10 comments/ 68388 views/ 12 favorites Anal Awakening By: MayhemLass She wakes, quietly but thoroughly, her hand cupping one soft, breast, the nipple hard and elongated beneath her palm. Her fingers sweep out and under, trailing butterfly touches along the sensitive underside of her breast. Squeezing gently, her eyes seek the stiff red tip, measuring the length of her arousal. Her dreams are wisps of ether, hints of sexual longings and sweet couplings. She already feels aroused. Between her legs, sprawled and relaxed, she feels dampness forming. Languidly, she trails her hand down between the sensitive lips, coaxing a finger between the soft, smooth, plump pudenda, touching lightly the curled tight clit. She closes her eyes. She breathes deeply, a yogic cathartic opening which expands her rib cage, causing her breast to swell and spill over her fingers. The finger which rests lightly between her legs is gently enveloped in the sweet lips, now swelling, now dampening; she touches a single droplet of moisture. Bringing her fingers to her nose, she breathes her own arousal, then flicking her tongue from between swollen lips, captures the astringent, clean taste in her mouth. She had just shaved the evening before, her cunt is smooth, hairless and slippery. Again, her gaze fastens on the breast captured in the warmth of her palm — she squeezes again, watching the pale, lightly freckled flesh swell up and over, the long, pink nipple stiffened like a tiny cock. She wishes, not for the first time, her breast was larger so she could lean down and suckle. Instead, she leans forward, cupping, then flicks her tongue across the tip. She shudders. Her breasts are ultra sensitive, and he often says they are connected directly to her womb. Her fingers fumble between her legs. She pulls her long, shapely legs up slightly, planting her feet, parting her knees, muscles flexing in her supple thighs. She pushes the firm globes of her ass against the bed and stiffens her finger, probing purposely until her finger slips into the tightness of her cunt. Sighing, she pushes it in to the knuckle, moving it gently so the walls of her slick red hole are gently palpitated. Rhythmically, she pushes her finger in and out, curling the tip slightly so the spongy platform at the back of her cunt is manipulated and pushed. Each movement brushes the palm of her hand against her awakening clit — barely touching, a mere flick which stimulates without actually solidly connecting. Her clit is extremely sensitive and pressure around it is far more effective; too much and the line from pleasure to pain is crossed. Pausing, she sits up, releases the breast to bounce gently on her chest. She shakes slightly, relishing the feel of the soft globes against her ribs. She reaches into the bedside table, fumbling, then capturing the dildo. Closing her eyes she pushes it between her lips, slathering her tongue over the hard plastic surface, wetting it. Laying back, she put her hands between her legs — moving her ass up slightly and putting the tip of the dildo against the tight puckered hole of her anus. She pushed down deliberately, feeling the hard tip slipping slightly. Using her thighs, she pushes more strongly against the hard tip, gasping as she feels the tip catching and pushing aside the tight muscles slightly. She jams the bottom of the dildo against the mattress, the tip now just slightly in her ass. Then flexing her strong thighs, pushes down, her hand cupping her breast once again. The dildo sticks, meeting resistance from the tight sphincter. She persists, her cunt swelling at the feel of the hard length pushing up into her. It hesitates, then slides in, pushing aside the walls of the tight hole and sinking deep inside. A soft groan escaped her lips, her breath catches. Her hand goes to her cunt, spreading the lips over its sensitive head, not directly touching but pushing and pulling. She pushes, hard, against the dildo, pushing it as far as it will go, then pulling up, allows it to slide out several inches. As her hand moves against her increasingly wet cunt, she pushes down again, beginning a rhythm which pushes the dildo up her ass, rubbing her cunt, one hand pressing and releasing her breast. She can feel her cunt opening and closing, the sweet red hole sweating clear, mucuosy arousal. Her mind slows and focuses, flicks through memories and fantasies, a kaleidoscope of cocks in her ass, her mouth, her cunt .... of hot wet lips between her legs, lapping at her cunt, the feel of a stiff cock pushing in and out of her mouth. A sound disturbs her, shattering, for the moment, her concentration. Her hand pauses, her eyes snap open. He's standing at the door, his green eyes narrowed. His hand rests, lightly, delicately on the bulge which pushes out the front of his pants. He stalks in, his eyes never leaving hers, gliding on cat paws to stand beside the bed. Wordlessly, he reaches and roughly pulls her legs to the side of the bed. Between her legs, a clear stream of her arousal snakes between the sweet crack of her ass. He pulls her towards him, pushing her legs up and toward her face, so her ass is thrown into prominence, accessible and vulnerable. She stiffens slightly. His hand moves quickly and a hard, sharp slap across her left buttock stings for a moment. She forces herself to relax. Her breasts are quivering, the nipples thick and distended. Her eyes are slits as she challenges him. Her nose flares and unknowingly, she clenches her teeth, almost growling. He leans over her, his torso pushing against her legs, forcing them towards her swollen tits. She makes an inarticulate sound as she feels her calves straining. He stands abruptly, one hand holding her feet and thus her legs tight together and then looks down. Her entire cunt is open to his gaze, a sleek, damp semicircle right down to the rosy puckered beauty of her anus, swollen now and distended with the plastic dildo. Her cunt lips are pressed tightly together from the position, so the long pretty slit with its soft, petal like lips which she shaves every day seems to be straining to his hand, hiding the sweet pink hole. At the very top of her slit, he can see her swollen clit just peeking out; like a miniature penis. Holding her ankles tight with one large hand, he reaches and gently, softly flicks the impudent pink tip. She gasps and her hips spasm. Almost roughly, he pushes her legs towards her face and then kneeling, keeping pressure on the backs of her straining calves, puts his face near the sweet feast of her most private places. He closes his eyes and takes a deep, sweet breath of her essence, then leaning, flicks his tongue from the crack of her ass up to the sweet junction of her thighs. He feels her hips straining against his hands as she tries to push her cunt into his seeking mouth. Grasping the end of the dildo, his other hand holding her legs strong against her body so her ass and cunt jut out, he thrusts the dildo further in. She gasps and moans. The dildo is slick and hard in his fingers, and the tight prison of her ass resists as he pushes its stiff length in and out. He hears her panting and before his fascinated and lustful eyes, he sees her cunt hole opening and expanding then contracting with his rough fucking. His cock feels heavy and swollen, turgid and erect it bobs against his belly. Releasing her for a moment, he fumbles at his fly, managing to undo the button and then, carefully protecting the soft skin of his straining cock, gets his pants down. Kneeling, he grasps the dildo again and pulls. With a sucking sound, the tight ass reluctantly releases its hard treat. Leaning down, he licks the length of the sweet cunt, burrowing the stiff tip of his tongue between the lips of her cunt, lapping at the sticky, clear proof of her arousal. It tastes clean and sweet and sipping delicately at the very entrance to her cunt, he pushes his tongue into the swollen hole of her vagina. He feels his tongue suddenly clamped as she exerts the strong muscles of her cunt and pulls his tongue further in. Rhythmically, she squeezes and releases his tongue. Laughing, he pulls back and stands. His cock juts out from his body, thick and red, the tip purplish, its protective hood retracted, leaving the slippery, purple head free. A viscous clear liquid oozes from the tip, coating his hand as he rubs it carelessly down the length. Holding it firmly in one hand, he bends his knees slightly, angling the stiff erection towards her cunt. He pushes the tip between the swollen lips, coating and mingling their juices. Slick, slippery, the sounds of their sexes meeting is thrilling. Her hips move restlessly. He pushes again on her legs which he has pushed again towards her face. The tip of his beautiful cock enters, he feels her cunt trying to suck it in. Slowly, almost painfully, he pushes aside the swollen folds of her vagina, closing his eyes, relishing the feel of the hot, tight flesh enveloping him. His groin bumps against the plumpness of her ass. Again, slowly he pulls out, a sucking wet sound and almost like a cork popping, he pulls free of her cunt. She gives an inarticulate cry of distress as his cock is pulled completely free of her. He smacks her lightly and she is quiet. Again, he pushes his cock in, letting it sink into the swollen damp folds of her cunt. He starts a rhythm, pumping slowly, exquisitely almost painfully up the deep enveloping folds, caress his stiff, turgid prick slickly, in and out. Her eyes are closed as she looks inward, seeking out the sweetness of a stiff prick in her aching cunt; passive, she allows him to fuck her as he wishes, only the frantic throbbing of her cunt betraying her. He pulls out and then suddenly, with no warming, his prick is pushing against the tight furled hole of her ass. Startled, she bucks. He smacks her, hard this time so the mark of his fingers are clear on the pale creamy skin of her ass. Stiffening, he pushes the slick tip of his prick against the tight hole, insistent and determined. The spongy tip hesitates, the tight ass resisting, then slides in just a little. He moves his hip slightly side to side, pushing hard and then another inch sinks into the dark tightness. He looks down — three inches of his hard prick are now in her ass. It looks unbelievably sexy — the pale, pink flushed pink of his stiff cock in the small tight hole, the cheeks spread wide. Just above his protruding prick he can see her cunt hole gaping slightly open and her clit at the juncture of her nether lips is fully elongated and stiff. Watching intently, he pushes his hips purposefully forward, watching and relishing the sight of his prick sinking into her sweet ass. His groin hits the spread cheeks of buttocks. He pulls out slightly. The tightness is almost painful, but he pushes in yet again, relishing the hot vice-like grip of her sphincter as it sucks at his cock. As he continues his rhythmic intrusion, the juice which is now trickling in a stream from her cunt hole coats his prick, making it slick and slippery, helping him slip it in and out far easier. He hears her groaning. Beneath his hands, her straining calves are jumping. He hears her breathing hitch, then tremble and stop for a second. Her eyes are closed, her face strained and almost painfully clenched. Her breath comes hot and panting, loud in his ears. Grasping her ankles which are almost against her face with one hand, he reaches down and barely flicks at the stiff throbbing clit. She groans and her body stiffens. He sinks his prick into her faster, pumping in and out rapidly, feeling the tug in his balls as they tighten and pull up to his body. His prick is slipping in and out easily now and he can feel her starting, a tremor in the distance, a clenching of muscles deep within. Her breath hitches and suddenly her hips move frantically, her legs wrapping around his neck, pulling him close, pushing her ass against the stiff prick. Her breathing is rapid, panicking and suddenly she slams her ass against him, enveloping the stiff, turgid cock deeply within her. He closes his eyes and feels her come. His prick feels the pulsing of her cervix, the thin membrane separating her vagina from her ass conducting the deep rhythmic throbbing. His prick is so swollen it is almost painful. He feels as if the muscles pulsing beneath the soft skin of his penis are bursting out. As his prick is enveloped in her powerful wave, it feels as if a hand deep within that sweet ass has taken him and is squeezing. His balls contract and the pulling feeling increases. Suddenly, his orgasm hits, he feels the sperm pulled up from the tight sweetness of his testicles which have pulled up into the warm cavity of his body. He feels it exploding up and through the shaft of his penis then burst from the tip, flooding the dark anal passageway with thick, white come, soaking her. Frantically, he pushes up against her, ensuring that all that sweet sperm is ejected into her ass. Pulling back slightly, he pushes into her again, tight, almost painfully as he empties his cock. Twice, three times, more, he groans as each contraction compels him to thrust into that tight ass, emptying his jerking cock. He groans loudly as the stream of sperm and jerking prick begin to weaken and subside. A last thrust against her and he lets the straining legs go. She straddles his sweating body, her long slender thighs clasping his waist. Weakly now, he pulls out, watching as his rapidly softening prick pulls free, trailing a clear stream of cum from its crimson tip to the now gaping hole of her anus. Legs trembling, he stands for a moment, relishing the look of her well fucked ass and grinning, as she moves her legs and a pale stream of sperm trickles out of its deep gaping depths. Collapsing beside her, he leans over and covers her still panting mouth with his own, licking inside its warm depths then capturing the soft lips in a sweet, passionate embrace. Anal Awakening This story is a sequel to, and features some of the same characters as, "Predator". ***** The hotel lift doors had almost closed when Robert stabbed the 'door open' button with his index finger and Graham slipped through the gap. Helen stared straight ahead of her in silence, locking her knees in an effort to still the sudden trembling of her legs. Wordlessly, Robert reached out and pulled his wife towards him by the lapels of her sober, well-cut charcoal coat dress. He unbuttoned it all the way down the front and pushed it off her shoulders so it dropped to the floor and she stood, exposed and vulnerable, in bra, knickers and high black court shoes. He released the front clasp of her black lace bra, which joined her dress on the lift floor, and turned her towards Graham. Her nipples had hardened and darkened involuntarily: partly in reaction to the air conditioning; partly in unwanted excitement. She couldn't look into his face; if she did, she would remember what he had done to her last night as she slept. "Kiss him," Robert told her. She didn't move. It was Graham who closed the gap between them, took her face in his hands and pressed his mouth to hers. Robert moved behind her, sliding his hands from her waist up to her breasts and squeezing, as Graham's tongue pushed at her lips and she parted hers to admit it. Yesterday, she had turned away in distaste as this man had dry humped another woman against the mirrored wall of this lift. Today, her pelvis fizzed in arousal and she felt her juices flooding her knickers. When the lift stopped at their floor and Graham turned from her and strode into the hallway without looking back she actually felt disappointed. What is wrong with me? she thought. That man *raped* me in my sleep. He and my husband, who I have been married to for forty-five years, who should love and cherish and protect me, colluded to anally rape me while I was helpless to do anything about it. Why am I so fucking wet? Why don't I want him to leave? Robert retrieved her discarded clothing from the lift floor but didn't return it to her. She had no choice but to walk down the hall to their room wearing only her sodden knickers and shoes. She tried to do so with her usual stately dignity, but found herself unbalanced and stumbling, silently praying that none of the doors lining the passageway would suddenly swing open. Robert followed her, offering no help, admiring the view. She made it to their bedroom door and preceded him into the room when he inserted the keycard into the lock. She didn't realise Graham had followed Robert in until she collapsed heavily onto the bed and looked up to find two men smiling down at her. They sat on either side of her on the edge of the mattress and she shivered, half in trepidation, half in lust, goosebumps rising on her arms as she crossed them over her naked breasts. Robert laughed at her openly. "Darling, he's seen your tits before." She glared at him. Her anger gave him an incredible sexual frisson which in turn triggered a memory of extraordinary clarity: an image of her naked, sleeping body on this bed the night before, a stack of pillows lifting her arse in the air, being sodomised by each of the men now flanking her. He stood up and undressed swiftly before seizing her wrists, prising her arms from her breasts and pulling her to her feet. He spun her around to face Graham, rolling her knickers down her thighs before holding her hips firmly and pressing his hot, throbbing hard-on into her arse-crack. "Suck his cock," he hissed. Helen was about to make some furious retort when the tip of her husband's cock nudged at her wet pussy lips and again she felt excitement bubbling between her thighs. Robert's right, she reflected. That man's seen my breasts. There's nothing I have that he hasn't seen. He's violated the most intimate parts of my body. She looked straight into Graham's dark brown eyes and thought, I want his dick in my throat. She bent over from the waist and, still meeting his eyes, unbuckled Graham's trousers and freed his thick meat. Robert could feel her slick juices running over his own cockhead. As Helen's fingers ran up the length of Graham's dick and she sucked it into her mouth, Robert parted her buttocks and slid his prick into her dripping cunt. He fucked his wife slowly, holding her hips for traction, retracting his cock until only the tip remained inside her, then sliding in balls-deep, shoving her forward so Graham's cockhead entered her throat. He closed his eyes, savouring the sensation of her hot, wet pussy clutching his dick for several more thrusts, but really wanting to be elsewhere. He rammed his cock to the hilt inside her one more time and then pulled out of her. She tried to look round at him, brow creasing in enquiry, still with her mouth full. "Don't stop sucking," he told her as he disappeared into the shower room. Seconds later, he emerged, left fist closed, and sat on the bed, back to the headboard. Graham, who seemed to have an instinctive understanding of Robert's impulses, pulled her into position astride Robert facing her husband's feet, the soles of her own feet and her palms flat on the mattress. She felt like she was in yoga class, about to assume a crab pose, and stifled a giggle - which turned into a yelp as Robert's cockhead pushed at her inflamed arsehole. "Sssssshhhh, take it slow," he said, and used the handful of hand lotion he had brought in from the bathroom to lubricate his hard-on and her sore hole before guiding the tip of his prick inside her. Gingerly, tense, holding her breath, she lowered herself onto him, her eyes screwed shut, until the ring of muscle stretched and gave and he was fully inside her. She released her breath in a rush and panted nervously until, relaxing, she realised it really didn't hurt at all. In fact, she thought, it felt *good*. "OK?" Robert asked, kissing her hot neck, and she nodded. "Yes, fine." Robert cupped her breasts in his hands and lay back on the pillows, pulling her with him, her head resting on his shoulder so she felt his warm, moist breath in her ear, stirring her hair. And then Graham moved between her legs and Robert's and thrust into her tight, slippery pussy. Robert didn't move his hips: he just squeezed her tits in his palms, pinching the nipples firmly between his fingers. She gasped and moaned, her pelvis thoroughly stuffed. Graham rocked in and out of her gently and the pulsing, throbbing in her groin escalated. Minutes passed as they fucked her together. She writhed between them, whimpering, as a wave of sensation spread outwards from her core, her inner thighs quivering. Now, Graham's shaft was coated in her own thick cream when it came into view. Her chest and belly were stippled with a red flush and her breath was ragged. She was unmistakably close to a shuddering orgasm and it was time to remind her, Robert thought, of what was responsible. "Where's my cock?" he asked her, his voice in her ear making her jump. "It's in -" She trailed off. He took her jaw in his hand, holding her face still. "Where is it?" "It's in my arse," she whispered, and then she screamed as her pussy contracted violently around Graham's cock and she came, drenching his distended balls. They continued to fuck her through her orgasm and beyond as she struggled and thrashed and begged them to stop, her clit engorged and sensitive, her pussy puffy and swollen, the sheets beneath them soaked with her ejaculate. Still they thrust into her, over and over and over, until her pleas were no longer intelligible and she moaned through a second orgasm, and then a third - after which her limp, sated body no longer moved and they saw no point in holding back further, both releasing their loads into her, pumping her pussy and rectum full of semen. She slept. . . . The journey home to Surrey was, for Helen, a special kind of torture. Her clit and labia were swollen and sensitive, hyper-responsive to the vibrating movement of the train, and any jolt reverberated deep inside the inflamed tissue of her rectum. She tried to focus on her Kindle but Robert, watching her covertly over his reading glasses as he scanned the Telegraph, could see her shifting uncomfortably in her first class seat opposite him. At one point, she grasped the arm-rests convulsively and winced as the train stuttered and juddered and in bed that night, as he traced circles with his fingers on her abdomen, he asked, "How many times did you cum on the way home?" She wouldn't answer aloud, but her flushed cheeks and refusal to meet his eye told him he had hit a nerve. He flipped her over onto her tummy and slammed into her from behind. . . . The following morning, Robert rose early for a round on the golf course, leaving Helen in bed. He got the drinks in in the clubhouse afterwards and when he returned to the table, Ray was showing Brian the latest batch of saucy photos he'd taken of his wife on his phone. Amanda was a good fifteen years younger than Ray and not unattractive, but the pictures he took of her were pretty dated "Readers' Wives" style and Robert and Brian joked behind his back about how he was stuck in the eighties. "How was your 'mini-break', Rob?" Ray asked, the inverted commas around 'mini-break' clear in his tone of voice, as he put his phone away. Helen, as they all knew, was too classy for your traditional dirty weekend. Robert hesitated for a second and then got out his iPad. When the video had stopped playing, Ray and Brian sat in open-mouthed silence for several seconds. At length, Ray asked, "Does she know what you did?" "Oh yes," said Robert. "The next morning we fucked her in both holes after breakfast until she came over and over." Ray stared. While Helen had always been unfailingly polite to Amanda and him, he had always got the impression that she tolerated them, as Robert's friends, rather than liked them. She was serene, composed, perhaps a little superior. Seeing her composure smashed was highly erotic and his cock was rock hard as Robert restarted the video. For all Amanda's willingness to pose for the photos he swore he kept strictly private, she wouldn't let him fuck her arse and he wanked over anal porn several times a week. Brian had known Helen for longer. There was more warmth in her attitude towards him and Sonia, with whom she had quite a close friendship. Once, at a Christmas party, he had held a goodnight kiss a little too long, thumbing Helen's hardening nipple and slipping his tongue between her teeth to taste the Scotch she had over-indulged in before Sonia, laughing, pulled him out to a waiting cab. He had nursed a hard-on all the way home and torn Sonia's knickers off as soon as they were through their own front door before bending her over the arm of the sofa and fucking her brutally from behind, hissing at her to shut up when she tried to speak, grabbing a handful of her hair and pretending it was Helen's cunt he was pounding. The next day, Sonia had had coffee with Helen and, he suspected, told her all about it. Since then, Helen avoided being alone with him, whether more afraid of him or herself he didn't know. Robert asked, confident of the answer, "Would you two like to fuck her?" Half an hour later, as he rose to leave, he texted Helen. "On way home via chemist. I've arranged a special party tonight x." . . . Freshly bathed and clean, Helen lay on a huge towel on their king size bed. She looked beautiful with her skin damp and flushed, as if she'd just been fucked, and Robert longed to sink his cock into her - but that would have to wait. He spread her legs and applied shaving cream to her mound and pussy lips before shaving her completely bare. His tongue protruded in concentration as he carefully pulled the sensitive skin taut and ran the blade over it. When he was satisfied, he spread lotion over the entire area before telling her to turn over and hold her buttocks apart while he caught any stray hairs around her arsehole. "Looking forward to having Ray and Brian?" Robert asked her slyly and she squirmed, whimpering. He slapped her arse with a resounding crack. "Hold still," he scolded. "I might cut you. What was that?" "Yes," she whispered, reluctant and ashamed, and juices escaped from her swelling pussy lips as he watched, corroborating her answer. Robert applied more lotion to the handprint on her backside and around and inside her little arsehole. Now for the part he'd been looking forward to: the anticipation of which was largely responsible for the impressive erection he'd been sporting for some time. He reached for the paper bag containing the KY jelly and tubing he had picked up on the way home from the golf club. He plumped up his pillows and pushed them beneath her pelvis to elevate her hips, the action as always now prompting a delicious memory of Birmingham. He hadn't intended to fuck her now, wanting her to be really tight for his friends, but the urge was overwhelming and a quick glance at the clock showed there was plenty of time for her muscles to recover from the intrusion. He pushed two fingers into her anus and scissored them gently, stretching and opening her, before squeezing a generous blob of KY into the glistening tunnel. She gasped and shook convulsively and he fed his hard meat between her cheeks. She caught her breath and he stopped, waiting for her to stretch to accommodate his girth. Then, to his delighted surprise, she began, unprompted, to push back against his helmet. "Please," she whispered, "don't stop." Healmost came right then. With a supreme effort of will he thought hard about his tax return until the urgency ebbed and he was able to pull back and thrust into her, his shaft slipping into her depths until his balls slapped against her well-lubricated buttocks. "What do you want?" he said into her ear. "Fuck my arse," she replied. "Please. Fuck me, please." He began to move, thrusting in and out of her as she writhed beneath him, matching his thrusts, forcing him deeper inside, moaning in pleasure, until she cried, "Fuck! I'm cumming!" and he came with her, jet after jet of hot semen filling her lower intestine. He lay on her, spent, for some minutes until she shifted slightly beneath him and the paper bag crackled under their weight, reminding him of what he should have been doing. He dismounted, pulled the bag from beneath her and prepared the enema. . . . Helen answered the door, welcoming the two men with a formal smile and an invitation to follow her. At first, Brian thought there was something slightly off about the combination of clothing she was wearing: a summery floral 50s style ruffled halter-dress with black stockings and skyscraper heels. Her outfit made more sense, given the circumstances, when she turned to lead the way to the dining room. The dress was actually a retro apron and she wore nothing else underneath but open-back mesh knickers, the heart-shaped cut-out framing her firm arse-cheeks. Outwardly, her demeanour was no different from other dinner parties they had attended at this house with their own wives in tow: she was statuesque, dignified, a little aloof - but they all knew everything had changed. When they reached the dining room, she perched on the edge of the polished table, her legs slightly spread, her arms behind her with her hands on the table so her chest was thrust forward. It was warm in the room but her nipples were as hard as bullets, poking through the thin cotton of the apron. She was shivering despite the sheen of perspiration on her forehead. "Have a seat," Robert told his friends and they pulled up dining chairs, avidly watching the trembling woman they knew they were there to fuck. Both felt their cocks swell at the thought. He reached behind his wife's back, untying the apron and lifting it over her head. Ray noticed the beads of sweat between her full, naked breasts and the glistening juices already coating her inner thighs. "Turn around," Robert ordered her and she obeyed, leaning forward and spreading her legs further. Now all three men could smell the musky scent of her arousal. "Where do you want them to fuck you, darling?" he asked, Helen reached around with both hands and pulled her buttocks apart to reveal her puckered anus. Brian groaned audibly at the sight. "You need to say it," Robert said. "Look him in the face, Helen." Helen turned her head to meet Brian's eyes. His pupils were as dilated as her own and lust punched her in the groin. "Please, Brian," she said, quietly. "Will you fuck me in the arse?" He was behind her in an instant, dropping his trousers. Robert barely had time to anoint her arsehole with lubricant before Brian's cockhead was probing at the tight, brown hole. Her body resisted him but she pushed back, wanting him inside her. Brian opened her passage gradually, inching his way inside her. All the while, she looked into his eyes, her mouth open in an "O" of surprise and need. "Oh God," he cried as he breached the tight ring inside her and bottomed out, her hot, tight rectum grasping his shaft. Her back arched and he reached around to cup her breasts in his hands, the erect nipples caught between his fingers. Her husband was grinning in satisfaction as she mewled in response to the sensations coursing through her quivering body. Ray had stripped off his clothes and was standing with his fat red cock in his hand, waiting his turn with her. "Brian," Robert said, and his friend paused, opening his eyes. Seeing Ray waiting, he turned Helen a little and she bent at the waist, taking Ray's dick in her hand and sucking the head into her hot, wet mouth. Brian dug his fingers into her hips and rammed her arsehole as Ray thrust into her throat. Robert, watching, masturbated lazily. Helen was working hard now, rotating her hips, kneading Ray's left buttock and stroking his testicles, sucking and slurping. The vibrations of her moans of pleasure as Brian's dick filled her stimulated Ray's stiff shaft and he was getting close when Brian stilled and shot his load deep inside her, holding her in place to receive it. His head was thrown back but when it snapped back upright again he said to Ray, "Swap?" and the two of them switched positions. Ray's rock hard dick slid easily into Helen's gaping anus, but her velvety rectum closed around him and clutched at his length as he sank inside. She opened her mouth to swallow Brian's cock, cleaning it with her eager tongue of the clinging traces of semen, and he was hard again almost immediately. Ray was already close to orgasm after fucking her mouth and within seconds he was filling her with more cum. . . . Some time later, Robert, Brian and Helen were in the lounge while Ray fetched beers from the kitchen. Brian, at last fully naked, sat on the sofa, Helen riding him as his cock filled her cunt. She was leaning back slightly so he could suck on her puffy areolae and his palms cupped her butt-cheeks. As Robert watched, her nipple popped from Brian's mouth and he sought her lips. Her husband's eyes narrowed as he watched their passionate kissing. This was more than just sex. He grabbed his phone and selected the video function, filming as their tongues danced together. In the unlikely event that Brian should make trouble about giving Sonia to Robert in return this would be excellent leverage, either for persuading Brian to consent or alternatively to show privately to Sonia without his knowledge... Returning to the room, Ray intervened. "Brian, mate," he said, "stop hogging the bitch. On the floor!" Obediently, Brian slid onto the floor, still inside Helen's pussy. Ray positioned himself behind them and pushed his cock into her still-wet arsehole, while Robert knelt at the other end to take her mouth. Helen, stuffed in every hole, wriggled and squirmed until she could no longer control her body's response and she submitted to another powerful orgasm, fluid gushing from her. Anal Awakening An hour later, Helen said goodbye to her guests at the open front door, oblivious to the risk of being seen by the neighbours. She was far beyond any such concerns. Her hair was stringy, soaked with sweat. Her mascara streaked her cheeks, washed from her watering eyes as cocks gagged her. She pressed her naked body up against Brian and then Ray as she kissed them and begged them to come back soon, barely able to stand unassisted, so drained was she by the multiple orgasms she had experienced in the last couple of hours. Closing the front door behind them, she returned unsteadily to the lounge, where her husband sprawled naked on the sofa, crawled between his spread legs and lowered her still-hungry mouth to his limp cock. Anal Awakening Ch. 02 The morning after I fucked my husband's golfing partners, Ray and Brian, I received a phone call from Brian's wife, and my good friend, Sonia. This was not an unusual occurrence - Sonia and I met for coffee around once a week - but, guiltily aware that I still had traces of her husband's semen in my womb and bowels, my conscience whispered that she knew something, and so I was stilted and nervous. My worries were assuaged when she simply asked me over the following day to sample her home-made sloe gin. It was potent stuff and even though it was only just gone ten o'clock in the morning, I was soon fairly sozzled. When Sonia turned the conversation to sex and started quizzing me about my kinks I didn't immediately realise where we were heading. ". . . and when did you develop a taste for anal sex?" she asked. Even in my inebriated state I did a double-take. "What did you just ask me?" I slurred. "Brian told me how you enjoyed being fucked in the arse by him, Ray and Rob the other night," Sonia said. Her tone was carefully casual, but she was watching me intently over the rim of her glass. I was speechless, opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish, wondering if I could possibly have heard her correctly. When the silence dragged on and she didn't repeat herself, simply looking at me expectantly, a small smile playing about her lips, I knew I had. My mind was racing. Presumably our friendship was now over. What would this do to her marriage? Who else would she tell? But Sonia confounded all my expectations. She lifted her glass in a toast. "Don't faint, Helen. I'm not angry, I promise. I salute you for bringing the simmering sexual tension into the open! Brian's always fancied you. Every time the four of us have spent time together he talks about you as he fucks me afterwards. He's terribly transparent. And I've always fancied Rob." "You have?" I squeaked. "Fuck, yes." Her sudden fondness for the f-word was quite disconcerting. "And yesterday he showed Brian a video of the two of you kissing during your little . . . er . . . would it be correct to call it a gangbang? and told him if he didn't let him have me he'd show it to me himself and let me decide. Of course, Brian told him that wouldn't be necessary, that he was more than happy to swap wives." She grinned and winked. It took me some time after this little exchange to scrape my chin off the floor. "Unfortunately, they had this conversation in the gents' at the golf club and Ray walked in halfway through. He insists he won't be excluded from the party," she continued. "Which I can't say I find such an appealing prospect." "You might be surprised," I blurted out. "The curve of his cock is quite special." Sonia stared at me and began to giggle. I did too and before long all the awkwardness had vanished and we were clutching each other in peals of laughter. "Interesting!" Sonia managed to say at last. "Anyway, that's the deal. So you and I have to think of a way to get Amanda on-side. Any suggestions?" I racked my brains. Ray was ten years or so younger than Robert and me - and Amanda, his trophy wife with her fake breasts and fake hair, was fifteen years younger than him. I didn't think she much liked me and we had nothing in common. Robert had told me about the "readers' wives" photographs of her Ray showed his friends. Without wishing to sound like a snob, I thought her the kind of woman whose teenage ambition would have been glamour modelling. I certainly was not in the habit of meeting *her* for coffee, much less for sloe gin and spilling of secrets. "I can't imagine sitting down and discussing the idea with her," I mused. "We've never been on those sorts of terms." [Frankly, who is?]. "I think we're going to have to ambush her." . . . The stage was set. I had called Amanda and invited her and her husband for supper, along with Brian and Sonia. I'd told her it would be informal. Now, the pasta dish and salad were waiting in the dining room, along with a crisp white wine, on the same table on which Sonia and Amanda's husbands had recently sodomised me. Ray and Amanda were the last to arrive. Sonia and Robert were flirting outrageously over nibbles in the sitting room. Brian was ostensibly helping me in the kitchen, but his idea of help largely entailed pressing his erection into my arse-crack, tonguing my earlobes and cupping my breasts in his hands as I tried hard to focus on food preparation and the mechanics of Amanda's forthcoming seduction. I answered the doorbell and ushered Amanda and Ray into the hallway. Amanda's greeting was rather chilly and she wasted little time in moving past me to Brian and Robert who made a huge fuss of her. As he kissed my cheek, Ray whispered that she hadn't wanted to come. She'd rejected all his suggestions about what to wear, saying she was sick and tired of Sonia and me looking at her like something we might scrape off the sole of our expensive shoes. I felt a stab of guilt. In fact, Amanda looked more elegant tonight than I had ever seen her in cream palazzo pants and a pale gold shell top, subtly made up, with her blonde hair in a neat chignon. We went through to the dining room. As we ate and made small talk Brian and Robert sat on either side of Amanda and plied her with wine and flattery. She basked in it and, after a time, relaxed entirely, smiling and flirting. Ray was beginning to look rather annoyed until I asked him to help me clear the table. In the kitchen, I wound my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. "You know what tonight is," I reminded him. "It's all about sharing. You get to fuck me and Sonia, but in return you have to give your wife to our husbands. That's the deal. If it no longer appeals, and if you don't want to fuck me again, now's your chance to back out." "I do want to fuck you," he protested, nuzzling my neck. I sank to my knees, unbuttoned his jeans and, lifting his rapidly-expanding penis in my fingers, ran my tongue from his perineum over his scrotum and up the back of his curving dick. I let it rest on my tongue where it twitched as he caught his breath. "Be nice, then," I admonished him, buttoning him back up with some difficulty. . . . I served coffee in the sitting room, where Amanda sat sandwiched between Brian and Robert on one huge sofa, beneath our new artwork. The group of nine small canvases hung on the wall in a cluster. Together they made up an enlarged image of Amanda. This had been my big idea, to wrong-foot her and make her vulnerable. Ray owned a small chain of print shops so it had been easy for him to have one of the risqué pictures he had taken of his wife blown up, artfully re-tinted and transferred to canvas. It had taken me a long time to select the perfect photo of her from Ray's extensive but largely unsuitable collection. In it, Amanda wore only fishnet stockings and black ankle-strap shoes. She was sitting astride a tall ladder-backed black chair and her legs were spread wide, her thighs perpendicular to both her torso and her shapely calves, her hands on her knees. Her plump lips were parted and painted a glossy red. But your eyes were drawn to her outsize silicone breasts and then further down to her other lips - her fleshy labia, below a waxed mound. She looked glorious: wanton and desirable. Right now, she was totally oblivious. Sonia and I sat opposite, Ray between us, our eyes flickering between the real life, increasingly animated Amanda, lapping up our husbands' shameless flattery, and the two dimensional Amanda over her head: the archetypal sex siren - like Christine Keeler but without the tasteful concealment. It was vastly entertaining. I cleared away the coffee cups, declining Amanda's half-hearted offer of help, and returned with liqueur glasses. Amanda asked for a Bailey's and I poured her a huge one. The pasta dish, containing anchovies and capers, had been salty and as quickly as she could sip, Brian and Robert topped up her glass. She patently had no idea how much she was drinking, and on top of the lashings of wine with supper was fast losing her inhibitions. Brian and Robert's bodies were angled towards her, their palms beginning to inch up her thighs over her cream trousers. Sonia and I exchanged glances. Without a word, Sonia leaned over and kissed Amanda's husband full on the lips, while I simultaneously opened his jeans again and withdrew a cock already swelling at the sight of his friends' hands on his wife. At last came Amanda's delayed reaction. Jumping as if she'd received an electric shock, she leapt to her feet and swung round to face the men she'd been sitting between. "What the fucking hell -?" she began to shriek in outrage - and then she saw the canvas. She froze in utter horror. My husband rose too and stood behind her, cocking his head to one side to inspect the canvases as if in a gallery. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he said, coolly. "We love it. She's delectable - just begging to be fucked. Look at those lovely breasts. I just want to bite them. And you can just see the faint glistening of excitement between her legs." She said nothing, still frozen to the spot. Brian stood up and moved to stand between her and the sofa. One again, she was sandwiched between Sonia's husband and my own. Brian put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face Robert. Then Robert moved aside so she could see Sonia and me, now on our knees to either side of her husband. Sonia was sucking his balls one at a time (they were too hugely distended for her to fit both in her mouth together); I was running my tongue around his corona and dipping it into his pisshole. He had a hand on the back of each of our heads and his eyes were half-closed. "Ray!" she squeaked in disbelief. "What's going on?" "These ladies are giving me a blow job," he responded (having chosen the same specialist subject for this episode of "Mastermind" as Sybil Fawlty, clearly). "I'm sure if you give them a chance their husbands will have something for you." As Amanda gaped and struggled to collect her wits, Brian pulled her shell top over her head while my husband pushed down her wide pants. I have to admit, her body was utterly flawless. The pure white lace bra and matching knickers she wore were much sexier against her golden skin than the tawdry nylon Ray would no doubt have preferred her to wear. She stood there in her underwear, teetering a little on her high heels, until my husband took unfair advantage of her tipsy instability and pushed her back onto the sofa. He and Brian knelt on either side of her and removed her pretty lace bra before each latching on to one of her nipples. She squirmed a little but her resistance was purely token. Ray had told Robert that, despite her breast augmentation, she had incredibly responsive nipples, and the boys' attention to them was working a treat. She made only a minuscule murmur when Robert eased her knickers over her slim hips. Brian's fingers stroked her plump mons and began, slowly, to circle her clitoris. I watched, fascinated, letting Amanda's husband's penis slip from my lips. Sonia glanced at me in surprise as I crawled across the sitting room rug on my hands and knees but Ray's cock was proving irresistible to her and she sucked his length into her mouth. I knelt between Amanda's silken thighs, watching the juices escape from her labia as Brian fingered her. It was too much. I needed to be a part of it, to contribute physically to her seduction. I pulled my dress quickly over my head to reveal my braless tits, gently removed Brian's fingers from her slit and replaced them with my tongue. I think by this point Amanda as too lost in sensation to care who was responsible as her only reaction was to spread her legs further and rock her hips, moaning. I had never eaten pussy before and she tasted both sour and sweet, and slightly soapy. I ran my tongue over and around her outer and inner labia, feeling the slight bumpiness there, and dipped it inside her pussy. Then I sucked very gently on her clitoris, flicking my tongue lightly over the tip and her body spasmed. Brian tapped my husband on the shoulder and pointed between Amanda's legs, drawing Robert's attention to the sight of me going down on his friend's wife. He disengaged his mouth from Amanda's nipple and stared in amazement. "Please, Robert, don't stop," pleaded Amanda, pulling his head back down. I still don't think she knew who was eating her out. Meanwhile, Sonia had herself stripped and was on her hands and knees on the floor, with Ray's curved cock ploughing into her sopping pussy from behind. And now, Sonia's husband had removed his trousers and, still in his t shirt, had moved behind me and was preparing to reacquaint himself with my arsehole. Sonia watched in fascination as he spread his pre-cum over his corona and the entrance to my rectum and then spat indelicately into my puckered hole. He held his shaft in his hand and guided it into my arsehole. He pushed, I pushed back, and in it popped as we both groaned in satisfaction and I lifted my head from Amanda's cunt and craned round to suck in his tongue. Brian's hips rocked as he thrust into my anal cavity and I ground back against him, loving the thought of his penis invading my intestine almost as much as the sensation it produced. I tried to continue performing oral sex on Amanda but the need to broadcast what was happening to me was overwhelming. "Oh yes!" I cried. "Oh God, yes! Fuck my arse, Brian. Fuck me harder." And he did. He plunged into my rectum faster and deeper as I pushed back to draw him in. When I opened my eyes again, the eyes of the four others were all on us. My husband had dropped his own trousers and was pulling Amanda into his lap, lifting her hips so his hard cock slid easily into her pussy, well-lubricated with her own secretions and my saliva. Then he gently slipped from the sofa, holding her hips tight so his dick remained embedded within her, until she was on all fours and he was kneeling between her legs, affording them both a good view of Brian ploughing my arse. Knowing I was the poster girl for anal and that the other two women would certainly be fucked in the arse later tonight, I played to my audience, writhing and squirming, grunting and moaning. Brian said, indistinctly, "I won't last much longer, Helen. Your arsehole is so hot and tight." It didn't matter. I was close too. I ground my hips against him again, so that his balls slapped against me and the wave of my climax swelled and then broke. I cried out in orgasm and he let go, pumping semen deep inside me and then collapsing on top of my sweat-slick body. We lay on the sitting room floor in a heap of tangled limbs, panting and gasping, as our audience stared. Sonia regained her composure first and went all "When Harry Met Sally". "I want what she's having," she said. I extricated myself from under her husband's exhausted body to retrieve my favourite lubricant from my nightstand. "I call it," said Robert quickly. He withdrew from Amanda's pussy, slapped her arse gently and told her to wait her turn. She looked stunned, but crawled across the floor to her husband as he pulled out of Sonia. Robert sat on the floor and beckoned Sonia over. I threw him the tube and he squeezed the creamy lube into his hands and spread it over his hard shaft. He directed Sonia to squat over him and he held his cock vertically as she slowly lowered herself onto it. At first, her face contorted with effort and discomfort as his pole stretched her tight entrance and she tried to relax. "Push!" I urged her as she descended. "Push back as if you were trying to push him out." "What?" she managed to gasp. "I mean it," I said, urgently. "It really is the best way." She pushed, her brow furrowed, and her sphincter gave to admit him. With relief she sank into his lap as he bottomed out in her tight rectum. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the unfamiliar sensation, trying to banish the burning sensation and feel what I had felt. Ray was too impatient either to pay attention to his wife at his side or to give my friend time to adjust to my husband's cock invading her bowels. He had been expelled from her pussy and wanted back in. He swiftly moved between the two pairs of legs and inserted his dick back inside her tight cunt as she struggled fruitlessly to stop him. Sonia was now being double penetrated on my sitting room floor as Amanda, deserted by her husband, watched in awe, knowing she was next. Brian was sitting up now, somewhat recovered and anxious to watch his wife being double teamed by his friends. "Helen!" he said urgently. "Fetch Sonia's phone." Obediently, I rummaged in my friend's handbag and began to circle the trio on the rug, snapping photo after photo of them fucking. Brian's penis was returning to life and he straddled his wife's panting face, feeding it between her lips. I was very grateful, watching the cock that had so recently been in my arsehole push its way into her mouth, that Robert had administered an enema to me earlier in the day. I glanced over at Amanda. I was taken aback to see that, as she watched Sonia's three holes filled she was touching herself. I was taking more photos of Sonia thrashing and gurgling; Amanda was masturbating furiously, knowing she would soon face the same prospect. Robert had also seen and was grinning broadly. "Come over here, Amanda," he said. "Get a closer look." Amanda crawled over on her hands and knees and tilted her head as she watched each cock in turn, as they pistoned in and out of Sonia's body. She clearly wanted to be actively involved and finally slithered between Sonia's legs and Robert's and sucked my husband's scrotum into her slutty little mouth, pressing her nose against Sonia's perineum, as her own husband pounded away above her. It was too much sensation for Robert, who unloaded jets of semen into my friend's arsehole. Amanda looked a little dazed as she let my husband's testicles fall from her lips, as if she were under chemical influence - and perhaps she was: the powerful chemicals that had been released in her own body. I felt she needed to be kept on the boil and I moved towards her, pushing her onto her back and slid between her legs, kissing her pouty, enhanced lips and pushing my tongue between them. Unexpectedly, she responded passionately, her hands on my cheeks. She really knew how to kiss and I lost myself in it, taking her breasts in my hands and twisting the swollen nipples. I drew back and looked into her eyes. They were hot and black, her dilated pupils expanded to obscure her irises. I kissed her chin and began to make my way back down her body to the other pouty lips. I buried my face between her thighs and thought about all the things I loved most when Robert went down on me. I dipped the tip of my finger into her wet cunt and spread her natural lubricant over her labia and clit. Then I eased two fingers into her and curled them, seeking her g spot. My tongue swirled around her clit and she grasped handfuls of my sleek bobbed hair as I began gently to suck, flicking the tip of my tongue over the little nub. Amanda was whimpering and moaning, bucking her hips as if she wanted to force her whole pubic area into my mouth. A cry split the air as Sonia reached her orgasm, swiftly followed by Ray. Amanda paid no attention, and I tried not to either, focusing on forcing the woman beneath me towards climax. It didn't take long: she was helpless in the face of my determination, shuddering and saying my name: "Oh Helen, oh God, oh, that's good..." Slyly, I sucked the middle finger on my other hand and insinuated the hand beneath her buttocks, seeking her little anus. I circled it as she gasped and tried to escape me, but I was determined and increased the suction on her clit. She stiffened, shuddered and came as my finger penetrated her, a gush of fluid soaking my face and running down over the wrist beneath her. I raised my head, laughing, as her body continued to quiver, and found myself looking into the avid faces of Sonia and the three men. Amanda lay splayed open on the floor, exhausted from the intensity of her climax, nipples and labia deep red and swollen. Anal Awakening Ch. 02 Brian, who had not cum in his wife's mouth, ran his palm lightly over Amanda's flat belly, feeling the vibrations of the aftershocks racking her body. He motioned to my husband and Amanda's and between them they lifted her limp body. Brian sat with his back against the sofa and said firmly, "Amanda, I'm going to fuck you in the arse now." I licked my lips and grabbed the lubricant, slathering it over Brian's erection. I held his hard prick vertically as Ray and Robert carefully positioned Amanda over Brian, facing away from him in reverse cowgirl position, and eased the tip into her puckered hole as she descended. I put my other hand on her pubic bone and they lowered her carefully. She whimpered and murmured but made no move to escape. Inch by inch, her rectum was impaled on Brian's rock hard dick. She knelt still astride him for a few moments, then began experimentally to rock her hips, her brow furrowed, as she accustomed herself to the unusual sensation. "She's never had anal before?" my husband asked hers as they watched her. "Nope," replied Ray. His wife pushed strands of sweaty hair from her forehead as she began to pick up a rhythm on his friend's cock. "I predict she'll love it as much as Helen," laughed Robert. "She seems to be taking to it already." Beads of sweat were rolling down between Amanda's artificial boobs and she was mashing them together with her hands as she undulated her hips. Her own husband's cock was rising rapidly, despite having just cum in Sonia's pussy. "I need to have her," he said, throatily. Agreeably, Brian slithered forward until he was lying on his back. Robert and I supported Amanda as Ray unfolded her legs with some difficulty and Brian held on to her waist. Between us, we managed to get her lying on top of Brian without his prick slipping from her backside. Ray, grunting, pushed both sets of legs apart and began to thrust his dick into his wife's slippery pussy. Amanda let out an inhuman wail as both her holes were stuffed. Alarmed, Ray stopped moving and searched his wife's eyes. "Are you alright, babe?" Amanda panted, collecting herself, and then replied, with difficulty, "I'm so full. It's incredible." Grinning, Ray began again to move. Robert began to film on his iPad, capturing all the details of Amanda's double penetration. She was very vocal now, urging them on: "Fuck my arse, Brian!" she would yell; then, "Harder, Ray! Pound my pussy!" It was amazing. Finally, she was sated: "I'm cumming. Oh fuck, Ray, I'm cumming. No, don't stop!" and they continued to fuck her through her orgasm until she shopped thrashing and was quite still. Brian unloaded deep in her bowels, while Ray withdrew from her cunt and sprayed semen over her bald pubis. Rob, Sonia and I just watched as the three of them recovered and untangled their limbs. When Brian extricated himself from beneath Amanda she lay inert on the floor, her husband's spunk slowly dripping down over her inflamed labia. . . . I had made up the guest bedrooms in anticipation of no-one being sober enough to drive home. Robert and Brian carried Amanda through to one bedroom and Brian winked at my husband, joining her beneath the covers as Robert closed the door behind him. My husband took Sonia's hand and kissed me on the lips before leading her off to the second guest bedroom. "Good night, my love," he said, smiling at me. I locked my arms around Ray's neck and kissed him deeply. "Come on, lover," I said and took him into Robert's and my bed. . . . I woke first in the morning, swinging my legs over the side of the bed in which Ray still snored softly. My thighs were encrusted with his dried jizz from a three a.m. fuck. I smiled, remembering. As I tidied my hair, he reached out to squeeze a breast, murmuring, sleepily, "Where are you going, babe?" "To make a start on breakfast," I replied, smiling at him. "I'll come with you," he offered and I tossed him one of Robert's bathrobes. . . . The smell of coffee drifted through the house. I was laying the table, dressed only in the retro apron I'd worn the night Robert first gave me to his golfing buddies, and Ray was sprawled in a dining chair, smoking lazily and enjoying the view, when a screech rent the air. We rushed into the hallway, to see Amanda bounding naked down the stairs, her breasts jiggling madly, her mouth open as she screamed again. Brian, also quite naked and sporting a semi, stood on the top step confused. Sonia and Robert, tying up bathrobes, leaned over the landing banisters, rubbing the sleep from bleary, hungover eyes. Amanda threw herself into her husband's arms, sobbing incoherently. He stroked her hair for a moment, perplexed. Then he held her at arm's length and said, "Calm down, babe. Whatever is the matter?" She swept her arm around and pointed dramatically at Brian, whose semi was wilting rapidly as he descended the stairs, his wife and my husband close behind him. "He raped me!" I looked down and saw for the first time the mess of semen on her upper thighs. It seemed clear what had happened. Waking with morning wood, Brian had taken the opportunity to wake Amanda with sex, but she - startled and hungover, still mostly asleep and having only a sketchy recollection of her adventures the previous night - had had a massive shock. She seemed suddenly to realise she was naked in front of us all and covered her breasts with one arm, holding tight to her husband with the other. He, however, was beginning to laugh. "Raped you, honey?" he asked through his merriment. "Last night you were riding him with abandon." She stared, opening her mouth to protest. Then an expression of dawning comprehension spreads across her pretty face. She looks between us, shaking. Ray puts his hands on her waist and leans her buttocks against the dining table. "Helen," he says, looking into his wife's eyes. "Fetch the iPad." I felt a stab of empathy for Amanda. I had been where she was now, the smell of coffee in the air as my husband showed me proof that the people surrounding me had fucked me. She stared at the moving images on the screen in disbelief. Finally, she bowed her head at the sound of her voice begging to be fucked harder, crying out in orgasm. "They've all had you," Ray said, helpfully. "Well, all except Sonia." And Sonia, eyes glittering, dropped to her knees between Amanda's legs and began lapping her own husband's drying spunk from her thighs. Amanda threw her head back and Brian's mouth found her nipple. Relieved, I poured six cups of coffee.