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Throbbing Under My Thong Ch. 01

By: Kay-Dee



I’m in my forties, a respectable business woman, a pillar of the community - well that’s what everyone thinks. And I suppose I was until this summer.

My husband and I had booked a holiday cottage in Devon for a week but at the last minute he was unable to make it. There was some problem at work or other. I decided I’d still to go on my own. We’d been there before and loved the area so I thought I’d have a relaxing time hopefully soaking up the sun, reading and walking. Just what I needed to unwind. The cottage is quite isolated other than for the residence next door where the owner lives.

I arrived on a beautiful sunny day and knocked at the owners door to pick up the key. Mrs. Robbins was there but was leaving soon to visit her daughter in London. We had a chat, she gave me the key and told me that her nephew and his friend would be staying at her cottage for a few days. I thought nothing of this, and went indoors to unpack.

The next morning I awoke to bright sunshine and, after breakfast, decided I’d spend a lazy day sun bathing in the large back garden while reading a trashy novel. A far cry from my usual hectic business life. 

I slipped on my bikini and glanced in the bedroom mirror. I felt I still looked pretty good for my age. My body is quite toned, as I exercise regularly and do Yoga whenever I have the time. The bikini was quite brief but, as there was no one about, it didn’t really matter. I knew that, if my husband had been with me he wouldn’t have approved of me wearing it. 

I was soon lying on my sun-lounger, stretched out in the sunshine. It felt absolute paradise as I massaged some suntan lotion on my skin. I hooked the bikini top straps off my shoulders as I didn’t want any white lines. This made the bra top looser so my breasts were nearly popping out. ‘But who cares?’, I thought, ‘there’s only me here.’

As the warmth of the sun caressed my body I started to read my novel. It was quite erotic right from the first page and I felt a slight tingle of excitement inside my tummy as I continued to read. I suppose it wasn’t really surprising that I was feeling a little turned on as it had been well over a month since I last had sex with my husband. He worked so hard and was just too tired most nights to have any ‘dirty’ thoughts, as I called them. Our love life was far from exciting, perhaps we we’d been together too long for me to excite him any more.

I rubbed some more lotion on my body as the midday sun got stronger. By now my top was just about covering my nipples and they seemed to be quite erect as I gently massaged lotion over my shoulders. ‘God I’m feeling so sexy’, I thought. As I spread my legs I glanced at the cottage next door and the upstairs window. ‘Was that someone looking out?’

I had another look and could see quite clearly a bare chested boy about 18 or 19 standing at the window and he was quite obviously staring at me. My immediate reaction was to cover up but for some reason his gaze made me feel even sexier and wanted - something I hadn’t felt for a long time. So I lay still but couldn’t resist stretching my whole body sensuously. My nipples seemed to get even harder, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. I opened my legs slightly wider and looked down at my mound.

I came to my senses and knew I must stop, I had to go indoors. I stood up and slowly walked towards the cottage. I was about half way to the door and a voice called out, “Hi! I’m Andy, Mrs. Robbins nephew”.

I glanced over the fence and standing there was another boy, again about 18 years old. He had a bigsmile on his face as he glanced at my breasts. I mumbled something by way of a greeting but kept on walking. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way inside.

I couldn’t believe it, I was actually shaking. I looked in a mirror and saw that my top was only staying up because of my erect nipples. ‘God, what must that Andy have thought?’ I touched my right breast lightly with my hand and a wonderful sensation shot through my body. I slumped in a chair and with trembling hands pushed down my bikini bottoms. I reached to touch my pussy and couldn’t believe how wet I was. My finger found my clit and at once I orgasmed with such power that I just lay there breathing deeply, wondering what on earth had got into me - or maybe it was the thought of what I wanted to get into me.

All that night in bed I kept going over and over in my mind about how much I enjoyed those boys looking at me, lusting over me, even if it had been for onIy a short while. I dreamt of taking it all a step further, of being naked before them and seeing their erections ... I awoke sweating, wet and sticky.

The following day I went into town for some groceries. Next door to the supermarket was a shop selling bikinis, thongs and other beach wear. I looked along the rails and there was a bright red, very small thong together with a matching top that was little more than two tiny pieces of cloth held together with thin cord. I was trembling again and saw that it was shown as a ‘small’ size. For some unexplainable reason I still went ahead and bought it.

I couldn’t wait to get back to the cottage. I quickly dumped the shopping on the table and rushed upstairs to the bedroom with the swimwear. Like a woman possessed I undressed and pulled on the thong. It barely covered my pussy and my pubic hair was sticking out of the sides. The back left my bottom completely exposed and as I looked in the mirror a familiar excitement hit me. The bikini top barely covered my nipples and they stuck out prominently through the material. Just looking at myself was getting me so turned on, I felt ashamed. ‘I could hardly wear this where anyone else could see me, could I?’

I looked at myself carefully and decided that at the very least I’d have to trim my pubic hair before ever thinking about wearing the thong. I went to the bathroom and with my scissors started cutting my secret hair. 

I trimmed back what I could see while wearing the thong, but didn’t stop there. I slipped off the garment and kept on snipping away. I cut everything as short as possible before reaching for my Ladyshave. I gently shaved off all of my pussy hair, something I’d never done before. I softly rubbed in some moisturiser into my now naked skin and I couldn’t believe how sensitive I felt. It felt wonderful. I knew I’d have to release the built up tension soon. ‘I need a good fuck’. I was shocked at my thoughts, language and by the way I felt. I quickly stood under a cold shower hoping the feelings would go away.

After drying myself I couldn’t resist trying on my new sunwear again. The thong was merely a strip that hardly covered my pussy lips. The top left my breasts virtually exposed and once again my nipples were hard, forcing their way through the material.

I plucked up all my courage, went into the garden and lay face down on my sun lounger. I knew I’d appear absolutely naked from the back and all sorts of emotions flooded my mind. ‘What it the boys were there?’

The sun was lovely and so hot on my skin. After about half an hour I turned over, to lie on my back and there were the two boys looking over the fence. I didn’t know what to do or what to say as their eyes gazed at my body. Goodness knows how long they had been there.

‘Fancy a coke?’, said the one I knew to be Andy.

‘Erm, yes, erm okay, please’, I replied and knew straight away that I shouldn’t have said this. ‘What is wrong with me?’ 

In a matter of minutes they were scrambling over the fence wearing swimming shorts. Andy passed me a can of coke and introduced his friend Dave. I didn’t really know what to say or what to do. Here I was virtually naked sitting between two handsome boys. They sat on the grass and I remained on the sun lounger. With a shaky voice I tried to make conversation but all I could see and feel was their eyes on my breasts, legs, thong - everywhere. The problem was I loved them looking at me. I’d never felt so desirable and sexually attractive for so very long.

I couldn’t take any more of seeing their eyes on my body so I rolled over onto my tummy. “Shall we rubsome sun lotion on your back for you?”, asked Andy.

I mumbled a, “Yes please”, and waited. My heart was thumping so loud and I felt sweat building between my breasts, my nipples were aching, longing to be sucked.

Then they touched me and I groaned before I could control myself. Gently they massaged the lotion into my shoulders and lower back and undid my bra top as they did so. I was on fire. I felt hands on each leg as they smoothed the liquid reaching higher and higher towards my thighs. My legs were together but I opened them slightly as a hand reached my thong and then onto my bare bottom. I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from going over the top. I knew I could so easily cum.

It was no good. ‘I mustn’t’, I told myself. Suddenly I jumped up and said, “Sorry, I’ve just remembered. I’ve got to go inside now to do something. I’ll see you another day.” I rushed to the patio door of my cottage slamming it behind me. There I stood breathing deeply and shaking. In my hurry I’d left my top behind and was just wearing my thong. I was out of control and lay on the settee pushing the narrow fabric to one side.

I was unbelievably wet and felt almost silky as I reached down to touch my cunt. My other hand went to my clit revolving in small circles. I slid two fingers inside myself. I was groaning and moaning and thrashing about, sweat was pouring out of me.

For some reason I looked at the patio door and there was Andy looking through at me. His cock was in his hand and he was rubbing it furiously. I couldn’t have cared less who was looking. I kept sliding my fingers further and further, faster and faster. As I looked at the glass door I saw Andy’s cock erupt and shoot semen over the window. I came immediately, my whole body shook as I thrust my cunt into the air and arched my back. I’d never felt anything like it before, regular sex had never been like this.

As I opened my eyes Andy had gone only his spunk remained trickling gently down the glass door. He had hooked my bra top over the door handle.

I stumbled upstairs, tears in my eyes. “What have I done?” I felt ashamed but at the same time stimulated. I knew that, no matter what I thought, I’d be back for more.

The next day it rained. I hid away.

The day after rained as well. At about eleven in the morning there was a knock at the front door. I knew it would be Andy or Dave. 

Andy was there. “We can’t sun bathe in this can we?”, he asked waving at the rain pouring down. “We were wondering if we could have a picnic lunch in your lounge. We could pretend that we were on the beach or something. And, erm, we could all wear our beach things.” He didn’t know what else to say.

“Okay”, I agreed, “See you both at half past twelve”.

It was like it was beyond my control and I went upstairs to change into my red outfit. I looked at myself once more in the mirror and trembled with excitement. 

I sat in the kitchen drinking a bottle of wine for courage and waited while watching the clock’s hands slowly move to the allotted time.

Knock, knock! There they were and I answered the door. They were wearing raincoats but I could tell that underneath they were both naked. Dave spread a blanket he was carrying on the lounge floor. “Shall I take your coats”, I asked. They looked at each other, looked unsure what to say but managed, “Yea, in a minute”.

I knew what we all wanted so I simply lay on the blanket as they looked down at me. I closed my eyes and gently touched my tits and moved my hand over my nipples. They felt so large. “Undo the back”, I said sitting up. Andy pulled the cord to my bra top and my breasts bounced free. I looked at Andy and Dave and reached a hand out to them both. Their coats dropped to the floor and I saw their nakedness for the first time, both already had erections. I noticed that Dave’s looked much bigger than Andys. I pulled their heads towards my tits. “Suck my nipples”, I instructed. As they did so I arched my back to thrust my breasts into their mouths. This was heaven, a boy on each tit. 

Then I remembered what I’d promised myself. “You can do what you want but no fucking, okay?” I was surprised at my sterness and they both nodded their heads in agreement.

As wonderful as the sucking and attention my tits were getting was I wanted them to see all of me and to feel their eyes on my body. I told Dave to pull down my thong, which he did slowly. “Jesus, she’s shaved”, he said as he saw my pussy for the first time. I pushed them both back so they would be able to see me properly and opened my legs while raising my knees slightly. I started to rub my cunt and the juices started to flow down my crack. 

I looked at them staring at me and it felt so good. They were both kneeling and Andy was rubbing his erection which made me quiver with delight but it was Dave’s cock I couldn’t keep my eyes off. It was standing up and looked enormous. I don’t know how big, maybe eight or nine inches. The redness contrasted with his white skin and the head was shiny with pre-cum and almost purple in colour. He wasn’t touching it but it looked as if he was about to cum at any minute. It was so hard and seemed to be pulsating in time with his heartbeat.

I groaned and came noisily the wetness running down my open thighs.

Andy muttered, “Oh, God, I’m cuming, I’m cuming”, as he rubbed his hardness.

“Come on my tits”, I shouted at him and felt the hot semen shoot onto my right breast. He soon unloaded his spunk and squeezed the last drop on to one of my aching nipples.

Dave was just kneeling there gazing at me, his massive cock throbbing gently. I pulled open my cunt lips as wide as I could. I wanted to make him cum just by looking at me. “I bet you’d like to fuck me, to push deep inside me”. He moaned and simply erupted, spunk flew through the air hitting my stomach and tits. He seemed to just keep coming and coming, I’d never seen anything like it. 

His semen was everywhere and I felt so turned on. I knew they’d have to fuck me properly, no matter what I had previously said, to put me out of my misery ... but they both stood up looking very embarrassed, got their coats, said something indistinguishable and left.

I was on fire, anyone could have fucked me. The alcohol and the experience had taken over. I went to the kitchen and got hold of a cucumber - it was all I could think of to use. I lay against the couch, opened my legs and slowly inserted the cucumber into my gaping, soaking cunt.

I looked at myself. There I was covered in spunk with a green substitute cock deep inside my bald pussy, my legs spread wide, my nipples swollen and hard ... there was a noise behind me ... I turned round thinking, hoping it would be Andy and Dave but a voice shouted, “What the bloody hell has been going on here?”

It was my husband ...

... to be continued 

Throbbing Under My Thong Ch. 02



I looked at my husband's expression, it was one of almost disbelief at what he was seeing. There I was, my naked body covered in spunk, a green substitute cock deep inside my now shaven pussy and my legs spread wide apart. He shook his head, turned around and went out of the door.

"Wait, wait," I cried out, "I'll explain, I'll explain, don't go."

By the time I stood up and removed the saturated cucumber he was gone. I hid my nudity behind the front door of our holiday cottage and watched him drive away with tears streaming down my face.

"What have I done, what have I done?" I repeated over and over to myself. "He's bound to leave me now. What have I done?"

I kept praying that he would be back. I went upstairs to the bathroom to shower and change into some decent clothes. I had to be ready, should he return, and be all clean and respectable again - like the business lady I've always appeared to be. I looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were still swollen and hard and as I touched them a feeling of ecstasy shot through my body. I felt so mixed up. My mind was in turmoil but my body was alive, turned on and I felt oh so very sexy.

I dressed and waited for him to return. 

Finally, when it reached midnight, I decided I might as well go to bed. I left the front door unlocked so he would be able to get in if he wanted to do so. I lay there thinking about what had happened over the last few days and was horrified at what a slut I had become. "No wonder he left," I told myself.

I must have dozed off as after a while I became aware of someone next to me in bed. There was a whispered request, "Tell me what happened, I need to know." My heart pounded, at least my husband had returned.

I slowly told my story about the two boys and what I had done and the enjoyment I'd had from exposing myself to them. I told him everything, the truth - well, almost everything. I said that the boys never touched me, they just looked and ejaculated over my naked body. 

I finished and waited for his reaction. I was turned away from him. I didn't know what to expect.

At last he spoke, "Get onto your knees."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Just bloody do it, get on all fours."

Trembling I did as he said. He lifted my night-dress and I felt his erection slap my bottom and then straight away find the entrance to my pussy. With one thrust he was deep inside me. His hardness and strength took me by surprise.

"You fucking whore," he shouted, "Your cunt is drenched. You're just a filthy slut."

No one had ever used such words to me before. Strangely they made me excited and I pushed my bottom back at him wanting his cock even deeper inside me. I needed to be taken hard and rough, almost as a punishment for what I had done.

"You slut, you slut. You fucking slut," he kept saying as he thrust wildly in and out of me, his firm penis pounding my insides. Very soon I could feel he was ready to come. His cock seemed to expand and grow and suddenly his explosion shook my cunt, his hot spunk spurting and spurting inside me. I couldn't help it, I came as well screaming out as I did so, "Yes, I am a fucking slut and you fucking love it."

We seemed to collapse then, sweating and sticky with him still inside me, and lay there without a word more spoken. We each needed time to gather our thoughts and think about all that had happened. After, I don't know how long he gently kissed my neck and said quietly, "I love you." I smiled contentedly to myself and drifted into sleep.

When I awoke in the morning I could hear him moving about downstairs. I showered, put on a bath gown and went to see him.

"Hello," he said with a grin on his face, "Breakfast is nearly ready so sit down."

We didn't talk much, as we ate, and there was no mention of the previous night. When I'd finished I told him I was going upstairs to dress.

"What are you going to wear?" he asked.

"Erm, I don't really know but it looks like it's going to be a hot, sunny day."

"Do you have that sun-dress with you?" he asked, "The one you wear to the beach when we go abroad. You know, with all of the buttons down the front and the thin straps."

"I do but you always say it's too short and the top's too low."

He came over and hugged me and said, "Well today I've changed my mind, and besides no one really knows us here." As he squeezed me tight I could feel his penis was solid against my tummy.

He followed me to the bedroom. I took out some fresh underwear and he said, "No, not those. Wear that red thong you told me about and no bra."

This was so unlike him but I did as he requested while he went downstairs to wait form me.

I slipped on the tiny thong first and it barely covered my smooth mound. It felt so nice and I knew I was already moist. I put on the thin dress and buttoned up the front. It had a low, scooped neckline and the hem was above my knee. It made me feel sensual, like I was virtually naked. Once more my nipples became aroused and their colour and shape showed through the thinness of the material. As I walked my breasts moved freely and I was showing quite a lot of cleavage. My body felt on fire and I could feel that my face was glowing and flushed.

I went and stood quietly before my husband, almost meekly. "Nearly perfect," he commented, "but I think we'll undo the top button and also the bottom one as well." His hands gently undid the buttons and I was sure he was shaking slightly as he did so. Even more of my breasts were now exposed and I knew that as I walked I would be showing quite a lot of leg. It was wonderful. I'd never felt so free and sensual.

"Let's go to town," he said, "and get you some new clothes."

We parked the car and went for some coffee first. As the waiter brought this to us I could feel his eyes looking down the front of my dress at my barely hidden tits. As soon as he was gone my husband said excitedly, "Did you see how he looked at you? He was staring at your boobs." I smiled and was surprised at how much this seemed to be turning my spouse on. We were both so much out of character.

Next we found a small boutique to buy what my husband called some 'sexy gear'. He picked out a couple of dresses and I went to try them on. The changing cubicle had a curtain at the front and was in the main shop. I tried on the first dress and let him have a look. He didn't like it, "Not daring enough."

I slipped out of the dress and as I stood there in just my thong he opened the curtain a little to look in on me. I had no idea why until I looked up and saw that he had left a gap in the curtain and an older man was clearly staring at me. Obviously my husband was starting to get into showing me off. I dressed very slowly so the man could have a good look and even adjusted my thong a little so he had a quick glimpse of my bald pussy.

Though this was fun it didn't really do as much for me as it did for my husband. I wanted, almost needed, some stronger action.

We eventually bought a couple of dresses and some sexy g-strings and I suggested that we go to the beach. There was a quiet, sandy cove we had heard about and I hoped I might find an adventure there. After all, the only beach wear I had with me was the tiny thong I was wearing.

Though the sun was shining there was hardly anyone on the beach. We walked to the far end by some rocks and spread out the car blanket on the sand. I slipped out of my dress and, wearing just my thong, lay on the blanket. My husband undressed while looking down at me and I could see he was hard beneath his shorts. He said that he'd better have a swim to cool down. 'Spoil sport', I thought.

While he was swimming two youngish guys came and sat quite near us which made me feel good. To my amazement they stripped off completely. I learnt later that this beach was known for it's unofficial naturism. I don't know who was looking most, them or me. Their bodies were sun-tanned and muscular and this increased the moistness to my lower regions.

My husband returned from his swim and noticed the young men. "The water's lovely," he said, "Why don't you have a dip."

"Okay," I answered and stood up and slowly walked to the sea edge, from the back I would have looked naked. The water was cool as I waded in up to my waist. I took a deep breath and dived under. It felt idyllic to be virtually naked swimming under a blue sky with the sun shining.

As I came out of the water the thong seemed to have tightened and was squeezing between my pussy lips leaving me partly uncovered. I didn't bother to adjust anything as I walked back to my husband while the guys also looked at me.

"I know. I'll take some photos, while you're still wet from your swim," said my husband as he jumped to his feet, "Over there by that flat rock." 

I partly sat on the rock while my husband got his camera ready. The warmth felt lovely on my bare bottom and this seemed to heat up and swell my nipples even more. I could see the guys looking and I wanted them to so much.

"Smile." Click went the camera and I moved to another position. Click. "Open your legs slightly," instructed my husband which I willingly did. He stared at my pussy, the lips were by now virtually completely exposed. 

"Wider," he said and I noticed the two men had stood up and were walking towards us. They were both still naked.

"Are you a model?" one of them asked.

"Yea, right," I answered sarcastically as I closed my legs slightly.

"Only asking 'cos we were wondering if we could take some photos of you as well. We'd pay, of course."

"Yes, she'll pose for you. Won't you love?" said my husband before I had a chance to say anything. I nodded in agreement.

"Will you come to our caravan (trailer) then? It's just at the end of the beach, about five minutes walk."

My husband and I looked at each other and this time I spoke first, "Sure, why not?"

The young men, Alan and Dave, headed along the beach until we reached a small holiday caravan park with probably about ten caravans. By now they had tied towels around their waist to cover their nudity and I had slipped on my dress. We went inside the caravan, which was quite roomy but still felt confined with the four of us inside.

Alan drew the curtains so no one could see and went to get his camera which he set on a tripod. I was beginning to feel a little nervous. It felt so much more intimate and close up than while on the beach. By now the guys had dropped their towels and were nude again. I almost lusted after their bodies, so firm and tanned with two gorgeous plump cocks swinging as they moved about. My husband had sat down and was watching the action as if in a dream.

"Okay, we're ready," said Alan.

I took a deep breath and undid my dress and threw it over to my husband who looked to be in a daze at what was unfolding in front of him.

I lay on one of the long bench seats arching my back slightly to emphasise my tits. My nipples were on overdrive and felt so very hard and sensitive. Several photos were taken and as I looked at Alan taking the pictures I saw that his penis had become erect. My mouth salivated with lust.

Dave came over to me, his cock also upright and bouncing beautifully against his stomach as he moved. "You don't need this, do you?" he said touching my thong. I licked my lips and said quietly, "No." He gently pulled the sides and slid the thong agonising slowly down my legs as I lifted my bottom to make it easier. Once I was completely naked I shut my eyes and opened my legs as wide as I possibly could. I wanted them to see how wet I was, how open I was, how hard my clit was, how my cunt lips were swollen. I wanted them to see everything. 

I opened my eyes and saw that Dave had another camera inches from my cunt and was taking photo after photo. I reached down to touch my exposed clit needing some sort of relief but Dave instructed, "No, don't, we'll decide what to do."

I looked at him, my eyes almost pleading and whispered, "Please, I need to be touched."

Alan came over and said, "Okay, we'll take some oral shots." He looked at my husband, "You hold her right leg high and wide so Dave can take photos while I tongue her."

I thought my husband would object but he came over and held my leg spreading my cunt wide open. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my thigh. Alan dropped to his knees and licked the inside of myother thigh while Dave held the camera a short distance away. As soon as his tongue touched me I moaned and tried to thrust my pussy towards him in the hope of some sort of contact with my clit. As I did so I squeezed my tits with my hands groaning, "Please, please."

Then it happened, his tongue touched my clit and I screamed out, "Don't stop, I'm coming, I'm coming."

Alan didn't stop and I shuddered into ecstasy and could feel my hot fluids spilling out onto his tongue as I orgasmed with such power my whole body shook with pleasure. I was left panting, my heart pounding as Alan continued to lick and suck my cunt and then pushed his tongue deep inside my open wetness. I came again shaking my head from side to side still holding my tits and nipples. All the time Dave was clicking away with his camera.

Dave said, "Right, we'll have a cum shot."

Alan knew what this meant and started to rub his erection. I raised my head to look at his swollen cock with pre-cum oozing out. Despite having cum twice I was still full of desire and lust. I lifted my bottom and as I did so Alan exploded and spunk flew onto my hairless cunt hitting my clit and lips. Alan moved away and Dave got close up with the camera only inches from my juices that were mingling with the white semen. "Pull yourself open.," he demanded.

I let go of my tits and put a hand each side of my cunt and pulled the lips slightly apart. As I did so I felt the spunk trickling onto my fingers. I opened myself wider and looked up at my husband who was still holding one of my legs. Our eyes met and I could see the lust in his eyes and again felt his erection against my thigh.

"Let's get her on the table now," shouted Alan. The three men lifted me like a hunk of meat, my legs apart, my tits bouncing. I knew I was being used but I loved the feeling. They sat me on the table and I began to pose again, my legs dangling over the edge. I leaned backwards, to emphasise my tits and spread my legs wide once more. I could see that both Alan and Dave were rock hard and I almost screamed with lust and desire. I was completely out of control and felt that I wanted them to fuck me senseless.

Alan told me to lay back completely on the table. I did so, my head was overhanging one side and my legs and most of my thighs the other. The camera went on clicking and I groaned with lust as I pulled hard on my nipples.

"You'd better shag her, to put her out of her misery," Dave said to my husband.

My husband simply dropped his shorts and as I lifted my head I could see his cock was red and angry looking. He simply stood between my thighs and pulled my pussy apart. With one quick thrust his penis was deep inside my wet, slippery cunt and he began to move in and out slowly, too slowly for me. I needed to cum. 

"For fuck's sake," I shouted, "Fuck me harder."

Before I could finish my sentence Dave pushed his cock into my mouth. At first I was shocked. I'd never really liked oral sex but I just took to it like a professional, sucking and slurping while trying to get him deeper into my mouth. I heard him moan and could taste his pre-cum and then suddenly my husband could take no more and was fucking me hard and I shuddered to an orgasm. My husband pulled out of me and shot his spunk over my stomach. I could feel the spurts and heat as they landed on my skin.


Straight away Dave also came and I almost gagged as his thick, white cream filled my mouth. I tried to swallow some of it but most of it ran down my chin and over my face. I made an effort to sit up but as I did so Alan spurted his spunk over my tits. 


For a moment I just lay there as more photos were taken but I still felt like I needed more sex, more fucking and filling with spunk deep inside me.

Alan suddenly said, "That's it, times up," and he handed me a towel to wipe myself with. I felt confused at my feelings but rubbed the mess off my body and face.

"Here's your money I promised," Dave said putting an envelope on the table. "We'll keep your thong though as a souvenir."

I put on my dress and my husband picked up our other bits and pieces together with the envelope. We left the caravan and said our goodbyes.

Slowly we made our way back to the beach and on to our car. My cunt tingled as the thin dress gently caressed my skin. Juices were running down my thighs as I moved and my nipples were hard and proud. I felt exhilarated and also liberated. It was like I'd at last come alive sexually. The only problem was how could I continue this when I returned home, the next day, to my 'respectable' life as a business woman in middle class England? I only knew I'd have to somehow try. I also knew that I would need a good seeing to when I got back to our holiday cottage. I needed to be fucked hard and long and to feel spunk filling my vagina. I just hoped my husband was up to it. 



Throbbing Under My Thong Ch. 03



My husband asked me to accompany him on a business trip and, as I felt I needed a break from my own business, I decided to accept his offer. It was only for a few days in Eastbourne but I hoped this would give me the opportunity to somehow show myself off a little - or even a lot! It had been ages since I last had a ‘naughty' experience and I sure needed some sexual stimulation in my life again. I think it must have been a month since I last had even basic sex.

We arrived at our hotel late at night and went straight to bed as we were both tired after a long, hectic day. I knew a good sleep would have me randy and raring to go the next day.

I awoke at about eight o'clock and my husband wasn't about. I guessed he must have gone down to breakfast without me so I had a shower. The water was wonderfully warm with a strong force that made my body come alive. The spray soon had my breasts tingling and my nipples perky. As I massaged shower gel onto my skin I felt myself getting turned on. "This is how I should feel all of the time," I told myself, "Stimulated and sensual."

Stepping out of the shower and into an enormous fluffy bath towel raised my senses even more. I soon abandoned the towel to look at my nakedness in the full length mirror. I quite liked what I saw: a toned body with a flat tummy and large firm, yet soft, welcoming breasts with dark swollen nipples. "Yes, not bad for 41," I informed my reflection. 

The only imperfection, I told myself, was my pubic hair that I had allowed to regrow. "It'll have to go," so off I set with my scissors cutting the longer lengths before using my Ladyshave to remove all trace and leave me as smooth as the day I was born. As I run my hand over my mound I groaned at my new found sensitivity. I could see my clit and vaginal folds now bared and unveiled. I couldn't wait to show them off and became moist at the thought.

Putting on a short, slinky, satin robe I returned to the bedroom to see my fully dressed, and fed, husband sitting looking out of the window. I was glowing under my sensuous covering and I could tell that he liked what he saw. I loosened the belt so that the robe draped open.

He saw my shaven pussy and said, "God, that looks good enough to eat."

"Go on then."

"What now?"

"Please, pleeeease," I whispered, almost begging, and stood with my legs slightly apart and my smoothness pushed forward and exposed.

For once, much to my surprise, he did as he was asked and knelt before me. I let out a long, "mmmmmm" sound, as his lips touched the softness of my inner thigh and gently traced a path up to my vagina. I glanced out of the window and was sure there was a man looking from the building opposite in our direction. This made me almost cum instantaneously and I shrugged the robe off my shoulders so that it dropped to the floor.

Absolute heaven. Me completely naked and being licked and eaten while another man watched. I was on fire and thrust my groin impatiently towards my husband. "Put your tongue in me," I groaned and I reached down to part my pussy lips with my fingers. As his hot breath reached my centre I knew I couldn't hold back and my climax shook through my body as I felt my juices running, almost pumping, onto his tongue. I immediately came again as I saw that the man opposite was still looking. I was hot and didn't want the moment to stop.

"Strewth'" said my husband, "you must have needed that." He was certainly right! But, ever the typical male, he simply got to his feet and went to the bathroom to wash his face and gargle with mouthwash. I was left feeling frustrated and needing more. "A good hard fucking would have been nice," I muttered to myself.

With his mint flavoured mouth my husband returned to inform me that he was off for the day and he'd see me at about six in the evening. I saw him to the door still naked and tried to kiss him goodbye but he shut the door behind him quickly. "In case anyone sees you," were his parting words.

"Fuck! I wish they would."

The man had also gone from the window opposite so I started to prepare myself for the day ahead and see what, if any, adventures I could have.

It was sunny outside, so a good excuse to wear as little as possible. After a freshen up I pulled on a red, silky thong. Well it was almost a g-string as it was so small, with ribbon like ties, and just about covered my pussy. I then chose a thin dress with a low neckline that fastened at the front with buttons. No bra needed today, so the shape of my firm nipples showed through the material and my breasts moved as I walked jiggling my cleavage. I felt so sexy that I was tempted to masturbate before I went out but held back to prolong the pleasure.

By the time I was ready to leave it was nearly ten o'clock so I didn't bother with breakfast and just had a quick coffee in the room.

I headed for the town centre and attracted a few appreciative male glances as I walked. The sun warmed my skin and extended my nipples further. I felt amazingly free and there was a tantalising throb under my thong that made me smile to myself with anticipation.

I walked round several shops without incident until I went into a small lingerie shop called ‘Secret Things.' They had some lovely, lacy bras and thongs, of various styles, that quite took my fancy. A pretty dark haired girl, about 23 or 24, appeared from the back of the shop, smiled sweetly and said, "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Is there anything you would like to try on?"

I told her there was and she asked my bra size. I joked and said I was sure my boobs kept altering so she suggested that she measured me so I could get a proper fit. "Fine," I agreed.

She told me to go into a smaller private room at the back of the shop while she put a temporary ‘closed' sign on the door. "It's because I'm on my own today," she informed me.

The ‘measuring room' was very hot and quite intimate because of it's size. I undid the buttons of my dress at the top and slipped my shoulders out of the small sleeves. The dress fell to my hips and then, without warning, onto the floor. This was quite by accident as I had never previously had the urge to expose myself to a woman.

The girl, Sandra, didn't seem too shocked by me standing in just my tiny thong and shoes. She picked up my dress and hung it over a chair before reaching a tape under my breasts to get the first size. I felt sure her hands were slightly shaking, perhaps it was just my imagination. She then measured the fullest part of my bust to enable her to work out the correct cup size. Her fingers lightly brushed over my nipples. To my amazement I shivered with pleasure.

"W-w-what style bra would you like try?," Sandra asked.

"I'm looking for something uplifting and pretty that gives me a good cleavage, but doesn't cover my nipples," I replied.

"Oh, we have a couple like that. I, erm, bought myself one but my boyfriend won't let me wear it outside the house," Sandra said, looking a bit flustered by her remark. She continued quickly, "I'll go and get them for you."

I looked at myself in a mirror and could see my nipples were decidedly hard and there was a dampness forming between my breasts. I rubbed my tits with my hands just as Sandra returned. She handed me the first bra and helped me do up the back. I thought it looked incredible. My breasts were lifted and rounded by being supported underneath but my nipples were free and uncovered. I glanced in the mirror and my nipples looked so large, swollen and erect that I wanted to touch them.

I could see Sandra was looking at me and her own hardened nipples were now showing through her blouse and bra. There was a sexual tension in the room that I could hardly believe or even understand.

"I'll certainly have this one please," I said.

She released the clip for me at the back of my bra and watched as my tits fell loose and swung free. "Do you want to try the other bra as well?"

I was becoming a little scared by my feelings and said, "No, I think I'll just have the one, thanks."

"We also have some special breast firming cream if you are interested," Sandra added.

I tried to make light of the situation and laughed saying, "Are you trying to say my boobs are saggy?"

She went quite red faced, "No! No, you have beautiful breasts ... oh sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"That's okay, don't worry. Go on then, show me the cream."

"I've got a sample if you'd like to try it," she said handing me a large jar. "You can use it now if you want."

Then, I don't know what come over me because I answered, "I will if you'll massage it on for me." I felt such an idiot saying this but she took the jar from me and slowly unscrewed the lid while holding my gaze. She took out a large dollop of cream with one hand and gently smeared this on my right breast. It was like lightening had touched me and I let out a heavy sigh.

Sandra took another large amount for my left breast and put the jar down on a shelf. Her warm, delicate hands touched each of my tits at the same time as she massaged the cream firmly into my skin, her red finger nails contrasting with the colour of my tits.

I stood still, my heart was thumping, as she continued to smooth and rub the cream all over my boobs. I was so turned on and could feel my thong getting very moist. I arched my back slightly so that my tits were thrust forward and I could hear Sandra breathing heavily. She started to pull on my nipples like she was milking them and I shuddered with pleasure. I reached down to my thong and circled my firm clit

through the silky material. "God, I'm so wet," I told myself shakily. 

Suddenly, it was as if I was out of control and I pushed my thong down my thighs and plunged two fingers into my wetness. I moaned out loud and started pumping my fingers in and out of my cunt. Sandra released my breasts and stood watching me while squeezing and pinching her own tits and nipples. My fingers were pounding my velvet walls while my other hand circled and rubbed my clit. All restraint by now completely gone I started to cum, my hands were drenched and I started to shake as wave after wave of powerful vibrations shot through my body. My head was swaying, my tits bouncing as I came over and over again. Sweating and gasping for breath I gradually slowed just as a phone started to ring returning me back to reality.

In a daze I heard Sandra speaking, "Good morning Secret Things lingerie. How can I help you? ..... Oh right .... right .... see you in ten minutes then."

She then looked at me, "That's my boss. Unfortunately he's coming to the shop and will be here in ten minutes."

I quickly reached for my dress and pulled up my thong feeling very embarrassed. I was in a panic and wanted to get out of the shop as quickly as possible. "I'll pick up the bra later, thanks," I said but, before I could do anything, Sandra touched my face and kissed me softly on the lips while grinding her pubic bone into my thigh. She gasped as she came straight away. Trembling I rushed outside into the bright sunshine.

I found a seat in a coffee shop to gather my thoughts and senses. I felt foolish and yet exhilarated and I smiled to myself, "God, I'm insatiable at times." The coffee helped me pull myself together but the musk smell lingering on my fingers, and the waiter looking down the front of my dress, made me realise that I was still feeling very sexy. "And that damn cream isn't helping. It's making my tits tight and tingly."

The rest of the day went without any more adventures so I made my way back to the hotel at about half past five. I stripped off my clothes for another shower and afterwards decided a little masturbation wouldn't go amiss. I'd brought with me one of my vibrators so I lay on the bed taking it nice and slow. This break was certainly doing me good! I then heard a noise at the door. It was my husband and it sounded like he had someone with him. All I could do was quickly get under the bed clothes.

My husband looked shocked to see me in bed, as did his business contact Jeff - a smart, nice looking man of about 35. I mumbled something about how I was feeling tired and was having a rest. My husband explained that Jeff would be taking us both out to dinner to sign a business contract. I was to meet them at eight o'clock at a Bistro near to the hotel. 

"And wear something sexy," whispered my husband while Jeff was in the bathroom, "If I get this contract signed I'll make a serious amount of money and, besides, Jeff appreciates a hot looking woman."

With that they both left the room with Jeff saying, "I look forward to seeing more of you."

"Yes, I'll make sure of that," I said under my breath.

With interesting prospects for the evening ahead I abandoned my masturbation session and slowly got ready for dinner. 

If my husband wanted sexy I could do sexy! Black shiny, lacy topped, hold up stockings, high heels and let's see ... ah yes. I have a completely see through top, that looks something like a sleeveless T-shirt. It hides nothing so I normally wear a fancy bra underneath. Over this a thin lacy cardigan, held together by two small buttons, to protect a little of my modesty - at least for a while.

I pulled on a thong but as I was throbbing underneath I decided tonight was a time to go commando - so off came the unwanted garment. A silky clinging skirt with a button front would suffice. The look, and being naked underneath, certainly made me very feel horny.

The food was great at the Bistro and I was seated between my husband and Jeff. The free flowing wine was making me quite light headed and any inhibitions I may have had were disappearing more and more with every glass I drank.

The Bistro was empty when we finished our meal and the three of us were in high spirits, laughing and talking. I was genuinely feeling hot - temperature wise - so I undid my cardigan and took it off. This stopped the conversation.

"Wow," uttered Jeff eventually as he licked his lips while looking at my breasts that were covered, but far from hidden. 

My husband didn't quite know what to say or do and made some comment about how I must have forgotten my underwear.

"Yes, all of it," I answered.

"You gonna prove that?" asked Jeff. "Tell you what, if you do, I'll definitely sign the contract ... otherwise, who knows ... Oh, and I'd like the guys from the Bistro to witness this as well."

I turned to my husband for help in what to answer but he said nothing. "Okay," I agreed.

Jeff left the table and went to speak to the Bistro staff who, it turned out, were his friends. They pulled down the window blinds, locked the door and arranged five seats in a semi-circle around a high stool by the bar. I was beginning to feel a little uneasy but the contract was, after all, worth a lot of money I reminded myself. I wished though that my husband would give me a sign of approval for what I was about to do.

There were three staff: the owner George, about 55; his nephew Marco about 25 and a young lad, Leo, of 18. They took their seats and Jeff called me and my husband to join them - with me sitting on the stool.

"Okay, get your skirt off," ordered Jeff.

I first reached for a bottle of wine on the bar and filled my glass and downed the drink in a few swallows. I needed an extra shot of courage.

While various remarks were being made I began to undo the buttons on my skirt, starting at the hem. The tension was building and soon only the waist band button remained. I parted the skirt to expose my lower regions to a round of applause and various crude statements about my shaven pussy. Finally I undid the remaining button and my skirt fell away completely. I sat still, breathing heavily, while they took in the view.

"Now walk up and down."

I got off the stool and started to walk to the far side of the Bistro and back again. It all felt extremely sexy, more so than if I had been completely naked. My transparent top stopped just above my belly button and I was then naked to the tops of my stockings. The thin material caressed my nipples and once more they became harder and extended and I knew my pussy was extremely wet.

I kept on walking backwards and forwards while they watched. I felt so wanted and lusted after, I needed to show them more and for someone to touch my flesh.

I walked towards Marco and sat on his lap. He appeared surprised and looked towards the others, one of his arms went around my waist and the other touched my thigh but, to my disappointment, this was all he did. 

After a few minutes I got up and moved to George who immediately pulled me onto his knee while grabbing at one of my tits. This felt more like it. His hand pulled on my nipples quite hard before heading between my legs and straightaway to my wet pussy. Without waiting or exploring me further he pushed fingers into me making me groan loudly. I opened my legs as he started to finger me in and out. "That's it," I cried out, "Finger fuck me ... go on, go on."

His thick fingers thrust in and out of my cunt as my legs spread wider. I wanted them all to see my wetness, my clit and my engorged cunt expanding open with desire. I grabbed my tits as I was being pumped until my orgasm flooded over me and onto George's fingers and hand. He kept thrusting until I screamed out loud, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as I came again leaving me sweating and making animal like noises from my throat.

I sat still for a moment with my legs open while they told me what a sexy, wet slut I was. Recovering control I got up from George and stood in front of Leo. How young, fresh and innocent he looked. He stared at my body and I held my tits and pushed my pussy mound forward for him to touch or do whatever he wanted. His hand moved towards me and a finger gently rubbed my cunt between the outer lips. I started to want more again and reached forward to the zip on his jeans. I pulled the jeans open while looking deep into his eyes. His cock was solid and waiting with pre-cum oozing out. I grasped the shaft and moved my hand up and down a couple of times. He moaned and a great spurt of white cream erupted from him, thick and warm and onto my tummy. I wanked him until there was no more remaining and

turned to look at Jeff.

"Come here you slut."

I went and straddled his lap and his hands went to my breasts, he lifted my top and started to suck hard on my nipples as I shoved them willingly into his mouth. 

"Wait," he said and started to undo his trousers to enable his penis to spring free. It was so massive and erect, probably the biggest I had ever seen. The head was purple and like a large plump plum. My hand reached to touch him but my fingers wouldn't reach round the veined girth completely. I did the best I could and as I was straddling him I stood up so that I could move his cock and rub it against my wanting clit. I was like a bitch on heat I needed this monster inside me, deep in my cunt.

"Use a condom," shouted my husband and handed Jeff one. I couldn't believe he was agreeing to me having sex with someone else.

Spurred on by my his obvious approval I ripped off my top and lay on the floor in front of them all with my legs wide apart and my knees raised off the ground. I was thrusting my saturated swollen cunt up and down waiting and wanting to be fucked as Jeff rolled on his condom. 

He didn't bother to undress but simply lowered his trousers with his penis hard and rampant and pointing at my wet hole. "Fuck me," I groaned, "For God's sake fuck me."

His prick touched my clit and I screamed, "Get that fucking thing in me now ... please ... please."

As I pushed towards him the head slipped into me, my wetness making it easy for him to penetrate. As he pushed further I felt my cunt stretching and opening as never before. I felt I would split in two. It was almost painful and yet so pleasurable. Still more of his cock went into me and I felt my cunt trying to suck him in deeper. I was squeezing my tits and pulling on my nipples. Eventually he was fully inside me, so deep it felt like he was massaging my womb and internal organs. Slowly he started to move in and out and I was gasping and thrashing about underneath him wanting release, wanting to cum, wishing he could fill me with his semen. I couldn't take any more, I let out a scream as he pounded into me gaining speed, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. My whole body shook as ecstasy erupted inside me and my climax released all of the built up tensions. I wanted his cock to stay in me for hours and hours filling and violating me.




Throbbing Under My Thong Ch. 03



Jeff then grunted loud and I felt his sperm shoot into the condom as his cock expanded and pulsated time after time. Once he was finished and without any warning he pulled out of me leaving me feeling empty and as if part of me was missing. "Sorry," he said, "I've got a contract to sign." I knew I had been used.

I looked up and there was George wanking over me and a spray of cum splashed over my breasts. 

Slowly I staggered to my feet looking for my clothes, first wiping away George's spunk with a bar towel. I soon had my skirt and cardigan on, the see through top was too ripped to wear. Jeff and my husband were shaking hands and the contract was handed over, the deal completed.

"Let's go," said my husband abruptly and we left the Bistro to walk back to the hotel.

"Still flashing your tits I see you fucking whore," grunted my spouse when he saw they were barely covered. I pulled the cardigan together to try and hide my quivering cleavage.

"Don't bother whore, let every fucker see," he continued, "How could I be married to such a slut?" He continued calling me whore, slut, filthy cunt and other names all the way back to the hotel. We eventually reached our room and he angrily repeated the same thing, "You are a fucking filthy whore."

The peculiar thing was that his words were turning me on again. "So why don't you punish me then?"

I stood in front of him and undid my cardigan and skirt so that I was naked other than for my stockings and heels. "Go on punish me."

He grabbed me by the shoulders and sat in a chair pulling me over his knee with my bottom in the air. 

Thwack! His hand hit my bottom. "Whore." Then again. "Fucking slut." Each smack stung for a moment but the glow afterwards took me to new heights. I opened my legs as much as I could so that he could see my anus and cunt as he struck me. Soon he was reaching and slapping my gaping pussy. I wriggled off his lap and onto the bed where I knelt on all fours with my head down and my arse high, pointing towards him, my legs spread. Everything was available to him, whatever he wanted. I felt him behind me, his hard penis slapping against my bottom.

"Take me hard, be rough."

His cock was soon slamming powerfully into my cunt as far as he could go. In and out, in and out. Then he stopped and pulled out and was fingering my anus. We had never had anal sex before. His penis was wet and slippery from my pussy and the head pushed at my virgin opening. I was gasping with anticipation and my heart was pounding away faster and faster. I screamed out as he entered my rosebud for the first time. I was frightened but he pushed further into me as I tried to relax my anal muscles. Again he thrust forward and went further into me. Soon he was fucking my arse and again calling me a whore and a slut. I didn't think I could take any more, there were tears in my eyes as he ripped into me. He withdrew quickly and turned me over roughly shuffling his penis towards my mouth.

"Open your mouth, you whore." He rubbed his cock hard until he came aiming his spunk into my mouth. There was so much I nearly choked. "Swallow it all, slut." I did my best but some was running down my chin and over my face. At last he was finished and slumped next to me.

"God", I thought, "What's wrong with me."

I awoke a few hours later and went to the bathroom.

My husband was awake when I slipped back into bed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I promised Jeff he could fuck you if he signed the contract. I shouldn't have done that."

"You fucking pimp," I said.

"I guess we make a good team then, whore, don't we? Oh by the way I do love you. I love you very much."

Before I could say anything else he lent over and kissed me and went on to make gentle, sensuous love to me, just as I remembered from when we were first married. It was wonderful as he finally filled me with his hot semen, our juices mingling together. 

At last I felt properly and fully satisfied ... well, at least for a while!