0 comments/ 157941 views/ 41 favorites A Spanking Good Time By: Quin I am a 36yr old housewife married for ten years and live in a quiet suburban area. This letter is about what happened just after I wed. I was very naïve about sex and had never done anything exciting although I seem to attract the attention of many men. I had then shoulder length blonde hair and a good figure with 36c bust which looked bigger because of my slim waist. Anyway after six months of marriage I lost my job and my husband suggested I stay home awhile before looking for another. I tended to get a bit bored and one of the things I looked forward to was the company of two men, one almost 60, the other 55. They were retired and did peoples gardens for a bit of extra cash and to keep busy. Sometimes I let them into the house for a drink or chatted to them in the garden. Nothing sexual ever crossed my mind, or I think theirs until one afternoon when they were leaving one of them dropped a magazine. I picked it up and was about to call them back when I realised it was a sex magazine. Instead of giving it back I began to thumb through it. I had never seen anything like it before; it featured mainly women being spanked. I was amazed; I had never associated sexual pleasure with that sort of thing and was shocked to find these elderly gentlemen reading such things. One picture showed a woman bent over a man’s knee and her skirt pulled up being smacked with his hand. Another showed a series of pictures that started with a woman in a room with three men. As the pictures progressed she was touched up and then they bent her over a chair and pulled down her panties taking turns to spank her. The ones that really caused me to have a funny feeling were at the back of the book. They showed men with their penises out and masturbating while women were spanked. Some showed the woman holding a cock. It made me feel turned on and so I settled down to have a really good look. I was very excited at seeing pictures of men’s cocks and fascinated on how these women let themselves be treated like that. Something about the whole idea of being spanked intrigued me - it was very kinky and unusual. When the men were about to finish for the day I called the elder one in and gathering up courage I handed him the magazine saying, “You dropped this earlier.” He was shocked and spent the next five minutes apologising to me. As he seemed more embarrassed than me I felt brave enough to say that it was OK and I had looked at it and found it interesting. “At my age it’s just for a bit of excitement,” he said. Then he asked me not to tell his wife. I said I wouldn’t and somehow it made me feel a little naughty sharing a sex secret with another man. Before he left he said he was glad that I had found it worth looking at and that I wasn’t annoyed. When they had gone it wasn’t long before I was laid on the bed with my hand inside my knickers. For the next few days my mind kept thinking about the unusual sex magazine. It had excited me more than just pictures of couples making love would have done. I had never had any desire to look at porn magazines but these had had a strange effect on me. Next time the men came to do the garden I found I was very excited. I wondered if the subject would get mentioned again though I wouldn’t dare ask if he had any more books. When I heard a knock at the door and saw the elder man I invited him in. He apologised again and said that he hoped I wasn’t disgusted with what I had seen. I reassured him that it was fine and that I found it interesting and said that it was the first time I had seen such a thing. He asked if I had looked at all the way through and when I nodded he seemed a little stirred up. He then asked which parts I had found most interesting. Now I was becoming a little embarrassed and told him that I didn’t know spanking caused people sexual pleasure and they actually had books on it. I added that I was surprised the women being spanked liked it so much. I had read the section with reader’s letters and found them also interesting. He told me that lots of people indulged in spanking, and he added pointedly, also in other unusual pastimes to do with sex. Without thinking I blurted out, “Have you ever actually done it – spanked someone?” It was really only a thought and I knew I shouldn’t have said it. “Yes,” he answered calmly, “Many times when I was younger, though not so much now – less opportunities.” His answer made me blush and as I looked down he asked if I would like to see another book, while they worked on the garden. Not daring to speak I couldn’t resist nodding my head. He put down on the table a magazine showing a woman on the front page being smacked on her bare bottom with a riding crop while a man stood at her front with a very big hard penis – about to insert it in her open mouth. I went fiery red and gasped with shock letting out a little yell. The man laughed softly and said, “This one’s a bit stronger than the other one. If you don’t want to look give it back when I leave.” Then he went out and left me stood there stunned. So this nice old man that did our garden was turned on by punishing women by spanking and caning them. He said he used to actually do it so did he do what the men in the pictures did? I imagined him in the pictures, naked, or with his penis in his hand. Did he I wonder get women to put his cock in their mouths or did he fuck them from behind? Did he know women that liked having several men together use her and get her to do dirty things? I was becoming aroused thinking about it – especially the question – did he have fantasies about spanking me? The book was disgusting, even showing something I thought no-one would be allowed to photograph and publish. A man with his cock up a woman’s bottom smacking her while she sucked on another. Whips featured too, and I had never seen cocks so big! On one a woman knelt on all fours with sperm from three men running down her face. And this old man who did our garden had given me this to look at? Over the next three weeks I was given similar magazines and fantasised a great deal. I began to bend over differently as though sticking my bum out for a spanking. I let men have a good look and a couple of times wore skirts shorter than I normally would. The books were having a strange effect on me. I thought of the men spanking me and thinking I was being discrete I found it arousing to bend over while they were in the house and just for a second pretend they were about to spank me. Then one day the old man came in from the garden as he usually did. It was the pattern that he would pop in and leave me the book and they would both come in later for a coffee and then I would return the book as they were leaving. I didn’t know at that stage whether the other man knew or not. This time the man handed me the book and as I was sat at the table he pulled a chair out and joined me. I was a little surprised but said nothing. He told me have a look inside the book and I was nervous reading it in front of him. It was one of the stronger ones and featured more than spanking and whipping. It had lots of anal sex and nearly died when I turned over one page – it showed men peeing. The man smiled at my embarrassment and he asked me if I had seen that before. My voice shook as I answered no. Then he asked me if the books had made me wonder what it would feel like to try some of the things I read about. Reluctantly I said some of them get me thinking. He asked if I would like to give it a go – see what it felt like to be spanked. I said yes – thinking he was asking me the same question – do I wonder about it. Then I realised – he meant do it for real – let him spank me! “Stand up,” he said quietly but firmly. “No – I didn’t know what you meant!” I said but found myself obeying. “It’s OK – No one will know – just try it to see if you like it. Lots of wives do.” Now he came closer and putting his arm around my waist he gently started to rub my breasts. “Do you like the pictures of men – showing how big and hard their cocks are?” I froze and didn’t know what to do. He asked me again and I thought it best to answer him, “Yes.” He asked me if I liked to suck cock and being honest I said I had never done it. He pressed me for more and got me to admit the idea excited me. “Come on,” he said, “Bend over the table and let me give you a little spanking.” I protested but let him bend me over, and then standing behind me he tried to lift my skirt. “No!” I shouted, “Show me without doing that - just over my clothes.” I couldn’t believe I had said that but I stayed bent over the table. His hand squeezed my bottom a little then I felt a slap. It was followed by others, each one harder than the last. He kept telling me I was a naughty girl and then suddenly he gripped me round the waist while standing side on to me and told me to repeat after him that I was naughty. Feeling silly I refused and was about to tell him to stop when he yanked up my dress. I shouted at him and then I felt a really hard slap across my rump which was now only protected by my flimsy panties. He held me in a vice like grip and delivered each slap with precision, first on one cheek then the other. My bottom began to throb and burn as each stinging blow found its mark. I started to sob and cry out but my pleadings were ignored. Then the pain started to be replaced by a warm glow as though an electric fire was pointing straight at my bum. The slaps came regular and stung then the burn would start. I found my yelling had turned into a moan and realised I was becoming quite aroused. I was startled when I heard the man say, “I think you’re ready for my belt across your buttocks!” The tone of his voice wasn’t really threatening and for a minute he did nothing, just stayed still. It dawned on me that he was giving me the chance to call a halt – it was a safety valve. I hadn’t moved though – I remained still with bum pointing in the air. Now we were both still I was more aware of what a sight my panty clad posterior presented to the man. I wondered, was his cock hard and did he want to fuck me? I felt myself starting to get a little damp between the legs at the thought of this elderly man fucking me. Here I was – I hardly knew him and was bent over with my skirt up letting him spank me! When I heard the sound of his belt being removed I shook a little and braced my self – why – I asked silently - did I not stop him? The first blow was straight across both buttocks and made my arse muscles tense. The second came harder then was followed by others, alternating each cheek. Between blows my arse rotated as muscles tensed then relaxed causing my panties to disappear into my bum crack. It must have looked quite lewd and I thought that if it was my husband doing this I would want him to fuck me now. The blows still caused pain, a stinging, but overriding that was a now hot glow that seemed to induce sexual arousal. It grew in intensity and I wanted to scream for the man to touch me! Anywhere would have done – stroke my arse – feel my tits. If he had put his hand inside my panties and tried to get into my vagina I would have let him. I found that the noises coming from my mouth were now sighs and moans of someone sexually aroused. It bothered me not that the man knew – I wanted him to know! It came to an end when the man pulled me up and said, “That’s enough for a first time.” He smiled and pecked me on the cheek making me blush. “That’s both sets of cheeks flushed red,” he joked. I made an effort to resume normality and when the other man appeared and they prepared to leave I found myself saying, “Thank you”. The man smiled and said with a glint in his eye, “Anytime” – the implication wasn’t lost on me. Sex with my husband was great after that and he wondered why. I told him I just felt it time we were a little more adventurous as some marriages go stale. I thought about my little secret a lot and looked forward to the next visit of the men telling myself it was wrong. I was fascinated how pain had turned to pleasure and was beginning to understand what motivated the people in the books. Maybe I’ll just indulge once more then behave myself, I reasoned. I was still a little shocked knowing I had allowed a strange man to lift my skirt and see my knickers – and how I had pushed my bum into the air. When the day came for the garden to be done I was nervous and jittery. Perhaps the man would have forgotten about now and not be interested. I found myself dressing a little more sexy than usual with a tight low cut top and short flared skirt. One that easily could be pulled up, I admitted reluctantly. I told myself it was just by chance I had picked the garments and was still in a sort of self denial until I had to pick out a pair of panties. I was actually choosing on the way they would look if I was bent with my skirt pulled up. Would these be too see through – will these cover my bum? With one pair I shocked myself by thinking – I bet these would get him hard! I admitted I was dressing for a purpose and debated with my conscience should I desist. Giving in to the feelings I told myself to “Cut the crap!” and be honest – I wanted to be spanked again. Why shouldn’t I let the man have a nice view? I chose a pair of tight lace panties that had more holes than cloth and when I pulled them up found they got lost in my creases and cracks. Bending in front of the mirror I thought the view was outrageous and I may as well have been naked. Would I dare let the old man see me like this? I became more and more nervous and jittery as the day went on then just after eleven they arrived. I still felt some embarrassment when I saw the man but his easy nature relaxed me. I looked for a sign he wanted to spank me but only noticed the way he eyed my outfit – the other man seemed uninterested doleful. “Better get on – lots to do,” he said. I wondered if he had lost interest and passed a hint, “I hope you still have time for a coffee and chat?” He said thanks yes but gave nothing away – I was beginning to feel silly and mad deciding I had read too much into it. Just before I intended to see if coffee was wanted it began to rain. “Oh well, he won’t be able to come indoors on his own now. No sexy magazine and no spanking my bum today!” We did the usual, talked, drank coffee – and watched the rain. I caught him admiring my figure and wished I had chosen something even sexier – it was nice to have the attention, even from men of this age. “The rain isn’t going to stop is it?” said the man. I thought he was going to decide to leave and felt disappointed then he placed a magazine on the table. I coloured up when I saw a picture of a big hard penis pressing between the cheeks of a woman’s bottom. “What’s your first name?” asked the man. I realised just how little we knew about each other giving that we shared two naughty secrets. “Jane,” I answered coyly trying to avoid looking at the book. “Well I’m Stan and this is Bill,” he pointed out. I smiled then it turned to horror as he said, “Jane here is interested in some of the things in our magazines – she likes to read them when we come round.” I could have either died of shame or murdered him – it was between us only I thought. He reached out and turned the page. It depicted a filthy scene of a woman knelt on the floor opening her mouth to the streams of pee coming from the men stood over her. The next showed a woman with bum in the air being caned - red weals could be seen across her buttocks. “Jane had a little spanking last time I came, didn’t you?” I gave him a look to kill and he laughed. “It’s OK – don’t be shy – Bill’s alright. It’s going to be a rainy afternoon so we can’t do the garden – do you want to have another go?” I was tongue tied at his question and held my head down. “There’s just us here – if you enjoyed it last time we can have a little fun – I could tell it gave you pleasure.” I was red and embarrassed and when I finally spoke I said nervously, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea – it’s different with two of you here – perhaps not.” They both laughed, “But that makes it better – being chastised in front of others. You did enjoy it last time because I saw how damp you got.” I nearly died at his audacity and covered my face with my hands. “And you can’t deny you expected more today – isn’t that true?” I didn’t answer and he pressed for an answer, “Isn’t it – your dressed differently and I could tell by your manner.” I shyly nodded my head and admitted it – what would they think of me? I looked up at them now but instead of feeling threatened they looked calm. “Anyway, we won’t pressure you – but if you was looking forward to bending over the table and raising your bum while I spank you – well, why what’s a better way to pass on a rainy afternoon.” His words cut through me – that’s what I had just admitted to wanting – letting him lift my skirt and expose my bottom while he spanked it. That, unbelievably, was what I had admitted looking forward to happening – my almost bare arse over the kitchen table. Why was I being dishonest about it – thinking about it was making me slightly aroused and I was peeved that it wasn’t working out. We dropped the subject and talked about something else but it kept popping up again. It was up to me – did it really matter that this other man was here to watch – or would he want to join in? I felt a little thrill and Stan noticed my unease. “Well – I suppose we had better leave soon – unless? His voice tailed off and he reached for the magazine, “I can leave this if you like – there’s some good reading in it. Do you ever wish you could have played with more of those before you married?” His question and holding up of a picture showing a very big cock took me by surprise and I said very loudly,”Oh yes!” The tone of my voice and honesty made us all laugh and as he winked at me Stan said, “Why don’t you be as honest about other things you want?” I looked bashful and nervous when he said, “Come on, Jane – bend over the table.” You could hear a pin drop as I fought with my better judgment and feeling slightly scared and silly – but very excited – I stood and cleared the cups from the table, then, moving chairs out of the way, I stood against the edge and bent forward. The men watched me and stood waiting then when I was bent they moved behind me. My legs felt like jelly and butterflies filled my stomach – they stayed silent and it seemed ages before someone moved. I felt a hand start to lift my skirt and gasped – last time I had forbid it and just had it yanked up without my permission – this time there was no preliminaries. I remembered my choice of panties and was ashamed when I thought they were just intended for Stan’s delight, not for the gaze of both men. I had made it obvious I was not the innocent wife I pretended to be. I felt really exposed as my skirt was raised above my hips and folded over my lower back. “It’s nice of you to dress sexily for us,” said Stan. They could see through me – never mind my knickers. A hand stroked my cheeks then as I breathed in I felt the first slap. My arse jumped and I let out a yell. A pause, then another slap – they came intermittently which raised the tension. When I tensed my bum expecting the slap it didn’t come – then when I relaxed it did. The hand slapping me occasionally stayed in contact with my skin and caressed my bottom. As I involuntarily began to wriggle my arse I found I was assisting the fingers of the hand to touch me in more intimate places. My knickers were again folding into my cracks and I was shocked when the hand touched my vaginal lips. Just how much could they see? As before the slaps became harder, shared between cheeks – then I heard the familiar sound of a belt being taken off. My heart pounded and mouth felt dry and I shook from head to foot. The first stinging blow made me scream and writhe about then blow followed blow, some soft, some hard. My bottom wriggled and squirmed and rose and fell. When my muscles tensed and relaxed of there own accord it felt as if my anus was opening up wider than was possible. A Spanking Good Time “What a lovely sight!” I heard Bill say. Sure enough my arse was animated and almost dancing. The belt came down time after time and the pain became intense. I felt tears pouring down my face and yelped at the blows. Then it started to happen again – a glow – slowly building up until the hotness covered the stinging pain. Now I was moving my arse in a lewd fashion – lewd – that was a good word I thought. The belt fell again across my cheeks and in between I heard the sound of a zip being drawn down – one of them was taking out his cock! The thought of a man wanking to the sight of by bum would normally have made me run but today it aroused me. My arse was a few inches away from a man who was masturbating at the sight of it. As the blows fell so my yells turned into moans of pleasure which I didn’t disguise. Now I felt something else, through the burning and stinging I felt the belt again, playing between my legs. Running from anus under my legs to my clitoris the edge of the belt gently made it self felt. I shouted a “No!” but the obvious pleasure in my voice didn’t make it stop. I could feel the rough leather against my slit and realised I was very wet. When I heard the instruction, “Spread your legs wider,” I simply obeyed. The belt pleasured me and I allowed myself to move gently to its rhythm. Now the spanking and thrashing had stopped I was consumed by the warm glow and a feeling of delightful sexual arousal. I didn’t want it to stop – though I was nervous about what I would be asked to do – I didn’t want them to stop! Fingers now replaced the belt and it was more intimate, more directly sexual. I felt a tingle as for the first time for many years I was allowing another man to touch my private parts. “Do you like this Jane?” I was asked. “Yes I do!” I didn’t see the point of pretending any more. “Can we take off your panties?” “Yes!” My answer made my heart pound and I wondered if I was the same person any more. I felt weird knowing that I was going to be totally exposed to two strange men – wives don’t do this in the afternoon! My legs drew together and when I felt my panties falling to the ground I felt amazingly excited – where was that cock? I screamed when I felt it and Stan asked, “Are you OK Jane?” I shouted “Yeah!” and felt the cock masturbating against the folds of my pussy. “Reach behind you with your left hand Jane.” As I reached behind my hand was guided to take hold of a very stiff dick – I yelped but gladly took hold. Slightly turning my head I saw Bill’s face – I started to masturbate Bill! My moans let them know how much I liked it and at the same time I writhed against the cock at my rear. “Do you want it all Jane?” I heard Stan ask. I was about to be fucked by this sixty year old man – “Please!” I pleaded. “Then spread your legs wider.” When I felt Stan’s cock enter me I was in seventh heaven and eagerly matched his thrusts. To make it easier for us Bill came to the front and I continued to wank him wishing I could reach him with my mouth. I was fascinated with his dick – the width – the smell – a desire to want my tongue to feel the tiny slit at the end. The purple helmet of his knob-end would feel lovely in my mouth. Most of all I enjoyed seeing the seeping liquid slowly oozing from the little hole – this is where the piss comes out, I thought. Stan was older and more experienced than my husband – he knew how to make it last. For a long time we fucked away – just like in the books – and I vowed this wouldn’t be the only time. I was about to orgasm and Stan sensed it. His own climax was about to explode – he began to slap me – my arse jumped and when he shot inside me it was intensified by the stinging pain. I became vocal again and moaned loudly then when Stan withdrew his cock I was free to move – I moved to take Bill’s dick into my mouth. With Stan spanking me I sucked greedily on Bill’s dick until I felt his hot salty sperm hit the back of my throat – I drank it all down. It was a while before we recovered our composure and to my surprise I wasn’t in the least guilty, embarrassed or regretful. In fact we had a coffee, commented on the weather and discussed the garden. Waving goodbye they expected nothing else and promised to return to sort out the garden when the weather was more clement. All was normal and I went about my usual routine. However, I was a different woman – happier, livelier and usually the one to instigate sex with my husband. I masturbated more and relived my adventure with the men. Rather than push it to the back of my mind I looked forward to the chance of doing it again – it was not a guilty secret but a new private indulgence. When the men came again circumstances meant that nothing could happen but it didn’t matter – neither pressure nor pushing, all was friendly and relaxed. A few weeks went by when they called and did the garden and had a chat – either I had visitors or my husband was home. One day the older man, Stan quietly told me, “If you should want us to call round to do other jobs beside the garden, just ‘phone.” The tone of his voice and look in his eye when he emphasised the word “jobs” said it all. “Yes,” I replied, “I think something will need your attention next week.” He nodded and smiled, “Will it need Bill to assist too?” I thought for a short minute, “Yes, please bring him to help you. I will ring the day before to see if it convenient for all of us.” Bill, at fifty five was a sturdy plodding man who looked uninterested in life and probably bored his wife with his hobbies. He wasn’t ugly but was no Michael Douglas either. In other words he was quit ordinary – but the way he was prepared to use his dick on a young middle class housewife caused a fascination. The way he held my head when he squirted his sperm down my throat and the expressionless dark look I caught from him when my arse was spanked made me want him there again. Stan, the nice sixty year old who did gardens and was very good mannered but a secret pervert was equally fascinating. He could have been my father, or even grandfather’s friend. A little old man with a past – how much does his wife know about him, I wondered? What does he do with her, sexually? In any case, both men showed themselves to be very experienced when it came to pleasing women with a certain predilection for unusual sexual pleasures. I wanted to learn from them – hands-on experience as they say. I made the call to Stan late Tuesday afternoon – hope to see him Thursday after eleven am. I made sure distractions, like a visit from mother- would not occur. Husband was well away and the weather being bad kept people indoors – neighbours would not be a nuisance. I dressed nicely, tasteful skirt, not too tight so it could easily be pulled up, and a smart white shirt that displayed a little cleavage with just a few buttons down the front. A sexy bra that lifted my bosom and a carefully chosen pair of those very flimsy panties that look to have been crocheted completed the outfit. Men of their age always like stockings and suspenders so to give them a little visual treat that’s what I wore. Light blue underwear with black stockings didn’t really gel but sexually it was OK. These men were not voyeurs but “doers” I hardly needed to tempt or seduce them now – we all knew why they were coming round. A Spanking Good Time Ch. 02 My visitors arrived on time and before they started on their tasks I offered them a drink. Bill sat silently at the table while Stan seemed to hover about. I soon realised his purpose when he began to stroke my backside as I prepared their drinks. He told me how nice I looked and mentioned my cleavage letting his fingers trace along the edge of my blouse. My bra showed slightly and both men agreed how much more sexy it made it look. I didn’t protest when Bill stood and joined him – now they played with one tit each. “All our friends that share our interest would be quite upset and jealous if they knew we were showing you the delights of spanking - I feel quite guilty about keeping you a secret,” commented Stan. “You actually have a local group – and do you all get together and talk about it?” I was shocked and surprised at his comment. “Yes, of course, we know a few women locally who indulge with us but sometimes we have to hire a willing girl if we want to enjoy our pastime. It’s not very often we meet someone like you.” I was disturbed and asked, “Have you discussed me with them?” “No, of course not – but they would be more nervous of you! They are very careful and wary not to attract any scandal. Have you considered the added excitement of being chastised in front of others?” I was always amazed on how he asked the most intimate questions making them sound quite normal. When I answered no he sighed and thought it a pity saying how much more intense to excitement was and how it’s a chance to try other things. The thought intrigued me and as we talked and sipped our drinks and they played with my tits I found myself getting aroused imagining strangers witnessing me being spanked. “So do these other men live around here?” I asked trying to sound mildly curious. “All very near, yes,” Stan answered. “It would be embarrassing if I found I knew them,” I observed. “Why? You only knew us because we come to do your garden. They would expect the same sort of discretion from you. They wouldn’t want to spoil a good thing and let all the neighbourhood know. They just want to enjoy the experience without any hassle – just like you do.” “You would bring them – I wouldn’t have all sorts of strangers knocking on my door?” “You sound as if you want to try it. No, they would only come by appointment – like we do – you’re the one that decides. If you told us not to come today we would simply not be here – no pressure.” He waited a minute then asked, “Would you like to have someone else here? Try out new experiences in confidence without putting yourself at risk?” Giving what the subject matter was Stan’s sales pitch almost sounded comical. Certain thoughts and ideas intrigued me – memories of reading from their magazines and photographs that caused me to retire to my bedroom to pleasure myself stirred and provoked me. “What would you feel like now if say; three more men were present – watching and becoming aroused – scared or turned on – or both?” Stan’s voice was slow and deliberate. My breathing intensified as I answered, “Both!” “Would you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of exposing your backside and allowing what should be forbidden acts to take place? What a mixture of exciting feelings you would experience!” I wanted Stan to be quiet and give me time to think. He sensed my thoughts and for a while we all stood there, each man gently playing with a nipple. “OK – you can bring someone with you,” I nervously told the man, “If you’re sure you can trust them.” I meant he could bring them on their next visit and was startled when Stan took out his cell-phone and made a call. I thought I would have had the chance to change my mind – it might not look such a good idea in the fullness of time. Protesting in the strongest manner I told them of my fears. “Relax! Why wait? Let’s do it now,” Stan whispered to me. He made the call and told me we would have someone join us shortly. Nervously I rambled on asking questions, “Were they ready and waiting for the call? Are they my neighbours? Had all this been previously arranged? How did he know I was going to agree?” I was so scared and apprehensive the answers didn’t really register. What had I done? Bill stayed silent as his mate spent the next twenty minutes consoling me. I could tell the anticipation was making them become stimulated and being able to wait no longer for his friends Stan whispered, “Bend over the table Jane.” I had no sooner moved to the table’s edge when the doorbell rang. My stomach knotted up as Bill guided the newcomers into the room. Four men, late middle aged except one who was probably just reaching forty. They looked neither friendly nor menacing and eyed me up with a look of trepidation but pleasant approval. They reminded me of a distrusting dog being tempted with a juicy steak. “This is Jane,” announced Stan but no one offered their names in return - “Bend over Jane.” I anxiously obeyed and as though it was a signal to start the men removed their coats and jackets and moved to various positions to take up a vantage point. When Stan lifted my skirt to uncover my dainty underwear and seamed stockings several gasps where audible. A polite comment was made about how sexy and alluring I looked then the first slap made contact with my arse cheeks – they were wasting no time. I yelled and jumped as the second then the third quickly followed on. A tormenting delay ensued and my bum tensed and relaxed in anticipation before a whole series of smacks landed on alternate cheeks. I felt vulnerable and slightly scared with so many men in the house, especially when I saw the guy on my left slowly unzip his fly and place his hand inside his pants! I yelled and squealed as more blows reined across my buttocks then, hearing a shuffle glanced up to find both Stan and Bill standing by the side of me. Another hand stroked my arse – they were making way for someone else to have a turn! More blows, harder blows made me squirm until that familiar burning sensation began to envelope my posterior. When I heard the comment, “What a lovely arse she’s got!” my favourite word “lewd” sprang to mind. I was being a lewd woman letting these men use me for their sexual gratification - I was starting to get aroused. The sound of belts made me shiver a little then I heard Stan’s voice, “Take her knickers off!” Two of the men moved to my rear to watch as my bottom was uncovered and I surprised myself to find that I dutifully moved my legs to assist without being asked. Now I was bent over my kitchen table showing my naked arse to six men – four whose names I didn’t even know and had never spoken a word to. The belt I had heard wasn’t the only one to be removed. With hardly a second separating each slap I was thrashed, first on my right buttock then on my left. The comments told me two men where both busy exercising their arms and wrists. While at first the blows where moderate they suddenly became more intense. I screamed and attempted to straighten up but found myself pinned down by the arms from a man in front of me. It had now taken on a different form – a more menacing form. I began to cry, both in fear and pain and out of the corner of my eye through my tears I saw pairs of trousers being flung onto a chair – the men were getting undressed! The man holding me was relieved of his duty and he stood in front of me while he too divested himself of his lower garments. His semi-hard cock was inches from my face and I saw his hand pull back the foreskin then slowly make the movements of a man masturbating. My eyes darted around to see others and I realised that the louder I screamed and cried out the more excited they became. It changed now and one very hard blow every three or four seconds replaced the constant pounding. Rough fingers had found my clit and as the blows fell I involuntarily moved and wriggled against them. Then something different made contact with my burning arse cheeks - something that carried a sting and caused me to flinch and struggle and scream for mercy. Three more times the implement of torture cut into my tender cheeks. My arse was rotating, rising and sinking in an effort to escape the punishing pain but all was in vain. When a particular hard blow made me cry out and yell I heard a voice firmly instruct me, “Suck it.!” I opened my eyes to find that “it” was a very hard cock being held in front of my face. It became clear that unless I sucked on the said penis I would suffer the consequences and my arse would feel the maximum effect of the lash. I accepted the dick into my mouth and though the blows never stopped it was only when I hesitated did they land with a full force. I was rewarded with my body being freed on the promise that if I was a good obedient girl they wouldn’t restrain me. For several minutes I sucked away and my sobs subsided; now I was being a good girl and held the cock myself. Different fingers busied themselves between my legs and the stinging pain was once again turning into a hot glow. The lash was still applied with moderate force and my bottom still squirmed and rose into the air opening up my anus. By trying to picture what the men could see I was starting to feel damp with the juices of sexual stimulation. I pressed harder against the fingers tickling my clit and my sobbing and crying turned to moans and sighs. Sucking harder I sensed that the man was about to climax – and so did everyone else. I was quickly pulled away and a chair was placed under me – being forcibly sat down my head was turned upward and the cock was again offered to my mouth – they all wanted to watch him ejaculate into my mouth! I was a good girl – I was very accommodating – without being told I willingly opened my mouth and rested my hands on his thighs patiently waiting for his stream of white sticky fluid. I caught the full spurt and to the delight of the men I held out my tongue letting them see how it looked before purposely swallowing it. They muttered with satisfaction as they slowly masturbated to the sight. When the cock was reduced to drips I licked and kissed the end then suddenly it was all change again! I was heaved back onto the table, this time on by back with my legs overhanging the edge. My legs where forced apart and trying to see what was about to happen I looked between my legs to see the younger of the men about to penetrate me. I screeched as I felt him enter me and away he went to commence a very violent and hard fuck. For comfort against the friction of his movements I fastened my legs around his waist and tried to keep the same rhythm. The other men tore open my blouse and pulling up my bra several hands made use of my tits. I waited for the expected cock to be inserted in my mouth – it never came. Curious as to why I looked round but even though each man’s cock waved about in front of my face no one attempted to offer one up for oral sex. I tried to capture one with my lips when they came within reach and even attempted to free my hands from my side to reach for one. I couldn’t though – but I wanted one – I needed one! The fucking caused me to hover on the brink of orgasm but soon it was over with the man shooting his hot spunk inside me. Again I waited for the next man to satisfy himself but it never happened. I felt cheated – why didn’t the rest want me – I cried and moaned looking around and lifted my hips hoping they would take a hint. Fiercely I was dragged from the table and resumed to my familiar position of bending with arse in air. I thought now that they wanted to fuck me from behind and spread my legs for them opening up my cunt. The sharp stinging crack of the whip told me different – they lashed me again – and again. “No!” I screamed – but this time not in pain – but because I wanted cock! After minutes of crying and pleading the sexual glow became amazingly intense and I writhed around moaning like a woman possessed. I knew that in spite of the tears I had a manic smile on my face and made no effort to hide from the men. In my deranged state I reasoned that if they saw how much I wanted to be fucked they would fill every hole. Someone spoke and I found myself being guided from the room and to the staircase. They were going to take me upstairs to bed and fuck me, I thought! I was happy – I laughed out loud and as they pushed me upstairs I grinned and hissed through my teeth, “Yeah!” They could fuck me in any hole they chose! Walked into the bedroom I was still smiling and looked around at all those lovely hard cocks licking my lips. Something was not right – I was pushed and turned on my belly and to my horror my arms were lifted above my head and I felt a metallic clink – I was being manacled to the bed-head! “No!” I screamed as my skirt was hauled up, “Not again, no!” The small whip came down on my arse followed by the slap of a leather belt. Again I yelled and squirmed and cried into the pillow and my bottom rose from the bed when a particularly fierce blow made contact. The pain changed – it still hurt but the stinging became mixed with a more intense pleasurable feeling. Not like before – this was different – this was the true pleasure of pain. A hand forced its way under my tummy and lifted me so I was on my knees with my head buried into the pillow. Soft fingers played with my anus and something wet and greasy was spread along my crack. The greasy fingers gently pushed at my hole and I screamed as two tried to invade my body. “Relax!” I heard someone say and when I yelled again the whip and belt came down hard. The shock of the blows made me tense more but then the opposite happens – for a split second it causes one to relax totally. When that happened the fingers went in deeper. By now I was really sobbing and it was as though they were waiting for me to get used to the intruding digits. After a while I began to control my reflex actions and eased my discomfort by spreading my legs wider. “She’s ready!” a voice announced and the fingers were withdrawn. What was I ready for, I pondered? Something else poked at my hole – a penis traced its way down my bum crack – I was about to be arse fucked! I let out a long wail as my hole was opened up and my anus felt like it was about to tear apart. The unknown man pushed harder and finally I was well and truly penetrated. The movements started gently then became more urgent – my muscles tightened round his dick and I felt very full. Trying to force myself to relax I cried into the pillow and wished for the pain of the whip to take my mind off my arsehole. It wasn’t long before I felt a gush of hot liquid in my intestine and the man withdrew. A nice feeling took over as they bathed and soothed my posterior. My arse stopped jumping and I lay still, now I wanted to grind my cunt into the mattress. When the men sensed a change in me they stopped – more torment, I thought – but no, now they unfastened me from the manacles and turning me around I felt hands stripping off my clothes. Left in only stockings my hands were once again fastened to the bedpost – but now I could see what was happening. The whip turned out to be smaller than a riding crop with several strands of thin leather about eighteen inches long. I watched it being waved into the air but its next unexpected meeting with my flesh caused me to scream. It had come down between my legs – along the crack of my pussy. I received more but softer lashes and felt the blood swelling my vaginal lips. It felt hot, burning like my arse and I closed my eyes not wanting to see the men’s faces. Why didn’t they just fuck me? I felt a tickle, a tormenting tickle along my cunt. With legs spread wide the implement had no difficulty finding my clitoris. My eyes opened to see – a feather – I laughed with amazement – though it was the laugh of a half crazed woman. For several minutes my cunt was tortured by the stinging snap of the whip then the light touch of the tickling feather. It became impossible to distinguish between pain and pleasure. My clit swelled and I wanted relief – the relief a penis could bring. I found myself calmer but yet more tormented and gazed around at the still erect cocks. With a manic smile on my face and lifting my groin I begged, softly at first then louder, more demanding, “Fuck me! Please – fuck me!” The feather was still doing its work and my hips bucked as I demanded angrily, “Fuck me!” A hand touched my crotch and I yelled when it pressed against the tender and swollen inflamed skin. They began to release me and I kept still, only moving when I was told – I was being a good girl. My arms now at my side I was allowed a minutes rest then a man climbed over me. His dick was plunged into me without ceremony and he rested on his elbows. My cunt smarted and stung when he began to fuck then an incredible feeling rushed through my body. I grinned and laughed and wrapped my legs round his waist and for the next few minutes the bed bounced like it had never bounced before. Quickly he was replaced by another man and more of the same followed. Others couldn’t wait for my cunt and made use of my mouth. I couldn’t get enough – I wanted six more men – but at the end all present were satisfied. I had an orgasm with the first man but instead of loosing the urge I craved more and climax followed climax. My sore cunt and arse, words I wouldn’t have normally used, seemed to intensify my pleasure. I lay for a while dirty and sticky and the men went downstairs to dress. Eventually I followed and felt peeved that they had neither thanked me nor even gave me their names. I stood with a cover wrapped around me and when the last two were leaving one of them pulled me down in a chair and took out his dick. He had regained his sexual urges and pointed his weapon at my mouth. I shouldn’t have but I did – I opened up and sucked him to climax. With sperm dripping down my chin he looked down and said goodbye – and hoped we might meet again. Stan and Bill were the last to leave after they checked I was OK. Well physically I was but my mental state was another matter. Stan told me to ring him if I needed to talk and Bill gave me a jar of ointment and kissed me tenderly on my cheek. “Have a good soak in the bath,” he suggested. It was almost surreal when I stood at the door with only a bedcover round me and waved goodbye to these apparently nice old men! Given what we had just done how could we all act so normal? My concern now was to make sure my husband didn’t find anything out of place and make sure he didn’t see me my bottom for a while! Red weals and angry looking blotches would be hard to explain. My mind was in a whirl for many days after and as winter was coming on Stan and Bill weren’t making frequent visits to do the garden. It took a while to get my head round the events but I had no regrets – just a fascination about how pain could turn into an amazing sexually pleasurable experience. Now I was beginning to understand the people from the magazines – I knew now why something always seemed to be missing with my sex life. I needed more than intercourse and gentle tender loving was not for me. My mind needed time – and so did my bottom! My husband benefited by my new enthusiasm for sex and for a few weeks life went happily on – then I began to feel restless. My husband was about to go away and wanted me to accompany him – I felt I was missing a chance. Without upsetting him I told him I wasn’t really keen on the other wives from his company and as there were other men going alone he would be able to play golf and drink with the boys without having to worry about me – he would be a free man for a week. When he thought about it the idea appealed to him – and probably he had thoughts of misbehaving if he got the chance. I wouldn’t have minded if he did but I didn’t tell him that! A Spanking Good Time Ch. 02 When the time drew near I made a call to Stan. “I have something that needs taking care of – could you call round and we’ll talk about it?” Stan visited the following day and I outlined my intentions. Would he be interested in spending an evening at my house – with some of his friends? He nodded and said a little discrete group would happily be entertained at my house – a little party. My plan was this – I told my husband I would invite several of my friends from my classes and the gym for a drinks party. Not our closer friends because they would want to stay all night. That way a genuine party would take place and people would back up my story. Neighbours would see people arrive and nothing would be untoward. Except that the real party would end fairly early –and other guests would take their place – for a party of a different sort. There was something exciting about having the house to myself and being able to have men round at night. I didn’t need to worry about time and unlike the afternoon I could drink and needn’t worry about when my husband was coming home. When I was spent I could simply go to bed and have lots of time the following day to get straight – maybe I would ask a man to spend the night with me – probably Stan – then again, Bill’s cock was something else! I was really looking forward to it. All went to plan and fifteen of my acquaintances attended my party. I laid on a nice buffet - plenty to drink and a good time was had by all. When people started to leave I began to feel excited and nervous. My husband rang and I handed the ‘phone to a couple of girls to say hello – he was sure now my party was genuine and if neighbours should mention the comings and goings it made it legitimate. Patiently I waited for the last ones to leave and then made a quick call – to tell Stan it was all clear. Those butterflies filled my stomach again and I poured another stiff drink. The scene was set and I could take as much time as I liked – providing of course the men hadn’t to rush home to their wives too early. Nice respectable elderly men enjoying a little fun in their retirement – just in way of a change from tending their roses or playing bowls – the thought made me feel very safe and relaxed. A Spanking Good Time Ch. 03 It wasn't long before the doorbell rang and my secret visitors entered the house accompanied by Stan and Bill. There were five others and none of them had much to say when Stan went through the introductions. I was becoming more and more nervous and felt the lustful penetrating eyes of the men burning into me. Going through the motions a hostess usually carries out I offered and poured drinks for my guests. I wasn't prepared for the sudden change of manner, or the aggression that went with it. Hands came round me from behind and held my breasts. I was in the middle of the room and was turned to be displayed like the star of a sex show. I heard the unzipping of trousers as some men already felt the need to release their penises from the constraints of their clothing. With glass and bottle still in my hands I felt helpless as fingers popped open the buttons of my dress. A man stood and walking in front of me raised my clothing and holding my apparel bunched in one hand he rubbed between my legs along the crack of my vagina. For a long two minutes this carried on in silence and I found my own gaze couldn't keep from focusing on the stiff pricks being masturbated in front of me. I was beginning to feel very scared but aroused by the bizarre and unusual manner of this group of sinister looking elderly men. The doorbell rang again and to my horror and surprise in walked two more men, younger men, big jet black men. My heart thumped when they grinned at the sight of me being made to show my underwear. The realisation that they were here to fuck me made me let out a muffled shriek. These men had come knowing I was prepared to be spanked and chastised with a whip – what else, and how much did they intend to test my sexual excesses? Letting a few old men indulge their fetish of spanking my bum was quite different to what this group seemed to want. Somehow the presence of these younger men put things in a different light. The bottle and glass were taken from my hand and still with silent and slow movements I felt my panties being peeled down my legs. I began to whimper quietly which caused some of the men to smile in a smug and evil way. Glancing at the two black men I noticed bulges appear in the front of their pants as they watched my underwear fall to uncover my sex organs. My bra was lifted above my breasts and the top of my dress was pulled down to trap my arms. My attention was drawn back to the man in front of me as I realised that now he had removed his lower garments and was holding his erect penis against my slit. There was going to be no build up or any form of erotic foreplay – I was right away and without further ado going to be fucked! In his penis went and though I gritted my teeth expecting discomfort I realised with surprise how wet I was – the organ slid in and filled me completely. Now the man behind moved away and without warning I heard the first crack. The sound of the whip reached my ears before a split second later a searing stinging pain burned across my buttocks. I yelled as another stroke found its mark and made my body rise and fall while being held impaled on the other man's very stiff penis. The crowd was delighted as I managed through the tears and screams to see their increased hand action on their cocks and leering smiles cover their faces. The gentle build up of spanking and gradual arousal that I had known before and had expected this time was not to be – this was real sadism. Time again the lash landed across my raw buttocks and each time it made contact I bucked against the cock in my vagina. For a time I was lost in my tears and pain until suddenly I became aware that I was writhing against the intruding penis more often than the whip was cracking against my bottom. The man was merely stood still holding me – it was I who was doing all the movements. Looking me straight in the eye I saw the man smile as though he was more aware than I just how much I was aroused. Without thinking I let out a strange laugh like I was telling myself that really I was enjoying this and wanted more. My bottom burned and throbbed and then the lash was replaced by the flat of the hand of the man holding me. I knew he wanted me to fuck harder and with a manic smile I obliged him moving my hips to his slaps. So sore was my bottom that what would normally have been a gentle slap was intensified ten fold. Now I didn't mind my audience, now I wanted to please them. I felt my own passion rising and tried desperately to hold back from orgasm. It was no use, some men laughed as they knew what was happening to me, I couldn't hold back. When the man shot his load inside me I too burst into a screaming climax. Now I was allowed to fall and lie along the length of the couch. My thoughts ran riot – it was all too soon – why had they brought me to those dizzy heights so quickly? I wanted more – I saw through half closed eyes all the other stiff cocks and wondered just what the point of the other men being there was? What had happened to that talent Stan and Bill had for prolonging and sexually teasing me until I willingly took their penis in mouth or cunt? Lying still I felt my legs being gently spread, then felt a tickle around my wet slit. It happened again and I wriggled then tried to close my thighs. Hands prevented me and the tickling sensation became more intense making me writhe more. I tried to raise myself but found to my shock that I was pushed back down and forcibly held by my arms. I had caught a glimpse of the tickling implement – a large feather, gently teasing my cunt. First it was teasingly run from my anus to that little place that hides my clitoris then back again. I writhed as I waited for its next journey but when it came unexpectedly – or didn't come at all – the torture was just as bad as the whip. The men delighted in watching my pussy open and close as I wriggled and rose then lowered my hips. The torment became unbearable and I moaned loudly and begged for mercy. I felt fingers part my labia then the little folds covering my button – the feather touched the sensitive but small protruding piece of flesh that makes a woman unique – that little area that is there purely for sexual pleasure. Once again a strange response overcame me – in spite of the torture and anguish I began to feel incredibly aroused. I delighted in seeing the reactions of the men as they followed every movement of my squirming body. I wanted to scream out and beg – beg for cock – my cunt ached to be filled and fucked. Still the feather worked on my clit then my arse making me moan and squeal. Finally I gave in and begged – it didn't sound like my own voice – it sounded deranged and insane – I asked to be fucked – I begged for a cock inside me. Opening my eyes I saw a thin short leather strap – it was poised in the air between my thighs. The moment I figured out its purpose coincided with its first contact on my cunt lips. It wasn't a hard or vicious blow but the tenderness of my swollen blood filled pussy made me gasp for breath. Quickly my dress was yanked over my head and once more my arms were restrained. As the thin strap punished my cunt the feather was brought to play on my nipples, stroking slowly from one breast to the other. When I felt my legs being lifted high into the air I was past caring what was going to happen. I was still begging for cock and ignored the implication of something cold and greasy being smeared on my bum-hole. My arse was whipped again but now I didn't care as the burning crossed that narrow dividing line between pain and pleasure. When the unknown penis began to push and coax its way into my arse I had a moment of sanity and thought how easy and relatively painlessly it entered my forbidden hole. Of course the pain was there – but I now knew very little difference between feelings of torment and ecstasy. I was being fucked in my arse and enjoying it – I was indulging and experiencing yet another fetish from those magazines. I took in the sight of me lying on my back with legs raised and spread wide in the air while a cock was busy fucking my arse. The fact that a whole gang of men were quietly watching made it all the more sexually wanton. When a penis was offered to my mouth I almost laughed with delight and opened wide to suck on it. Through the gaps of bodies something else had caught my eye – the naked forms of the two black men – their magnificent huge and glossy penises standing proud – and, eventually, it would be my job to pleasure them! The delights of spanking had moved on to other things – I knew that these men were here to sample the pleasures of the other fetishes I had read about. I also knew that I was quite willing to let them use me for whatever sexual kinks they chose to indulge in – and that I would probably gain as much pleasure from it as they did! With a cock in my arse and one in my mouth I ached to feel another in my cunt – so I asked for one. How they managed to manipulate their bodies around me I neither know nor care – but I purred like a cat when I felt my hole being filled with a very thick and hard penis. Now I had all three holes filled someone found a use for my spare hand – it was made to close round a hot cock and eagerly I pulled on it wanting to feel its sticky liquid when it erupted. I had a thirst – but not for water. After several minutes of delightfully forbidden lust each man reached his climax. Who was first or last I cared not but remember the feel and taste of salty white jism hit the back of my throat. Slowly they withdrew their weapons and I was pulled to my feet only to be guided down to the floor again in front of one of the black men. For a minute I was allowed to caress and admire the length and girth of his magnificent cock and cup his ball bag weighing it carefully in the palm of my hand. Drawing back the foreskin I licked and sucked on the helmet and teased the pee-hole with my tongue. My bottom was raised and knees spread, once again I felt the pressure of a male sex spear push forward to penetrate my anus. An audible crack rang out as the flat of a hand slapped my arse cheeks and caused my posterior to rise and fall. Slap followed slap until a warm feeling enveloped both rear cheeks then suddenly I was entered. I cried out in pain but quickly learned to relax and accept the intrusion. While I sucked and played with the black specimen I was furiously arse fucked while intermittently a punishing hand landed a slap randomly on my derrière. Maybe it was two or maybe three cocks that shot their sperm into my arse. My mind was telling me I wanted the black dicks to do the work. Then I was lifted up and taking in the scene before me I saw the second black man sitting on the edge of a seat with penis stiff and pointing to the ceiling. I was positioned over him – straddling him facing forward – then while my arse cheeks were parted I was slowly lowered to be impaled on his black tree trunk. I moaned scared that my hole would not take such a thick and long appendage – I knew it was going to go into my arse. I let out a scream as I felt the lance push into my intestines and I was gently bounced. My attempts of trying to protest were instantly muffled when the black twin of the invader was pushed into my mouth. Now I had got what I had wished for- - both black dicks. Like pistons they thrust back and forth and I hung on to the big black man's hips for balance. From the corner of my eye I saw the pleasure my audience was deriving from my lewd sex acts and noticed both Stan and Bill smiling whilst naked they pulled on their cocks. The sight of my friends made me think of the magazines that had started all this off and the filthy pictures that had made me wonder what it would be like to experience such depravity. Would tonight be my chance to taste more of the perverse sexual practises that until recently I had never even known existed? When my bottom was filled with the hot spunk of the sitting man I was made to kneel down on my knees. For the first time I became aware that it was not my own carpet that I was knelt on but a rubber sheet! My heart pounded when I realised what was expected of me next – it could only be for one thing – I knew from the books! Conscious that the man who had just ejaculated in my arse was now standing next to me I was told to finish off the man fucking my mouth. Full of apprehension I obeyed sucking and licking hard on his dick but frightened of what was coming after. Without warning he spurted forth and I marvelled at the contrast between the black of his skin and the white of his sperm. Slowly I licked the shaft after swallowing the contents of my mouth and felt the other man step nearer lifting his now semi flaccid dick toward my face. As they both dangled their penises in front of me I watched them loose the rigidity that had allowed them to pierce my orifices. I was told to lick each one – the taste and smell of my own bodily fluids invaded my senses. I waited with a racing pulse for the intended deed and worried whether or not I dared or wanted to participate. Then eventually it came, first dripping on to my tongue then with increased flow in short spurts. I tasted the acrid and bitter flavour of the golden shower that was about to soak my body and fill my mouth. Fill my mouth because in spite of my forebodings I was knelt with jaw agape waiting to catch the flow of piss from these two black strangers. Closing my throat I let my mouth fill up then let the pee spill over running down my body and over my tits. For the pleasure of the masturbating men the performers controlled their streaming fluids prolonging the enjoyment of the perverted act. Without being instructed I found myself holding the cocks and adjusting the turn of my head to catch the flow of first one stream then the other. The revulsion of where the cock of the man on my left had been disappeared and I willingly, to the men's delight took it into my mouth and drank his piss. For an unusually long time this event went on until both bladders of these men became empty. Still I licked and sucked greedily at the flaccid members until my audience bored with observing and wanting relief lifted me once more and draped me forward over the arm of a chair. Some cocks fucked my arse while others entered my cunt and to finish off I was laid across a man whose cock filled my pussy while another struggled to position himself to enter my anus. Doubly entered like this it was decided to imitate pictures from porn books and another offered his penis to my mouth. The laughed as my hands were made to hold and masturbate even two more dicks and I happily obliged. The sexual arousal now that my cunt was filled with cock instead of my arse or mouth made me buck furiously in an attempt to reach my own orgasm. This, I decided was just what I needed – to be fucked properly – as many times as they liked. On and on it went – with short rests to drink and recover – they continually took turns to fuck me. For short periods I was allowed to rest with them and quench my thirst with a drink. The occasional visit to the bathroom didn't always give me privacy as two of the men particularly wanted to enjoy the reverse of what they had witnessed earlier and sank before me while I peed on them. One delighted in sucking the liquid from my cunt and cupping his mouth to drink my urine. Once I felt an amazing sense of wicked power as I held his head to my crotch and let the full force of piss splash on his face and into his mouth. Now it was my turn to tell him to swallow – and was amazed on the intensity of my resulting orgasm. Others took me with them to sit on the basin while they emptied their bladders on me. If they had erections I would willingly suck them off enabling them to relax enough to piss. When the night was nearly over and people showered before leaving others raided the kitchen for snacks and suddenly I was transformed back into hostess. Having myself washed with two men I had thrown on a dress and was returning to normality – but not all appetites had been satisfied. While my guests ate their refreshments and relaxed the black men returned from the shower – naked and glistening – with cocks erect. Now, back in the real world I felt both fascination and excitement at this unexpected sight. Without words I submissively let each in turn lift my dress and standing against the kitchen worktop I watched with an intense sexual pleasure their cocks slip in and out of me as they subjected me to two very slow but powerful fucks. The others quietly observed as they ate and drank which somehow made it all the more erotic. I was lifted onto the worktop surface and in comfort and with a smile on my face experienced what was probably the most intense and enjoyable but slowest, two fucks I was ever going to have. The night ended in a strange way, Stan and Bill stayed behind to bring the house back to normal and clear up after our orgy. Now it was well into the early hours and exhausted I wanted my bed. When Stan followed me into the bedroom and insisted on staying I hadn't the energy to argue. He wanted to spend the night sleeping with me and I had no reason to object. So incredibly I snuggled up naked to this man old enough to be my father and felt his cock press against my tummy. I hadn't given thought to Bill who then to my surprise slipped into bed sandwiching me in the middle. They didn't pester me for more sex and gratefully I succumbed to my tiredness and slipped into a deep sleep. In the morning after checking the house didn't give away any secrets I made breakfast for three and before leaving both men enjoyed the pleasure of my mouth around their cocks. Nowadays I always look forward to my husbands business trips – I always find plenty things to occupy my mind!