4 comments/ 33037 views/ 14 favorites The Bikini Try-Out By: Bridlington It was early afternoon in July and the sun was beating down. This was the fourth day of our south of France holiday and I was lying face down on a lounger reading a book that was precariously balanced on a stack of cushions laid on the grass. I sat up to take a sip of wine and to examine my holiday companions. My husband James lay face down on a lounger beside me giving every appearance of being in a deep sleep. He was wearing a pair of white football shorts with the silky fabric rucked up to the very edge of his small bottom. He was well over six feet tall and his ankles hung over the end of his bed. He might not have had a classic he-man profile but a closer examination would reveal that his slim body was more than adequately muscled. There was not a spare pound on him anywhere, much of which was probably due to his genes, however the fact that he swam and ran and cycled and climbed hills or went rock climbing in every free moment also contributed to his shape and to the strength and stamina lying hidden just beneath the sinewy surface. Cliché or not, he really was tall and dark and handsome and, as I took in every inch of his lightly tanned frame, some very lustful thoughts were running through my mind and setting off numerous stirring sensations deep in the pit of my stomach. I often passed the time when I was sunbathing by imagining various scenarios, all of which featured yours truly being humped from every angle by a variety of men, some of whom really existed, whilst the imaginary ones were incredibly handsome or energetic or well hung. At this current imaginary moment I was naked on a brass bedstead and the young man from work who sorted the post and refilled the photocopiers was plunging his enormous purple cock inside me whilst I howled like a dog for the third or fourth time that evening. In real life these rabid thoughts were making my pussy ache with desire and, time and time again, I surreptitiously stroked myself whilst pretending that I was adjusting my bikini. James and I had had real sex several times in the few days since we had arrived and I wondered if I could give him a sly nudge that he would immediately recognise as an invitation for another round so that, with his expert assistance, I could temporarily bury these burning thoughts far inside me. On the opposite side of the pool James's long time best friend, the impossibly handsome Jeff, was laid on his back on a weightlifting bench, pumping iron under the shade of a canvas gazebo. In contract to James, he was perfectly proportioned and his rich tan covered his entire body. I knew this because he was stark naked and I watched his ample penis move from side to side as he strained to lift the enormous load. It was a fascinating sight and I amused myself by imagining what it might look like fully erect and what it would feel like if it was slamming painfully and repeatedly inside me. It could never be, so I reluctantly pushed the thought aside and turned my attention to his French wife Danielle who lay on her stomach on a lounger not far from me. She was just as stunning as her husband and was similarly stark naked but she'd had the decency to stuff a scrap of cloth between her legs so that we were not in the uncomfortable position of staring up her chuff-box. Compared to our hosts I was positively overdressed in my jade green bikini bottoms. We had been warned that this was how Jeff and Danielle carried on when they were on their own property. Some other mutual friends of ours had stayed here last summer and had reported on the proceedings so their nakedness was not a surprise. I had fleetingly seen Jeff naked in the past and I had secretly been looking forward to renewing the experience, I loved to sunbathe in the buff myself and James and I had discussed whether or not we should do so once we arrived at the villa. I was in favour but James was not, so, for the moment, we had maintained a common front. I was not sure why James was so reluctant, we had abandoned all inhibitions on remote nudist beaches on several earlier occasions and neither of us had bodies to be ashamed of. Jeff had been our best man five years previously and now he lived with Danielle in Mont Boron, a suburb overlooking the Bay of Angels in the Rivieran resort of Nice. We had not seen him for over twelve months but every time we met it seemed that he was infinitely more successful than the previous occasion. With each rise in his chequered fortunes his hairstyle and clothing grew ever more flamboyant and if you were asked to guess his occupation you might guess that he was a designer or someone in the music or film industry. I had first met Jeff after I began dating James when I was in my early twenties. James and I had met in my final year at university and he frequently took me back to his home town in Northern England where we socialised with his old school friends and their partners. Jeff was his best friend and was undoubtedly the sexiest man I had ever met. I was not alone in this opinion because he had been legendary in his home town for his numerous girlfriends and his insatiable bed-hopping. He was over six foot tall with wide shoulders, blue eyes, perfect white teeth and a blond mane of long hair which he brushed back and flicked around at frequent intervals. He was a working class boy brought up on a small town council estate but his good looks and intelligence and his street-fighter energy had helped him break free from his background. When I first met him he was a business studies graduate working for a bank in Manchester during the week and manning an estate agency at the weekend. Eventually Manchester could not contain him and, in his mid-twenties, he moved to London and his connections secured him a career as a futures trader for several years. He started his own business ostensibly as a middle man matching lenders with borrowers and on his frequent visits home he gave every indication that he was doing particularly well. He was also earning considerable rental income from several expensive properties although James had never been able to get a straight answer from him as to how these properties had been funded. Some years later we were aghast to hear that he and a number of his business acquaintances had been charged with mortgage fraud and money laundering and the only thing that saved Jeff from jail was a considerable sum of money expended on his legal team. It was two years before the charges were eventually withdrawn and Jeff decided not to push his luck any further and he moved to France where he looked up an old girlfriend who was as beautiful as he was handsome. They moved into an apartment in Paris together whilst the storm subsided and Jeff had let it be known that he was down but not out. In fact he was using the time to dispose of various properties and to move his wealth from one bank account to another. In time he bought this beautiful villa in the hills and settled down to a life of luxury and internet speculation high above the French Riviera. We were here because of Jeff's insistence that we visit him. He missed the life he had left behind and he frequently invited his friends over to re-live the memories of their laddish circle, their riotous weekends and drunken away-days watching the local football team and brawling in seaside night clubs. James had eventually grown out of it but Jeff the exile didn't and he never tired of talking about the old days and the crazy incidents that peppered their late teens and early twenties. Danielle had first dated Jeff in London when she was a drama student. Now she was a model, neither famous nor edgy but no less stunning in spite of that, doing routine work for fashion houses and catalogues. She did catwalk shows which were generally attended by buyers and fashion writers rather than celebrities. She did location shots which rarely involved travelling because the south of France could pass for numerous parts of the world and she had her own studio in town for her more mundane assignments. She took me there one morning and I watched with interest as she and her assistant, a hairdresser cum make-up artist, worked their way through the boxes of garments that arrived by courier. She put them on, a photographer took photo after photo and then the garments went back in the box and the photographer went to work with the raw images. She was tall and perfectly proportioned with blue eyes and choppy bob-cut hair the colour of straw. She attended exercise classes or swam almost every day of the week and I never saw her finish a meal. It wasn't just vanity, her career rested solely on her face and figure, added to which was her full knowledge of Jeff's wandering eye, although I had to admit that I had never seen Jeff as enamoured with a girl as much as he was with Danielle. She rose from her sunbed to pour a drink and I found that I couldn't take my eyes from her naked body despite the more obvious attractions of Jeff's substantial cock and powerful build. Her muff was totally clean shaven leaving the opening to her sex in full view of all who cared to look. Her ample breasts had absolute poise without a hint of droop and her bottom was as smooth and rounded as a child's. Her stomach was mirror flat and her olive skin totally free of imperfections and, if that wasn't enough, she walked and swam gracefully and spoke English with a sexy French accent that made her male listeners curl up with desire. I had no hesitation in going topless around a crowded swimming pool or along a beach shore but I was still in a lower league to Danielle. I was more than content with my own body, I had a flat stomach, I weighed less than eight and a half stone and I could attract admiring glances from most men but no amount of dieting or exercise could have given me a profile like Danielle's. James would argue otherwise but, if I was to be critical, my breasts were too small, my ass too big and my legs too muscly from years of hockey and netball and tennis. Her eyes met mine every time I glanced at her and I was always the first to look away. I couldn't decide if she was determined not to be embarrassed about her nakedness or whether she was issuing some kind of challenge. One afternoon she had warned me of the danger of the midday sun and had offered to apply lotion to my back and legs. She did a thorough job on my back and shoulders but I was quite surprised when her hands lingered on the sides of my breasts. Seconds later her fingertips had probed the inside of my thighs causing me to tense but the involuntarily flush of warmth in my groin had opened my legs as if by remote control. Danielle worked the lotion in and around the hem of my bikini bottoms and I struggled to resist grinding my groin into the mattress as inexplicable waves of desire erupted from within me. "I don't know why you bother with these, she had said, no one can see you here except Jeff and he will look once and then it will be over and done with. You too James, she admonished, let yourself go, you ridiculous English person". James had replied with some quip to the effect that Danielle was not ready to see what he had tucked in his shorts but she had simply said "pffft" at him in a uniquely French way and Jeff had joined in to imply that James was keeping his shorts firmly on because he was quite obviously worried about the comparison. I loyally defended James by reminding Jeff that I had seen both cocks and it would be a close result. Danielle dared them to get their penises out and lay them side by side on the patio table and she and I would judge who had the biggest. As expected, my cool, reserved (and medium hung) husband refused to take the bait. "I can wait" said Danielle, "any day soon your shorts will be coming down" On most days, Jeff and James would drive into town, allegedly to buy groceries, but in reality to do a tour of the beachfront bars. Once they had departed Danielle moved onto James' lounger and opened a conversation with the words "so James has a big penis then? I was initially stunned by the question but I told her that it was adequate which was the absolute truth. She persisted by asking if it was long and slim like his build and I laughed and said that it touched every side. She seemed pleased with the answer and said we would have to get him drunk enough to drop his shorts and give his little white bottom a touch of the sun. She asked my opinion of whether a big penis on its own was sufficient for good sex or could a man with a small penis compensate in other ways? She said it naturally without a hint of embarrassment, as if she was asking for advice on buying a new handbag. To my surprise I managed to give a lucid reply and I related a tale from my university days of a one night stand with a rugby player known as the Bull who had a penis, known as the bullwhip, which was legendary on the campus. He was only five foot eight tall but he was almost that wide and had a fearsome reputation for violence on the rugby pitch which accounted for his battered and lopsided face. A farmer's son, he was a law student and captain of the first eleven and he was loved and feared in equal measures by every member of the team for his scathing wit and his abilities in a brawl. He never had a girlfriend that I was aware of so he reserved his most scathing (but funny) comments for his team member's girlfriends, of which I was one, so I took great care to ensure that I never found myself as the butt of his jokes. I generally avoided his company and restricted any conversation with him to the bare minimum. Late one Saturday evening, in our first year, as the clubs were emptying he walked a fellow student home. She was drunk and was just getting over being dumped by her boyfriend. She invited him in, one thing led to another and the Bull showed her his ten inch cock. She pounced and he fucked her from one end of her flat to the other for the next two hours. The following day she could barely walk but she related her amazing experience to a few shocked friends. The legend of the bullwhip was born. In no time at all, a host of pretty girls who would not have been seen dead talking to the Bull in daylight were scheming as to how they could experience this monster just once. It became a university rite of passage for the football and rugby groupies and the Bull's reputation spread throughout the colleges. He was totally discreet because he knew he was not pin-up material so he never discussed his conquests for fear that the queue might dry up. The usual arrangement was that the Bull would linger by the cloakroom or by the hot dog stand or some other pre-arranged spot, his victim would approach at the last minute and he would discretely usher her into a cab and treat her to the stretching of a lifetime. One Saturday night I was partly drunk and in between boyfriends so I had tried it once out of curiosity. The magic password was "do you want to share a cab home" and with a knowing glance the Bull had said that he would wait for me outside a late night kebab shop. We went back to his flat where we kissed and undressed in silence with little attempt at foreplay. His cock was a sight to behold, longer than both my palms and so fat that one hand could not encircle it. He was as strong as an ox and at one point he held me upside down with his massive arms gripped around the small of my back and my thighs resting on his shoulders. I sucked and licked and pulled on his cock as his tongue lapped frantically along my slit and in my hole whilst at the same time I was fighting a separate battle, trying to stop his organ going down my throat. Within minutes I could feel my orgasm forming and I urged him on using the crudest of language but he was on the verge of coming himself so, without warning, he changed his grip on me and carried me to the sofa. He bent me face down over the arm, opened my legs to their full extent and one by one he inserted his four fingers deep inside me in a vain attempt to ease the entry of his engorged cock. He had used liberal applications of lube and had entered me gradually but his brutal thrustings had almost split me in two and it was impossible to suppress my shrieks of pure shock. He also delivered several truly stinging slaps to my bottom which had brought tears to my eyes but I manically urged him on and he had literally thrown me around the room as he screwed me in half a dozen different ways, only pausing between each position to delay his ejaculation. He had picked me up from the bed as if I was a rag doll and, standing in the middle of the bedroom floor, raised my ankles to his shoulders whilst I wrapped my arms around his neck as he effortlessly bounced me up and down on his cock. I was in a complete daze from the pain, the alcohol, the exertion and the pure euphoria. It hurt like hell but it was absolute heaven. Twenty minutes of his ferocious repertoire had passed before he laid me on my back on the creaky dining table. With my feet pointed to the ceiling and my legs pinned to his chest he had slammed into me repeatedly. It was not unlike riding on the rickety Grand National roller coaster at Blackpool, I wanted to play with my clitoris but I could do no more than hang on to the sides of the table with whitened knuckles and shaking teeth. I was bruised and sore and slapped all over and I now knew why the table was so wobbly, if every one of his conquests had to endure this it was a wonder that the legs were still attached. I had almost reached the point where I could not take any more when he finally pushed himself fully inside me and shot his warm load up my chuff box. He stood over me, gasping and heaving, whilst his cock pulsed and twitched inside me and when he finally withdrew he led me to his bed where we lay exhausted and sweaty until we gathered our breath. He asked me why I had never spoken to him before and I let him know in very plain terms how unapproachable he appeared to be. He took it well and before I knew it we were laughing and joking as I reminded him of a few incidents where he had said or done something to upset or alarm one or other of the girls that hung around with the rugby crowd. Eventually he had me laughing at his farming and rugby tales and I realised he wasn't quite the inconsiderate brute that he pretended to be in the common room bar. He complimented me on my tits and on my suntan and stroked my butt as he pulled me close to him. We swapped stories of how we had decided on this university and, much later, he gently pushed my head in the direction of his limp cock and I licked and sucked and pulled on his meat until his massive erection returned. Painful as the first penetration had been, it had not been so bad as to dissuade me from letting him mount me again. I buried my face into the pillow whilst he trickled lube over his cock and drove into me from behind. This time a slower pace and my own massaging of my clitoris meant that I managed a decent orgasm although I still couldn't be sure that the Bull cared one way or another whether his victims came or not. It was another ten minutes of slightly less painful penetration before he ejaculated again and when he withdrew I felt his semen run down the back of my legs and I marvelled at the quantity soaking into the sheet. After it was over I had cuddled close to him for a while and he had asked if I was staying the night. However enough was enough and he had the grace to ring for a taxi to take me back to my Uni digs. When I tried to pay the driver it was explained in bad English that Mr Bull would take care of it and I gathered that they had some long standing arrangement for transporting saddle-sore students safely home. Some of the girls repeatedly went back for more but I never did even though, every now and then, the Bull would wink at me across the University bar and I would flash a secret smile back at him. The Bikini Try-Out Danielle was engrossed in my account of the experience and she shivered excitedly at the thought of it. She had had many more lovers than I had and, before I knew it, we were discussing other penises we had known, orgasms and our favourite sexual positions. I found this erotic talk very exciting, so much so that I could feel myself getting aroused and if I had been alone with James I would have leapt on him and ripped his shorts off right there and then. It must have been obvious that my nipples had doubled in size as Danielle spoke frankly about the sex she enjoyed with Jeff. It seemed as if there was nothing they hadn't tried and she discussed the merits of bondage, anal sex and the use of a variety of sex toys. She constantly touched me on the shoulders, arms, hips and thighs as she described some of the things they had done together. She rolled over onto her stomach and asked me to apply oil to her back and legs. I started off warily at first but as she continued to discuss the most intimate details of their sex life I found that I was so turned on that I was practically giving her a massage as I pressed the heels of my hands into her back and shoulders and legs and buttocks and she squirmed approvingly. I had concluded some days ago that sex dominated their lives, they were totally uninhibited together and they frequently rubbed together like two cats. Danielle would reach over to tickle Jeff's balls when his eyes were shut and he would cup her breast and kiss her nipple when they passed each other and the back of his hand would linger on her muff. We had listened to them having sex one night and it was like listening to a porn film as their bed crashed back and forward and Danielle moaned and shrieked and implored Jeff not to stop. Then it would go quiet and we strained to hear them murmuring to each other for a few minutes before the cacophony started again and we listened in awe as Jeff hurled himself in and out and Danielle howled and whimpered like a newly-wed. James and I had been naked on the bed, it was too hot even for a bed sheet, and I had pressed his head down into the wetness that had developed between my legs. His tongue lapped over my clitoris as his two fingers rodded in and out of my pussy and I had amazed him by making a commotion that was quite out of character as I thrust my groin upwards to receive the full benefit of his probing tongue. He swiftly brought me to a noisy orgasm and then effortlessly spun me over on to my knees, gripped my pelvis, slipped his cock inside me and fucked me from behind. I wasn't the only one who was aroused by the passion in the bedroom next door, his penis was as solid as a truncheon and he was burying his full length inside me with alarming vigour. The slap slap slap noises of his stomach against my bottom almost merged as he gathered speed and threw himself inside me over and over again. There was only silence from the room beyond so we both gasped and groaned in harmony with each thrust and my fingers circled my clitoris frantically. In no time at all he had brought me to a second climax and then he emptied his balls inside me with a tortured cry of "oh fucking hell, fucking hell". I joined in with laboured cries of "keep going, keep going" in an attempt to make the sensation linger for a few extra seconds. James dozed off within minutes of coming and it was left to me to surreptitiously slide my fingers over my slippery clitoris as Jeff commenced to fuck Danielle noisily for a third time. We had awoken early to a glorious sunny day, I had gone for a shower but Jeff had joined me shortly afterwards and we had soaped and stroked each other and his penis had once again risen to full height. I went down on my knees to take him in my mouth and he cradled my head as we undulated backwards and forwards. Just as he was on the verge of coming he pulled to my feet and I turned to grip the edge of the bathroom sink. James moved in behind me and parked his dick in the crack of my ass whilst his hands cupped both of my breasts and he kissed me on my neck and shoulders. Within minutes he was fucking me rhythmically from behind and I lifted my head to admire his reflection in the mirror as he impaled me on his rock hard member. My hand strayed over my clitoris as I braced myself against his powerful lunges. He delayed his ejaculation for an age but then his face contorted and he buried himself deep within me as his hot semen sputtered inside me. We stood locked together for a while as he gasped for breath and told me over and over again what a great fuck I was and how he loved to fuck me. This cursing and swearing was par for the course so I waited until his outbursts subsided before we came messily apart. We kissed and showered slowly and dressed minimally for breakfast on the patio The day passed leisurely as the sun rose high in the sky. We lunched and opened a couple of bottles of chilled white wine. We took frequent dips in the pool but I generally tried to avoid being in at the same time as the naked Jeff and Danielle who could frequently be seen intertwined and only a supreme act of willpower stopped them from having sex before our very eyes. Sometime later Jeff took a running dive into the pool and within seconds he had blundered into me and his firm cock had brushed against my thigh whilst his forearm pressed into my bare breast. He didn't apologise, he just looked me in the eye for a second and swam away. This was how Jeff worked, he was an alley cat and no one was off limits to him. His message was that anytime I was ready then I should just let him know. It wasn't the first time I had been on the end of Jeff's smooth advances but there was a streak of badness (or was it goodness) in me that enjoyed the feeling of saying no to him. I wasn't indifferent to his charms and I had often wondered what it would be like to go to bed with him and my hand sometimes lingered down below when I imagined us together. The truth though was that I thought he was shallow and overly interested in beautiful bodies and sex. He might have been handsome and physical but he wasn't James and if I was to list the things that attracted me to James then Jeff was a pale second. I steamed off in the sun and, propping myself up on one elbow, I reached back once more to adjust the line of my bikini bottoms. I was trying to avoid a distinctive tan line across my bottom so I exposed another inch or so of my butt cheeks. Danielle must have been watching closely because she spoke to say that I was welcome to borrow any of her bikinis, as they would be more suitable for the maximum tan I was trying to achieve. I said that it didn't matter but she rose naked from her lounger and held out her hand and said "come with me, I have some that you will absolutely adore". She stood before me wrapping a towel around her waist and helping me to my feet. I could hardly refuse and I just knew that if her bikinis were anything like her dresses, her blouses, her jewellery or her entire house contents then they would make my Marks and Spencer bikini bottoms look like something a refugee might wear. She was holding the half empty bottle of white wine and her own glass and indicated that I should also bring my glass. I followed her through the garden room and through the darkened lounge to the hallway. She paused at the bottom of the ornate staircase and waved me in front of her. It seemed strange to be leading the way upstairs, both of us practically naked and I suppressed a tiny shiver that started in my groin and ran to the top of my stomach. I was in no doubt which bedroom was Danielle's and Jeff's because of their raucous lovemaking but, during yesterday's tour of the house, she had merely gestured at the door and moved on down the expansive landing. The entrance was lined on both sides with a series of sliding wardrobe doors, some of which were partly open, revealing row after row of shoes, dresses, coats, sweaters and blouses. From here I emerged into a huge room with a balcony on one wall and a full length window on another wall, both of which offered long distance views down to the sea. The room was dominated by a bed which had to be seven foot wide and a wall mounted TV which was substantially bigger than the 42 inch screen in our own living room. I also took note of the fact that there was a profusion of mirrored cabinets and I couldn't avoid glancing at the high ceiling just in case there were any more mounted up there. Strangely I was almost disappointed to find that there was only a pair of slow moving fans but as I rapidly scanned the room I couldn't help but notice that in one corner of the room there was a small video camera mounted on a tripod and pointing directly at the bed. Danielle brushed her breasts against mine as she went by me to pull open a series of drawers from which she dragged garment after garment which she heaped on to the floor. Her towel fell from her waist and she kicked it to one side with that "pffft" sound which seemed to express her dislike of wearing any kind of clothing in this heat. The thought passed my mind that I was being set up but I could not take my eyes off her absolutely perfect body as she continued rummaging through drawer after drawer. She bent fully over to pick up a mini mountain of bikinis and underwear and I watched her pussy lips flare open before she straightened and laid the garments out on the bed. I was sure she had done it deliberately. I made agreeable sounds as I picked my way through them but my mind was blurring and all I could picture were images of girl on girl sex from the internet porn that James and I occasionally watched. She held up bikini after bikini of every style & colour, halter necks, bandeaus and bustiers in Lycra or nylon, sequinned, pleated or rouched. From boy shorts to thongs her entire wardrobe lay before me. She picked up what appeared to be a pair of leather knickers with a whole series of straps attached and a large reinforced hole in the front. At first I didn't know what I was looking at but then I realised that it was part of a strap-on and my eyes opened wide. "Did not know that was in there" said Danielle with a total lack of embarrassment as she stuffed it back in a drawer. "What was it" I asked innocently. "It's something I bought for Jeff but he's not very keen" she replied and she rooted through the drawer and laid a variety of coloured latex cocks on the carpet. She demonstrated how they all fitted together, each cock fitting on the front of the harness and locking on to a rubber plug that was pushed through from the back of the harness. I had a vivid image of Jeff on his knees taking the garish purple cock up his ass while Danielle lunged into him and I wondered what James would say if I suggested something similar. "Which one?" I said pointing at the half dozen dildos on the carpet and I was disappointed when she passed me a modest flesh coloured one with wobbling testicles that was no more than four inches in length. "Why did he not like it?" "I think he liked the feeling of being butt-fucked but I think it was more to do with control, I've pushed my finger inside him many times and he never complains but I don't think he liked being submissive especially when I slapped him a few times". She laughed as she said it and my mind drew a picture of Jeff howling like a dog as Danielle beasted him and left bright red slap marks on his ass. "I do like it though" she said, "it's different somehow. You've never tried it then?" "God no, I don't think James is ready for that yet" I replied. I wasn't sure if she meant that she liked using it on Jeff or if someone else, presumably a female, had used it on her, because I couldn't see how a man could wear it. "How do you use the others?" "They're all good, but the purple one is my favourite " she replied vaguely. I decided that I would save the question for another occasion. There was an unexpected ache deep in my groin as I imagined someone, possibly Danielle, lying on top of me and repeatedly rutting me with one of the big latex cocks. Danielle returned to her collection of bikinis and I forced myself to concentrate. Some of them were absolutely beautiful, some were absolutely minimal and some were absolutely never in my life. Without exception they were just like the ones on sale in the designer stores in every Mediterranean resort. The sort I always dismissed because they were eye-wateringly expensive as opposed to the two sets for £19.99 that I bought every summer from Next or M&S. Danielle explained that the only reason she had so many was that they were necessary for certain beach or villa parties where going naked was generally out of the question. She held up a sky blue sequinned bikini which she insisted I try on and she said it so naturally, without any suggestion that I should use the en-suite bathroom, that I felt I had no choice and I simply dropped my bikini bottoms to the tiled floor. The three glasses of wine coursing through my bloodstream were helping me to relax even though I was out of my comfort zone and I quickly stepped into the blue bottoms It was gorgeous and a near perfect fit but it offered no less coverage than my own bikini. I tried the top on and Danielle adjusted the straps to fit my shoulders and my smaller breasts. Her own breasts constantly pressed against my back but she seemed totally unconcerned with her nakedness and the fact that her hands were crawling over my boobs and tugging at the flimsy fabric. I swirled before one of the many mirrors and Danielle agreed that it was just right for me and, as she could not remember ever wearing it, she said I could have it. More bikinis came and went and Danielle's eyes and hands rarely left me as I wriggled in and out of her expensive wardrobe whilst she adjusted the various straps and strings and buckles. She offered me a tiny scrap of shimmering fuchsia with gold corded sides, it was a daring choice and I had already cast my eyes over it several times. It fitted like a glove, the gold cords swooping diagonally down to my groin which was just about covered by the beautiful fabric whilst the whole of my butt cheeks were on view and only a triangle of cloth at the top of my ass-crack prevented it from being an expensive g string. There was a matching top equally daring and I tried it on and once more Danielle assisted in adjusting it to my fit although the tiny triangles only just covered my nipples. Once we were satisfied with the results I paraded before the mirrors and she agreed that it was perfect but the top was unnecessary so she moved behind me to unclasp it. As she did this she cupped my right breast and kissed my shoulder and said that I had a beautiful body. I froze and she sensed it and her hand dropped to her side. "You should excuse me" she said in her sensuous French accent "but there is a lot more to sex than having a man poking his cock into you every night". I said we had heard Jeff poking his cock into her for half of the previous night so it couldn't be that bad. She laughed and said that had been Jeff's idea. He had deliberately moved the bed so that it rocked against our wall and Danielle had played along and moaned like a banshee as he pounded in and out of her. "I wasn't just making it all up though", she offered "we made love three times last night, he just seems to be able to go on forever. I didn't tell her that I was more than aware of Jeff's stamina. James and I had once borrowed an old frame tent and we had spent a weekend in the Lake District with Jeff and his latest girlfriend Meg. We'd had several drinks in the local pub and stumbled back in the dark through the fields to our tent. Long after James and I had silently satisfied each other within our sleeping bag we had listened in awe while Jeff continued to noisily fuck the living daylights out of his highly vocal partner. Another friend, Janine, had once confided that "he did it three times before we fell asleep, you know what I mean, he actually came inside me three times" she had said in amazement. I had been tempted to ask how many times she came but she had obviously enjoyed the occasion immensely so I held the comment back. I told Danielle that they were a very sexy couple and I was slowly getting over my uncomfortableness about their nakedness. I told her that being around them had already opened my eyes and I confided in her about how I had leapt on James because the sound of them having sex the previous evening had turned us on so much. Danielle laughed and said that every time they took a break from screwing they had listened to us having sex. "I heard you say "yes, yes, yes" over and over again so I was not the only one to orgasm last night." I didn't tell her that I had deliberately put on a little show of my own to demonstrate that my own man was no slouch in bed so I explained "James had his head between my legs and I just couldn't stop myself, he knows exactly what to do down there and he loves to make me come first" She laughed again and said that the man hadn't been born yet who knew his way down there as well as a woman, she said that Jeff still hadn't worked out her g spot yet no matter how many times she showed him. I was sat on the edge of the bed as she said it and she stood before me as naked as the day she was born and drew her hand slowly down her slit which was glinting with moisture. I was in a predicament as to whether to make an excuse to return to the poolside or to stay and see where this was leading. More images of woman on woman leapt into my head and I quivered involuntarily. Everything south of my navel was filling with an intense heat because it was so incredibly erotic to be having conversations like this with someone who was so matter-of-fact about sex. I had never had such conversations with my best friend Jane or any of our circle of social friends. And then she sent a major shiver through my body with the words "which reminds me, before we go back downstairs we need to tidy you up down there. You don't want to spoil your sexy new look with all those whiskers poking out of that bikini." "I went to the beautician before we left England" I said defensively. Danielle tutted and said she was familiar with the English beauticians who were too scared to get in close. They don't even ask you to take your panties off. They've made a good enough job at the front but look here, underneath, they have left lots behind and in that tiny bikini it will be oh-so-obvious". She ordered me to lie back on the bed and to my surprise I complied as she peeled off my tiny bikini bottoms. She pushed my legs apart to examine my pussy and commented on its neatness, "it's just like a young girls', mine is like a cauliflower" and then she stroked my labia softly in one sweeping upward stroke. I didn't move a muscle but I licked my lips and closed my eyes in a gesture of approval. She stepped away and headed for the en suite. I realised my groin was actually aching with the same desire that I felt just before James and I had sex and I concentrated on images of him entering me over and over again. I turned to look at my nakedness in one of the mirrors along the wall, I wanted to see the same view that Danielle would have of me and I was more than satisfied with what I saw although I regretted allowing the tan lines on my bottom to develop. I imagined James fucking me from behind whilst I watched him in that very mirror and then an image crept into my head of Danielle with her head between my legs. My hand strayed to my pussy and circled my clit. It was slick with desire. I suddenly remembered the video camera and hastily sat up and stared at it. There were no glowing lights but I imagined the disgrace of finding myself on the internet and when Danielle returned with a variety of bottles and implements I asked her if it was turned on. The Bikini Try-Out "Of course not" she said in a hurt voice, "that's for Jeff, he tapes himself fucking me and we watch it afterwards. It's fun, the best way is to pretend that you are making a porn film, you really should try it". I was not so shocked by this and I told her, James and I had often done the same thing, mainly because we had far fewer mirrors than this bedroom, but the images were always deleted shortly after viewing them. The thought of my mother or father borrowing the camera and finding their precious daughter sucking on James's cock was far too embarrassing to contemplate. Danielle moved to the corner of the room where the tripod stood, I was relieved to see her point the camera somewhere else, probably to reassure me that it wasn't recording. She opened a laptop and the huge TV came to life replicating the same Windows logo as the laptop. She worked her way through the menu system until the screen filled with dozens of small tiles all of which featured stills of naked men & women. I truly thought she was going to show me a video of Jeff fucking her and I froze to the spot in horror, or perhaps in anticipation, of seeing his fat cock slide in and out of her. The cursor moved through the tiles and the TV screen was filled with two gorgeous naked girls and a similarly gorgeous man with a massively erect cock. I was still stunned, was I really going to sit here and wait for the inevitable? I was just a simple northern girl who enjoyed sex with her husband and yet here I was lying naked on a giant bed, watching porn in 75 degree heat with another stunningly beautiful naked woman and I absolutely knew that she was going to do something delicious to me. The video was the slow lingering artistic type. The room was entirely white just like the bed, a modern four poster draped in a fine white gauze canopy. The man was slowly fucking one of the girls from behind whilst she had her face buried in the other girl's pussy. Soft music played but it could not cover the ecstatic moans of the two girls as all three bronzed bodies writhed and lunged towards each other. Danielle's voice broke the silence, "I find it relaxing, Jeff and I use it sometimes when we have sex, I can turn it off if you wish". The last one came out as a challenge. I could stop this now or I could succumb to whatever it was that Danielle had planned for me. "No it's fine" my voice sounded hoarse and I tried again, "I know what you mean, James and I watch porn together and we always end up in bed screwing each other after about five minutes". "Jeff and I watch certain ones and the game is to try to do everything that they do. I think we've made love in every position ever invented. Some of them are impossible and some of them are rubbish. Jeff tried one the other day where we were so tight together he couldn't even manage to move an inch inside me. As she spoke she wrapped her towel around her waist and unscrewed the lid on a jar of cream. She motioned that I should lie back and, once I had obeyed her, a slight tap on my inner knee from the back of her hand was all I needed to close my eyes and open my legs. With the pads of her fingers she applied gobs of the cool cream directly on to my pussy and either side of it. She slowly spread it around and under my groin and in doing so the tips of her fingers constantly stroked my labia and the entrance to my bum hole. The sensation was electric and I squirmed into the mattress with pure delight. She stretched the skin around my genitals whilst the razor, a pink wet shave razor, flashed back and forward as she sought out the offending pubes. My crossed arms were caressing my breasts and my forefingers tweaked my nipples as I let out a tiny moan. She rose to her feet and her towel fell to the floor, she came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth which she gently slid over my groin as she knelt on the floor and examined her handiwork. "Do you want me to shave this off?" she said indicating towards my short landing strip. "No" I replied, "I tried it once, I really do look like a little girl without it". Her finger swept upwards along my slit once more, "everything is hidden, I know what you mean, yes, you are probably right" and as she said it her hands pulled my knees apart and she slowly brought her mouth to my pussy and opened my lips a fraction with the tip of her tongue. There was a second's hesitation, I knew she was seeking my permission to continue so I brought both hands to the back of her head and pressed her deeper inside me. I was in a complete whirl of confusing senses, I suddenly wanted this so badly and yet how could it be? I knew I wasn't a lesbian so I tried to fill my head with images of James naked in the shower this morning or fucking me last night but other images of naked women munching on each other kept filling my head. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend that it was James and a moan escaped my lips as Danielle's tongue probed deeper and then moved up to circle around my clitoris. One of her fingers was on my bum hole and there was the ever present danger that she might press it inside me. I squirmed with delight as she sucked on the rosebud of my clit and drew into her mouth. She inserted a finger into my hole and slowly drew it in and out as my groin lunged madly back and forward in time with her insertions In less than thirty seconds I could feel an unstoppable orgasm forming deep inside me and the words flew from my lips, "I'm coming, I'm coming, don't stop" and Danielle pressed her face hard against me as her tongue flashed in and out and up and down my cunt. A tidal wave arose from deep inside me and flooded through my loins, I realised that this was the female equivalent of premature ejaculation. My fingers were buried so hard in Danielle's hair that she had to reach up to let me know I was hurting her and I immediately let go and squeezed my breasts. It certainly wasn't James who was doing this, I had never come so quickly from his tongue, I felt Danielle pull away and I opened my eyes, "I'm sorry" I said hoarsely "I couldn't stop myself, that was just too much". Behind her the image on the TV was of a naked flat chested girl giving a well-hung man a blow job on a deserted beach. Her head bobbed up and down as she repeatedly took his full length into her mouth and throat. "What did I tell you, we know what works better than any man, but I also think the wine has helped you to relax" She rose from the carpet and sat on the bed beside me facing upwards to the headboard. Her left hand lay on my right thigh whilst the back of her right hand drifted vaguely around my breast. As the sensations in my groin subsided I wanted to dash out of the room in embarrassment but I was also dazzled and flattered by the attention of this beautiful woman. "How was it?" she said gently. "You mustn't think it changes anything, it's just experimenting, just exploring, you know? "I've never done that before, ever", I had no wish to insult her so I concealed my shame but there were other emotions battling away inside me because I knew that I had enjoyed it immensely. "Do you have other girlfriends?" I said awkwardly, thinking of the strap-on in the wardrobe. No, not really, there are a few select girls I know, I don't think any of them are gay though, I wouldn't want that. There's a word for it, it's called being bicurious. This is all about enjoyment, pleasure, getting the most out of sex. I was scared the first time I joined their circle but now I think of it as ladies day, you know, spa day, nothing more" "Does Jeff know", I was thinking about the strap-on again, it was all becoming clearer. "He knows we have little get-togethers, he thinks we just jump in the Jacuzzi and shave each other's legs and try each other's dresses on. It turns him on though, he's very curious, he always asks for details so I just tease him with stories about naked massages and he thinks I'm joking". I was the only one facing the screen and I was distracted by the sight of a woman who was being slowly spooned by a black man with an enormous penis. Danielle half turned to watch. "I still prefer that, she said, when it's done right" and all the time the back of her hand moved slowly over my vulva. I positively encouraged her by gradually opening my legs wider and leaning back on my extended arms. "You won't have any worries with Jeff then" and I regretted the words as soon as I said them. It sounded as if I was speaking from experience. "You've never had sex with Jeff?" I wasn't sure if that was a question or an accusation or a simple statement? I needed to make a strong reply because I'd often dreamed of it. "No! Did he say he had? I was going out with James before I ever met Jeff" "No, no, I was saying that I think you were one of the few that hadn't. If you had you'd know what an animal he was". Maybe I should lend him to you for a few hours. Her words hit me like a hammer, I knew that Jeff would fuck me without a second's hesitation if I responded to his advances but had she just offered to lend her husband to me? What on earth was I getting in to? Is that what went on here? It was true about me being one of the few, Jeff had slept with half of all the girls who had been part of our circle and some of them were still on the scene. "I think Jeff may have screwed half the town?" she said but it was another question rather than a statement. "I can't remember a single occasion when he didn't have a girlfriend, they came and went so quickly" "He's slept with Marie"? "He went out with Marie for months long before she married Bob. She was broken hearted when he finished with her". "Poor Bob, I wonder what he thinks of that, Jeff and him are such good friends" "It was a long time ago" "He went out with Angela and with Helen?" That was definitely a question. Both of them were married to friends of ours and we still met regularly. "Yes, but not for very long, I think Angela might have been one night only". I could remember it like it was yesterday, we had gone to a New Year's party at Joe & Rebecca's parent's house and Jeff and Angela had disappeared upstairs before midnight so we had turned the music down and giggled at the sound of the bed squeaking back and forward and Angela's strangled cries of pleasure. "He slept with Janine and she's married to Grant now? "I didn't know that" I lied. Grant and Janine were also good friends of ours and James had told me that Grant wasn't fully aware of Janine's early sex life when she would shag anything that looked at her. She had routinely ambushed Jeff if ever she saw him unaccompanied at the end of a night and they would have sex in the multi storey or in her car or just about anywhere else. "Oh yes, and he slept with Erica even though she was engaged to Sean". That was news to me, Erica with the massive breasts "When was that?" "Jeff was home for the holidays and his parents were away and Erica came to his house nearly every lunchtime for two weeks when she was working at her father's office" She wouldn't stop ringing him for weeks. "They're divorced now" I said, as if that made it alright. "Does Jeff tell you everything then?" "I think so. We were friends even when we weren't dating each other in London. He used to come to my flat and we would sit up half the night talking. Sometimes he didn't even try to fuck me." "Have you told him about all of your old boyfriends?" "Oh yes, Jeff doesn't see them as a threat, He knows that I've never had anybody like him before. It is true" "You must have a very strong relationship, he had such a reputation with the girls back home" "He knows just how far I will let him go with his flirting, have you noticed how he watches you when you are sunbathing, he is hoping that you will go nude before much longer". "I might as well be nude wearing that scrap of cloth". Nonetheless it was an exciting thought that the gorgeous Jeff wanted to see my cunt when he could see his wife's every day of the week. "Salv and Marie did when they were here last year, Jeff hardly looked at Marie though, too skinny, no breasts". That's what you think, I thought but I didn't disabuse Danielle of this. Jeff and Marie had slept together years ago after Charlie Manley's wedding at Greystones Hotel and Marie had whispered to me that Jeff had exceeded everything she'd ever been told about him. "What was Salv like?" I ventured. Danielle knew what I was talking about, "he is a funny shape, short and strong and hairy but he has a big penis. That's probably why he didn't mind being naked". I shuddered, Salv was part Italian or Sicilian and he reminded me of Joe Pesci - round and noisy and crude. She knelt on the bed and threw one of her legs over me so that she was almost sat on my stomach. Her pussy glinted wet at me and I looked up into her eyes. What had I got myself into, was she expecting me to do the same to her? She leaned forward to grip the headboard and shuffled her knees forward. All I had to do was grasp her buttocks and pull her sweet smelling cunt into my face but I realised that it was a step too far, I couldn't transition in one short hour from the cock loving girl that I was into a muff muncher. "Danielle, I can't do that...not yet. I did enjoy the other thing though" I said apologetically". Still straddling me, she wriggled back and laid both hands flat on my breasts. "Ah, you're a pillow-queen aren't you, it's ok, don't be embarrassed. That's how I started". I looked blankly at her and she explained that some girls only liked to receive and never give. I could understand why, it was far easier to imagine that it was a man feasting on your fanny when you were receiving. I couldn't really pretend that my mouth was sucking on James's dick if my tongue had been darting in and out of Danielle's hole. She edged back and flicked at my nipples with the back of her fingers. Then she lowered her head to kiss them and I simply could not resist the urge to press her face into my breasts. Suddenly we were kissing, proper kissing like teenagers or newly-weds with our tongues probing deeply and our lips travelling frantically over each other mouths. Then I kissed her perfect breasts and, before I realised it, I was rolling my index finger along the length of her slit. She laid her hand over mine and encouraged me to continue. It was easy, just like finger fucking yourself so I used the same two handed techniques that I used on myself and within minutes Danielle was gently moaning as her breathing became more ragged. I inserted two fingers inside her and rapidly rodded her soaking pussy whilst my other hand circled her clitoris. She came very quickly after that, her eyes and mouth were tightly closed as her groin pounded back and forward and she squeezed her legs together so tightly that my hand was trapped between them. She pulled me towards her and our groins collided and we kissed again and it seemed to last an age before we broke apart. Danielle edged backwards and I knew that I wanted to feel her tongue on my cunt again so I gripped the sides of her head and gently pushed her down below in a way that she could never have mistaken for resistance. I flung my legs wide open and Danielle took huge rasping licks along the entire length of my slit. The point of her tongue opened the lips of my pussy and she darted swiftly and gently inside me. Her fingers and tongue alternated on my clit and my abdomen spasmed back and forward in perfect rhythm with the bobbing of her head. A minute, two minutes flew by in glorious pleasure before I felt my climax brewing deep inside me and I tried to hold the delicious sensation right there but it was impossible. I was using the soles of my feet to lift my bottom off the bed so that Danielle could probe my anus with her left hand whilst her right hand and her tongue darted in, around and over my pussy. My hands were massaging my boobs and pinching my nipples and the unstoppable sensation rode out of me like a giant wave and I came violently in her face. I squeezed my legs together and jerked my groin back and forwards in short stubby movements to maximise the glorious sensation and Danielle drew back and sat up on her knees to watch me writhe around in ecstasy. It was over in seconds and we stared at each other as we drew breath, Danielle had changed something inside me forever and I would never be the same again. "You liked that?" she said and I told her that that was the understatement of the year as I sat up and hugged her tightly. We lay together in silence as the minutes passed by and the image on the TV changed to that of a muscle bound hunk frenziedly screwing a big-breasted red-head from behind whilst she gripped the back of an armchair. Noises from downstairs indicated that James and Jeff had returned from the town and Jeff shouted upstairs to establish our whereabouts. "We'll be down soon" shouted Danielle, "we're trying on clothes". Jeff asked if we needed any help but Danielle told him to go for a swim to cool down. As we giggled at the TV another sensation was brewing deep inside me and I realised that I also needed to be fucked very hard and very soon. Whenever James made me orgasm I always insisted that he enter me straight away whilst the sensations still roamed around my innards. I wondered if I was trying to cancel out what had just happened. I didn't think anything could ever cancel it out and the bizarre comparison of Lady Macbeth trying fruitlessly to wash the blood from her hands suddenly occurred to me. For one dangerous moment I contemplated about going the whole hog and asking for the strap-on but then I drew back from the precipice and said I was going to try the bikini on again to see what James thought about it. Danielle assisted quite needlessly with the fitting once more and her hands wandered over my ribs and stomach and breasts. We moved bedrooms so that I could rummage in my suitcase for the perfect sandals and a quick squirt of perfume. As I lingered in front of the mirror adjusting the miniscule garments and tousling my hair trying to achieve the perfect look, Danielle read my mind and said "I think James is going to get lucky isn't he?" and my nodding head confirmed the accusation. "I need him right now, I want him to split me in two" "I think I might hide in the wardrobe and then jump out to surprise him" She laughed as she said it but I knew that if I had encouraged her she would have done exactly that. I thought about her watching James' bottom rise and fall as he ploughed into me and it was a very erotic thought. James could shag for England and he was more than capable of putting on a performance that would surely induce Danielle to madly finger-fuck herself as I moaned and whimpered and clawed at his back. I came back to reality at the very real prospect of Danielle suddenly emerging naked from the wardrobe to join in our lovemaking so I refused her request and told her she could listen through the wall. Somehow an image of my husband fucking her doggy style whilst she dined on my pussy had become fixed in my mind and I was both appalled and aroused at the same time by the thought. She replied that she would rather go back to Jeff and get him to do to her what I had refused to do and, if we wanted to watch from the bedroom window, we might learn something. She asked if I was ready and I nodded. She kissed me on both cheeks and said "we will try on more bikinis tomorrow yes? I will tell James that he has to come and fuck you, yes?" My head bobbed rapidly up and down in agreement to both suggestions and she turned and I admired her perfect bottom as she wrapped the towel around herself. She left the room and padded downstairs and, through the window, I watched her approach James and crouch by him, her naked breasts only inches away from his face, while she whispered my summons to him. The Bikini Try-Out He rose from his lounger and disappeared from my view whilst Danielle crossed over to where Jeff was doing sit-ups. Whatever it was that she said to him, they both turned and looked up at the window where I stood, causing me to dart back out of sight. I heard James' footsteps on the stairs and I turned my back to the bedroom door so that his first sight of me would be the tiny triangle of gold fabric emerging from my exposed buttocks. I squeezed my thighs together at the delicious thought of what his reaction to the bikini might be and what was to follow, I had already decided that my ankles were going over his shoulders so that he could go balls deep inside me and he had better be at his most energetic! Come what may, I decided that, during tomorrow's bikini try-out part two, I would steer a conversation with Danielle round to the strap-on...Things really had changed forever.