3 comments/ 72947 views/ 3 favorites Introducing Peter & Gloria By: BigDave1340 I’ve not written much about Tanya and me over the last several months. So, here’s an instalment, another glimpse into our active sex-life that we’ve enjoyed intensely over the last couple of years. And yes, when you read my stories, the ones with Tanya and me in are true; only the names of our friends are fictional to protect their identity. So, get yourself comfortable with a long cool drink or a cup of cocoa (whichever takes your fancy) because this is a long one, and enjoy. *********************** Looking back over the last two years or so, I’ve realised how lucky we are and how fruitful our lives have been, particularly since our holiday in Tenerife. Tanya and I have attended several swapping parties since I last wrote and we’ve enjoyed them very much. I’m sitting at my PC, recalling visions, smells, tastes and conversations, typing these words with a smile on my face and my cock dribbling in my pants just remembering the times we’ve had… *** Tanya’s old school friend, and first lover, moved into the estate in October. She bumped into Peter at the local grocery store just before Christmas. Peter was organising a house-warming party and invited Tanya along, “…and bring your boyfriend, along” he added as she accepted his invite, telling him she was now a married woman. When she arrived home, she didn’t stop talking about Peter until I had to tell her to change the subject. Even as we lay in bed that night, the conversation changed rapidly from our planned holiday in the New Year to Peter this and Peter that. “What’s the matter love? Is that a little jealousy I hear in your voice?” she chided. I had to admit, I was fed up with her keeping on about how good a lover he once was and how she still felt something for him, even though it had been more than fifteen years since she had seen him and he was married with a couple of kids. “Don’t worry babe,” Tanya whispered affectionately, “he’s no match for you, and no replacement either. It’s just that he was the one who took my virginity back at college. We have a lot of history… but I’ve never really forgiven him for dumping me for the college slut, Naomi fucking Jones.” “So,” I replied, “you out for a little revenge?” “Hmmm, perhaps, or maybe out to show him what he’s missing. I wonder what Gloria’s like?” I could see where Tanya’s thoughts were leading. “I don’t know, I wouldn’t even know Peter if he knocked the door right now. Anyway, why haven’t I heard of this Peter chap before now?” “Too many bad memories I guess,” Tanya eventually said after some thought. “Anyway, it’s all water under the bridge now, I suppose. Come here lover,” she pulled me to her and teased my cock with her fingers, guiding it into her pussy. It was a relatively quick fuck that night, no foreplay, just a ‘wham bam thank you mam’ kind of fuck. I didn’t complain, it had been a long day and we were both tired anyway, and besides, there’s nothing wrong with the occasional ‘quickie’. *** Christmas came and went in a wink of an eye, and before we knew it, we were dressing up as vicar and tart for Peter and Gloria’s house warming party on New Year’s Eve. I wasn’t looking forward to the party, but Tanya couldn’t wait to get over to their house, nestled at the end of a cul-de-sac at the far end of the estate. I recognised only one other couple that lived locally (Peter’s neighbours, I think), everyone else were strangers to us. Peter took Tanya’s arm and escorted her around the room, introducing her to his friends and neighbours. I stood like a lemon at a table that doubled as a bar and poured a tall whiskey. I could see this was going to be a long night, and I needed to loosen up. “Do you know, he’s not stopped talking about your wife since he met her the other week,” Gloria hissed as she sipped a brandy. “I’m Gloria.” Peter’s wife offered her hand and we shook. Amazingly, she looked remarkably similar to Tanya; same hair colour, eye colour, even her body shape was comparable. Gloria and Tanya could have passed as sisters or cousins to anyone who didn’t know any different. After shaking hands and more formal introductions, Gloria introduced me to several other guests to help make me feel more at home. “What’s up lover?” Tanya asked when she eventually returned from her world tour of Peter’s Party. “I just met your half-sister, Gloria,” I smiled. Tanya looked quizzically at me as she tilted her head to one side, then looked around the room as I pointed out Gloria at the hi-fi, selecting more music from a large CD collection. “Now that you’ve mention it, the penny’s dropped. Several people have asked me if I was Peter’s wife and one couple actually called me Gloria. She does look remarkably similar, doesn’t she, no wonder Peter hasn’t introduced us yet,” Tanya finished making the sentence more of a statement than a question. “Perhaps Peter realised what he missed when you two broke up and went out searching for a replacement ‘Tanya’,” I laughed. We sipped our drinks and mingled with the other guests, introducing us as Gloria’s sister and brother. Needless to say, Tanya, like a majority of the other ‘tarts’, was dressed to kill. Tanya used the excuse to wear as little as possible, and that she did. Her breasts were barely covered, and her newly pierced navel held a large diamond stud, a Christmas present, that attracted the eye of most men in the room (little did they know, she had a matching clit ring for Christmas too that had a half-inch gold bar that hung from the ring, with a small diamond mounted at the other end). Her laddered stockings and over-done make-up finished off her fancy dress. I must admit, after several whiskeys, I was beginning to stir and wanted to fuck Tanya there and then. But, the night was young, and I was intent on seeing in 2003 with more than a bang. As we all got progressively drunk, so the atmosphere loosened up and soon enough, everyone was getting into the spirit of the vicars and tarts. Tanya and I danced to several old 60’s, 70’s and 80’s tunes and soon, everyone was up dancing. As hands waved in the air, I saw at least five different nipples peek from under loose tops. One woman had a nipple chain that was probably attached to her other nipple, judging by the way the gold line of links looped away under the cover of the woman’s high/low cut top. “This is giving me ideas for a swinging party,” I told Tanya as we poured ourselves another drink at the bar/table. “Yeah, it’s great isn’t it? I didn’t expect this to be so lively.” The room quietened down as we counted the remaining ten seconds of 2002. Everyone joined in with the countdown… “7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, happy new year” everyone cheered as poppers popped filling the room minor explosions and paper streamers, cheers and clapping, kissing strangers and handshakes. “This has turned out to be some party,” Peter added after wishing me a Happy New Year. I agreed. He kissed Tanya and hugged her, and then Gloria joined us and gave me almost a carbon copy of Peter’s New Year welcome. I couldn’t get over how similar the girls were; even the faint smell of perspiration mixed with an expensive perfume from the nape of Gloria’s neck was similar. If the room was darkened, and I didn’t know any better, I could have easily mistaken Gloria for Tanya. “You know, you two could pass as sisters,” I told Gloria, “you even taste the same,” I added as I licked my lips. Tanya jokingly thumped my arm as Gloria blushed. “Yes, I couldn’t believe it when I met Gloria,” Peter interjected, “I thought she was some relation of Tanya. I guess that’s what prompted me to talk to her, and since then, well,” Peter lifted his hands in declaration as if to state the obvious path that led to marriage, kids and now this party. “We’ll have to get together and compare notes,” joked Gloria with Tanya. We all laughed and agreed to have coffee the following afternoon. “What have you done with the kids?” Tanya asked after realising we’d not seen any children. “They’re staying over the neighbours with their kids. They’re having their own New Year’s party,” Gloria smiled as she thought about her children knocking back cocktails of orange-juice and apples. Several guests decided it was late enough to leave. Tanya had had enough too and whispered we should go home and celebrate in style. We thanked our guests for their hospitality and I took the opportunity to taste Gloria’s lips once more in a ‘goodnight kiss’. Peter kissed Tanya goodnight and we headed home. *** “Well, what did you thing of that?” Tanya asked with a slight slur in her voice. “Better than I expected,” I answered. “You’re drunk!” giggled Tanya as she slapped my ass. “No, just merry,” I replied, pinching a nipple that was fighting to escape the thin material of her cropped top. The chilly night had Tanya’s nipples fully erect. In the lamplight, they looked extremely sexy. “I’m going to fuck you hard when we get home.” And hard we fucked. Tanya was soaking; her panties were stained with her juices. “Looks like Peter still has an effect on you,” I commented as I tossed her panties onto the bedroom floor. “Don’t be silly; he’s old news,” Tanya refuted, “it was seeing you licking your lips, tasting Gloria, after kissing her goodnight that made me hot. I had visions of the three of us having sex in an old church, straddled over an altar, you the vicar, with two tarts to play with.” “Hmmm, nice idea,” I mused, lifting my mouth from Tanya’s diamond ornamented clitoris. “Come up here, I want you in my mouth,” she ordered. We made each other orgasm, cumming in each other’s mouth. That night, I dreamt about Tanya’s thought, how I had Tanya on my face and on my cock, both at the same time. In my dream Gloria was Tanya too. When I woke up, I could barely remember the details, but what I did remember, I recounted to Tanya over black morning coffee and aspirin. *** Three evenings later, Peter called, asking if I wanted to join him for a beer. “We really enjoyed your party,” I told him as we sipped our second beer. “Yeah, we did too. Gloria is up for another one. She was really hot after you guys left. We had the best sex of our lives, and it’s continued over the last couple of nights too. I don’t know why, she won’t tell me.” “Perhaps she liked being a tart,” I countered. Peter looked up from his beer. “No no, I mean, perhaps she enjoyed the party, dressed up as a tart and she wanted to play out the role. Perhaps it turned her on. Tanya and I had a great fuck when we got home too.” “Hey, listen to us. We’re talking like we’ve known each other for years,” Peter grinned. “I feel like we have. Tanya hasn’t stopped talking about you since she bumped into you at the supermarket,” I told Peter. “Yeah, well, it looks like we’ve got something in common then,” Peter said after taking another sip. “What do you mean?” “Well, Tanya and I do have a bit of history. But don’t take it the wrong way, Dave, which is what it is, history. What I mean is, well, Gloria has an active imagination. When I told her about Tanya, I showed her an old picture, and she was intrigued and amazed at how similar they looked. She’s been telling me her fantasies and imagining she’s Tanya or I’m you,” Peter took another sip of beer. “Listen, this is a bit embarrassing, but I feel we can talk openly with one another, yeah?” I nodded “Sure, Tanya and me, well we have a special relationship now.” I told Peter how we transformed our routine sex lives in Tenerife and how we haven’t looked back since. I told how we only have sex with others when both partners are there, to stop any jealousy and to add as insurance… just in case. Peter’s eyes opened wider with every word. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing about his ex-girlfriend. “That’s amazing,” he finally breathed after I’d finished. “I’ve read stories, but never believed them, this is amazing. Are you pulling my chain?” I shook my head. “Wow. I tell, you; this is something else,” Peter lifted his glass. I told him of the Literotica site and to look for the stories under BigDave1340. “The true stories are the ones with Tanya and me in them, the others are just figments of imagination or fantasies me and Tanya have sometimes.” That night, I told Tanya of my revelation to Peter. She was cross at first, but realised that this is who and what we are. And, at the end of the day, we had our ‘rules’ and we were going to stick with them. I think Tanya was afraid that Peter might try it on with her when I would be at work. *** The following Saturday, Tanya and I called over Peter’s place for the coffee we never had when offered on New Year’s. It was obvious by Gloria’s body language that Peter had told her our story. Peter and I opened a beer and sat in the lounge whilst the girls talk ‘girl talk’ in the kitchen. “I read every one… the stories,” explaining ‘one’. It’s hard to believe the true ones really happened,” Peter shook his head in disbelief. “Well, you can take them for what they are. We, no, I enjoy writing them; Tanya enjoys reading and reliving them. We get a fair bit of email from other readers too. Perhaps, one day, we might just take one or two up one their offers.” “What offers?” asked Peter. “Oh, all sorts, from requests to see pictures of Tanya’s piercing and tits, to invites for parties. We’ve had a couple from the States, ‘If you’re ever in the US, just give us a call, we’re there for you buddy’,” I quoted in a poor American accent. “Amazing,” Peter whispered, then giggled at my attempt at mimicking a Texan. “Have you told Gloria?” Peter looked a little uncomfortable. “Well, yes, I did. She laughed at first and said you were pulling my leg, having me on. But when I showed her the Literotica sight and explained more about what you said in the pub, well, she gradually believed me, you. Anyway, our sex has been really hot since. Thanks.” “Don’t mention it.” “What are you two talking about?” asked Gloria as the girls joined us from the kitchen. “Football,” Peter snapped. “Hmm, I don’t think so,” replied Gloria with a little smile. “Do you know, since you two went out for a beer in the week, all he’s done is talked about you two guys,” meaning Tanya and me. “So, what’s too bad about that?” I challenged. “Hmm, nothing I guess,” Gloria returned, not saying what she really wanted to say, judging by the coyness on her face and her body language. “What Gloria is trying to say is, well,” “Peter!” Gloria snapped. “What!?” “Don’t.” “Don’t what?” Peter quizzed his wife with a devilish grin on his face, knowing exactly what she meant. Tanya looked at me, me at Tanya. We both knew what Peter was trying to say and I knew Tanya’s thought were pretty close to what I was thinking, ‘I bet they want to know more about our sexploits’. There was a moment’s silence, then, “Do you want another drink?” asked Gloria, a little uncomfortably. “Umm,” I considered. “No thanks, we’d better be off,” answered Tanya for the both of us. “Perhaps we’ll stay a little longer next time, or perhaps you’d like to come over one evening for supper?” Gloria looked at Peter and they both nodded acceptance. “Perhaps we’ll have a ‘vicar and tart’ supper, eh?” Peter said jokingly. “Perhaps,” Tanya answered. Gloria blushed a little as she took our empty tumblers. Another round of goodbye kisses convinced me that Gloria must have been Tanya’s sister, perhaps in a former life. My thoughts began to intrigue me further. *** “You haven’t said much since we’ve got home,” Tanya stated a fact. “What’s up?” I hadn’t, I was thinking about my dream on New Year’s and getting to taste Gloria’s pussy, just to see if it tasted like Tanya’s. “Nothing,” I replied, “just thinking about the conversation Peter and I had when you were in the kitchen with Gloria. What were you talking about?” “Oh, nothing really,” replied Tanya. “I think your conversation must have been more interesting. The look on Peter’s face when we came into the lounge was funny, especially when he told us you were talking football.” Tanya knew Peter had fibbed, I can’t stand football; rugby is more my choice of contact sport, along with sex, of course. “Gloria thinks you are kinda nice,” Tanya continued after several second’s thought. “I think they’re thinking about experimenting. It was something Gloria said just before we came into the lounge, something about how Peter was behaving in bed since you and he went to the pub in the week.” “Well, if they’re interested, let them come to us. It is a little close to home, don’t you think?” I asked, hoping that Tanya would disagree. And she did, “Perhaps, but as long as they’re discreet, and there’s no reason why they wouldn’t. They have two kids to think about. It would be interesting to see if Peter has learned, and improved, his techniques over the years,” Tanya mused. *** “We’ve managed to get a sitter for the kids tonight. Do you two fancy a drink in the pub, or something?” Gloria asked Tanya over the telephone. “Sure, why not. Wait a minute, it’s Thursday, there’ll be a pool match at the pub tonight, it’ll be heaving and full of cigarette smoke, I hate that; how about some supper? I can knock up something pretty quick, it won’t be much, but at least we can have a meal as well as a drink without having people around us listening into our conversations and staining our clothes with the stench of smoke,” Tanya countered Gloria’s invite. “Okay, what time shall we call over?” “Make it 7:30?” “Okay, 7:30 it is then,” Gloria confirmed. “Oh, I’ll bring some of the pictures over from New Year’s. There are a couple of good ones of you and Dave.” “Great.” Tanya felt that Gloria was becoming a new friend and getting closer with every conversation. She liked Gloria; not only were they ‘sisters’, they also had similar tastes in music, food and clothes. Tanya was beginning to really like Gloria, and she felt Gloria genuinely liked Tanya, not just for Peter’s sake (excuse the pun), it was genuine feelings. “What shall I wear?” “Oh, come as you like. I’ll probably have a blouse and jeans on… no, wait a minute, how about we surprise the boys?” Tanya explained her surprise to Gloria. *** “Can you get that?” Tanya asked as the ringing from the door chimes faded. I need to finish off here.” Tanya continued to lay out the table as I answered the door. “Hiya,” Peter and Gloria announce in harmony. “Come on in, let me take your coats.” It had been raining heavy and although they had only walked from their car to the house, they were wet enough for me to give them a towel to dry their heads. We had general conversation over dinner, drank several bottles of red wine, and told the occasional joke. “Let’s relax a little in the lounge,” Tanya suggested. “I’ll get the photos from New Year’s,” Gloria said and headed for her purse. “Would you look at that,” Tanya laughed as she studied a picture of me dancing, eyes staring at some woman. “Oh yeah, I remember her, you could see all she had from the side. She had one of those nipple chains.” We all laughed. This broke the already melting ice. I put on some easy listening music and turned down the lights a little, making the room appear warmer than it was. Fresh drinks all round and conversation restarted from where we left off in the dining room. As always appears to happen, when in mixed company, several glasses of alcohol loosens the tongue. Surprisingly, it was Gloria who turned conversation to sex. “So, I’m curious; are those stories true?” Gloria asked, a little red faced. “What stories?” I teased. “You know what I’m talking about; the stories Peter showed me on the Internet,” Gloria continued. “Only the ones with Tanya and me in them,” I answered. “Wow,” exhaled Gloria. Introducing Peter & Gloria “Want to see the video?” I asked Gloria. “Sure,” replied Peter on her behalf. “Gloria?” Tanya asked her new friend. Gloria nodded, slowly, “I think so, but don’t be offened if I ask you to turn it off, okay?” We watched the video. My cock stiffened as I watched Tanya fuck Geoff and Steve, then finishing off the hotel manager. Peter too had a tent in his pants. Tanya, her arm around my shoulder, gently squeezed me as she recalled the weekend at our ‘Halfway Hotel’. Gloria sat throughout, her mouth open slightly, her nipples hardened under her blouse. “Well?” I asked our guests when the screen turned to white noise. “Well… there’s more in the video than in your story, but otherwise, it’s almost as I imagined the scene as I read the story on the PC,” Peter answered, trying to hide his stiffness without drawing attention to it. “I think I need to powder my nose,” Gloria announced after several seconds of silence. “I’ll come with you,” Tanya added. The girls were away for almost twenty minutes whilst Peter and I talked about what it was like to wife swap. “Swinging, it’s called swinging Peter,” I corrected him. “Listen, if you or Gloria are embarrassed about all this, we can change the subject or have an early night, it’s not a problem, I understand,” I comforted. Peter shook his head, “No, no. I think it’s great. Hell, it’s all Gloria has been talking about for the last few days; the stories that is. It’s really turn us both on.” “Good. Another drink then?” “Sure.” “I’ll get them,” called Tanya from the hallway as the girls returned from powdering their bits. “Gentlemen, drinks are served,” announced Tanya as she entered the room with Gloria in tow. No wonder the girls had spent almost twenty minutes powdering; they were fully made up with deep red lip-gloss and hair bunched up. They wore flimsy French maid dresses and black fishnet stockings. Peter and I were caught fully off guard. The tray carrying our drinks also carried a pack of cards and several packs of yellow ‘post-it’ labels and pens. “What’s this all about then?” I asked with a big smile on my face. “Well, Gloria decided she wanted to try a little something different, so I said we’d help her out,” Tanya announced. Gloria sat on Peter’s knee and kissed him on his cheek. He could see his wife’s breasts through the gap in the side of her white pinafore. “I hope you don’t mind darling,” she said sheepishly, almost apologetically. Peter shook his head, no. “Right, let’s get loosened up a little.” Tanya placed the tray on the floor, bending over enough to expose her stocking-tops to Peter in the process, and allowing me a view of her large breasts hanging free behind her pinafore that had come away from her chest as she picked up the pack of cards. “Just a little game to start the party off. Simple game; strip poker!” I smiled smugly knowing exactly what was about to happen. I would taste Gloria’s pussy in answer to my question of whether she tasted like Tanya. Tanya dealt a trial hand to demonstrate to Gloria how to play the game; then we started proper. And, as expected, Gloria lost the first hand. It took some coaxing, but she eventually relented and removed one of her patent 3” heals. Peter lost the next and a shoe. Fifteen minutes later, I was barefoot, Peter was barefoot and lost his shirt, Tanya was shoe-less and the white laced hair band was gone, and Gloria was shoe-less, stocking-less, hair band-less and about to remove her pinafore. Gloria’s hands were shaking as she undid the cord that held the pinafore to her body. She lifted the white linen garment over her head. Her black maid’s dress was extremely low cut at the back and front. This allowed her breasts (markedly smaller than Tanya’s 36F’s) to be exposed for us all to see. She quickly covered up with her hands, but a little coaxing from Peter saw her slowly drop her hands away. Her nipples were erect with the excitement and stood proud, about a quarter of an inch from her dark aureole that must have been about two inches in diameter on her 34C mounts. I felt my cock twitch as I imagined sucking her lovely breasts and nipples. “Okay,” said Tanya, “whose deal?” “Mine,” I answered and dealt another hand. This time I lost and lost my shirt. I lost the next hand too and lost my trousers. Tanya was still almost fully dressed. I winked at her and she read my mind. The next hand, Tanya lost. “Fuck, they’ve grown, girl,” Peter gasped as Tanya’s breasts bounced into view as she raised her hands over her head to remove her pinafore. I smiled at his comments and remembered Tanya’s statement, ‘out to show him what he’s missing’ she had said that night in October? The game remained fairly well balanced. Peter and I were now down to our tented boxers, and Gloria and Tanya were still in their maid dresses and panties. “Shit!” exclaimed Peter when he lost the next hand. He stood and dropped his boxers. As the elastic waistband passed over his cock, his cock sprang horizontal. “Peter! You are a naughty boy,” joked Tanya. We all laughed as Peter sat, cross-legged on the floor. “So, what happens now?” asked Peter. “Well, if you lose any more hands, you have to pay a forfeit until we have a winner,” I answered. Tanya lost the next hand and stood up, letting her maid’s dress slip from her shoulders and past her waist. She tugged the black silky material over her hips and let it drop to the floor. Her black g-string left little to the imagination and both Gloria and Peter stared at Tanya’s pussy. “I do like you piercing,” Gloria commented, trying to hide the stare as Tanya sat down. Peter lost the next hand. “Forfeit,” shouted his excited wife. “Okay, what?” he asked. “Well as I have the winning hand,” said Tanya, “I get to choose the forfeit.” Tanya thought for several seconds, then, “Okay, go into the kitchen and fetch another round of drinks,” Tanya ordered. I laughed, expecting something kinky, but, as usual, Tanya surprised me yet again. Her sense of humour is great; I love it. Peter returned with two glasses of wine and two beers, and then sat down to rejoin the game. Tanya lost the next hand and stood to remove her panties. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic and slowly pulled the silky g-string past her pussy. I heard Gloria let out a quiet gasp as she saw Tanya’s tattoo and pierced clitoris glitter as the light caught the diamond protruding past her swollen labia. Peter was almost drooling with lust. Again, Gloria and Peter followed Tanya’s pussy as she sat down. “Peter!” “Tanya!” “It’s your turn to deal.” Gloria lost the hand, and her dress. She too was wearing a black silky g-string. I could see the thin line of the material bury itself between her pouting lips as she sat on the floor, her legs crossed. “Hmmm, this is getting interesting,” I commented as Gloria dealt another hand. Tanya lost. “Forfeit, forfeit,” Peter shouted like an excited school kid. Gloria held the winning hand. “Okay, let me see,” she tapped her lip lightly with a finger, then raised it in the air as a light bulb lit up when the forfeit popped into her head. “Tanya, you must stand in front of Dave and let him kiss you inner thighs.” Tanya did as instructed. She spread her legs apart enough to let me kiss both inner thighs. I could smell her excitement and see her vulva begin to glisten. Gloria lost the next round and her g-string. Her pussy had a neatly trimmed line of pubic hair that run from her clitoris hood towards her navel for about two inches. Her vulva was damp too. “Okay I won!” I announced. “Okay, so what now?” Peter asked. “Well,” Tanya explained, “the losers play another hand and the loser of that hand has to do a forfeit dictated by Dave.” Gloria and Peter nodded heads in understanding. Tanya lost. “Okay,” I mused, “Tanya, you have to kneel between Gloria and Peter and place two fingers inside Gloria’s pussy and give Peter thirty wanks at the same time.” “What!?” Gloria, embarrassed now, her chest and face blushing. “It’s the rule, the winner, me, gets to chose the forfeit. You all lost and Tanya lost the loser’s hand, so she has to do what I tell her and you must comply too.” Peter smiled at the thought of having his ex girlfriend wank his cock. Gloria had never touched, or been touched by another woman, and was clearly embarrassed. “Don’t worry, Gloria. Imagine my fingers are Dave’s or Peter’s.” Tanya knelt and wet her fingers by inserting them into her own pussy. Gloria couldn’t believe what was happening and Peter’s cock betrayed his thoughts. Tanya slowly inserted one, then two fingers into Gloria. Gloria gasped as she felt Tanya touch her special spot. Peter’s cock was clasped by Tanya’s right hand. She slowly peeled his foreskin back, exposing his purple head. Gloria watched her new friend slowly wank her husband. She felt herself relaxing as she too was masturbated. Her juice begun to moisten Tanya’s fingers, increasing her lubrication. It must have been several minutes later when Tanya asked, “Who’s counting?” “I thought you were,” I answered, laughing. “You’ll just have to start again… one, two, three.” Tanya felt Gloria’s vagina firm up around her fingers. She had found Gloria’s g-spot and Gloria was beginning to orgasm. Peter’s cock was like iron, and that too began to flinch. “Okay you two,” I announced, “time to change. Peter, you must fuck Gloria.” There were no objections as Tanya stood and then sat on my knee as we watched Peter insert his rod into his wife’s wet pussy. It couldn’t have been more than a dozen or so thrusts before Gloria began to groan and Peter grunt. He exploded into his wife as she let out a muffled scream as she too reached a climax. “Okay, the next game is… what is it called?” Tanya asked as the turned to me raising the pens and post-its. I shrugged my shoulders, “Dare or Truth?” I didn’t know. “Okay, all you have to do is write a dare or truth on each post-it, then we’ll drop them in a bowl and draw one out at a time. Taking turns, we have to do the dare or tell the truth. Okay?” We spent five minutes scribbling on paper, scrunching them up and tossing them in a fruit bowl. “Okay, Dave, you won the last game, you go first,” Tanya ordered. I closed my eyes and plucked a pot-it from the bowl. “Okay, let me see. How many different partners have I fucked? Well, I’ll have to think about that one. Hmm, about twenty I would say, maybe a couple more. Gloria, your turn.” Trembling, Gloria took a post-it. “Where is the kinkiest place you’ve made love? Well that’s easy, on a train.” “That’s not so kinky, Tanya and I have made out several times in a train toilet.” “No, it wasn’t in a toilet. It was over a dining table, with the ticket collector.” Peter stared at his wife. It was obvious she hadn’t told him about her ticket collection. “I had lost my purse and the collector insisted I give him my ticket or pay the full fair. I had neither ticket nor money, so I offered him a blowjob instead, thinking he wouldn’t accept and just let me off. He did accept and took me to the dining car, which just happened to be out of service due to technical problems on the train. Still, he had the biggest cock I’ve ever had. It must have been at least nine inches. He made me cum three times before he came. Peter was hard again. His wife’s confession had clearly excited him. “Next,” Tanya said as she passed the bowl to Peter. “Oh, this one’s easy.” He stood up and began singing Tom Jones’s ‘Delilah’. We all burst out laughing as he mimicked Tom Jones’s hip movements. His cock slapped against his thighs, remnants of leaked fluid flew through the air and landed on Gloria’s left breast. Two choruses later, Peter sat down as we gave him a round of applause. “Do you often play these sort of games in your special parties?” asked Gloria. “No, not often, only when we have new or nervous people joining us, perhaps they’ve never fucked anyone but their partners before, so it’s understandable that they get nervous.” Tanya offered the bowl to me. “I’m going to enjoy this,” I told everyone as I crawled across the floor toward Gloria. The look on her face was a mixture of excitement and fear. “I’m going to lick your pussy.” “Bloody hell,” Gloria let out as she glanced to her husband. Peter shrugged his shoulders, “well, if that’s what the dare is, then he has to do it!” I gently pushed Gloria onto her back and she laid out flat, spreading her legs slightly, but not enough for me to get into her. I prised her legs apart further and with my left hand, exposed her clitoris using finger and thumb. I could feel her tremble as she anticipated my tongue. Although she wiped herself dry following her fuck with Peter, I cold still smell his presence and see some creamy fluid ooze from Gloria’s vagina. I lapped at her clitoris. She gasped. I ran my tongue along the length of her slit, gently probing as it passed over her opening. I felt her legs move further apart as she began to relax and enjoy my ministrations. She did taste like Tanya, I decided after several minutes. And I could also taste the saltiness of Peter’s remnants. Gloria shuddered as she climaxed on my tongue. Peter and Tanya clapped and cheered as I lifted my head, juices covered my nose, mouth and chin. Tanya then kissed me to taste her new friend on my mouth. She licked me clean. When we stopped kissing, we turned to see Peter and Gloria in a passionate embrace. Tanya and I smiled at each other and kissed again. I felt her hand on my cock, pulling back my foreskin. Then, her finger massaged the small globule of pre-cum into my cock head. I reached down and placed a finger into Tanya’s wet pussy. She let out an almost inaudible moan. I knew exactly how and where to touch Tanya, and within a minute, she was flooding my hand with her juices. Peter was now on top of his wife. I could see his hard cock slide in and out of Gloria’s pussy. The glistening shaft told me that Gloria must have been as worked up as Tanya. He pounded her, grunting with each thrust. Tanya dropped her head and begun to lick my cock. Her tongue teased my shaft as she licked from my balls to the head and back. My fingers had changed gear and were now frigging Tanya’s pussy, trying to make her orgasm more intense. It appeared to do the trick; Tanya shuddered and tensed as she came on my fingers, her juice trickling down the length of her vulva and ass, dampening the carpet. Peter’s grunting had become more urgent; Gloria had also joined in the lover’s chorus as she too groaned with each thrust. His pussy juice soaked cock slapped loudly in and out of Gloria. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Gloria began to shout at her husband. Peter continued his relentless thrusting. Tanya squeezed my balls gently as she felt my orgasm approach. Her mouth’s suction told me she wanted to take every drop. I obliged and erupted, sending torrents of semen into the back of Tanya’s throat. Her gagging didn’t stop her from swallowing and not a drop was spilt. “Ahh, ahhmmm,” Peter groan as his final thrust ground his groin hard against Gloria’s mound. We could see his body flinch with each wave of pleasure as he exploded into Gloria. Gloria’s nails dug into her husband’s ass as her orgasm ravaged through her body. Her eyes wide open and yet she saw nothing; blinded by the thunderous orgasm that had just wrenched her body. Peter collapsed, resting his full weight on his wife. Both had their eyes closed now and were catching their breath. Beads of perspiration run down Peter’s back, forming a small pool between his kidneys. “Wow,” Peter whistled when he begun to come around. “That was fantastic.” Gloria pursed her lips and blew some strands of her hair that had fallen across her face. “Don’t move,” she ordered as Peter tried to lift himself off her, “keep still.” Tanya finished teasing the last drop from my softened cock, then stood and went into the kitchen, returning moments later with more drinks. “Come on you two, get up, we haven’t finished the game yet,” she demanded. Gloria groaned as Peter slid out of her semen filled pussy, his cock dripping their fluids onto the rug. “I’m going to have to rest awhile,” he announced, “that was so intense.” We didn’t continue the game of dare and truth. Tanya and I just watched our guests, smiling, knowing that Peter and Gloria would probably want more in a little while and definitely want to know more about other parties. True enough, the conversation was thick with group sex, orgies, swapping, threesomes, foursomes, you name it, we spoke it. After an hour or so, sitting naked on the floor and sofa, Gloria announced that she and Peter had to leave, “We told the sitter we’d be home by midnight.” “No problems,” Tanya answered, “perhaps you’d like to join us again? It’s up to you guys how far you want to take this, there’s no pressure and you can call a stop any time you like, we won’t be offended. After all, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea.” Peter looked at Gloria, Gloria at Peter. Smiling, Gloria said, “Well it’s been the best sex of my life tonight. I wouldn’t mind trying something like this again. We’ll sleep on it and talk over the weekend, Tanya.” Tanya nodded and stood to pull on her panties. Peter and Gloria dressed and were soon kissing us goodnight. *** “I bet Gloria wouldn’t have objected if you fucked her tonight,” Tanya teased as we laid in bed. “And Peter’s dying to get his cock in me too.” “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I considered. “Come here and sit on this.” *** I guess I could end this story right about here, but there’s more… Friday evening, the telephone rang. “Hello?” Tanya answered. “Oh hi Gloria… no, no problem, what can I do for you?” Tanya listened intently,” …okay, are you sure about this?.. well, if you’re positive; remember, once it’s done, there’s no going back… fine, fine… yes… okay, I’ve got nothing planned, what time?.. yeah, okay, okay… yeah, bye,” she hung up the receiver and giggled. “What was that all about?” “It was Gloria. She wants her belly-button pierced and a tattoo,” Tanya giggled. “She says that after Thursday night’s game, Peter kept on about my diamond belly-button and clit and my tattoo. Then, in the heat of their love-making last night, she finally gave in to his suggestions. She’s decided to get her belly-button done and a small tattoo,” Tanya chuckled, “Can you believe it? Anyway, she wants me to go to the tattooist tomorrow with her. Peter doesn’t know she’s having it done, he thinks she’s going into town with me for a shopping trip.” “Hey, this is scary,” I told her after I stopped laughing. “I’m sure Peter’s lost it. First of all, she looks like, then she tastes like you, now she wants body art like yours… what next?” Tanya looked me in the eye, her face sobering up as my words sunk in, then after a moment or two she screamed in laughter. I joined her as we both saw the funny side of it. *** Ding. The doorbell rang as Tanya closed the door behind her. Gloria stood in the middle of the room, staring at the graphics on the posters that almost completely covered the walls. On a long bench, more pictures of tattoos we filed in ring binders. “That’s a nice one, I like that,” Gloria said, pointing to a small red devil with a wicked grin on his face. “That would be perfect. What do you think?” Tanya thought about her angel tattoo, ‘this is scary,’ then another thought, ‘a devil against my angel!’ She chuckled, not at the funny looking tattoo, but at her own thoughts as my words echoed in her head. “Yeah, it’s nice; not too intrusive.” “Or this one?” Gloria pointed out a little butterfly. “Ah, that’s better,” Tanya sighed. “That’s more tasteful,” she added. “Hello, can I help you?” The tattooist, a bearded fat little man in his mid twenties asked. Introducing Peter & Gloria “Ah, yes please,” Tanya replied after a moment’s silence. Gloria was too engrossed in the tattoo catalogue to answer. “My friend wants a small tattoo and a navel piercing.” “No problem. Have you decided which tattoo you would like?” he pointed the question at Gloria. “Ah, there’s so many to choose from. How about this one?” Gloria pointed out the little butterfly. “A good choice madam,” patronised the tattooist. “We have some nice bees too, would you like to see them before you make your final decision?” “No, I think I’ll have this one,” Gloria said, tapping her finger on the butterfly in the catalogue. “Would you like to come this way?” he asked, pointing to a beaded doorway. It reminded Tanya of a corny porno movie she one watched where the beaded doorway lead to a cave filled with torture utensils, whips, cuffs, chain, wooden benches, etc.. The tattooist’s cave was more like a dental surgery. The white tiled walls and terracotta floor tiles were spotless. A workbench had various stainless steel instruments in a steel tray along with jars filled with cotton buds, swabs, razors, and many other items she didn’t have a clue what they were called, or even what they were for. In the centre of the room, a long cushioned purpose-built table with ankle holsters could have been something out of a gynaecologist’s examination room. Tanya recalled the shop in Tenerife where she had her tattoo and piercing… there was no comparison; this guy was a professional. The pain brought a tear to Gloria’s eyes as the tattooist told her he’d almost finished. The buzz of his ink pen filled the room. Gloria had laid our on the table, her panties removed and her think line of pubic hair shaved off by the tattooist. “We can’t have hair growing on my canvas,” he joked with the girls as he wiped away the remnants of shaving cream, then sterilised Gloria’s mound. “Finished.” The girls admired his workmanship. The butterfly appeared to be landing on Gloria’s clitoris hood. It was tastefully done, not like some of the tattoos people see these days on kid’s shoulders and backs. This was quality work. “Wow, that looks great,” Tanya told Gloria and they gazed at the reddened skin. “Okay, piercing,” he announced as he pressed a button at the side of the table. Gloria felt slow movement as a motor purred. A moment later, she was sat at a shallow angle and her legs were lowered at the foot of the table. “I need to place your ankles in these,” he pointed at the ankle cuffs/supports, “just in case you decide to try and close your legs when I’m at a critical point in the piercing process.” “I never had those when I had my piercing,” Tanya said, “I just had to lie down on a cold table and let it all happen.” Tanya blushed slightly as she realised what she said didn’t quite sound like what she meant to say. Gloria giggled; the tattooist shook his head. “Finished,” the tattooist announced, admiring his work. Gloria had felt the pressure, but no pain. He had anaesthetised locally, all she felt was coldness when he sprayed her pussy with the anaesthetic. “That wasn’t so bad,” Gloria told her friend and a shaky voice. “Mind if I take a photograph? I keep a record of my work to show other customers. Some of the pictures you saw in the catalogue were of my clients. Don’t worry, no-one will recognise you, I’ll zoom in on my work only.” “Go ahead,” Gloria told the artist. “Do you have any pictures of male piercings?” Tanya asked. “Sure,” the tattooist pulled a file from a cupboard and opened it about halfway. There you go. The pages were filled with nipple piercings. The next page had nose and eyebrow piercings. Nothing caught Tanya’s interest until she turned to the next page. A picture of, what must have been a ten inch cock almost filled the page. It was laden with steel. A ‘Prince Albert’ and chain, scrotum piercings, shaft piercings, Tanya couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She turned the page. Several cocks with foreskin piercings, nothing she fancied. The next page showed a female breast with a nipple piercing. “Well, something for your man?” “I don’t think so,” replied Tanya. “Some of these look so uncomfortable. How does one manage with a Prince Albert?” she asked no-one in particular. “No problem. It actually enhance my wife’s orgasms,” the tattooist stated proudly. “You mean…” the tattooist nodded his head and pointed to his crotch. “Can I see it?” Tanya asked. The tattooist unzipped his jeans, then popping his button, he dropped his jeans and boxers. His cock hung down with the weight of the piercings. “It used to be a meagre five inches before I had the piercings. I guess the weight of the shrapnel had given my old boy a bit of a workout. Well, it’s worked out for me anyway.” He chucked as Gloria and Tanya stared at the ten inches of steel encrusted meat. “You’re having me on right?” Gloria asked naïvely. The tattooist laughed aloud, his gut bouncing with every chuckle. “Well, some take it hook, line and sinker,” he laughed. Tanya and Gloria joined in with his jovial laughter. “Well,” Tanya eventually managed after the laughter subsided, “I’m afraid it’s not for me. But thanks for the look anyway.” “No problems.” He got back to business, explaining to Gloria how to prevent infection as he tucked his shirt back into his jeans. “I’ve had these printed, take one,” he offered a flyer on tattoo and piercings - hygiene tips. Gloria paid the man, took the advice flyer and the girls left the tattooist. “Right, now for some nice sexy underwear,” Gloria announced. *** A full week had passed without any contact with either Peter or Gloria. “Looks like the tattoo and piercing did the trick for Peter and Gloria,” I said as Tanya placed dinner on the table. “What’s he going to do next? Change his car and get a Merc like ours?” “I don’t think they’re that bad. Its just coincidence; millions of people have tattoos and pierced clits,” Tanya defended her ex-lover and his wife. “Yeah, but how many ex-boyfriends marry a woman who, not only looks like his ex-girlfriend, but also tastes like her, get herself tattoos and piercings like her, hell, I bet she’ll get highlights next.” I brushed my fingers through Tanya hair. As if on queue, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Tanya stood. “Hiya, didn’t expect to see you guys tonight,” kissing noises echoed in the hall. “Let me take your coats.” I could hear Peter’s voice, “Well, we were sitting, watching the television, the kids we just getting settled for bed, when the mother called over, almost ordering us out of the house. ‘Go for a drink or something’ she told us ‘I want to watch the film in wide-screen and you probably don’t’.” I immediately thought it was a made-up excuse to pop over, but I guess I didn’t really mind. We didn’t have anything planned, and I did enjoy their company last week. We drank the last of the beers and opened a bottle of single malt whiskey. The girls were happy with their red wine. And yes, the subject turned, as ever, to sex. “How’s the piercing?” I asked Gloria. “It’s perfect,” Peter answered before his wife could take the glass of wine from her lips. “Yes, I’m very pleased with it. I can’t believe how sensitive I am now. I only have to touch it for a few seconds, and my floodgates open up.” Gloria crimsoned when she realised what she’d said. I noticed she did that often, but I didn’t mind, Tanya and I found it quite amusing. “Yeah, it’s such a turn on,” Peter added. “Let’s see it then,” I ordered Gloria. Gloria stood, her thin dress already betraying her thoughts as her nipples tented the material. She reached under her dress and removed her panties. Then, slowly, as if to tease, she lifted the hem of her dress to reveal a shaven mound with a lovely butterfly that looked almost real, about to land on her clitoris. Her piercing protruded from her pussy lips that looked puffy, ‘perhaps they were still swollen from the piercing,’ I though as she pulled the fold of skin to expose her clitoris. “Fantastic,” I announced. “Yeah, that looks really great,” Tanya added. “Even better than it looked in the shop.” “Yeah, you can say that again. We’ve been at it all week. Between what happened last week and this, my cock is constantly hard,” Peter informed us. “Good for you, mate,” I told him. Gloria sat, not bothering to replace her panties. I looked at Tanya, she at me. We knew exactly why Peter and Gloria had visited. “Excuse us for a moment, will you? We just want to clear the kitchen, won’t be two ticks,” Tanya announced, taking my arm. “Well?” “Well I think she’s desperate for your cock, and he’s desperate to get his cock in me,” Tanya whispered. “I’ve got no problem with that.” “No me neither, it’s just a little creepy, that’s all” “Hmm, well, perhaps we’re looking for things that aren’t there and we’re trying to find excuses and evidence to back it all up. Why don’t we just take it as it comes and play it out? Perhaps it is just a coincidence that she looks like you and has your tastes; after all, you do have fantastic taste… you’re with me,” I joked. Tanya punched my arm at my tease, “Okay, perhaps I’m a little paranoid too.” “What are you guys up to?” Gloria asked, walking into the kitchen. “Oh, nothing, just saying how I like that old Black Sabbath song, Paranoid,” Tanya recovered. “Let’s refresh our glasses and relax in the lounge.” *** Gloria sat on Peter’s knee on one of the single chairs; Tanya and I flopped on the sofa. “So, what have you been up to, apart form shagging, all week?” I asked. Peter told how he’d taken the week off work to be with Gloria. How they’d had almost constant sex when the kids we at school and in the evenings. And how they’d talked about last week’s fun and games. “We thought we could, you know, join in some fun together?” Peter finished with his question. “Yes, I’d really like that,” Gloria added. ‘I’d really like that too,’ I thought. “Fine by me, what about you, Tanya?” Tanya stood and pulled off her t-shirt revealing her black-laced bra. Then, she unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to her ankle. Her thumbs tucked under elasticised waistband of her panties and they were promptly removed too. “Who’s next?” Tanya asked. Peter stood. His shirt buttons almost popped off as he pulled at the buttons, his trousers were off within seconds and his stiffening cock was exposed shortly after that. Gloria stood next and lifted her dress above her head. She was naked. I stood up, then slowly lifted my t-shirt over my head, teasing the girls in the process. Then, I undid my belt buckle and pulled it from their loops, letting it fall to the floor. Then, I popped the waist button and slowly unzipped the zipper. “You tease,” Tanya chided, “get on with and stop teasing us.” I let my jeans drop to the floor. My cock had begun to swell and it filled my boxer shorts. Tanya took hold and tugged them down, allowing my cock to spring free. “What shall we do now?” Gloria asked. “Well first of all, I’m going to put some music on and dim the lights a little,” I told her. “And then, I’m going to suck Peter’s cock,” Tanya announced. “Okay, okay. When Dave’s finished choosing a CD and dimmed the lights, I’m going to suck his cock too,” Gloria smiled. “Okay, I’m going to lay back on the sofa and let Gloria suck my dick,” I confirmed. “And I’m going to let Tanya suck my cock, and when I’m about to cum, I’m going to cum all over her lovely big tits. Then I’m going to massage my cum into her tits.” Peter’s cock twitched. “After Peter has massaged his cum in my tits, I’m going to let him lick my pussy,” Tanya continued. “And when Dave’s cums, I’m going to swallow every drop, because I like the taste of cum.” Gloria licked a finger. “And by the time I’ve given Tanya a good licking, my cock will be hard and I’m going to fuck her hard,” Peter added. “Okay, okay,” I laughed. “Enough already. Lets get on with it!” I pressed play and ‘The Greatest Love Songs In The World, Ever’ filled the room. I made sure the music wasn’t too loud so we could listen to each other’s moans and groans; that turns me on. Tanya was already knelt in from of Peter, here hand pulling back on his foreskin, tongue taking away the small drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. She let her head drop and engulfed the full length of his eight inches, her chin resting on his hairy scrotum. Gloria was extremely horny, she pushed me back onto the sofa and gobbled me up in almost the same movement. Her tongue rubbing against the underside of my shaft as she sank her head onto me, and then sucking hard as she lifted, making a loud slurping noise each time the tip of my cock head appeared at her lip. Our blowjobs continued for some time. Peter begun to groan as he told Tanya to swap positions with him so he could shoot his cum over her tits. She did and he wanked feverishly as his cock twitched, spraying globules and stream after stream of cream fluid over Tanya’s breasts, chin and nose. Tanya licked around her mouth, able to clean away some of Peter’s cum as Peter massaged his dribbling cock into Tanya’s lovely tits; her nipple standing fully erect. I could feel my urgency rising from deep inside. Gloria sensed my cumming and sucked even harder. I exploded onto the back of her throat causing her to flinch in surprise as the semen she expected unexpectedly hit the back of her throat. Gagging a little, she managed to swallow most, but my first ejaculation tends to produce a large quantity of semen, and Gloria struggled to take it all. The cum that escaped her, formed shiny rivulets at the corners of her mouth. Gloria smiled in contentment, her mouth opening slightly showing me a large pool of semen on her tongue. She let it dribble over my cock, and then she swallowed my cock again, cleaning away the remaining fluid. I had to pull her away, she was driving me wild as my cock resisted the tingling sensation you often get following orgasm. Peter’s head was buried between Tanya’s thighs. His tongue made lapping noised as he teased my wife, probing his tongue into her hole, and then sucking on her clitoris. Tanya loved having her clitoris sucked, especially when I tugged on her piercing; and from what I could see, Peter had just found this out for himself. I slid onto the floor as Gloria stood, spreading her legs, allowing me to move under her. Looking up, I could see her pouting inner vulva protruding through her outer lips. Her piercing was just a simple ring, but it was sexy enough. She lowered her pussy onto my face, her knees resting either side of my head. I ate Gloria’s pussy, tasting her juices that were very sweet and remarkably similar to Tanya’s. Gloria begun to squirm on my face her pussy grinding down hard on me; all I had to do was stick out my tongue, and Gloria just fucked it. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm. Convulsions ripped through her as she soaked my face with her ejaculation. “Stick it in, stick it in,” she ordered me. I strained to get my tongue further inside her as she almost suffocated me. Eventually, Gloria slowed up and raised herself off my face. Across the room, Peter was pounding his cock deep into Tanya. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, her ankles resting on Peter’s shoulders. His cock glistened in the low lighting as the shaft slid in and out. Tanya moaned in pleasure as she felt his cock rub against her special place. Her juices formed micro-rivers from her reservoir to the see, a large damp spot on the chair. My cock was hard now too and I wanted to sink it into Gloria. I had visions of this since first seeing her at her New Year’s party, and then again on the night we played strip bingo when I tasted her pussy. Well lubricate, she was surprisingly tight. I teased my cock along the length of her vagina, pausing every time it covered her opening. Gloria held her breath each time, expecting me to penetrate, but I didn’t, I continued to tease. Across the room, I could hear Peter groan. Surely he wasn’t cumming so soon? ‘Tanya will be pissed’ I thought. I hadn’t even sunk my cock into Gloria yet. At that moment, Gloria grasped my cock with her right hand and pulled me onto her with her left. My cock slid into her with one smooth movement. Her tightness was heavenly; every pulse that beat in her body, every contraction, was relayed to my cock. I felt like she had someone inside, working on my cock as I began to fuck her. Gloria’s eyes closed as she savoured the sensations. I felt someone behind me; Tanya gently touched my ass. I turned my head to see her dip a finger in her pussy, then tease the finger in the crack of my ass, letting it slide over my hole. Tanya’s lips gently kissed my shoulder as she watched my cock slide in and out of Gloria. Peter was sat on the chair still, exhausted by the look on his face, and his cock limp and dry. Tanya had taken him in her mouth after he had filled her with his cum, and sucked any remaining semen from his body. Gloria moaned with pleasure as another orgasm began to rise in her. I felt Tanya’s finger, wet and gooey, apply a little pressure on my ass-hole. They, my hole gave into her pressure, sinking up to her second knuckle. She searched for my spot and found it. Knowing what that did for me, Tanya smiled and kissed my lips. I felt my ejaculation course through me as I emptied into Gloria, sending her over the top, her pussy crushing my cock in the process. At my side, Tanya leaned forward, her finger slipping from me. I could see Peter knelt behind her, then pull open her ass cheaks, exposing her pink wetness. Peter leaned forward and sank his tongue into Tanya’s pussy, his nose pressed against her ass. I looked down at Gloria, beads of perspiration on her lovely breasts, nipples erect and pussy soaked with the mixture of her juice and my semen. I rubbed my wet cock against Gloria’s nipples as Gloria fingered her pussy, tasting my semen as she licked her fingers dry. I slid down between her thighs, running my tongue over her navel, then teasing her piercing. Gloria shuddered as I lapped her swollen sex. We talked a while, about our holidays mainly, and judging by their body language, Peter would have wanted to join us on our Tenerife holiday we had already booked. Tanya and I retold our story of our first Tenerife visit; Gloria touched herself as Tanya told about Terry, June and Franz, and how she felt the first time she had made out with another man. We fucked each other once more that evening before Gloria and Peter decided they needed to get home; after all it was 3am. As we said farewell in the doorway, Peter invited us to their place anytime, as long as we brought Geoff and Siân along and as long as the kids were in bed, hinting to make it a late night. “So?” Tanya asked as Peter and Gloria disappeared around the corner. “So what?” “So, do you like Peter and Gloria now?” “I have to admit, I did have reservations, but since the New Year’s party, they have grown on me, and tonight was pretty good too. I think we have another couple to add to our list of friends.” ************************** Let me know if you enjoy my ramblings. I have been asked to write a story for a Literotica reader and I will, with pleasure, so watch out for ‘Stranger’ in a couple of month’s. Oh yes, if you do like this story, or any of my other ramblings, please do feedback and let me know - good or bad; and don’t forget, people have campaigned hard over the centuries to give us the right, so use it and vote!