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A Long Weekend

By: kellygirlaj



My three best friends got together and decided to surprise me for my birthday by inviting me to a cabin for the weekend. I'd never been to a rustic cabin before, so this was new to me. They picked me up after work on Friday, which was my birthday. This cabin was so far out in the sticks, no one would hear us for miles, which is what I think they intended. The land around the cabin was beautiful, and there was even a little pool area in the back. The cabin sported four bedrooms, each with its own bathroom, a large kitchen with a sturdy wooden kitchen table and benches, and a large dining room table big enough for eight. 

The living room sported a fireplace and bay windows, which looked out over the mountainous terrain. They had planned a great dinner for me in front of a roaring fire in the fireplace. When we got to "dessert", they decided to play a card game. It was originally supposed to be strip poker, but since I don't know how to play poker, we played strip 21. The rules were as follows: whoever loses a hand had to take off one article of clothing. After a few hands, all of us were in various states of undress, Malina had on a T-shirt and panties, Nina had on her thong, Jordana had on just her bra and panties, but no one was completely naked. After the next two hands, I was down to my bra and panties. I noticed this look pass between Jordana and Nina, and I started to ask what was going on. Malina said not to worry, all would be explained soon. 

Let me describe my friends: Jordana is from Egypt, she's 5'6", she has long, flowing black hair, hazel eyes, 36D breasts, 130 lbs., has curvy hips and long legs. Nina is from Texas, 5'4", Black, with long braids, brown eyes, 40D breasts, 135 lbs. and has curvy hips. Malina is the shortest of us, she stands just 5'3", she's from New Jersey, she has long blonde hair, blue eyes, 34C breasts, 120 lbs., and she is really cute. I am 5'5", Black, I'm from New York, I have black hair, brown eyes, 140 lbs., 40D breasts, and I have curvy hips and long legs.

After the next two hands, I lost, and had to remove my bra and panties, which I did. Now that I was out of the game, I just sat there and wondered what would happen next. Malina said that the birthday present from them to me would be a cunnilingus session I'd never forget, and I had to do what they asked me. They knew I hadn't had any in quite a while, because I wasn't dating anyone, so they were going to help me out. I was like, ok. Nina lost the next hand, so she got to go first. 

Nina took me into one of the bedrooms, and Jordana and Malina stayed in the living room. She really wanted me bad, but said she would take her time with me. She told me to get up onto the bed, lean back and relax. "I've been wanting to do this for a really long time," she crooned. She laid down next to me, and kissed me full on the lips, slipping her tongue in my mouth while stroking my breasts and nipples. Just kissing her made me wet. She left off kissing me, and began to suck on my nipples. When she got to my pussy, I was so wet, I couldn't believe it. She slid her fingers in my pussy, and her tongue began lapping away. I could hear Malina and Jordana in the living room going at it, because Malina was screaming "Yes, yes, yes!!" I didn't want to make too much noise, but hearing them made me even hornier. I never heard them enter the room, but I opened my eyes in time to see Malina lay down on the bed next to me, and Jordana sliding her fingers into Malina's dripping pussy. She wrapped her lips around Malina's clit and began humming away at it, which made Nina do the same to me, which made me forget that Malina and Jordana were even in the room! I threw my head back and just let out a wail when I began to come. After a few minutes, Jordana and Malina joined Nina, and they were touching and caressing me all over, doing whatever they felt like doing, playing with my breasts and sucking on my nipples. I just raised my arms up in surrender, spread my legs wider, and did nothing to stop it. Not that I wanted to; it felt so good.

After a while, we all switched places. Nina and I got into a hot 69. Jordana placed her pussy on Malina's face, and she went to town on it. When Jordana began to cum, I had to stop playing with Nina to watch. They rolled over, and Malina sat on Jordana's chest. Her breasts are so big that Malina was able to ride on one of them, and she tickled herself into an orgasm. While she was riding Jordana, Jordana was sucking on her other nipple. I was so in awe of them. Nina wanted to ride my face, so I let her. While I was sucking her pussy, Malina came and started in on mine. Jordana stood up on the bed in front of Nina, and Nina ate her out. Then, Jordana joined in with Malina, so now I had two tongues working my pussy. Ohhhh, it felt so good, I couldn't concentrate on Nina anymore. Nina got up, shooing Malina and Jordana away. "I want this!" she said.

After we stopped, I said, "I didn't know you guys were lesbians." They said they weren't, they were straight, except for Nina, but they wanted to try it with me and each other. The next day, it would be someone else's turn, but today was for me. I was already lying on Jordana's breast. It smelled so sweet, I couldn't resist a lick at her nipple. As I began sucking on it, she moaned. I slid my fingers between her legs, and found her clit, making her come in record time. When she came down, she said if I'd be good now, she'd let me lick her in the morning. So we fell asleep. 

In the morning, I was the first to wake up. After I went to the bathroom, I came back and snuggled next to Jordana. I began kissing and nibbling on her neck. She came awake slowly when I started sucking on her nipple. I asked her to come into one of the other bedrooms with me, and she said ok. Once she was out of the bathroom, she got on the bed, and I kissed her the way Nina had kissed me. I kissed my way down her sides and stomach, finally coming to rest at her pussy. She asked if I had done this before, and I shook my head slowly, since I was sucking and humming on her clit. She almost came off the bed, so I must have been doing a good job. She came in my mouth. She tasted so sweet, and I swallowed her cum. I came up and kissed her full on the mouth. She kissed me back and drank her cum from me. Malina and Nina heard us on their way back from the bathroom. They joined us on the bed, and we made a daisy chain, each of us sucking on someone's pussy, so no one was left out. I don't think we ate any food or drank anything that whole day, except each other. We ate each other inside the cabin, outside the cabin, on the grass, on the front porch swing, in the shower, in the pool in the backyard, anywhere we could think of. Sometimes it was all of us; sometimes it was two of us while the other two watched. 

On the third day, we finally took a break. We cooked and ate some of the food that was there, but we never did get dressed, in case someone wanted a little taste. We stayed naked, or nearly naked, the entire weekend. Finally, I had to ask, "What made you come up with this idea?" Malina said she'd always been a little curious, and wanted to know what the big deal was. Jordana admitted she had been with a woman before, and wanted to see if our best friends club could reach the same heights she'd reached. That made me the only "virgin". We decided to make another daisy chain before we left to go home, and everybody screamed until we couldn't scream anymore. 

When we left, we promised to do it again when it was someone else's birthday, because they were right, I'd never forget this weekend.

A Long Weekend



Saturday morning I was awake early, really excited about my wife's plans for the day. I showered first, while my wife pulled out some alternative outfits to choose the most suitable outfit for flashing her knickers and tits.

"This is the shortest skirt I've got, and it's fairly tight, so it's actually quite difficult to avoid flashing my panties. What do you think?"

"It's perfect. Since it's a neutral beige in colour, I think some contrasting panties would be ideal. How about these purple ones?"

"But they're thongs, I never wear thongs with skirts, you know that, it shows all my bulges."

"But you can't wear granny knickers when you are out flashing. No guy wants to see an up-skirt of big knickers, and they're all going to be looking up your skirt, so the only bulge will in their trousers."

"Ha, ha, good point. Ok, the purple ones it is. Now, am I allowed a bra?"

"Only if it's a push up."

"I don't own a push up, my tits don't need it."

"Well I guess they don't need a bra then."

"Fine, the guys can watch them bouncing."

"Perfect."

We set off for the mall, parked the car, then started walking towards one of my wife's favourite shoe shops. As we walked through the mall every guy ogled my wife's bouncing tits. They're a good size and self supporting, so they already look great, and moving about as she walked made it obvious that there was no bra underneath the V neck sweater.

"You realise that my nipples are starting to get erect from rubbing on the sweater?"

"Yes, I noticed. You look great. Every guy walking past has also noticed."

"I saw them looking. One nearly crashed into the bottom of the escalator, he was staring so intently. We'll go into this shoe shop, as they have a couple of male assistants. No point in flashing my knickers and boobs at girls."

"The guys are busy at the moment."

"I'll just browse and select the shoes I want to try on. When one of them comes free, grab him."

"Ok."

A few minutes later I got hold of a boy. He can only have been about 20, but I was sure he would appreciate my wife's charms.

She gave him the shoes that she wanted to try on in her size, leaning forward to pick them up off the floor, giving him a clear view down her top at the swinging boobs. A few minutes later he was back, and sitting on a stool in front of her. She started trying on the first shoe, but then insisted that he help her to put them on. Once he was doing the job, she leaned back a little, allowing her legs to open slightly. He just stared between her legs, no longer doing anything with the shoe.

"I don't mind you looking up my skirt, but I do need you to put the shoe on my foot."

"Oh sorry, I'm so sorry!" he spluttered as he looked into her eyes, trying not to look up her skirt or at her proudly erect nipples.

"You can't put shoes on my feet without looking at them, I told you I don't mind you getting a view of my panties, just put the bloody shoe on!"

"Ok, sorry."

"What do you think?"

"You're beautiful."

"I meant about the shoe."

"Oh, yes, sorry. I don't think they suit you."

"Neither do I. Swap for that one."

She went through six shoes, giving him an amazing private show, before deciding which pair she wanted. Obviously the most expensive, but then that's how my wife is. She sent the boy to get the left matching shoe, so she could check that they both fit. Trying both on together gave him another show, after which she walked up and down a bit, wiggling her tits. Finally she bent forward in front of him to take them off. He must have had a wonderful view of her tits, even from where I was standing I could see her nipples. Several other guys could as well.

We left the shoe shop and headed for a fashion store where my wife tried on a series of thin summer dresses. Several guys were waiting for their fat, frumpy wives to try on clothes that made them look even fatter, and they all enjoyed the show. She tried on a few dresses, which were more like T shirts, then whilst wearing them she'd pick out others that were up high, so when she reached up for them we could all see her purple thong. We were there ages, and she bought a few things, including a flared summer skirt, which she said was ideal for a windy summer's day.

"It's windy today." I pointed out.

"So it is, I'll just pop to the loo in M & S and put it on."

She came out of the loo in the new skirt looking good enough to eat. The skirt was quite short, thin enough to see through, with a light flowery pattern which matched her knickers and jumper. We chose some nice sandwiches for lunch, and then set off out of the mall to go to the small park, to sit on the grass and eat our lunch.

As soon as we were outside the wind blew her skirt straight up. Since she was carrying a bag in each hand, she couldn't push it back down. She turned and handed the bags to me, by which time her skirt was completely up around her chin, giving everyone a clear view of her tiny, lacy purple thong. She finally got some control of the skirt, but she was pretty ineffective and continued to give good views all the way to the park.

We ate our lunch, sitting on the grass, with every guy who walked up the path getting a treat. When we'd finished we just chatted for a while, both of us agreeing that we loved what she'd been doing and must do it often. At that point one of the guys walking up the path turned off the path and onto the grass walking straight towards us. He was young, probably early twenties, and I imagine women would think him good looking. He approached my wife, looking into her eyes rather than up her skirt, then dropped to sit on the grass right in front of her feet.

"I just wanted to thank you for giving us all such a wonderful show."

"That's ok, I hope you enjoyed it?"

"Oh I did, very much."

I realised that he'd been quite cunning as my wife had no choice but to keep her knees up, as the only way she could stretch them out would require her to open them either side of him. This meant he was guaranteed a good view and easy access. He started to make use of the access by putting his hand on her knee, then stroking down her raised thigh towards her thong. Not all the way, but enough to push the skirt right down to her panties, showing her legs completely. His hand started to stroke nearer and nearer to her pussy.

"You have beautiful legs."

"Thank you. Are you enjoying stroking them?"

"Very much. Are you enjoying me stroking them?"

"Of course."

They were gazing lustfully into each others eyes, and I had an embarrassingly hard erection, confined in my trousers and pants.

His hand reached the gusset of her thong. I could tell by the sharp intake of breath.

"That's very naughty...but also nice."

"I suspect you've been naughty all morning, you must be horny as hell."

"I am, oh that's nice, mmmmnnn, that's the spot."

"I know...just relax and I'll make you cum."

"You're confident."

"Well, you're already soaking wet."

"Oh, that's so good, right on my clit, don't stop."

"I won't, just relax and let it wash over you."

"I am, oh, I'm going to cum, I can feel it starting, oh I'm cumming, don't stop, I can cum again, don't stop, oohhhh God that's so good."

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh I definitely did. Now I must do something for you. Scoot a bit closer and undo your shorts."

He got close to my wife, so no-one could see between them except us, then she fished his cock out and started to stroke it. It seemed quite long, but fairly thin. Anyway, he was clearly enjoying the hand job, as he leaned in to kiss my wife while she wanked him. Then my wife broke off the kiss, leaned forward into a kneeling position, and took his cock into her mouth. She was massaging his balls with one hand, and slurping on his cock with her mouth.

I couldn't believe it, she never gave me blow jobs. As he got close to cumming he put his hand on the top of her head, but it wasn't necessary, she clearly wasn't about to pull off.

A few moments more and he was starting to cum. He looked over at me and winked. It was so humiliating. My wife kept sucking and massaging his cock, getting every drop of cum out of him. Eventually she was finished, and lifted up her head with her mouth tightly closed. She looked over at me and gestured with her index finger. I crawled over to her and she put her hand behind my head, then rocked forward so I was half lying back, supported by her hand, and then she leaned in and kissed me passionately. As she did his cum slithered off her tongue and into my mouth. She used her tongue to swirl it around my mouth and push it towards my throat. Pulling away from the kiss, she held my nose and said.

"Swallow all of it."

I had no choice, and when it was all gone she handed me some fizzy orange drink to wash it down.

"Good boy. I'm sure you'll get the hang of this quickly."

"He's a natural, " the boy commented.

"I know, he just hasn't quite accepted it yet. Give me your phone number and we can get together somewhere more private."

He told her the number, which she entered onto her i phone.

"What's your name?"

"Sam. Shall I have your number?"

"No Sam, I'll ring you when I'm ready. It may be two or three weeks."

"Am I going to get to fuck you?"

"Oh yes, definitely, but you must be patient."

"Ok, I'll get off then."

They kissed again, passionately, and for a long time. I felt like a spare prick at a wedding. So that was my timescale two or three weeks, and I would be a total cuckold. I was pretty close already.

"Come on hubby, time to go home and warm up your backside."

"Oh, ok my love."

"Don't over think it my darling. I'll always love you and you'll always be my husband. But I need more sex, from more men, and you get so turned on by the idea. I assume you're hard now?"

"Yes my love."

"Well then..."

We packed up and left the park, with my wife's skirt flying happily in the breeze, letting everyone see her soaked panties.

When we got home my wife immediately ordered me to strip. Once I was naked she produced a pair of handcuffs from the sideboard drawer, plus a ping pong bat, one of my leather belts, the heaviest one, and a leather paddle with pink raised hearts, which she'd obviously bought. I've seen paddles like that on one of my wife's favourite sites, they also sell cock cages, so I expect that's where mine will come from.

She cuffed my wrists behind my back, then sat on the cream leather sofa and patted her knee, to instruct me to lie across her left knee. She trapped my legs by putting her right leg over the backs of both mine, then she grabbed the cuffs and pushed my arms up towards my neck.

"Right, I'm going to work my way through these implements, starting with the bat, then the paddler, then the belt. You'll need to buy a cane, as I'm going to be disciplining you every week from now on. I'm going to do fifteen minutes with each implement, with a short break between each."

"That's forty five minutes of punishments!"

"This isn't punishment darling, this is discipline, and yes, I can work out what three times fifteen is. Now shut up, or I'll make it twenty minutes."

"Oh God!"

"Don't blaspheme!"

Whack!

The first hit of the bat hurt much more than I had imagined, the second followed quickly, and then blow after blow hit my exposed arse.

"As I go on whacking your arse, you're going to be in a lot of pain. You're going to start begging and crying, which is fine, so long as you understand that it won't affect what I'm doing. There is no remission of this sentence. You should also know that I am absolutely loving hurting you like this. I was so happy when you decided this was a fetish you wanted to try, but you must understand that the trial is over, this is going to be a regular part of our life. Do you understand?"

"Yes my love, but it already hurts so much."

"I'm sure it does, and it's going to get much worse. You should know that it's already making me horny."

As she talked the clock ticked slowly on, and she kept hitting me, again, and again, and again.

"It will in future be possible for you to influence the length of time of your discipline by behaving exceptionally well, particularly with regard to my sex life. If, for instance, you give me lots of orgasms with your tongue, then encourage and help me to have lots of sex with lots of hunky guys, and make it clear how happy it makes you that I'm having such great sex, then I may reduce the time to ten minutes with each. If, on the other hand you whine about how horny you are, or how long it's been since your last orgasm, or fail to be enthusiastic about my frenetic love life, then I will certainly increase the time, and perhaps add another implement. Have you understood all that?"

"Yes my love. Please, you are hurting me so much, please stop."

"No."

I started to cry. Not a little tear in the corner of my eyes, but racking, uncontrolled sobs. Blubbering, sniffling, begging.

"Wow, this is so much fun!"

Then suddenly she stopped.

"That seemed like so much less than fifteen minutes," she lamented.

"Not to me," I blubbed back.

"Have a five minute break, then we'll start on the paddle."

I stood up, but neither of us seemed to know what to do during the break. I was trying to stop crying, and eventually I regained control of myself. My wife started stroking my cock gently. Despite my pain I was hard in seconds.

"This is turning out to be an amazing day. It's the first day of our new lives, and I'm loving every second of it. Earlier I was annoyed that I couldn't go home with Sam and have sex with him all afternoon, but doing this to you is making up for it."

"Oh, good, I guess."

She started fondling my balls, then she started to squeeze them, then she was really squeezing hard.

"Please my love, you're hurting me."

"I know, I've just realised that there should be a punishment for these balls. Perhaps spanking with my hand, or hitting with a wooden spoon. What do you think?"

"I don't know my love, that all sounds painful to me."

"That is the general idea. We can experiment tomorrow, and see which is best."

"Oh, ok my love, if you say so."

"That's the right attitude. Now, it's time for the paddle."

The leather paddle hurt more than the bat, and, of course I was already injured which doubled the pain, so I started crying almost straight away, and blubbed all the way through the fifteen minutes. The pain just went on and on building. We had another break after the fifteen minutes, and we had some tea, which I had to drink standing up, as I couldn't possibly sit down.

For the final session, my wife had me lie forward over the kitchen table. She used the belt on an area from just above the backs of my knees, to the middle of my arse. Every blow hurt so much, with the ones to my bum the most painful. This was definitely the most painful implement of the three, but the blows came more slowly, which seemed more manageable. I still cried all the way through.

Eventually it was over, and we went to the bedroom. My wife instructed me to use my tongue between her legs, to give her a starter orgasm. After that she allowed me to fuck her, but I only lasted a couple of minutes.

"Well, that was certainly proof that I need to take lovers. You were pathetic, I hardly knew you were inside me before you squirted!"

"Sorry my love."

"Well, it does show how much our day turned you on, don't you think?"

"Yes my love."

"Well, you'd better go back to licking me. Don't stop until I tell you to."

I gave her two strong orgasms and cleaned all of my cum from her pussy before she stopped me. We went downstairs to relax and watch TV.

"You obviously can't sit, so you can get on your knees and continue licking me while I watch my girly programmes. Start with my arse, as it's a bit itchy since I went to the toilet."

"Yes my love"

The Sunday morning after our day of flashing we went to church. My wife is quite religious, and I've no idea how she squares giving a young student a blow job in the park right in front of me with being a Christian. Perhaps it was an act of charity.

After church we went to Tesco to buy food for a barbeque, as it was yet another hot, sunny day. When we got home, I opened a beer for me, and poured some Pinot Grigio over ice for my wife. She went on to the patio to sit in the sun and read her magazines, while I prepared the lunch, marinated the meat, set potatoes to bake, and so on. By one o'clock I was cooking on our gas barbeque, and my wife was stripped naked and sunbathing in our private garden. She looked so gorgeous and sexy, and I wanted her so much.

Over lunch my wife drank more wine, and I had another beer and a glass of Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon, which was excellent. We relaxed for a little while, then my wife stood up and held out her hand to me. She was still naked, so I assumed we were going to bed. My idea seemed to be confirmed when she led me to the bedroom.

"Ok baby, strip."

"With pleasure."

"We'll see."

Once naked I was pushed onto the bed, and my wrists and ankles were secured to the four bed posts by cable ties, which were a bit tight and hurt.

My wife climbed onto the bed next to me, reached between my legs with her left hand and grabbed my balls by the base, pulling them up clear of my body.

"Now we can try a few different methods to hurt your balls to see which gives you the most pain, for the minimum work for me. Ok sweetie?"

"Not really, my balls are really sensitive, and you are already hurting them."

"It's just because they are sensitive that they will be my main target for keeping you in line in the future. I'll start with just squeezing them. Try to concentrate on what I'm doing, so you can give an unbiased assessment of the pain level for each method."

"I don't think I'll have trouble concentrating my love."

"Good, I'll start squeezing now. Please tell me when the pain becomes unbearable."

"Ok."

She started to slowly increase the pressure on my balls from her right hand. It went from uncomfortable, to painful, to very painful, to agony.

"That's it, please stop, I can't stand any more"

She stopped increasing the strength of the squeeze, but didn't back off at all.

"I'm just trying to remember how hard this squeeze feels."

"Right."

"Ok, so now we have a benchmark for starting."

"What?"

"There's no point in squeezing less hard than this, as you can stand it. This amount of squeeze would be ok for discussing whether you want to take me shopping for some clothes or jewellery, or if you would prefer me to squeeze harder. It's not sufficient for a punishment though."

"Please don't squeeze any harder, it's agony now!"

"Agony is good, perfect in fact. Now I'm going to start squeezing harder, which is obviously going to hurt you a lot, so you can scream, and cry and beg as much as you want. No one can hear, and I won't take any notice, but please feel free to vocalise your pain. I'm not sure all that wine was a good idea. I am really getting turned on by hurting you, and I don't feel at all worried about permanently injuring you. There are plenty of men with big hard cocks who would love to fuck me, Don't you agree?"

"Yes my love, I agree, but please don't ruin my balls."

She started to squeeze harder, and harder, and I screamed, and screamed and begged and blubbed. Eventually she stopped increasing my pain, but I was in so much pain, I couldn't think straight, or do anything other than scream.

"Ok, I think that's about the right level for a punishment, what do you think?"

"No harder, p p please no harder!"

"Good. Now, I think this is a good time for some ground rules. Concentrate hard, this is important. Firstly I need you to tell me whose balls I'm squeezing?"

"Yours my love, they're all yours. Oh God this is hurting so much."




A Long Weekend



"Shut up! So, since these balls are mine, I'll do whatever I want with them, understood?"

"Yes my love."

"Good. You must never try to stop me from hurting them, never try to protect yourself, never run away, are you getting the idea?"

"Yes my love."

"I'm going to teach you a number of standard positions for you to get into when I call the appropriate instructions. I'll start with one, and when you've learnt it, I'll release your squishy balls."

"Oh God, please hurry."

"When I say I'm going to knee your balls, you open your legs, put your hands on the top of your head and look straight forwards. You must do nothing to protect yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes my love, I promise I understand."

She let go with her right hand and dropped my balls back between my legs, which also hurt, as they were so injured.

"I'm going to make some coffee and rest in the sun for a bit, while you recover. When I come back we can try the next method, open hand slapping. Don't go away."

She walked out of the room leaving me dreading what was to come next. My balls hurt so much and she was proposing to slap them.

At first I just lay, worrying about what was to come, but she was gone so long that I eventually fell asleep. I woke when I felt her digging her long sharp fingernails into the head of my shrunken penis. I screamed from the pain and the shock of waking like that.

"Aaaahh, did I hurt your little winky?"

"Yes, and I was asleep."

"I saw, and please tell me, who owns your winky?"

"You do my love."

"Good, now lets get started. I understand that you are already hurt, so I won't go on as long as I would normally for a punishment, but I just need to get a measure for how hard, ok?"

"I guess so my love, it isn't really my decision."

"That's a good answer, in fact it isn't your decision at all."

My wife grabbed the base of my balls in her left hand again, and started to whack me. I thought she would start softly and build up again, but she just went straight at it, hitting me as hard as she could. I hit the roof with screaming, jerking my body around, trying to avoid the blows which were raining down onto my trapped testicles.

"Stop struggling, I've told you about that already!"

"Oh God, please stop...please...it's too hard," I begged

"I'll stop when I'm ready, and that won't be until you've learned to stay still."

As she said this she punctuated each word with a slap. I tried so hard to stay still, but the blows hurt so much. Finally she stopped.

"That was fun. Did it hurt more ore less than the squeezing?"

"I don't know."

"Calm down and think."

"Ok, ok, a bit more, I think, if that's possible."

"Good, that's better. Now, I only did a few minutes because I want to get on to the last one, the wooden spoon. You stay there while I go and choose one."

"Ok my love."

What choice did I have?

She was back in a moment, carrying a wooden spoon from the kitchen. She sat on the bed, but didn't grab my balls straight away.

"I'm going to use the spoon in a different way to my hand. I'm going to do the hits one at a time, and target a different place with each hit. Between the hits I'm going to talk to you about next weekend. Ok?"

"Yes my love, of course, you're completely in charge."

"Good, that's what I like to hear. So, here's the first blow, to the underside."

She grabbed my balls again and twisted her wrist to present the backs of my balls to be hit. She raised her arm a bit, then whacked the backs of my balls with the spoon.

"Aaaagghhh! Oh Christ no!!! Please no!!"

"Oh, ok, I assume that hurt the most?"

"Yes, oh my love, please don't do that again."

"Don't be silly. Now, as for next Saturday, I think you'll agree that we've covered all of your fantasies in the section of things you were happy to do?"

"Yes my love, more than I could have imagined."

"Ha, ha, good."

Whack! The spoon landed on the right side of my right ball. It was a piercing unbelievable pain, so intense I thought I was going to throw up.

"So for next weekend that leaves us with the final three, and on the Sunday you are off to Birmingham for the exhibition. Yes?"

"Yes my love."

Whack!!! My left ball got that one, although not quite so hard.

"Ouch, I hit my hand!"

"Sorry my love."

"You will be. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, so during this week I'm going to decide what we do next Saturday, ok?"

"Yes my love."

Whack!! Both balls squarely on the top, so much pain. I was retching but thankfully didn't quite throw up.

"So, you need to promise that you will abide by my decision, whatever it is, with no argument."

"Ok my love, I agree."

"Good."

Whack!! Whack!! Whack!! And the next thing I remember was waking up on the bed, with the handcuffs removed. My balls were in agony still and I desperately needed to pee. I managed to stagger to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I peed, washed my face, rinsed my mouth and staggered down stairs. My wife was sitting watching a movie.

"Oh there you are at last. I need some wine pouring, then you need to catch up licking me, I've been waiting for ages!"

"Sorry my love."

I got the wine as quickly as I could and gingerly lowered my self to the ground and began licking.

"Well I think that was a very successful weekend, my darling, don't you? We covered lots of fantasies for you."

"Yes my love, we did, thank you."

"Oh I enjoyed it, we must keep them all going don't you think?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"I was wondering what that student boy will be like in bed. His fingers were really skilful, do you think that means he'll be good at proper sex?"

"I don't really know my love, I suppose so."

"Oh well, I'll be able to let you know, I'm sure you're eager to find out."

"I suppose."

"We'll talk more about it next weekend. Ok?"

"Yes my love, whatever you say."



A Long Weekend



This story did not happen to me and should be considered fiction. The story plot was given to me by a reader. She had a few very specific items that she wanted included in the story.

I would like to thank JayDavid for editing this story for me. He spent a lot of time helping me with my punctuation, POV issues and grammatical issues...there were many. He is a skilled editor and a very nice man. Thank you so much Jay. 

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"Jim, are you certain the other wives are going? I mean, three days in that cottage while you guys go fishing every day." I asked in a slightly irritated tone.

"Nicole...for the umpteenth time...two of the other wives are going. You won't be the only woman there. Besides, I think it would be a turn on if you were the only one there. The other guys would be checking you out and seeing what a lucky guy I am having such a knock-out for a wife. Are you going to pack some sexy shorts or skirts??"

"Don't be such a pig and get your hands off of my butt, we have things to get ready before we leave."

Jim and I had been married 12 years now. He is 5'8" and 175 pounds and I am 5'2" and 110 pounds. We didn't have children because I couldn't get pregnant. Jim seems to really enjoy the sex for himself, but for me, he isn't satisfying my needs. After he falls asleep I usually finger myself to an orgasm. I never experienced the incredible orgasms the girls at work always bragged about, besides, I never believed them anyway. I always thought they were just bragging their husbands up. 

For years I didn't like talking about sex or even allowing my husband to see me naked in the light of day or our lit bedroom. I was raised in a very strict Christian home, with church services on Sundays, Wednesday prayer sessions at church and evening prayers at home. I didn't even date very much in high school. I might allow a boy to kiss me on a date but never allowed him to touch me inappropriately. So, I wasn't very popular with the boys then.

I met Jim during our senior year when we were both 18 years old. We hit it off nicely. He was so polite and patient with me and never pushed my limits of comfort... a real gentleman. 

After graduation and still dating I could sense his sexual frustration and he talked to me about it. He told me how much he loved me and that he was willing to wait as long as was necessary to make sure it was something I also wanted. I so wanted to make him happy and for him to love me more deeply. I agreed to try to have sex with him. 

It was a clumsy effort as he also only had limited experience. He didn't have me nearly ready for the penetration so it was very painful. When he was done he seemed completely satisfied; I felt nothing at all but burning in my vagina and shame throughout my entire body.

The quality of our love making sessions has progressed a little bit over the years but still, nothing like what I hear some women experience. Maybe I'm just the oddball. The only way I can really have a quality orgasm is by masturbating. I guess between my finger and a toy I keep securely hidden in our bedroom I manage to get by.

I never saw Jim's mean side until after we were married. He has become very impatient with me. If I tried to express my viewpoint or even disagree with him on the smallest of things he will go into a rage. He has never hit me but the rage in his eyes and the screaming insults told a story that he had the potential of hurting me. When we go out for an evening he demands that I wear short skirts and low cut tops that show off my figure. 

I have loosened up quite a bit over the years and don't get so embarrassed when guys talk to me at the gym or other places. I actually get a little turned on by the way they look at me. So much so that I put a little more effort into the way I dress at the gym, no more baggy sweats, I wear spandex bottoms and my tops show a bit of tummy. Even when I go shopping I wear skirts that are a bit shorter than I would ever have considered a couple years ago. I do enjoy the attention I receive but still would never consider cheating on Jim even though I secretly fantasize what it would be like with another man. 

On the drive up Jim got a cell phone call. 

"Nicole, that was Evan, his wife won't be coming up with him. It seems as though an emergency came up."

I was so happy and said "That's fine with me." 

We got to the cottage and no one else had showed up yet. We got our things into the cabin. It was so peaceful here. Another car pulled in and Tom and Barb got out. I have always liked Barb and we gave each other a big hug and kiss. The guys saw this and Tom whistled and said, "I'll give you ladies 15 minutes to stop kissing." Tom and Jim laughed and laughed. Barb smiled and I got red in the face with embarrassment.

Barb pulled me aside and said, "Did Jim tell you that Jake was coming?"

"I don't know a Jake from Jim's office."

"Well, he's a new guy at work and Tom told me that this guy has quite the reputation with the ladies at work. Supposedly he has a 'huge thing' and doesn't discriminate between single or married women. In other words any female in a skirt becomes a target. I'm certainly not interested in him but would like to see what he looks like. That's the only reason I came on this outing. Tomorrow morning I'm going back home and somebody else can bring Tom home."

When she said "huge thing" I blushed but said, "Barb, I thought you were staying the entire time. Evan's wife cancelled and now you're going home early. What am I going to do?"

"You'll be fine. Just hang out and relax, maybe go into town and shop. Just do whatever, besides, Evan's wife is so full of herself...she's a bore."

Barb and Tom headed into the cabin and I drew a bee line for Jim.

"Jim, why didn't you tell me another guy was coming?" 

Before he could answer I added, "And did you know Barb was going home in the morning?"

"Well, I knew Jake was coming but I had no clue Barb was going home early." He said in a tone that warned me to drop the topic.

Just then a car and minivan pulled in and Evan got out of the car and I supposed it was Jake that got out of the van. They both shook hands and walked towards us. Barb and Tom came out of the cabin and we all greeted Jake and Evan. 

There were a few minutes of small talk and introductions for Jake. When Jakewas introduced to me he smiled the most endearing smile and held onto my hand a bit longer than I was comfortable with. I gave him a big smile back. Gawd...he had beautiful eyes and a very nice fit body. I don't normally get giddy but I was then. I was especially surprised to find myself flirting with my eyes a little. I hoped no one else noticed, especially Jim. 

Barb said, "Nicole, let's go in and get some lunch going for these hungry guys." 

On the way up to the cabin I looked back and the four guys seemed to be looking at our butts. It felt very flattering to be stared at in this manner so I added a little something to my walk hoping that Jim wouldn't notice. I wasn't sure how he might react. 

As we entered the cabin Barb said, "Nicole, isn't that guy drop dead gorgeous. Oh my Gawd, I'd let him do me right in front of Tom. He's a knockout. Girl, you'd better watch yourself with him here. And I noticed that playful smile you gave him." 

"Barb, come on...yeah he's okay, but there are lots of guys out there that are just as handsome as he is. Besides, he probably likes women with big boobs and nice asses. I have small boobs and am kinda skinny. I don't think I'll be in his sights. Yes, I couldn't help giving him that flirty smile, but, I'd never cheat on Jim."

Barb smiled and said, "Nicky, you have a super cute body. You're very petite, not skinny, and firm looking. If I had an interest in women I'd love to go to bed with you. So don't put yourself down...unless it's in bed with Jack." And she laughed and I blushed. I never knew she had such a potty mouth.

Barb and I got lunch going and called the guys in. I noticed she had undone one of her blouse buttons. She was going to show off a bit of cleavage for the guys. Of course, she has very nice breasts. The kind of breasts all guys love. I had never seen this side of her personality. I felt a little left out as she was getting all of the attentive looks so I also undid one of mine. She noticed this and gave me a big smile. This time I didn't blush, I smiled back. It wouldn't hurt to show a little cleavage... a little is all I have. Jim didn't even seem to notice either one of us.

The guys sat down and we began bringing the food to the table. We leaned over a bit as we set the plates of food down. I saw Tom give Barb a wink so it seems he knew what she was doing with her top unbuttoned a little. All the guys seemed to be enjoying the titty show, well except for Jim that is. He didn't seem to notice or even care. He's a good man but sometimes he can be such a lunkhead.

After lunch we all popped a few beers open and together we chipped in to clean up. When you have six people in a kitchen there's bound to be some bumping going on. I suppose I might have bumped into Evan and Jack a couple times when it could have been avoided. Of course they also brushed up against me a few times. I reached into an upper cabinet in front of Jake and as he turned a bit his arm purposely rubbed against my breast. I almost fainted. I was beginning to get a tingle going. I had to stop this flirting, but it was so much fun, harmless fun.

We got the entire mess cleaned up in record time and the fellas went into the living room. Barb looked at me and giggled, "Now try and tell me that wasn't the most fun you've had in a while. Everyone got some sort of a brush, rub or bump against me." I gave her a quick look and she added, "except Jim," and she smiled.

"Barb, I saw Jim reaching over you and he was against you." I said it friendly enough but what she didn't know was that I was feeling a bit jealous that my husband was giving her such intimate attention.

"Nicole, you know how guys are sometimes. Besides, he probably noticed Evan and Jack bumping into you. Come on, let's join the guys."

The fellas had the radio playing and we chatted. I was somewhat irritated at Jim for the contact he'd had with Barb but I didn't put on a pout or show any anger towards him. Instead, I would let him see me doing a little flirting with the other guys. 

A fast song came on the radio and Barb said, "Come on Nicki, let's dance, these guys aren't any fun at all."

I jumped at the invitation and we both gave it all we had. The guys just about went berserk. The song ended and we brought out another round of beers. The men were on the edge of their seats now. The whole mood changed and they looked hungry, even Jim, but they didn't look hungry for food.

A few songs had come and gone and Barb asked me to dance to another fast song. I got up and asked the guys to join us. They were up in a flash. Barb and I got squeezed into the middle and the guys circled around us and yes...there was some more bumping and light grinding going on.

More beers later and Barb and I did some slow dances with the fellas and we all hit the proverbial wall. We said our goodnights and went to our separate rooms. As turned on as Jim looked earlier I thought he would have wanted sex. I know I wanted it badly and right now, which was a feeling that I wasn't used to. He hit the bed and was out like a light. Damn!!

I changed into my jammy top and short jammy bottoms. I lay down on my tummy next to him, slid both hands inside my jammy bottoms and inside my panties. I massaged my clit for a few moments and fell asleep as well.

I awoke about an hour later with a pounding headache. I got up and walked into the bathroom in search of something to ease the throb. I was rifling through the medicine cabinet and realized Jake was standing at the door. I hadn't shut the door because I only planned on getting an aspirin and going back to bed.

"Sorry for startling you Nicole, but I have to pee really bad." With that he started to squeeze behind me to gain access to the toilet.

Before I could object he was squeezing by me. There was absolutely no room to spare. He was tight against me, basically pinning me against the sink. I could feel his thing against my butt cheeks. It wasn't erect but it did feel swollen. Again, I thought I might faint. 

He got by me and I said, "For cripe sakes Jake, you could have waited a few moments."

He reached into his fly and pulled his penis out.

I was shocked "What are you doing? Put that away!! What if someone walks by!!?" 

I couldn't help but look down at his thing and I thought to myself, "oh sweet Jesus...oh my dear Gawd." It was enormous; I'd never seen anything like it before in my entire life, but then, I'd only been with Jim. I looked away quickly but not before he saw me peeking. 

I felt so embarrassed.

He chuckled and said, "Are you a little curious? You can touch it if you like."

"Don't be disgusting, I'm a married woman and would never consider cheating on my husband." With that I left the bathroom and went back to bed. This time I laid on my back, opened my legs and slipped my hands down the front of my panties and fingered myself to a very satisfactory orgasm while thinking of Jack and his big cock. How could one man be so blessed?

Morning came way to fast. I was awoken by some pots and pans banging around in the kitchen. I crawled out of bed and thankfully didn't have a headache. I walked out and everyone else was in their pajamas too. Barb wasn't there yet so I started breakfast for the guys. 

Jim had been rifling through the cupboards making the racket. I told him to sit down with the rest of the guys. Except for Jim, whose back was towards me, they were all sitting on one side of the table and every time I turned and looked at them they would smile and look away from me. I couldn't help but get a little turned on...they were checking me out. Perhaps even enjoying what they saw. I gave them a little extra by bending over looking into lower cabinets and maybe reaching into the upper cabinets for the silliest of things.

Barb finally came out but she had her jeans and a top on. She was such a beautiful woman. I thought again what she had said about how pretty I was and that if she was into women how she would like to sleep with me. I wondered what that would be like. I doubted I'd ever try it though. I'd never consider cheating on Jim.

I asked Barb, "Do you want some breakfast?"

"No, I'm heading home. I've got a lot to do today."

We hugged and she said goodbye to the guys. 

On the way out the door she said, "Just relax and have yourself some fun with everyone except Tom." She winked at me and laughed. I never knew she had such a wild side.

I went back in and started cleaning up the mess. I hadn't treated Jake any differently this morning because of the way he'd acted last night in the bathroom. I just pretended it never happened. 

The guys headed out the door together to do their fishing. I finished cleaning up. I went in the bedroom and lay down on the bed for a short nap. It felt like I had only slept a minute when in fact it had been an hour. 

I got up and changed into my jeans and blouse. I then saw the denim skirt and tank top that Jim must have slipped into my bag. I was a little hesitant but thought, we're 50 miles from home and no one in this town will know me so I slipped out of my jeans and blouse and put my skirt and tank top on. I surprised myself by doing this. Then I thought, '"Jim is the one always encouraging me to dress more provocatively"' so pulled my tank top back off, removed my bra and pulled the tank top back on. I felt a pang of guilt. Was I overdoing this too much??

I was startled by the front door opening. I jumped up and peeked into the living room and Jake had come back to the cottage. 

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I slipped down a bank into the creek and skinned up my leg from my knee to my hip."

"Jake, sit down at the table and let me take a look."

He had shorts on and I could look at the damaged area up as far as his mid-thigh. So I said "You'll need to drop your shorts so I can see your hip area too." So he did.

"Stay seated and I'll see if I can find some sort of dressing. You're not hurt badly but you will need a covering to protect the skin from infections." 

I walked across the kitchen into the bathroom, opened up the cabinet and pushing up on my tip toes I looked around the cabinet. I realized he had a clear view of me so I stood up on the toilet seat and looked in the small overhead cabinet. I looked over at him and he was staring at me with a very peculiar smile on his face.

I got down and told him I'd have to go to town and pick some things up so that I could patch him up. 

"Nicole, I might as well go along because there's nothing for me to do here."

"Alright Jake, but I have to call Jim on his cell so he at least knows what is going on."

My car was blocked in so we took Jake's minivan. We left for town with me driving. I couldn't help noticing his side glances at my legs. My skirt had hiked up a little and I was showing more thigh than I would have liked. So what, I thought, showing a little leg wasn't cheating or illegal. It was completely harmless. It was his problem if he was looking.

"Nicole, ahh, can I call you Nicki?"

"Yes."

"Nicki, please, don't take offense at my forwardness, but you are a very attractive woman. Your husband is a very lucky man." With that he turned in his seat so he was sort of facing me and put his left arm on the seat back.

I started blushing and he continued, "I get mixed messages from you. Some of your body language says you're a bit of a flirt. Then, someone says something to you similar to the compliment I just gave you and you blush. Are you a flirt or a very innocent woman? 

"Jake, I don't know what you're talking about flirting. I don't flirt...I'm a very happily married woman."

"Nicky, what about last night in the kitchen when we were cleaning the mess up, all the contact you and I had and the bumping and grinding when we were dancing and in the bathroom last night. I could go on and on. Look, right now your skirt is hiked way up. You know you're teasing me."

Had I been that obvious? Did any of the other's last night also notice? How could I answer this question? I guess I would just be honest with him. "You're right, I'm sorry. I've never felt very attractive or sexy and with all of you guys at the cottage I guess I enjoyed the attention. It's something Jim doesn't give me very much of...attention that is. In fact, all he ever notices are my small boobs. He's forever bugging me to get a boob job." Why did I say something about my boobs to him? Why was I being so open with a complete stranger? Why should I give a crap what he thinks?

"I would love to give you the attention you that you want and deserve. As far as your breasts, I have to say they are beautiful. Very firm looking." 

"Jake, now I am getting embarrassed. We have to end this conversation now. I have no intention of cheating on Jim."

Jim reached across with his right hand and rested it on my knee. Sensations spiked up the inside of my thighs tickling my pussy. I thought I might lose control of the car. He moved his hand up a few more inches before I could tell him...

"NO Jake...stop, absolutely not." He smiled that endearing smile and pulled his hand away. There was no telling what this guy would try. He was persistent if nothing else. It was rather exciting being pursued by such a handsome man. 

At that moment we pulled up to the shopping mart. I had to pull towards the back as the lot was quite full. He stayed in the van and I went into the store and bought everything I thought I needed to fix him up. 

When I got back to the van I saw he'd gotten in the back seat. He even had both seat backs reclined. I smiled at him and said, "Nice try Jake, but I'm not getting in the back seat with you." I couldn't help but start laughing. "How gullible do you think I am?"




A Long Weekend



"Nicki, I wasn't trying to pull a fast one on you. I have to slip my pants down and we are in a very public parking lot. The windows in the back are tinted. No one will be able to see me with my pants down. Okay??"

Now I felt a little stupid. "Okay, you're right." 

I got in back and he slipped his pants down and took them off. All he had on was a tank top and his undershorts...boxers. Gawd he was handsome with a body like Adonis himself. The image of his cock from last night flashed before my eyes and I had to blink several times to get rid of it. I felt that tingle coming back.

He lay back and I got to work cleaning the abrasions and getting the ointments applied. Secretly I was enjoying this way too much. I didn't want it to end. I know that the entire time he was looking down my gaping top and sneaking peeks up my hiked up skirt. At that moment in time I didn't care. I felt like an attractive and desirable woman. I was enjoying the attention this handsome man was giving me.

It's almost as if he sensed this. He sat up, smiled and kissed me on the forehead and then the cheek and said, "Thank you Nicki."

"You are very welcome. I think we need to check the abrasions tomorrow and change the dressings for you. Jake, don't tell the guys that I did this because it doesn't seem appropriate for me to be in the van with you and your pants off. I'm not sure I want Jim finding out either. I know he trusts me but he may not understand."

With that he pulled me to him and kissed me. First on the lips and then he pushed his tongue past my lips. I was completely lost in a total and complete wave of passion. I responded by giving him my tongue. I felt like I was floating but when he touched my breast I immediately came out of it. 

"My Gawd Jake, we can't do this. I can't do this. Neither one of us should be doing this. I'M MARRIED!!"

He pulled me to his body again kissing me harder. This time, with no warning, he rolled me onto my back forcing my legs open with his knee. His upper thigh was firmly planted against my mound. Oh, how good that felt. He was trying to take me. I couldn't let him. I was wriggling under him trying to get him to stop. I broke free of his kiss.

"Jake please stop, we have to stop. Jake, listen to me, please."

He just started kissing me again and now he was sliding his hand under my tank top. His fingers found my nipple and he began rolling it between his fingers. I couldn't take it any longer. I resisted no more. I let him have me willingly. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He worked my top off, then hiked my skirt up around my hips and ripped my panties off. I was so surprised how much I enjoyed being treated like this, like a slut. He was being so rough with me. It was as if he needed it, like he really needed to fuck me, so much passion. He was doing things to me that my husband never seemed to want to do.

I was pushing his undershorts off and got a good look at his beast. I thought it looked big last night when he was peeing, but now it was erect and the size was beyond my imagination. 

He rolled onto his back and told me to get on top. 

"Jake, I really don't think you can push that thing into me. It's too big."

"Get on top and lower yourself down on it. Just take your time and go slow. It will fit."

"Jake, we have to stop. I can't go on with this."

With that he rolled back over on top of me, kissed me again, moved his hand down my tummy and started fingering me. I melted again. This man knew how to pleasure a woman.

He moved his mouth from mine and moved further down to suckle my nipples. Then he began moving further down to my hairy mound. He pulled my pussy lips apart, found my clit with his tongue and pleasured me like Jim never has. 

I fully understood I was one of many on his list of conquests but I didn't care. At this point it just didn't matter. 

He continued licking my clit alternating between soft flicks of his tongue to a firmer pressure. It was feeling so good and I had an orgasm like nothing I'd ever experienced. "OH MY GAWD JAKE I'M CUMMING OHHHH OHHH AHHH ahhh." It sent waves throughout my entire body. These were not tingles of pleasure but waves of delight everywhere. I lay there for a moment trying to catch my breath.

"Nicki, did you enjoy that? If you did, believe me, we've only just begun."

"Jake, I've never felt anything as sensational as that. Friends have told me about their husbands doing that to them but Jim won't even try it. It felt sooo remarkably good. Roll onto your back and let me kiss your thing."

"Not now, not now. I want you on top of me. I want you to slide that tight little pussy down my shaft. I want you to fuck my cock until you're screaming."

He rolled onto his back and I straddled him. I got up on my knees and grabbed hold of his cock. It felt so big, so hard. I lined up over top of it, fitted the enormous head to my tiny opening and began the penetration. My pussy was dripping wet but I still lowered myself very slowly, then the head slipped in. I could feel my pussy being stretched by the enormity of it. I just kept letting it feed inside me inch by inch. It was so big. I never thought it would go in its entirety.

I finally got it bottomed out in my pussy but he still had a little bit more cock to go. My pussy had never been this filled and stretched before.

"Nicki, just slowly lower yourself down a bit more. Just a little at a time...it will go all the way."

I did just that and it penetrated the rest of the way. My clit was against his pubic bone and his cock head was buried against my cervix. 

"Now start grinding your clit against me, slowly at first. Think about how good it feels and then pick up your pace fucking me harder and harder until you cum. Do it now."

His voice was so magical. It seemed that he knew just what I needed to have an orgasm. He wasn't wrong this time either. I was fucking him so fast when I finally came I thought I might lose consciousness. 

"Jake...oh Jake...I'm cumming. Oh my Gawd I'm CUMMING OHHH AHHHH OH JACK... PLEASE MORE... MORE."

It was so much better than when he ate my cunt. This was an orgasm that could never be duplicated. Is this what I had been missing all of these years? Could I ever sleep with Jim again? Jim couldn't satisfy me because he didn't have a care or have a clue. All he ever wanted was his orgasm.

I lay down against Jake's chest trying to catch my breath. I had broken into a sweat. 

"Jake, that was wonderful...actually it was unbelievable. I want it again and again. I can't even begin to think of the words to describe it. Jim has never made me feel like that."

"There are so many things in store for you. We've only begun. Look, there's no time to do it again, we need to get back now. I don't want any suspicions. Do you? I don't want to take the time for you to clean up my mess between your legs so just give me a blow job."

"Jake, I've never let Jim cum in my mouth. That stuff is stinky and slimy. I might throw up."

"Nicki, this is your chance to make me feel as wonderful as I made you feel. When it starts cumming I'll tell you and all you need to do is keep swallowing it. You'll do fine."

His cock was still so big and ready when I began licking and sucking it. His ball sack was huge compared to Jim's. I so wanted to pleasure Jack so I started stroking and sucking on his cock. I could barely get my lips wrapped around the head but was just able to manage.

He must have been ready because after just a couple minutes he was reacting to the suck job.

"Nicole...I'm cumming."

And cum and cum he did. Jim's cum was never more than a little squirt in a tissue. Jake's was a copious amount of hot, thick stuff. The taste didn't offend me like I expected. I was giving this man a pleasuring beyond words. It made me feel so good inside. A moment ago he said that he had more things in store and that we've only just begun. I so wanted to know what else he had planned for me. I would willingly do whatever he wanted. 

We got our clothes back on, I fixed my hair and we headed back to the cabin. We got back just in time as the other guys arrived a short time after.

Jake explained what had happened to himself, that we'd gone into town together and that he'd fixed his leg up himself. He was so convincing.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. In the evening while I was preparing dinner I played it very straight, none of the excessive bending over or reaching in the cabinets for things. That evening the guys even tried talking me into dancing for them or even with them but I politely refused their invitations. I think Jim liked seeing me dancing with the guys the other night way too much.

I went to bed earlier than the rest of them and started getting an attack of guilt. I tried not to cry but couldn't help it. After a while I regained my composure and promised myself I would never allow anything like what I did with Jake to ever happen again. I was not going to be some one's fuck toy. In the morning I would explain to Jake that he and I would never have sex again. 

Morning came way too fast and I was horny. I woke Jim up with a tickling of his ball sac. I kissed the end of his cock head and took it in my mouth. I sucked him until he was hard and climbed on top. He had a stunned look on his face as I began to fuck him.

"Aren't you the horny one this morning?"

"I'm just in the mood. That's all."

I proceeded to fuck him until I got a tiny orgasm. His thing was so small compared to Jack's it just wasn't enough to satisfy my need at the moment but it would have to do. I grabbed some tissues and finished him off with my hand.

Apparently, when we were fucking in bed it had made a lot of noise because when Jim walked out to the kitchen the guys cheered him.

I wasn't out there yet but I heard two of the guys congratulating him for "getting a little." If they only knew how little I got they would laugh about that too. As I got out of bed I noticed a distinct soreness in my vagina and my lower abdominal area where Jake's cock had been so punishing...but so pleasurable at the same time.

I walked out and they were still grinning ear to ear and I felt those hungry eyes were on me again. My breasts felt a bit swollen and my nipples were tingling. My pussy was actually a little damp.

Jake's leg was swollen from the fall and he was having a bit of trouble walking and told the fellas that he was likely going into town today because he just didn't think he could fish the streams. Of course the guys poked fun and called him a sissy. He took it well.

The rest of the men, having been fed and their lunches packed, left for the trout stream. I was alone with Jake. I finished cleaning up the rest of the kitchen with some help from Jake.

I told him I'd change his dressing if he was ready.

"Sure, that sounds great. Grab the stuff and I'll sit on the couch."

I got the supplies and he went in and sat down. 

I came out and he already had his shorts off. He had his boxers on and that was all, no shirt. What a gorgeous man. I was still tingly all over and had to remind myself of the promise I made last night. There wouldn't be any more sex with him, none what-so-ever. 

"Jack, I have something to say. It's about what happened yesterday."

"Nicole, it was special for me too." He said and smiled.

"Stay on track" I told myself.

"No, let me talk. And yes, it was special for me also. That's what I want to talk about."

"Nicki, I'm ready right now for...

"Stop it Jake, let me finish. We can't do it again. As good as it was for me we just can't continue with that behavior. I wasn't raised to behave like that. It's a sin, don't you realize I'm married." I started choking up but was able to hold back the tears.

"I am very sorry; I don't want to hurt you. I was hoping we might have something special."

"Believe me Jake, it was special for me and I'll never forget it. If things were different for us...well, I would love sleeping with you again. But, things aren't different. I'm a married woman and just can't let things happen again."


"Now, let me get your bandages changed." I sat next to him and gently pulled the old dressings off and applied new ones. My eyes kept drifting to the front of his underwear. I couldn't help thinking about yesterday. If he were to grab my arms and hold me down there would be absolutely no way I could stop him from taking me. It wasn't my fault yesterday and it wouldn't be my fault today.

But, he wasn't making any moves whatsoever. As I was smoothing out the bandages I let my hand drift towards his crotch a bit further than was necessary. He still had no reaction. 

"Okay, you're all patched up and good to go. Now, what are you doing today?"

He seemed a little rejected and said, "Well, I was thinking about us going to a movie or shopping...but now I'm out of the mood and you don't seem to want to spend time with me."

"Stop it; I never said any of that. I just said we couldn't sleep together again." I walked towards him and said, "If you would like to go into town and spend the day with me I would like that."

He took the extra step towards me and was very close. I felt the familiar tingle in my panties again.

"Well Nicki, it's a date. Go get changed and I'll slip my clothes back on."

I went into my bedroom and put my denim skirt and tank top on. It was a cute outfit and always grabbed some attention.

I went back into the living room and was waiting. He was taking a long time to get dressed. 

I walked over to his bedroom, knocked on the door and asked, "Jake, did you change your mind?"

"No, the bandage started coming off and I'm trying to get it back on."

"If you're decently dressed I'll come in and do it for you." I grabbed some more tape and walked in.

He was on the bed trying to reattach the bandage. I knelt on the floor in front of him and applied more tape. He was staring at me again and looking down my top.

"I see you have a bra on today."

"Yes, I thought...hey, you're not to be looking down there. Besides, there isn't much to look at."

"I think you have very nice firm breasts." He smiled broadly as he was saying that.

I stood up and backed out of his bedroom. "Jake, I said no more monkey business." He had a silly grin on his face and I couldn't help but laugh at him.

He took this as a tease and approached me. I backed all the way into the living room and up to the couch. I kept telling him there would be no more fooling around. I could tell he wasn't getting the message.

"Jake I mean it, I'm saying NO."

"Your eyes and body language are saying it differently."

With that he took my hands and put them behind my back and held them together with his right hand. We looked into one another's eyes for a moment. Were my eyes actually saying yes? My body wanted him badly. 

"No Jake, NO means NO, we just can't do it again."

I felt helpless by the way he had me in his hold. He leaned down and kissed me softly. It was so sweet and tender. I felt my resistance slipping away rather quickly. How could I allow this to happen? I needed to stop him now. 

"Jake, please, stop this now." I pleaded but he wasn't hearing me.

His left hand worked its way under my top and his fingers found my hardened nipples. That bastard knew just how to make me melt. He let go of my hands and I wrapped them around his neck. Our tongues were teasing one another. 

I slid my hand down the front of his pants and rubbed his hardness. I broke his kiss and slid down the front of him to my knees, unbuckled his jeans, slid his pants and boxers down and worked his cock with my little hands. It was so beautiful...the thickness, the length, the entire mass of it. I pulled it up and licked his balls. Even they were enormous. 

I only got to suck that gorgeous monster for a moment. He reached down and picked me up and pulled my top over my head and removed my bra. Then he unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor followed by my panties. He touched my slit with his finger and rubbed my clit for just a moment. I was wet and ready. He lay me back on the couch and kissed me tenderly again. He made his way down my body, first, at my breasts and nipples, then licking my tummy on his way to my waiting pussy.

His tongue teased my clit...what a sensational feeling. "Jake, come up here and put your thing in me."

"What do you want me to do Nicki?"

"You know what I want. I need you to put your thing in me."

"It's not a thing. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to make love to me.

"Uh-Uh. I want you to say it the way I want to hear it and you know how that is."

"Jake, I know what you want me to say and I don't use words like that." 

With that he put two fingers in my pussy and worked them in and out and started to tongue my clit. 

"Oh Jake, that feels so good... please put your dick in me, PLEASE."

"Nicole, it's not a dick. Call it a cock and tell me what you want me to do to you."

In an almost whispering voice I said, "Fuck me with your cock."

"Nicole, I need to hear it. Say it louder like you really mean it and want it."

In a normal voice I said, "Fuck me with your cock...NOW."

"Again Nicki...louder."

"You FUCKING BASTARD, FUCK ME WITH THAT COCK, NOW!!" I had a huge buildup of sensations that needed a release. He had brought me to an edge I've never experienced before.

"That's better now isn't it Nicki. Now I know you really want it."

He slid up my body into position and kissed me on my lips ever so softly. Meanwhile I had my legs wrapped around the back of his thighs trying to get his cock pulled into me. He knew what I was doing and was purposefully holding back.

"Jake, please fuck me...I need it so bad. I've never felt this before. Jim has never brought me to this point...ever. He's never given me the orgasms that you can. Please honey, fuck me now. I'll do anything you want me to. Anytime you want to fuck me I'll be yours."

He fit the head of that enormous cock at the opening of my tiny slit and eased it in. I got such a rush of sensations. This was a most pleasurable feeling and I just knew it was going to get better. This man knew what he was doing.

"Ohh honey...please be gentle."

With that he plunged it in...all the way in. He stopped as he hit the end of my pussy. I knew he had more to go. Then he eased his cock the rest of the way slowly. I could feel him stretching me deeper. It felt tender up there from yesterday when he had bruised my insides with his cock. When he was completely buried he began to grind into me. This was going to be better than yesterday because he was on top controlling the tempo and the pressure against my clit. I was beginning to feel an orgasm cumming only a moment after his penetration. 

"Jake, I'm getting ready to cummmm. I'm cumming ohhhhh." I had what felt like tiny electric pulses were being sent from my pussy to all parts of my body. This was feeling sooo much better than yesterday. 

It lasted much longer than I would ever have thought an orgasm could possibly last. He remained on top moving his cock slowly in and out of me. I pulled his face to mine and we kissed.

"Oh Jake, that was so much better than yesterday."

"Are you still going to be mine whenever or wherever I want you? You did promise me that."

"Oh yes...whenever you want me."

Jake started grinding into me again. Once again, after just a moment, I felt it another orgasm beginning. Maybe the women at work weren't exaggerating their husbands' abilities. I just happened to marry a guy that only thought of himself. 

My next orgasm wasn't as good as the first but still much better than yesterday's. I felt drained. He kissed me softly and ran his hands over me.

"Nicki, you have the tightest pussy and the cutest body I can ever remember."




A Long Weekend



"You probably say that to all the women in your life. Come on, now it's your turn. How do you want me? On top? The bottom? Maybe in my mouth again?"

"Nicki, we're here on couch and I don't want to get my cum all over the cushions so, if you don't mind, let's use your mouth again. You did a pretty good job yesterday sucking my cock," and he smiled. 

I was so happy to get another chance at pleasuring him again with my mouth. He stood up and I sat on the edge of the couch. This time I took more time playing with his ball sack and admiring the size of his cock. Using my nails I scratched and teased the bottom of his sack. Then I ran my fingers up and down the length of his cock. He was so rigid and ready. I slipped my lips over the end and bobbed my head up and down a few times.

"Jake...what do you want me to do?"

"What a silly question. I want you to finish me off."

"I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do."

"Nicole, I want you to suck my cock."

He was in control earlier when I needed a fucking and now I was in control. I wrapped my lips around it again and bobbed my head a few more times.

"Yes, I suspected you want me to suck you, but I want you to tell me again, this time tell me what sucking your cock makes me."

"Look you cock sucking whore...I want you to suck my cock until I cum and you had better not miss one drop. You're nothing more than a slutty white trash housewife, so start sucking."

Now I had a tingle going again in my pussy. I started sucking and working his ball sack. With my lips wrapped around his cock head I did some long slow strokes with my right hand while massaging his ball sack with the other. Then I'd remove my mouth and fast stroke the head. I alternated that method a couple times and once again he must have been close to being ready because after a moment or two he said.

"Nicki, I'm cumming...oh my Gawd...uhhh uhhh faster faster. It's here ohhhh...Oh baby, that was great."

I could not believe how much stuff came out of him. It certainly would have overflowed my mouth if I hadn't swallowed it. I slowed my sucking down but he was still enjoying the sensation of my mouth on his cock head. I took my mouth off of his cock and looked up at him and smiled. He was looking directly into my eyes. I pulled his cock a couple more times milking it and another drop of his jizz came out. I smiled up at him again and with the tip of my tongue licked the remaining drop off. He got the biggest smile. 

He reached down and lifted me to my feet.

"Nicki, you are the best cock sucker I know."

"I'll take that as a compliment...I guess. But, I'm only your cock sucker." We both laughed at that.

I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking at the front window I saw movement of an arm and shoulder moving away from the window. Someone had been watching. 

I gasped only because I was too startled to scream.

"My Gawd Jake, someone was at the window."

"WHAT!!"

I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bedroom. I started crying again. As I was silently cursing I dressed. I sat on the bed drying my eyes and Jake walked in. He walked over and sat down next to me. 

I looked up at him and said, "How could I have been as foolish as to think I could have gotten away with this? I'm so stupid. If it was Jim he would have come in and confronted us, so it must have been either Evan or Bob."

"I'll ask them separately if one or the other was watching."

"Don't be stupid. Whoever it was will tell everyone about it anyway. It won't help one bit asking them. That would only serve to make the other one suspicious. Just let it go. Maybe he'll mention it to you. Just go into town, I'm too upset to even think about having any fun."

The rest of the day passed so slowly, minutes seemed like hours. Finally early afternoon the guys started drifting back to the cabin. Jack came back from town a while later. Not one of the guys acted or appeared to act like they knew Jack and I had been together. I was waiting for one of them to whisper or make a comment somewhat related to seeing us. Everyone was normal.

Later on I cornered Jake in the kitchen and told him, "I wonder if the person I saw may have been a neighbor or someone just passing by."

"I honestly don't know. Not one of the guys mentioned it to me. If anyone of them saw anything at all they would have said something to me by now. It had to a stranger. Just stop your worrying and let things settle out."

He went back in the living room with the rest of guys and I thought to myself, "That's easy for you to say but my entire marriage would be on the line."

After supper everyone packed their cars with Bob throwing his stuff in our car and we all headed home.

A few days later I got a package delivered to the house and the note inside it read, "Nicole, you self-righteous little slut. I have a video recording of you and Jake at the cabin. I'm sure you wouldn't want Jim to see it. He's always bragging about how you ignore other guys and how religious you are. He trusts you beyond all limits. But I have something that would change his opinion of you...real quick. Take a look at the DVD enclosed. I'll send you another letter soon telling how you can keep Jim from ever seeing this video." 

I couldn't believe what I was reading. It was horrible. I put the DVD into the player and watch in horror as I saw most of what happened that day at the cottage with Jack.

Should I call Jake? Why would he care anyway? Should I tell Jim what happened at the cottage? I couldn't do that, he would flip out. 

No, I'd wait it out and see who it was that made the video and what it was they wanted from me. 

To be continued...



A Long Weekend in Vegas: Rachel



This piece is based on a true story of a long weekend I spent in Las Vegas with an old girlfriend and her best friend. Names have been changed, of course, and the dialogue has been imagined but the scenes have not been. This weekend was easily my craziest sexual experience that continue to look back on in my own masturbatory frenzy.

This is also my first submission, I hope you all enjoy it. I may or may not serialize this story and write out the whole weekend in a few different parts. Depends on this post's reception, I suppose.

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It was perfect how this trip had lined up. My girlfriend Rachel and her best friend Ally had planned a long weekend in Vegas for Ally's bachelorette party. It was a party that was initially exclusive to Ally's bridesmaids, no boys allowed. However, a couple of months leading up to this weekend I had an opportunity to also go to conference in Vegas for work. It wasn't very hard to change Rachel's room reservation to include me and I even got my work to comp the whole thing, which was nice! At first Ally was upset that I was going to be coming along too but it took no time in explaining the simple fact that even though we'll be sharing a room we'll be having completely separate schedules for most of the weekend. To be honest, it seemed like she was just a little bit jealous that Rachel would be getting laid throughout the weekend and she wouldn't be.

And well, there was certainly some of that. I'd get to the room well before Rachel would each night. She would drunkenly struggle to get the room key to scan correctly, stumble in while trying to take her clothes off and wake me up for a nice little quickie. I had no complaints but just like most quickies, they functioned more as a temporary relief valve then they did the complete satisfaction we both yearned for. This is where the story begins.

It was a Saturday morning and was our last full day and night together before we needed to head home and get ready for the work week on Monday. As usual I was the first to wake up and I laid there for a bit admiring the incredible body of the naked woman laying next to me. With her back facing me her fiery red hair fell down half way her back and my eyes followed her spine further down to her naked, heart shaped ass. Her pale, freckled skin reflected the sunlight that had managed to come in through the cracks in the blackout curtains. I was so surprised she hadn't gotten really sunburnt like she usually does when spending copious amounts of time in the sun at the pool. As she laid there my morning erection was at full mast and in desperate need of attention. It was just a few hours ago when I was going crazy at the sight of her pouty little lips wrapped around the head of my cock and swallowing every drop that gushed out. I appreciated that gift and I wanted to do something special in return. Then a very naughty idea came to me. I kissed her softly on the shoulder to gently rouse her from her dreams and got up and went to the restroom. 

In there were are incredibly comfortable robes and I grabbed the waist ties that came with them. I then found one of our sleep masks that we packed and my ipod. I came back to the bed (still fully erect) and Rachel was there laying on her back with a quizzical look on her face. I put each of the items on the edge of the bed and very quickly crawled up to her to give her a very passionate kiss on her lips. We made out for a few seconds and she began to stroke me slowly before I remembered what I was going to do! I pulled away from her and grabbed the first waist tie, took her right wrist and tied it to the headboard. Her devilish smile communicated everything, she was going to fully submit to whatever I was about to do. After tying her left wrist down I put the sleep mask over her eyes, put the ipod ear buds in her ears and turned on Handel's "Messiah" to listen to while I had my way with her. She could not see or hear me. She only knew where I was by my physical touch and that is exactly how I wanted it to be. 

I pulled the cover completely off the bed to expose her gorgeous curves to the open air. Her nipples that rested on perfectly round breasts were rock hard an my mouth salivated at the sight that was before me. I then knelt beside her and began to kiss her lips. She passionately attempted to devour my tongue in attempt to communicate her growing desire to be absolutely ravaged. I pulled away again and received a frustrated whimper from her but then I reached over to grab the vibrator that was on her night stand. I turned it on and allowed the low buzz to touch the inside of her inner thigh before forcefully imposing my mouth onto her right nipple. I began to suck roughly on it and roll the tip around my front teeth while slowly stroking her inner and outer labia with the vibrator.

"Oh fuck!" would occasionally escape her lips. 

Mostly all she could muster was heavy breathing and sounds of exasperation as her attempts to grind the vibrator were continually foiled by my taking it away entirely. Eventually she became a good girl and relinquished that control to me. After a good five to ten minutes of teasing I couldn't take it anymore. I turned off the vibrator and tossed it to the edge of the bed with every intention of replacing it with my face. I slid down and started to kiss her knees, and then her thigh and made my way closer and closer to her incredibly wet pussy. She kept it neatly trimmed and was always hot but this time I should feel the heat before even making contact. 

She whined, "Please, please, pleeeeeease. I need you to eat me out so bad. Haven't I been a good girl so far?"

It's true she had and right as I had made first contact just above her clit I hear a *knock* *knock* knock*. Figuring it was housekeeping I continued to go down on her and give her the release she desperately needed. The house keeper would see the "Do Not Disturb" sign and leave. Maybe a minute later *knock* *knock* *knock*.

"Rachel, stop fucking your little boy toy and get out here. It's our last day to hit the pools and I want a drink!", Ally said through the door in a its-my-party-and-I'll-cry-if-I-want-to tone. 

Shit, although she was clearly being facetious she had no idea what Rachel was in the middle of. But then another naughty idea came to mind. I pulled away and was trying to get up Rachel had closed her legs around my head to keep me from going anywhere. 

"Fuck you, finish what you started here!", Rachel demanded. 

It wasn't very difficult to wrangle myself free. In one swift move I flipped her around on her stomach and slapped her ass. So now her arms were crossed, tied to the head board and her legs were spread. 

I pulled out one of her ear buds and whispered, "Good things come to those who wait. It won't be long now, baby girl". 

"Okay" was all she could get out before I placed the vibrator just a couple inches inside her tight little entrance. This particular move drove her wild. Then I got out of bed, watched her squirm a little bit while putting on my boxers and then headed for the door. I looked through the peep hole and Ally was still standing there. She was wearing a white bikini that left hardly anything to the imagination. She had none of Rachel's curves but her puerto rican/italian mixed body left her with jet black hair, soft brown skin and a nice tight body on a small frame. I always thought she was undeniably sexy and told her fiancée on more than one occasion that he's incredibly lucky. With that, the decision was made and I just needed to know what she would do with this. I opened the door and stood in the doorway with nothing but my boxers that did its best to cover up my morning bulge that desperately need attention to. She looked at me with wide eyes and with a little bit of a hint that she was liking what she saw. 

"Hey Ally. Rachel's a bit tied up at the moment. Do you mind if she meets you down there?" I asked. 

Scandalized by the notion, "Yes, I mind! It's MY part weekend, remember?" she said. 

And with that I stepped to the side to show Ally what I meant what I said Rachel was "tied up". Her mouth dropped and I said, "Now, we are in the middle of something here and she just may kill me if I stop it all now to go down to the pool." "The way I see it, you can either come in and watch or head down to the pools and she'll meet you later."

Not waiting for an audible response because she looked quite shocked I simply put my hand out for her to take. She took it and I led her to the lounge chair next to our bed. 

"She can't hear or see you...unless you get loud okay?" I instructed. 

She nodded and I extracted the vibrator from Rachel's pussy. From the sound of it she was building up to her orgasm and but all she said was "Oh, you son of a bitch!"

I placed the vibrator next to Ally and told her "You can use that if you want."

Next I pulled my boxers down in front of her and revealed to her my completely naked body. 

"Would you mind going down on me for a little bit, just enough to wet it down for fucking Rachel." I asked with a sly smile. 

"Oh, I don't know. I think I'd just rather watch" she said. 

"Suit yourself." I said. 

I turned Rachel back around and spread her legs. I slid my finger inside her to see how ready she was for take the pounding she was about to receive. Oh, she was ready all right. I positioned myself and placed the tip of my cock on her lips. She willingly opened her mouth and devoured me. In just a couple of moments I had inserted myself until I felt the back of her throat. I waited until a good coat of saliva covered my cock before pulling all the way out. I slightly dragged my tip down her torso and placed myself between her legs. 

"For God's sake...please fuck me now! Use me and come inside my eager cunt! I need it sooo bad!" she demanded. 

I looked to where Ally was still sitting. She had pulled her bikini bottom to the side and was reached for the vibrator. We made eye contact, I winked at her and then proceeded to impale Rachel on my desperate cock. Rachel gave a long, deep, satisfying moan as I took long stokes in and out of her. I don't think I had fucked her this hard before and she took every hit. I took another look at Ally at it was obvious she was fucking herself with the vibrator at the same pace I was fucking Rachel. The moment was truly ecstatic. She was biting her lip to stay quiet and was being unsuccessful at it. I didn't mind, it was so sexy watching her get off to our fucking. It was all so intense.

It wasn't too long before I felt Rachel's already tight little box constrict even further around my member and that sent me into my own orgasmic frenzy. She begged me over and over to cum inside her and give her what every good girl deserves until I collapsed on top of her in the completely exhausted afterglow and a much needed lay. I kissed Rachel passionately on the lips and could hear the music playing through her ear buds still. 

I got up, approached Ally and said, "You should head out. We've got some cleaning up to do and I'll make sure she meets you girls down there soon." 

"Okay", she said with a certain weakness in her voice, "That was hands down the hottest thing I've ever witnessed or been a part of. After a weekend with horny bridesmaids I definitely needed that, thank you."

I smiled and walked her to the door, "She'll be down soon."

I untied Rachel and pulled the mask off her sweaty face. She had a dazed look to her, completely glazed over. We then proceeded to shower and get ready for the day. I opted to stay in the room and get a little bit of rest. She threw on a swimsuit and headed down to where they had decided to hang out at. Rachel made her way to where Ally was sunbathing, set up a chair next to her. They did a little bit of small talk as they relaxed in the sun. 

Then, without any sort of preamble, she turns to Ally and asks, "So, did you enjoy the show?"



A Long Weekend Pt. 01



This is the very first story I wrote during a lazy, hot week away in Majorca, Spain. It started out as playing around but I soon realised I quite enjoyed the writing (and so did my wife; she could get more sun bathing!). Over the next few months on our return, I added a few more parts. It focuses on a young couple, Sarah and Steve, from the suburbs of a north western English city. They are invited over to a friend's villa in Spain and over the course of their weekend they encounter many new experiences. It starts on the night before they go away.

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A Long Weekend

Part 1

Thursday Night

Chapter 1

He was close now. Thirty minutes of hard, physical work. Now it was time. He grunted and threw his head back, sweat dripping from his brow. She looked up at him with both a smug satisfaction and expectation. Her hand gripped his meaty, thick cock, fingers dancing over his glistening tip. Her other hand brushed like a feather, over his heavy, smooth, shaven balls, coaxing his cum to rise. She leaned forward once more and lightly kissed his excited, quivering red tip. Moaning deeply again in growing anticipation, he gently pushed her back on her knees. She relinquished her grip, reaching to tease her erect nipple and watched intently as he grasped at his own cock and started furiously pumping. Straight in front of her, inches from her face.

She shook her hair loose, knowing what was to come. Tucking, her long blonde hair over her ears with both hands she looked up, doe eyed, meeting his urgent gaze. She smiled, waiting for his sign. He grunted once again. She opened her mouth, ready to receive what promised to be a heavy, creamy load. Two or three more rapid jerks and he were there. 

"Oh Godddd!"

"Mmmmmm"

His body convulsed, the first jet of spunk splattered against her waiting tongue. The second spurted deliciously into her hungry mouth. 

"Fuck!"

"Mmmmmmmm"

A third bolt of cum suddenly shot out against her chin, messily rolling down her throat, onto her tits.

She smiled. Leaning forward, she licked his spent cock from his balls to the tip, sucking the remaining spunk still seeping out from his twitching end. He groaned and clutched her hair as she opened her lips wider to dirtily slide his still hard shaft down to her throat. 

She moaned, almost a sigh, unable to speak, her mouth crammed full of cock.

"Mmmmmmmm"

The screen slowly faded to black. The credits rolled.

Chapter 2

Boring. Sarah eventually decided to walk home. She had enjoyed the drinks though, after work with the girls; that cute barman had made a pass at her, but the journey home had pissed her off. Firstly, her friend wouldn't stop whining about her cheating boyfriend, secondly, the taxi drivers' constant leering and exploring glances in the rear view mirror had unsettled her. She paid both her and her friend's fares and left a small begrudging tip. Anyway, she would welcome the fresh, cold air to sober her up while she set out on the half mile back to their house.

It would be a good time to think what else she would need to pack for their weekend away at Jane's new villa in Spain. She had spent the morning before she went to work, ironing and folding most of it, ready to be packed away in the suitcase. 

The thing was, she didn't know what to expect; was it going to be a casual weekend or were smart clothes expected? She was aware that Jane had married this man last year and then split up from him months later. He had made her a settlement, leaving her with more money than she could ever hope to spend - expensive meals, smart new cars and top end clothes. Now she also had this place, on the coast near Barcelona. Whatever, Sarah knew that she was going to enjoy it anyway, spend some quality time in the sun, by the pool.

Oh God! ...a villa with a private pool! She and Steve could spend hours lazily getting even more tanned. She needed this break even though they had only come back from their last holiday in Italy three weeks earlier. She had got a deep tan in that week away which she had desperately managed to maintain. She wasn't shy to show it off. Short, flirty dresses, low cut tops - she wanted to make the other girls jealous and the boys smile. Her pouty, dark Mediterranean looks had worked; one or two bitchy comments she'd overheard from the girls at work and more than a few admiring, second glances from the guys whenever she had been out.

Her fit, toned and brown body had obviously triggered off a spark in her boyfriend Steve. She smiled to herself as she remembered fucking constantly throughout their time away. Oh God, it was good! Steve was probably looking forward to this break as much as her. It would take his mind off things. He was a born worrier, worried that his job at the local supermarket wasn't safe. She would stand by him. She loved him, loved his sense of humour, ever since they'd been introduced to each other. What was it? Four years ago?

Still smiling, as the first lazy drops of rain began to fall, maybe Steve would be up waiting for her and they would fall onto the bed. Steve would stretch her tight panties to one side and fuck her hard just like he had done, against a wall, on the walk home from that restaurant in Sorrento. A charge of sexual excitement surged through her.

Firstly though, she had to get out of this increasingly heavy rain. There was no shelter apart from the scrawny, ghostly over hanging trees and she was becoming drenched. Her long brunette hair stuck to her face and the short, white dress she was wearing moulded itself to her body.

Sarah trotted as best she could in her high heels towards their front door. The puddles on the pavement splashing her ankles, Breathlessly, she arrived and spent a frustrating short while searching for her keys in her bag. Once inside, pushing the door quietly shut, she kicked off her heels and shouted to see if Steve was still awake.

"Hi-Ya?"

No answer. In the silence she stood and pulled the strands of hair back from her soaked face. She became aware of a low muffled sound coming from the living room. More, it seemed as she carefully listened, moans and groans. Oh God! Was he alright? She crashed urgently into the room.

Chapter 3

Bloody Hell! There he was, sitting on his favourite side of the sofa, nearest to her, burning cigarette in hand, bottle of beer in another. Slumped on the other end was his best friend Dave. A slowly, burnt out butt, and a thick tumbler of whisky.

They both jolted up in surprise, shocked at her dramatic entrance. Then a shameful, embarrassment dawned over them, knowing that they had been caught red handed. The flickering screen in the corner of the darkened room was the evidence. The groans and moans had been girls on the television. Being screwed senseless by a number of energetic, well hung men. Fucking porn!

"Alright Sar..." Steve chirped, his eyes wide open, trying to sound as if it was an everyday thing. There was no place for him to hide.

Sarah smirked and shook her head slowly in disdain. "You better not mess that up." She pointed to a pile of ironed clothes stacked on the only single chair in the room. Glancing around the floor and seeing the brimming ashtrays she continued, more vocally. "Oh Christ Steve, It fucking stinks in here!"

Steve pursed his lips, put his hand up in apology and Dave nodded slowly, not wanting to meet her searching glare. She bent down to pick a pair of Steve's pants from the floor, flung them back onto the pile of clothes and then realised that they were both looking at her body intently with open mouths. She looked down at her sodden dress trying to figure out what they were staring at. It was not only clinging to her curvy figure but it had become almost transparent, showing a very revealing bra and almost non-existent panties. 

"You're looking very well tonight, my dear" Dave chuckled.

"Oh fuck off Dave!" she retorted, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping over her. "Don't get any ash on the sofa please, Dave" she said in a mocking voice, trying in vain to avert his gaze.

"Oh alright... alright" He said, irritated, leaning forward and stubbing out his cigarette in a dirty coffee cup. Then he exhaled, his eyes narrowed, a dirty, smug smile on his face, undressing her. He returned to watch the television screen. Sarah shook her head again, looked at him in annoyance and muttered. 

"For Christ's sake..."

Chapter 4

Dave wasn't nicknamed (behind his back), Dickhead Dave for nothing. Steve's best friend, he had the gift of making a complete mess of everything. If she and Steve had been to the pub with Dave and Kate, he was the type to always bring back a bottle of red for the girls when they had asked for white. Kate must be very patient with him or he had something special hidden away to compensate for his stupidity. Kate wouldn't hear a bad word against him, although the time he had turned up at the airport, having left his passport at home was particularly fraught. 

"Right then, you dirty perverts, I'm going for a shower and getting changed...get me a drink...and, oh...by the way keep the film going" she said, nodding and grinning at the screen and then turning to go upstairs.

Steve and Dave mumbled and turned back to the writhing erotic bodies.

Sarah resignedly smiled to herself as she climbed the stairs. She didn't mind a dirty film once in a while. Steve was usually at his best after they had watched a bit of porn. To be fair, it excited her, turned her on, too.

That's right, she thought. It was four years since they had known each other. Steve had charmed her no end when they first met. The ironic thing was that she had had a real crush on Dave at the time, with his easy going outlook on life, but Dave had veered towards her friend Kate and Sarah felt guilty about trying to edge in. Steve had appeared one night in the local pub with Dave and they had all ended up chatting. Sarah found herself readily flirting with Steve and soon they were an item. On their first date, Steve was a real gentleman and took her for a drink in a country pub. The next date, always the gentleman, he impressed her with an expensive meal. The third date he drove them to the cinema and after the film they kissed and touched each other to the point of frustration. On the fourth date, a trip to a theatre in London had ended with a night at a smart hotel. He didn't behave like a gentleman that night, Sarah smiled to herself. She had definitely found out what pent up feelings he had had for her. She was even more aroused now.

Looking at herself in the bedroom mirror she slowly peeled her tight fitting, wet dress from her body. The cold, damp of her smooth skin showed itself on her twenty two year old, pert young breasts ; her sensitive brown nipples stood out rock solid, aching to be touched...flicked with a stiff tongue...

She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once under the shower head she gasped as the hot water warmed her up. She closed her eyes in satisfaction. The sexual urge still nagged away at her as she threw her head back to shake the water from her long hair. She needed Steve's cock inside her so badly now and the snippet of porn she had glimpsed had aroused her even more. 

If only he could find a way of getting Dave out of the house so that she and Steve could spend the rest of the night screwing each other.

Her hand wandered down over her flat tummy to her smooth, hairless pussy and she rubbed and circled her fingertips over her now excited clit. Another finger pushed down more firmly onto her receptive pussy lips, feeling the slickness on her folds. The excitement built inside her as she thought about fingering herself, bringing herself off in the shower. But...Oh God... She was going to wait for Steve's hard cock later, be pleasured and brought to a shuddering climax by his stiffness. 

She sighed with reluctance, slowly withdrew her fingers, turned off the shower and towelled herself slowly, making sure she rubbed once again over her erect clit. In the steamed up mirror, she found herself flushed in the face, gazing at her tanned body, appreciating her ample breasts, her nipples still rudely erect, poking youthfully northwards.

Once dry, Sarah padded naked to the bedroom, pushed her damp hair back over her shoulder and looked for something to wear in the drawer. She fumbled around for some pyjamas, some nightwear, anything suitable. Her hand brushed against the rigid hardness of her thick vibrator, a Valentine's present from Steve. Her legs turned to jelly at the sight of it. Her fingers curled around its intimidating, satisfying girth. She stared and gasped, lips slightly parted, just thinking of its solid throbbing on her clit, its heaviness, as it buzzed against the folds of her pussy. The ridges and curves seemed so tempting...

Then she saw what she wanted. "Fuck it!" She moaned to herself." I'll get him going tonight." 

She hadn't worn this for months. A short, black silk chemise. Another present from Steve, she fondly remembered it hadn't lasted very long on her body before he had lustfully screwed her hard on the stairs when she had first worn it. She slipped it on, adjusted the thin shoulder straps and felt the tight smoothness of the silk against her body. Looking in the mirror Sarah realised there wasn't much left to the imagination and looked around for some black lacy panties. She was about to step into them but had second thoughts, smirked at her own naughtiness and threw them back into the drawer.

The thrill of wearing so little in front of Steve almost overwhelmed her. She couldn't help but envisage his face, how stiff his prick would be, when she walked in.

She frowned, noticing a small white, dried mark on the hem. She gently scratched at it with her long fingernails and just then realised what the mark was. Just how it had got there. She grinned. It was a good night. Dirty Boy.

She'd almost forgotten about Dave. Fuck! She paused. She couldn't display herself like this. What should she do? Oh fuck him...Dave would just have to go home. She pushed her shoulders back, cupped her breasts in her hands, checked her barely hidden bum in the mirror and walked to the bedroom door.

Chapter 5

Tip-toeing downstairs she saw Steve's head through the banisters making his way into the kitchen. She avoided the dark living room, still hearing the moaning girls, and followed him into the kitchen. She leaned against the door frame and watched him open the fridge and reach for another beer.

"What do you think of this Steve?" she said quietly.

He looked around suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh fucking hell Sar! He spluttered. "You look... fuck me...well... ...fucking fit!"

"I thought you'd like it" she smiled seductively, slowly making her way, running her hands sensually down her body and over her hips, to stand in front of him. "It still fits, doesn't it?"

"Christ, yes! I've got to take that off and push you over the table" He gasped.

"Oh God, please ..." She moaned quietly, frustrated that she couldn't have him then. "You've got to give me one Steve... ...I'm so fucking wet for you". 

Sarah moved closer, pushing him back against the sideboard, grinding her pussy against his hips. "Feel how wet I am, I want you inside me" she whispered and leant in to kiss him. Her hand grabbed his and guided it quickly down between her legs.

"Fucking hell" he whispered back. "You're not wearing any panties!" He grinned and let his fingertips roam over her swollen pussy lips, almost sucking him in. Sarah groaned deeply, while looking lustfully into his eyes, feeling his fingers begin to part her smooth lips. Her palm firmly rubbed over the solid hardness she had created in his trousers, and then moved upwards slowly with her fingers to unbuckle his belt. Slowly getting to the point of no return.

Chapter 6

"Aye... Aye... what's going on here then?" Sarah and Steve both shot out of their passion and turned to see Dave leering at them from the doorway.

"Fuck Off Dave!" The pair of them shouted in unison. Realising they had both said it at once, they both chuckled nervously and blushed. Dave smirked, put his hands up in way of apology and slinked back into the living room.

"I'll bring a drink through in a minute mate..." Steve called after him and then looked across at Sarah. "I'm sorry my love..."

"Christ Ste, can't you get him out of the house, or something?" she whispered, annoyed, looking into his eyes, still lovingly stroking the stiffness in his jeans.

"I will, my love...give it an hour and a half and he's gone - the boxing should be finished by then..."

"Boxing...what...an hour and a half? Fuck that, I'm going to bed!"

Sarah turned, on her heels, to flounce, frustrated out of the kitchen but Steve darted forward and caught hold of her hand.

"I'm sorry" he whispered, "I know, he's such a dick, but just this once and after he's gone, we can carry on...can't we?" He smiled and raised his eyebrows at her, hopefully.

"Oh God... Ste, bloody hell! Alright then..." She kept hold of his hand and grinned. "Are you still watching that dirty stuff in there?"

"Yeah...kind of...would you like to join me"?

"Only if I can have some of that later" she smirked and reached forward again and traced her finger slowly across the outline of his stiff erection.

"

It's a deal" he grunted, with a broad, relieved, smile and led her into the living room.

Chapter 7

Dave was sat at the end of the sofa looking like a chastised dog. His eyes came away briefly from the screen and glanced at Sarah's sexy tanned body. She was aware of him surreptitiously looking and pulled at the chemise to try and cover her smooth, bare thighs. She moved round and, seeing the ironed clothes knew that she had no option but to sit next to him. She knew she was fighting a losing battle as the hem of her chemise rose higher still. Another three inches and her shaved pussy would be fully exposed.

"Ste?" she said urgently, frowning at her predicament. "Can you switch the light off?"

Steve reached across to the lamp and turned the room into darkness leaving just the light from the flickering television. He then came to sit next to her, put his arm around her, pulled her closer and clasped her hand. She shifted closer and nuzzled into his shoulder and kissed his neck.

The porn was crap. The acting, if you could call having sex on screen as 'acting', was so unreal - choreographed, implanted, moaning and cumming almost on demand. It wasn't like any of her experiences. It turned her on though, in a bizarre, animalistic kind of way. Her mind flashed back to, was it only last weekend? She and Steve had sat on opposite sides of the room after showering, watching a similar film. She had got horny, pulled her dressing gown apart and splayed her legs, dirtily draping them over both arms of the chair, frantically fingering her wet cunt to the scenes on the TV. Steve had watched in wild eyed approval for a while and then he'd muttered, called her all sorts of obscenities and undone his dressing gown. His hand had cupped his big balls while he slowly and firmly tossed himself off. They had frantically pleasured themselves, watching each other, watching the sex unfold until she could breathlessly cum no more and he had reached a crescendo and unleashed copious jets of warm spunk all over his stomach and fingers.

She traced her finger up his thigh and over his bulging cock under his trousers.

"Don't!" He whispered, embarrassed by her forwardness and kissed her on the cheek. This alerted Dave, who gulped at his whisky and now stared down unashamedly at her smooth thighs, taking in at how much they had, unknown to Sarah, exposed themselves even more.

Sarah coughed nervously, but still felt flirty and stroked her boyfriend's chest. "This is a bit bland isn't it Ste, haven't you got something a bit...you know,...a bit harder?"




A Long Weekend Pt. 01



"Wah Hey!" exclaimed Dave, gleefully clapping his hands, "I knew you were a girl after my own heart!"

"Don't get carried away Dave" she smirked and then looked back up at Steve, enquiring, her eyebrows rising suggestively.

"I'll get you something ... but it's a bit wrong...I don't think anyone else should see it really...are you sure you're up for it?"

"Go on then! What's wrong with it?" she pushed on "Anything can be better than this crap"

Steve got up and walked over to the DVD player. 

"I don't think you'll like this" he said, fishing out a disc, hidden behind the television.

"Why's that then?"

"I got it from a fella at work. I think that there's some couples having sex with other couples and gangbangs and all that"

"You mean swingers?"

"Yeah...that sort of thing..."

"That's dirty...but you're such a prude Ste...put it on!" She smirked.

Dave couldn't help himself, leaned forward, built himself up and put his hand on Sarah's thigh and blurted out "Yeah... and you should know all about that Steve!"

Sarah sat up in surprise, turning sharply to face her boyfriend. "What's that, what does he mean?"

"Oh God!" groaned Steve, knowing what was coming, wishing the ground would open up. "Oh, just shut it, Dave!" he said.

"Go on then, tell me what's happened" Sarah asked intently.

Dave shook his head slowly, he stuttered, realising his own stupidity, he grinned awkwardly, but he confessed anyway.

"Just before he met you," he pointed accusingly at Steve,"Three of us went down to London"

"And...?"

"Well... Ade copped off with this old girl in a club we were at. We didn't have anywhere to stay so we all went back to hers."

"How old was she?"

"About thirty, I think." 

"And...?"

"We had a bit more drink, had a spliff..."

"And...?"

"Ade made us!"

"Made you what?" Sarah's voice rose.

"Well alright...but you've got to remember, Ste didn't know you then..."

"You fucked her didn't you"?

"That's one way of putting it"

"Hold on... there were three of you!"

"Yeah...she had a very busy night"

"You dirty, fucking bastards!" She leapt up and glared at Steve, who now had his hands cupped over his face in shock. She hurriedly walked out to the kitchen.

"You're such a knob-head at times Dave" Steve moaned between his fingers, exasperated at seeing Dave's smirking face. "That's the last of her I'll see this weekend."

Chapter 8

Sarah poured herself another drink and grinned to herself. She was actually quite turned on by what she had just heard, but not surprised though. She knew her boyfriend had some dark secrets hidden in his past. Steve had always told her in bed as he played with her, about his fantasy of a threesome, screwing another girl, with Sarah, his girlfriend joining in. She had replied, gasping, feeling his incredible hardness slide inside her, that she quite liked the idea of another man's thick cock inside her. To feel two men pleasuring her at the same time...

"It was a long time ago Sar..." Steve gently said as he walked up silently behind her and put his hands on her hips.

"I know, maybe I'm jealous..., I think you'd like to see me with another man though, wouldn't you?!" She grinned towards the floor, not meeting his eye. "Would you like that?"

"That's very naughty...It would be a turn on though!" Steve said, smiling, feeling relieved that she had taken the whole thing in good nature.

"Was she a slut?"

"Oh God, yeah, definitely!"

"Did she turn you on as much as me?"

"No way!" He leaned forward and cupped her naked bum with his hands, underneath her silky top, kissing her gently on her pursed lips.

"I can be a slut too sometimes you know" she said provocatively, raising her eyes slowly to his.

"I love it when you're all dirty for me!"

"I want to be your slut tonight Ste"

"I'll try and get him out as soon as possible" he whispered, smiled, kissed her again and squeezed her bum cheeks.

"Watch this!" She pushed his hands away and stepped forward purposely, looking back over her shoulder, heading back to the living room, a glass in hand, a flirtatious smile on her face. "Are you coming then?"

Chapter 9

Dave looked round, waiting for the fireworks, as Sarah brushed past him and then stood in front of the television facing him.

"Did you give her a good time then Dave" she murmured, smirking.

"Erm..."

"Did you cum on her...do it all over her, you dirty bastards?"

"Erm..."

Sarah was enjoying watch him squirm, going red in the face. Steve sneaked back into the room wondering what was going on.

"I bet she sucked you all off didn't she?

"Well... alright then ... she did" Dave said quietly, flustered. He was admitting defeat.

Sarah looked at them both, hands resting on her hips, almost mocking them, her tight, short chemise revealing lots of her tempting, smooth, feminine skin. 

"Mmmmm...That's quite interesting... I didn't think you boys had it in you"!

She paused and ran her hands casually over her breasts and down the front of the silky top, stopping just short of her bare legs. Her tits looked large and firm underneath the thin material. Her nipples, hard and excited, tented the silk. It felt good.

She turned round to face the television. "Where's that DVD then Ste?"

"

Just on top of the player"

She knelt down and crawled forward to slide the silver disc into the machine. Momentarily, she bent further forward, sexily, letting her chemise ride up, briefly exposing her smooth, lightly tanned bum. The disc tray closed and she waited for the film to start. Now on her hands and knees, she arched her back, turned over her shoulder with a smouldering look and teasingly bit her bottom lip, moving her hips from side to side, her pussy slit and tiny puckered bum-hole perfectly obvious, seeing the effect it had on the boys.

"That's cheeky Sar..." said Steve in a low voice, trying to sound in charge of the situation, his voice almost catching in nervousness.

"Whoops!" She said, unconvincingly, pulling down slowly at the hem of her chemise. "I didn't mean for that to happen!"

Dave shifted, eyes wide open in surprise and moved to get up "I'd better be off now" he spluttered, stubbing his cigarette out. A look of sheer panic crossed his face.

"No... Not yet Dave... you'll miss your boxing...and besides this looks like it could be good..." she turned back to the television. How she enjoyed playing with him, seeing his discomfort.

She got up and turned to sit down between them. She pushed Dave back down once more and smiled, seeing the satisfactory bulge she had created in his jeans. She put her hand to rest on Steve's leg and snuggled back up to him.

Chapter 10

The screen came to life in front of them. No credits, no cheesy classical music. The picture was grainy, amateur even. It wasn't the usual 'Hollywood' porn they were used to. A busty woman, looked in her thirties, kneeled naked on a bed, blindfolded. She smiled nervously, muttering, they couldn't make out what she was saying. The camera jinked so that the cameraman could get in a better, more comfortable position. She opened her mouth to speak once again and slowly took the blindfold from her eyes. 

"What the fuck is this?" Sarah lifted her head and looked at her boyfriend.

"Oh Jesus... Steve!" Dave gasped .He looked almost desperately at Steve and then put his hands over his face in embarrassment...

"I told you. I shouldn't have let you see it" Steve replied, moving forward, reaching to turn the film off. 

"Hold on...Hold on... Isn't that...that's the woman we met at your works Christmas party, isn't it?" said Sarah, her brow furrowing. "You know...that bitch who tried chatting you up?"

"Yeah" replied her boyfriend, uncomfortably.

The camera moved slightly to the right towards the bedroom door. Four young naked men came into view. Their hard erections danced in front of them. The woman laughed, unheard, at the camera and wagged her finger, playfully reprimanding whoever it was recording. Then she was silent and focussed her attention on the four, naked, horny strangers in her bedroom.

"Oh ...My...God!" Sarah sat up, fascinated. 

The men slowly crowded around the bed and then reached forward to stroke the woman's body. The woman responded and lifted upwards to kiss the hairy man closest to her. She then lay back, spread her legs invitingly wide open, closed her eyes and smiled. Another of the men nodded at the camera and mouthed a silent 'OK?

"What the fuck Ste? ...What's she doing?"

"I'm going to turn it off now" said Steve, a determined look on his face.

"No! No! Leave it on!" Sarah replied, a sly smile curling on her lips. "I've got to watch this!"

"Oh Fuck Ste!" Dave muttered once more. "What have you done?" He grinned.

"She's got four men in that room with her. Oh my God...it looks like they're going to screw her!"

"I know" said Steve, resigned, giving in to his girlfriend's amazement.

"Hold on...which one is her husband?" Sarah asked , then momentarily distracted as the woman took one of the cocks greedily into her mouth and let two of the others kiss her breasts and stroke between her legs.

"It's...erm...it's..."

"Tell her Ste" Dave suggested.

"It's...well...erm...he's the one behind the camera."

Sarah didn't seem to realise what her boyfriend was saying as she sat engrossed, watching the woman's hands jerking two of the men and lifting her pelvis to allow a third to slide his finger s inside her. 

"What!" Sarah exclaimed, incredulous, just becoming aware of what her boyfriend had just said. She looked at him with a slight smile. "He's filming his wife?"

"Yeah"

"He's filming her getting fucked by all those men?"

"Yeah"

"Dirty bastard!"

"I know, I don't know why he gave it to me." He paused seeing the look of bewilderment on Sarah's face. "Do you want me to turn it off now?"

"No! No! Keep it playing!" She laughed. "This is so fucking dirty...she's a fucking dirty slut...and he is too!" 

She glanced at Dave. "What makes you film that, film you're wife getting screwed...? Why are they doing that Dave?"

"Whatever gets you off I suppose."

"Hmmmm..."

"I think it was what she wanted for her birthday"

"Oh, right!" she giggled as the first man positioned himself between her legs and pushed forward. The woman turned her head towards the camera, opened her eyes and smiled at her husband then opened her mouth in ecstasy as the first cock began to fill her. Sarah muttered "I'd have been happy with a meal or a bottle of perfume!"

She settled back to watch, nuzzling up to Steve. "I think she likes licking his cock doesn't she?" Sarah whispered, nodding at the screen. She nibbled Steve playfully on the ear and breathlessly said "God, she's made him so fucking stiff...I wouldn't mind some of that!"

"Naughty girl" muttered Steve, stroking her thigh firmly. Sarah's hand moved slowly upwards and tickled her fingers over the erection in his pants. "That feels good" he murmured, barely coherently, in the semi darkness.

Dave shifted again uncomfortably, his leg pressed involuntarily against Sarah's. She put her other hand on his thigh and lightly moved it up and down in rhythm with the constant pumping on the screen. "Jesus! I think they're all going to do her aren't they Dave?" She looked straight into his eyes, teasing him.

Dave coughed, "Yeah... she's going to have them all." He looked forward nervously, trying to ignore her look. He was gradually realising she was playing with him and chuckled. He put his large hand over her thigh unconsciously, in response.

"Oh my God, Where's he come from?" Sarah's voice grew animated "She's got two men fucking her now!"

"Yeah" grunted Steve, his eyes unwavering from the screen.

"Just think Ste," She whispered into his ear, "If she'd got her hands on you at that party..."

The film continued and the room fell into an awkward silence. She knew she shouldn't have put herself in this situation. Behaving like she was. Watching a home- made, hard-core porn film alone or with her boyfriend was bad enough. But she was also sandwiched alongside the guy, for which she had lusted for so long before she had met her boyfriend Steve.

Chapter 11

Sarah felt Steve's finger's cheekily exploring the top of her thighs, pushing the silky material higher and higher. She opened her mouth and moaned very quietly as Steve lightly danced his fingertips across her hidden slit.

"God, I need fucking like that Ste..." she whispered desperately. She re-focussed her eyes quickly from the screen, glancing down in shock as she realised Steve had her wet pussy now fully exposed and...Oh God... was it really happening... Dave's big hand now stroking, his fingers creeping, very slowly closer, ever closer, to her smooth mound.

"Oh God, Steve!" Sarah moaned anxiously into her boyfriend's ear. "What's happening!?" She nudged him and directed his eyes down to Dave's fingers gradually wandering upwards. "But, I've...we've never done this before"

"Do you want to?" he whispered. The nervous tension consumed them.

"I'm so turned on Ste..."

"So am I..."

Chapter 12

Dave breathed heavily and his heart beat out of his chest, hesitating to see if Sarah would stop him, but then he caught the look in his best friend's narrowed eyes. A slight nod of his head towards him told him everything. That it was OK. Steve was going to let him. She was about to allow him. He realised that she wasn't fooling around with him anymore when she parted her legs slightly to let him touch the inside of her warm thigh. 

Sarah kissed Steve hard, almost suffocating him in wet, horny desperation. She pulled away to look at Dave, only inches from her face. She searched his eyes and gasped, revealing her unforgotten lust for him. It answered Dave's unspoken question. She kissed him, a light kiss on the lips. Her body was aching for sex now.

She put her hands down and grabbed the two boy's hands. Quickly she bought them up so that they rested on her exposed smooth pussy. "C'mon then boys...fucking put them inside me...just do it..." she moaned.

Steve watched her eyes fluttering as he worked his fingers to her wet opening. He circled his fingers around her clit, watching excitement contort her face as he played. She gasped as his fingers smoothly sank inside her and worked deep. Her head fell back against the back of the sofa, her mouth opened.

"Fuck...Fuck...Oh Fucking hell!"

Dave groaned, moved his fingers and felt the slick juice leaking from her pussy, down the inside of her leg.

He grabbed her slender thigh and hooked it over his knee. Steve saw what he had done and did the same. Sarah's legs were spread wide apart now, presenting herself to them. Her bare feet dangled in the air and Steve wasted no time in fucking his fingers inside her once again.

"Oh God ...Oh fuuuuck!" she gasped and put her arms over the shoulders of the two excited boys.

Dave stroked the top of her smooth legs, looking open mouthed in awe, not believing that this was happening. He watched Steve frantically fingering his girlfriend in front of him. Fast, then slow, deep, then teasing, three fingers.

"Let me see what you've got" Dave softly said and leaned across with his spare hand and slowly slipped a silk strap from her shoulder. The thin material dropped away revealing one of her gorgeous heaving breasts. Sarah looked down, seeing her nipple hard and erect, knowing it was quite impressive.

"Well...?" she gasped, proudly, pouting, then sighing at Dave.

"You don't mind do you?" He put his head down and kissed her breast while sliding the other strap down her arm. He flickered over her other newly exposed breast with his fingers enticing her nipples even more. Steve moaned as he watched another man begin to lick and suck on his girlfriend's tits. He started to finger her even harder and could feel Sarah lifting herself in pure excitement wanting them further and deeper into her slippery hole.

"Fuck, fuck, Oh God... fuck" she whimpered, feeling the two boys using her body. Their fingers, those hands, his tongue. Dave's palm quickly slid down her bare, taut tummy and his fingers joined Steve's. It wasn't long before he had managed to cram a finger inside her and then... was it two...Oh my God ...more...? She didn't know. Didn't care. She kept pushing against their urgent thick fingers, hearing her pussy dirtily squelching juice as they finger fucked her. "Don't stop...Don't stop" she moaned frantically. A thumb circled hard against her throbbing, stiff clit and started to massage it.

She wasn't far away from crashing orgasm now. The boys were quietly grunting, using her, exciting her. She could feel Steve's hot breath panting against her neck, Dave kissing her now naked shoulders. Steve pulled his sodden fingers out of her pussy and lifted her up, quickly putting a thick finger, slick, lubricated with her juice, prodding against her incredibly tight asshole.

"No Steve!" She moaned. "Not there!" but Dave kept flashing what felt like a handful of fingers up her stretched, dripping cunt. Steve pressed more firmly and she could feel her tight hole opening up to accept him.

Her jaw tightened, "Oh fuuuuuck , I'm cum...cum...cumming" she screamed. The two boys were pleasuring her like she couldn't believe. A slow beautiful feeling spread from her clit right through her belly. "Oh God...Oh God...Oh Yes!" A wave of orgasm overcame her. Her pussy clenched their fingers and she could feel her arsehole begin to throb in pure joy. She breathed short sharp breaths as her delicious climax came and slowly faded. Slowly she put her hand down to grasp Dave's wrist to try to slow his pumping fingers. 

"Jesus ...you both just made me cum" she whispered excitedly. Steve pulled away gradually and kissed her on her neck and then lips. She responded to him, looked into his eyes and their tongues thrashed away, tasting each other. Dave went back to kissing her tummy and moved up to once again to flick his hard tongue against her nipples. Sarah moaned and then moved back in the sofa.

"Oh God, what have I done?" she murmured, her eyes cast guiltily downwards; fingers locked in Dave's hair, watching her tummy breathlessly rise and fall. Her breasts and impossibly aroused nipples were covered in Dave's greedy, glistening saliva. Her legs trembled; she could still feel her cunt contracting, gloriously satisfied.

"Did it feel good then?" Steve asked

"What do you think!?"

"I think Dave enjoyed it!" He gestured towards Dave, a satisfied smile on his face, dirtily licking Sarah's love juice from his fingertips, rubbing the outline of the pressing bulge he had in his trousers with his other hand. "I think it's our turn now?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively and smirked at her. Sarah noticed her boyfriend fumble for his belt and buttons of his jeans.

Sarah moved to get up, brushing her hand purposely slowly across both boys' firm erections, betrayed by the bulge in their pants. " What do you want me to do?" She asked as she slowly got to her feet, her chemise slipped down her legs away from her body leaving her completely naked and exposed. She saw the pure lust in their eyes. "Oh...I get it!"

Chapter 13

She stood in front of them, taunting them provocatively with her hands on her hips, displaying her heaving breasts and shaven, freshly fingered pussy and licked her lips slowly. "One at a time though boys!"

She slowly knelt to the ground and grabbed Steve's hand, pulling him up so that he was standing in front of her. With a seductive smile she slowly looked up into his wild, hungry eyes whilst gradually unbuttoning his pants. Steve ran his hands through her hair, pushing it back away from her face. He wanted a clear view of this. She pulled his jeans to his knees and then reached forward to kiss his twitching hard on underneath the material of his boxer shorts.




A Long Weekend Pt. 01



"Christ, I'm going to cum so soon" he muttered and quickly pulled his own shorts down. His thick cock sprang out and Sarah could see what he meant. Droplets of pre-cum oozed, tantalisingly slowly out of his purple slit and she quickly grasped it firmly with her hand. She jerked up and down his length and the licked the tip, tasting his salty juice on her tongue. Her lips slowly opened and locked around his bulbous end, lashing over it with her eager hot tongue.

"Mmmmmm!"

"Jesus...Fucking hell...Yes!" Steve bucked, releasing a great spurt of cum, shooting half into Sarah's open mouth and over her lips. A second strong spurt splashed against her chin and her throat, trickling slowly down her chest. She smiled and looked up at him, licking his cum from her lips and then teasing his cock even more with light loving kisses. She knew he liked this. She was going to do this until all his cum had seeped out and his tool had finished twitching.

When he'd relaxed and softened, Sarah pushed him easily down back onto the sofa, jeans and pants still around his knees. She looked at her boyfriend, their eyes exploring one another's. Oh God. She had just sucked him off, in front of another man. Now she looked hesitantly across at Dave.

I've never done this before" she said coyly "You've got to promise you won't tell anyone else."

"OK" he said, his face straight, quickly reaching for his belt and undoing his trousers. He stood up, inches from her cum splattered face "But you asked for it, you know that, don't you?" She nodded meekly. He put his hands down to slide off his pants.

He slowly teased them down and Sarah gasped in amazement at the huge erection which slowly bobbed in front of her, tapping her on the cheek. Veiny, a thick trembling head, foreskin fully rolled back. As hard and erect as stone, like those Italian statues. Oh God, what was she to do with this? She glanced over at Steve who nodded his wild eyed appreciation. "Fuck...They come in all sizes I'm afraid my love!" he giggled.

"Oooh, you're a big boy aren't you!? Sarah looked up at Dave's face sensing his excitement and murmured "I'm going to suck you off ... You big bastard...Let Steve to see me sucking another man's dick" Dave sniggered expectantly.

"I knew you'd suck my cock one day..."

She tentatively reached out and stroked his firm, thick prick with the back of her fingers and then caressed his cum filled balls with her other hand. Slowly she grasped it as best she could, her fingers struggling to get around his circumference. Dave breathed out and clutched her hair, pulling her face towards his massive tool. Sarah grasped his bum cheeks and dug her fingernails in, opening her lips and mouth as wide as she could to accept his throbbing cock.

"Suck me hard ...you fucking tease" he groaned and drove his length roughly into her mouth and nudged the back of her throat. She gagged, letting Dave fuck into her mouth, building himself into an urgent climax. Sarah managed to prise herself back and away, leaving a glistening string of saliva messily drooling between her bottom lip and the tip of his cock. 

" Slow down...let me lick you" She said, catching her breath and took him between her wide open lips again, lashing her tongue, her head bobbing up and down as much as she could on his big erection. Then...she could feel it pulsating on her lips, coming, building, like her boyfriend's orgasm. Dave's body tensed and started pumping slowly as his seed slowly rose from his fat balls. He exploded with a shout. His hot cum streamed into her mouth, nearly choking her with the volume.

She had to release his cock from her mouth to get air, allowing his sticky cum to gush out from between her abused lips, down her chin and onto her breasts. He tossed himself in front of her face, his fingers expertly flashing up and down his cock, teasing every last drop of his cum out.

Dave collapsed back onto the sofa, pulsating cock in hand, with a smile on his face. "I bet you'd like it even better up that tight cunt wouldn't you?" He said, eyes enquiring, looking at her, and then glancing at Steve.

"The slutty bitch wants to play with both of us" Steve smiled in agreement "She's been asking for it all night."

Sarah spluttered in shock, wiping away salty cum from her top lip. "But...But...I thought you only wanted a blow job!?"

"Oh c'mon Sar, you've told me you want it really, don't you?" Steve whined. "You've wanted two of us for ages"

"Have I"? She said with a dirty smile. "Are you going to fuck me now...going to teach me a lesson?" She wiped more sticky spurt away from her chin and pulled a tissue from the side to mop the cum from her tanned body. Rising again to her feet she slowly walked past them, teasing, naked, examining their still engorged cocks. She paused to switch off the film, seeing the woman still moaning silently, still fucking, full of cock, matted with cum.

"I'm going to bed now... don't be long"

She reached the door, looked back towards them over her shoulder and winked.

"...both of you"

Sarah left the room, once again feeling butterflies and a surge of excitement building. Was she going to be fucked by these two men? Once upstairs she lay naked on the cool bed sheets, her body breathing deeply. Maybe, she thought, she should be ashamed of what was about to happen. Or maybe she could be a slut for the night, just like that woman, having them both abuse her mouth, body and pussy until all three of them were truly spent?

Chapter 14

"You dirty fuckers" Sarah said quietly, her tummy flipped, unsure about all this, but incredibly aroused. Steve and Dave had bounded up the stairs and were quickly taking off all their clothes. She looked and admired their athletic bodies and envisaged...well...she just closed her eyes for a few seconds and felt herself almost trembling in anticipation. "I didn't think you would do it" she said, propping herself up on her two elbows. Her naked smooth body lay before them. She spread her smooth legs apart, her shaved pussy teasing them, inviting them.

The two guys moved either side of her, their hands losing no time in caressing every curve of her fit, young body. Steve bent down, licking the top of her thighs and then slowly kissed a trail to her waiting wet cunt. She gasped as Steve's tongue lashed at her clit and then licked her hot slit. His hard tongue pushed inside her and she just knew he was getting her pussy juice all over his nose and chin. He seemed to love it, just as much as she was, bobbing his head away, pleasuring her intensely. She moaned and grasped his short brown hair, lifting her hips and pushing his tongue further inside her.

All the while Dave licked on her hard nipples while his erection grew. She could see, between half opened eyes, his hand playing with himself again.

"Oh... just fuck it up me Steve!" She couldn't stand it any longer. "I want it inside me!" Steve got to his knees and roughly turned her over presenting himself with her pert arse. He lifted her by the waist and positioned her on all fours. Sarah wiggled her bum in excitement. Her plump, sodden slit waiting to be penetrated.

"Oh God, yes...do me like a dog"!

Dave slid underneath her so that now his fully erect cock bobbed enticingly in front of her face. Steve's thickness began to urgently press against her wet lips and ...then the tip was in... His thick, hard dick about to power up her cunt from behind. She made a little gasp as he entered her, stretching her and began to moan as he started to move faster and more frantically. She could hear him grunting now, fucking her like an animal, feeling his tight balls banging against her entrance. She lost her breath as he thrust his cock completely inside.

"Oh Fuck...Fuck...Faster, Ste...Faster..."

"Ugh...Ugh...Ugh...Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..."

Dave's tool had grown and she looked down quickly in awe at it, as her head bobbed, wondering what she could possibly do with it. It wasn't just his length- it came up to his belly button, but the girth almost frightened her!

Between Steve's powerful thrusts she managed to kiss Dave's balls and messily licked all the way from his base right to his glistening purple head. She could feel the weight and fullness of her tits bouncing back and forth as Steve lustfully fucked her hard and deep.

Steve started groaning and Sarah knew he was about to cum again. Her hands grasped at the sheets. She encouraged him. "Cum for me baby...cum for me...Oh God, cum in me!" She managed to look over her shoulder at his sweating red face and then he stiffened, releasing his second hot load, streaming into her, his cock jerking with pleasure. Sarah clenched her dripping wet pussy around his cock, draining every last drop. He leaned forward and playfully bit on her shoulder, she responded by lifting her bum to slowly grind against his beautiful pulsating tool.

Sarah moaned and gasped as Steve slowly withdrew his twitching cock, leaving a lonely void up her cunt. He slumped, spent, onto the bed alongside Dave. Looking up at her, he slowly drawled "We've got our guest waiting...?"

"What...you want to see another man up my pussy...are you sure...?"

"Yeah...go on Sar...I want to watch you fucking him!"

She looked at him for a few seconds, was he joking? Glancing at Dave's large member just inches from her face, she knew she wanted this, wanted to feel it. She giggled at her boyfriend.

"You dirty bastard!" 

She turned and smiled at Dave. "C'mon then you big fucker!" She slid up, kissing Dave's hairy chest and then straddled over his cock and balls. He reached down and held his shaft up in front of her pussy, slowly feeling him tap against her erect clit, rub it teasingly across her bubbling slit. She trembled in sexual excitement. 

For all her bravado, another man was going to do her, here, on her bed, in front of her boyfriend. She hadn't meant to go this far...but, she looked down and saw Dave's incredibly thick tool waiting for her. Damn...she was going to enjoy this!

She had to sit well up and grunted as she manhandled his wet tip onto her lips. Steve's cum started to seep out of her pussy, lubricating her, as she gently started to coax the thick end into her.

"Trust you to be messy again Steve" he breathlessly muttered and winked at her. Steve just ignored him, watching as his girlfriend got ready to fuck herself on Dave's rigid cock. Sarah tried very slowly to accommodate this thing between her legs, her pussy lips stretching wide apart. Wider than any man had ever made her. She sat down slowly on it, her tight slippery walls adjusting to his throbbing length. She had to move back up again, teasing the tip of his glistening cock with her wetness, slowly moving back down, taking him teasingly, inch by inch.

"Oh fuck, Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she gasped as she looked down and eventually realised Dave's tool was buried in her pussy, crammed right down to his heavy balls. She couldn't move for a few seconds. The shock of being filled so fully, so completely, took her breath away. Steve looked over, tenderly stroking her arm, his eyes dreamily half open in exhaustion, head propped against the headboard, admiring the action.

Sarah moved forward slightly and extended her fingers, pushing them against Dave's chest so that she could hold herself up. She gazed into his eyes. Why hadn't she done this before?

"Oh just fucking do me" she squealed, starting to move up and down on Dave's prick, slowly at first, raising herself so that the head of his cock nestled against her sodden, stretched lips, then down, down for what seemed like a delicious eternity.

Dave grasped her firmly by the waist. "Have it ...Have it...up that tight little cunt ...You fucking slut"! he grunted. This only made her move faster, leaning into him, gripping his cock tightly with her pussy. Her nipples grazed against his stubbly chin and lips, she just held herself in place while they popped into his mouth while he sucked and licked hard on each one in turn. Jesus she was aroused. They had never been this stiff or big before.

Pushing herself back up, she then sat bolt upright on his erection, moving her hips around, grinding down on him, her finger rubbing furiously on her clit. She smiled and lifted her arm behind her head, pushing her chest out, proudly showing off her bouncing tits. Catching Steve's eyes again, she smiled and mouthed silently to him.

"I love you."

Her orgasm wasn't far away now and she could tell Dave was breathing more quickly and tensing up, his balls ready to explode once more. He held her waist more firmly and then he firmly pushed up from below, arching his back so that his cock couldn't get any higher or deeper. 

"Oh Fuckkkkk...!" Sarah's eyes nearly went into the back of her head and she screamed out but no noise escaped. "Jesus...I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" she tried to whisper frantically as wave after wave of a huge climax swept over her. 

Dave pushed up again, grunting and drilling his magnificent cock inside her slippery, contracting pussy walls. He couldn't hold himself any longer and she could feel him spurting into the top of her pussy. He pumped once again, spraying yet more cum, filling her up, making her gasp as her pussy throbbed away, gripping, caressing his twitching cock.

Sarah shook as she slowly lifted herself off his thick length. She looked at Dave, smiling at his dreamy, half -closed eyes as waves of pleasure overcame him. Steve had his eyes closed, maybe he was asleep? But she realised he was just enjoying rubbing his half erect prick, trying to coax out another round of entertainment for her.

She kissed Dave's chest and moved slowly off the bed, her pussy now gushing with cum, down the inside of her thighs and even dripping onto the floor as she hurried to the bathroom. Towelling the wetness off, she looked in the mirror. 

Her face was flushed, her pussy stretched and quivering, she was out of breath. Smiling briefly, she took a moment, mouthed silently to her reflection, "You naughty girl" and then made her way slowly back into the bedroom pausing briefly to pick up a bottle of baby oil...

To be continued...

*****

In the second part, it is Friday, Sarah and Steve fly to Spain to see Sarah's friend Jane in her plush villa. Jane lives alone...she is all too glad of their company...



A Long Weekend Pt. 02



Friday

The early morning shafts of light streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Sarah lay on her front, her head on Steve's lap, her hand resting on his soft cock. Her other arm was stretched across Dave's thick chest. They all dozed, completely exhausted, spent, after screwing each other well into the early morning.

"Jesus Christ" Dave woke with a start, "What time is it?"

"About eight" said Steve, glancing at the clock through half sleepy eyes. Dave bolted up in panic, throwing Sarah's arm off him.

"Oh shit.....shit......shit......Kate will fucking kill me! I said I'd be home last night!" He shuffled around the bed, barely awake, trying to get orientated, then darted to the bottom of the bed and found his pants.

"Tell her I send my love.......and tell her......that she's a very lucky girl......!" Sarah said, as she continued to doze, her face pressed into Steve's lap, a mischievous and contented smile on her face."

"Oh, just fuck off!" He retorted, grinning back at her slumbering, naked body. "I'll see you two when you get back." He rushed noisily out of the bedroom, flying down the stairs and quickly opened the front door, slamming it shut loudly, making the whole house vibrate behind him.

Sarah slowly sat up, reached across and kissed Steve on the lips. Her pussy felt sore from the pounding it had taken. She felt ashamed of herself, but at the same couldn't help feeling just a little exhilarated. "C'mon Steve, we've got to get up, packed and be at the airport by eleven"

"OK"

"With a bit of luck, we'll be at Jane's pool by four and you can have another couple of hours nap then."

"OK"

"Oh, c'mon Steve, let's get showered and freshened up." Sarah kissed his chest and rubbed his leg, a hint of irritation creeping into her voice. "We stink of sex."



They made it to the airport, through passport control and security, with an hour to spare before the flight. Not a word was said about last night. They felt too awkward about how they broach the subject.

They boarded the plane and got settled in their cramped, narrow seats. It was a quiet, out of season flight, with few passengers, so they had their own space and privacy. Sarah picked up a dog-eared inflight magazine from the netted seat pouch in front of her while Steve put his head back to doze.

"It was good last night....I enjoyed it" Sarah said quietly, her eyes skimming the glossy magazine.

"I did too Sar" replied Steve, keeping his eyes closed.

"We should invite Dave and Kate around more often."

"Christ, don't get greedy Sar!" Steve chuckled and turned towards her. He caught her eye.

"You don't think I'm a slut do you?" She whispered.

"No way!"

"Do you still love me?"

"Oh God......Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"You know, what we did last night.....with him?"

"Did you want to?"

Her eyes searched his. "It felt right.......It was so wrong ........but......" She smiled and sighed. "But, it felt so right Steve...."

"That's how I feel."

Her smile broadened, perhaps with just a sense of relief and she looked back at the magazine, browsing at the photo shopped celebrities cavorting about in their bikinis on Caribbean beaches. The hostesses performed their safety demonstrations, ignored by all the passengers on board.

"Does that girl in London keep in touch with you?"

"Don't be daft!" Steve replied, gobsmacked, "It was just for one night!"

"You lot took advantage of her though, didn't you!"

"Yeah, that's what happens when you get three pissed, horny lads and a girl flashing her tits at you"

"Dirty bastards!" said Sarah, sniggering into her magazine. "Three of you......!"

The plane took off with Sarah, as always, clutching Steve's thigh in mild fear. She continued to stroke his leg, her outstretched fingertips tentatively brushing against his groin.

Steve smiled and put his mouth to her ear and whispered. "Would you do it again......I mean, what happened last night?"

She paused. "Maybe, maybe if it was the right place or the right person, I don't really know......." She turned to look out of the small window, seeing the English countryside rolling below them, between the patchy clouds. She could still feel her pussy, although sore, trembling in excitement. "It felt right last night, it was really good. You and Dave were amazing...."

Steve smiled, proud and relaxed in the knowledge that his girlfriend was happy and also satisfied. He was concerned that he may have forced her into what happened. He closed his eyes and put his head back again, thinking about seeing his girlfriend, being fucked by his closest friend in front of him and also the distant memories of the girl in London. Random erotic thoughts flitted through his head, developing into an uncomfortable, pressing erection in his tight jeans. How could he manage that after last night?



The plane came into land with a sudden bump waking them both with a shock.

"I haven't seen Jane for over two years, I hope the villa's nice" said Sarah, her eyes sleepy from the flight.

"Me too.... wasn't she married to that fat, old twat though?" Steve replied "I don't think I could cope with him for three days"

"I don't think you'll have to. When she called up to invite us over, she said she only sees him once a month. She told me he flies in, screws her, takes her for a meal, screws her again, gives her a wad of cash and then fucks off back to London!" Sarah reached down to pick up her bottle of water and handbag and looked back up to Steve with a wicked smile. "It sounds like a perfect world doesn't it?!" 

They were met at the exit of the airport terminal by an unsmiling, unshaven, gum chewing taxi driver. He took them swiftly out of the town, past dirty, graffiti ridden industrial units, into the greener countryside, up into the mountains along narrow dusty roads.

The taxi arrived at a pair of high wooden gates which opened automatically as the car edged near.

"Christ it's fucking massive!" said Steve looking open mouthed at the massive villa which lay in front of them. The gardens were lush, immaculate, in comparison to the arid mountain surrounds with a constant flickering of water sprinklers. The driver brought them to a stop at the imposing front door. Steve and the driver went round to the back to get their bags.

"Hi-Ya Jane!" Sarah shouted out excitedly, rushing over to embrace her friend. Steve looked around the trunk lid and saw a blonde haired, fresh faced young girl beaming at them, similar in age to them. Fuck she's fit! Steve thought, as he grasped at the handle of one of the suitcases. He smiled to himself and took a sneaky second glance. Yeah, fucking hell, she is fit! He paid and tipped the taxi driver who walked back to the driver's seat, this time with a sly smile on his face, muttering under his breath in Spanish. Steve could swear it translated as "You lucky bastard!"

Sarah introduced them and Jane and Steve pecked each other on the cheek. Steve's eyes lit up, looking admiringly at her toned, tanned and obviously well maintained body.

"Come on in – I'll show you around" Jane said almost bouncing at seeing her old friend. She led the way, Steve followed, clutching the heavy bags as the girls chattered. His eyes followed Jane's smooth brown legs, her curvy figure and her pert bum tucked neatly into a pair of tight, revealing cut -off jeans.

After gazing around, open mouthed in wonder at the plush villa, Jane showed them to their cool, air conditioned room, complete with a large shower and a massive bed. 

"It's a beautiful place, Jane" said Steve, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Thanks Steve....just treat it like your own home" She looked over, her smile and bright, sexy eyes almost making him gush like a shy, besotted teenager. 

"If you fancy a swim, why don't you use the pool in the garden?"

"Christ, I'm having some of that!" Steve said loudly to Sarah. Jane laughed and walked out of the room, leaving them alone. He pushed everything to one side and quickly got out of his clothes, fishing for his swimming shorts in the top of one of bags. Sarah followed him, stripping naked and then putting on her new bikini. They both left the cool air-conditioned villa and tiptoed out onto the patio, met by a wall of fierce mid- afternoon heat and sat on the two nearest recliners by the pool.

"Oh Jeez, this is the life!" Steve gasped, Sarah breathed out deeply, feeling her shoulders relax, and dipped her toes into the inviting water.

Sarah turned to Steve and whispered "She's a lucky bitch isn't she?"

"Too right she is......I'm fucking jealous!"

"Oh.... and Ste....." she continued "You can put your tongue away now....... I've seen your eyes following her about, like a dog on heat!"

He flushed with guilt; she could see his face go red, even in the heat. "No I've not!"

"You'd better watch out Ste...she's got a bit of a reputation you know."

"Has she?"

"She was a bit of a girl, before she came over here to Spain" Sarah continued. Steve sat in uncomfortable silence. "I don't think she goes short on male company, if you know what I mean"

Sarah winked and then grinned at him and moved back into the recliner.



"Champagne anyone?" They turned and saw Jane walking towards them, clutching some glasses, a large bottle and an ice bucket.

"God, I'd love some" Sarah gasped. Steve just stared, open mouthed, not just at the champagne. He was taking in Jane's tanned figure in the skimpiest of bikinis. He glanced over at his girlfriend; her brunette hair tied back, loose strands tucked behind her ears, her body shimmering in the afternoon sun. She was just as stunning. I really am a lucky bastard, he thought to himself.

Jane put the bucket down and gave them each a glass. Her nipples tented her skimpy bikini top - the effect of the ice in the bucket she'd had clutched to her breasts. She poured slowly as they watched the fizz quickly rising in the glass. Steve glanced at Jane's tempting cleavage once more. It wasn't the only thing rising.

They sipped slowly and relaxed. The girls lay back, proudly displaying their bronzed bodies before them. Steve eyed them as they chatted and chuckled about past times, his erection building quickly.

"I'd better get some sun cream" he said, grabbing a towel and moving quickly sideways so he could hide the bulge in his shorts. He put his glass down and started towards their room.

"Oh shit!" Jane exclaimed, "I'd better phone the restaurant" and she too, got up and followed Steve into the villa, leaving Sarah, sighing in relaxation, on her own.



Steve shivered once back inside the air-conditioned bedroom. He pulled his bag onto the bed and fumbled around for their bottles of sun screen. He could hear Jane speaking to someone in the kitchen and then the phone clicked down. He found the bottle he wanted and slowly worked it past the folded clothes.

"It's nice to see you Steve." Jane stood leaning against the door, her hand on her hip. "Finally I can put a face to a name!"

"Me too!" Steve chuckled and looked up at her. "Sarah's always talking about you."

"Good things I hope?"

"Always!" they both grinned at each other. She held his gaze a telling moment longer.

Jane saw what he had got clutched in his hand and nodded, "I've got some better sun screen in the kitchen."

"OK then, we'll try that. It's probably better than this cheap shit!" She laughed and he followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she bent down into a cupboard. He watched her fabulous bum bobbing enticingly in front of him.

"Here it is!" she turned, held it up and shook it. "Just feel how good this is!" She moved towards him and sprayed a long burst over his chest and tummy.

Steve gasped in shock "Oh fuck, that's cold!" He gasped again as Jane put a hand up and slowly moved it, rubbing the cream into his chest, her fingers closing slightly on his sensitive nipples. She looked him in the eyes and a small smile came over her face, her tongue licked her full lips. 

"Mmmmm.....that feels really good" he murmured and looked intently back into her face. Her hand moved lower slowly onto his flat tummy, all the while continuing to devour him with her eyes. Her body moved ever so slightly closer to him.

Steve could feel the erotic tension rising. When her hand reached the waistband of his shorts, he could feel the tips of her fingers slowly creeping beneath the elastic. "I don't need any more.... there......." he whispered, "I've got to go for a swim!"

"Spoilsport!" she chuckled and stepped back. "Sarah was right"

"Right about what?"

"How fit you are, silly!" she looked coyly at him. "I don't get to see many bare chested men in my home."

Steve could feel his stomach in knots and he flushed once more in embarrassment. "We'd better get back to Sarah; she'll be thinking we're up to something"

"C'mon then" she said, with a look of disappointment. "You'd better get in that pool as soon as possible." Jane raised her eyebrows and nodded at the rigid hard-on she had created in Steve's shorts. "She'll get jealous!" She turned and tiptoed out back towards the pool. He watched her move provocatively in front of him, her pert bum swayed and she turned over her shoulder to tease him, by once again, smiling, raising her eyebrows and suggestively licking her top lip.



Steve hurriedly dropped the sun cream onto Sarah's lounger and quickly slid into the pool. The shock of the cold water quickly made his raging erection subside.

Jane lay next to Sarah and they started chatting again. "You've got a great place, you've done so well for yourself." said Sarah.

"It helps when you've had a rich husband"

"How often do you see him?"

"Enough......about once a month for a couple of days" They both grinned and raised their glasses to each other. "It was all part of the agreement anyway. I'd keep quiet, be his trophy wife who lived in their villa abroad, unseen. Every now and again he'll come down and inspect his 

property, let off a bit of steam."

Sarah looked across and her brow furrowed. "Don't you ever get lonely though?"

"Oh, not really, Paulo, the old gardener is around most days and the pool boy comes by every couple of days." Jane turned to look at Sarah with a mischievous grin. "He's only nineteen but he really looks after the pool .......and me as well, if you know what I mean." 

"Oh, I get it!" Sarah replied "A young fella to provide you with a good servicing on a regular basis!" Sarah laughed, closed her eyes and realised that her friend was still the same. Old habits die hard. She opened her eyes and they both watched Steve, both smiling as he swam lengths, his strong, athletic body coursing through the water.

"So.....how's it going with you and Steve?" Jane broke the silence.

"Great, we're both working stupid hours to pay the mortgage, but we have a great time together"

"He's quite a catch though, isn't he?"

Sarah smiled "Yeah.....he looks after me as well...if you know what I mean!" They both giggled. The sun and the drink were beginning to have an effect. A light hearted thought passed through Sarah's mind. "Do you know Dave....... Dave Jones?"

"What 'Dickhead Dave'? Isn't that Kate's boyfriend?"

"That's him"

They both sniggered some more. Jane lowered her voice. "I heard on the grapevine that he's .......erm..." she looked down at her glass, embarrassed. "Well endowed....."

Sarah paused but decided to press on, a smile curling on her lips. "Steve invited him round last night and he spent the night"

"Was he pissed...they only live down the road don't they?"

"Yeah, but he stopped over anyway...."

"What about Kate?"

"No....it was just Steve, Dave and little old me"

Jane got up onto her elbows and stared at Sarah. "What do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean? I caught them both watching dirty movies. It turned a bit kinky, things got a bit out of hand and yes, Jane.....he's hung like a fucking horse!"

J

ane sat bolt upright and almost shrieked "You didn't! Oh my God, Sarah......What....you....you... had a threesome!?"

"Maybe....."

"Oh fuck Sarah, that's so dirty!" Sarah remained straight faced and nonchalantly turned away from Jane's shocked face in silence. Jane carried on, suddenly concerned, "They didn't force you did they?"

Sarah looked back into Jane's eyes and smiled "No way...we were all up for it!" Jane just looked at her friend with an open mouth. Sarah reached down and started to rub the cream into her shoulders, her arms and then over her tummy and smooth legs.

"Christ....I can't believe it!" Jane said, "Give me some of that cream". Sarah passed it over. Jane, still with a little smile, smoothed some of the cool, white liquid into her own skin.

Steve heard the commotion coming from the girls, thinking that the champagne had gone straight to their heads. He stopped swimming and treaded water while looking at them, both reclining with smiles on their faces. Their brown, slick glistening bodies both looked stunning against the white loungers. He began to slowly breaststroke back towards them.

"I've got to go inside for a minute" Sarah said, getting up gingerly, still feeling the satisfying soreness from the previous night between her legs. She made her way back to the villa and turned briefly, catching Steve's eye while he swam up to the side and quickly winked at him and blew him a playful kiss.

Steve pulled himself out by the chrome steps, out of breath, water cascading down around him. He reached for his towel and started patting himself down, feeling the intense heat begin to burn once more on his exposed back. 

"Hi" he said to Jane.

"I hear you've been a naughty boy....." Jane murmured and turned to look at him, over her sunglasses.

"What do you mean?" He spluttered back, with a bemused grin, thinking how much she looked like a stern, but incredibly attractive, school teacher.

"You and Dave Jones......you two are disgusting!" 

Steve flushed and then it dawned on him why the two girls had been making such a noise.

"I've nothing to say...."

"Fucking an innocent young girl like Sarah. The two of you should be ashamed." She pushed her glasses back and couldn't help smiling. Steve was shocked but felt a little humiliated that Sarah had leaked their sordid secret.

Jane slowly sat up, shaking her head at him, still grinning. "You filthy.......dirty boys!" She turned, twisting round to face him. "Here.... Put some of this on for me" passing him the sun cream. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bikini top. Her pert breasts sprang out enticingly from her body, excited nipples poking upwards. "On second thoughts...... just give me the bottle" she whispered, as they both heard a door close and footsteps getting closer as Sarah returned.

Steve sat stunned as Sarah fell back into her recliner. They both couldn't help watching as Jane slowly arched her back and proudly massaged the cream into her firm, young breasts. Her pink, hard nipples, got some extra attention. 

"Well, I think I'll do that!" said Sarah sighing, quickly reaching behind her back and unclasping her top. Steve watched fascinated as his girlfriend's fabulous, full tits bounced into view. She turned to Steve and quietly said, with a smirk, "Perhaps you could rub some into me....?" 

Steve's cock started twitching away again.

"Well you two.....you do surprise me" Jane said in a low voice. She continued as she got to her feet, "Just remember that I'm very open minded and I just want you to know that lots of things, just about anything, and I mean....anything, goes on in this place behind the closed gates" She lifted her glasses onto her head and stopped inches away from Steve, her hands on her hips, breasts pushed out, talking down to them, "Just remember...... I mean anything....." She paused momentarily, flashing a big smile at them both and then made seductive eyes at Steve. "When we come back from our meal later, I think I'll go for dip in the hot tub" she pointed to a small private area in the corner of the garden.




A Long Weekend Pt. 02



"I hope, perhaps both of you can join me?" Jane arched her eyebrows suggestively. "Does that sound good Steve?" She hesitated, "Oh, and by the way, I usually like to go in naked." She raised a glass to them both "Cheers!"

Jane picked up her towel and the empty bottle and swinging her hips, leaving very little to the imagination, disappeared back into the villa. Sarah and Steve both sat open mouthed.

"Did I hear right what she just said?" asked Sarah.

"I think so" said Steve, now clutching at the nearly uncontrollable stiffness in his pants.

"I knew she'd be all over you Ste" Sarah whispered softly, "I bet you would though!" she chuckled.

"I would what?" he looked at her quizzically.

S

he looked down sheepishly. "You would......you know......screw her?" There was a moment or two of uncomfortable silence as they looked searchingly at each other. "If I was in your position, I think I would......If I were a man.........she's making me horny again, she's gorgeous........can I watch though?"

"Jesus Sar, what's got into you" Steve sniggered, but also excited at his girlfriend's forwardness. "I've got to have a long, cold shower to try and sort this out". He pointed to the outline of the engorged hardness in his pants.

Sarah bit her bottom lip and her fingers moved down her oily tummy and then slightly under the flimsy material of her bikini bottoms. Her nipples stood out stiff and aroused, she quietly moaned, encouraged by the sight of Steve's barely concealed throbbing excitement. "Oh God, if she wants it and you want it.....just let me watch though......I'd like that Steve. I'd like you to experience what I had last night." She raised her hips off the sun lounger and began to circle around her throbbing clit.

"Oh please don't Sar!" he muttered, as he watched her fingers begin to move frantically faster. "If you carry on doing that, I'm gonna cum!"





They both showered, trying not to think about Jane's suggestive comments and her invitation into her hot tub later. What could happen? Even so, Steve had the biggest, boldest, hard on he'd ever had. Sarah sat naked in front of the mirror, breathing heavily, nervous, excited and aroused. She put on her makeup, spreading her legs apart trying to cool her heat.

Getting dressed, Steve watched as his girlfriend put on her thin black dress. She looked incredibly sexy and he wanted her.....ached to do her over the edge of the bed right now. But it would have to wait. 

Sarah slid teasingly into her dress and stared at the bulge in her boyfriend's white cotton pants. Dave's huge shaft came into her head and she remembered it once again, his glistening fat tip probing desperately to get inside her slick pussy lips as her boyfriend pushed her roughly forward, mounting her from behind, grunting, his thickness slowly stretching her tight, forbidden hole.

Oh God, she thought, I've got to snap out of this. She hesitated, "Fucking hell Ste......what have we got ourselves into?" They both looked at one another and nervously laughed.





He took her hand and they walked slowly into the large, spacious kitchen. Jane was waiting for them, leaning with her back against the sideboard, showered and fresh, her blonde hair tied back.

"You look stunning Jane" Sarah gushed and walked over to give her a peck on the cheek.

"You do too, both of you......I'm so lucky having my best friend and her gorgeous boyfriend alone to myself."

"Don't overdo it!" 

"No, I mean it!" she said, noting her guest's embarrassment. "I've got something for you Sar." Jane reached behind her and passed a slim, thin parcel to Sarah.

"Oh Jane....you shouldn't have!" Sarah started ripping open the blue wrapping revealing a black velvet padded box " Oh my God!" she gasped, her eyes darting to Jane and then to Steve as she picked a pretty, sparkling silver and diamond necklace from the case.

"It's just a little something."

"Oh my God!" Sarah said again in astonishment.

Steve smiled at the happiness on Sarah's face and then turned to Jane, "It must have cost a fortune?" he softly asked.

"Oh, money doesn't matter" replied Jane, waving away his concern.

"Oh come here!" Sarah went over to hug her, hanging on tight and squeezing. "Thank you" she said. Steve hugged Jane next, putting his hands on her hips and kissing her on the cheek, "Yeah...thank you."

"No, thank you" she said, clutching his hand and, noticing that Sarah had her back turned, kissed him sweetly on the lips. "You'll get your present 

later....." she whispered.

Steve and Sarah both stood there, one stunned in silence, the other admiring her new necklace.

"C'mon" Jane said, "Our driver's waiting." She led them out to a waiting black Range Rover with blacked out windows. The driver nodded his head at Jane and opened the rear door for the girls who climbed, in their high heels, clumsily to their seats. Steve went round to sit next to the driver.

"The usual place Juan" Jane spoke curtly to the driver.

"Yes ma'am. " he replied.





The car fell into silence as they drove back down the dusty mountain road. Sarah put on her necklace, helped by Jane, who smiled at her. Steve turned and smiled at his girlfriend as she toyed and gazed at her new present. He glanced at Jane, reclining in the tan leather seats, her legs, smooth and brown, crossed in front of her. He quickly took in her short, thigh length dress, riding up, teasing him. She had her arm on the windowsill, her chin propped by the long fingers of her hand, gazing out. She was smiling. She knew he was looking at her.

The car went straight through the busy town centre, past the milling tourists and started climbing again.

"Where are we going?" asked Sarah.

"Oh, just a little place I know, it overlooks the sea"

"It sounds good."

"Yeah, it's one of my favourites" she muttered.

They eventually drew up at a large unassuming restaurant. Juan opened the doors for everyone, helped the girls out, then quickly got back into the car and drove back towards the town. The front door of the restaurant opened before them and a very smart waiter held it wide open, bowing his head in difference to the three guests. Jane led the way into the plush air-conditioned reception, walking boldly, shoulders back, and cute arse swaying. It turned Steve crazy.

The maitre'd rushed over. "Jane, Jane, how nice to see you!" He clasped her hand and pecked her warmly on the cheek. He glanced warily over at Steve and Sarah who were feeling a little intimidated by this time. Jane introduced them and he relaxed and shook their hands with a beaming welcome. "Please, Please Jane, follow me, this way". He led them through the busy, opulent, main restaurant area, out through double doors onto a stunning cliff top, sea front patio. Their table was positioned by a low wall, at the nearest edge to the sea. The waves quietly lapped far below in the background, the cooler air felt fresh as the sun began to sink below the distant horizon. 

The waiters introduced them to their seats and once they were comfortable another waiter came over with some crystal glasses and iced water.

"This is brilliant Jane" Steve said, "It looks expensive though"

"Steve, Steve" Jane sighed, exasperated, "What is it about money with you? Just enjoy the food and wine!" Steve put his head down, chastened. She smiled at him and held his eyes for a few moments. "Just wait till you see the wine list." She put her hand up and snapped her finger and thumb at the nearest waiter. Sarah could feel herself flushing with embarrassment at her friend's abruptness.

Jane spoke fluent Spanish to the young man and the only words they could understand was '1964'. The waiter dipped his head and, with a courteous "Si", hurried off quickly into the restaurant. Another waiter walked slowly over and presented the guests with menus. They were written in Spanish which both Steve and Sarah couldn't understand. There didn't seem to be a great choice on the list. Jane looked up, knowing what they were thinking, "It's OK, I will order for you.....I guarantee you'll like it" The pair nodded their heads and Jane sniggered to herself. "Oh, and Steve" she said "It's not like Maccy D's in here. They don't do fucking chips before you ask!" 

"Oh piss off!" Steve retorted, failing to see the funny side

Sarah could see him squirming "Yeah....and don't even ask for ketchup". Both girls fell about giggling.

They sat back and enjoyed the atmosphere. The waiter bought out the bottle of wine in a highly dramatic fashion. A bit pompous, Steve thought. He then proceeded to pour a small drop for Steve to taste. Steve picked up the glass, swirled the red wine round, like he'd seen on television, bought the glass to his lips and then tipped his head back and gulped it down. He burped a little. "Yeah, that's OK, just pour it out mate." The waiter looked at him with eyes wide open in surprise and then he professionally filled the glasses for the two girls. Steve looked at Jane who was shaking her head at him, looking aghast. "What?" he said.

"Steve......you do realise that bottle we've got is a very special, and very rare wine"

"So?"

"Steve....it cost over two thousand euros!"

"Bollocks it is!"

"No really!" and she looked at him in seriousness. It dawned on him that she wasn't joking and he felt like burying himself.

"Duh!" Sarah said, pulling a funny face at him.

"Oh..... whatever!" Jane burst out laughing again "Just drink and enjoy it!"

Steve looked ashen faced and his hands motioned towards the bottle and the pristine menus in front of them. "B...B...But I can't afford all this" he stammered.

"Yeah, but my husband can though, it all goes on his account".

"What?" Sarah blurted, incredulously.

"Look, I come here at least once a week and he comes too, whenever he can be bothered to turn up." Jane paused and beckoned over another waiter. She ordered the food in perfect Spanish and when the waiter had nodded his head with a "Si, madam", she stared and smiled broadly at them "Oh fuck him....eat and drink as much as you want!"



The food was delicious, the setting perfect, romantic even. They chatted away as the sun set and darkness fell. Jane lit a cigarette and offered one each to Sarah and Steve. She lit up, inhaling deeply and turned to face the sea with dreamy eyes.

"What do you think your husband's doing now" Sarah muttered and exhaled lazily.

"Oh I don't know" Jane replied, perhaps a little tetchily. "I don't really care". She paused for a moment, "If you really want to know, he's probably getting sucked off by some eighteen year old Russian escort." Steve choked a little on his cigarette and coughed. Jane carried on. "You know, he comes here once a month, sometimes on his own, sometimes he even brings one of his young girls with him"

"What?!" Sarah gasped.

"I'm not joking Sar. He takes us for a meal and then when we get back home he screws his whore in front of me." Steve stared open mouthed as Jane continued," But sometimes I get to join in....." 

She turned slowly and sexily winked at Steve. 

Sarah knew what she was doing to him and squeezed his thigh.

"That's a bit kinky isn't it"? 

"Why..... are you jealous Steve?" she looked, holding his eyes, suggestively.

"Just saying.....that's all" Steve shrugged his shoulders and grinned at her.

"I think we're done here!" Jane threw the half smoked cigarette over the low wall into the dark sea below. Sarah stubbed hers out, gathered her clutch bag and rose unsteadily to her feet. Steve exhaled and finished the last drop of brandy in his glass. He followed both girls as they got up, watching their sexy slim bodies walking slowly past the now empty tables to the waiting Range Rover.

The journey back to the villa was in awkward silence. Sarah could feel once again, butterflies in her stomach, as she did the night previously. It was a bit of a dirty thrill, she thought. It was Steve's turn tonight. Maybe she would get the chance to see her boyfriend screwing her best friend in front of her eyes. She crossed her legs in the back seat as the excitement began to tingle in her pussy. "Are we having that hot tub then?" she asked, trying to hide her nervousness.

"Oh yeah, are you both coming in?"

"Yeah, definitely, some more of that champagne would be great wouldn't it?" Sarah glanced over with a cheeky grin.

"A bit of jizz...... sorry.....I mean fizz........brilliant!" Jane turned away, sniggering, to look out of the window.

"Oh Christ!" Steve muttered to himself, smiling, the joke not lost on him.



The Range Rover dropped them off and Steve approached Jane as they stepped into the villa. He put his hands on her waist and looked into her eyes. "Thank you Jane, it was gorgeous". He pecked her on the cheek and could smell her sweet, expensive perfume.

"It's not over yet Steve" she smiled coyly and held his hand as they walked further into the villa.

"I'll meet you two by the hot tub, I'll be out in a minute" Jane motioned to a dimly lit area in the corner of the garden.

Sarah and Steve walked slowly outside. Sarah put her arm around his waist and pulled him to her, looking straight into his eyes. "Steve, I'm so excited" she whispered "I knew she'd be like this, wanting to get into your pants!"

"Huh?" Steve frowned at her, trying to act innocent.

"I just want you to........oh, just make sure you give her what you gave me last night.....don't let me down!"

"Christ Sar, you're a fucking horny bitch" he whispered back, pulling her in more tightly, kissing her hard on the lips, the tension mounting.

"Come on then lovebirds" Jane appeared silently behind them carrying three glasses and an opened bottle. She passed them a glass each, slowly poured the wine and then put the bottle onto the nearest table. "Cheers you two....thanks for tonight and whatever happens......or comes up." She smiled sweetly meeting Sarah's smiling face and held her gaze, asking, perhaps, seeking confirmation that she was happy with the situation. "C'mon, let's get in, it looks so good!"

She reached and firmly grasped Steve's hand. He quickly turned to Sarah as Jane dragged him towards the hot tub and mouthed silently, "Oh, fucking hell!"

"We can't get in like this" Jane joked, reaching to unclasp her dress while kicking off her shoes. "Could you Steve?" she asked, motioning for Steve to move behind her and unclip the back of her dress. Steve did as he was told, worked the clip out and her dress fell slickly to the floor. His cock twitched and he could see out of the corner of his eye, Sarah sipping her wine, eyes wide open as he undressed another woman. 

Jane stood with her back to them, her beautiful, curvy body dressed only now, in a very small pair of black lacy knickers and black bra.

Steve breathed out slowly as Jane turned to face him, her breasts, pushed up cheekily together, pink nipples exposed, barely contained in a balcony bra. She reached out and started to slowly unknot his tie, with expertise, and threw it to the floor. Her hands slipped over his shoulders and pushed off his jacket and then started to teasingly, slowly unbutton his shirt.

The sensation of her warm fingers slowly rubbing and exploring his smooth chest and tummy as he wriggled out of the arms of his shirt excited him beyond belief. Feeling her breathing more heavily, he put his hands on her shoulders, moving slightly closer to her and moved them down, his fingers slowly tracing down her back, coming to rest on her slim naked waist. Jane's hand surreptitiously glided down over the front of his trousers, tracing the outline of his cock with her stiff fingers.

"Come on then Sar, come and get out of your clothes and help get Steve's trousers off for me." 

Sarah smirked, she couldn't wait, she quickly unzipped her dress and it slipped to the floor. She moved towards them, barefoot.

Jane gasped. "Ooooh.... that's naughty Sar.......no panties on tonight....and no bra!" Jane looked at Steve and murmured "You are such a lucky boy Steve." They both admired Sarah's curvy figure, full and perky breasts, the poolside light accentuating her brown hardened nipples. Jane gazed hungrily at her smooth pussy.

Sarah came to stand alongside Jane. She moved her hand down, looked him in the eyes and smiled as she brushed her fingers over her boyfriend's hardness. Her other fingers unbuckled his belt, undid the buttons and slowly slid inside, slowly easing his trousers down from his waist.

"Oh Fuck......you too Steve......no pants!" Jane gasped again, breathless, as his firm, thick cock sprang out and danced rudely before them. She gazed wantonly. "It's as if you're both ready for.....for ......God that's so horny!" Sarah pressed herself against Steve, his obvious arousal, his hardness making her even wetter.

"Let's get in and feel the bubbles" Jane said, trying to maintain her composure. She put her glass down beside the hot tub. The other two released each other, collected their glasses and did the same. Jane tiptoed to the other side of the tub whilst reaching behind her, unclasping her bra. She wiggled out of it sexily and threw it to the floor. Her breasts released, bobbed enticingly in front of her.

"I see you like being smooth Sar......" she nodded approvingly at Sarah's perfectly shaven pussy lips. "It feels good doesn't it.....so naughty!?" Jane then removed her knickers, rolling them slowly down her thighs and legs, exposing her own smooth pussy, a thin strip of hair left, provocatively, just below her panty line.

Sarah smiled at her and the two girls started to get in, the heat of the water making them moan in pleasure.

"

Oh shit......Steve.... can you get the wine and cigarettes from the table?!" Jane exclaimed, "Then hurry up and get in."

Steve turned and walked, completely naked now, back to the table. He felt quite glad because he was getting fully aroused and felt a bit intimidated by having his stiffness on show. He reached the bottle and cigarettes and paused briefly, willing his hard-on to subside. He turned to look over his shoulder at the two girls, now sitting in the hot water, their soft, cute breasts exposed, watching him intently. It wouldn't work, he couldn't will it away. Fuck it, he thought, if they want a show, I'll give them one.

He grasped the neck of the bottle in one hand and the cigarettes in the other and turned to walk back towards them. His erection stiffened even more with every step until he stood at the edge of the steaming tub. The girls looked up at him, almost subservient, both their mouths slowly opened. Jane bit her bottom lip and then gasped.

"Christ Sar, he's like one of those statues of a Greek God" she muttered to Sarah.

"Hard as stone...." Sarah replied, smiling proudly at her boyfriend. She closed her eyes thinking about how his thick cock had pleasured her last night and in the last few months. 

Steve put his head back as if to stretch and pushed his groin forward, clenching the cheeks of his arse. He'd never been as engorged as this and it felt good, knowing how ramrod straight his tool was, it's purple, quivering tip, foreskin rolled back, fully on view.

"Get in now Steve" Jane commanded in a deep, husky voice as she watched him step gingerly into the tub, his cock hardly moving with it being so rigid. "Bloody hell Sar, you're so lucky to have him.....to have that" she nodded towards Steve who had sat down, the hot water lapping against his chest. "I bet it feels good doesn't it?" she whispered into Sarah's ear.

"What, the water?"

"No silly! His thingy!"

"Oh, sorry, I see!" Sarah sniggered. They spent the next five minutes appreciating the hot water and feeling the tension rise.

"So you two," Jane spoke softly and smiled, "A threesome eh?" She rubbed the inside of Steve's thigh with her foot under the water. Steve and Sarah smirked at each other. "Do you think you could handle two horny girls then Steve?" She slowly raised her foot so that her toes grazed gently over his balls. "I think you could, that thing between your legs looks like it could give a girl a lot of satisfaction. Don't you ever share him out, Sar?" 




A Long Weekend Pt. 02



Sarah's eyes opened wide and she smiled knowingly at Steve. "Uh huh"

"Who with?" Jane whispered, excitedly.

"Only my best friend."

"Ooooh....Sarah.....that's naughty!" she giggled

There followed a nervous, hot moment as they all looked down into the bubbling water, excited and aroused beyond belief, all knowing what was about to happen.

"Give me some of that!" Jane squealed loudly and splashed around the hot tub, quickly towards Steve. She lifted herself up, putting Steve's head tightly between her arms, firm breasts pushed against his mouth. She kneeled on the seat and put her leg around to straddle him. Steve could feel her hot pussy urgently grinding against his cock, wanting his length to be fucked inside of her. He had the sensation of her tight, wet cunt lips sucking him in.

"No, Jane.... No......Stop it!" Sarah darted over and pulled Jane back by her shoulders, so that she lost her balance, taking her away from Steve's yearning tool. He looked anxiously at his girlfriend, crestfallen, thinking that she wasn't happy and that things had gone too far for her. Jane looked down sheepishly after perching herself on the seat nearby and then glanced up and noticed Sarah looking at her with a dirty grin on her face.

"No, let's do it like this, let's take things slowly......." Sarah reached under Steve's bum and lifted him, the water making him buoyant. "What about this?" His cock broke the surface of the water like an arrow. "I want to play with my boyfriend first!" she said assertively, whilst reaching for his exposed length with her other hand. She stroked her fingers very slowly up and down over the curve and ridges of his cock whilst staring at Jane.

"Oh....fuuuuck Sar!" Steve couldn't disguise his excitement, gasping as Sarah leaned forward to eagerly flicker her tongue over his bulbous tip, lapping at his pre-cum, tasting his sex. Her mouth opened wider and he could feel her tongue begin to wrap itself around his excited tip. Her tongue lashed away and then she pulled back, saliva drooling messily, starting to kiss his firm cock. 

"Mmmmmm.....He likes that" Sarah murmured whilst kissing it lovingly.

"Let me try", Jane put her hand up tentatively, her fingers stroking his fat, cum filled balls. Sarah released her grasp to let Jane take over. "Christ....he tastes good" she murmured in satisfaction, whilst her tongue began to lick over his head. She opened her lips wide and took him down, deep into her welcoming mouth.

Sarah sat back next to Steve, stroking his hair. His head tipped back, his eyes half closed, watching as Jane engorged herself. She was expertly sucking him deep and sloppily to a climax and he groaned as the pressure began to build in the bottom of his stomach. "Oh God Sar, she's going to make me spurt"

"Don't you dare!" Sarah whispered, pleading with him. "Just hold on for me Ste." 

As Jane's blonde head carried on bobbing up and down, her slick lips sliding over every ridge, Sarah and Steve kissed, their tongues wildly searching each other's mouths. They broke breathlessly away and Sarah moved forward and gently nudged Jane from her boyfriend's swaying, glistening cock. 

"Oh Fuck ....but I want him to do it in my mouth!" Jane muttered in disappointment.

"No......just wait, let's take our time, let's go and have another ciggie and a drink.....I love teasing him!" Sarah turned and winked at Steve.

"You bitch!" Steve quickly moaned, frustrated, with a smirk on his face. Sarah sat back down and looked at her flushed friend, wiping the taste of her boyfriend's fat cock from around her mouth. Sarah's fingers flickered over her throbbing clit and then pushed gently against her smooth pussy lips, parting them, feeling her hot juice escaping. It was difficult to stop, but she made to get up and turned around, kneeling on the ledge in the hot tub with her back to Steve.

"Do you want one Jane?" Jane nodded and naughtily gave Steve a quick jerk and stroke of his cock and moved reluctantly over to join Sarah, kneeling to have a cigarette. 

"God I want him up me, please let me have it!" she whimpered to Sarah.

"Oh God, Jane! You're desperate to be fucked aren't you? You'll have it soon, but.......let's just show him what he's getting." Sarah pushed her bum into the air above the surface of the water, parting her legs, displaying her swollen, wet cunt like a dog on heat.

"Ooooh...that's dirty" Jane said, "I'll give him a peek too". She followed suit and Steve moaned and gasped as he saw two perfect arses and tight pussies, waiting to be filled, bobbing before him. His fingers lightly stroked his length, the knot inside him building up again, spoilt for choice, knowing he was going to fuck both those holes tonight. Which one first?

The girls both looked suggestively over their shoulders, both seeing Steve, his hand wanking himself furiously under the surface of the water. "Remember what I told you Steven" Sarah said sternly, "I'll tell you when you can fucking cum." She grinned and turned back to take another drag of her cigarette.

Jane put her hand behind her and started to stroke her plump, exposed slit. Steve watched silently, open mouthed, his orgasm building, as she teased open her lips, sliding the tips of her fingers into her dripping cunt.

That was it. Too much. "Oh Fuuuuuck, Oh Jesus....I'm cum......I'm cumming!" Steve rose quickly to his feet, standing in the middle of the hot tub, his hand grasped tightly around his thick shaft. He jerked, feeling a wave of release, a strong jet of cum shot out, splattering onto Sarah's back and shiny bum. He turned slightly and bucked a second spray of his hot seed onto Jane's back, painting her tanned skin with streaks of white.

"Oh God.....that's so.... so.... fucking dirty" Jane murmured, watching captivated as Steve slowly milked out the cum from his jerking cock. She turned to Sarah, who continued to look forward, a nonchalant smile on her face, blowing smoke into the night sky.

"What did I tell you Ste?" Sarah said, pretending to be disappointed.

"I couldn't help myself" Steve groaned, his hand slowing on his twitching cock, watching Jane reach over to Sarah cum streaked back. Her long fingers mopped up his dribbling cum and she slowly brought her coated, dripping fingers back, slowly putting them in her mouth, one by one, licking his sticky juice, moaning, looking straight into Steve's eyes.

"Mmmmmm.....I knew you'd taste good Ste..." she muttered, letting his warm spunk trickle down her chin. Her tongue licked her lips.

"Fuck me!" Steve's legs gave way and he stumbled backwards into his seat, his cock twitching....but unfinished......





The two girls lifted themselves out of the water, grinning at Steve, who was slumped, spent, on the opposite side of the hot tub.

"We're going to get showered now Ste." Sarah said, "We won't be long......" She turned to Jane, who passed her a towel. "Don't worry, he's a horny bastard, he'll be hard and ready for more in a few minutes"

"I fucking hope so!" Jane whispered, "He's got me gushing"

"Dirty cow! I knew you'd be like this around my boyfriend!" Sarah grinned and playfully smacked her friends bum.

Steve had his eyes sleepily half closed, watching as the girls walked slowly back to the house, holding each other's hand. He smiled to himself as the garden lights made their damp, naked bodies shine, their pert bums swaying and teasing him. He glanced the other way and saw the flickering lights of the town below, at the base of the dark, brooding mountains. The opportunity wasn't going to pass, he thought, let me get myself right and that bitch is going to have the hardest shafting of her life. He sunk down into the hot water and relaxed, groaning with satisfaction as the warmth enveloped his body.





"I thought I'd never see the day" Sarah said, shaking her head.

"What do you mean Sar?" Jane asked.

"Another girl sucking my boyfriend's cock!"

"It's a magnificent cock Sar!"

"I don't believe I'm saying this, but I can't wait until I see him fucking you!"

"Don't you want some?" Jane smiled.

"I would, but those two lads did me so hard last night they made me sore." Sarah whispered back, embarrassed. 

"It was Dave I bet"

Sarah, looked down, took a deep breath and remembered the sight of his massive tool sliding inside her, feeling it probing, slamming, deep inside, his balls slapping as she pushed forward with her hips. "Yeah, he was the main culprit" she replied, "But Steve......Oh God, Steve, he was like an animal, wanting his thing in everything!"

"Oh Jesus!"

"I'm surprised he could even manage a hard on tonight, let alone cumming like that!"

"Will he fuck me like that ....like an animal?"

"Only if you're a good girl. Just wait and see!" Sarah laughed.





They showered and met back in the kitchen, slumping in short, towelling dressing gowns, on a large sofa in the corner.

"God! That feels good" Jane said, lighting a cigarette. They spent a few quiet moments contemplating. She looked at Sarah furtively and asked, "Sar.....have you ever been ........with another girl?"

"No!" Sarah was shocked she'd asked.

"OK then." Jane looked a little deflated.

"Why, have you?"

"OK, I've got to admit it, yeah....once or twice." Jane flicked her ash and looked towards the floor.

Sarah's interest was aroused. "I've never really thought about it, but, yeah, I suppose I could see the attraction." She met Jane's eyes. "Was it good, what's it like?"

"To be honest Sar, nothing beats a strong man with a big fat cock, but.........licking another woman on her tits and feeling her nipples harden between your lips is such a turn on" Jane gazed at her friend, "Having another girl's fingers playing down there....." Jane brushed over her pussy, "A woman knows exactly what another woman wants, if you know what I mean. Yeah, it excites me!"

Sarah looked wide eyed. "Wow!" she said "You dirty bitch!"

Jane smirked and nodded "Jesus, I'm like a bitch on heat!"



Sarah picked another bottle of wine from the cooler and walked outside onto the patio. The tiles were still warm from the days scorching sun so she was able to walk outdoors comfortably barefoot. Sarah pulled out a chair from under the table and turned it so that she was facing Steve in the hot tub. She sat and sighed, watching the drops of cool condensation roll down her glass. She looked lovingly at her boyfriend, slumped in the hot water, eyes closed, relaxed, satisfied.

While waiting for Jane to join her, she closed her eyes. Her memory flashed back to when they had first met, or more to the point, when he had taken her down to London and booked them both into an expensive hotel. He had taken her back to the room, earlier, rather than later, because they had developed so much pent up sexual tension between them. They had kissed, he'd fingered her in the lift and then Sarah had discovered a darker side to Steve. He had unzipped her short dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in an expensive bra and soaking, now stretched, sexy panties she had bought especially for the trip. He had turned her around, with her back to him. His hands stroking over her curvy, womanly hips while kissing the nape of her neck. She remembered how wonderful it felt. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, Oh, how much she had wanted to see it, how much she had wanted him to penetrate her. Suddenly he had pushed her forward roughly onto the bed, burying her face in the soft cover. She had turned to remonstrate, in frustration, thinking he was fooling around, but what happened next shocked her.

Steve had taken the belt from his trousers and kneeled behind her. With an aggressive look, he quickly grabbed her wrists and bound them together, tightly, behind her back so that she could barely move. She found it difficult to breath, her face surrounded by the deep sheets. When she tried to look up, he forced her head down again. She could hear him moving around the room, throwing off his clothes urgently and the she felt his presence behind her again. His fingers hooked around the elastic of her knickers and he yanked them swiftly down, down her smooth thighs, leaving them around her knees. She felt vulnerable, not knowing what he was doing and then a short painful smack came down on her exposed bum. He did it again. She cried out, but any sound she made was muffled in the bed sheets.

Sarah was trembling now waiting for the next stinging smack to come but instead, she felt a delicious warmth. Oh God, he couldn't be..... could he? His long, pointed wet tongue was starting to lap against her already excited slit. She'd never been licked before, but when the tip of his tongue started to flicker over her hardening clit, followed by his lips kissing her thickening, juicy cunt lips , she had moaned in delight and circled her hips, tilting her heat up to him so that he had better access. 

He had stopped, leaving her whimpering into the sheets for more. She felt a new sensation as his fingers stroked over her exposed pussy, then pushing them slightly inside her, her slick juice coating his fingertips. He had grasped her hair and pulled her head back and made her suck her own pussy juice from his fingers. She gasped at how dirty it was. Another silent pause as he quietened and moved back. It seemed ages and in frustration, she pushed her hips up high, presenting him with glorious view of her shaved, soaking hole.

Then, after what seemed so long, she had dared to raise her head up slightly and turn to see him. He had his big cock grasped in his fist, big, firm balls, packed with spunk, approaching her. Steve had quickly reached down, putting a hand between her shoulder blades and then standing between her legs. He pulled her knickers off altogether, allowing him to force her legs apart. She could feel the tip of his cock grazing against her wet entrance, teasing her with unknown pleasures.

He slowly penetrated her, inch by incredible inch, lubricating his throbbing length with her silky pussy juice. She had opened her mouth in ecstasy, feeling him fuck it all the way in until his hot balls rested against her opening. She could hear him moan and felt his tool twitching tight inside her. Steve pulled her up by the hips so that he had the perfect angle to fuck her. 

Then he started to move, out, then solidly back up, out, then in, grunting harder, faster........



"Oh Sarah! that looks so dirty!" Jane exclaimed, wide eyed, as if she had been creeping up on her. Sarah had been sitting back, in a trance, thinking back with her eyes closed. She hadn't realised that in her excited thoughts, her hand had undone the belt of her towelling dressing gown, letting it fall open, revealing between her legs. Her fingers were slowly, but firmly circling around her tingling clit, lubricated by her wetness which she could feel dribbling slowly down the inside of her thigh.

"Oh fuck Jane.....I'm sorry!" 

"Don't be sorry my love" Jane softly spoke to her with a sympathetic smile. "We all do it sometimes you know!"

Sarah hurriedly pulled her robe together, embarrassed. Steve still lay in the tub. He seemed to be asleep.

"Where've you been?" Sarah asked her friend.

"Oh, the pool boy is coming tomorrow and I was just getting some cash out of the safe to pay him"

"I think me and Steve will go for a walk when he's here."

"Yeah, why not, it'll give you both some time to recuperate!" 

"God, I think Ste will need it........ I do too, come to think of it"

"Are you still a bit sore then?"

"Wouldn't you be?!" 

They both laughed. "You know, I'll let you into a little dirty secret" Jane whispered.

"Go on" Sarah straightened and looked Jane in the eyes.

"Well three weeks ago, Frankie, he's the pool boy by the way, wanted to have a nineteenth birthday party, to use the pool and all that." Jane adjusted in her chair, putting her feet up on the patio table. "I told him that it was fine and there must have been about fifty of his mates and girls playing about in the pool that night"

"What's the secret you've got to tell me?"

"I'll get to that. They all drank gallons of some cheap wine he had got in town, and fucking hell, Sar, they got so pissed!"

"Typical teenagers!"

"Yeah, well the night went well, it was quite funny and they all started to go home. I wanted to go in the hot tub at the end of the night and Frankie and four of his mates stopped behind. They wouldn't go home so I invited them into the tub thinking they'd be too shy and jump on their mopeds and fuck off".

"Uh huh" Sarah knew what was coming. "But they didn't, did they?" she smirked.

"No, they all stripped off and I'll tell you, not a stitch on!"

"Christ, Jane!"

"Seeing all those young men, tanned, fit and virile.........I didn't know where to put my eyes!"

"So, five of them got in the hot tub with you.......?"

"Yeah.....it was five of the stiffest pricks I've ever seen Sar!" Sarah could feel herself becoming aroused again at the thought. "We all had a laugh and they started getting... erm..... a bit friendly"

"How do you mean?"

"Their hands were everywhere." She smiled dreamily. "I shouldn't have allowed myself to have been touched as much as that." Jane carried on, whispering now, "God Sar, it was so ......it felt so horny!" Jane put her legs down and rubbed her hands over the top of her thighs, parting them slightly. "Frankie sat close next to me and the bastard unclipped my bikini top, another one of them snatched it off me and threw it over there" She pointed to an area behind Steve's still dozing head. "He shouldn't have done it, but he started playing with my tits!" Sarah was looking at her now, excited. "One of the other guys started tugging at my pants and I couldn't stop 

him"

"You didn't want to stop him more like!" Sarah spoke, sniggering.

"I know, I'm a dirty slut". Jane paused, "I couldn't help myself Sar, seeing all those hard cocks bouncing about in the water." She paused again, slowly pulling her dressing gown apart, displaying her cute smooth pussy. "They touched me everywhere Sar, even there." She traced a long finger over her wet slit.

Sarah gasped and let her gown fall apart "Tell me what happened" she whispered urgently.

"One of the boys managed to lift me out of the tub and he put me over his shoulder, carried me back into the house and dropped me onto my bed"

"Oh God" Sarah moaned and let her hand start pressing against her cunt, feeling the hot juice starting to gush out.

"I lay there, completely naked, with five of these over excited Spanish boys surrounding me." Jane gasped. "I was screwed......all night Sar"

"Fucking hell! Five of them?"

"Five of them" she nodded, "Five cocks I had to fuck!" Jane had spread her legs wide now, showing Sarah her glistening wet fingers as they bobbed in and out of her pussy lips. Sarah watched, her tongue licking her lips as her fingers too, began to press inside her slick hole. "They took turns, used me, and fucked me, over and over."

"Oh fuck Jane!" Sarah murmured, "You've made me so wet!"

"In the morning they had all gone." Jane gasped as her fingers danced over her erect clit "I was covered in cum.....on my face, up my cunt, in my hair, up my bum, everywhere!"

"Oooooh, carry on talking like this and you're going to make me cum!" Sarah felt breathless, one hand glided over her wet pussy, fingers probing, the other hand pressed against her breast, 

feeling her nipple grow harder. 

ane sighed, stood up and then reached over and stroked Sarah's hair. She moved around behind her, stepping over her stretched out, smooth legs in front of her. Bending forward, she kissed Sarah on the side of the neck. "Mmmmmm" that's nice" whimpered Sara.

"See what you think of this......" Jane whispered, her hot breath blowing gently into her ear. She stroked Sarah's hair back and kissed her again on the side of the face.




A Long Weekend Pt. 03



Saturday Daytime

Chapter 1

"Mmmmm...I knew that when I first saw you that I was in for a good, hard fuck..."

She breathed hotly into his ear, easing his pants from around his waist, yanking them urgently down his legs. He stepped forward, roughly pulling her dressing gown apart, letting it fall from her shoulders, exposing her pert, heaving breasts. His cock stood erect, rigid and ready. Reaching down, he clasped her tight, toned ass cheeks with his hands, squeezing and stroking her toned smoothness.

"Fuck me now..." she moaned breathlessly "Just fuck it inside...me!"

He bent, kissing and licking her pink, aroused nipples, sliding his hands down underneath her thighs, then lifting her swiftly off the floor, spreading her smooth brown legs so that she could straddle him and lock her feet around his waist.

She could feel his eager cock prodding urgently against her wet, excited entrance. Carrying her now, cradled in his arms, he pinned her back, hard against the kitchen wall. Slowly he bent his knees and then jerked quickly upwards. Inside her.

"Unffff!"

"Oh Fuuuck, Oh God, Fuuuuck!"

He breathed heavily, grunting into her deep cleavage. She pressed her lips into his hair to muffle her moans, putting her hands on his shoulders, pushing herself upwards and then lowering, impaling herself, letting his thickness penetrate her completely, up to the hilt. Her tits bounced, nipples, as hard as stones, flicking over his rough chin, popping into his open mouth. Feeling him thrust upwards and back out, it felt as if she had never had anything as high as this before. 

"Cum for me baby...cum in me!" 

She whispered, whimpered, taking all he could give her. His grunts and groans were becoming more aggressive now, his heavy balls slapped against her, cock buried deep inside her tight, slippery hole. He couldn't hold back; unleashing a torrent of hot spunk, gasping, then throbbing, then twitching.

Chapter 2

"Morning everyone!" Sarah walked brightly into the kitchen, a huge, contented smile on her face. She pecked Steve on the cheek and stroked his hair. He grunted in acknowledgement. She looked at him with a furrowed brow, "Everything alright Ste?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You just look a bit flushed, that's all." she said and put the back of her fingers to his forehead. "God, you're burning up... sweating!"

"There's nothing wrong!" he whined, furtively glancing over at Jane, who was sipping her coffee. She looked down, a coy smile on her face.

"Ok then. But anybody would think you weren't well. Not unless...unless..." She glanced at Jane, "Unless she's been taking advantage of you again!" Jane smiled back at her, eyes wide open in guilty surprise, checking that her dressing gown was tied together, slowly reducing the amount of cleavage she had on show.

"I haven't got it in me...not after last night anyway!" He replied, noticing Jane smirking at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. She felt his cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy, slowly down the inside of her trembling thigh.

"He's a dirty dog" said Jane "You need to keep him on a leash Sar!"

"I know" Sarah replied as she moved around the table and ran her fingers slowly through her friend's blonde hair, leaned down and kissed her slowly on the lips.

"Mmmmmm, you smell nice" Jane murmured, "Did you have a good shower?"

"Oh God yes!" she replied, "I needed that."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, but I didn't get much chance though. Somebody kept me up all night!" Sarah smiled sweetly at Jane, winked at her and kissed her again.

Steve pretended to be engrossed in the sports page of the local Spanish newspaper, the photos were the only thing he could understand.

He smirked, thinking about the two girls rolling around on the bed last night. They thought that he was asleep, but he had watched his girlfriend kissing, caressing and bringing Jane to a shuddering climax. He remembered her head buried between those smooth thighs of Jane's, her tongue flickering, licking and probing her gasping cunt and erect clit. 

Sarah tip toed over to the sideboard to fix a cup of coffee. Jane, noticing Sarah's back was turned, quickly put her cup down and reached over to Steve's shoulder, snatching a couple of loose strands of her blonde hair from his t-shirt. "Phew" she silently mouthed to Steve and grinned, rubbing his leg with her bare foot under the table.

A few minutes passed in pensive silence. "So what have you got planned for today?" Jane asked them while gazing pensively through the kitchen window. Steve shrugged and looked over at his girlfriend.

"Don't know" Sarah replied, messily slurping on a piece of melon. "Maybe we'll go for a walk or something like that. You got any ideas where to?"

"You could try a couple of miles up the road. It's a gorgeous view up there. It overlooks the sea and there are fields as far as the eye can see."

Steve moaned, "A couple of miles?"

"Yeah Steve, it's only a couple of miles you lazy bastard!" Sarah slapped his arm tetchily.

"Oh fuck it, alright then!" He replied grumpily.

"Calm down you pair!" Jane laughed at them. "It's a nice walk and besides you could do with being out of the house when Frankie comes to do the pool"

Steve looked at her quizzically. "Frankie?"

Sarah interjected "Oh yeah, the pool boy, I'll tell you about him later..."

"Don't you dare!" Jane hissed, "That's our little secret, remember!"

"

Oh shit, sorry!" Sarah replied, "C'mon Ste, let's put some sun cream on and get walking." She rose from the table with a small grin, clasped Steve's hand and lightly squeezed Jane's shoulder.

Chapter 3

They trudged slowly upwards in their thin flip flops, feeling every stone beneath their feet on the dry, parched road.

"I'm knackered." Steve whinged, trudging about ten yards behind his girlfriend.

"Oh Christ Ste, we're nearly there! She shook her head and sighed. I thought you were fit?"

"This had better be fucking worth it!" He carried on, one foot in front of the other. The only thing driving him on was the wonderful view of Sarah's dusty, smooth brown legs pushing on in front, her cute ass swaying in her Daisy Dukes. 

The road levelled as they came to some sharp bends meaning they had to hug the side of the road, tight against the rocks as the occasional car pottered on by. They hesitated as the high pitched whine of a moped approached them, unseen, around the next corner. Stopping, they waited to let it pass. The moped seemed to get faster and then it appeared like a flash, cutting the corner, aiming straight towards them. Sarah and Steve both jumped back, panicking as the rider of the bike swerved around them, his eyes bulging under his open faced helmet, wide open in shock.

"Wanker!" They both shouted angrily in unison. Steve gave the rider the middle finger and shook his head. The rider must have seen him in his rear mirror because he turned quickly in his seat and flashed two fingers back at Steve.

"What a twat" Steve muttered, "He'll be dead in a ditch before he gets to the bottom of the hill"

Sarah smirked at him. "C'mon" she said, reaching for his hand, wondering if she had just seen Frankie, the pool boy, on his way to visit Jane.

Chapter 4

They sat under the shade of a gnarly old tree, its roots searching water, spread far and wide, clinging to the exposed rocky outcrop. The sea, a deep shimmering blue, lay before them, a vast open nothingness. In the far distance a cargo ship plugged resolutely away from them into the void. The town below, about five miles to the right, baked and shimmered in the intense late morning heat.

Steve sat back against the rough bark of the tree, his arm draped over Sarah's shoulder. She nestled her head into his shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying the light warm breeze, listening to the larks chattering high in the cloudless sky.

"God, it's so peaceful here Ste"

"I wish I could stop here" he lazily replied, "Let's have a nap then go back to the villa, shall we?"

"Can we?"

"I think we both need it" he said. She lifted her head and smiled lovingly at him, pushing forward to kiss him delicately on the lips.

"Just how long have you known Jane?" he asked.

"Why?"

"Just interested, that's all."

She sighed. "Oh God, years, well, ever since school anyway." She continued. "Back in school she was a really plain kid, nobody took any notice of her. She had a few friends, but they were all idiots and nerds. When she was fifteen, she really started developing, if you know what I mean. She became taller, grew her blonde hair. I was jealous; she had a figure to die for." Sarah sniggered. "Her tits were huge!"

Steve grinned. "Go on."

"Anyway, all the boys began to take notice. She fell in with our crowd and it was as if she was making up for lost time. She had a different boyfriend every week."

"Yeah"

"She seemed to prefer older guys. I remember going to a club in Manchester with her when we'd both turned eighteen. She went off with these two guys and I found them outside taking turns with her.

"Oh Christ!"

"Anyway, we had an argument and I didn't hear from her until a few months before I met you. She got married to this old, fat, red faced dickhead. He was one of those people who always laughs at his own jokes, if you know what I mean."

"A bit of a tosser?"

"Yeah. They are totally unsuited, but he has loads of money, cars and houses abroad. She caught him screwing his secretary in their bed and she ended up wanting to get divorced. He got a good solicitor who tied Jane up in knots, wanting to protect his assets. She was aiming for a good pay-out but she's settled for a good deal. He has the villa in Spain which she could move to, live in rent free and receive a monthly payment. She's a kept woman on the condition that they don't divorce, so that he won't lose face with his friends and clients and so that he can pay her occasional visits. It isn't perfect but she told me that she loves living abroad with all this sun. Besides, she's still a young girl, so many young men, so many new temptations..." 

"So there you have it." Sarah smiled, looking pensively at her brown legs stretched before her and then up at her boyfriend.

"So, she's a money digger then?" Steve replied.

"No, I wouldn't put it that way, she's just...just a bit shallow, if you know what I mean."

"How come you've stayed in touch?"

"Well, she kept ringing and e-mailing me. It was obvious she was a bit lonely."

It's a nice place, but, yeah, I could imagine there's no one to talk to."

"In the last year she's got her old spark back I think. Some of the stuff she's told me is a bit...how should I put it... a bit on the kinky side? I think she's quite popular with the locals now."

"I bet she is!" Steve chuckled, pushing himself upwards "C'mon let's start heading back"

"What about our nap?"

"Nah, fuck it, we'll sleep on the sunbeds by the pool."

Chapter 5

They walked back up along the curved driveway of the house, hand in hand, admiring the lushness of the garden. A cool, refreshing oasis after their hot, dusty walk. Rounding the corner, back into the searing heat, they saw the same moped from before. 

"What the fuck!" Steve blurted, "Is that...?

"The pool guy, yeah, it looks like it" Sarah replied.

"Hope I don't see him" he said angrily, tensing up.

"Oh fuck him Ste, we're on holiday!". She grabbed his arm and he sighed and seemed to relax.

They walked to the front door, but decided against going through to avoid a confrontation. Sarah took her boyfriend's hand and guided him down a narrow passage to the rear of the house. "I think we can get to the pool this way." 

She led him tentatively through the darkened alleyway until they came to a secluded back garden at the rear of the villa. "It sounds like they're moving furniture around...listen..." 

She stopped to look at him, her brow furrowed, seeing if he could hear the sound. Moving quietly, they had to duck under the kitchen window so they wouldn't be seen.

"Yeah, I hear them, it seems to be coming from in there." He whispered, pointing above towards the window. Steve very slowly raised his head to look through the glass. "Er...they...they're moving some furniture alright!" He glanced down to Sarah, a grin growing on his face. 

"Look!" 

Sarah cautiously stood up, peering through into the kitchen.

"Oh my God!" she burst out laughing and quickly put her hand to her mouth to cover the sound.

The young boy was completely naked, thrusting and pounding as best he could. He was holding Jane's legs firmly under her thighs, her feet bobbing up and down, her back on the table. She raised her hips to meet his every aggressive grunt and thrust as he fucked himself deep inside her. The heavy table shunted backwards, squeaking against the floor with every hard stroke of his cock. One of her hands clutched tightly onto the side of the thick oak table, the other reached between her legs, fingers frantically rubbing and teasing her swollen clit.

"My, Oh My!" Sarah whispered, eyes wide open, taking in the vision of her best friend being screwed yet again, this time on the kitchen table. It aroused her. She wished it was her... that she was Jane.

"She's fucking insatiable!" Steve smiled. He wished it was him banging into Jane, then, he briefly, dirtily wondered if she was still slick with his cum from before. 

"Oh Christ, we'd better leave them to it!" She whispered, shaking her head, grinning. "C'mon"

Chapter 6

They made their way to a bench on the edge of a closely cut lawn, surrounded by trees. It felt good in the light shade afforded by the leaves above. Sitting down, Steve put his arm around Sarah and breathed heavily out. "Some of the things we've got ourselves in to!" he muttered.

"I know, I thought I had seen most things, but ...she's something else!"

"Yeah, she's pretty fit and horny don't you think?!"

"I'm fit and horny as well!" she said incredulously, pursing her lips and slapping him on the leg. "A threesome...another man...another woman...naked in a hot tub...seeing my own boyfriend tossing himself off and cumming over my best friend...seeing her desperate for you...your cock...up her"

"Sorry...I see what you mean!" he chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. 

Sarah rose slowly from the wooden bench and sauntered into the trees, becoming hidden from Steve's view. He closed his eyes, put his arms outstretched along the back of the bench and smiled to himself.

He remembered the two previous nights, the excitement and uncertainty, the fucking, the exhaustion, the wanting, more fucking, the satisfied look on Jane's face as he jerked and pumped his creamy sperm inside her this morning.

"Hey, Steve!" He opened his eyes with a start, shaking him out of his filthy daydream. "Come over here!"

"Where are you?"

"Here...quick!"

Steve walked into the dense trees, trying to pinpoint her voice. He pushed some low hanging tree branches aside, ducking as they whipped back towards his face.

"Where are...Oh...that's a bit naughty!" His mouth dropped as he took in his girlfriend's body, propping herself against a thick tree trunk, looking over her shoulder with seductive eyes and plump lips. Her cut-off shorts were around her ankles, her little panties rolled down to her knees. She circled her hips, moving her cute bare ass, tempting him.

"Well?" she said.

"God, you've just made me so fucking hard...you little slut"

"I'm so wet for you Ste... screw me like he was doing to her." 

She removed one hand from the tree trunk and provocatively ran a long middle finger over the cheeks of her ass, down between her legs, teasing the soft folds of her pussy lips, coating her finger in her slick, hot, excitement.

Steve grunted and darted over to her whilst unbuckling his belt, his erection making it difficult to pull his pants down. He breathed heavily, his cock aching and pulsating. Sarah felt him behind her, his hardness desperately grinding against her pert cheeks. She lifted herself up, trying to guide his gorgeous length into her slot. He moaned and then she sighed with frustration, putting her hand back behind her, grabbing his quivering tool and firmly guiding his tip onto her gushing lips.

"There ya go..."

"Fuuuuuck!" she gasped.

His thick, heavy cock stretched her lips apart as he penetrated her. 

"Oh fuck Ste, fuck, don't stop, that's it, fuck me" she whimpered, her breaths becoming short and shallow. 

He pushed further inside her, her wetness sucking him in. 

"Do me Ste, just fucking do me, do me up my cunt!" she pushed back, forcing his cock further inside. 

She turned her head, her eyes met his. Steve's eyes seemed focused and intent. He locked onto her eyes, seeing a mixture of innocence, lust, want. This was his girl, he was going to fuck her hard, to demonstrate that she belonged to him. 

"No wait! Stop!" Sarah quickly pulled herself off Steve's thick rod, feeling it slide back against her ass cheeks. She groaned quietly, her pussy missing the satisfying fullness his tool provided.

"What...what's up?" He groaned then frowned, a look of frustration on his face.

"Listen..." she whispered. Steve moaned then looked around, trying to hear anything over their heavy panting.

A happy whistling approached on the lawn, the squeaky wheel of a wheelbarrow stopped by the bench, the gardening tools rattling as the barrow was dropped down. The man's whistling continued, totally oblivious to the young fornicating couple hidden in the trees. 

"It's the fucking gardener." whispered Steve

"What are we going to do?"

"We could carry on!" he said, a mischevious smirk on his face.

"No way, not while that pervs there!"

"Oh go on!" he moaned, gently sliding his hand over her smooth hips. His cock tapped temptingly against her ass cheeks.

"No...we can't...we'll just pretend we were lost and then we'll go up to the pool."

"He'll know what we were doing!"

"C,mon" she said, quickly pushing Steve backwards, pulling up her panties and shorts and raising her eyebrows at her boyfriend trying, with difficulty, to tuck his hard erection back into his pants. 

She led him by the hand, ducking through the trees, back to the bench. The gardener didn't see them at first. He had stopped whistling and lit himself a cigarette, slumping back on the bench in a world of his own.

"Ola!" Sarah said chirpily. The old man jumped in shock, spitting his cigarette onto the grass in front of him.

"Ola" he replied gruffly and then when he had recovered, looked at them suspiciously, scratching his messy, grey hair in bewilderment.

Sarah and Steve walked nonchalantly past him, ignoring his open mouthed staring, determined to get to the pool with the least amount of embarrassment. 

Chapter 7

They found their way to the poolside, avoiding the house so as not to be seen. The wooden sunbeds appeared to be arranged, carefully positioned, thick white towels, sitting welcoming them.

"Perfect!" Steve murmured.

"I know" replied Sarah, "I'm getting in for a swim." She undressed, pausing only when she reached her underwear.

"Fuck it... I'm going in with nothing on!" Steve said, tugging his pants down his legs, standing in complete nakedness.

"Oooh, that's rude." She chuckled, admiring his semi-erect cock bouncing in front of him.

"Not as rude as what you two were doing last night!" he shot back. She pulled a face at him.

The water felt comfortably cool, a respite from the burning sun. They swam slowly in no particular direction, enjoying the freedom and peace. Sarah slowly breast-stroked to the side and turned so that her back was against the pool wall. Steve ducked under the water and glided to join her. His head popped up inches away from her and he grabbed her waist to steady himself.

"I don't think he noticed, did he?" Sarah murmured.




A Long Weekend Pt. 04



Chapter 1

"Hey, wake up, sleepy head!" Sarah whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek.

"Urggggh" Steve groggily opened his eyes "What's up?"

"Nothing" she smiled, running the flat of her hand over his well-built chest "Did you have a good sleep?"

"Yeah, I needed that...what time is it?"

"Half past eight"

"What!?"

"Yeah, you've been out for hours."

"Oh God, sorry!" His eyes flickered back to life. He yawned. "We've got to go out haven't we?"

"Yeah, but Jane says we don't have to be too early...we've got all night" She kissed him again and rose to walk to the bathroom "I'm having a shower and getting changed." Steve watched her through his still sleepy eyes, her naked body silhouetted by the bathroom light from the darkened room. He smiled contentedly to himself, putting his hands behind his head, watching her, her legs, her gorgeous ass, her curvy hips as the shower roared into life.

He showered, shaved, towelled then pulled on his jeans and reached for his t-shirt on the bed. He felt refreshed, clean and ready for the night. Sarah sat on the other side of the room wearing just her t-shirt, carefully applying her lipstick. She looked into the mirror at him. "Steve?" she asked.

"Yeah"

"What's Dave doing next Saturday?"

"Why?"

"Oh nothing...just wondered" she said innocently, turning back to the mirror and putting the lipstick to her lips. She paused, "It's just that..."

"What?"

"It's just that... that...you know..." She glanced at her boyfriend again and saw the smile curling up on his face. 

"What?" He said.

"I thought we could invite him round for a drink or two and then..."

"Wait and see" he winked at her, knowing full well a drink wouldn't be the end of it. "C'mon let's get moving, I think Jane's waiting."

Chapter 2

Jane was waiting for them at the same place in the kitchen, leaning against the sideboard, a large glass of white wine in her hand. Steve noticed the provocative, tight, black, thigh length dress she was wearing, displaying her fine curves. "I'm looking forward to tonight!" he winked at Jane, making no effort to conceal his lust.

"Yeah, but we've got to go out first, you horny devil!"

Sarah chirped in "Hey! You two!" and playfully slapped her boyfriend on his shoulder blade.

Jane took a sip from her glass and then frowned at the both. "Erm...I thought you were going to make an effort tonight!"

"What do you mean?" Sarah replied.

"Well, I thought you'd wear something a bit smarter. I know you're on holiday, but, c'mon, we've got to keep up appearances!"

"I've got nothing to wear, and neither has Ste"

"Yes you have!" Jane pointed at Sarah, "You're coming with me!" She strode over, grasped her by the wrist and pulled her towards her bedroom. Sarah protested but smiled and reluctantly followed. The two girls paused and Jane turned back to Steve, "I'll leave you to find something a bit better to wear, you must have something?" 

They walked into the bedroom and Steve was left alone in the kitchen, bemused, as Jane's bedroom door slammed shut.

He went back to his own bedroom, pulled the suitcase from the floor, searching for something suitable. Fuck it, he thought and grabbed his jacket and the shirt he had worn the previous night. The jeans were staying on. That'll do, that'll look smart. He smiled smugly at himself in the mirror as he eased his arms into his jacket, feeling proud and horny. Horny about what was to come. He brushed the fluff off from his jacket, walked back to the kitchen and searched for a bottle of lager in Jane's tall fridge. The girls were suspiciously quiet in the room down the corridor so he sat at the table and waited. 

He phoned Dave on his mobile to organise their next weekends entertainment.

Half an hour went by, it was almost dark outside. Steve looked up from the newspaper and took another slow sip of his second beer. He could now hear the girls giggling and talking animatedly. "That's so wrong!" he heard Sarah shriek excitedly.

"No...it's fine...you'll see!" Jane replied and the bedroom door opened. She quickly walked out, closing the door behind her and across to Steve, a huge grin on her face. "You'll love what she's put on Ste"

"Why?"

"You'll see!" She bent down, kissed him on the lips and whispered in his ear "Don't forget where I put that oil before Ste...don't forget about later..."

"Jesus!" he muttered and reached to take another gulp from his bottle. His eyes watched as she put her long middle finger behind her and slid it down her back and over her shapely ass. She smiled seductively with a lingering look and arched her eyebrows at him. 

"You promise?"

"Yeah." An erection buzzed in his pants.

"I'd better go and get Sar, then we'll head out.

Chapter 3

The door opened slowly and Jane appeared first. "Now... this girl... your girlfriend... looks...well, she looks as fit as fuck!" She turned her head and let Sarah brush past her and walk slowly into the room.

Steve's chin hit the floor. His eyes opened wide.

"I look like a real slut!" Sarah gasped with an embarassed smile. The dress she wore was the most erotic he had ever seen. Very short, very tight, it barely covered her bum. Her breasts, full and pert, were squeezed into an uplifting bra,creating a stunning cleavage. He looked down once again at her legs. Thigh high, hold up stockings, a glimpse of her bare provocative skin, peeped below the short hem of her dress.

"Jesus, No way!" he mumbled, taking in her beauty and also how much of a tease she was.

"Does she look good Ste?" Jane asked, "Does she excite you as much as she excites me?" She held his hand and squeezed as they admired her."Fuck, she looks hot! God...you are a lucky boy...I bet all the other boys will be wanting her tonight!" 

He nodded and smiled, not taking his eyes off his girlfriend. "Show him your panties!" Jane called across to her.

"No...I can't!" Sarah said quietly, looking nervously at them under her long eyelashes. Her face flushed in embarrassment.

"Oh go on!" Steve insisted with a dirty smile. "Give us a peek!"

"Oh Christ, alright then" she said meekly and slowly lifted her tight dress to reveal a very revealing pair of black lacy panties, the front of which consisted of only a string of pearls pressed snugly between the shaved, inviting lips of her pussy.

"Fuck me!" Steve's mouth dropped.

"If that doesn't make you hard then nothing will" Jane whispered again in his ear "I can't wait until we get back later"

"Uh huh" said Steve, already aroused.

"I can't go out like this!" Sarah whined, "I look like a whore!"

"No you don't!" retorted Jane, her brow furrowing "Look Sar, I'm serious, you're on holiday...does anyone know you...does anyone know where you come from?

"No"

"Well then, you can't hide how good you look" she turned to Steve to seek his affirmation. "Can she?"

"Erm, no!" he replied, his face still unable to hide how tempting his girlfriend looked. Sarah definitely knew his weakness...showing off her sexy ass in some pretty panties and some thigh highs and high heels. He loved it when she dressed up. She usually only dressed this daring for him at home as a treat, on his birthday or weeks ago when he'd just a promotion at work. He fondly thought back to that night and how hard he had cum, spurting deep inside her, impaling her with his hard cock, bent over the arm of the sofa. Now they were going out in the town. He knew Sarah had a dirty mind and that she knew all the other guys would be looking at her... she was certainly asking for it tonight. 

They would be all wanting to use her slutty, fit body...to feel their dirty cocks slamming deep into her tight wet pussy...to kiss and suck on her heaving tits...Steve just loved the satisfaction that she was his. He was the one going to take her home. He was the one who was going to do all those things to her later.

"C'mon, taxi's here!" said Jane "Let's go"

Chapter 4

The town buzzed. Everybody had crowded in from the beaches, the hills and their hotel rooms. It was a late summer, Saturday night. After a day of scorching, dry heat, everyone was set for drinking, talking, eating and relaxation.

With a dry squeal from it's brakes, the taxi dropped them off at a busy bar on the town square. Jane quickly, in her assertive manner, found a table outside in the middle of the bar, surrounded by locals and holidaymakers. Sarah carefully and as lady like as she could, spun her legs out of the car and clutched Steve's hand to keep her balance. The reaction was instantaneous. The men stopped talking and turned unashamedly to look admiringly at her. The women just glared and then looked accusingly at their husbands or boyfriends. Steve couldn't help but smirk at the commotion and led her through the busy tables to join Jane.

Jane looked up at them from the table admiringly. "You look damn fine woman" she said dreamily to Sarah, her chin cupped in her hand, elbow resting on the table.

"Oh my God, they're all looking at me, trying to undress me!" Sarah blushed.

"Who can blame them?!" Steve chuckled, pulling a chair from under the table and sitting down opposite the two girls.

"Piss Off!" Sarah replied light heartedly, pulling a face at him. She sat, holding her legs tightly together under the table. Nobody was getting a peek...well not just yet anyway. Jane ordered a bottle of white wine for her and Sarah, a beer for Steve. It wasn't long before the drinks arrived at the table. The three waiters competed to be of service, like ducks scrambling over the last piece of bread thrown in a pond.

People still looked, but they slowly realised she wasn't going to create a scene and start dancing on the tables and relapsed back to their drinking. "What time are you flying back" Jane asked after taking her first sip.

"Monday lunch time...I don't want to talk about it" Steve muttered, looking around him, soaking in the happy atmosphere.

"But you've both enjoyed it so far?"

"Yeah, yeah" said Sarah "You're so lucky to be able to live here"

"Yeah, I know. It has more ups than downs!" Jane sighed. "You've both made me very happy though." she smiled then looked at the glass of wine placed in front of her.

"Why have we made you happy?" Steve asked.

She stared back at him and then her lips curled into a smile. She leaned across the table towards them and whispered. "I've never enjoyed sex as good as it is with you two!"

Steve spluttered in shock and looked at his girlfriend, who smiled back.

"We aim to please!" Sarah grinned. 

Chaper 5

They chatted and flirted with each other. They all knew how the night would end so there was no hurry. The smug satisfaction of knowing they were going to fuck each other into oblivion was written all over their faces. Sarah had loosened up by her third glass and the conversation became more dirty and direct.

"Ste likes me dressing like this, Jane, it always turns him on"

"Oooh, I bet it does!" she turned to him, with mirthful, sparkling eyes.

"True" he said. His eyes lit up as Sarah put a cigarette to her lips, pushing her chair back and sitting back away from the table. She crossed her slim legs in front of him and exhaled slowly, seductively, knowing he could see the tops of her exposed thighs. Jane smirked at her brazenness and glanced back at Steve.

"Doesn't it make you uncomfortable though Ste? Seeing her, your girlfriend dressed like this, in front of all these strange men?"

"No, I don't..."

"You don't mind their dirty thoughts?"

Sarah exhaled and then drawled. "He's a dirty bastard." She leaned forward with a smile curling on her lips, stubbed her cigarette out slowly and sat back, uncrossing her legs. "The things he's told me, all his fantasies."

"Oh Yeah?"

It turns him on Jane, knowing other men are looking at me, what they want to do to me"

"Er..." Steve coughed in embarrassment.

"So you're up for that sort of thing are you then Ste?" Jane jokingly quizzed him, watching him squirm. "It would turn you on watching a complete stranger..." Her voice lowered "Fucking your girlfriend?

"Well..." 

"Go on, tell her the truth, tell her what you tell me when we're in bed together" Sarah interrupted, looking at him intently with her dark sexy eyes.

"I can't!"

"Go on!"

"Oh alright" Steve looked down into his bottle and picked a cigarette from the pack. "I know she's told you all about what happened with Dave..." Jane nodded, listening intently "But I told her once that she could bring over some guys from the gym to see what happened."

"Ooh, that sounds naughty!" Jane smirked at him and then grasped Sarah's hand. "And..." she motioned for him to continue.

"I'll let you fill in the gaps Jane!" he looked back up and smiled at her.

"Well did you?" she asked, insistently, looking first at Sarah then glancing at Steve. He smirked then shrugged and stayed silent.

Sarah whispered and chuckled "Those boys are quite buff though Jane...you wouldn't say no!" She watched Steve light his cigarette and then they both looked deep into each other's eyes, knowing that even though she teased him incredibly, they both loved each other.

"Wow!" Jane said "You dirty bastards!"

Chaper 6

The table fell into a comfortable silence as the three of the absorbed the holiday atmosphere. Sarah adjusted herself, sitting further back in her chair, revealing even more of her upper thighs. Steve was sure he could see the pearls glinting on her pussy in the dim light. Jane rubbed his forearm affectionately, her eyes wandering around the square. Sarah squeezed her other hand and looked seductively at Steve, seeing his eyes widen, mouth open, gasping silently, as she parted her legs for him, sluttishly wider. 

Suddenly, the table behind them erupted. A tubby English woman, skin sunburnt lobster red, stood up sharply, picked up her glass of red wine and threw its contents straight into the face of what must have been her husband. "You dirty bastard!" she shrieked at him, jabbing a fat finger into his chest "She's old enough to be your daughter!" The man looked aghast in shock, the wine dribbling down his pristine white t-shirt.

"I'm not doing anything, you stupid cow!" he retorted.

"You fucking know what you were looking at!" the woman shouted, oblivious to all the other people in the packed bar. "That...That there!" she pointed at Sarah who quickly crossed her legs and tried frantically pulling the hem of her dress down.

"I wasn't!" he glanced over, knowing full well he had been caught red handed. Caught, taking a furtive look at a young girl (Sarah), displaying her pussy. The woman picked up her handbag, pushed clumsily past the other bemused drinkers and pursed her lips.

She turned round. "I'm going back to the room...don't you dare fucking coming back!

Everybody watched her waddle off and then turned to watch her husband rise to his feet, attempt to wipe down his t-shirt and look down in shame. He quietly made his way out of the bar, humiliated, not daring to look back.

Jane looked over at Steve and Sarah's smirking faces. She tried to contain her own laughter and said "You see Sar, that's the sort of effect you have on people" She stood up, collected her purse and cigarettes and left a tip. "Let's go."

Chapter 7

Sarah and Jane walked hand in hand, ten yards in front of Steve through the busy street. He looked lustfully at Jane's trim, sexy figure, her hips swaying atop her long brown legs and high heels. Sarah's body gave him an instant erection. The dress was incredibly tight, the back cut down to the small of her flawless back. He still couldn't believe how short it was, the cheeks of her tight bum showing briefly, teasingly, with every stride she took. He watched the glances of all the other men, the looks on their faces, the obvious wanton lust. Oh my God, he thought to himself as his hard-on pressed insistently inside his pants. I must have died and gone to heaven.

"Are you up for a dance Ste?" Jane turned back to him and was pointing casually to the entrance of a nightclub. Deep bass music pounded across the street. He shrugged in acceptance and followed the girls through the darkened doorway. The burly bouncers eyed Steve suspiciously, but the girls were more than welcome and waved through.

Once again Jane took over and confidently secured them a booth between the bar and the dance floor. 

A bored, surly, skinny waitress brought them over three flute glasses and a bottle of champagne. "Oh God Jane!" Steve said "Please don't pay for us again!"

"Why not?"

"It's just...just not right!" He had to shout to be heard above the pumping music.

"Pah!" she smiled back and flicked her hand at him dismissively. "Here, have one of these" She passed them both a small tablet each.

"What's this?" Sarah shouted.

"Oh just swallow it, it's OK, you'll feel good" 

Sarah looked at her friend suspiciously while Steve put his in his mouth and washed it down with a gulp of champagne. He shrugged his shoulders.

"What is it Jane?"

"A pick me up!"

"What?"

"Ever heard of E's"

"Well...yeah" Sarah looked concerned.

"Go on ...just give it a go"

"Where did you get them from? Oh...I don't know, what will it do to me?"

"Wait and see" Jane smiled as Sarah quickly slipped the pill into her mouth.

Chapter 8

Twenty minutes later they were all drawn to the dance floor. The sound, the lights, the people all blended into a glorious swirl of happiness and well- being. Sarah felt like she was floating, dancing with her arms in the air, her body swayed, her long brunette hair matted her face. Jane held onto Steve, grinding closely together, both feeling and sensing each other's excitement. He turned her around and held her firmly by her hips, pulling her close once more, grinding himself into her ass, letting her know how aroused he was. She hooked her arm back around his neck and leaned back so she could shout to him above the thumping music. Steve nuzzled her neck, damp from sweat. "I've got to have that cock in me tonight Ste, I've got to feel your dick in my ass. I want another cock ...up my cunt." Steve stiffened even more and felt her hand move down and slowly rub the pressing, satisfying bulge he had in his trousers.

"I'm going to find another man to join us tonight..."

"Oh Godddd!" he released her and she turned to face him with a flushed face.. "Fuck Jane, I can't stand it...you've got me so fucking hard." 

He smiled then turned to go back to their booth for a drink, shaking his head in excited disbelief. He left her dancing with his girlfriend.

He sat and looked back out on the heaving dance floor. The girls were lost in the flashing lights and the music, their hot, sweat glistened bodies moving around sexily to the heavy, pumping bass. 

He became aware of other guys gradually crowding around them, dancing with them, moving closer. One man grabbed Sarah's waist with both hands from behind and held her lightly, moving them down so that they came to rest on her hips. She didn't pull away, instead, she pushed her ass back against him, grinding herself on his obvious stiffness. Another guy pushed in front of her, squeezing against her, rubbing his erection into her thighs. His hands moved down and held onto the smooth naked flesh of her pert bum cheeks. She was sandwiched tightly between the two men.

Steve suddenly felt anxious. Should he be doing something, should he be going back down there to claim his girlfriend back from these vultures. 

The more he watched her, the more he saw excitement and lust on her face. He couldn't deny it, he was turned on too; strange hands all over his girlfriend's body, touching her bare skin, breathing like animals, heavily into her naked, damp shoulders. Jane had attracted the same sort of attention, she was loving it, caressing their arms, holding their hands, her fingers teasing, flickering lightly over their hard-ons, straining desperately in their pants...




A Long Weekend Pt. 04



He took another sip of champagne and watched open mouthed as the guy behind put his hands to his girlfriend's breasts, cupping them in his hands, kissing her neck. The guy in front brazenly lifted the hem of her tight, short dress so that her panties and pearls became obviously exposed. 

It wasn't long before his fingers began to explore, pressing around the delicate beads, covering what must have been an incredibly wet slit.

Sarah closed her eyes, feeling the excitement rising as their hands roamed over her body. Her dress pulled down, gathered messily around her tummy. Her breasts now obscenely exposed. They shouldn't be touching her this way, her tits were being roughly squeezed, her nipples pinched, their thick fingers were urgently strumming her very stiff clit, probing into her slick pussy lips. Oh God, she was enjoying this; being fingered like a slut by these dirty, incredibly aroused men. She put her hand down and reached behind her to rub the large bulge in the strange guy's trousers, his hardness pressing insistently against her ass like an iron bar.

"C'mon Sar!...now!...before this gets out of control!" It was Jane, forcefully grabbing her hand, pulling her quickly from the dance floor, away from the guys, away from their prey. Jane was giggling, Sarah giggled too when she realised just how dirty, how slutty she was being. She turned to look at the men, sticking her tongue out when she saw their downbeat, frustrated faces. Who did they think she was...did they think she was...that easy!?

"Oh Hi Ste!" Sarah shouted, still laughing above the noise and climbed over to sit on his lap. Jane sat and leaned over so that she could kiss him on the lips, her tongue meeting his wetly in complete abandonment. "Hey, you two...that's my boyfriend!" Sarah playfully lightly smacked Jane on the back of her head "He's mine tonight!" 

Jane reached up, purposely held Sarah's face close and kissed her gasping lips too, taking her by surprise. Steve watched the two girls kiss, his cock twitching now, harder and harder.

"I'm getting another drink...just fucking behave you two!" She rose and walked slowly through the partying crowd, trying hard to be classy and composed. Sarah and Steve watched her go, seeing how she attracted lustful looks, not only by the men, but by some of the girls too.

"Goddd Steve...I feel fucking horny tonight!" Sarah whispered in his ear, nibbling his earlobe playfully as she did so. He could smell the need on her hot, sticky skin. One hand held her up on his knee, the other wrapped around her bare thigh. "I know what it does to you Ste, it's your fantasy coming true isn't it?... seeing me out there dancing, all those other randy boys around me, leering at me in this slutty dress, seeing them touching me, their fingers playing with me" She kissed him again and looked intently into his eyes. "Maybe they'd want to...fuck me?"

"Oh God Sar...I'm sure of it!"

"But you know Ste, if you let me go outside with them, after they've all finished and spunked all over me and they've had their dirty way, I'll come back to you, full of their cum, be your girl again, be your whore." 

She looked at him coyly from beneath her eyelashes, a grin growing on her face. Their lips met, he kissed her hard, tongues meeting, tasting each other. "God I want you, I want your cock...inside me...now!" She moaned, stood up, and then moved forward to straddle him, lifting her silky thighs either side of his legs, kneeling on the soft couch. He looked up at her, his chin buried into her cleavage. "I'm so fucking wet Ste...I'm soaking... my panties are soaking!" She ground herself against him, feeling his stiffness straining to be unleashed, feeling it rub agonisingly against her pearls, and her sodden pussy lips. "Can you feel how hot my pussy is Ste... can you feel it?" She humped him furiously for a few seconds, clutching his head, teasing herself, sending herself into a frustrated frenzy.

"Oh God Sar!"

"Let's get that cock out!" she commanded, straight faced. She kneeled upright, pushing him back into the couch. He watched her, her face flushed, biting her bottom lip in concentration and anticipation as her fingers swiftly rubbed the outline of the firm erection in his jeans. 

"We can't Sar!" he spluttered, "Not in here... not now!"

"Who says?" She smirked, expertly un-buttoning his jeans. "No one can see us can they?" They both quickly glanced around. It was true, they were in a private booth; the darkness and confusion in the club could hide their passion. "I just want your cock!"

"Oh God!" Steve moaned as her fingers pushed inside his pants and wrapped firmly around his throbbing tool.

"Fuuuuck Ste...you really are fucking hard...you dirty fucker"

"Uh huh..."

"So... thinking about me being fucked by other guys...it does turn you on...it does make you fucking stiff!" She shifted forward, exposing his rigid cock, her fingers running up and down the length, its crown glistening with pre-cum. "Oh Jesus Christ, that's nice" she cooed.

"Well...?"

Her eyes locked on his as she slid forward and started to rub the head of his cock back and forth over her hot, juicy slit. He moaned as she rose and then lowered herself onto his solid length, his fat head penetrating, stretching her desperate folds. She sank further down onto him, his tool buried into her velvety cunt. His tight balls eventually rested against her ass as she bottomed out. "Oh fuck... Ste...that's fucking deep" she gasped and leaned into him. She felt his twitching, thick hardness stretch her and fill her completely. She kissed him and slowly started moving her hips, back and forth, grinding her clit. "So fucking deep..." Her pussy clamped around his tool, slick juice seeping out of her, down his rigid cock onto his balls, smearing her inner thighs in excitement.

"Fucking bitch... have this!" he grunted and pushed up further inside her, slamming and slapping his balls against her smooth ass cheeks. She squealed as his forceful penetration made her sit upright, his fat cock impaling her, making her eyes open wide, making her gasp and then throw her head back in abandonment.

"Oh..Oh...Oh...Oh... God...Oh...Fuck!" she noisily shouted out as Steve's meaty cock pistoned in and out of her gushing hole. "Oh...Oh...Oh...you dirty...you dirty...fucker...do me...hard...harder". She pulled her dress down to expose her left breast and hard nipple for him to suck. He grunted more urgently, grabbing her hips, forcing her down onto him.

She briefly opened her eyes, seeing people looking her way, seeing her being roughly fucked. 

The guys she danced with earlier looked over in astonishment. She couldn't help but smile smugly at them as she rode her boyfriend. "Cum up me ...cum in me...I want to feel it Ste" she breathlessly moaned as he relentlessly pounded her. "That's it...That's it...I'm...going...God...I'm cumming...I'm cumming...Ste...Im cumming...Oh Jesus...Fuck...yes...yes!" Her body tensed, then shuddered as a wave of her orgasm hit her, her slick, vaginal walls contracting around Steve's throbbing tool. 

"Oh fuck...fuck...Ste...cum up me...cum up me...now!"

They didn't know what happened next. Sarah was being pushed violently through the door of the club, a short muscle bound man cursed at her, pointing a finger, in a language she didn't understand.

Steve followed very shortly afterwards, another bouncer pulling him by the hair into the street and slapping his face. All of the time he tried to defend himself, but he also tried to pull his pants up, to cover his still swollen, stiff cock.

"Fuck Off...you Spanish cunt!" he shrieked. The bouncer kicked him and pushed him to the ground, leaving him sprawled in the gutter.

Jane, panicky and out of breath, ran outside and caught up with the action and rounded on the two bouncers, shouting and screaming in Spanish. She pushed them away. The bouncers relented and walked backwards into the club, shaking their heads and laughing at the three of them.

Sarah covered herself when she realised her breasts were still exposed and hurried over to her boyfriend and helped him to his feet. She shook with shock, feeling her warm juice trickling down her legs, pussy still pulsating from the crashing climax she had just had.

"Why did they do that Jane?" she asked her friend who was dusting down Steve's jacket.

"Duh...maybe you were caught shagging?!" She said sarcastically.

"I didn't think anyone was looking..."

"Oh fuck! Believe me Sar, everyone was watching...for Christ's sake you made enough noise!"

"I wasn't that..."

"You were! Everyone knew what you were doing...you filthy bastards!" Jane started walking away, down the street, shaking her head, smiling. "That's another club I won't be welcome again"

"Sorry" muttered Steve, patting himself down.

"Yeah, sorry Jane" Sarah repeated guiltily.

"Come on you two...let's get a taxi."

Chapter 9

"I thought we were going back for a hot tub?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowing. The taxi had taken a number of turns, leading them deeper and further into the town. They were far from the bright lights and safety of the popular tourist areas, now they were cruising through narrow, grubby streets, tall office buildings, graffiti, unkempt shops, broken windows.

"We will be...I just want to show you this little place I know."

Sarah and Steve looked at her. The gangs of youths in the shadows and menacing surroundings were making them anxious. "It doesn't look good around here Jane." Steve said "I'm not sure if we're in the right place."

"Oh, it's OK Ste, I think you'll like it...I know lots of the people there."

"Is it a bar?"

"Not exactly, but you both should enjoy it" She smiled and crossed her legs, rubbing the top of his thigh.

T

he taxi pulled up outside a small, untidy café. The lights blazed brightly inside but there were no customers. "Here?" Steve asked.

"Yep...follow me." Jane got out, gave the driver a twenty euro note and ushered them through the door of the café.

"We can have a coffee at yours though can't we? " Sarah called after her.

"We could...but just bear with me." Jane smirked and pulled out a couple of chairs and beckoned them to sit at a table near the counter. She went to the counter and pinged a bell for attention.

A stooped old woman shuffled into view. Her teeth were black or missing, her skin wrinkled and grey. Jane spoke quietly to her and pointed to her two friends. There followed a long silence as the old woman glared at them, glared at Sarah's short dress and impressive cleavage. "I don't think she likes us," Sarah whispered nervously to Steve "I know we're not wanted here!"

The old woman tutted and turned her back on them, shuffling, shoulders hunched, slowly into the back of the shop. "It's all OK, this place is a bit secret...you can't tell anyone. ...do you promise me" Jane urgently said.

"Yeah, OK ...but, it's only a café...isn't it?"

"Not quite..."

A door opened and they turned to see a suited, heavily built, bald headed man walk in. His presence filled the room. "Ahh, Jane ...good to see you again...I see you have brought guests?" 

Jane took his hand and pecked him on the cheek.

"Oh Hi Matteo" she gushed "Good to see you too!" she turned and beamed at Sarah and Steve and introduced them both. Matteo shook their hands whilst fixing them both with a hard searching stare.

"Welcome my friends...any friend of Jane's is a friend of ours...please...follow me." He gestured for them to follow and led them though the door at the rear of the café, up some steep, narrow, wooden stairs, onto a landing. Some muted music came from behind a thick door to their left, more stairs ascended into darkness in front of them. 

He heaved open the door, and invited them, with a sweep of his hand, into a new adventure.

Chapter 10

The darkened room, lit only by candlelight was filled with people. All dressed very elegantly, all smiling, chatting, laughing, all sat around tables sipping wine and flutes of champagne. A thick haze of cigarette and cigar smoke hung around them. Old style jazz music played lightly in the background. Matteo took them to a small round table in the middle of the room, a candle flickering intimately in the centre. He pulled the chairs out for the two girls, inviting them to sit. Jane remained standing and beckoned Matteo to her, whispering into his ear, meanwhile opening her purse and pressing, discretely, some folded banknotes into his hand. "Enjoy!" he smiled and left them alone.

"What... is ...this... place?" Sarah asked suspiciously, her brow furrowed, looking around, sensing the eyes of all the guests boring into her.

"It's good Sar, you'll see...just enjoy the experience" Jane put her hand on her friend's hand in reassurance, "Oh good, look...here's the drinks"

The waitress, wearing a black, sexy thigh length dress smiled demurely at them all and poured their white wine slowly into crystal glasses. She walked away, holding Steve's eye, smiling. Jane grinned at him, raised her eyebrows and rubbed his arm. "I'm glad you've decided to come with me, I've had loads of good times here, met loads of people"

"It looks a bit boring?" Steve cheekily suggested, looking at the other guests in the shadowy room. There was a mixture of young and old, couples and singles. A few of the women looked incredibly attractive, wearing expensive dresses and jewelry bought for them by their obviously wealthy husbands sitting alongside them. Single girls and men accompanied some of them, seemingly unattached, all smiling, hanging onto every word of the man or woman who had brought them along. They were all beautiful, the men immaculate, the girls all provocatively dressed. He looked over at Sarah, sipping her wine, looking around too, her short dress clinging to her brown body. He wondered if she was thinking the same as him. The three of them fitted in perfectly, he decided, a young guy with two very desirable girls...

"It's definitely not boring Ste... look! She nodded her head, to direct his eyes.

A couple in front of them, they must have been in their early forties, were kissing heavily, stroking one another's thighs, oblivious to all around. The woman's other hand caressed the bare, smooth thigh of the young girl sitting next to her. The girl dragged slowly on her cigarette and closed her eyes, letting her legs part, allowing more access for the older woman's wandering fingers.

Sarah chuckled and covered her mouth in embarrassment. "They're having a good time" she whispered.

"Maybe you'll see more of that sort of thing soon..." Jane whispered back, gazing into their now confused eyes. "I think we've got here just in time." The two of them looked at each other. Steve shrugged his shoulders in bemusement.

The room hushed gradually. "What's happening?" Sarah asked. Jane ignored her and turned in her chair. A spotlight revealed a raised platform, a small stage, not ten yards away from them. A single, lone chair sat in the centre of the stage.

"Must be a theatre" Steve whispered into his girlfriend's ear. He looked at her blankly in the candlelight and shrugged again.

Eventually a tall, busty, curvaceous woman appeared, smiling, walking slowly, hips swaying, approaching the chair. She stopped, flicked her long black hair behind her ear and put both hands on the back of the chair and pouted. Her tight white blouse revealed a deep cleavage, her breasts straining at the material. Steve smiled admiringly. The jazz music started again, this time louder, more erotic. Jane glanced at her friends, she smiled too when she saw their expressions.

As the minutes passed, her blouse was the first to fall to the floor, followed by her short skirt. She flaunted her large breasts unashamedly to the audience and slowly, teasingly, unclipped her bra revealing her large perky tits. The audience clapped politely and expectantly. "A stripper!" Sarah whispered excitedly into her boyfriend's ear and gripped his hand.

"I know" said Steve, his mouth open, eyes transfixed.

Her tiny black lacy panties followed. She removed them tantalisingly slowly, down her long, shapely legs and stepped out of them, earning a few shouts of encouragement from some of the men and girls. She smirked and threw them into her appreciative audience. Standing on the edge of the stage she pouted again and cupped her large tits, flaunting them, caressing their large pink nipples between her fingers. Steve shifted, embarrassed, in his seat as the woman's fingers travelled south, eventually reaching the top of her smooth pussy. Her fingertips danced over her clit as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth in pleasure and threw her head back.

The spotlight went out, casting the stage into darkness.

"Oh wow!" Sarah giggled "I've never seen a stripper before!"

"Got to admit, I didn't expect that!" Steve responded as Jane smiled at them both. The audience clapped.

"Erm...she's not finished yet" Jane murmured "Just watch."

The music started again, more aggressive, louder, pumping. The atmosphere became incredibly tense. The spotlight suddenly lit the stage. She stood centre stage holding two, tall, well-built black men by their hands. She was still completely naked, they wore nothing but smug smiles on their faces and short towels around their waists. Steve looked on, still open mouthed. Jane licked her lips and crossed her legs, her dress riding up, revealing her attractive thighs. Sarah murmured to herself in disbelief.

The spotlight went out, again casting the stage into darkness. Boos and angry shouts rang around the room. Sarah and Steve grasped each other's hand, fearing the crowd's anger bubbling. The spotlight flashed on again.

After a couple of minutes, the two of them managed to catch one another's eye. "Fucking hell" Steve mouthed, shocked. Sarah couldn't take her eyes off the events unfolding in front of them.

The stripper was kneeling in front of the two big men. Sucking and, caressing, stroking their massive, black cocks. They held their heads back as her tongue flickered up and down their thick lengths. It wasn't long before she was being penetrated, slowly, firmly, their shafts buried deep inside her. In her pussy. In her ass. Her moans and squeals of delight and the groans of the two black guys could be heard above the music, their balls slapping loudly against her. Fucking her... hard. Sarah caught the woman's eye as they screwed her from in front and from behind. The woman smirked back at her, then her mouth opened wide in ecstacy, her eyes flickered, feeling the insistent invasion of two hard, black cocks, pushing urgently inside her.

"Oh fuck me, Ste!" Sarah shouted into Steve's ear so that she could be heard above the music. "Just look at what they're doing to her!"

"Fucking hell" Steve responded, still open mouthed. He could see the man at the table in front. His hands rested now on the younger girls head in his lap. She pushed her blonde hair behind her ear and took his hardness into her mouth, her head bobbed, lubricating his stiff prick with her spit. The man's wife looked on in excitement, her dress pulled up, fingers down her panties, rubbing her clit furiously. "Oh God!" Steve murmured, noticing the older woman teasing her breasts out from beneath her expensive, low cut dress.

Sarah watched on and stroked her hand across Steve's lap. She could feel his hardness ridging in his pants with her fingers. She afforded herself a little smile. Jane turned to look at them and grinned. She put her hand over Sarah's on Steve's lap and danced her fingertips over his hidden erection. "Well..." she said as the music started to slowly quieten down. "What do you think?!"

"I don't know what to say!" Sarah giggled, watching intently as the two black men withdrew from the trembling woman, forcing her to kneel once again in front of them. They firmly pumped their glistening, thick cocks in her face, building to a climax. She looked on expectantly, licking her lips at their two quivering shafts, waiting to receive her reward.




A Long Weekend Pt. 04



"Oh Jesus...fuck!" Jane gasped.

"Fuuuuck!" Sarah murmured in unison.

"Oh God!" Steve moaned as the two men both unleashed torrents of thick, warm spunk over the woman's lips, over her shoulders and her heaving breasts. They bucked once more, powering more of their creamy jizz into her face. She licked her lips, tasting their cum, as it trickled down from her nose and forehead. Moaning, she curled her fingers around to caress and jerk more on their spent, throbbing shafts. 

"Mmmmm..." Jane whispered as the crowd spontaneously burst into cheers and screams. The two men helped the cum splattered woman to her feet to receive the applause. The spotlight went out.

"Was that horny or what?!" Jane said excitedly.

"I can't believe it!" Sarah replied, incredulous "What the fuck have you brought us too?"

Steve watched the man, the girl and his wife at the table in front of them. The young girl now straddled him, bouncing up and down in abandonment, feeling his cock urgently pushing inside her. The older woman, naked now, undressed the girl as she fucked her husband, exposing her cute, pert tits. A few of the guests, men and women, had left their tables and stood round to watch the action.

"Looks interesting" Jane nodded with a grin on her face, nodding at the trio. "I think I fancy some of that later" she winked. She noticed a presence behind her. "Oh Hi..."

She turned as a dark skinned man put his hand on her shoulder. In his thirties, he was accompanied by another good looking, taller man. Both were dressed impeccably in business suits. A young, dark haired girl, late teens, clung on to both their arms, a bright smile beaming across her face. He spoke in Spanish to Jane and she replied in the same language, her eyes darting about but flirting with him. Her hand clasped his, as he stroked her neck and shoulder. They all turned to smile at Sarah and Steve. Jane said something and winked and nodded at the two men. She kissed the back of his hand and they left, unashamedly continuing to look at Sarah.

"What was that all about?" Sarah whispered.

"Oh, they just wanted a chat, that's all" she smiled. "I think they like you...if you know what I mean."

"Er...yeah...kind of."

Jane put a cigarette to her lips and continued smiling as she surveyed the room. Sarah looked at Steve who was still fascinated by the events unfolding at the table in front of him. She tapped his arm. "I don't know about this place" she whispered, a look of concern on her face. "Can't we just go back to the villa, you 

know...just the three of us?"

Steve looked back at her, distracted, "Let's ask her." He nodded at Jane who was now staring at another table to their left, it's occupants touching each other, a breast exposed, dresses riding up around waists, erect cocks. "Hey Jane" he said.

She pulled out of her trance "Yeah?"

"Shall we head back...you know...go for a hot tub?"

"Are you sure?" her brow furrowed, she tapped her cigarette into the ashtray. "Don't you want to stay a while, I thought we could mingle, you know...socialise a little bit...?"

"But we can't speak the language though!" he looked at her, a little exasperation creeping in to his voice.

"Steve...you won't have to speak..."

Sarah clutched his arm again and muttered something under her breath. Steve continued to look at Jane, only just realising why she was trying to gain his attention. He glanced up to see the waitress carrying a bowl and proudly putting it on the table in front of them. He was just about to ask her for another bottle of wine when he felt Sarah continuing to frantically shake his arm, looking at the contents of the bowl. 

Blue and silver square packets. Condoms.

"Oh fuck Ste...she's brought us to an orgy!"

They both looked anxiously at one another, at Jane, then at the other guests. The guests were drifting to one side of the room where dark leather sofas seemed to be scattered around, interspersed with large cushions and rugs. They were all smiling, kissing, stroking, slowly unzipping the backs of their expensive dresses...

"I'm going home!" Sarah exclaimed, pushing herself up, away from the table. Steve suddenly had a disappointed look on his face. He couldn't deny it. He felt really nervous but excited at the same time. His solid erection was a giveaway.

"If you're sure?" said Jane

"No, really, I want to go" she rose and brushed Jane's hair. "I'm going, we'll see you in a minute or two"

Jane pursed her lips. "Spoilsports!"

"We'll see you outside on the stairs."

"Oh Jesus you two...!" Jane tetchily said "I won't be long, I've just got to have a chat with someone."

Chapter 11

They made their way back, in the candlelight, to the heavy door. The waitress who had brought the condoms over before had been willingly captured. She was now being solidly and noisily screwed from behind, panties pulled to one side, holding her head firmly ino the table. The man grunted, pumping into her sodden pussy, encouraged loudly by his excited, wild eyed wife. Steve stepped over a couple of intertwined legs, politely muttering that he was sorry as he did so.

"Hey you, meester." It was Janes's friend from before. "You Engleesh huh?...come...come and join us...we have party, huh?

"Er...sorry...no" Steve replied as the man put his hand around Sara's waist, then moved down and started to fondle her barely hidden ass cheeks.

"Fuck Off!" Sarah shrieked and ran towards the door.

Steve shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry mate, not tonight"

"You stop maybe...my girl...she likes you...wants to be with you..."

"No...sorry, I can't". Frustrated, he glanced over at the girl, her eyes wantonly bored into his, her red lips slightly parted, as she sat on the chair not five yards from him. His temptation went into overdrive as she spread her legs, letting her expensive dress ride up high around her thighs, fingers rubbing beneath her tiny sheer panties.

He was pulled away by Sarah. "Get here you!" she urgently said. She grasped his hand tightly, heaved open the door and they both stumbled out into the fresh air of the landing at the top of the stairs.

Sarah let out a breath. "Fucking hell!"

"Fucking hell!

"An orgy Ste...a fucking orgy!" She whispered, grinning.

"I know, I didn't see that coming, I didn't know Jane was into this sort of thing...dirty bitch!"

"I bet you'd have taken advantage of that girl though, wouldn't you?"

"No, I'd prefer to wait for you later when we get back to the house"

"Oh come on Ste, she was gagging for it! I bet you'd have liked a bit of teen pussy, wouldn't you?!" She smiled and reached forward, stroking the back of her fingers across the pressing bulge in his trousers. "

When we get back, I want you to strip me, lick me and fucking do me...hard...you know, like what they did to her in there." Breathlessly she continued "You liked it in there didn't you?"

"Oh, Ok , yeah,...maybe... a little bit"

"I wonder, I wonder what it's like with a stranger?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, we've had the chance, a different man, a different girl... I'm curious, I wonder...is it bad?"

Steve interrupted "So, did it make you just a little bit horny. Did it turn you on?" He put his hands on her hips and smiled, they looked into each other's eyes.

"Yeah...well...I suppose it did."

A door banged shut and the quick tapping of stilettos rushing down the stairs above them averted their eyes upwards. A long black haired, dusky girl appeared. Her skin appeared smooth and brown in the dim light. Her shapely Spanish body stopped suddenly when she saw them. She spoke, deep breaths.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, I've caught you" The girl smiled, her lips red and plump. "Come with me" she beckoned them to follow her.

"No, wait!" Sarah said shocked. "We're waiting here for our friend, she'll be out in a minute."

"You came with Jane didn't you? I don't think she is ready to come out yet."

"I knew it!" Sarah said, exasperated, staring at Steve. 

"Why?"

She rolled her eyes "Duh, did you really think she'd come out, what, with all that going on in there!"

"Oh...OK" he shrugged. "We'd better find a taxi then"

The Spanish girl interrupted "No, please come with me, my husband wants to see you"

"No, I'm sorry we can't."

"Look, you've got to come with me, my husband doesn't take no for answer" she paused. "He.. ... insists"

Steve and Sarah looked curiously at each other. "Oh, alright then, we can't be long though." The girl shone a satisfied smile.

They followed her up the tight, dark staircase and arrived at another solid oak door. She smiled once more at them. "I'm so glad you're here, it'll be fun!" They all entered.

Chapter 11

The large, dimly lit room exuded class. Expensive furnishings, modern erotic art adorned the walls, a large double bed, leather armchairs and a dark leather sofa. A thick sheepskin rug was laid centrally over a crème deep pile carpet. 

The girl clasped their hands and led them slowly inside.

"This is Sarah and Steve" she spoke. The two had their eyes drawn to a floor to ceiling window overlooking the sparkling lights of the town. A tall, dark haired man, smartly suited, stood in front of it, his back to them.

"Please come" he turned slowly, a glass of brandy in his hand. He gave a small smile and held out his hand for his guests to shake. His dark, piercing eyes looked unwavering at them. Good looking, very handsome in a Spanish kind of way. Steve grasped his hand firmly and confidently as he had always been taught to do, looking him in the eye and smiling back. Sarah proffered her hand and he took it to his lips and kissed the back of it gently, his eyes gazing into her face and then over her body.

"Wow, this place is amazing!" Steve said, noticing the man's eyes still consuming Sarah's sexy dress and brown, smooth legs. "But...how did you know our names?"

"Oh, we knew," the girl said "We like to know everyone who comes to our club, and your friend Jane is one of our favourite guests."

"Oh, I see."

"Oh, by the way this is Roberto, my husband, I'm Belinda" They all smiled politely at each other.

Roberto strode over to a drinks cabinet and started to pour them all large glasses of brandy. "So...you like our club?" he murmured as he poured.

"It's yours?"

"Yes, one of our many interests"

"Yeah, it's...it's ...erm...different." Steve stole a look at his girlfriend, noticing her nervously looking around the room.

"I think people like to enjoy themselves here, be themselves, if you can understand"

"Yeah"

"I think you're the kind of people who know how to enjoy themselves" he finished topping their tumblers. "Am I right?"

"Yeah" Steve said nervously.

"Good, good, come and sit down. " He wandered over to the thick leather sofa. His eyes never left Sarah as she moved slowly to perch herself on the end of the double bed. "Put the television on Belinda, let's see how our guests downstairs are getting on." 

Belinda shifted over and pressed a remote. Steve sat back in the deep armchair, noticing just how beautiful Belinda looked in her high heels, and lacy, knee length dress. Her long dark hair cascaded down to the small of her back.

"Didn't you want to take part in the fun and games?" Roberto smiled and gestured towards the screen. A sea of naked skin ebbed and flowed like waves before them. Occasionally a flailing arm or leg would appear, then vanish, consumed, drowned in the gratuitous orgy. Young, old, straight and gay couples, singles. Participants looked on, either in exhaustion and recuperation or simply, they just watched, voyeurs in a real life fantasy. "Did you not like these people, Steven?"

"Yeah, they're fine!" Steve replied, his eyes taking in the writhing bodies before him.

Sarah cut in, "It's just not our thing...I prefer to be more intimate, that's all." She too couldn't take her eyes away from the orgy below. The more the images flashed before her, her anxiety and embarrassment was becoming replaced more with arousal. Her face flushed, her nipples hardened, her clit tingled.

Chapter 12

Steve noticed Belinda glancing over at Roberto who glanced back and sipped his brandy. "Oh, but you like...erm... being physical with each other, don't you, you two? We know, we've heard all about what happened at the club back in town. People tell us these things. People who work for us." 

Belinda winked at Steve, noticing his sudden discomfort. "Oh look, there's Jane!" she pointed at the grainy picture on the screen. Centre of attention as always, being taken by two men, as others looked on, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. She was loving it, lost in the moment, giving herself away to wild lust.

"Fuck she's dirty!" Steve murmured, seeing the girl he was hoping to be screwing later being impaled by two stiff throbbing cocks.

Roberto nodded. "That's what we like about her. Belinda and myself have spent many wonderful nights at her villa" He grinned and arched his eyebrows.

Belinda giggled and continued. "Jane has brought out the best in both of us, if you know what I mean." She tip toed over to Steve's chair and perched on the arm, putting a hand on his shoulder. "When both Roberto and I saw you coming into our club, we both knew that we had to meet you. We find you both incredibly attractive, it would be a waste not to..." she paused and brushed the back of her fingers over Steve's cheek "Erm...see if you would like to spend a bit of time with us here, perhaps be a little more intimate, here, in this room. Does that sound good?"

Steve looked up into Belinda's lusting, questioning eyes, her full lips parting slightly. "Erm... I don't know!" he then glanced at his girlfriend who now had a confused look on her face.

Sarah decided to take over. "Me and Steve have talked about this, we've done some pretty amazing things with each other and with other people." The memory of being fucked by Dave's large tool and the incredible sensation of Jane's tongue flickering over her clit went through her head. "But, I've got to admit, I'm very tempted but I'm a bit frightened."

"Why, Sarah? You know you want to, your boyfriend wants to, we want to...life's too short, we should all enjoy each other. If it turns you on... just let's just do it...lets fuck...!" 

She jumped up from beside Steve and grabbed Sarah's hand. She led her to the window, out of earshot of the men. "You look beautiful Sarah."

"You're gorgeous too Belinda." Butterflies danced in her stomach, she couldn't believe this was happening. "But we've only just met you!"

"It's not about making love Sarah. I make love to my husband, you make love to your boyfriend, but sometimes...sometimes we just like to have a good time with our bodies. Sometimes we like to like to share each other, explore our fantasies... have sex with other people."

Steve looked at Roberto who in turn continued to gaze at Sarah's figure silhouetted in front of the window. "Well, what happens now?"

Roberto replied, not taking his eyes away from Sarah's legs and ass. "Well, we could get turned on by watching those people on the TV or we could make things happen ourselves. I have to compliment you on your girlfriend though Steven. She is absolutely beautiful, beautiful, such a tease. I'm so turned on by her"

"Thank you. Belinda is looking hot too"

"Tell me Steve...Will you fuck her? Fuck my wife for me?"

Steve nearly choked, his erection almost bursting through his trousers. He didn't know what to say. 

Roberto turned to face him and stared. "I'll make you a deal Steven. My wife wants a good time and so do I. I think you and your girlfriend do to?"

"Yeah?"

"Belinda really wants another man tonight. She wants to fuck you Steven."

His heart started hammering away, his mouth was dry. "Yeah?"

"Will you have a good time with us?" He continued to unnervingly look Steve in the eye. "Will you share, share your girlfriend with me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Steven...I want to fuck your girlfriend."

Belinda stroked Sarah's arm then leant in and kissed her warmly on the lips. "Oh my God Sarah, my husband is so excited...he wants you...!" Sarah giggled and put her hand to her mouth "Really Sarah...he wants you. I think your boyfriend is incredibly sexy. I'd like to have sex with him..."

She tried to remain cool but her anxiety was peaking. 

"Uh, OK...what do you want to do...what happens next?"

"This..."

Chapter 13

Belinda reached behind her neck, unclipped her dress and slowly unzipped it revealing a flawless, smooth back. She let the dress fall to the floor. Steve's mouth opened, his heart pounded. He smiled as Belinda turned around to face him, staring sexily at him, reaching to unclip her lacy bra, exposing her small but cute breasts and rock hard brown nipples. She slowly moved towards him wearing only her high heels, thigh high stockings and black panties. "Oh God!" he murmured as Belinda sat down on his knee, leaned in and kissed him, rubbing his chest with one hand, rubbing the bulge in his pants with the other. 

"We're going to have a good time Steven." She pushed her tits towards his amazed face. Her aroused nipples brushed against his lips.

Sarah looked on astonished, speechless, then back out at the lights of the town. Her head told her to run, to get out of this situation, but...but now her body, her pussy ached for sex. She wanted to do this. She was going to give in to temptation. She looked over her shoulder again as Belinda hungrily fished inside her boyfriend's trousers to release his cock. Steve moaned with excited relief as his tool jerked out and Belinda cooed and wrapped her fingers around his fat girth. A brief wave of jealousy crept up on her at the sight of her boyfriend with another woman. But then she caught Roberto's gaze, reflected in the window, lustfully admiring her. She decided that she was going to show Steve just how slutty and how dirty she could be. She was going to fulfil his fantasy. This would be good.

"Fuck this" she thought to herself and grinned, letting her little dress slip unashamedly to the floor. She turned to Roberto with sultry eyes. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "You really are going to fuck me in front of my boyfriend aren't you?"

"Uh huh...do you want me to?"

"Only if you fuck me like a whore!"

She glided her hand slowly, up and along the back of her thigh, parting her legs, cheekily pulling her panties to one side, giving him a glimpse of her drenched folds. His eyes hungrily drifted over her smooth, brown body then he smiled softly at her and without a word pointed at his feet.

His piercing eyes never left hers and she lowered to her knees and seductively crawled the short distance towards him. She reached him and sitting up, straight faced, slowly discarded her bra, letting her wonderful tits bounce into view. 

Roberto groaned in admiration, reached forward and cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs flicking over her erect nipples, making her skin tingle. Boldly, she reached over and began to unzip his pants. Passion began to overtake her; there was no going back now. His hard, insistent cock sprang free, his impressive erection made her grin.

"Mmmmm...it's so thick...so fucking hard!"

She looked up at him from under her eyelashes, hearing a hiss of pleasure as she softly scraped her teeth over his tip, glistening with pre cum. 

She stole a glance at her boyfriend and Belinda on the other chair, noticing how she now had her mouth nuzzled into his neck, stroking his full balls, his hand pushed down the front of her panties, fingers tracing over her hot slit. They were both watching her with half closed eyes. 

Sarah smiled mischieviously, letting her tongue swirl down his length, kissing his hot, cum filled balls.

His fingers of both hands delicately pushed the hair from her face, then he firmly pulled on the back of her head, guiding her, encouraging her to take him. She began to devour his thickness, opening her lips wide, sliding her mouth further down his shaft. The throbbing between her legs became more intense and she moaned, letting her tongue feel the head of his cock vibrate in pleasure. Pushing her further down, he held her head there, cock buried deep into her mouth, nudging her throat, gagging her.




A Long Weekend Pt. 05



Sunday Night

Chapter 1

"I hope you don't mind......." 

They both turned their heads slowly to look at Jane, shaken out of their quiet contemplation. The sun was gradually sinking, casting long shadows. They'd all spent the day in bed, recovering from the night before.

"I've got a couple of friends coming over tonight. I think they'd like to meet you."

"Yeah?" said Steve, taking his eyes away from the setting sun. He sat stretched out on a sunbed by the pool. Both he and Sarah lazily sipped lager from the bottle.

"You OK with that?"

"Yeah"

"You're going tomorrow lunch time, right?"

"Yeah"

"You'll like them, I think........"

Sarah looked at Steve, arched her eyebrows as if to say 'no surprise', but they both went with the flow.

"They've both got the same outlook on life as me and you, if you know what I mean"

"Oh yeah, whys that?"

"Well, they've both helped me out in the past year or two, helped me move in, get to know the area and all that......."

"That's nice"

"Yeah, they've met my........erm..........other needs too. Let's just say that I haven't been alone. We've shared a few nights together. We've shared each other. Just call them friends with benefits - If you know what I mean......."

They both looked at each other incredulously. Jane came around to stand in front of them, smiling.

"Ben and Amy are dying to meet you. Are you up for that? I thought we could end your weekend with a bang." She smirked. "Literally!" They looked up at her, open mouthed, taking in her bubbling face. She seemed so excited.

"Yeah.....erm......why not."



Chapter 2

At eight in the evening, Sarah sat, painting her nails, on the edge of their bed. "I wonder what she meant Ste?"

"I've got an idea....."

"Does she want us to join in?"

"Maybe"

"What if we don't like them?"

"What if we do....?" They both sniggered. "I'm going for a shower before they get here."

She smiled and lay back, sighing, butterflies in her tummy in anticipation of what could happen. "Steve?" she murmured.

"Yeah"

"Jane says that he's big........very big"

"Yeah, right!" said Steve sarcastically "You're getting carried away!"

She laughed "Go and get your shower". Closing her eyes, she dreamed........a familiar tingling building up in her pussy.



Chapter 3

Steve stood under the needles of hot water, his cock becoming slowly stiffer the more he thought about another night of sex. He felt ashamed. He shouldn't be getting this aroused again at the thought of seeing his girlfriend being screwed by another man. But, hey, who was he to complain. Jane was going to be there, possibly another girl. Either way he knew he wanted to fuck Jane tonight. Fuck her into tomorrow. He grasped at his rock hard length, moaned quietly in frustrated anticipation and stepped out of the shower.



Chapter 4

"Oh Christ.......they're here already, hurry up!"

"Bloody Hell Steve, I'm nowhere near ready!" She threw her towel down and parted the slats on the blinds to glance at Jane's friends. 

The girl seemed very attractive with her blonde hair tied back. She was a similar age to her. Sarah noticed her toned body, pert bum and willing smile. Out of the corner of her eye, Jane came rushing over to greet them. The man slowly rose from their black SUV Mercedes. Sarah took a sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck Ste......you've got to see this fella....he's fucking huge!" Steve joined her to peer through the window.

"Jesus, he's like a bodybuilder or something!" 

They both looked on, in awe, as the man came into full view. He must have been over six and a half feet tall, very broad shouldered, but fit, with the look of an athlete. He seemed older, in his late thirties, suited by his black curly hair, square jaw and friendly smile. Jane embraced him. She only came up to his chest height wise. He had to bend down slightly to peck her on the cheek. Sarah smiled and looked at Steve, arching her eyebrows.

Sitting back naked at her dressing table, she reached for her small bag of makeup. Dirty visions flitted around her mind. Would he? Could she? Another mans' cock? She parted her legs, feeling the throbbing become more intense.

Steve pulled up his jeans and reached for a clean t-shirt from their suitcase.

"Ste.......?" she said

"Yeah"

"What would you say if he did come on to me.......would you be jealous?"

"You haven't met him yet!"

"Yeah Ste, but....... what if?" She looked at him in the mirror "It's our last night here........should we do it?"

Steve looked across at his girlfriend. She was obviously getting aroused and ready to party. Her erect, rock hard nipples were a dead giveaway.

"You know I still love you don't you? C,mon Ste, I love you for letting me do things with those other guys. It makes me so fucking excited knowing that you are prepared to share my body and my pussy with other men." She hesitated, seeing if he would react, then she continued.

"You can't say that you haven't been fucking hard when you've watched them screwing me!" She sighed. 

"God Ste.... it makes me cum so hard when you've been with those other girls." Her lips curled into a dirty grin. "It makes you cum so much too!" He grinned back.

"I'll be honest Sar, I think part of me is a bit jealous of seeing other guys with you and unsure of what we're doing........ " He smiled a dirty grin. "But at the same time Sar ......it gets me fucking stiff!" He ran his hand over his balls and the hard ridge pressing in his jeans. They both laughed.

"Oh God Ste, what have we got ourselves into, what have we done?" she murmured and turned to face him "I can't believe what that threesome with Dave on Thursday night has led us into. It's as if now.....now I can't stop thinking about playing with other men's cocks .....watching you fuck that gorgeous thing of yours into other girls. God.....I'd love it if......" She paused "Wouldn't you just love to watch me fucking someone with a really big cock?"

" You've been talking to Jane, haven't you?! "Fuuuuck Sar! I'm so hard right know, you'd better get some clothes on before I do you right here!"

"Ooooh promises, promises! Ok then......later?" Her tummy was in knots now as she smiled and reached back for her eyeliner. How far would she take this? Would Steve be mad if she fucked this fella? He didn't seem overly bothered. That's it, she decided, putting the lipstick to her pursed lips. Tonight she would go for it. She glanced down between her legs at her shaven, excited pussy, noticing the damp patch forming on the cushioned stool.





Chapter 5

"Oh Hi,Steve!" Jane smiled and proudly grabbed his hand. "This is Amy and this is her hubby Ben". Amy shook his hand and then moved forward and pecked him on the cheek.

"Hi Steve" she said, with a big smile and searching eyes. Steve smiled back, impressed at what he saw. 

Ben stepped over and shook his hand. 

"Alright mate"

"Yeah, alright mate, good to see you". Steve looked up into his face. He towered above him, his bulk seeming to block out the light. His massive hand squeezed his in a very firm handshake.

"Jane's told us all about you and ...er..Sarah is it?" Amy said.

"Yeah.......all good I hope!"

"Yeah, don't worry.......we won't tell anyone else what goes on in this little love nest you've got here!" She giggled and looked at him with cheeky twinkle in her eye.

Ben smiled and murmured in a slow, deep voice. "Jane told us to come over. She said you and Sarah would like to meet us and that you might like to share......" He paused briefly, then a broad smile curled up his face. "It's all between friends here!"

"Oh, good, good!" Steve replied, a little bemused. He looked at Jane and shook his head in amazement. Christ, what had she told them? She hadn't told them that Amy and Ben were married. Were they really here for what he had imagined. "Shall we have a drink?"

This was turning out to be a very good night.



Chapter 6

They sat together on the patio around a wooden table. A scented candle tried to ward off the irritating mosquitoes, starting to make a high pitched appearance in the near darkness.

"Where's Sarah?" Jane asked.

"She'll be out in a minute, just ironing some clothes"

"You'll like her, she's beautiful" Jane said pensively to Ben and Amy and then she turned to Steve. "It's a pity you're going home tomorrow. I've enjoyed having you here. It's been a laugh hasn't it?"

"Too right!" Steve chuckled. The table fell into a comfortable, happy silence.

"Here she is!" Jane exclaimed.

"Wow!" said Amy, sitting up and nudging her husband. His eyes lit up, a sly smile curled across his face.

"Hi-ya everyone!" Sarah walked towards them, in her bare feet across the warm patio. Steve looked at her, he definitely knew it now. She had done it on purpose. Tiptoeing, her gorgeous tanned legs on full display under a very short pleated skirt, a tight, plain white shirt, tied just below her breasts showing off her trim, bronzed tummy. Hair tied back into a pony tail, full face of makeup. She was out to make an impression. She was succeeding.

Amy stroked her husband's leg as he gazed unashamedly at the tease that had just walked over. Sarah sat opposite to Ben, crossing her legs, letting her skirt ride up, flashing her tiny white panties suggestively. The top buttons of her shirt were undone, daringly exposing the tops of her pert breasts, her nipples poking upwards sharply, straining against the thin, see- through material. Steve smirked when he could see what she was doing. The effect it was having on Ben was incredible.

He knew, then, their destiny for the night. This wasn't to be an evening of friends gathered around a table, sipping wine, sharing humorous anecdotes, enjoying the last hours of the weekend. No. A few more drinks would lead to more gratuitous flirting, a wandering hand or two, lustful looks, little kisses, lingering fuller ones, clothes being removed, fingers exploring, moans, gasps, sucking, bodies intertwined, pumping, grunting, climaxing......

"Let's have some more drinks" Jane spoke up, diverting their attention. She was trying to relieve the mounting, sexual tension.

"Yeah, we best had!" Steve replied, noticing his girlfriend already casually brushing her bare foot against Ben's shins, gazing at him as if there was no one else there. Amy put her hand on the back of Steve's hand and smiled, catching his anxious look.

"Don't worry" she whispered, "You know why we're here? Why don't we have a good time, me and you, let's just enjoy the night." She leaned over and kissed him sweetly on the lips, taking him by surprise.

"Uh...yeah" he replied, meeting her twinkling, enticing eyes. God this was happening fast!



Chapter 7

"I hope you didn't use all your energy up last night,Steve, I hope there's enough left in the tank for us girls. Jane can't stop talking about you!"

"Huh?" he saw her eyes penetrating into him, a dirty smile on her face.

"It's OK, we know all about the club and what goes on there. It's been a while since me and Ben went. Did you like it?"

"Uh....yeah"

"I bet you and Sarah were in great demand. I've got to admit if Ben and I were there, you'd be first on our list". He smiled smugly and kissed her back.

"Well you've got us alone tonight!" he replied, staring into her eyes. "I'm sure we could sort something out!"

She giggled. "Ooooh Steve, that's naughty!"



Chapter 8

Jane returned with another bottle of red wine. She poured slowly and saw how the two couples had already become more intimate. Amy was stroking the top of Steve's thigh while his fingers played with her blonde hair and back of her neck. Both stared into each other's eyes. Ben sat back coolly in his chair, watching and feeling Sarah's foot pushing, teasingly up his leg onto his thigh. Sarah put her head back, pretending to be hot, dabbing beads of perspiration from her chest, parting her legs, arching her back, pushing her tits towards him.

"Hey you guys.......don't forget me!" Jane murmured. 

She came to sit next to Steve and she too leaned across and kissed him, softly stroking his leg, the tips of her fingers searching for the hardness she knew she would find. "This must be a record!" she laughed "You haven't known each other ten minutes and look at you all!

Ben averted his gaze from Sarah and murmured to Jane. "You know what they call us don't you?"

"No?"

"Fuck Buddies!"

"Sounds like fun!" She winked at him. "I think Sarah and Steve would like that. I'm sure they would want to be our buddies!"

Sarah looked across at her boyfriend, who was enjoying the attention of the two blonde haired girls nuzzling into his neck, their fingers now unashamedly unbuttoning his jeans. He caught her eye and a guilty smile passed between them. 

Casually she looked back at Ben, her face flushed and she bit her bottom lip. "You want to be my fuck buddy then?"

"You're a fucking dirty bitch aren't you?"

"Don't you want me to be?"

"I don't know what you want, but behaving like a slut like this will get you fucked by every man in town". Everyone laughed nervously.

Sarah goaded him. "I've heard some stories about you. They say a man with big hands and big feet............"

"Why don't you find out then?" 

"You dirty bastard!"

"Come here slut!" he rose quickly and grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her swiftly towards him and threw her over his knee, like a rag doll. 

"This is what girls like you deserve!" Sarah squealed.

Her legs waved in the air, hands unable to touch the floor, she looked desperately at her boyfriend and the two girls, a mixture of shock, fear and anticipation on her face. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"What?" He stroked the back of her smooth thighs, his thick hand sliding quickly under her skirt, pushing it up, over her back, leaving her pert bum writhing and bobbing in front of him. "You can't play with me like this and expect to be treated like a nice little lady.....can you?"

"Ohhh God!"

"Slut!"

He hooked his fingers around the elastic of her little panties, tugged hard, ripping them sharply down her thighs, leaving them around her knees, her naked ass quivered before him, exposed and vulnerable.

Thwack! Thwack!

"Oooh!....Ouch! ......Fuck!.....Fuck!" she said in desperate excitement.

Thwack! Thwack!

"You nasty bastar........."

Thwack!

He held her over his lap, her body shaking, bright red handprints where he had slapped her. "Treat me with respect bitch!"

"Yes......Yes......don't smack me anymore........please!" 

Her eyes had welled up with tears but she hadn't felt as turned on in her life. 

"Only a good girl gets to see a real man's cock". He looked over and grinned at Steve. "Sorry mate, no offence!" Steve couldn't help but grin back.

"Ye...Yes...Yes" she whimpered . He pulled her back to her feet, perching her like a puppet on his massive thighs.

"I'm sorry girl, but you've got to give me respect".



Chapter 9

Steve watched gobsmacked. Amy and Jane had both pushed his pants around his ankles, one now caressing his balls, the other jerking slowly on his excited, rigid cock. He sighed and watched them playing with him and then watched his girlfriend become dominated by the big guy sitting across from him. He glanced at Ben, who caught his eye. They both nodded and smirked smugly at each other. 

Ben's wide hand wandered slowly down Sarah's tummy. She watched and gasped as his fingers rubbed firmly over her smooth, wet slit, flicking her excited clit with his thumb. "God, you're so fucking wet" he whispered into her ear.

"God, I know.....oh fuuuuck....fuuuuck" she moaned feeling a finger pressing against her sodden pussy lips, slowly sinking inside her. She reached behind her and brought his lips to hers, breathlessly whispering as his thick fingers caressed her smooth pussy lips. 

"That's it baby.....finger me....finger my cunt....mmmm.....that feels so fucking good. Tell me what a dirty slut I am......tell me.......tell me.......tell me what you're gonna do to me. I want to be your dirty, filthy girl tonight.... tell me how naughty you want me to be.........fuuuck.....uh...uh...."

"Jesus" he replied, whispering into her open, panting mouth. 

"What about your boyfriend?"

Breathlessly, she paused then whispered "Oh God, are you serious, just look at him!" They both stole a quick glance at Steve, locked in a deep, tongue lashing kiss with Ben's wife, Amy, while Jane continued to play with his rock hard prick. 

"I love him you know, but he's can be so gentle with me and sometimes....uhhh fuuuck!" She squealed as she felt Bens finger speeding up. 

"Sometimes I need a man to treat me like the slut I am......besides he likes to watch me being fucked......"

"Suck my finger you dirty bitch!" He whipped his thick finger out of her pussy, making her moan and pushed it into her mouth. "Taste that, taste your juicy fucking pussy".

"Mmmmm, fuck that's good" she licked greedily, tasting her own dripping, sweet wetness from his finger.

"Now, get on your knees slut!"

"Hang on....not so quick!" she stood up, removed the stretched panties from around her knees, unclipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. 

"Look at that pussy Ben, look how smooth it is, how wet it is" She traced her fingers over her the folds of her cunt, coating them in her excitement. "Now you suck these...." 

"Oh God... that's nice" He licked her fingers one by one, gazing into her eyes. "Take off that shirt too.... I want to see those fucking gorgeous tits."

"OK......but you'll have me completely undressed!"

"Take it off!" He demanded. She slowly unbuttoned and untied the shirt, exposing her breasts, her brown hard nipples curving up to him. 

"That's nice......come here!" Ben leaned forward, clutched her pert arse cheeks in his massive hands and pulled her towards him. He kissed her lower tummy, making her gasp, then moved lower until he was kissing her swollen pussy lips, darting his tongue around her incredibly aroused clit, coating his nose and chin in her juice.

"Oh God ....yes...yes...yes" she whimpered. His hands slowly moved over her hips, up her tummy then grasped lightly at her breasts, rolling each nipple between his thumbs and forefingers, feeling them get even harder. 

"Oh fuck, fuck Ben...fuck that's good." He stood slightly, removed his long tongue from her cunt lips and then sucked on her tits, rasping each nipple roughly, leaving them shining, uncomfortably erect. 

She was slowly becoming a quivering wreck. Her tummy was somersaulting, her pussy dripping, her mouth open, gasping with sexual need. She needed to feel him inside her.



Chapter 10

The girls had managed to strip Steve completely naked too. It seemed Jane and her new guests were purposely using them as a pair of fuck toys. He throbbed, his foreskin rolled back, pre-cum glistened on his excited cock. 

The girls teased him. "So.....what does it feel like Steve, knowing that other guys have fucked your girlfriend. Does it turn you on Steve.....seeing her pussy full of other men's cocks.....knowing they're spurting their seed inside her.....their cum dripping out of her?"

He couldn't help it. "I love to see her fucking other men!" He blurted.

"Oh yeah? Just look how hard your dick is Steve! 

"God, you're really getting off on watching her now aren't you? You like seeing your girlfriend cheat on you like this?"

"Yeah.....yeah.....oh Jesus, that's good......toss me....toss me ....please!" Jane smiled, grabbed his twitching erection, leaned over and kissed Amy. 

"I think we need to put on a little show for our fuck buddy here, don't we Amy"

"Uh huh, shall we strip......I haven't had your tongue on my clit in weeks!"

"I want to suck your cute little tits first!"

"Naughty......Naughty!"