69 comments/ 295461 views/ 11 favorites It Was Only A Joke By: taurents It was only intended to be a joke. It all began when my wife and I found that we had a kids free weekend coming up and any parents out there will understand exactly what that means. We decided to make the most of it by having a weekend away, not far, only about forty miles but they say a change is as good as a rest and we'd got a good deal on a flat in one of those busy seaside resorts where there is always something to do. Now it was only a long weekend, Friday afternoon till Monday morning so you might think that packing would be a doddle. It was, for me, a couple of shirts, underwear socks and razor, I could have thrown them in the glove compartment, but for Helen, my wife it was another matter altogether. She packed clothes for morning, clothes for afternoon, clothes for evening, clothes for good weather , clothes for bad weather. She had the largest case we own and it was filled to the brim , with only her stuff, I left her to it and threw my carrier bag on the floor behind the drivers seat and waited. Eventually she appeared "Would you carry my case down?" she asked. I went upstairs and that was when I made my mistake, She hadn't got around to closing the lid, I looked at the pile of clothes most of which she would never wear and it was then I decided to teach her a lesson. Lying right at the top were the bras and panties that she intended to take, I was pleased to see that she had also packed a few suspender belts and an assortment of stockings. The Devil took over, gently I lifted the panties out and replaced them in her drawer, the bras followed. I wasn't stupid enough to do the same with the suspenders and stockings, Hell I know what I like. Quickly I closed and locked the case and carried it down and placed it in the boot of the car and we set off. Half way there, I knew that I shouldn't have done it, there was bound to be a scene, but what the hell, I would take her shopping once we were there and it would be like a bonus for her, she would be over the moon. The flat was on the first floor of an old Edwardian building and the owner issued us with more keys than a prison warder carries. One for the main door, two each for the flat door and keys for each of the internal doors, apparently there had been a spate of break ins so he was ultra careful. The flat itself had been designed for small families, with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, a double bedroom and a tiny box room which had squeezed into it a single bed. The settee in the living room also converted into a bed if required. I was admiring the sea view from the living room , looking forward to a brisk walk on the sea front a little later when I heard the scream. "Dave" She yelled "Where the hell is my underwear" Helen of course was in the bedroom unpacking. I strolled to the open door a laugh on my face ""Just a joke, come on" I said 'I'll take you shopping for some more" The look on her face told me it was not going to be as easy as that. "Do you have any idea how long I spent selecting what I brought with me, the finest, the prettiest, the best quality and you expect to take me to find some supermarket to replace them. Well buster you are in for a hell of a shock. You're really going to suffer for this." She shoved me out of the room and slammed the door in my face. Now I don't know how you handle a situation like this but I find it best to keep a low profile till the heat dies down, so that 's what I did. I resumed my examination of the sea view deciding whether to take her for an Italian or Chinese meal by way of apology. That was when the bedroom door opened. I hadn't expected a thaw as quickly as that and I hadn't been mistaken. Helen appeared carrying my carrier bag , she totally ignored me , instead she walked into the next room to the bedroom, which was the box room I mentioned and tossed the carrier bag in. Then she returned to the bedroom and closed the door. I heard the key turning in the lock. Time to give her some space I decided, well after 17 years of marriage you learn to gauge things don't you. No that's right you never learn to gauge things. I went off for a stroll around the town leaving her to rage or sulk or throw things or whatever suited her. I found a nice Italian restaurant and booked a table for two for 8pm, I picked up a local paper to check out the entertainment and then I found a branch of Marks & Spencer and blushing furiously I bought 3 sets of lingerie for her. Slowly I returned to the flat knowing that by now she would want to make peace and walked in just as she was walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. "To make up " I said handing her the Marks & Spencer carrier bag. She took it, looked inside and walked into the kitchen and tossed the bag and contents down the rubbish chute, looked at me with contempt and walked back to the bedroom and once again locked the door. Now I knew I was in real trouble. I sat on the settee and tried to decide what to do next. After about 30 minutes the bedroom door opened, she emerged looking absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a short flared blue skirt and a black blouse beneath which her unfettered 36b breasts were bouncing about happily. From the hem of her skirt I could see the black lycra indicating the stockings she was wearing, her blonde hair was brushed down over her shoulders and the make up was perfect, not too much, not too little, her favourite perfume wafted through the air. Peace at last I decided. No I was wrong, ignoring me totally she turned and locked the bedroom door, checked her appearance in the mirror and promptly walked out of the flat door. I couldn't believe it. She was going out in the outfit I loved her to wear , her "fuck me now " outfit, without any underwear and she was leaving me behind. I made to go after her and stopped, I looked the same as I had when I drove here , I needed a shave , a bath and to get changed. I looked out of the window, there she was striding purposefully towards the promenade where all the lively pubs and clubs were based, I could see the breeze lift the hem of her skirt a little and I couldn't run after her without looking like some demented dirty old man. I have never in my life bathed, shaved and dressed as quickly as I did that night, it took perhaps fifteen minutes at the most, it was just after 6.30pm when I left the flat, The only keys I could find were the main outer door and the two for the flat itself, she must have had the others. I set off in the direction I had last seen her going in, I turned the last corner, there must have been at least twenty pubs there, all lively and even at this hour all busy. I walked up and down in front of them trying to decide which was most likely to have appealed to her, trying to peer in the windows. There was no sign of her, I began at the first pub and fought my way through the throng of bodies towards the bar, there was no sign of her at all. I tried the next and the next. I didn't see anyone even resembling her. It was now 7pm she had been out for 45 minutes, she must be beginning to soften to me. I went back to the flat just in case she had gone back to forgive me, not a sign and that had wasted another twenty minutes. I rushed back, the place was even busier now. I checked the first three pubs again, just in case I had missed he. At the third the doorman stopped me "Weren't you in here just before and left without buying a drink ". "Yes I 'm looking for someone" "Well this is a business, if you go in you buy a drink" "Yeah OK then, I 'm sorry I will" He let me in. I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the bar and ordered a half of lager. With my "admission fee" in my hand I wandered around the pub as best I could given that it was packed. Not a sign. I drank it down and moved on to the next. I 'm not sure whether the doorman had spoken to his friends at the other bars but they seemed to keep an eye on me so I bought a half at the next pub and the next. It was now 8pm. We should be taking our table at the restaurant now. Taking a gamble I dashed back to the flat, another twenty minutes wasted, it seemed clear that she was now out for the evening. I went back to the street where the pubs were. Queues were now building up outside. I joined one and waited a frustrating ten minutes before I got anywhere near the door. Just as we were being allowed in I saw her. I couldn't mistake the blonde hair and her height and figure " Helen" I shouted as twelve people behind pushed me through the door of the wrong bar. It took a few minutes to turn around and get back out and by then there was no sign of her but at least I knew the direction she was going. There were queues at all of the pubs now, it should be easy to find her . I looked at my watch , it was nearly 9pm. No sign of her in that queue, or that one. I was becoming really frustrated now, would I ever find her. The only places where there weren't any queues were outside the disco's come night clubs which were now open, taking a gamble I went in the first one I came to and paid the £5 admission fee. The place was enormous and , as I quickly discovered was divided into three separate rooms. Each one was already busy, if all the clubs were like this I would never find her. I went into the first room and bought another half, I needed it, the rushing around and fighting my way through crowds had left me hot and dry. I looked around, chart music was blasting out all around the room, the ultra violet lights made it difficult to see anything clearly if you were more than 20 yards away. I strolled around the room as though I always go to clubs like this on my own. It hit me, Helen wouldn't go to a place like this on her own, pubs maybe but not a club so my theory must be wrong and she must still be in one of the pubs. It was as I was leaving that I heard her laugh, after 17 years you can detect your partners laugh, I knew I was right. It came from one of the other rooms where the music was less loud, I made my way to it. This room was clearly designed for the Soul Music fans, The lighting was even dimmer but the room was smaller. I looked around I couldn't spot her but I knew that she was in here somewhere. I bought another drink, turning my back to the bar I looked around. At last I saw her, she was sitting around the far side of the room, her back was to me and she seemed to have a white scarf across her shoulders. I made my way across. I discovered that what I thought was a white scarf was in fact the white sleeved arm of a huge black guy which he had resting around my wife's shoulders. She spotted me, I knew that when she turned to face her companion and kissed him, her mouth open wide and pressed those wonderful, and still unfettered 36b's into his chest. I stared my mouth wide open as the kiss carried on and he pulled her even closer to him. Without breaking the kiss she moved over and sat on his lap facing me, rubbing it in, making me suffer all the more for the trick I had played on her. His free hand moved onto her flat stomach, she didn't object , in fact I could now see her tongue inside his cheek, his hand lifted slightly and his huge hand embraced her right breast through her blouse. Again she made no objection, but I noticed her eyes flicker open for a second to make sure I was still watching. Her hand moved to her blouse just above his hand and flicked a button open. His finger tips felt the flesh suddenly available to him and moved upwards to appreciate it better, and how did my wife react? By flicking open the next button and guiding his hand between the opening which had suddenly appeared. As I watched his huge hand slide between the layers of material to take possession of that perfect orb and stiff nipple I realised that her eyes were wide open and they were watching me intently. I was on fire, horrified at the betrayal I was witnessing and yet a masochistic streak made me watch , almost relishing the pain I was feeling. They continued kissing, I could see his huge hand , stroking caressing, manipulating, squeezing, even moving across to her left breast to do the same there, it was as though he was methodically staking his claim to what had, until now been mine and mine alone. When his free hand moved to her knee I could watch no longer. I turned and walked away unable to watch any more. Almost instantly I regretted it, I made my way to the bar and bought another drink while I planned what to do next. I couldn't just leave, I had to know when she would eventually come to her senses, cautiously I made my way back to where they were sitting. I couldn't believe my eyes. she had turned so that she was sitting more side on than before and the move was clearly to try to conceal the fact that only his elbow now remained outside of her skirt. His fingers must at least be touching if not buried deep inside her warm tender pussy. I dropped my drink and ran out of the club. I raced back to the flat, the place we had looked forward to visiting. The escape from every day pressures of family and work, and sat shaking. If only I hadn't left her underwear behind , I should have known that she wouldn't have seen the funny side of it especially after she had taken so much time deciding what she wanted to take with her. I looked at my watch it was 10.30pm, What time did that place close? I looked at the paper I had bought earlier that day and found the advert. It closed at midnight I read so I had ninety minutes left before she would be back and we would be able to put all of this behind us. So what if she got touched up a bit by a guy in a club, it didn't mean anything , she was just teaching me a lesson. In fact now she realised that I had gone she had probably dumped him and was even now on her way back to me. I left the flat yet again and headed back. I didn't see her on the way so I paid another £5 and went back in. They were on the dance floor now, I say "dance" but there is little Soul music you can dance to and the Aretha Franklin track that was playing just required some slight swaying. That is precisely what they were doing. their bodies pressed tightly together they swayed on one spot their lips glued tightly together. He was bent to reach her but I guessed that his full height must be about 6'3" too big for me to tackle. But of course I wouldn't need to , I looked at the time again, nearly 11pm. In a little over an hour she would be back. I would forgive her of course there was no question of that. I 'd been in the wrong in the first place and she was quite entitled to punish me if it made her feel better, I couldn't bear to watch any longer though. Once again I left the club and walked to the harbour, gazing out at the wild and rugged North Sea I planned in my mind what I would say. I could see the fishing boats on the moonlit horizon. I wondered if the fishermen worried about what their wives were up to while they were out trawling for a living late at night. whether their wives were in clubs like that using their own bait to lure a catch as Helen clearly had. I looked at my watch, to my surprise it was only ten minutes before midnight. I hurried back to the club and found an alley way where I could wait and watch for her leaving. I didn't have long to wait but he was still with her. They stopped to speak for a bit. I waited expecting them to say their good byes and then I could join her. She turned and pointed in the direction of our flat and, putting their arms around each others waist they began walking in that direction. Well I was glad that she had found a gentleman who wanted to see that she got home safely but I really needed to be there before them. I ran along the alley and found myself on a parallel street. I raced in the general direction and came out perhaps a hundred yards ahead of them. I glanced, they were talking as they walked and hadn't seen me so I sprinted all the way back. In the flat I left the light off and watched out for them. At last I saw them strolling across the road to the front door. They passed below my view, I guessed perhaps two minutes to say goodnight and then she would be in the building. I had the time spot on, as I heard the front door slam shut I flicked the light on and sat down in the armchair as though I had been in all night. I heard her opening the two locks at the door and looked up to greet her and found myself looking at the huge black guy she had been with all night. "Sit down Pete" My wife was saying, "Ignore him," She pointed at me "He is in enough trouble and if he doesn't want to be in the spare room when we get home he'll keep his mouth tightly shut" She glared a warning across at me as he took a seat in the middle of the settee. I don't think I could have spoken anyway, I was dumbstruck, especially when she climbed on his knee and began kissing him. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable, by his lack of response. She sat back, "Is he putting you off?" He nodded. she turned to me "Right you go to bed, and I don't want to hear a sound from you until the morning. Go on" Disbelieving I stood and made my way to the bedroom and remembered, it was locked, not wanting to seem stupid I moved to the box room. As I entered it I heard her say "And just to make sure" the door slammed behind me and a key turned in the lock. I was locked in to this, this cell was the only way I could describe it. I wondered what was happening. I held my ear to the wall but that didn't help. the bedroom was between the living room and the box room. I wondered if she would allow him into the big double bed, the way she was behaving it seemed highly likely. I ran my hand over the wall hoping to find a way out. Then it hit me, this was no Edwardian wall, there was no skirting board or dado rail. I felt it and tapped it gently, it was little more than a hardboard partition. With my car key I scratched the surface, it gave way almost at once. I tried to remember the layout in the bedroom , it was difficult as I had only been allowed to see it briefly. I thought that the wardrobe was on the far wall and just a small chest of drawers on the other side of my wall. The bed was in the centre. I climbed onto my single bed and slowly gouged a hole high in the wall. Peering through I found myself looking directly down onto the centre of the big double bed. I made the hole a fraction larger. I could now see the entire bed and a small area around it. I froze, there was a footstep outside the door. I didn't want her to catch me. God knows how she would react to this. I heard a key in a lock but it wasn't to my door, it was hers that was opening, she walked into my view point, she was already topless, and so was he. She sat on the bed and pulled her to him, his waistband was already loose and she yanked his trousers down exposing a huge stiff black cock, her mouth went to work on it eagerly as I stood excited, furious and excited again. Her mouth bobbed up and down more and more rapidly as he leant forward and squeezed her naked breasts. At last he pushed her off him and she stood and untied her skirt revealing her naked pussy. Was this the first time he had seen it I wondered, I knew that he had touched it in the club and probably again in the living room but I had no way of knowing whether he had seen it before. Leaving me no more time to ponder this he turned her so that she was on her knees on the bed , her thighs parted exposing her peach to him in a way he could never have seen in the club. He edged towards her naked vulva and placed the tip of his cock against her, he was huge, not only the length but the girth too, surely he would tear her open with that. Unfearing she wiggled her hips enticingly and the tip slipped inside her. It Was Only A Joke As more and more of the monster penetrated her I heard her groan, it was so clear I may as well have been in the room with them. The groan grew the farther he pushed into her until it turned into a piercing scream, he paused, she looked behind "Don't stop you bastard keep it going I want to feel you deep inside me I want to feel it in my throat". With that he withdrew a little and then plunged hard and deep, she sort of choked for an instant and recovered and settled for loud moaning interspersed with a few oaths and curses. I watched spellbound as, for the next twenty minutes, he pounded his meat into my darling wife's fragrant and delicate pussy, uncaring whether he was causing permanent damage to the inner tissue. Throughout it Helen made sounds as though she was being murdered. Whether he took pity on her or whether he could hold back no longer I was unsure but suddenly Pete groaned and thrust himself deep inside her and was clearly spurting his seed into her. They slowly pulled apart and curled up in each others arms, in a minute or so they were both sleeping soundly. I was less fortunate, I spent most of the night pondering over how our lives had changed so suddenly I did finally drift off to be awoken by Helen shaking me. "Time to get up, make Pete and me a cup of coffee and bring it through." So sleepy was I that her words didn't hit me until the kettle had boiled. Despite myself I carried the tray through the bedroom door which she had left open for me. I was confronted with the sight of my wife on all fours eagerly sucking his cock back to life while he lay contentedly on his back his eyes closed. I set the tray down and quietly watched as her lips stretched taut over his bulbous head and slithered down and around his shaft, her hands cradling his balls. I watched for a good fifteen minutes as she expertly drew him closer and closer to the edge. She seemed to know the right instant for one finger suddenly dived into his ass and he jerked and I saw milky globules escaping her lips despite her efforts to swallow it all. She smiled up at me , making no effort to wipe away the sperm on her chin. "You should have realised that this is the sort of thing which can happen when you expect me to go out without underwear." I said nothing. She continued "Anyway I 'm seeing Pete again tonight and later we are going to have a few friends over for a party so today you can get the flat tidy, buy some coloured bulbs for the lights, some candles, 2 bottles of whiskey., 2 vodka and 24 cans of lager Oh and a few mixers too. " She paused " OK you can go now, nothing more for you to see". I wandered out of the room, ashamed of myself for not standing up to her, and him and yet desperately excited. The party was an interesting idea, perhaps I could get friendly with one of Pete's lady friends and get my own revenge A few minutes later Pete appeared all dressed up. "Be back shortly Man" he said to me "Hey , maybe I should have got your wife to give you a big sloppy kiss back then" He laughed harshly and then he was gone. "Helen" I yelled "We have to talk" "Later, I 'm having a bath before Pete comes back to pick me up" "Pick you up?" "Yes, I told him about your trick with my underwear and he thought that it was terrible. He is driving me to Leeds to buy some new lingerie for me to wear tonight when I go out with him and for the party" She slammed the bathroom door and began running the taps. When she did emerge, she didn't stop to speak to me, just went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Hah I say dressed, she appeared in her tiniest mini skirt, she only needs to nod her head and her panties are on show, only I had left her panties behind, you get the idea? She coupled it with a white halter top, her hard nipples were obvious. Her timing of course was excellent, a horn hooted outside, it was Pete, she dashed downstairs. I watched out of the window as she climbed in to his open top car, kissed him passionately, placed her hand high on his thigh and they were gone, It was like having a defiant teenage daughter with me. Now I 'm sure you are all thinking, he has his own car why not just pack up and go home, teach her a lesson. I thought about it I really did but I love my wife and deep down I knew that it was just that, she was teaching me a lesson, big style. Plus I admit I needed to know just how bad it could get. So. I spent the day as instructed, I went shopping, I tidied the flat, replaced the white bulbs with coloured bulbs, everywhere except the box room , which was obviously going to be mine again tonight. It was after 4pm when they got back, both laden down with parcels. They walked straight into the bedroom, merely shouting for me to fetch Pete a whiskey and her a vodka. Dutifully I brought them through to catch her trying on a sheer red peep hole bra, sheer split crotch panties also in red and a red suspender belt. "What do you think, should I wear this tonight?" "Do I have any say?" I asked She turned to me "No, I was talking to Pete, why should what you think worry me, in future speak when you're spoken to" I recoiled as though she had hit me, I think those words hurt far more than anything else which had happened. As I left the room I heard her say, "No I think I 'I’ll wear the other, it's much naughtier" "Naughtier! What the hell was it, underwear with a flashing red light saying' Whore available here'? I wasn't called back in to the room so I didn't get to see what it was, not until much later. After about 30 minutes they appeared, she was wearing her long coat over whatever she had settled on. I watched out of the window as they drove away, as they did I could see her taking her coat off making it obvious that she had worn it only to prevent me seeing how she was dressed. I could have driven after them, of course I could but it's hard to explain, although I hated the way I was being demeaned, insulted and well yes cuckolded, I also found it incredibly exciting so instead I did what all guys do when they are excited and there are no helpful ladies around. I felt better afterwards. I poured a drink and watched a bit of TV , I didn't win the lottery again, it's becoming a habit that. At about 11.30 I heard the sound of his engine and lots of loud voices including Helen's, she had obviously had a good time. Well I thought, bring on the ladies, time for Dave's revenge. Stupid really, I should have guessed, the friends were two guys equally black and equally as huge as Peter. They strolled in and sprawled all over the furniture. Helen came in last, I stared, she surely hadn't gone out dressed like that! That, was a totally sheer white lace blouse and matching skirt, there was no lining at all, beneath it she wore a quarter cup cream bra over which her nipples were prominent, at the waist she wore string yes string around her waist and a connecting piece between her thighs, instead of concealing her pussy it accentuated it by dividing the fleshy lips where the string cut between. To complete the ensemble she wore a pair of hold up stockings and the most enormous high heels I have seen outside of a fetish magazine. She immediately sat on the lap of one of the new guys , I discovered that he was Lance, Pete's brother, before planting her lips on his she turned to me "What are you standing around for? Get us all a drink" I obliged, when I return Lances huge hand was mauling her tits while Pete and the other guy Jamie watched avidly. She stopped suddenly. "This isn't fair There's only one of me I 'I’ll have to share myself equally , we need music to do it. She stood up in the centre of the room. Pete get your ghetto blaster from the car and a couple of tapes with say twenty songs on, bring them up here" As Pete left the room she turned to me " We don't need you at the minute, sit in the kitchen till we call for you". Now the kitchen was really just an extension of the living room divided from it by a breakfast bar so it wasn't as though I was being banished far away, in fact I think that was her idea to make sure that I could witness everything which was about to happen. Pete returned quickly and set the ghetto blaster up "OK guys" She said "We are going to play pass the parcel, only I am the parcel, each time the music changes I will change laps, when I am on your lap you can kiss me, touch me, grope me, suck my tits, anything, just 2 ground rules , you cannot take more than one item of clothing off me during any one track and no one can fuck me till I 'm totally naked" Her eyes looked at me during the last part. I kept a straight face despite what I was feeling inside. She climbed onto Jamie's lap as the music began, I quickly got the idea that he already knew his way around her body with the way she began squirming almost at once under his touch, her blouse was gone in seconds and his mouth settled on her exposed nipple. The track changed and she moved to Pete who removed her skirt before she had the chance to sit on his lap. He blatantly squeezed her breasts and slid three fingers past the string and deep into her pussy. As the song came to an end she stood, to all intents and purposes naked other than a piece of string. Before moving to Lance she turned to me "We are approaching the best part of the evening, go to my room and bring the double mattress through. You can lay it down here, she indicated a spot in the centre of the room while she sat on Lance's knee. I could hear the music as I struggled with the mattress and tried to imagine the sight I was missing, her bra would be off of course but how many of his fingers would have explored her secret passage. I struggled into the room as the song was finishing, Helen stayed on Lance's knee while watching me lay it out. Once it was in position she stood and walked onto the mattress wearing only the piece of string. I could smell her sex as she passed me. "Now I only have one item to lose before you all take each one of my holes" I blinked at that. " I think that it is only right that as he instigated the course of events which led to us meeting that my husband should remove the final item and then describe to you each what pleasures you can expect from each of my holes. I stared "Come on then strip away my last item protecting my modesty" Reluctantly I placed my fingers on the string around her waist and helped it tumble over her hips and thighs and helped her step free of it. "Now start with my mouth and tell the gentlemen what delights" she looked around "Jamie can expect" I began " Helen has wonderful warm receptive lips, she is able to accept my cock right into her throat, she sucks and licks smoothly and when you do climax she will swallow every drop without hesitation and without gagging" I reported " I 'I’ll vouch for that" Laughed Pete waving an arm in the air "Now my cunt" She usually called it her pussy" Which Lance will enjoy." "Helen's cunt is always wet, it is also unprotected " I blanched, this weekend seemed to make it inevitable that in a few months I could be stepfather to a black baby. Her muscles are exceptional, she can squeeze you as well with her cunt as she can with her hand. "And Pete will want a description of my backside" "Helen's backside is very tight I doubt if you will be able to access it" I replied honestly "Oh yes he will , I have KY Jelly in my bedroom , go and get it." When I returned she was on all fours on the mattress and the guys were all naked standing gazing at her. "Come on then , open me up for him" Said Helen impatiently. Hesitantly I knelt behind her and dipped my finger in the jar. I took a reasonable amount and started applying it to her puckered opening. "Inside too, not just the outside. With the grease my finger slipped easily in, I rotated my finger and applied it to the inner walls. "More and deeper, I need lots , have you seen the size of him?" I glanced across, I saw what she meant, He must have been at least 11 inches long and I wouldn't want to guess his width. I scooped more onto two fingers, with the grease already there my fingers slipped in smoothly . "Do Pete too". I offered him the jar. "No you do it, be polite , Do you want him to think that you don't want him to shove that monster up your wife's ass? Because I know that you do". Flushing I moved across the floor where a grinning Pete was waiting , already stroking his hard tool. I applied some grease around and over him, taking care to keep a film of it between my fingers and his hard flesh. I hadn't realised how much heat is given out by a cock, you don't notice with your own. Satisfied at last Helen gestured for Lance to lie flat on his back on the mattress. I realised that I was about to see at close quarters my wife of 17 years accommodate 3 cocks at one time. Lance's cock was if anything slightly larger than that of Pete, his brother. Undaunted she climbed astride him ." Hold my pussy lips apart for me" was her next instruction to me. I did so and was able to see, inches away my wife’s hot wet pussy slide down over the shaft, taking her time but finally settling so that her pussy lips were resting on his pubic hair, she took the entire length with barely a grunt. Once aboard her first partner she leant forward , once more exposing her anus. "Hold my cheeks apart " she ordered me. Pete moved forward and gently and carefully inserted himself to about half his length, throughout her cheeks flushed, she trembled and she winced from time to time. When he stopped, she felt behind, "You aren't all the way in, don't worry about me just keep pushing I 'I’ll scream if it hurts too much". I was enthralled , Lance waited patiently while his brother and friend joined him inside my wife as Pete pushed again and suddenly his shaft slipped as though having negotiated a tricky turn and he was all the way in. I could see the sweat on both him and Helen. There only remained Jamie, she gestured for him to stand astride Lance, this placed his cock against her lips, she put her hands on his backside and pulled her to him opening her mouth wider and wider, he was perhaps 10 inches long. Helen has a trick when sucking, of sort of resetting her jaw, a bit like a snake does, it's impossible to describe properly but believe me it works, it's a weird sensation to look down and see your pubes nestling against her lips. She did this with him and squealed. I thought she was in pain and then realised the cause of the squeal, she was so ecstatic at being fully impaled by all three at once she was climaxing already, the plunging hadn't begun yet but there was the unmistakable flush on her chest and face, the crazed look in her eyes, the trembling , all clear indications of her orgasm. As the initial throes passed over she began moving, tenderly easing each of her holes up along the shaft they contained and equally slowly back along. Slowly her tempo increased and her partners caught the rhythm. I watched from a distance of inches away watching as each cock thrust into one part or another of her. I could hear the slick movements in her lubricated slits, whether lubricated by saliva, pussy juice or KY Jelly. I gingerly placed a hand low on her stomach. I could feel Lances cock through the flesh, it banged against the palm of my hand and another more distant throb which was Pete's cock working away. To my surprise she didn't thrust me off but guided my hand to her bouncing tit. The rhythm sped up , spurred on by Jamie who seemed to be overcome with the excitement. I watched him carefully and when I could see that he was beyond the point of no return I placed my hand on her neck in time to catch the swallow mechanism start. I was feeling his spunk slipping down my wife's throat. Her reaction sent a message to the others and first Pete then Lance shot their cream sperm deep inside Helen’s exhausted body. As she slowly recovered she murmured "Over 30 inches of cock in one go, just wait till the next girl's coffee morning. " I made a mental note to ask her about that, when she got round to treating me like her husband that is. I studied the swear ridden quartet beside me, each cock lay close to the point each had left her body. Sperm was oozing out of both her pussy and backside and the two driblets merged on her thigh. I wondered whether it was all over now or was she planning a repeat performance. At last she managed to get to her feet " I 'm going for a shower, if anyone wants to join me they are welcome." She looked at me "Not you, time for you to go to bed, I 'I’ll trust you with the key, lock yourself in and don't come out till morning" Sheepishly I accepted the key she offered me and obediently went to the box room. To be honest I was exhausted with having had virtually no sleep the previous night. I lay in my bed listening to the water cascading from the shower head, I wondered if they were all there soaping each other down, or rather soaping Helen down while she did the same to them. I was just glad that she hadn't told me to wash the guys down. Presently the water stopped , I heard her giggle and within a few minutes, the moans, the groans and the shrieks began all over again. I considered unlocking my door and taking a peek but I really was far too tired. When I did wake I was aware of total silence. Hesitantly I unlocked the door and looked out. All four were curled up on the mattress. Her body was coated with dry sperm, clearly she had been the recipient of a spunk bath, I wondered what else might have happened and if I would ever know. I made myself some breakfast and slowly they awoke. The guys seemed in a hurry to go, I found out later that Pete and Lance had to go to London later that day to collect some goods for their business, I didn't like to ask what the nature of their business might be. For the first time since Friday Helen and I found ourselves in each others exclusive company for a reasonable amount of time. I tried to start a reasonable conversation. "This will wait till tomorrow" She insisted " I 'm enjoying myself and if you are really really honest so are you, we didn't expect it to be this way but it is, lets leave the analysing for now and carry on enjoying ourselves." I couldn't argue with her logic and had to accept that she had a point, yes I did get a thrill of seeing how she was capable of behaving, although I hated a lot of it too, still at least she was speaking to me. She went for a bath and then went to bed, thanking me for returning her mattress to her bed while she bathed. She asked me to wake her at 4pm if she wasn't already up. "Oh and if you go out", she added. "Buy some baby oil" I did go out for a stroll on the seafront, a coffee and yes I bought the baby oil. Her bedroom door was unlocked so ,on my return , I went in and woke her gently. "Run the shower for me she asked" and then as she was about to step into it "Lay a big towel on my bed and bring the baby oil and your razor in when I get out of the shower" Of course I guessed what was going to happen next and I was as excited as a teenager on a first date, I was to be allowed to touch my wife intimately, clearly she wanted her pussy shaven and a full body massage, after that I knew from experience what always followed. How right I was and how very wrong. As I expected she lay on her back and instructed me to shave her pubes totally, not leaving a single hair. I enjoyed this, next she lay on her stomach and I commenced a leisurely and stimulating massage, including all cracks and crevices. After twenty minutes she rolled over onto her back and instructed me to continue, beginning at her shoulders I lovingly complied, taking care to include her neck before lowering to her rib cage but carefully avoiding her nipples. Next, to her flat stomach and then carefully avoiding her shaven triangle on to her thighs, her legs and feet before starting back up her thighs with the intention of now paying full attention to her erotic nerve centre. It Was Only A Joke As I came close to my goal, however she rolled back onto her front and spread her legs wide. "Bring me off, put your fingers in me, play with my g-spot." I did I found the raised area and rubbed until I was rewarded with her short sharp gushes, the orgasm I knew she loved experiencing best. Now for my reward. I began to loosen my trousers. "Close the door on your way out, time for me to get ready for this evening" "But I thought Pete and Lance had gone" "They have but plenty more fish at the seaside" she grinned. I couldn't believe it, she was going to look for more guys, I thought that she would be exhausted but there seemed to be no limit to her appetite. She appeared at her bedroom door shortly after 7pm. "How do I look?" She demanded. She was wearing a red flared and lined skirt , the hem was perhaps six inches above her knees. Above the waist she wore a red lace blouse, beneath which I could see a red bra, clearly more of the goods bought by Pete in Leeds. "Very nice " I said "Nice! I'm supposed to look like a slut, it can take hours to get a guy to notice you if you look nice". She went back into her room and studied her reflection in the mirror." it's this skirt, It's too respectable with the lining." she rolled it up beneath her skirt. As she did her stocking tops and suspenders came into view. "You can't go out like that " I objected. "That's the reaction I was wanting, fetch me a knife from the kitchen drawer" She began stripping the skirt from her body, I could see the open crotch panties that she had deemed "not naughty enough" come into view. "You're not serious" I began as I handed her the knife but I was too late "RRRippp" went the lining, she put the skirt back on. I could now see the cut of her panties and the suspender straps though I had to concede two things, one it would show less in the dim lights of a pub and two it gave me an enormous hard on, especially knowing that her pussy was totally exposed because the open crotch but that was undetectable when standing. Her nipples too were covered but I knew that If she moved an arm then one or other or both would pop into view. "Right, I 'm going now, you can follow if you like but you don't know me and I don't know you OK?" " If by any chance I need you I'll let you know, otherwise just watch as much as you like" With that she was gone. I watched until she reached the corner of the street and set off after her. She was certainly attracting plenty of attention and I think that despite her bravado she was feeling a little self conscious as she dived into the first pub she came to, attracting the glances of the two bouncers. They paid me extra attention too and remembering having been pulled by bouncers at a nearby pub on Friday I made my way straight to the bar just as Helen was leaving it with her drink. The lager , of course was off so I had to wait five minutes while they changed the barrel. By the time I was served I had already seen where she had chosen to stand, she was next to a young guy , perhaps 23 years old who was doing his best to score with a girl his age. While I had been waiting to be served it had become obvious that they were not a couple and that while she had been happy to chat to him and even exchange a kiss or two , she wasn't so pleased when his hands began wandering. With drink in hand I watched from the bar. Eventually the young lady had had enough and gathered her nearby friends together and they left the bar. The guy looked around to find Helen's twinkling eyes appraising him, I moved over to the next table along from them as she began talking to him. "Not your night huh?" she asked in a sympathetic voice "You don't know the half of it" "So tell me" she moved to the seat beside him. " I 'm lying low from my mates" "Why " she placed a hand on his knee. "We are all here on a stag weekend, I organised it and we were supposed to get a strippogram, but I've just had a call telling me she has cancelled" "Were you trying to persuade that girl to stand in" " I didn't think of that, good idea, if she had been interested." "How do you know that she wasn't if you didn't ask her?" "She wasn't interested in me, a chat and a flirt perhaps but once she knew that I was going home tomorrow she lost interest" "Girl's her age are like that, if a guy isn't husband material they move on to the next, at least when they are in their r home town, on holiday abroad it's different. So what were you wanting from her" He blushed "Well you know" "You wanted sex" Helen said bluntly "Yes" "So why be embarrassed to say so?" " I don't know, it just seems odd to say it to..." his voice trailed off. To a woman, nearly old enough to be your mother?" "My mother looks nothing like you" " Is she pretty?" "Not really" "Then I'll take that as a compliment" She laughed "So what are we going to do about your dilemma?" "Which one I've got two of them" "The kissogram and sex, don't the two go together? What was the kissogram supposed to do?" "Just go topless , and kiss Phil, the groom" "Is that all? Perhaps you should have asked your friend, she might have been willing" " I can't just ask a strange girl if she'll flash her boobs in front of ten guys" "Can't you? If you had to I'm sure you could find the words" He looked at her "Would you go topless in front of ten guys?" I could tell he was being light hearted. She looked at him "OK then" He gaped "You're joking" "No, I mean it, you can't let your friends down . Where are they anyway?" "A pub farther up the road, like I said I 'm lying low" "So what time was the girl supposed to show up" "Anytime over the weekend, the others wanted to be kept in the dark" "So it doesn't have to be in a pub, it could be at your hotel, or would the night porter disapprove?" "There isn't one we all have a key to the main door, we come and go as we please" "So what time are you all going back there?" " It's Sunday, early closing day, we'll be back by about 11.30" "So you could let me in just before midnight?" "Yes, if you mean it, how do I know you're not just winding me up?" "After a preview are you? OK then." She unbuttoned two of the buttons on her blouse and opened the slits on the bra revealing her nipples. "Wow, But as I said there are ten guys not just one" "Are you saying I wouldn't be brave enough?" "You can't blame me for wondering". "OK, What's the bravest thing a girl that you know has ever done?" " I know a girl who entered a wet T-shirt competition once and another who let her boyfriend finger her under the table in a pub." "So if I did something braver, would you trust me then?" " I suppose so" "Finish your drink and come with me". She led him through the crowd, she had noticed an annexe room at the far end, it was still part of the main room but around the corner and was unused as it was away from the main atmosphere. I followed and as they turned the corner I darted past the doorway while their backs were still to me. She guided him into a seat behind a table. I heard her say " If I suck you and let you shoot into my mouth will you trust me then?" "You wouldn't" the excitement in his voice was obvious. Taking the chair next to his her head bobbed below the table. It didn't take long, the circumstances and his youth along with Helen's oral expertise made sure of that, within two minutes she was back sitting normally "Happy now?" "Definitely" "Right, go and join your friends , act normally and be at the front door of your hotel by 11.55 I'll be there I promise and I won't let you down". As he left she joined me "You heard?" I nodded "And saw" "OK , I need you to do some shopping, there's bound to be a late night grocers or supermarket" She gave me a list of things to buy. We arranged what time and where we would meet and I went off with my shopping list. I was waiting for her with a carrier bag containing spray cream, the edible kind, baby oil, a roll of string and a cucumber. At last she appeared arm in arm with a guy who was looking very pleased with himself. She saw me, I heard her say "There's my husband I'll have to go" She turned and gave him a quick open mouthed kiss and skipped over to me. I saw him scowl as he walked away. "You're late" I whispered "They wont start without me" she laughed taking my arm. To be fair she was only five minutes late. We could see Garry the young guy waiting anxiously. "You leave me here, it'll freak him out if you go in too" "What time should I come back for you?" "Don't I'll get back to the hotel when it's over, don't wait up, you can use my bed" I watched her walk to Garry , she gave him a kiss and they disappeared into the hotel. She told me the story on the way home. I'll tell it in her words. HELEN'S STORY I couldn't believe it when I opened my case and found no underwear. I knew that I had packed it and then when you appeared with that smirk on your face I was really livid. If you had asked me or if I'd chosen to go without underwear that would have been fine but to have the choice made over my head really annoyed me and if I'd gone along with it I would have felt as though I was saying that what you did was OK. Then when you went out and bought new underwear it may seem odd but that was like a red rag to a bull, I felt you had bought it just to shut the silly woman up and you still seemed to think it was a huge joke. When I went out that first night I really expected you to come after me but you didn't. it was as though you didn't care. I walked past all of the pubs deciding what to do now I had stormed out. I walked right up to the harbour but people were looking at me oddly. I wasn't prepared to go back to the flat so walked into the last pub where I wouldn't stand out so much. I bought a drink and found a seat at the back of the bar. there was a black guy staring at me. I didn't know then but it was Pete. I felt uncomfortable so I finished my drink and went to another pub. There was still no sign of you . I was at the bar and a voice said "Can I buy you that drink by way of apology?" I turned, it was the black guy, Pete, "Apology for what?" I asked. "For staring at you, I didn't mean to upset you" He handed the money over and moved away. I found myself saying "Don't go" I know it was a bit forward but it isn't easy being a woman alone in a strange bar and I was touched by his apology. We sat down and I said " So why were you staring?" He looked stunned "You must be used to guy's staring at you, you're beautiful" He paused "And sexy" It's a long time since anyone, including you said that and remember that I was still mad at you, although it would have been a relief if you had walked in. I kissed him on the cheek as a thank you . We got chatting and eventually he asked why I was alone. I told him that we had had a big row and told him why. His eyes widened "You mean that right now you're wearing nothing beneath " He pointed at my skirt "Holy Golomey" I had to laugh at his reaction. "I'm not teasing" I insisted "It's true". "No, I don't believe you" We argued a while and eventually I parted my blouse between the buttons and gave him a quick flash of the flesh at the side of my breast, nothing more. He was amazed "But you must have something .... down there" "Suspender belt, stockings and not another stitch " I laughed, his reaction was really funny. "Can I see?" He asked .He looked me straight into the eyes and something happened, it was like electricity. At last I spoke "I may let you a little later on, we'll see" Inside I was torn. I had a real urge to let him see , I was still angry with you and yet I still wanted you to appear with a genuine apology. He bought me another drink, I think he was hoping to get me so tipsy that I didn't care but I wanted to prove my point while I still had a clear head so as he was walking back towards me I did a Sharon Stone. I very slowly uncrossed and re crossed my legs. I knew that he would be able to see but not in any detail. "Wow " he said when he sat down "it is true" . He asked whether I intended to buy some the next day. I said that I wasn't sure what I was going to do the next day, I had visions of catching a train home alone. "well I would love to drive you to Leeds and buy you anything you would like" He said, he sounded quite sincere. I went to kiss his cheek again but as I did he turned his face and I found myself kissing his lips, his tongue slipped into my mouth and I must be honest I liked it. We had a few more drinks and a few more kisses and there was still no sign of you so when he invited me to that club I accepted. In the club he bought me a drink and we took our seats and it was then that I saw you just as we were kissing. You just stood and watched, you didn't make any attempt to come and stop me. You seemed to be enjoying what you saw. Then I was really torn, I didn't want to carry on kissing him if it turned you on but I did want to kiss him. I decided it was time to go for what I wanted. I decided to make a point so I sat on his lap and when he put his hand on my stomach I made it easy for him, yes I helped him , well you obviously didn't care if another man kissed your wife in front of you. I let him feel my naked breast there in that club with you watching and when I looked you'd gone. so when he put his hand on my leg I just moved position so it wasn't too obvious to others in the club and I let him touch me there. Then you were back, just as his finger was sliding into me, you still just watched so when he pushed deeper inside me I let him. Then you were gone and didn't re appear until we left the club Interruption from me At this point I told her about returning to the club and seeing her dancing Back to Helen Oh you saw that did you, by then I thought that we were bound for the divorce court so I decided to enjoy myself. I had let him bring me off with his fingers and watched as he licked my juices off them, I felt so horny when he did that. He asked me to dance but we couldn't really dance much I just let him throb against me and I wondered how big it was and what it would feel like inside me. When we left I saw you in the alley and at that point I would just have said goodnight and returned to the flat with you but then I thought what the hell and agreed to let him see me back to the flat. I saw you running ahead of us and although you didn't switch the light on the moon showed you watching us so I thought to hell with it and invited him up. I really wasn't sure what I was going to do. When we walked in and you were sitting in the light as though you had been there all night it brought all of my anger back. That's why I sat on his knee and kissed him and still you didn't stop me. It was then that I knew for certain that you were getting turned on by it all and that’s why I sent you to bed like a naughty boy. Once you had gone we carried on kissing and I took my blouse off myself so he could suck my nipples, when he put his fingers inside me I knew that I had to let him go all the way so I took him into the bedroom, I knew that you would be able to hear everything but I just didn't care I had to have him and I was going to. Once in bed I sucked my first black cock, it felt so huge and hot and hard. I would have swallowed but he stopped me and put me on my hands and knees and took me from behind hard and fast, he didn't make love he just fucked me and that was exactly what I wanted him to do. He thrust his stiff cock into my pussy, only at the time it wasn't my pussy, a pussy is something which nice polite ladies have . What I had was a hot greedy cunt. I didn't care that you were in the next room and could hear everything. I was horny as hell . Like most women I have had fantasies, usually of guys in uniform but one was of a black guy bending me to his will and making me do things totally out of character and here I was living out the fantasy. I did feel bad for you but you didn't seem to object as much as I had expected. I wondered if you too had a fantasy of seeing your wife being taken by a guy, perhaps a black guy, I have heard of cuckolds and perhaps you wanted to see how it felt to be one. So I justified myself by believing that not only was I living out my fantasy but yours too. He kept thumping his hips hard into me, filling my tight little hole, stretching me, this is what they mean by a guy taking a woman he filled me so much that I had nowhere to go, he was in total control of me. At last I felt him speed up , slow almost to a stop and then that final hard thrust as he emptied his seed into me. I collapsed face down , not caring about the sticky trail oozing down my thigh. He cuddled me to him and his hand found my soppy cunt, he slipped four fingers inside me and rolled his and my juice around , pressing onto my g-spot . I couldn't believe it I was ready for more, I reached down, sadly he wasn't. I swivelled around on the bed and took his cock into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around it. I could hear his voice, he was telling me about how he would take me to Leeds and select some new clothes for me, sexy ones because he wanted me to meet his brother and his friend the next night. How they would love to meet me and that all three would take me to a club where few white people go, only the selected few are invited, how the three of them would buy my drinks, how they would dance with me, talk to me, caress me, kiss me. His words were so smooth and his cock was growing in my mouth I found myself moaning in agreement , in acceptance. I tried to pull away, explain that I was a married woman, that this no matter how nice was a one off and that tomorrow I would forgive you and would put this night behind me but my mouth wouldn't let go of his cock which now was stiff again. I thought he would pull out and take me again but he just gently pushed his cock in and out of my mouth, sort of fucking it and he carried on in that almost hypnotic voice of his. He told me how proud he would be to introduce me to his friends, how proud to watch their eyes as they took in how beautiful and sexy I was. How proud he would be to see them dancing with me, see them unable to resist stealing a kiss or a caress a whispered proposition. He knew that they would want me and that he hoped that I would not refuse as he wanted them to know how lucky he had been tonight and how it was only fair that when a good thing comes into your life you should share it with those you care for. All the time he was talking his fingers were giving me small orgasms, each one bigger than the last. His cock was like steel and still gently thrusting into my mouth. He said that he hoped that I would not go back on my promise to meet his friends the next night. I hadn't realised I had given my word but as my big climax came I murmured "I'll be there" and he exploded his hot thick semen into my mouth. I woke up long before I woke you and at first I was ashamed of what had happened and then I saw his cock, starting to rise again, I placed my fingers around it and remembered how it had felt to suck it, to have it penetrate me. I wondered whether his friends would be so nice. He woke then and kissed me, as he pulled away he said "My brother and friend will get so excited when I tell them about meeting you tonight." That was it, my good intentions floated away, I reasoned that it was one weekend out of our lives and that you had enjoyed it as much as me. You too would love the same thing but three times over so I would be depriving you as much as me if I changed my mind now. It Was Only A Joke That's why I was so off hand with you , I made sure that they would come back to the flat to fuck me so that you could watch or at least listen as it happened. In Leeds he treated me like a real lady, nothing was too much trouble. He insisted that the clothes I bought should show me off rather than conceal me. He convinced me too. He took me for lunch, that too was wonderful and kept telling me how turned on his friends would be, he asked whether I would consider taking them all at once and by then there was no way I was going to say no. In the evening he took me to a small club. It was really someone's house but two rooms had been made into one to create a dance area. There was a full DJ stand there, the music pounded out, drumming into my soul . He introduced me to Lance and Jamie, I fancied them both. He whispered in my ear “Will you accept us all into you later on?" I blushed but said "Oh yes, I've even decided who will go where." Lance came up Pete took my hand and said brother take my woman, make her happy and return her to me". He handed my hand to Lance who led me away. He only took me to the dance floor but Pete's words were so erotic, so full of hidden meaning. We danced close together, I could feel his cock through his jeans, I kept imagining how it would look, feel, taste so when he kissed me my mouth opened at once. When he led me back to Pete he was smiling broadly, "You made me so happy watching you kissing my brother accepting him, now I want you to meet Jamie my friend" The same thing happened on the dance floor and then I knew with certainty that there was no backing out. In the car back to the flat I sat between Lance and Jamie in the back seat. Pete insisted. They kissed my neck and ran their hands over my body but not into me. I stroked both their cocks through their jeans so when we arrived I was more than ready to be had by all three. I knew it might be awkward at first continuing the kissing and touching and I wanted you to see it happening, I knew by now it would excite you, that's why I devised the game. It worked a treat too and you got to play with my tits while they were all inside me. That put the icing on the cake you being involved, sort of giving me your blessing to what was happening and had already happened. I sent you to bed afterwards because I couldn't see how you could fit in to the next stage, I could see you were tired too and knew you would be able to hear anything else that happened , there wasn't really much more happened anyway, you had seen the best bit. After you went to bed we all squeezed into the shower together and they all rubbed soap all over me then back on the mattress they leapt on me and tickled me, I began stroking two and sucking one and changing around and then I asked them to wank over me, I wanted to see the squirts raining down onto my body and of course they obliged, then we slept. Next day they went and really I wanted to delay a post mortem till we were at least headed home and anyway I had been disgraceful all weekend I thought that another night wouldn't hurt. It was purely luck that I met Garry, now I'd better tell you about the kissogram. First of all you saw and heard everything that happened when I first met him. Then I sent you shopping while I went for another drink. The guy you saw me leaving the pub was nothing really, he bought me a couple of drinks and we had a kiss and a cuddle and I let him feel my breasts in a dark corner of the bar but that was all. I was saving myself for Garry and his friends. When I went into the hotel to meet Garry I was feeling a bit nervous but not as much as him. I asked him to describe his friend Phil the guy in whose honour the kissogram was. He told me a little about him. Next I asked him to describe the room to me. "OK I said, you go into the room and close the door, without him hearing arrange for your pals to grab him, strip him naked and tie him to the legs of the table and the bed. From Garry's description of the room I knew that he could stretch out between the two. Blindfold; him till I tell you to take the blindfold off. I'll wait here till you open the door" I waited , I could hear the music and a lot of shouting, then it went quiet and suddenly there was a scuffle, my heart was pounding, my curtain call was going to be any second. The door opened, Garry stood there with a broad grin on his face, behind him I could see this naked body, his cock was soft, he was twisting and pulling and swearing as bad as anything I have heard. I walked into the room silently and stood over his head. I indicated that Garry should release the blindfold. Phil was still swearing until he realised that he had a view straight up my skirt. I hadn't parted my legs enough to open the gusset but I slowly squatted down and I could feel the material parting so that my naked and shaven pussy was just six inches above his head. He stopped swearing then, He just looked and breathed heavily, I glanced behind , his cock was starting to stand straight. I backed down and started to hover my pussy over it, he strained up to me but I wasn't going to make it that easy, I lowered my breasts to his eyes and rubbed them in his face, flicking my blouse buttons loose as I did. I let a nipple pop out of my bra and shoved it between his lips. So far his pals hadn't really seen anything of me, it had all been for his eyes only. I stood up and walked around them, still fully dressed , my blouse was open but it hand down over my breasts. I walked over to Garry and gave him a French kiss, when he tried to touch me I knocked him away and moved onto the next. I did the same with the next and while poor naked Phil watched from the floor I kissed each of his friends. I then walked back to Phil and took my blouse off and dropped it onto his stiff cock, it looked like a tent. Then I stood over his face again and dropped my skirt so only his face showed through the waist band. I lay down on top of him , my blouse protecting him from slipping inside me. I pressed my breasts into him, I kissed him passionately, sliding my tongue into his mouth and rolled side to side on him so that he could feel the pressure of each breast against him. Still kissing him I reached behind and untied the clasp and tossed the bra to one side, letting him feel my naked breasts and nipples on his naked body. Next I moved down his body making sure only my nipples were in contact with him. I swivelled around so that my pussy was over his face again and began licking his shaft. I could feel his tongue trying to get to me but managed to keep my hips just high enough to prevent him getting more than the briefest of tastes. By now the other guys were really cheering and 3 of them had their cocks out. I turned again and kneeling above his face began lowering my panties, when they reached my hips I sat on his chest and raised my legs high so that he was the first to see my naked pussy. I lowered my legs either side of his face and let him lick my naked cunt a while. The guy was pretty young , probably only twenty so I asked if anyone had a condom, see I'm getting sensible now, Garry had , I peeled it and slipped it over his cock and slid over it , he took perhaps thirty seconds poor guy. He was finished but the others all wanted me too. I asked how many condoms they had between them. Nine guys had only six condoms between them, were they never in the boy scouts? Anyway I was more worried about getting out of the room if I didn't relieve them than from letting them all get have me in one way or another, I knew it was my last night like this and back to normality the next day but I'll talk to you about that in a minute. I agreed to fuck the guys with condoms and suck the others , it wasn't a very big room so the others would just have to watch while they waited. I said Garry should go first as he had organised it and they all applauded. I climbed on the bed and watched as he stripped off, all of the other guys did the same. I was surrounded by ten young healthy male bodies each aged between twenty and twenty nine, I was in heaven. I asked him what position he wanted me , he had no idea so I turned on my side and told him to lie behind me , he did so and I reached between my legs and guided him in to me. The guys were crowded around us , one of the guys was one without a condom so I told him to kneel on the bed in front of me. As Garry began thrusting into my pussy I took the other guy in my mouth and let Garry's thrusts push me along the other guys cock. The one I was sucking came first and Garry soon after. The next one was more ambitious he wanted me doggy style so I obliged spreading my thighs wide flashing everything to the waiting guys until he took up position He rammed hard into me, my head fell forward, he kept on thrusting till he had come, I was glad when he did, he was no fun. I grabbed another lads who needed sucking and rolled him into the 69 position, he wasn't much good at licking pussy but he did enough to make me feel better after the "wham bam thank you mam" guy. He came within about two minutes, I have no idea why women go for toy boys , they aren't much good. two guys came while watching so that meant that the other guy who was going to get sucked got to fuck me instead but really apart from the situation it was all a bit boring. I got back to the hotel about 4 as you know, anyway I want to talk to you about this weekend, the only bit of it I regret is how I have been with you. Back home I intend to be Mrs Respectable again but I know that now I have tasted other guys I will want more so let's go away say three times a year I promise that in future I won't be nasty to you but why don't we take Sue with us, she is broad minded and will ignore what I do and she can keep you company , I know you've always fancied her. You never know you may get lucky. Back To Me She may never know but I certainly did, but that's another story.