20 comments/ 65866 views/ 6 favorites Colours, Contrasts and Conundrums By: arghjac Authors note: Like most erotic stories mine are a mixture of fact and fantasy. My main character, you could say my heroine, is based wholly on my beautiful and sexy wife Susan. As a writer I hate stereotypes but I don't apologise for the fact that Susan really does have 34DD tits, with large coral coloured nipples, as her photographs and good brassieres both support. She may no longer be in her twenties, thirties or even forties but she is in great shape and many women would sell their souls to look like her and be her age. She is highly intelligent being educated to Doctoral level but she has an earthiness that allows sex to be fun and will willingly play the slut, pose naked or role play our various fantasies. Virtually everything else in my stories is just fantasy. I welcome constructive feedback and hope to reply to every sensible message but all readers please be warned, these stories contain highly explicit sex. If this might offend you please do not read further. Lastly, I don't apologise for my particular sort of fantasy but I by no means wish to denigrate women or, other people with sexual proclivities that are different to ours. For those that wish to continue reading, we both hope you enjoy. Colour, contrast and conundrum, a short story by Jacques Boncoeur It's strange the things you remember after what for me was a cataclysmic event. I was sitting in the hotel lounge pondering on the conversation I has just had with Susan my lovely wife and all I could think of was the colour of the wrap over dress that she had bought the week before Christmas. Some years ago I had taken a life drawing and painting course to ease stress and whilst examining my efforts at the culmination of three hours work, our instructor moved me around the class to look at the other more experienced students work. It was apparent from the first that I had missed, but was about to learn, that skin is not pink, yellow, black or whatever but is made up of a kaleidoscope of colour. Susan's dress had made a similar impact upon me. I would have called it deep almost iridescent blue; Susan though, thought Sea Green was more apt. Yet, it wasn't the colour alone that stunned but the interaction with her skin and the hues it produced, almost reflections. Other aspects of the dress are equally as important to my story as the colour but if it hadn't been for that implant in my mind, I'm not sure that what ultimately occurred would have happened at all. The material shimmered and the garment although a simple wrap around style was obviously well tailored, and I was later to find out, expensive. My name is Jacques. There may be a French connection but I am a Scot that has lived his years mainly in the South East of England. I personally think that I'm keeping rather well and other than the effects of a nasty injury a couple of years ago and some attached arthritis; I'm fit and healthy and have a head of hair and an attitude to life that is the envy to all that know me. I met Susan seventeen years ago after both of us had been through the wringer of failed first marriages. Susan could honestly be taken for early thirties; the years have really treated her well. Having studied the genre of erotic writing it always hurts me to have to conform to the common stereotype of big busted heroines but Susan is also blessed with a 34 DD bust that hangs delightfully on that '36 year old frame'. The colour and shimmer of that dress imparted such a translucent effect upon her skin that even if she had been standing naked she could not have looked more stunning. I was mesmerised. We had been staying in the Normandy port town of Honfleur for four delightfully sharp, bright and frosty days and on our second day she had left me resting in our hotel room, and preparing for a night on the town. She returned as the last shafts of bright sunlight pierced through our bedroom window, further enhancing the effect as she modelled her purchases but especially the blue dress. Usually I like to get her undressed as soon as possible and play with her beautiful body but the dress had the opposite effect on me and I ordered her to keep it on as I pulled it open, pushed her back upon the bed, pulled her knickers aside and entered her very wet cunt. One of the benefits of age combined with fitness is that premature ejaculation is not a problem and even in my heightened state it was five minutes of frenzied thrusting from both of us before I unloaded myself deep inside a cunt that was sloppy with her orgasmic juices well before my inundation arrived. I flopped down beside her and revelled in the stunning colour of the light that seemed to radiate from her loosely draped body and the resulting glow that filled the room. I must apologise to the reader for what might be considered as overdoing the explanation of the events that occurred but I'm still trying to find some understanding in my own mind, even a week hence. This in someway explains my stories title, as even though colour is important it doesn't even come close to understanding how and why things happened as they did. So explain, I must. I hope that by now most readers will have cottoned on that we are no longer in the first flush of youth but neither are we quite ready to purchase Zimmer frames and to enrol at help the aged. We not only love each other but we love and adore sex. We make love only occasionally but we fuck a lot. It has amazed me ever since we became an item how liberated Susan is behind our closed doors. She has willingly allowed me my hearts desire in using her body. I have fucked her cunt, mouth and ass. We have acted out fantasies with role play and even done our best to film it, each playing multiple roles. I have taken thousands of photographs of her in every kind of sexual situation inside and outside and have even displayed them discretely on internet sites. I have fisted her, thrust dildoes and butt plugs inside her. She has had a piercing, been tied up, and playfully whipped. She loves my stories and is a full participant in everything we do. She really adores being the centre of my attention but we have never opened our lives to others and outside of our 'closed doors', she is the proverbial professional. If I told her sister what she was really like, I wouldn't be believed. Here is the first of my contrasts. Although this story like many of my former will probably be classed in the 'slut wife' category, Susan is as far away from being a slut as any person I know. I must also emphasise that I am no limp wristed cuckold; eating the occasional cream pie, when allowed and cleaning off my dominant wife's lovers' dicks. That is simply not me. Neither have I tried to be particularly dominant. I haven't needed to, as Susan simply loves everything we do. Nevertheless, Susan never breaks from her shell whilst we are in company and it really irks me that I'm not allowed to display her sexually. Which, as it happened provided the fulcrum point for what turned into the most extraordinary tale of our lives. We returned to England on the Sunday evening, the day before Christmas Eve and had a very enjoyable time with Susan's grown up children on Christmas and Boxing Day. We had made plans to spend Hogmanay in an exclusive hotel we had found the previous year in the Trossachs, a beautiful Lakeland but hilly area North East of Glasgow. We had flown to Edinburgh and hired a car, to allow us more flexibility of movement. As it turned out the transport remained hardly used as the weather turned very rainy and cold and visibility was poor, anyway other things were due to take up our time. The New Year festivities had begun at about 8pm with a champagne reception and a dinner dance was to follow that would culminate in the early hours of the morning. By the time that dinner was over virtually all of the guests were in a very merry mood. A good estimate of the people attending the dance would be 200, amongst which were a rugby club that had made arrangements to play a number of games over the week following the celebrations, including a game the next afternoon. It beggars belief but this team had left their loved ones at home and had come away alone. What is even harder to believe is that any of them would be able to stand, let alone play the next day, as by 11pm most of them had trouble moving around the dance floor. Susan and I love to dance and after dinner we consumed only water for the rest of the evening. Consequently, by midnight we were basically sober. Midnight at Hogmanay in Scotland in not for the mean spirited and after a long and deep kiss as the clock struck twelve my lovely lady was whisked away from me and was not to return for a quarter of an hour. When she did it was quiet obvious that my fellow revellers had made the most of the occasion. Her usually carefully applied lipstick and makeup was smeared all over her face and as she begged me to take her back to our suite she explained that she had been practically raped out on the dance floor. Whilst one man was kissing her others were feeling her tits, which had been bared as her strapless dress and bra had been pulled down. Her long flowing dress had been pulled up to her waist and her panties pulled off and for minutes she had been fingered in her cunt and ass. I was worried as I was unsure whether she was still in shock as she seemed to not only accept what had happened but was almost thrilled by it. This became apparent when I helped her out of her dress, as her cunt lips bulged open and her juices were running down her legs. 'My God it looks as though you've been fucked!' I said, and it did. Her lips were swollen and strings of mucus dangled from them much like the first strands of silk from a spider's web. 'If I hadn't escaped when I did I'm sure I would have been. They virtually ripped my knickers off and I wouldn't mind betting I had ten fingers fucking into me. Trouble is I came and if it weren't for the fingers in my cunt and bum, I think I would have collapsed. That brought me to my senses as they started to carry me up to one of their rooms. Fun is fun but I wasn't about to lose out on a night of dancing just to allow a scrum of drunken rugby louts to have their wicked way with me. Come on, help me get mopped up and let's get back to the party?' To say that I wasn't astounded by the way she just accepted what had happened, is an understatement, I was flabbergasted. I wet a flannel and wiped her down and with a tissue tried to stem the flow of juices from her overexcited cunt but to no avail, as soon as I had finished wiping, it just began to run from her. I pushed her back onto the bed and with both hands opened her lips wide. I licked upwards along her wet slit. Her clitoris was already hard and exposed from its protective hood and I sucked gently upon it. She immediately began to orgasm and clenched her legs together trapping my head between them. I would have drowned if I hadn't begun to drink the juices that were pouring from her cunt. In the next ten minutes she climaxed at least twice more and finally the stream of liquid pouring from her began to slow. Even so it seemed silly for her to put knickers on as they would have been sopping in seconds and I feared they were likely to become trophies to her young admirers. This was yet another consideration, as Susan likes silk and lace and her panties are not cheap. One pair lost a night was enough! Once again respectable, we returned to the dance. In the next hour I managed to dance with Susan a few times but mainly she was whisked away by the young rugby studs. I had danced with the more staid wives of the local gentry but at about 1.30am a breathless Susan came to me. 'I'm not sure what are more sore, my tits and ass from being mauled, or my feet from being trampled on. From now on I'm only dancing with you and Alec.' Alec was the coaching director for the rugby team and looked as though he knew his way around a dance floor. For the next couple of hours the two of us danced Susan to a standstill and approaching 3.30am we all returned exhausted to our respective rooms. Now if the previous evenings exploits were a trifle unbelievable, the next morning was pure fantasy. We were up and had breakfasted before 10am. Champagne and Bloody Mary's as the hair of the dog. Susan, as prim and proper as if the previous night had never happened and nothing was mentioned. Needless to say the rugby team did not appear, having apparently only left the bar two hours previously. Alec breakfasted with us but was sensitive enough not to make mention of the previous nights excesses, especially as I expected that he may well have gone to bed with the scent of Susan's juices on his fingers. Those amongst you might know that the Scots hold the Hogmanay holiday with reverence and both the 1st and 2nd January are public holidays. Nevertheless, the hotel had arranged a coach to go into Glasgow to visit the sales. Even in the cradle of Hogmanay the lure of the cash register rules. Now, I was shopped out but Susan has much greater reserves of shopping stamina and her's had been one of the first names on the list of people wanting to go. I saw her onto the coach and waved her away safe in the knowledge that in four hours she would return invigorated and that I would be considerable poorer. I had arranged to meet with Alec in the bar for a drink before lunch and walked down by the loch trying to recount in my mind the things that had happened the night before and why deep inside I felt so disappointed that the vibrant and exciting Susan had once again reverted to my prim and proper wife. I pondered on this during a bracing walk and returned to the bar to find Alec deep in conversation with another man about my age. I was introduced to Chris who turned out to be the Owner of the hotel. I had seen glimpses of him the evening before but we had not been formally introduced. 'We were talking about your stunning wife and what good fun she is' said Chris. I don't know why, as I hardly knew either of these two men but suddenly all of my fears and frustrations erupted and I said, 'I'm afraid the butterfly you saw last night rarely comes out of its chrysalis and it is very unlikely that any of us will see it again on this trip.' I explained about our previous lives and how hard we found it to let go of a lifetime of constraints, even when we recognised that they were either self imposed on brought about by our upbringing. I even explained how liberated we were behind the privacy of our own doors. We had lunch together and after we were sitting having coffee and a wee dram in one of the alcoves that led away from the main bar. Suddenly Chris began talking. 'I know it's none of my business but I would offer some advice that can do you no harm. I don't know where you take it from here but I have been married four times and I think I know about women. Most of them are so bound up by convention and what others, particularly family, may think of them; they have little chance of ever realising what real freedom is. They can't release the hold they have on their sexuality because if they did they would brand themselves as a slut and fear they would be condemned by those they hold as important. Yet if the decision is taken out of their hands some, not all, submit willingly and find real happiness in that release. I think Susan might be one of these women. Think about what you have told us of how she reacted last night? Some women would have cried rape or at least after escaping would have never returned to the dance for more of the same. Susan didn't do that, why? I think it was because she was not in control and therefore not responsible for what was happening to her. You seem to have little to lose other than a curt response, why don't you order her to do something outrageous and see what happens? The subject was dropped but Chris's words were burned upon my brain. As we were finishing our coffee the coach returned and minutes later Susan dropped into the large sofa seat next to me carrying a small store bag. I introduced her to Chris and she remembered dancing with him the night before. I'm not sure if I detected a blush but to cover anyone's embarrassment I said, 'My goodness you've never returned from a shopping trip with so little, are you ill?' 'Don't worry I'm not ill and you're very much poorer!' She laughed opening the bag so that only I could see the contents. Inside was a selection of lingerie wrapped in tissue paper. 'Take them out and show them to our friends,' I commanded. 'I can't do that,' she whispered in my ear. 'I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. I want you to show my friends what you have bought and explain to them how it will look and what you will feel when you wear it.' I didn't shout or whisper but I spoke in a command even though inside I was shaking, so that there was no doubt about what I expected and all four of us understood the consequences. For a second she hesitated and coloured perceptively. Then suddenly she reached into the bag and brought out a delicate ivory coloured, sheer bra. She held it up so that we could all see and she said in a whispered but clear voice, 'the bra is underwired as my breasts are big and need the support but the cups are really sheer, though soft and feel wonderful against my skin. When I wear it you can see my nipples through the material. When my nipples are erect and hard like now, you will see their shape, their hardness and gentle rubbing will cause a friction and even this can bring me to the edge of orgasm.' At these words I think the blood had drained from the faces of the three men around the table and now resided in three very hard cocks. This could easily be seen by the uncomfortable movements of all of us trying to find a position that wasn't painful. I'm sure none of this went un-noticed by Susan who, passing the bra to me again rummaged into the bag and brought out a pair of matching panties. 'These panties are ridiculously expensive and are really only worn if Jacques wants me to feel sexy and is photographing me. He really likes me to go without anything but you can see that they are virtually see through. You will be able to see my small strip of hair above my opening. If I was wearing them now you would see that my cunt is very open and they would be soaked, as I am very wet.' She once again delved into the bag a brought out a matching suspender belt and stockings. 'Jacques really likes me in stockings and hates tights, so I only wear them for work. Again these stocking are very expensive. Jacques thinks they make my legs seem longer and the suspenders frame my cunt when he takes my knickers off. They all feel delicious against my skin.' She had handed each of her purchases to me as she had finished describing them and I had passed them across to the others who examined them whilst never taking their eyes from Susan's slightly bowed head. I collected them and handed them to her. 'Please take these to our suite and change into them, find your blue wrap around dress and put it on over them and come back here.' I spoke quietly and kindly but as a command. She did not look at me as she placed the items into the bag, got up and left the alcove. 'My God,' Alec gasped as Susan left the bar. 'That was just about the most exciting thing I've ever witnessed. I can't believe that you did that and she went along with it. Do you think she will do what you commanded?' Chris jumped in, 'I think you'll find that as all the complications of choice have been taken from her she is now free to do whatever you ask. In a sense she is compelled to do as you ask but I think she will later find a freedom to be the slut that is inside every hot blooded woman. My only question is how far you intend to go?' 'I don't know. This is virgin territory to me. I'm not even sure how far I want her to go but what I do know is that I need a drink, I'm shaking like a leaf.' Colours, Contrasts and Conundrums When the drinks were brought we hastily talked about my plans. I wanted to have Susan model her underwear to us three but I knew that if this was a public display she might be tempted to refuse. Chris told us that he had a large comfortable sitting room at the rear of the hotel that was private and that when Susan returned we should move into there. We agreed and he left to make ready for as all and to clear a space for us to sit and Susan to model. A few minutes after Chris had left, Susan reappeared wearing the blue dress. She looked stunning and once again I was staggered to see how the colour enhanced the hues of her skin tones. She sat demurely next to me and I passed her the drink that Alec had bought for her. I explained that we were moving into Chris's private rooms in order to have some privacy, as I wanted her to model her underwear for us. She accepted this without comment and when Chris returned she clasped my hand as we were led out of the bar and into his private accommodation. In fact there was little to choose between the room he led us to and the lounge we had just left, except for the lack of public gaze. He had arranged three large and comfortable easy chairs in a u-shape leaving the centre of the room free of clutter. The afternoon sun low in the sky still filled the centre of the room with a milky light suffused with its dying rays. Each of the chairs had a table upon which we could put our drinks. Alec and Chris took the two outside seats leaving me centre stage. I led Susan into the centre of the floor and instructed her to sit on the rich red carpet. I would have thought that the deep blue of Susan's dress, the matching shoes and the shimmering ivory of her stockings would have contrasted badly with the rich redness of the carpet but I would have been wrong. She sat there looking vulnerable but regal and sure of her elegant beauty. After we had settled I spoke in a quiet voice, trying to keep the tremors that were invading my tummy from being apparent. 'Stand up and open your dress. Don't take it off but hold it open wide. Move so that each of us can see you.' She elegantly stood up and untied the strap that held the garment closed and looking at me she opened it wide displaying herself to me. I noticed the colour of her nipples that could be clearly seen through the gossamer fabric, although they were obviously hard, as she was excited, they were still a light coral pink. Her eyes were glued to mine and I recognised that she was trying to imagine that the others weren't there. This was not what I wanted and I realised that she had another barrier that had to be broken. 'I want you to stand in front of Alec and looking in his eyes tell him how you feel about him looking at you and how your body is responding.' Hesitating only for a second she broke eye contact with me and still holding the dress open she walked up to and between Alec's legs. She looked into his eyes and then in a quiet voice she said, 'I'm very nervous, only a few men have ever seen me dressed like this but I'm also very excited. I could never do this normally but my husband has demanded that I show you my body and I like you looking at me. My nipples are erect and I know that you can see them easily through the material of my bra. My cunt is very wet and if my husband will allow you to touch me, you will find the gusset to my knickers is saturated already.' Alec looked over at me. I nodded and Alec reached forward and ran his forefinger along the gusset of Susan's panties as she had moved her legs apart giving him entry. She seemed to shiver and I realised that she was near to orgasm. 'I don't want you to come until I tell you. Do you understand?' She broke eye contact with Alec and turned towards me. 'I understand and will try my love,' she said quietly with head slightly bowed. 'Now do the same for Chris.' She moved past me and towards him and stood between his legs and with her legs parted she repeated word for word what she had said to Alec. When she asked permission for him to touch her, I nodded but instead of the slight touch Alec had administered, Chris rubbed her along her whole slit from back to front finishing with a stroke to her clitoris, which was now clearly visible through the sodden gossamer cloth. A shudder went through her body and I thought her about to cum but she clenched her fists and somehow fought the climax down. After she had steadied herself I said, 'Go into the bedroom opposite and remove your bra, replace your dress. Do not attempt to touch, clean yourself or climax. Then return here.' The time it took her to remove the bra and return allowed us three men to rearrange our erections. I know my heart was thumping so hard I thought it was going to burst and Alec looked close to a heart attack. When Susan returned she stood in front of me with her head bowed. 'Open the dress and let us look at your breasts.' I turned to the men and said, 'look how the colour of the dress causes the texture of the flesh to alter as the light strikes the tit. Do you remember how pink her nipples looked through her bra, now look at the blood red colour' I turned to Susan, 'Go first to Chris and offer him your right tit. Tell him how you like it to be played with and sucked and ask him to suckle you.' This time without hesitation she moved toward Chris and straddling his leg she offered him her right tit, almost holding it out to him as a gift. 'My nipples are very sensitive but I like them squeezed and pinched hard, also my breast, I like them squeezed hard as you suck and nibble on the nipple.' Chris needed no further invitation and soon her tit began to redden with pinch and squeeze marks. Susan was clenching her fists and I knew it was not from any pain but from the effort to hold her orgasm at bay. I could also see that Alec was straining at the leash waiting for his turn. It was at this point that I knew that she would go as far as I wished with our game and all of us recognised that this would be all the way. I think Chris was upset and Alec relieved when I instructed her to render him the same service, as any reticence he had show earlier was absent as he squeezed and sucked on her delectable breasts. I know that Alec had not had his fill and if it were possible which thankfully it wasn't, I'm sure he would have sucked any milk available from her breast. Even though the sight was almost as erotic as the action, I sensed I needed to move along. 'I want you to go to the bedroom and remove your knickers again keeping your dress on but first I want you put your finger into your cunt and give each of us a taste of your juices. Be careful not to touch your clitoris, I don't want you to come.' Susan knelt before me and using her right hand she delved into the rear of her panties over her buttocks and covering her fingers in her juices she placed them in my mouth and allowed me to lick them clean. She tasted wonderful and soon both Alec and Chris had enjoyed the nectar. In only seconds Susan had returned and the dress was once again securely fastened. I turned to my friends and said in a serious voice, 'In a second I am going to tell Susan to open her dress and show you her beautiful cunt. I will them allow her to rub her clitoris and make herself orgasm. We can them play with her body. You may fuck her but you must wear a condom unless you can assure me that you are clean of any possible infections. You can finger and fuck her ass if you wish but if you do so, you are not allowed into any other orifice until you have thoroughly cleaned yourself, either, fingers or cock.' Susan merely stood with head bowed whilst we talked amongst ourselves. Both men assured me that there was absolutely no possibility of infection and as Susan had not had a period for well over a year birth control was not an issue. I said that I was not enamoured particularly with anal sex when there was perfectly suitable cunt available but I would love to fuck her cunt whilst a cock was buried in her ass and it was decided that after we had all eaten her out and licked her tits, that we would all first fuck her cunt and leave filling all of her holes at once until later, as a pick me up after she had sucked us hard again. I instructed the trembling Susan to open her dress. She stood there in her suspender belt and nylons, still in her high heels. She looked majestic. I didn't have to ask as I could see the lace of her nylons and her upper thighs were soaked with her juices but I wanted her to acknowledge her subjection. 'Is your cunt wet?' 'Yes, I am very wet and excited.' 'I want for me and my friends to play with your body and to fuck all of your holes. Will you do that for me?' 'Yes, I will do whatever you wish.' 'If they cum in your mouth I want you to swallow it all, will you do that?' 'Yes, I will try.' 'Are you near to an orgasm?' 'Yes I've been on the brink for a long time.' 'Lie on the floor and spread your legs.' She complied silently and it was easy to see how excited she was as her cunt gaped open and was full of her juices which within seconds had began to seep from her cunt into her anus. 'You may now make yourself cum.' She moved her left hand down to the strip of hair that seemed to point to her cunt and placing her forefinger above her clitoral hood she pulled the skin upwards, exposing the small button. Her right forefinger began to frig the clitoris frantically and with a howl she came, her whole body shuddering. Her legs clenched together trapping her had between her thighs. 'I waited until her trembling subsided and I was sure she could hear me. Over the next few hours you may cum freely but you must refrain from closing your legs. I know that this is your instinct but I want you to fight it. For the rest of the evening that cunt is not yours, it is mine and I want it to be available to me and to my friends. Do you understand? She nodded. 'Whose cunt is it, I asked? 'It's your cunt darling, use it as you wish.' I looked at the others, 'I'm going to start by kissing her and sucking one of her tits the rest of her body is open to you but we'll fuck her together one at a time. Let's get stuck in!' There was no argument as Alec almost shot out of his chair and buried his face into Susan wet cunt. His speed certainly surprised Chris but he didn't seem put out as he fastened his lips around her left teat and began to tease the nipple. I grasped her right nipple and lowered my lips to hers. As I lowered my head I could hear her whispering over and over, 'thank you, thank you, oh god I'm coming again.' I considered tonguing her as we kissed but I was not sure how much control she had over her bite, so I allowed the orgasm to rip through her before our tongues met. For what seemed hours but was in fact only minutes, I steeled myself to recognise the approaching orgasms and at that time I would move my tongue from her mouth and suck her nipple until she had recovered enough to ensure I wasn't bitten. We love to kiss and tongue each other but I realised that as the waves of orgasm hit her, it was much like kissing a tiger. After what seemed an age the boys changed places and Susan's orgasms continued. I knew that women were considered to be multi-orgasmic and I think in the past I had given her several orgasms, one after another but that afternoon was a different experience for both of us. I really think that in the space of half an hour she must have cum at least twice a minute. Nevertheless, as exhausted as she was, her ordeal was only beginning. I suggested to Chris that as it was his home he should fuck her first and decide where he would like to do it. He looked around the room and decided that the dining table was the right height and he would be able to thrust into her really hard. Whilst Chris undressed, Alec and I lifted Susan up and onto the table putting cushions under her head and her bottom. She seemed almost comatose but as soon as Chris placed the head of his average sized cock against the entrance and thrust inside what was by now a gaping cunt, her eyes opened, she looked at me and moaned, 'Oh darling thank you, what a wonderful New Years present. I'm going to come again would you please play with my clit while he fucks me?' I leant forward and began to frig her clit as Chris thrust manically into her cunt. I grabbed a flailing leg and I pointed to Alec to do the same and we raised them until they were bent up to and resting on her tits. As she lay there, her cunt being pummelled by the thrusting cock I looked at her nipples and the clit I was gently frigging. All had changed colour from the light pink when we first had sight of them and now they looked almost blue and stuck out well over half an inch. She was howling in orgasm and Chris was obviously fast approaching his climax. He suddenly groaned and thrust hard into her, holding the head of his cock deep inside. He held still but I could see his cock pumping his cum deep inside. His cock seemed to pump for a long time but it was probably only seconds before he began to withdraw. His member was covered in a foam of their mixed juices and as the head of his cock came free, a string of cum pulsed from her cunt and spurted over the purple head of his appendage. I had to restrain Alec who was by now frantic to have his go but I was adamant that this was not going to degenerate into some sordid fuckathon. 'No Alec, leave them both a few seconds to recover, we have all the time in the world' I was amazed at my own presence of mind and to the way I was orchestrating this symphony of erotica. 'Susan, whilst Alec fucks you I want you to clean Chris's cock with your mouth. Make sure you clean both of your juices from him but you must not come whilst you are doing this task. Do you understand?' 'Yes my love, I know that I am in danger of losing control and biting. If I realise I am about to come, can I pull him out and warn him?' 'No, you can only come when I tell you. You are not allowed to come, you must control yourself!' 'I understand my love, I will try not to come until you tell me but you must know how difficult it is when they are fucking me so wonderfully?' 'I know my love but with discipline the sensations you are feeling will be more intense, believe me!' As Chris moved to the head of the table I motioned to Alec to get between her legs. In an instance both her mouth and cunt were filled with thrusting cock. Alec was considerably larger than Chris but even though he was fucking manically into her foaming cunt, I was not concerned, as I had thrust both a very sizable aubergine, as well as my fist, into her without any damage. Nevertheless, it was obvious that not only was Alec about to cum but by the frantic rise and fall of Susan's chest, she was finding it very hard to control her orgasm. 'Alec is about to cum in you, as he does so I will ask Chris to take his cock out of your mouth. Then and only then, you may come my love.' Alec began to hiss, 'Oh my God, I'm coming, I'm coming, oh my God, Oh my God!!!' I was so concerned by the look on Alec's face, as I thought he might be having a fit that I forgot to tell Chris to get his cock out of her mouth but it was then that I saw that Susan had stopped breathing. 'Chris, get your cock out of there!' My urgent shout to Chris made sure of a quick exit. 'Susan, you may come.' The low guttural sound that came from her throat was almost frightening! 'Aghhhhhha, Aghhhhhhhha' She convulsed and then lay still, with Alec lying supine on her chest, both of them gasping for breath. I gave my love a brief moment to regain her composure, allowing myself some time to think of what had transpired over the last hour. Had it really only been an hour? I know that this short period would have no affect on the world at large, and probably little affect on Chris's and Alec's lives but I wondered where this would lead the two of us? Our world had changed out of all recognition and I knew there would be no turning back. The couple on the table stirred and shook me from my moment's reverie. Alec stood on shaky legs, still not recovered from the effects of his sexual exertions. His slow exit from between my loved ones splayed legs reinforced my earlier thoughts, as the secretions deposited by my two new friends slowly seemed to coagulate at the mouth of Susan's cunt before dripping onto her as yet to be penetrated asshole, there could be no turning back!! 'Does either of you two guys like eating from a cream filled cunt?' I said to my friends. No sooner said than done, Alec, still on shaky legs dropped to his knees and buried his head between Susan's outstretched legs and began slurping on the deposits he found there. I looked down at myself and was astonished to find that throughout this sexual campaign I had remained fully clothed and that other than sucking her nipples and caressing her clitoris I had been a spectator. I quickly undressed and unceremoniously pulled Alec from between my wife's legs. Susan seemed disappointed as I think she was approaching another orgasm but my attention was now fully focused on my own need for release, which I recognised was all consuming, considering the sights I had witnessed. I pulled her to her feet and guided her to the back of the leather chair I had been sitting on earlier and placing her in front of me pushed her forwards and allowing her to support herself on the arms of the chair. I pushed her pretty bum cheeks apart revealing the ploughed furrow of her cunt, still dripping from her juices and deep red in colour, engorged in her sexually energised blood flow. There was no need for words or foreplay. I didn't even need guidance to find her entrance, as her chasm was wide open, so I just plunged the largest erection of my life into my slut wife's sloppy cunt. 'Oh fuck', I almost screamed as the sensation I had previously only dreamed of, came to pass. Not only was I experiencing sloppy seconds but in fact sloppy thirds, and it felt as wonderful as I had imagined. 'Oh darling, thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh, please fuck me, fuck me hard!!' Susan shouted. I hesitated long enough to gesture Alec to Susan's mouth. 'Clean his cock but don't come.' I then proceeded to fuck her brains out, ramming into her without any concern for her comfort. I could see and hear her gagging on Alec's large appendage but I didn't care. For this moment she had become my fuck toy, a possession that had only one use, to provide me and my friends with pleasure. I saw her shift position to allow Alec access to her throat and as I thrust into her she was being driven forward, allowing her nose to plunge right into his forest of pubic hair. Suddenly a red mist filled my mind. It seemed that I was back into puberty, as I had only been fucking her for seconds and yet my orgasm was going to hit me like a train out of control. I don't know what I said, shouted or screamed. My mind was blank. I don't know how long I was coming, or how it felt to fill this person I loved and yet was prepared to use as a slut cunt. What I do know is that I had never experienced anything like it before. When I came back into some form of reality I was to find Susan still in the midst of a huge orgasm. 'I said she could come. If I hadn't let her I think she would have died. I've never seen the likes of the sexual chemistry between the two of you. There were literally sparks flying,' gasped Chris, staring at me in amazement. I looked down at Susan bent over fully into the seat of the chair her beautiful breasts caressing the brown leather and darkening the colour of her nipples and they brushed against it with the movement of her gasping breath, as she came down from her orgasm. 'At least she's still breathing', I thought. 'More for you here Alec, if you want?' As I removed my cock from her swollen cunt I could feel and see the rush of my semen as gravity began to take its toll. It's funny how thoughts come into one's head, as suddenly it occurred to me that fucking really is a matter of 'forced' sex. The thrusting of the cock produces a kinetic 'force' and muscles in the woman's cunt sealed by the cock 'force' air from it, therefore forming a partial vacuum. The explosive 'force' of ejaculation 'forces' the semen deep into the cunt and at the same time the woman's orgasm seems to 'force' everything inwards, and then the force of gravity takes its toll, allowing the mixture of juices to slowly and enticingly flow from the parted lips, and onwards down her delectable thighs. Colours, Contrasts and Conundrums I 'forced' myself back to reality as Alec once again shuffled between Susan's parted thighs and began sucking on her gaping sex almost hoovering the semen out from her depths. 'Are you two okay with us all fucking her together?' I calmly said to the guys. 'Christ yes, I want her ass', Croaked Chris. 'Well having just fucked her, I think I have to settle for her blowing me back to life. And, as there is nowhere else that you can fit that monster Alec, I think you had better fill her cunt now that you've cleaned it up.' Alec was not about to argue. We manoeuvred a long but sturdy coffee table into the middle of the room and placed some cushions upon it, whereupon Alec lay down on his back, his huge erection pointing obscenely towards the ceiling. Susan still seemed to be in shock as Chris and I pulled her of the couch and positioned her legs on each side of Alec straddling him. She seemed to come to as we began to lower her onto this huge gnarled log like cock and she even bent down and grabbed it, positioning it at the mouth of her cunt and slowly sinking down, eventually resting her bum against Alec's thighs, his huge testicles resting between the cheeks of her arse. How she could have absorbed such a huge object I don't know. It must have been nearly twelve inches in length and as wide as my clenched fist but she had somehow managed to accept it all and was frigging her clit with her right hand as her left pinched her nipples. This masturbatory act was brought to an abrupt end as Chris pushed her roughly forward making her grasp Alec's shoulders in order to steady herself. In this position her wonderful tits hung downwards swaying as Alec began to tentatively thrust upwards into her. 'Stay still Alec,' Chris shouted, 'or I'll never get it in!' He had a big blob of lubricant on his finger and I could see that already his cock was shiny from the viscous preparation. He gently parted Susan's bum cheeks and gently pushed the greased finger into her anus, thoroughly lubricating the virtually unused sexual orifice. We had done anal some years before but I could never really enjoy the sensation. As I so often thought and said, 'why use the shit-hole when there is a perfectly delectable cunt to fuck?' I think that Susan used to like it, until she heard that some of the porno girls that did anal had to where nappies in later life as they couldn't control their sphincter muscles. From then on it was a joint decision to limit its use and we hadn't done it for years. Nevertheless, Chris obviously had no such thoughts and within seconds his cock head was pressed to and then accepted by Susan nether hole. Now, whilst I may not particularly enjoy the sensation of fucking assholes, the sight of Chris's average sized cock disappearing into my wife's rectum did in fact caused my previously wilting cock to rise immediately to the occasion. I stood beside them and watched as they all slowly adjusted to the joint occupation and began to build up a rhythm first thrusting together and then as one began to piston inwards the other would in concert begin his outward path. Susan began to struggle and mouth guttural groans. Alec had to support her shoulders as her hand once again found a path to her breasts and clitoris, both of which she seemed to frig in a flurry of motion until she came in a howl of unintelligible utterances. I was entranced at the sight and almost forgot that the purpose had been to fill all of her available orifices, so I pulled myself away from the lascivious sight and placed my now fully erect cock at her open mouth and unceremoniously thrust my cock right down her throat. All thoughts of gentleness had gone from my mind and I'm sure the others men where equally as lost in their own little fucking world. All of us having cum earlier, Susan was in for several minutes of hard fucking and I was oblivious of any suffering I or the others was causing her. At least ten minutes later I unloaded my last donation for the evening. I was drained; wasted. I looked down at my hands holding both sides of Susan's face my slowly deflating cock buried deep within her throat, her eyes closed. I began to panic. Had my senseless assault really harmed her? I quickly withdrew my cock and after a terrifying second she began to cough and splutter. 'Are you all right?' I whispered. 'No,' she almost choked on the word. 'I'm absolutely fucked and my darling I loved it!' I looked down at Alec who was struggling to support both Susan and Chris, who was now lying gasping for breath across Susan's back. I moved to her side and helped Chris to stand and as I did so his partially erect cock made a popping noise at it exited from her body, followed by a gush of cum which ran over the skin between her anus and cunt and began to pool on Alec's cock, running down its length onto his huge hairy bollocks. I slowly helped her stand up but his cock was still erect and I couldn't get her high enough to allow her to dismount. In the end she had to lean on my shoulder and clamber off the still rampant member which exited with a wet slap as it hit his stomach. 'Get her to straddle my mouth and I'll clean her out,' Alec gasped. 'Please don't lick my clit Alec, I don't think I can take another cum,' she squealed as she settled downwards over his mouth, her legs shaking with all of her efforts. I supported her best I could as I think we were all by now exhausted by our efforts. I think that none of us had problems with sleep that night, and depending on how this tale is received, the morning would bring further adventures. Well folks that is the end of this episode of my tale. I'm rather busy at the moment but if this story is received well then I will try to put time aside to continue the tale of Susan's awakening. Please feel free to contact me with any constructive comments, I don't read the dross, so don't bother, please.