7 comments/ 119528 views/ 7 favorites Fun After The Wedding By: Rupert Harris The wedding had been everything we had hoped for and as proud parents of the bride at 51 and 52 years of age we were looking forward to being empty nesters and living a little. The reception was held in a small hotel just out of town, we were staying overnight and were happy that it was all over; ready to relax in our room and just waiting for the last few guests to leave. The best man Alf, and his friend Ben, were sitting at the bar chatting with the young barmaid, the hotel manager Chas, who we had got to know during the planning of the wedding, was clearing away glasses and we were saying our goodbyes at the door. When the last guest left we joined Alf and Ben at the bar, I said "Not going home then?" Alf replied, "We were going to but Chas, the hotel manager, has invited us up to his flat for a last drink." Chas walked over to us and said, "You two are very welcome to join us, Elsa the barmaid is coming, I've got a bottle of malt that will make a nice relaxing end to a busy day." Helen, my wife said, "All I want to do is sit down and take my shoes off, my feet are killing me. We can go for a drink if you want to Rupert." The sitting room in the flat was small, the sofa set of a three-seater settee and two matching armchairs set close together around a gas fire almost filled the room. There was a small gap between one of the chairs and the sofa which we squeezed through one at a time, Alf sat on the far chair, then me on the sofa, Helen next to me in the middle of the sofa then Ben next to Helen and Elsa in the other chair. Chas handed full glasses around from behind, sat on the arm of Elsa's chair and said "cheers." Chas was the perfect host, paying attention to everyone, keeping glasses full, telling jokes and stories such that everyone was soon relaxed and comfortable amid a lot of laughing. Everyone was getting along really well; it is not often that people of our age have very much to do, socially, with younger people but we were all like old friends. The chat got a little risqué, led by Chas who, judging by the touching and nudging, was a little closer to Elsa that employer, employee. Alf told a steamy story about what he got up to on his 18-30 holiday, sex in all kinds of situations and strip poker that finished up as a party with a room full of naked people. I said to Alf, "I wouldn't mind going on one of those holidays. Have you got a brochure?" In mock rebuke Helen said "Rupert! What about me?" I said, "OK, OK you can come to the naked party too." It wasn't very funny but we all laughed and laughed, I suppose it was the drink. Chas poured another round of drinks and Helen said. "Excuse me if there's a smell but I'll have to take these shoes off." "Hold on a minute." Said Chas, "You can't just take them off," then to Alf, "If this were an 18-30 party you'd have to earn the right to take something off with strip poker, isn't that right Alf?" Helen said, "If this were an 18-30 party I'd be over twenty years younger, my feet wouldn't be throbbing and I wouldn't need to take my shoes off." We were still laughing at this, as Chas took a pack of cards off the mantelpiece and started dealing them into the lap of each of us, still laughing he said. "Helen, it's not fair but rules are rules and you can't take your shoes off until you've lost two hands." More laughter, the cards were dealt and the next thing we were all studying our hands. "What am I supposed to do with these," Helen said to no one in particular, "I don't understand this game." Ben leaned over and said, "Let me see," he spread her cards out and said, "For someone who doesn't know the game you certainly know how to pick your cards." We all showed our hands and Helen had won, Alf shouted up. "Point of order Mister Chairman, we need a clothes count before we start." Elsa giggled and said "Well done Helen, this is my favourite game" and looking excitedly around the room, "We don't count ties or jackets, a shoe and a sock are only one item." I was still chuckling but had enough wit about me to take stock. Elsa was clearly no novice at this game; she couldn't have been more than nineteen, was trim and looked quite attractive in her uniform white blouse and black skirt, she was coarse and swore quite a bit but so did Helen and I now and again. Alf and Ben were in their early twenties, our new son's friends, still wearing their wedding suits and sitting on the edge of their seats as keen as mustard that this game played out to a conclusion. Chas was about our age, fit looking, also wearing a suit, I was beginning to think that he was engineering this little scenario and suspected that he was no stranger to a little after hour's seduction. Helen, mother of two married daughters, liked a bit of verbal jibing, fun and horseplay, would go topless on the beach in Spain, where everyone else did, but had never been in a situation like this. She had fought to lose weight for the wedding and looked well in a Channel style, little black dress, that was a little short for her and for which she was just a little heavy. Like the others I was wearing a suit and like at least four other people in the room I was enjoying what was happening and what might happen. I was and am an avid literotica story reader, especially Loving Wives, and smelled an opportunity for fantasy and reality to merge, I didn't want to blow the chance but I wasn't about to wreck my marriage by taking a lead. Everyone had had plenty to drink but no one was falling down drunk. Elsa, who appeared to be the expert continued, "Us girls don't lose our tights until we lose our second shoe, that's fair, isn't it Helen." Helen said, "I don't know about my tights, I only want to take my shoes off." This caused a roar of laughter all around and Helen was laughing with the best of them. Elsa said, "Don't worry you are winning and all it means is that when your second shoe comes off you take your tights off too, that will be even more comfortable." We all laughed some more, everyone took a shoe or shoe and sock off. "Not you Helen!" yelled Chas as Helen bent down to undo her shoe, "Not until you lose a hand." More laughing and Chas started dealing again. "Hey what about the clothes count," said Alf. Elsa started us off chanting, "Two shoes, blouse, skirt, bra and pants that's six." Then Chas, still dealing, "Two shoes, shirt, trousers, pants, five." It was my turn, "Two shoes, shirt, trousers, pants that's five" Next was Helen. "I want to take my shoes off," Everyone burst out laughing again. Elsa leaned over to her and said, "No Helen you have to say it like this," and chanted, "two shoes, dress, bra and pants that's five," Helen burst out laughing again but managed to chant out as instructed. "OK, ok two shoes, dress, bra and pants, that's five." Everyone, including me cheered. Ben and Alf chanted out their five pieces each, Elsa went into immediate and intense negotiations with Alf, the outcome being that the girls started with one more piece of clothing each than the boys, because they had more to show, the minimum start was Helen with five pieces which meant the boys started with four. This meant that Helen having won a hand kept her five pieces, the boys who had all started with five but should have started with four and had lost a hand were all down to three and Elsa who should have started with five and lost a hand was down to four. Complicated, I thought so and Helen was mystified. Elsa took charge, "Come on boys, shoes and socks off, and I've got to lose these tights." She stood, hiked her skirt up, to pull her tights down, so that her panties came into view and said, "Shit, I wish I had put my fuck me knickers on instead of these old things." She sat back down disentangling her tights from around her feet. I took my shoes and socks off, as did the others, Helen just sat there. The cards from the last deal were all over the place; Chas collected them and started to deal again, handing them to Alf and Ben and throwing them into the lap of Elsa, Helen and I. The two boys were eagerly fanning their cards out, like their Christmas and birthday had come early, Elsa put hers' on the chair and asked, "Who wants another drink?" She took her own glass and Chas's off the mantelpiece, I handed her mine and she stood behind the sofa and said, "Helen, would you like a drink?" Helen turned to her and almost whispered, "I just want to take my shoes off." "Of course you do." She replied, and bringing her mouth down to near Helen's ear she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear and with a chuckle in her voice, "And I just want to take these guys pants and my fucking knickers off." It was such a shocking thing for a young girl to say but it tickled Helen, she laughed, got a fit of the giggles and handed her her glass. She made two trips to the kitchen, everyone had a drink in their hand, Chas was sitting in her chair, he handed her her cards and she sat on the arm of the chair between Chas and I. Chas sat forward and said. "Come on then, lets see what you've got." We showed our cards in turn and this time I had won. The three guys and Elsa started to unbutton their shirts. Chas started singing. "Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah dah" the stripper. Again laughter. Elsa called across to Helen, "You can take a shoe off now, but only one." What happened next was a watershed, crossing of the Rubicon, an unexpected event that left me stunned and excited. Bear in mind that we had never played about with other people or even discussed it, and had never been in any kind of erotic situation with other people. Helen, still recovering from the giggles said in a loud voice, "Fuck you, I'm taking my fucking shoes off," a charming turn of phrase, "Before my fucking feet drop off" and gave a howl of laughter, echoed by the rest of the room. "My fucking tights can come off next!" She was drunk, had picked up on Elsa's use of fucking as a shocking and humorous exclamation but the big deal was her intention to take, her tights off in the game. Chas said. "Good for you Helen don't let that little bitch tell you what to do." We all laughed again, three bare-chested men and Elsa in her bra. Another hand of cards, Alf won and said. "Slow down everyone, I want to watch this, one at a time, come on Elsa what's coming off next." Elsa stood, undid a fastening at the top and then let her skirt fall slowly down her legs to the floor, leaving her in white cotton panties and a white bra, showing just how skinny she was, her actions were accompanied by a cheer from the boys. Chas dropped his trousers, I took my shirt off, and Helen struggled to her feet with Ben and I helping and reached awkwardly under the hem of her skirt lifting it as little as possible and started to try to take her tights off. The tights wouldn't budge, everyone was impatient, Ben in a bold move said. "I'll help you misses Harris." Ran his hands up over her hips, under her dress lifting it in the process and pulled her tights down exposing her panties as he went. With as much dignity as she could muster with her tights around her knees and her dress around her hips, she pulled her dress down, stepped out of her tights and said. "Thank you Ben" As she went to sit down, Elsa said, "Wait a minute, you can't get away with taking your shoes off out of order, you have to take something else off." Alf said. "That's right," and the others chipped in their agreement, Helen looked to me for support and I said. "It's up to you Helen but be fair they are right." Helen grinned and said. "Alright then, no problem." She reached around behind her undid her bra clasp through her dress, a strap came through one arm hole over her elbow and the bra came out through the other. "A little trick I learned on the beach." She said, and sat back down. The cards were dealt again and Chas won, should everyone pay their dues, and there was only Helen who might not, there would be a cock and two pairs of tits on show. It was Alf who again shouted for one at a time and Chas who backed him up. Everyone was staring at Elsa, I glanced around at Helen who was laughing at something Ben was whispering in her ear, so far so good I thought, she's still enjoying herself and hasn't clammed up yet. Elsa stood and had there have been more room I'm sure she would have danced, undid the clasp of her bra and slipped the straps over her shoulders. She dragged out the moment by holding the bra in place against her chest, a very effective tactic as it had me on the edge of my seat; I was dying to see her little tits. She touched her toes with one hand, stood back up, swapped hands on her bra and touched her toes with the other, Chas had started a clap clap clap, beat, in time to it Alf started chanting. "Geritoff, geritoff, geritoff." To my absolute shock it was Helen's voice that was first to join in. I glanced around again, she and the two boys were enthusiastically clapping and chanting, staring at Elsa, with great big beaming smiles. I noticed something else, Ben had a hard on that his boxers were struggling to contain it was very impressive and looked to be way out of proportion to his small frame. I was thinking a couple of steps ahead, if Helen was to go through with it, in a minute or two she would have her tits out and be sitting next to a naked young man with a huge erect cock. The bra came off in a grand gesture and was thrown across the room; a huge cheer went up as Elsa shook those very small tits to the delight of her audience. Chas sat in her seat, she plopped down on his lap, he and Elsa turned to me and resumed the clapping and chanting geremoff, geremoff, geremof, I stood up, didn't need to seek approval from Helen, she and the two boys were clapping and chanting too. I never expected Helen to be so comfortable with this and even enjoying it, after all her dress was to be the next thing to come off. I dropped my trousers, and gave a couple of little bows to each side, in my boxers with my trousers around my ankles. Not a hilarious gesture but enough to generate another bout of laughter. I turned to Helen and got one clap and a geritoff out before she stood up and said, "Hold on, I've got to go to the bathroom." and trotted off out of the room. I thought, this is it, game over, I knew she would bottle out. She came out of the bathroom, with a big smug smile on her face swinging her panties in her hand, dropped them on the floor on top of her bra and standing behind the sofa said, "That's me, you're next Ben." Elsa pointed at her and said, "You sneaky bitch, you can't do that." Chas said, "Yes she can, she's got brains that one, her tits are not on show like yours." As he said it he cupped both her tits and gave them a squeeze. Without standing up, Ben pulled his pants down and released his erect, oversized cock. Elsa spotted it and said, "Wow, Helen look, what do you think of that? Is that the biggest hardest cock you've ever seen?" This was either going to be another milestone or the evening was going to be over. Helen, still pleased with herself over the keeping her dress and smiling, looked down at Ben's cock. The smile disappeared and she looked shocked, I guess it was the size and, despite the booze, the reality of the situation had just sunk in. Ben took hold of the base of it, and waved it around and turning to Helen said. "My mates are all dead jealous of this, do you like it misses Harris." Helen didn't answer. Elsa said, "Helen," she got Helen's attention, "Ben just asked you a question." Ben waved it again and repeated, "Do you like it misses Harris." Helen said, without inflection like she was talking about his tie, "Yes Ben, it's very nice." "Very nice!" Elsa said, "It's fucking beautiful." Helen turned to me and said, "It's getting late I think we should go to our room." Elsa was out of the chair came straight over to Helen, put her arm around her and said, "Please don't go I don't want to be left alone with all these men, come on lets get a drink." and guided her to the kitchen. Ben was still messing with his cock, showing it off, Chas and Alf were commenting on it and telling him what a lucky lad he was. I gave the girls a minute and followed them in to the kitchen; they had lined up six fresh glasses and before I could say anything Elsa handed me two drinks. She said, "Take these out, you can change places with Chas and me, Helen wants to sit on your knee." I took the glasses opened the door and she said, loud enough for the room to hear, "And you can tell those dirty fuckers that the card game is over." I told Chas, we were changing places with him, he said, "No problem Rupert," got up winked and whispered to me, "I thought she'd get a bit windy when she saw her first hard on or had to get her tits out, she lasted longer than I expected." I didn't know whether to be insulted or not. To the others, still in lowered tones he said, "All is not lost boys, I promise you we are all fucking Elsa, she's pulled a train before, in this very room and is defiantly up for it tonight." He said to me, "You've got some work to do with your Helen if you want to fuck young Elsa." Then turning to the other two he said, "And I wouldn't mind getting into your wife's cunt, what about you lads." They both grunted their agreement, Alf lewdly rubbing his crotch. Ben rubbed his hand up and down the length of his cock and said to me. "How would she like this fucker in her cunt or up her arse hole." Before I could answer the kitchen door opened and the girls came in. The drinks were handed out and we all took up our new positions, no clothes were put back on but as she sat down next to him Elsa threw Ben's shirt over his lap and said. "You can put that fucker away before you have somebody's eye out." I don't know what Elsa had said to Helen to persuade her to stay, she had done her job, but it was going to take some effort to raise her mood and get her to shed those inhibitions again. I noted that she hadn't put her underwear on again, oversight, awkwardness or design, I didn't know. Helen was sitting sidesaddle on my lap facing towards Chas who was sitting next to Elsa on the Sofa. The three youngsters gradually got noisier engaged in a debate about some element of pop music that I didn't understand, they were soon laughing and joking again. We three oldies were watching quietly, I was focused on Elsa's tits and the still obvious erection under the shirt in Ben's lap. I was thinking about what was said as the girls came back into the room, we knew Ben a little he had been to our house quite a few times, seemed decent and well mannered, Alf we had only met a couple of times. The incongruity of Ben's words and actions came to me, respectfully addressing my wife as misses Harris and then putting his hands up her skirt and that little display, rubbing his cock as he said he'd like to fuck her. How did I feel about that? Helen being fucked by a monster cock in a room full of people, pretty good actually, much as I thought I would when sitting in front of the computer reading Literotica Loving Wife stories. That was always the focus when fantasising about deviant sex. Now that we were in a situation, however, the skinny young girl in front of me was the principal focus of my desire and Helen secondary. I came out of my reverie, immediately aware of the unspoken tension at our end of the room; if it didn't change soon Helen would be asking to leave again. Chas made an effort. "This new stuff isn't music; I was into the kinks at their age, what about you?" Now he'd hit on the right subject, Helen had been a Who fan, when she was young, and still played their records. She said as much and the conversation blossomed from there, what gigs we'd been to, festivals, the clothes, funny stories were told and there was laughter again. I'm not sure what the youngsters thought of it but Chas went to the hi-fi selected a CD and the room was filled with the sound of Pin Ball Wizard followed by the rest of a Who compilation. He went to the kitchen, opened a new bottle of scotch and when that had gone another one. Helen drank plenty, the more pissed she got, the more she relaxed and laughed at stupid jokes. She herself was quick witted, good at the one liner and liked a bit of back and to verbal banter. The talk turned to holidays, where we'd been, what we Fun After The Wedding did, what we liked best. Chas said, "Us blokes in shorts and Elsa topless is just like being at the beach in Spain." Helen pointed to Ben's lap and said. "I've never seen a monster like that on any Spanish beach." We laughed like hell. It had taken about half an hour but Helen was back in form, joking about Ben's cock was a surprise and a real step forward. I sensed Chas getting impatient as he tried to move things along, leaning towards us in a conspiratorial manner he whispered. "Elsa will be getting a portion of that monster later, I bet you wouldn't mind that sort of service on a beach." The reaction was a couple of seconds in coming, I thought he'd blown it but no, she howled with laughter, drowning out Roger Daltry on the hi-fi. The youngsters had been very patient all this time, they hadn't got up to anything but I think they got the message that it was time to get started. Elsa shouted, "Hey Helen, the lads are fed up with looking at my little tits, any chance of you giving them a flash of yours." Helen shouted back, "Where do you think you are, Magaluf." Everyone laughed at this. Ben got up and stood in front of Helen and me, holding his shirt to his crotch to cover himself, he very respectfully said. "Please may we see you topless, misses Harris?" Helen didn't answer; he continued, "It's only fair, Elsa is topless, everyone else is in his undies and I'm starkers." Helen turned to me. I said, "Go on love it's only a bit of fun, it would be just like the beach in Spain." At that moment the CD finished, the room went quiet, she looked me in the eye for a few seconds, then with a serious face said, "I've got no knickers on, under this dress, are you sure you want me to take it off." I couldn't believe it, she had upped the anti, we had only suggested that she showed her tits, now she was offering to strip off. I thought, she understands what's going on here, and is up for it, I thought shit or bust, and I'll up the anti so there's no misunderstanding and see if she goes for it. "Yes, I'm sure" I said, "But its Ben who's never seen you naked and wants to see your body. Take your dress off, we can change places, you sit on his knee and I'll sit with Elsa on the sofa." She continued to look at me for a long time, seeming to process what I had said, and then simply said "Ok." Bent her head forward, reached behind her neck undid the fastener and pulled the zip down her back. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders, so that her tits came into view, stood up, worked the dress over her hips and stepped out of it. Elsa and Alf cheered, everyone had something to say. Chas, "Well done Helen you're a real sport." Alf, "Nice arse Misses Harris, can I suck those tits?" Elsa, "Shut up Alf. Nice one Helen, I'm going to bare my bum too." And she took her panties off. Ben, "Wow, Misses Harris, you are gorgeous." And when he caught her eye, "Are you really going to sit on my knee?" I stood up, offered my seat to Ben, put my arms around Helen's waist and kissed her. When we broke our embrace, Ben was sitting in the chair, Chas had Ben's shirt in his hand and Ben's cock was sticking out again. Helen hesitated. I said, "It's up to you love." Chas chipped in; "Come on Helen, the poor lad's expecting it now you've built his hopes up." She looked down at Ben and he said, "Please Misses Harris." I had one hand on her bottom and gently pushed her towards the chair. She sat stiffly on his thighs, not very emotionally or physically comfortable I thought. This was it, I'd said shit or bust, I leant forward, kissed her again and whispered in her ear. "Relax," then paused, "Come on love, relax a bit." and she did seem to lose some of her stiffness. I looked up, smiled at Ben, kissed her again and said in a normal voice, "Put him out of his misery, put you arm around his neck and sit on his lap properly, look at him, he's nervous as hell." That was a lie, the last thing he was, was nervous. She smiled at him, shuffled up, put her arm around his neck, he put his arm around her waist and she leant back into him. His cock was trapped between her thigh and his belly. "How's that are you nice and relaxed?" She made an effort to smile but didn't answer, "Are you relaxed?" "Yes, I'm relaxed." She said. "What about you Ben how does it feel to have a beautiful naked woman on your knee?" I didn't know exactly where I was going with this; I was trying to ease Helen into it. Chas interrupted with a more direct approach, "For fucks sake leave them alone, will you?" Pulling his jockeys down his legs he nodded towards Alf and Elsa who were kissing passionately at the other end of the sofa and said, "Alf needs a hand with Elsa." He nudged Elsa roughly and nodding towards me said to her, "Rupert wants join in, he's dieing to fuck you. Can you take on two?" "Oooh Yes, come here Rupert, give me a kiss." Chas plonked himself down on the arm of Ben and Helen's chair, pulled his pants from around his feet and said, "You don't mind if Rupert gives Alf a hand do you?" She stared at him. "Come on Helen, Rupert's going to help Alf, do you mind?" She shook her head, "Go on Rupert, Elsa's waiting". As I sat on the sofa next to Elsa I noticed that Ben was already squeezing one of Helen's tits. Elsa started kissing me, I heard Chas say. "You will be alright with me and Ben wont you?" After a minute he said, "That's it Helen give it a squeeze, it wont bite." A moment or two later, "That's right Helen, can open your legs a bit more?" Elsa let me go and turned to kiss Alf, his turn I suppose, I desperately wanted to see what Helen was doing but resisted, Alf was pinching one of Elsa's nipples I started squeezing her other tiny tit. I stroked her buttock and pushed my hand between her and the sofa trying to reach her cunt. She responded by crossing a leg over Alf and pushing her bottom towards me, I had my hand first on her cunt and then two fingers in it, she squirmed, I hoped, appreciatively. I still hadn't looked at Helen but could hear everything that was going on, up to this point there had only been noises and a few words from Chas. The little group now became quite vocal. Chas, "Do you like that Helen?" Helen, "Mmmmmm." Chas, "What about this?" Helen, "Ow!" Chas, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Helen, mumbling, "No it's OK." Ben, "That's so nice misses Harris, do you want to try something else?" No answer. Chas, "I think Ben would like you to suck his cock, will you suck it for him?" Helen, after a pause, "OK." Chas, "Helen, I'm going to fuck you while you suck his cock, is that OK?" Helen, another pause, "OK." Chas, "Helen, I will fuck you while you suck Ben's cock but you must decide how you want us; we will do as you say but you must tell us." For fucks sake, this guy was incredible; he wanted her to say the words, it must turn him on, it defiantly turned me on, I was still frigging Elsa but was all ears. "Helen, what do you want us to do?" Helen, after a longer pause, "Fuck me." That was a start; Ben got the idea and joined in, "What about me, I thought you were going to suck my cock. How are you going to suck my cock and how is Chas going to fuck you?" I don't think Helen understood that it was words that they wanted, or maybe she did, anyhow I heard them moving around, I still didn't look and took the whole of Elsa's right tit in my mouth to show I was otherwise engaged. Chas, "It's enormous, isn't it Helen?" A moments pause, "Helen, Ben's cock, isn't it enormous?" Helen, annoyed, "Yes, it's enormous." Ben, "Oh my god, that's fantastic." Chas, "What shall I do, Helen?" Helen, more annoyed, "For Christ's sake just get on with it." Chas, "How do you want me to do it?" I thought you gob-shite, now you're taking it too far, I imagined Helen taking Ben's cock out her mouth each time she answered one of Chas's stupid questions. I don't know if she twigged what he was after, just decided to spell it out or what. Helen, "Just put you cock in my cunt and fuck me until you cum and that had better not be too soon." I had to look, Helen was on knees, sucking Ben's cock, not holding back at all, slurping it in and out at a fast pace and wanking his long shaft at the same time. Chas was banging away at her from behind. I now sort of understood the game he had played, I don't think it was just about hearing rude words, she was now not just someone he was doing it to, she was someone he was doing it with, who had made plain her desires and was a full participating partner. Elsa turned to me and said, "I thought you were going to fuck me." She helped me with my jockey shorts, then climbed into my lap, lowered herself down and started riding me doing all the work. Despite orders to the contrary, Chas came quite quickly and pulled out of Helen. Alf who was waiting patiently for his turn with Elsa saw the opportunity and said. "You finished Chas?" "Why do fancy some of this son." Chas said as he ran his fingers up and down Helen's cunt, spreading sperm and cunt juice from arsehole to clit. "Or do you fancy some of this." On the word this two fingers slipped easily into Helen's arse, then started moving in and out. Helen didn't flinch, after a few moments she plopped Ben's cock out of her mouth, still wanking the lower shaft, turned to them and said, "Before you two get carried away, I fancy some of this." And gave Ben's cock a little waggle. Chas, still fingering her arse hole said, "That'll spoil it for everyone, let Alf here empty his little sack into you, he shouldn't take long, before Ben splits you open. Come on Alf hurry up the lady's waiting." Chas moved to one side kneeling beside her hips with his hand between the cheeks of her arse, facing Alf who knelt behind and entered her without hesitation. This time she did flinch; Chas pushed three fingers in her arse as Alf fucked her cunt. She had her first orgasm soon after. Helen did get Ben's cock in her cunt, twice and again later in the night had three men together one of whom was me. Elsa had enormous energy and drive, and probably took more cock than Helen. The staying power of the men was nothing special but the situation was such that after each episode, it was not long before any of us had another hard on. Helen and I eventually got dressed and headed to our room, drunk and well fucked. We woke about lunchtime, Helen was full of remorse, she was particularly worried that Ben or Alf would tell our new son about the night and our daughter would find out, not to mention everyone else we knew. She was disgusted with herself and more so with me for getting her into that situation, she made it clear that she attributed much of the blame to me. She said, "It would never have happened without all the drink you plied me with and that bloody stupid game you made me play." She didn't want to face anyone that day and didn't want to bump into any of last night's participants. She said she felt dirty and wanted to have a bath before we left the hotel. We had left the car in town; I wanted to walk to clear my head, it would take about half an hour, she would have a bath, pack our bag and be ready to go when I got back, she asked me to check out of the hotel so we could leave immediately I got back. I got the car, more worried about my marriage than Helen seemed to be about our depravity and reputation. I paid the bill, handed the keys in at reception, came up to the room and knocked on the door. Chas answered it stark naked and said, "You lucky bastard Rupert, your misses is some woman, more of a raver in the morning than she is at night, I've fucked her in her cunt and her shitter, now look at her. The scene that greeted me was unbelievable, Ben was lying on the bed, Helen was on her hands and knees above him, he was fucking her with some difficulty because Alf was squatting behind her with his cock up her arse. Helen was sucking on the cock of another naked young man, I'd never seen before, who could have only been just eighteen. A man of about sixty, wearing the shirt and waistcoat of a hotel porter, and nothing else, was sitting on the bed next to them squeezing one of her tits and presumably waiting his turn. I stripped off and got in the queue, like Chas said, my wife is some woman.