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My Wife's First Time

By: taurents



Like many couples we had, from time to time , discussed inviting other people to sometimes join in with our sex lives. The idea appealed to us both, if it had been just my decision then there would have been no problem.

It's different for a woman though, there are so many other things for her to consider; inhibitions from her upbringing, societies opinion, confidence in her body, the list goes on, the biggest fear though was that the woman from the other couple wouldn't like her, as though that mattered!

Although it seemed unlikely that anything would ever happen we carried on discussing it. The idea excited us both. I was shocked though when she admitted that she had discussed it with her friend Sandra.

Guys are regularly accused of discussing their sex lives but in my experience it just doesn't happen. Sure we discuss sex, like hazarding a guess on our luck with the new secretary or discussing the artistic merits of the infamous Pamela Anderson video, but never our own sex lives.

It was therefore astonishing to find that Sandra knew of our joint fantasy. Especially as I knew her to be happily married and that she herself would never even contemplate sex with another guy.

Curious I asked what Sandra's reaction had been.

"She didn't really have one, she just got me to rationalise my doubts."

"Did you make a decision?"

"Not really, I mean you know that the idea excites me, it's just that I would hate it if , say, you arranged for one of your friends, who I knew, to be the first and I honestly can't promise that I wouldn't get a bit jealous seeing you with another girl, especially if she was prettier than me".

I'd already guessed that, which was why I hadn't already kicked things off with an advert in the personal column of an advertising paper that specialises in that sort of liaison.

Similarly I had rejected the idea of another couple for our first encounter. Nothing would be worse than to find myself slipping inside the naked body of a young lady, assuming that her husband was doing something similar with Jane only to see her running out of the room in tears.

I had long decided that if our fantasy was ever to become reality then Jane would have to be the first to enjoy the experience.

Her next words gave me the solution to our dilemma , but I wasn't about to give anything away just yet.

"It wouldn't be so bad" She began choosing her words with care, "If I didn't have to meet the guy. The thought of making small talk , knowing exactly what he was imagining might happen an hour or so later worries me, especially as I would hate to say no once he had his hopes built up. If there was a guy that I hadn't met and would never have to meet in the future, if he was happy to look and touch but with no guarantee of sex , that would be OK. Do you have the phone number of the Invisible Man?" She laughed.

I didn't have his number but I did have the germination of an idea.

Over the next few days I mulled it over in my head, seeking out the flaw. I couldn't find one.

We carried on talking about our fantasy from time to time without making any more progress. At the end of one such chat I said " Don't worry I'm sure that the Invisible Man will turn up soon"  

Now I don't want you to think that we were in a sexual rut, far from it. We loved exploring new ways and places to make love and our frequency was rarely less than four times a week.

One night I decided to indulge her in her favourite scenario. I came home from work with a bottle of wine and a take away. We ate the meal by candle light with mood music playing. She knew that I was in seduction mode but had no idea what type of move I was going to make.

At the end of the meal I guided her towards our long settee. While still standing I kissed her gently and slowly eased her out of her blouse and skirt. Her bra and panties quickly followed.

Once she was naked I laid her down on the settee. Reaching over I found the cords which I had attached to the castors that morning. I tied one to her wrists and forced her arms beyond her head and tightened the cord holding her hands and arms in place, it had the effect of making her firm breasts stand even more proudly. She moaned softly anticipating what would follow.

I took her right leg and tied it so that her knee was over the back of the settee. Her left stretched towards the adjacent armchair and the cord held that position. This left her totally exposed with no way of concealing herself. Not that she wanted to, she raised her hips invitingly.

I wasn't ready yet. From my pocket I pulled one of her silk scarfs and tied it around her head covering her eyes.

Her back arched offering me her breasts. Gently using only the tip of my tongue I licked the side of her neck.

My timing was perfect, the door bell rang. She froze. "My God. Set me free quick!" Her body wriggled in panic.

"Relax" I said soothingly "It's only the invisible man"

"What!" She was squirming and as she did so her more intimate lips parted exposing her more thoroughly than before.

I opened the door and the stranger walked in.

Jane was still wriggling and a low moan escaped from her lips , but my husbandly experience assured me that her excitement now exceeded any embarrassment.

Although the stranger did not speak Jane could not have missed the two sets of footsteps approaching her. Nor could she have missed the sounds of clothes landing on the floor as the stranger stripped naked.

Advancing to her face the stranger ran fingers over her cheeks before resuming attention to her neck which had, until moments earlier been my job. Moving from her neck to her eyelids the tongue continued the fluttering action as I took a seat on the adjacent chair and stroked her ankles reassuringly.

Jane arched her back again offering her naked breasts to the stranger, her mouth opened and a gentle "aaahhh" escaped her lips. Taking advantage of her open mouth the stranger licked her tongue, taking care that the kiss was so light that their lips did not quite meet. Jane strained to make better contact but the newcomer was now licking her upper chest.

A flush had developed over Jane's upper torso, her nipples were hard as the ever exploring tongue navigated the taut flesh surrounding the brown aureoles.

The tongue moved over her flat stomach, tracing it's way around the triangle of her dense bush, teasingly down her right thigh and tantalizingly back up the left. 

Jane's hips were raised, in between her moans came the panted words "My pussy, please lick my pussy"

Obligingly the tongue followed the soft raised tissue of her labia, seeking and finding her throbbing clitoris which was now fully inflamed with desire. Dews of moisture were evident at her open slit.

As the strangers tongue made it's first tentative contact Jane bucked forcing closer contact. Her body vibrated like a tuning fork as her first major climax of the night erupted inside her.

Time after time she came until at last she was exhausted. "No more, please no more" she begged."I want to, but I can't , not yet"

I touched the strangers shoulder and sat beside Jane stroking her head as the stranger dressed. The door opened and closed.

"Has he gone?" she whispered "Yes, just us now" I began to untie the blindfold, she stopped me.

"Leave it, I want to pretend it's him. You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all " I assured her moving down her body.

Much later we talked "that was a thousand times more exciting than I imagined, just one thing though"

"Yes " I asked, my heart pounding.

"Would he mind if I didn't meet him again? I am ready to meet a guy now but I want to be on an even footing with him when I do and that guy has an advantage over me, he has already seen me naked and brought me off"

"No problem", I promised, I knew with certainty that her friend Sandra too had no desire for Jane to know that it was she who had just left.

You see Sandra had a secret. Although it was true that she would permit no intimacy with another man it had been purely by luck that I had been driving past the city's main gay bar one night and seen her kissing and caressing a pretty young blonde on a night her husband was out of town.

My Wife's First Time



I can't remember why we decided to go to the Peppermint Club that night. When Lois and I travel we like to try something different. Anyway, Lois wanted to have a good time that evening and so did I.

There were lots of clubs in Las Vegas. The Peppermint was one of the nicest, with comfortable booths sporting leather seats, a dance floor and live music. We got there just before 9pm and ordered drinks. Lois had dressed to go out. She looked great in a tight black skirt, pinkish top that showed off her cleavage, and rather racy black high heels that added nicely to her 5'6" frame. At age 48 and 135 pounds, she still maintained a curvy 38D 26 37 figure. The big tits always attracted admiring glances. She wore her reddish hair a bit shorter than she used to.

Most of the people at the club were close to our age, or older. We felt right at home. Since I didn't like to dance, I expected her to find someone to dance with. It didn't take long. The best dancer on the floor was a handsome black man who was dancing with an older white lady. They were very good. We watched them for fifteen minutes until the woman returned to her husband and left. 

The black man looked around for another partner and spotted Lois. She must have looked available because he sauntered over to our booth with a big smile.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Sure," Lois answered. "I'd love to."

They danced together for quite a while. Lois had a sexy way of moving her body that seemed to hold her partner's attention. During the slow dances he held her tight, his hand gripping her waist and occasionally her butt.

As they danced I thought about my recurring fantasy about watching my wife make love to a black man. I had mentioned my fantasy once to Lois, many years before. She laughed and asked why I thought she needed more than I could give her. Since I wasn't really serious, I didn't pursue the idea.

At 50 I was not the lover I had once been. I still loved sex, but I couldn't pound it to my wife like I used to. Not that Lois ever complained. We had a good marriage. As I thought about it, watching them dancing, I wondered whether having another man with Lois might be just the spice to rejuvenate our relationship.

The more I thought about, the more the idea excited me. It had been a long time since Lois and I had done anything new or exciting when it came to sex. This just might be our chance.

They stopped dancing and came over to the booth.

"Hello. I'm Lamar and enjoyed dancing with your pretty wife." He smiled.

"Sit down and join us, please."

"Don't mind if I do."

He sat down next to Lois. We ordered drinks, a beer for me, Scotch for Lois and Lamar. Lois looked flushed and happy from dancing. 

"Have you been long in Las Vegas?" I asked.

"A couple of days. I usually come here three or four times a year. I like the clubs."

"You mean the dancing?" asked Lois.

"Yes, I love to dance. I find nice partners here, too." He smiled at Lois. "You see, I often meet couples like yourselves at the Peppermint Club. The ladies like to dance, and he the husband prefers to watch." He grinned at me.

I shifted in my seat, thinking about that statement.

"Well, I'm glad you like to dance," said Lois.

She got up walked toward the ladies room to powder her nose. 

"Is it just dancing, or do some couples want something more?" I was curious to know.

"You guessed it. Some couples invite me to their rooms and I have a good time with the wife while the husband watches. Maybe you might be interested, John?" He certainly was direct. It was now or never.

"Look, we've never done anything like that before. I've often wondered what it would be like to watch me wife with a black man. I am interested, yes, but only if Lois wants to and I don't think she would do it."

"Leave that to me. I know how to please a lady." His confidence was catching.

Lois came back to the table and resumed her seat. As Lamar had moved closer to the center of the booth she found herself almost touching him.

"Don't you look pretty!" Lamar said to her, admiringly.

"You're just being nice. I'm old enough to be your mother!"

"No way. You can't be a day over 38. And I'm 28."

"Well, I'm older than that. And thank you for the compliment." She beamed at him, pleased at appearing so youthful to a younger man.

He invited her back to the dance floor. This time he danced sensuously, keeping in stride with her writhing rhythm. A slow dance followed. He held her very close, moving his hand up and down her back and bottom. Her big tits were pressed into his chest. I began to think she just might go along with the idea of bringing him to our room.

When they returned, Lamar excused himself and sought out the restroom. Lois took a long quaff from her Scotch. It made her just a bit tipsy.

"He's very nice," said Lois. "Do you like him, too?"

"Yes. He seems to like being with couples. He tells me he's had a lot of experience with couples like us."

"Experience? What do you mean?"

I hesitated a moment, and then decided to go for it.

"If we want him to, he would come with us to our room for a little party."

She shifted in her seat. 

"You mean…."

"Yes. If you would like to have a good time with him, I'd like it, too. I enjoy watching him with you."

"You'd like to watch him have sex with me, John?"

"If you're comfortable, I'd love to watch him fuck you, honey."

"Ohhhh. That would be a new experience!" She took another sip of her drink.

"Exactly. It would be just the thing to spice up our happy marriage, don't you think?"

Before she could answer, Lamar returned. I smiled at him and Lois did do, although a bit nervously. No fool, he knew what we'd been talking about.

"So, what do you think?" he inquired.

"We'd like you to come up to our room for a while, wouldn't we honey?"

Lois gulped. "Yes. I guess so. We could have a nightcap or something." 

Five minutes later we arrived at our room. It was actually a largish suite, with a separate living room and big king-size bed in the sleeping area. As soon as we were in the living room Lamar pulled Lois to him and began kissing her. He embraced her the same way he had on the dance floor and she responded to him.

I saw him kiss her more deeply, his tongue searching out his. He must have known she liked it, because she began to moan. His hands found her rounded bottom and kneaded the cheeks though her thin dress.

"Let's get more comfortable," he said to her. "Maybe John can go and get us some drinks." 

I returned to the Club bar and ordered three drinks. It took quite a while to get them. When I got back to the room, I found my wife stripped to her black stockings, pink bra, pink full-cut panties and high heeled black pumps. Lamar was naked. His huge penis lay in Lois hands. She was staring at it wide eyed, and lightly stroking it. It was nearly stiff, at least nine inches long and very thick. It looked almost twice the size of my prick.

"Suck it for me honey."

I put the drinks down and took a nearby chair to watch Lois suck this big black cock. My wife is a fantastic cocksucker. She took her time, licking him from his balls to the tip of his penis and back. She kneaded his ball sack as she tongued the fat head. He was fully erect now.

She continued to suck his tool, running her pink tongue up and down the shaft. I took off clothes and sat across from them, naked, with my cock in my hand. I shamelessly kneaded it while my wife worked her mouth on our new friend's prick. Lamar seemed completely at ease. He must have seen husband's doing this before.

Lamar reached down and stuck his big hand into the leg opening of my wife's pink panties. H fingered her pussy. Lois writhed with pleasure as he stuck his finger in her wet hole. He reached behind to unhook her bra. He smiled approvingly as her huge breasts fell free from the restraint. 

"I love big tits. Almost as much as I love tight white cunt."

He stood in front of Lois and pushed his penis into her mouth. She took it as deeply as she could, her eyes wide open. He grunted with satisfaction as she slowly tickled his balls and licked his prick. Lamar signaled to me to get him a beer. I quickly dressed and returned to the Club bar. When I returned I found my wife kneeling behind Lamar, licking his asshole. 

"That's a good girl. Lick it for me good." She complied for several minutes. I could see Lamar's big erection throbbing.

Finally he had enough of this and pushed Lois back on the sofa. He slid her frilly panties off and handed them to me. I placed them on my penis and felt their silky softness. Without thinking, I slid them back and forth and over my erection.

Lamar rubbed my wife's slit for a few moments and then pushed her back, raising her legs wide. He took his fat black penis in his right hand and guided it to her cunt hole. With a grunt he shoved it in. Lois gave a sigh as it penetrated her. She must have been very wet. He pushed it in until his balls lapped up against her ass. Then he pulled it almost all the way out a moment and shoved it in again.

"You've got a hot pussy, lady."

She grunted as he fucked her, hard. His steady pumping quickly brought her to her first climax. He didn't pause after she came. He kept pounding her. She came again, this time harder. I'd never seen her so excited. She started to whimper as he kept fucking her with his big snake. She came again, very hard and this time he came with her. My semen erupted into the pink panties as I watched their orgasm. It gave me a wonderful sense of fulfillment. At that moment I knew I loved doing this and would want it again and again.

We extended our stay in Las Vegas for an extra week. Lamar came to us every evening to fuck Lois repeatedly, staying the entire night. What started as a friendly dance became a full-fledged sexual passion. She would do anything for him. I found myself running errands for them while he took her in every position imaginable. She sucked him off, fucked him, let him cum in her face, and finally took her in the ass. My sweet wife was becoming a fuck slut, a whore, a sex toy for this black man. 

I masturbated for hours watching them. I couldn't bet enough of the sight of my wife taking him over and over. The pink panties were covered in cum. 

The fourth day, Lamar arrived with two friends, both black and very young. He evidently thought my wife was perfect for a gangbang. She didn't even protest. Lois simply spread her legs for these blacks as long as they wanted her, which was the whole night. 

Lamar took the role of instructing Lois in the fine art of pleasing black cock. She was a diligent student. First he taught her how to keep sucking the whole shaft while he and his friends spurted their cum down her throat.

"That's a girl, honey. You suck that cock until it comes and then you suck out the cum, like from a baby bottle. Take it deep in your mouth to make it feel good for the man, baby. The man likes to feel that tongue and mouth workin' hard!"

They sent me out for more beer. When I returned, I found Lois on her hands and knees, licking Lamar's asshole while she took a long black cock up her ass. I ripped my clothes off and clutched the pink panties to my cock. Almost immediately I spurted milky cum into them as I saw Lois giving and taking anal joy with these young black men.

My cock was sore from hours of masturbation, but I couldn't stop watching the action. Lois seemed inexhaustible. When they finally finished, Lois and I fell asleep almost immediately. It had been a happy day.

The next afternoon Lamar appeared at our door early. Lois was resting in the bedroom

"I've arranged a party for tonight for your honey," he said. "About 10 of my friends would like to give her a real good time."

"Ten? Wow. I'm not sure she's up to that."

"Don't worry. She'll love it, I'm sure. Just leave it to us. Wouldn't you like to see us gangfuck her?"

I was shocked at his language. At the same time, I felt my penis stiffen. 

"I would like that," I admitted.

"See you at 8."

When I mentioned that Lamar would be over at 8pm with a few of his friends, Lois looked dreamy. I couldn't tell her they planned to gangbang her.

They showed up right on time, all ten of them, including Lamar. I found myself getting beers and helping arrange the furniture to make a big space in the middle of the room where they could "do" her. 

After that it was all a daze to me. I couldn't see the action all the time; there were too many of them. I could hear grunts and interspersed commands.

"Eat it, baby. That's it, lick my cock good."

"Spread that ass for me, slut. Yeah."

"I'm gonna cum in those big white tits. Come here, baby!"

"Squeeze yo' cunt while I cum, girl!"

"Let's double fuck her. Anyone wanna take her cunt while I take her booty"

"I love a white pony girl. This slut is hot!"

These sounds were accompanied by the unmistakable audio of my wife's sexual climaxes, in repeated crescendos. When I finally got a good look, I saw a triple penetration of exquisite eroticism. Three blacks and my lovely wife rocking together in sexual pleasure. For the umpteenth time that week, I shot a load of cum into her soft pink panties.

When it was over, Lois looked up at me and smiled. Cum was dripping from her mouth, vagina and anus. 

"I hope you had as good a time as I did, honey," she said to me. "I love being a slut for black cock!"

I smiled back. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world," darling.



My Wife's First Time



Anne and I had had an almighty row. I had finally broached the subject of swinging and it had not gone down well. She hadn't spoken to me for a couple of days and there was no sign of a thaw in the chill atmosphere.

I had been into sexual deviancy all my life but had never shared it with anyone keeping it strictly between my wanking hand and myself. 

I decided to finally raise the issue with Anne, at the height of our lovemaking I told her how I wished there was another guy to share her with and really fuck her brains out. I got deaf and dumb breakfast for three days. On the Friday night we went out for a prearranged meal and drink with friends and when we got home opened a bottle of brandy and mellowed by the booze talked.

She asked me what I'd meant the other night and I explained how after 30 years of marriage and at the age of 50 I was no longer able to make her squeal when we made love. I told her how I missed the intense sweaty orgasms she used to have when I could keep a hard on half the night. She couldn't believe that I wanted other men fuck her and didn't want other women (perhaps because it wasn't true, I wanted all the cunt I could get).

We went to bed and had a great sex session I told her how lots of blokes would like to get into her knickers and joked about how the knickers themselves would do nothing for them. Anne's underwear is old fashioned and I told her how much I'd like to see her in sexy underwear. She agreed to get some sexy underwear but said that she wouldn't wear cheep uncomfortable rubbish and it would cost me.

The next day we went to a lingerie shop and buy some sexy stuff, she came out with several bags of thong panty sets a basque, fishnet stockings, a teddy and all sorts. The bill was just short of £500. That night I fucked her through a pair of open crotch panties. She made it very clear that this stuff was for my eyes only.

We had a session every night that week, Anne still thought I was some kind of a pervert and questioned me further. When had I started thinking like this? Was sharing her my only fantasy? Was I really not interested in other women? I said no more about sharing except in answer to her questions which were mostly hypothetical. I did go on and on about how much I liked her to dress sexily and suggested she buy some sexy outfits to go over her new sexy underwear. 

She said she was only going to wear her new lingerie at bedtime but found some of it very comfortable and migrated, like much of the female population, to the thong. By the middle of the week she was wearing new bra and panty sets for work. I continued to pester her to buy some new clothes to go with them, she said she might do some shopping in her lunch hour but told me that she wasn't a slut and wouldn't be wearing anything like that outside the house. On Friday I saw a Marks and Spenser bag full of other clothes shop bags in the kitchen bin. On Friday night we went for a drink and got talking to some people, one of whom Anne knew slightly, in a pub in town, two men and two women who were about our age. The woman that Anne knew was a bit overweight and was squeezed into a tight mini skirt with blouse that showed more cleavage than was proper for a woman of her age. The other woman was skinny with a scraggy neck and heavy facial wrinkles she was wearing tight white trousers and a top that looked like they had been sprayed on. Her nipples were clearly visible through the top.

They looked like a right pair of slappers and I was surprised that Anne had had us join them. They were going to a party and asked us if we'd like to go along, it was near closing time, Anne had had quite a bit to drink, was raring to go and agreed immediately. I was sober (driving). I dropped our new friends off at the party which was in a rough part of town and drove home to leave the car and ordered a taxi to take us back to the party. There was a half hour wait.

"Did you see how those girls were dressed, didn't they look great?" I said

"Are you serious?" She said.

"I told you that I like the sexy look."

"I bought some clothes today, that make theirs look tame." She said. "But they are for wearing at home for you."

"Come on Anne go and put them on, knock 'em dead?" She didn't seem too sure. "Look." I said. "You don't really know, Rachael, we probably won't know another sole at the party, go and put on the horniest gear you've got." 

"I didn't buy them for going out in."

"I know you didn't but please, just for me."

She went upstairs and I heard the shower running. I followed her up five minutes later and went into our bedroom and laid out on the bed were a pair of black fishnet stockings, a black basque with red trim, a pair of thong panties and a black leather miniskirt that I hadn't seen before. To say I was excited would be an understatement. 

Anne came down in all the gear, the miniskirt, a pink plunging neck thin cardigan with only three buttons close together blow her breasts that revealed the basque below and above it, heavy make up and a pair of black PVC thigh boots. It made her arse and thighs look even fatter and her waist was too thick for the tight sweater, the cleavage and stocking tops showing made her look like a whore. "Look, I've put it on so I thought you might as well see it but I'm not going out like this, I'm going to get changed."

At that moment the taxi arrived. "Please Anne you look marvellous, everything I've ever dreamed of, just for tonight. Please darling, you can put your big black coat on nobody will see you 'till we get to the party. You are beautiful."

"I look like a prostitute." She said. "I bought this for you to see me in, not for all and sundry."

"Anne, the taxi is waiting, please do this one thing for me, you can leave your coat on at the party if you want, only I will know what you are wearing underneath." Reluctantly she put her coat on and we got into the taxi.

The party was in a terraced house in a council estate (not the best area, a bit rough) we went in armed with a bottle of scotch. There were plenty of people but the place wasn't packed, we started talking to the people from the pub, who were the only other old arses in the place everyone else was younger. The age range was from teenage to forty then our little group at about fifty. The music was very loud and it was difficult to talk.

There were some lovely young things wearing next to nothing but there was no one as sluttish as Anne, she kept her coat on despite it being hot. I kept the drink flowing and I think she relaxed a little but couldn't have been very comfortable in her coat. A new group of people arrived some of whom were in fancy dress. Amongst them was a naughty nurse, a French maid and a woman in a basque. I said to Anne. "You don't look out of place now, how about taking your coat off? You will melt if you don't." 

"You don't give up do you?" She said shaking her head.

"I've had a good look around there's no one here who knows us, who cares what these strangers think?" I said

"Get me another drink and I'll think about it." 

When I came back from the kitchen with the drinks I rejoined the little group of old folks but Anne wasn't there. "She's gone to the toilet." Alison, the skinny piece from the pub, said. "She'll be a while there's a queue." We started taking, it turned out that the four people in the pub were not two couples but four friends who worked together. Anne was quite a while and I was getting on very well with Alison. Anne came back without her coat.

I could sense that she was very self conscious but relaxed after a few more drinks and chatting to Alison and I. I came back from a trip to the toilet and found Anne and Alison dancing with a couple of blokes in their thirties. Alison saw me, said something to her dance partner came over and started dancing with me. I lost sight of Anne for a while and when I saw her again she was standing in the corner with her dance partner, Alison's former dance partner and a gorgeous girl in her twenties wearing a very short strapless dress.

Anne had a glass in her hand and seemed quite comfortable with her new friends. She was talking, laughing and seemingly having a good time. I did a quick calculation of what she had drunk and thought she must be feeling no pain. Alison and I were getting along fine we danced again and joined Annes little group after picking up a couple of drinks. It was too noisy for proper introductions if you wanted to talk to anyone it meant shouting or talking directly into someone's ear.

Anne shouted the names of her friends and Alison and I nodded and smiled at them in turn. Bob went back into conversation with Anne taking into her ear and she would respond into his ear or give a little laugh. I put my arm around Alison she put her arm around me. We looked like three couples.

In a lull in the music Bob said that he lived next door and asked our little group if we'd like to go for a break from the music and to cool down a bit. Anne looked at me, I nodded, the others agreed and we moved towards the front door. I had a moment of inspiration as we stepped outside and whispered to Alison. "I don't fancy this will you stay here with me?" She nodded so I said to group. "Me and Alison will see you later we're going to stay here and have a few dances."

Anne stopped short and scowled at me and seemed to sober right up. I didn't stay for a debate, just turned on my heel and walked back in with Alison on my arm. One of two things were going to happen in the next few moments, either Anne would walk through the door or she wouldn't. She didn't.

Alison and I had a dance and I started to take liberties with her to which she responded positively. I stroked her back, she stroked mine, I squeezed her arse she pulled in closer to me, I kissed her and she kissed me back. I was conscious of the possibility of Anne walking in on us but I had had a lot to drink and had a hard on, consequences were not at the forefront of my mind.

We went to the kitchen for a drink. Alison had hold of my hand and led the way and as I was pouring the drinks she whispered in my ear. "Shall we find somewhere quiet?"

We left the drinks, went upstairs and found an empty bedroom. The only record that we may have broken was a speed record. In less than two minutes I had her trousers off, my cock in her and was cumming my duff. I don't think she was very impressed but I tried to make up for it with a bit of belated foreplay. I told her that the brevity was because she turned me on so much and placated her by telling her that the night was young and I would do a proper job later. She got dressed I put my cock away and we went downstairs, there was no sign of Anne or her friends from next door, it was probably less than ten minutes since I'd seen her.

I was keen to know how Anne was getting on but was already regretting coming downstairs. Now that I had settled down and released the sexual tension I was ready for some proper sex with Alison. She seemed to have lost interest and was already talking to another bloke. Should I go next door? I just didn't know what to do.

Alison was dancing with the bloke she had been talking to so I didn't see much chance of a rematch there. I went outside and across to next door and had a look through the window, bastards, I couldn't see through the tightly drawn curtains. I went around the back but the back room was in darkness, I could see into the brightly lit kitchen but there was nobody in it, what the fuck was I to do?

I hung around the back for a bit then went back inside and did my best not to look like Billy-No-Mates on my own. I waited for almost two hours. Anne had been gone almost two and a half hours. I filled the time talking to people going outside to look through the back windows and drinking. There were only a few people left at the party and I was very drunk when I finally knocked on the door to ask for my wife back.

"She's gone mate, left in a taxi about twenty minutes or half an hour ago." It wasn't Bob it was the other guy wearing just his trousers, I could hear other people in the room behind him several men and I heard a woman laugh.

"OK, thanks very much." I said and the door closed. Bollocks I thought and ordered my own taxi. When I got home Anne was asleep in bed, her clothes on the floor. I was going to do a bit of detective work and sniff her panties but they were not there and weren't in the laundry basket in the bathroom. When I got into bed I felt her arse and she didn't have them on. Drunk as I was my head was swimming and I was a long time getting to sleep.

I woke late in the morning, Anne was already up and I could hear her moving about downstairs. I had my shower got dressed and went down to see her. "Morning sleepy head." She said, all bright and breezy, as I entered the kitchen. "Cup of tea?" I gratefully accepted, she put the kettle on and started talking about plans for the day. We both work full time and Saturday and Sunday need to be organized to get all the weekly jobs done.

I wasn't going to let her get away without telling me about last night. "Sorry I missed you last night but I see you got home alright."

"Yes." She said. "I thought you were only going to have a dance with Alison and then come to Bob's house. I popped back into the party but couldn't see either of you."

"We only had one dance, I was only with Alison for ten minutes or so." I said truthfully.

"So why didn't you come next door?" She asked.

"Oh I don't know, I got talking to some people, the time just zipped by and then it was too late." I lied. "Anyway how come you didn't come back to the party? You were only going for a break from the music and to cool down, I expected you back quite soon."

"I was back 'quite soon' but I couldn't find you and wasn't very happy being on my own and dressed like a tart so I went back to Bob's house."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you have a good time?"

"Not bad. Do you want some toast?"

Ignoring the change of subject I said. "Were there any other people there?"

Persisting with the change she replied. "Yes a few, I'm going to have some bacon with my toast, do you want some?"

"Yes please." I said and then tried to get her to talk with a more open question. "So what did you do at Bob's house?"

She said. "It was really nice, well decorated not tatty like that place next door."

"Was it?" I said. "So, what did you do all night?"

"He had a great hi fi not too loud and a really good sound. We should think about getting a good sound system, we watch too much television. We should listen to more radio and replace some of our old records with CDs."

"So you listened to music. Anything else?"

"I told you there were other people and he had the radio on." She was sounding a bit irritated so I let it go for the moment.

This needed thinking through. If I told her the truth about Alison it would be a disaster if she hadn't done anything to be ashamed of in Ben's house. If she had done something, telling her about Alison would get everything out in the open and be the start of a new swinging lifestyle. What had she done for two hours in that house that she couldn't tell me about? I had told her enough about my desires for her to know that I would be pleased if she had started something.

We had breakfast and went out together to do some banking, grocery shopping and one or two other jobs. I started again in the car. "You looked really good last night."

"You told me that last night before we went out." She said. "I didn't want to wear that outfit outside, you know that don't you? I only bought it for you." 

"Yes I know you didn't and I was grateful that you wore it for the party. I was so proud of you when you took your coat off."

"Proud of me! Neil, I looked like a prostitute?" She was staring at me now and went on. "I can see why you might like me to dress up as sexy prostitute, schoolgirl, policewoman or whatever, what I struggle with is why you would want other people to see me like that."

She'd asked a crucial question and I didn't have a good answer all I knew was that her being a slut turned me on.

"I don't know Anne but I loved it when you were the sexiest woman at that party and loved it even more when you were dancing with Bob."

"But Neil that doesn't make sense."

"I know it doesn't but it's true. I can show you thousands of letters, articles and stories from men who feel exactly the same way as me and I'm sure it doesn't make sense to them either." I wanted to know what happened last night and continued. "What did Bob and his mates think of your outfit? Do you think they liked it?"

"Yes they said they did." She paused and then said. "They are not people like us, they are very different from us."

"Did they upset you?"

"It was you who upset me Neil. You left me with them and went off with that girl Alison. That wasn't right, you know, I didn't know what to think." Her voice was faltering this wasn't easy for her.

"I'm sorry Anne the last thing I wanted to do was upset you. You seemed to be getting on so well with Bob I thought you would be alright with him." I said. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure I want to talk about it."

"Did they hurt you?"

"No."

"Did they insult you?"

"No."

"How many were there?"

"They kept coming and going, the girl only stayed a few minutes and left with Mike, four more men came, one of them left shortly after then some people arrived as I was leaving. There may have been others, I was very drunk."

"So it was just you and four men for most of the night?"

"Yes." She said and started sobbing.

I pulled the car over and put my arm around her, I felt terrible this was not what I wanted at all. I had screwed up badly and poor Anne was suffering for it. Nothing good had come out of the game I was playing. I had behaved like an arsehole.

"I didn't want to do it Neil. It was you, you set me up."

"I know, I'm sorry it was all my fault. Were they horrible to you?"

"No they weren't. It was me Neil, it was me. I should never have gone there, you shouldn't have left me like that."

We sat there for a while, her sobbing stopped and we decided to go home and forget the Saturday morning jobs. I was no wiser about what had happened in Bob's house but it seemed that it was not what they had done but what Anne herself had done that had upset her.

We got home and sat across the kitchen table with a coffee. We had hardly spoken on the drive home. I looked at her and smiled. "Better?" I said.

"I suppose."

I had a speech planned out in my head and launched into it. "I don't know what happened last night, you can tell me about it or not tell me about it and that's OK. None of this is your fault or your doing. If something horrible happened, I'm very sorry, if you enjoyed yourself and now regret it, all I can say is please don't regret it because I'm happy that you enjoyed yourself. Did something horrible happen?"

She looked down into her coffee mug and answered. "No."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"At the time I did." She said.

"And now you regret it?"

"Yes I do." She said.

"Anne you have nothing to be ashamed of, look at me." She raised her eyes out of the coffee mug and looked at me. I continued. "Say it Anne, I've done nothing to be ashamed of."

She stared at me for a moment, I mimed my encouragement and she said it. "I've done nothing to be ashamed of."

"Good on you Anne. No more being upset, blaming yourself or regrets, is that a deal?"

She nodded, smiled and seemed to brighten up immediately.

"We need never see those people again or we can enjoy ourselves with them as we like it's up to us. No it's up to you, you never have to do anything you don't want to." I said. Just then the phone rang. I got up to answer it. It was a man asking for Anne. I brought the phone over, handed it to her and sat down again.




My Wife's First Time



Hello." She said and then turned bright red, I had never seen her blush so quickly or deeply. I could only hear her side of the conversation. "No I can't...Yes I know but...Last night was last night...I know what I said but...No Bob it's just not..."

I caught her eye and mouthed. "What does he want?" She shook her head. "Is it Bob from last night?" She nodded looked away and carried on listening to the caller.

"Look I have to go." She said.

"Anne, Anne, don't hang up, what does he want?" I said panicking.

"Hang on a minute." She took the phone from her ear and covered the mouthpiece with her hand. "Neil I can't."

"Can't what?" I said

"I'll tell you later."

"Tell me now. Let him wait." I didn't want her to put the phone down.

"Alright, there are a group of them watching some match or other on the television at his friend's house tonight and last night I said I would serve drinks. He wants to know if I'm still doing it. I've told him I can't."

"Of course you can, I told you, it's up to you. Ask him if I'm invited."

"Neil no."

"Why not?" I said.

"Neil, I told him I had a naughty waitress outfit." I gave her a puzzled look. "It's upstairs, I bought it yesterday with the other stuff."

"Did you tell him you'd wear it tonight?" I said.

"Yes I did. I was drunk. There will be a lot of men there tonight I can't do it."

"Look." I said. "You said it yourself, you enjoyed yourself last night and we agreed there would be no regrets. There's nothing to be ashamed of in going there tonight. Ask him if I'm invited."

"Neil." She said and sat there biting her lip.

After a long pause I said. "Go on ask him if I can come...Please Anne, ask him."

She put the phone back to her ear. "Hello, still there. Can my husband come with me?...I don't know I'll ask him. Why do you want to come?"

"I want join in and watch the match." I said.

"He says he wants to join in and watch the match. No I don't think he'll cause trouble." She said this looking me in the eye and mimed writing, I grabbed the message pad off the worktop and held the pen waiting to write down what she said. She spoke the address followed by a phone number out laud and I wrote them down. "About eight O'clock then... OK, goodbye." She put the phone down on the table in front of her.



My wife Anne and I have been swinging for about two years now. I was the one that first initiated it, and Anne had reluctantly agreed. Even now, I think she does it more for me than for herself. She's a good wife, and she wants to please me. Don't get me wrong, I think she enjoys herself, but she'd be content with just me. We are an attractive couple in our late twenties. I'm 6'2", 180 pounds, with a slim build, and a nice 7 or 8" cock. Anne is about 5'4", 130 pounds. She has short brown curly hair and a nice, curvaceous body, with 34C tits and a hot soft, round ass. We've never had a problem meeting people, but just like most swingers would tell you, for every attractive person you find, there's five that aren't attractive.

Anne and I were at our normal swing club one evening when we were approached by a middle-aged couple. The man introduced himself as Dennis and his wife as Susan. They were both very attractive. Dennis was a tall, slender man with a clean-cut look. He had salt and pepper hair, though mostly still black and appeared to be well-built. Susan too had some gray mixed in with her dark hair, and was also well-built. She had large breasts and a soft-shapely figure to go with a lovely, slightly-wrinkled face. Dennis proceeded to tell us that he was the founder of a very successful swing club that met at a mansion on the outskirts of town. It sounded to be a high-class establishment that offered just about everything a swinger would want. He explained to us that all of the members are hand-picked by them and a few other "scouts". He said that they try to have a diverse crowd; something for everybody. He gave us his business card and invited us out the next Saturday.

Anne and I talked it over, and she wasn't very into it. I tried to convince her that it would be better since we'd find attractive people more easily, but she still wasn't nearly as gung ho as I was. Eventually she relented and I called Dennis to let him know that we would attend.

For someone that was against the idea, Anne sure did get dolled up. She wore a long, slinky silver dress that accentuated all of her positive attributes. She also wore much more make-up than usual, and she looked incredible. 

It was only a ten minute drive from our house. We found the address and saw a huge brick mansion with a guard at the gate. He took our name and allowed us to enter. We parked our car and rang the doorbell. Dennis answered, dressed in a tux. "Glad you two could make it." He said. After giving us a full tour of the club, Dennis invited us into his office. "So, what do you two think?" He asked. "Would you like to join?"

After that tour, we were both ready to burst with anticipation. "Sign us up!" I exclaimed.

"Great!" He answered. "I believe I mentioned the fees when we spoke before. There's a $1000 entry fee, and a $500 yearly fee, so I'll need $1500 from you."

I took the cash from my wallet and handed it to Dennis.

"I also think it's only fair to let you know about the initiation." He told us. "Each new member must go through one. I can't tell you any details, but these are the rules: You may say no at any point, and it will stop. You will be refunded your money and escorted out. I will tell you that there have been walkouts in the past, but only a few. Most people stick it out, knowing all that we have to offer upon completion. Are both of you okay with this?

"I am" I answered. Anne didn't answer right away. We both looked in her direction. She looked at me with trepidation. I just smiled at her reassuringly, and then she agreed. 

"Great, welcome aboard Jake and Anne. I know you'll just love it with us." Dennis told us. "Now let's get started."

Dennis led us out of the office and into a connecting room. We were followed by Dennis' wife Susan, whom we'd met during the tour. Susan took Anne's hand, and Dennis put his hand on my shoulder. "Anne, you stay here with Susan, and Jake, you come with me." Dennis said.

Dennis led me through a door into the next room. This room had a large window with a view of the room we'd just left. It reminded me of the room you see in the movies when the cops are watching an interrogation. "Jake, you're initiation will begin following Anne's." Dennis told me. "For now, you must sit here and watch." I nodded and sat down. Dennis went to join Anne and Susan. 

From the room I was in, I could hear everything they were saying. "Anne, just relax and enjoy." Susan said. "Please trust us that you are totally safe here and that nothing bad will happen to you. Remember, if at any time you want it to stop, just speak up, but don't forget the consequences."

I knew Anne couldn't have been happy about this, and I really appreciated that she was going through with this for me. 

"Okay Anne, let's get started." Dennis told her. "Please lie back on the bed and spread your arms and out wide." Anne did as she was told. The bed was very tall, and she had to climb up on it. It also was only half the normal length of a bed, so Anne only fit on it down to her waist; her arms and feet dangling off the edge. Dennis went over a cabinet with drawers and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a black blindfold and handed it to his wife. Susan reached behind Anne and tied the blindfold tight over her eyes. She checked to make sure that Anne couldn't see it and turned back to her husband. Dennis now handed her a pair of what looked like plush covered handcuffs. They were, and Susan proceeded to cuff Anne's arms to the headboard. She then reached down and took off Anne's shoes and placed them in the far corner of the room. Dennis proceeded to pull out another pair of cuffs and pulled Anne to the edge of the bed and tied her legs to the footboard. Anne was completely vulnerable in this position; her arms spread out wide and cuffed to the headboard, and her legs spread and tied to the footboard; her crotch at the very edge of the bed.

"Anne, are you ready to begin?" Dennis asked.

Anne took a big gulp and replied, "Yes."

Dennis then exited the room. Susan moved to the side of the bed and placed her lips on Anne's. She soon pushed her tongue deep into my wife's mouth as her hand roamed down to Anne's breasts. She began pinching her nipples through her dress as they kissed. I could see that Anne was returning the kiss, which I took as a good sign. Susan moved her hand up above Anne's dress and pushed it back down under her dress and resumed playing with her tits. Anne hadn't worn a dress, so her tits were now exposed. I could hear Anne moan as Susan pleased her. A naked man then entered the room. He moved to the other side of the bed and placed his mouth on my wife's tit. I saw Anne try to look over at the new person, but she obviously couldn't see anything. The man then replaced Susan's mouth on Anne's. As he began kissing her, my wife moved her mouth away and pushed her cheek against his, obviously realizing that this was a man. She moved her mouth back to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. About a minute or so later, another man entered the room. He replaced Susan on my wife's tit, and then took the other man's place on my wife's mouth. Susan moved to the foot of the bed. Because of the height of the bed, Susan bent down and pushed the bottom of my wife's dress up until it was bunched up just below her naked tits. Susan began kissing Anne's panty-covered pussy. Anne had worn her hottest little black lacy panties. As Susan kissed them, Anne began to squirm around on the bed. Susan continued the teasing for only a minute or so. She was replaced by another naked man. 

There were now three naked men in the room along with Susan, and they were all having their way with my helpless wife. Susan walked up to the head of the bed. The man next to her lifted her up and put her on the bed with Anne. She pulled her dress up above her waist, exposing her panty-less pussy. She straddled my wife and placed her pussy right above Anne's nose and mouth. I could see Anne moving her head trying to find out what was near her. Susan made sure to stay just out of reach. The man that was standing at the foot of the bed reached up and pushed Anne's panties to the side, and then placed his mouth on her pussy. As he began eating her, Susan lowered herself onto my wife. Anne's mouth was now covered by her pussy. Anne had no choice but to eat her and I soon saw her tongue darting into Susan's pussy. Susan cried out as Anne began licking her clit. I have been told by more than one woman that Anne is an excellent pussy-licker, and she seemed to be having an effect on Susan. Susan seemed to really be enjoying herself; crying out in joy. She slowly began moving her pussy back and forth over my wife's mouth. The three men then pulled back from Anne, and were joined by two more naked men. The first man that had entered the room began stroking himself and moved towards Anne. He grabbed her panties, which were down by her knees, and ripped them right off, exposing her full brown bush. He placed his cock just inches from her pussy, stroking himself to a full erection. When he was fully hard, he abruptly thrust into her. I could hear Anne's muffled yell as she felt him enter her. As the man picked up his pace fucking her, Anne also picked up the pace licking Susan's pussy. Susan was becoming very vocal, screeching with delight. Susan soon screamed out as she climaxed. She climbed down off of Anne and the bed and exited the room. The man that was fucking Anne pulled his cock from her pussy and climbed onto the bed above her. He straddled her chest and placed his cock on her mouth. Anne stuck out her tongue and began licking the head. She then gradually began taking more and more of it into her mouth until he was totally enveloped. 

Another man stepped up to Anne's pussy and entered her. He was slightly larger than the first man and again Anne yelled out as he penetrated her. She was now blowing one man as another fucked her. The man that Anne was blowing soon began making louder and louder noises. Anne pulled her head back from the man's cock and cried out, "Not in my mouth!" The man obliged and began jerking himself, then covering her chest and neck with his come. That man climbed off her and watched as the man that was fucking her moved up to her mouth. Again she accepted him into her mouth and again, another man moved up to her pussy. This man too, was larger than the previous one. He was also slightly larger than me. This was now the third man that had fucked my wife. I was happy to see that Anne was embracing all of this, even though she had been so against it at first. After only a minute or so, the man that Anne was blowing pulled out of her mouth and covered her tits with his jizz. The men again repeated the process and an even bigger man entered her pussy. He had to be at least 10" long! He took his time entering her previously tight pussy and Anne's face strained as her pussy accepted him. The man began slamming into her harder and harder and she began yelling out. Even though she had a cock stuffing her mouth, I could hear her screaming with delight, and probably a little pain. Both men that were inside her pulled out at about the same time and covered her stomach and tits with their sperm. The last man in the room that hadn't fucked Anne was a very tall, very muscular black man. Unlike the others, he was wearing a robe. He began rubbing himself through the robe, and then turned to the window, looking right at me as he disrobed. 

"Holy shit!" I thought. He had the biggest cock I'd ever seen. He was well over a foot long and as thick as I'd ever seen. He looked like a monster! He gave himself a few tugs so I could see, then turned and headed towards my wife. Poor Anne had no idea what she was in for next. The behemoth stood in front of her, his tool only an inch from her hole. He placed the huge head on her lips, and then slowly pushed in. As he entered her, she let out a blood-curdling scream. He slowly eased his snake into her. Anne was crying out in anguish constantly. I thought for sure she would stop him, but she didn't. I could see her pussy stretching out to accept him. He had to move very slowly for her to accommodate him, and he finally stopped when he was about three-quarters of the way into her. He slowly pulled back, and then slammed into her. She again cried out; tears and mascara streaming down her face. The man fucked her relentlessly despite her obvious discomfort. The other four men moved to the side of the bed and began jerking themselves off. The man that had fucked her first climbed back on top of her and forced his cock into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and started pulling her into him as he slammed his cock deep into her mouth. I could still hear her crying out, though it was somewhat muffled. I wanted to stop it, but I found that the room I was in was locked. 

Finally, the giant that was slamming her let out a low moan as he emptied himself deep inside her. Her pussy made a slurping noise when he was completely free of her. His come overflowed her pussy and was dribbling down her lips. As the other men covered her stomach with their some, the man she was blowing held her head tight over him, so he could shoot in her mouth. When he pulled his cock from her mouth, she yelled out, "Get your fucking cocks over here!"

They obliged and she opened her mouth, and licked each and every one of them clean. As the men exited the room, I had a clear look at Anne. Her whole body was beet red and covered with sweat. She also was covered with load after load of come all over her stomach and tits. Both her pussy and mouth were dripping with it, her bush matted with the milky-white liquid. Dennis entered the room and undid the cuffs, but Anne didn't even flinch. She was so worn out from the fucking that she just lay there. Dennis opened the door and entered my room. "Well, did you enjoy the show?" He asked.

"I have to admit it, I kind of did." I told him.

"I'll tell you what, since you're wife was such a good sport about it, we'll take it easy on you." Dennis said. "Usually we make you fuck and be fucked by a man. For you we'll just make it sucking instead of fucking."

I stood there in silence. I had never been with a man in any way. I had absolutely no desire to do it now, in fact, I wanted to leave. 

"Don't forget what your wife just went through." Dennis reminded me. "Is a blowjob all that bad?

He was right, I knew. Anne had been a real trooper and she had done it for me. By the end of it though, I was sure that she was enjoying it. Did I want to deprive her of being in the club? I couldn't; I just couldn't.

"Okay then, I'll do it." I told him. "Just don't let it be that monster that just fucked Anne.

"Don't worry, we wouldn't do that to you, but since there's no fucking, I'm not giving you a blindfold. You'll have to look him in the eye." He told me. Dennis left the room, and another man entered. He was a younger man, about my age. He was about 6' tall, with short black hair, and a muscular build. He was completely naked and sporting a hard-on that was about the size of mine, 7 or 8". He walked towards me and pushed me down on my knees, my face just inches from his cock. I closed my eyes, and tried to think of anything but what I was about to do. I leaned forward and placed my lips on the tip. It felt so weird and so nasty, but I knew I had no choice. I opened my mouth and took him in me. Of course, this asshole had to moan as my mouth covered him, reminding me once more what I was doing. I decided that the easiest way to do this was to try to get him off as quickly as possible. I bobbed my head up and down over his shaft at a rapid pace. He was still very vocal, moaning as I sucked him off. It felt so weird having a cock in my mouth. I wanted this to end now! He grabbed the back of my head and began moving my mouth around his cock in a circular motion. He began moaning louder and louder and I knew he was about to come. I pulled my mouth away and replaced it with my hand. I turned my head to the side and jerked him off.

"Sorry buddy, but the rules are that I have to shoot in your mouth." He told me.

"Shit!" I thought. Again, I took him in my mouth. I left my hand jerking him and licked around the tip and underside of his cock. A few seconds later he groaned louder than before and I felt his cock spasm. I braced myself and soon felt his hot juice fill my mouth. It tasted like phlegm I thought. I turned my head to the side and spit out every drop I could.

For some disturbing reason, I was still hard. He joined me on the floor and laid me back. His mouth hovered above me for a second, and then I felt his warmth surround me. I have to admit, the inside of his mouth felt just like a woman. He must have been gay because he used his tongue as much as a woman. I kept trying to speed things up, imagining that this was a beautiful woman sucking me off. It was to no avail though, and I was struggling to come. He reached one of his hands down and began playing with my balls. That did it, and I emptied into the back of his throat. He gagged a little as I dumped my load in his mouth. Unlike me, he swallowed every last drop. 

Dennis re-entered the room, with Susan and Anne in tow, and welcomed us into the club. Anne and I both agreed that we'd had enough for the evening, but told our hosts that we'd be back next weekend, since we were eager to enjoy the fruits of our labor.

When we got in the car, there was an awkward silence. Finally Anne spoke up, "You know I was so fucking pissed at you at first, but as I sucked and fucked those guys, I enjoyed it more and more each minute. Now I can't wait for next time!"




My Wife's First Time



"I'm glad you enjoyed it, because that was fucking awful for me!" I said.

"Oh come on, you can admit it. Did you like having his cock in your mouth? Did you like having yours in his mouth?" She quizzed me.

"No, no, no." I said. "This club better be all they say for that price!"

I'm not a gay-basher or anything, but it's just not for me. I like the gentleness that a woman offers. Now, I was

Neil pulled into the first motel he found, it was late and he had been driving all day. After checking in, he went to the room and tossed his suitcase on the desk and flopped on the bed. Neil was on the road for one reason, he just left his wife of eight years and his kids, a son and a daughter. 

The problem wasn't with them, it was him. For years now, he's been struggling with his inner self about his sexuality. Anne, his wife, was a very beautiful woman. At twenty-eight her figure was fantastic even after bearing two children. They have been arguing at night in the privacy of their bedroom about his lack of desire for her and she was left to think that he was cheating on her. Many times Neil wanted to tell her that it wasn't her, it was just that he no longer was effected by her body, it didn't "turn him on". 

Just last night during a very loud verbal argument, Neil finally sat down and calmly tried to explain what was happening to him. He showed her that it wasn't her fault at all and that he would rather look at some guy in the shower, then her naked. Anne tried to listen to him explain, but she felt like half a woman now that he had told her and she asked him to move out, so they could both get on with their lives. 

Neil didn't know where to go, he just knew it was best that he left and just drove west. Now he was in a motel, alone and wondering where he was going to go. His stomach started to growl on him and he realized he had not stopped to eat since breakfast. He lifted the phone and got the front desk, "Is there any place nearby to get some food?" 

The man said, "Closest place would be "Quincy's", good food, but its kind of a hochie-coochie establishment." 

"Okay, Thank You," Neil said as he hung up. 

He got in his car and drove up the road and saw the large flashing "Quincy's" sign and pulled into the parking lot. The lot was pretty full and he was lucky to find a spot. As he walked alongside of the building, he saw marques showing some of the dancers that were featured inside and it didn't effect him in the least, he was just hungry. 

Entering, he was greeted and was told there was a ten dollar cover charge, which he paid, then asked about the food. 

"Got a good deal on a eighteen ounce t-bone steak, baked potato and salad," the man said. 

"Sounds good to me, I'm hungry," Neil said. 

He went through the inner door and found himself a table, and checked out his surroundings. All the waitresses were dressed in gowns which revealed a lot of cleavage and cut up high on each side to expose their legs too. The dancer on stage was down to her panties and was really giving the customers their monies worth. Her breasts had tassels on them and they were twirling in circles as she moved. 

His waitress arrived, "Hi! I'm Sharon, I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I start by getting you something to drink?" 

"Yes please, bring me a scotch on the rocks, make it a double and be sure they use Dewer's." 

"Yes Sir, be right back with your drink." 

Neil watched the sway of her ass as she walked away and felt a slight chill. Thinking to himself, Now why her, hell Anne is better looking than her, but why did I just get that feeling? He sat in his chair and soon she was walking with his drink in her hand. He checked her out and realized that he was looking right at her breasts, when she bent down to place his drink on the table. 

She seemed to be holding that pose for longer than necessary. His cock started to get hard. As she straightened up, she looked at his face and said, "Can I interest you in something to eat?" 

He watched as her pinky finger went to her breast and moved slowly over the swell of her left breast. She was getting to him for some reason. 

"Ah..Yes please! I'd like the T-bone dinner." 

"Oh that's my favorite here, she said. How would you like that cooked?" 

"Medium well please." 

"Okay, I'll put the order in for you, by the way I didn't get your name." 

"Neil, Neil Pullman." 

"Well Neil, anything you want or need tonight, ask me. And I do mean anything too."

For some reason, Neil was starting to sweat just a little as he looked into her face. His cock, for the first time in years was hard as a rock from looking at a woman. 

Sharon was considered to be "a looker" in her circles. Her long red hair, which reached to the middle of her back. It was silky and the lights made her hair sparkle. She had deep green eyes and a perfect face. She was about five-seven in height and her body appeared to be sculpted. As she left to put his order in, he lifted his drink and he could not take his eyes off of her. 

Neil watched her as she went to other tables around him and she stopped by his and said, "Can I re-fill that drink for you?" 

"If you would, please." Bending down, she lifted his glass and let him get a good look at her breasts before going to the bar. When she returned to the table, she did the same thing, but this time she whispered to him, "Do you like them Neil?" 

He was caught, but he stammered, "Yes, yes I do as a matter of fact." 

"Would you like to see me dance Neil? I can dance for you if you want me to." 

"I think I'd like that, how much is it?" 

"Ten for one dance, but I can do three for twenty- five." 

"Just one for now, would that be okay?" 

"Sure Neil, we have all night if you want." 

When the next song started, Sharon stood right next to him and she started to gyrate her hips and thrusting her breasts at him. Soon she reached behind her and slid a zipper down and let the dress top fall to her waist. 

Neil was mesmerized by her. When she brought her breasts out for him to see, he had to take a quick swallow of his drink. They were beautiful, at a 38C cup, perfectly round topped with the nicest nipples he had ever seen. 

As she continued to dance, her hands were all over her breasts, making her nipples hard and putting them just short of his face. All to soon for Neil, the song ended, but he paid her and she replaced her top and zipped the dress up. 

Taking the ten dollars, she said, "Let me check on your food Neil." 

Walking away to get the food, Neil had to reposition his cock in his pants. All this bothered him. For years, he hasn't been able to get an erection with his wife. Now this woman has got him so hard, he may just cum in his pants. Of course he always liked a nice pair of tits, but at the gym, he liked looking at other guy's cocks as they showered in the open shower area. Now that has always put a charge into his cock and he had to sit with a towel over him until the guys left. 

More often that not, he'd run into a stall and sit on the commode and jack off, thinking about all those swinging cocks he saw. He wanted to stick one in his mouth and taste it. He really wanted to swallow a load of cum from a spurting cock. This is what had excited him in the past. So why has Sharon got this hold on him? He couldn't figure it out. 

He caught her in the corner of his eye, as she returned to the table with his food. Again bending over and showing off her breasts. She took her time taking the plates off the tray and she smiled at him. "I hope you enjoy your food Neil. Did you like the way I danced for you?" 

"Yes Sharon, I did indeed, your very beautiful." 

Leaning down again, she said, "would you like to be able to hold them in your hands and suck on my nipples?" 

"Yes, I'd like that, I'd like that very much." 

Still bent down, she said, "Is your cock hard Neil? I like a nice hard cock. Would you let me suck your hard cock?" 

All Neil could do was nod his head yes. "Good, cause I can get off in an hour and then we can have some fun together. I'll be back to dance for you again in a little while, enjoy your meal." 

Neil gobbled down the food in front of him and soon she was there again, taking his glass to get him another drink. 

"My nipples are hard thinking about me sucking on you Neil, can I dance for you again?" 

"Yes, please, I want to see your breasts again." 

"Okay, let me fill your drink and I'll be back to keep your cock good and hard." 

When she left his sight, he noticed other girls dancing at tables for their customers, but none of them did anything for him like Sharon did. Returning to his table, Neil handed her fifty dollars and told her not to leave again until she was off of work. 

"Oh you sweet, sweet man, I've got a little under thirty minutes now, this should keep me busy until quitting time." 

At the start of the next song, she once again danced for him, teasing him with one breast, then the other. Her dress clung to her hips but from her waist up, he was held captive. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, but he didn't move to touch her at all. 

After her last dance, she checked her watch and said, "okay, let's square the bill for the drinks and food and then I'll be able to leave. You can wait for me in the parking lot, okay." 

He counted out the money, handed it to her and stood up to go outside and wait for her. Sharon looked down and saw how hard his cock was pushing against his pants. 

Looking into his eyes, she said, "I'll take good care of that soon enough," as the back of her hand brushed against his hard dick. 

Neil walked outside and the cool night air felt good on his face. He stood in the lot and waited. After twenty minutes he was going to go back inside and see what was keeping her, but he heard a voice behind him coming from a VW Bug. 

"Neil, I'll follow you to your place, okay?" 

"Okay," he said as he walked to his car and drove to the motel. She pulled in right along side of him and locked her car and he looked at her. She had changed into some tight pants, heels and a white button down shirt that was opened from the first two buttons. 

Unlocking the door to his room, he apologized for not having anything to drink, as he had not been there long before going to Quincy's. 

"There's only one thing here I want to drink Neil and it don't come in no bottle," as she sat him on the bed. 

She reached out for his belt and unbuckled it, pulling it out of the loops and tossing it aside. Next she unsnapped his button and pulled the zipper down and then she pulled his shoes off and let them drop onto the floor. Reaching up again, her hands went inside of his pants and she held both sides of his cock in her palms. 

"Mmmmmmm Neil, this is what I want. Tell me what you want me to do Neil. What is it you want?" 

"Suck my cock Sharon, I want you to suck my cock and let me cum in your mouth." 

She smiled at him and said, "Yes Neil, I want to shove you cock deep into my mouth and down my throat. I want to feel your cum coating my mouth and flowing down my throat too." 

She pulled on his pants and brought them down his legs as he slipped his shirt over his head. On her knees between his legs, she lowered her mouth to the large hard cock under his briefs. Turning her head to the side, she took his shaft in her mouth and lightly pressed her teeth on it. Her hand came up and cupped his nut sack and then she took his briefs in her teeth and with her hands pulled them down his legs. 

Sharon's eyes brightened as she looked at the eight inches of hard cock that had sprung from under his briefs. 

"Oh my God Neil, that is such a beautiful cock, I am going to enjoy this very much." 

Her hand held his cock to her face and she flicked her tongue over the tip and brought the pre cum to her lips and she savored all he gave. Soon the mushroomed her was in her mouth and her tongue circled it. Pulling her mouth off his dick, she licked under the head and then she went from his scrotum all the way up his shaft and back down again, sucking on his balls. She had one large ball in her mouth, rolling it with her tongue, as she pumped his cock with her hand. She sucked the other ball and then lifted the sack and licked underneath it, almost tonguing his asshole. 

All Neil could do was lay on the bed and revel in what Sharon was doing to him. Amazed at just the fact that he was able to maintain an erection. Sharon slowly licked up the vein of his cock and once again had his cock in her mouth. She loved sucking cocks more than anything and this cock was nice and big. 

Taking in more and more of his cock, she finally had the entire thing in her mouth and pushing down her throat. She worked her tongue all over Neil's dick as her head moved up and down the shaft. Popping the large head in and out of her mouth several times, she was devouring this treat. 

"Sharon, Oh God Sharon, I'm gong to cum." 

"Yes Neil, cum, Give me all of it." 

She began to pump his shaft with her hand and her mouth, waiting for her reward. Neil's cock felt like a bomb going off when he shot the first load into her mouth. "MMMMMMMMM," was all she said. 

Again and again he blasted off and she took all of it without missing a single drop. She loved the feeling of the spurts hitting the back of her throat and the sweet taste of his cum. She held his cock in her mouth until he started to soften, then she backed off of it and planted kisses all over him flaccid cock and scrotum before she reached her blouse and unbuttoned it to release her breasts. 

Again Neil was admiring her beautiful round breasts, only this time he placed his hands on them and kneaded those mounds. He kissed each nipple and then took one into his mouth and sucked on it. That nipple was hard and about half an inch long and thick. He savored the flavor of her breast and then moved to the other, To his surprise he started to get hard again, so Sharon reached down and she took it in her hand and pumped it. 

Leaning down a little she said, "Fuck me Neil, fuck me in the ass please?" 

With his mouth still attached to her breast, he nodded yes. 

Sharon moved back from him and moved to the wall and shut off the light switch. The room was thrown into a pitch black void. Sharon made her way to the bed and as she did, she removed her pants completely and dropped her panties to the floor. 

Neil was waiting there and he felt her get on the bed and get on her hands and knees. Moving behind her, he felt her ass and fingered her anal passage. Then he inserted a second finger and then a third. He spread her passage wide with his hand, so his cock wouldn't tear her open. Feeling like she was ready, Neil positioned himself and placed the head of his dick at the entrance. 

It took a little pushing, but his cock head finally popped into her ass. A little more effort and he was going in smoothly. She was so fucking tight, it almost hurt him. He pulled out a little and spit on his hand and coated his shaft and slid himself back inside. 

"Dam Neil, it feels like your using a log back there." 

"Do you want me to stop," he asked? 

"No, No, I want you to cum in my ass Neil." 

With that, Neil moved once again in and out of her tight squeezing ass. It seemed that the more he pumped his cock into her, the tighter she got. Both his hands were kneading her ass cheeks and he moved one hand around her and was going to play with her pussy, but he was surprised again that evening. 

Sharon didn't have a pussy, she had a cock that was at least seven inches long and hard as a rock. 

At first, he wanted to stop, then he thought about all cocks he had been admiring in the showers, so he wrapped his hand around it and started to pump her cock while he rammed her ass with his dick. The more he fucked her ass, and stroked her cock, he began to really get excited and he began to cum in her ass. 

"God Neil, Oh God that feels so good." When he stopped cuming, he pulled out of her ass and flipped her body onto the bed so she was on her back. Neil spread her legs and he brought his face to Sharon's hard dick. 

For the first time in his life, he such a hard cock into his mouth. He slipped the purple head in and lavished it with his tongue for a little while. Moving his hand to the shaft, Neil held it up and he lowered his mouth and took in a little more of Sharon's hard rod. With his other hand he felt for her tit and squeezed it softly in his hand as he again played with her nipple. 

The combination of playing with her breast and sucking on her cock at the same time was so thrilling to him, he gave everything he had to satisfying her. 

Sharon was so happy that he didn't try to kill her for the deception, as that is what normally happened when they find out she was a he. She had made plenty of trips to the hospital for all the cuts and broken ribs she got. But Neil was different. He was doing a great job in getting her to cum. 

"Neil, Neil, Oh God Neil," was all she could say. 

Neil had been able to take half of her cock into his mouth, but his hand was making up for the rest as he moved up and down her shaft. He felt her rod start to swell just a little as Sharon's cum ran up the shaft. She let loose with all that she could as Neil sucked down what he could. His mouth filled quickly and he had to come off of her, but he swallowed the juicy cum she gave to him as the rest splattered on his chin and chest. 

Sharon pulled him up her body and she kissed him, tasting her cum on his lips. She held his head in her hands and began to cry at the same time. Neil held her in his arms and let her cry. 

When she finished crying she said, "I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from." 

He didn't say anything, he just leaned in closer and kissed her again. During the night both discussed they're sexual problems and found that they would make the perfect couple. The next day Sharon went to Quincy's and quit her job and then she sold her car. She packed her clothes, told the landlady she was leaving and wouldn't be back. Neil took all her stuff, packed it into his car and they both headed for California.



My Wife's First Time



This is an account that my wife told me when we had been married for several years. It is about her first proper experience of sex, which was with her father. Sadly it was only after he had passed away that she felt able to tell me, because she was afraid of what my response might be. Up till that point I was under the impression that I was the first and only man to have fucked her. 

Susan.

The events I am going to describe took place not long after my eighteenth birthday, and just before the beginning of the school spring term.

Over Christmas Daddy had suddenly announced that it was about time he redecorated the spare bedroom, which, as he was very thorough about these things, meant stripping off the old wallpaper, thoroughly cleaning the bare walls and all the paintwork, and making good any holes and cracks before finally repainting and putting up new wallpaper. I offered to help him, as I often had done in the past, but he only said yes once I had assured him that I had finished all the schoolwork we had been set for the holidays.

So on the second day of the new year off we went to the decorators store where he held an account to choose the paint and paper - this was before the days of do-it-yourself superstores. I was very excited because he had said that I could choose the colours and wallpaper pattern. He explained that this was because I would need to move out of my small bedroom into something bigger when I started my physiotherapy course in the autumn, and that he intended to fit out the spare bedroom as a study bedroom for me. This made me even more excited, especially because it showed that he was beginning to think of me as a grownup person, rather than just his little girl. I was the youngest of three, and my brother and sister had been born during the war when Daddy was away in the forces, whereas I was born four years after he came home from India, and I was therefore his favourite.

The next morning we mixed up the sugar soap, found sponges and scrapers, and set to stripping the old wallpaper. Before the days of steamers this was a messy and laborious job, but by three o'clock in the afternoon we had finished. We were very dirty and disheveled, covered in dust and sticky with old wallpaper paste, so Daddy suggested that we called a halt at that point and got ourselves cleaned up in time for dinner. Mummy poked her head around the door at that point to tell us that she was off on some errand, and wouldn't be back for a couple of hours or so. She said that the meat was in the oven on timer to be ready for about seven thirty, but if I wanted to be helpful I could perhaps start the vegetables off later on.

Daddy then said that he was off to the bathroom, and it would be nice if I would come and scrub his back for him as I usually did. I lover my Daddy's back, his skin was very soft and smooth, and I loved to run my fingers up and down his spine. I wasn't worried by his nakedness - we were a family that had always been comfortable to walk around without clothes on, so I had grown up knowing what men looked like, having seen my father and my brother nude from an early age.

When I got into the bathroom, Daddy was just stepping into the bath, his penis and scrotum hanging down between his legs. I had a sudden thought that I would like to put my hand out and sort of weigh them in my palms. 

He was nicely settled in the water, and I was just about to roll up my sleeves rady to sopa his back when he said, "C'mon Susie, why don't you strip off as well and get in with me like you did when you were a little girl. It's more economical to share the water, and we'll be through in half the time."

This sounded like sense, and I started to strip off my clothes. Daddy was watching me, and when I got down to my bra and knickers, I suddenly felt shy, but Daddy laughed and said, "Don't be bashful, it's not as if I haven't seen it all before. Besides, it's nice to look at a nice pair of boobs, sadly your mother is not so well endowed in that department, so I don't know where you got yours from." 

My breasts had started to develop when I was only about twelve years old, and I was now blessed with a well shaped pair of size 34D titties, as all the boys called them. I blushed, and undoing my bra, I did a pirouette so that they bounced a little - I was rather proud of them, and I had noticed that boys couldn't take their eyes off my chest, particularly if I wore a tight sweater. It was rather nice that my Daddy enjoyed my breasts, and I started to feel a little glow inside.

I had to turn away to pull my knickers down, but I thought I heard Daddy saying something under his breath as I bent down to pick them up off the floor, giving him a really good view of my vulva peeping between my thighs. It sounded like "Mmm, that 's nice," but it was so quiet I couldn't be sure. 

When I turned round though, there was no doubt about the look of pure desire on his face, and then he spoke loud enough for me to hear, "Susie, you look very beautiful, and it is nice to see that you keep your pubes trimmed, they frame your lovely young pussy so delightfully."

I blushed again, but instead of feeling shocked, I started to feel a tingly feeling between my legs, and I was aware that I was starting to become wet. To cover my embarrassment I quickly slipped into the bath behind Daddy, with my legs either side of his hips. I then took the soap and a sponge and started to wash his lovely back, as I had done so many times before, but never when I was naked and in the bath with him.

When I had finished, his back was lovely and clean, all pink and shiny, and I couldn't resist giving him little kisses across his shoulders, and from his neck down his spine. I could swear he groaned, but I was preoccupied with loving him, my big, strong Daddy, who had always been there to look after me; my knight in shining armour who bathed my cuts, and kissed away my tears when I was hurt. This seemed so right, just the two of us together, father and daughter joined by a bond of love like no other. 

After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and said, "You stay there, and I will turn round so that I have the tap end, and you can lie back and have a nice soak."

As I lay back in the water, my boobs floated up, my pink nipples poking above the surface. Daddy put his legs either side of mine so that my feet were level with his groin. His balls were resting on my feet, they felt so strange, and yet so nice, and I could see the tip of his penis just above the level of the water. Suddenly I had the urge to see what it felt like, so I lifted one foot and stroked the shaft of his penis from his balls up to the head, and as I did so I felt it stiffen and grow. Daddy groaned out loud this time, and I felt his balls stir in their sack, and his penis grew a bit more, so that a couple of inches were sticking up above the water. The head was all purple and shiny, and I thought to myself how nice it would be to stroke it with my fingers, or to lick and suck it like a lollipop.

As I continued to stroke his penis with my foot, Daddy started to move his hips gently, thrusting his penis an inch or so further out of the water. His penis was now fully erect, and I just stared at it, fascinated by its shape and size. I had seen it many times before when it was limp and hanging down between Daddy's legs, but this was the first erect penis I had seen. I had felt the bulge in boys trousers when we went outside for a snog at the monthly dances that were held school up the road, but this was different and much more exciting. 

Daddy was now groaning and moaning all the time, and I thought of the sounds that came from Mummy and Daddy's bedroom on a Sunday afternoon, when they went upstairs "just for an after dinner nap" and locked the door behind them so we couldn't barge in. 

"Is that what Mummy does to you on a Sunday afternoon?" I asked.

Daddy didn't answer my question, but in a rather strained and breathless voice, simply said, "Turn round and lie back against my chest, my darling, and let me cuddle you."

I did as he asked, giving him a very good view of my vulva and bottom as I stood up and turned round, before sitting down again. Daddy's penis was now pressing into the cleft between my cheeks, and I was aware of how soft and silky it felt,even though it was as hard as steel. Daddy pulled my face round with one hand so that he could kiss me, his lips apart and his tongue poking its way between my lips. With his other hand he started to play with my breasts, caressing them, and pinching my nipples. This was all very stimulating, and I was now glowing all over. The tingling feeling in my pussy was now much stronger, and I could feel my clitoris starting to grow and throb. 

We continued to kiss passionately, and Daddy slowly slid one hand down my tummy and between my legs. He gently parted my inner lips, spreading them out with his fingers, and then stroked up and down from the entrance to my vagina up to my clitoris. This felt delicious, and wonderful sensations rose up into my body from my pussy in waves, joining with those coming from my breasts. I was on fire, and I started to kiss him even more hungrily, alternately thrusting my tongue into his mouth, and sucking his tongue deep into mine. My hips were rocking backwards and forwards, and his penis was moving up and down between the cheeks of my bottom.

I was in heaven, and I thought that things really couldn't get much better, until Daddy thrust first one, and then two fingers, into my vagina, and started to stroke the wall at the place where I imagined my g-spot to be. I knew all about the g-spot because we had been passing round Alex Comfort's new book "The Joy of Sex" at school, covered in a brown paper wrapper of course. There had been lots of girlish giggling because of the very daring, and to us, naughty drawings of a young couple making love.

Since my periods had started when I was twelve, they had always been very heavy, and I was in the habit of using two tampons at the same time on the worst two days. As a result I had broken my hymen some years earlier, and also meant that there was plenty of room for two of Daddy fingers. So all I felt was exquisite pleasure, far better than I had ever felt when I used the handle of my hairbrush to masturbate with.

By now I was starting to lose all control of my body, which was quivering as waves of pure joy washed over me. I started to cry out in my ecstasy, "Oh Daddy, that is so nice. Daddy, don't stop. Daddy, love me. Oh, oh, oh."

This was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, as my Daddy gently and skilfully loved me, to the point that I found myself losing contact with everything around me, except for his fingers, and lips, and tongue, and body taking me to a new land of delight, where everything flooded with golden light.

But then he stopped, taking his fingers out of my vagina, and putting hands on my hips. I felt so empty, and started to sob with disappointment, "Don't stop, Daddy. I love you, you are so good and kind to me, please don't stop loving me."

Daddy started to lift me up until the head of his penis was just nestling in the entrance of my vagina, and I realised that he was going to fuck me, and make me a real woman. This filled me with even greater joy, along with the thought that the Daddy I loved so much, and who loved and cared for me, was about to give me the greatest gift that a father can give his daughter. Slowly he lowered me onto his penis until he was totally inside me. The sensation was incredible, beyond any words to describe, and I really thought I was in heaven. I could feel his penis caressing the walls of my vagina, filling every part of me, and where there had been two people there was now only one, one new divine being of love and passion.

I was almost speechless with rapture, but I managed to cry out, "I love you Daddy, I love you and I am completely yours now."

We did not move for what seemed like an eternity, almost as if time had been suspended, as we floated in a sea of bliss. Then Daddy started to stroke and squeeze my clitoris, and I ascended to even greater heights of rapture as my orgasm swept through me, my body shaking, and my head thrown back onto Daddy's shoulder. I had never imagined that such pleasure existed, anything so earth-shattering, and I wanted it to go on for ever. Eventually I came down to earth again, and it was then I realised that Daddy hadn't had his climax yet, and that in his love for me, he had totally concentrated on my pleasure.

"Daddy, that was amazing, thank-you for giving me such indescribable pleasure. But you haven't come yet. Fuck me some more until you come. I want to give you the same pleasure that Mummy gives you. I love you so much, and I want to feel you ejaculate inside me, and fill me with your sperm."

I had no fear that I would get pregnant, as I had started on the contraceptive pill a few months earlier at the suggestion of our family doctor. As I said, my periods were very heavy and sometimes painful, and he suggested the pill as a way of controlling them, so that I could fully concentrate on my studies. Daddy and Mummy had totally agreed, but I had never thought that one result would be that I could experience such mind-blowing joy.

Daddy lifted me off his penis, stood up and got out of the bath. He asked me to do the same, and he then roughly dried us both off with a towel, so that we would not get cold. I was sad that our love-making was coming to an end without him having an orgasm, and it felt rather incomplete, but he then told me to bend over and hold on to the back of the chair with my legs apart. He took a long look at my pussy, the lips swollen with desire, and the entrance to my vagina still open, ready to be penetrated once more. Then he placed the head of his penis in the entrance, and with one thrust buried himself once more deep inside me. The feeling of his shaft sliding deep into my body was almost enough to drive me over the top again, and I shuddered with excitement.

This time he did not remain stay still for long, but started to thrust in and out of me with long steady strokes, his balls slapping against me every time he was fully home. He leaned forward to kiss and nuzzle my neck, and he cupped my breasts in both hands, kneading the flesh and pinching my nipples hard, as his thrusts grew faster and more urgent, fucking me harder and harder. I started to squeal and moan as my second orgasm started to rise up within me. I was utterly consumed by passion, and every nerve ending seemed to be on fire. I closed my eyes so that I could concentrate on the sensations coursing through my body, and the world seemed to disappear in a fierce golden glow, as if I was falling into the sun.

We were both sheathed in a thin film of sweat, and I could feel that my chest and faced were flushed, visual evidence of my state of utter arousal and abandonment to the pleasure of sex. Daddy's penis had now become my whole world, filling me utterly, possessing me, taking me, fucking me harder and harder. It started to swell and stiffen even more, and then started to jerk and pulse. Suddenly I felt his hot semen spurting deep into me, as he ejaculated seven or eight times, grunting and groaning with the effort, filling my vagina with his seed. This pushed me to even greater levels of rapture, my body entirely at his mercy, filled with his essence, and I started to slip out of consciousness, such was the intensity of the pleasure racking my body.

After a while, Daddy's penis slipped out of me, and holding me tenderly in his arms, he turned me round and tenderly kissed each of my breasts in turn, followed by my mouth and my eyes. I was limp as a rag, my legs like jelly, so he gently lowered me onto the chair, and turned to get a damp flannel to wipe away the mixture of our juices that coated his penis and balls, and my pussy and the inner thighs.

"Oh Daddy, that was so wonderful," I murmured weakly, "Please, please, can you do it again soon, I have never felt so close to you. I love you more than anything in the world."

"We'll see," he replied, "I will need time to recover, I haven't ejaculated so much for years. And besides, your mother might have something to say about it."

"Oh Daddy, I hadn't thought about that. We have been very naughty. Will she be annoyed when she finds out. But it was so beautiful, it can't have been that wrong, can it?"

"I will talk to Mummy later," he said, "and I am sure she will come and see you this evening when you have gone to bed. I don't believe that she will be angry, because she loves you just as much as I do, and she will want you to find out about making love and fucking from someone who cares about you before you plunge into the world of the hospital, and all its temptations."

Later that evening, after I had gone to bed, Mummy came into my room. She was wearing one of her lovely silk dressing gowns, which was only loosely tied, so that I could see her breasts as she leant forward to give me a goodnight kiss. 

"Mummy," I said, somewhat tremulously, "Has Daddy said anything to you?"

"Yes," she replied softly, and with a gentle smile, "He told me all about your afternoon, and before you ask, I am not cross at all. I have been suggesting to him for some time that before you started your training in the hospital, you needed someone to show you how beautiful sex could be. Who better than the man who loves you most in all the world."

"Oh Mummy, thank-you," I said, relieved that she was happy with what had happened, "It was wonderful, and Daddy was so gentle with me. It was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me." 

What she did next, however, took me completely by surprise. She undid her gown and opened it, and I could see that she was naked underneath.

"Look at my pussy," she said, "See how excited it is thinking about you and Daddy. Feel how wet I am," and she took my hand and put it between her legs. "I am going to take your father to bed now, and fuck him until we both come in a paroxysm of ecstasy. But tonight I am going to leave both bedroom doors open so that you can hear us. In future I want you to join us on a Sunday afternoon, and we can teach you all there is to know about sexual passion."

With that, she kissed me on the lips, and turned and left, leaving the bedroom door open as she had promised. That night, listening to the moans of passion coming from their bedroom, I played with myself until I came too, my mind full of the memories of my first fuck with Daddy. For the next few months I joined Mummy and Daddy in bed on a Sunday afternoon, and as Mummy had promised we fucked in all sorts of combinations, and every time was just as wonderful as the first. I discovered that my favourite position was on top, straddling Daddy's thighs and riding him until we both came in a hurricane of mutual delight. Sometimes Mummy would straddle his face, facing me, and would kiss me and play with my clitoris until all three of us climaxed in rapture.

Unfortunately, a week before my training at the hospital was due to start, Daddy had his first heart attack and we never fucked again. I started going out with the man who was to become my wonderful husband a few months after I had started my training, but we did not have full sex until the first night of our honeymoon. I did teach him some delightful tricks, and to this day he is highly accomplished at cunnilingus, and never fails to give me delight.

To be continued.