7 comments/ 76568 views/ 7 favorites Showing Kate By: jack4221 A true story. As a group of friends, we had been getting increasingly daring in our drunken conversations about our wives. Each Friday night, after football, we would go to the pub and as the ale flowed, so would the conversation. At first, it was just things like 'I hope I get it when I get home' then it moved onto 'fuck me, she was up for it this morning' and finally onto what our wives would and would not do in bed. We had a golf weekend planned and the week before, John came up with an idea. 'Next week, everyone has to bring a photo of their wife with them to the weekend – have we all got a topless one?' I could tell some of the guys were reluctant but I could think of nothing more exciting so I said, I will bring one of Kate if you all will.' I knew some of them fancied my wife and so was gambling that this would prove to be the deal breaker. As I had guessed, 4 immediately agreed and, with a little persuasion, the other two gave in. The week dragged but at last it was here. We arrived at the hotel late on the Friday night and had a few drinks before heading off to bed. I had a wank about what would happen on the next night and quickly dozed off. Two rounds of golf and a gallon of beer later, we gathered in John's room, a bottle of Jack on the table to remove any last reluctance. 'OK' said John, 'Here are the rules – each one takes it in turn to pass the photo of his wife around. You can either just look at it, make a comment or ask a question which the hubby must answer truthfully. No holds barred but also no shitty comments – after all we are all mates!' Everyone agreed. 'It was my idea so I will go first. Gentlemen,let me show you Ellen.' I was the first to get the photo and could feel myself shaking as I had often fantasised about fucking her. There she was – a half-Indian, 40 year old mother of 3, completely naked lying on a bed smiling at me. My eyes quickly took in every detail – the small tits capped with dark nipples, the large black bush. I felt myself harden. 'Does she take it up the ass?' I asked and was told that she loved it. I laughed inside-my dream had always been to fuck her there. I passed the pic on. John nominated Paul to go next – perhaps to get his wife out of the way as none of us was really relishing seeing her. He gave us a pic which had been taken on a beach holiday years before. Despite having a face like a bag of spanners, her body was actually quite good, particularly her 34b tits which were capped by incredibly long nips. The night continued in this vein : Michael showed Kirsty, incredibly plump with huge hangers and a thick bush; Alan showed Anne, big tits with inverted nips; Steve showed Janet, a stuck up bitch who we were amazed to hear owned a Rabbit and loved to put on wank shows for him; Pete showed Mary, incredibly lovely 34e tits and a trimmed cunt; and Dave showed Alison, not the best looker but, at the age of 30, the youngest and therefore firmest of the lot. At last it was my turn. My cock was straining at my jeans when I said 'Gentlemen, here is Kate' and passed the photo to John. I had chosen the pic deliberately – I had taken it with my mobile without her knowing when she was getting changed for a night out: she was standing in front of a mirror in only stockings, the reflection showing her 32f tits and shaved cunt. Because I was behind her, you could also clearly see her tight arse. 'Fuck me, look at that hot little bitch,' said John. 'Same question you asked me – does she like anal?' 'Yes – but only when pissed!' I laughed. 'Jesus, look at the size of those tits,' said Paul. 'I bet you get a good tit wank with them.' Michael couldn't believe that she shaved and made an unflattering comparison to his own prudish wife whilst Steve wanted to know if I had ever seen her fucked. 'I once saw her groped,' I admitted and told them about a holiday in Greece years before. Pete admitted he wanked about her often and that, at a dinner party at our house one night, he had stolen a pair of her panties. He wanted to know if she swallowed, which she does, and whether I ever fantasised about sharing her, which I did. I was shocked he had stolen from her but incredibly hard. Dave said that he loved her arse and too dreamt of fucking her then came my biggest surprise: my oldest friend, Alan, said, ' Lovely picture but she is even hotter in the flesh.' 'What the fuck do you mean?' I asked. 'When our families went on holiday together two years ago, I used to peep at her through the air vent when she went in the shower,' he admitted. 'Anne didn't know what had hit her because I wanted to fuck so often during that week. She didn't realise I was thinking of Kate as I stuck it up her!' I should have been pissed at him but I laughed. 'That's funny because I was doing exactly the same with Anne-watching her in the shower that is!' We were all hard as fuck but didn't quite know what to do next – was it just a case of sneaking back to our rooms for a wank? 'Ok, competition time, with a pint from each of us for the winner: who has the most fuckable wife? Photos on the table!' said John. The pics were laid out in a row: all these women I saw every week displayed in all of their glory. 'Cocks out,' was the next instruction. We must have been pissed because none of us thought twice. 'Voting is simple, when you are ready, you must drop your load on the wife you must want to fuck.' Paul was tugging hard and up like a shot. 'This is for you, Kate – I have looked down your top every time we have been out and now at last I know what those beauties look like' he said and shot all over my wife's pic. John was next, also unloading on Kate, followed by Michael, who chose Mary. I also shot on Mary, levelling the score, and Pete dumped his wad on Elaine. 3 left – oddly, I felt really nervous. Alan, whose cock was huge compared to the rest of us, pointed at the table and said, ' It could only be one lady for me' and shot loads of cum over Kate, obliterating the picture. 'I wish I could do the same to her real face' he said as he sat down. Dave quickly followed, adding to the creamy goo on my wife and Steve made sure she could not be seen at all: '5 votes-fucking hell, if only I could tell her!' The next day, we were all hungover and a bit sheepish. John returned the 'clean' pics and told me and Pete he had had to throw our photos away – we didn't know whether to believe him or not but didn't make a fuss. The following Friday in the pub we were again subdued but on Saturday, when we were out with the wives, I knew I had not imagined things as I could see them all checking Kate out. In turn, I was finding it hard looking at each woman, knowing exactly what was hidden under each dress and how they fucked. Incredibly hard, I excused myself at one point and went to the loo to cool off. I was standing have a piss, when I heard John's voice beside me. 'Kate looks lovely tonight.' 'Thanks – so does Ellen.' 'Yes, I have been thinking about her all week and wanking so hard. Fancy trying to move things onto stage 2?' he asked and grinned. Showing Kate Ch. 02 As he had promised the night before, John text me at 10.10 am on Sunday to ask if Kate and the kids had gone to church. No sooner had I confirmed it than I heard a knock on the front door and there he was, in his running kit, grinning like a maniac. 'Here's how I see it,' he said, sitting astride a chair in our kitchen. 'The others are nice guys but only you and I have the balls to take this further. Given what Steve told us about Janet being a dirty cow, I vote we use her as a dry run before having a crack at each others' wives.' His plan was an easy one, although I was concerned about what would happen if it went wrong. Put simply, me and Kate would host a dinner party for him, Ellen, Steve and Janet at which we would get her drunk and try to feel her up whenever we could get her alone. If it worked, and she went for it, we would wait for the next time Steve was away on business and then pay her a visit. 'Only you and her drink white wine, so lace it with Vodka and make sure you ply her with it,' he said, having obviously given this a lot of thought. 'What time will Kate be back?' 'In about 40 minutes,' I said. 'OK, how about showing me her panty drawer?' I took him up to our room and indicated which drawer he would be most interested in. I had never seen him so excited. He took out a pair at a time almost reverentially and, rubbing his cock through his shorts, made a comment as he fingered them.. First a pair of black lace shorts: 'Mmm, bet that shaved pussy looks great in these.' A pair of peach lace panties: 'Dirty cunt, doesn't leave much to the imagination, eh?' A black thong: 'Would love to move that string and fuck her up the arse whilst she was still wearing this.' A black lace bra: 'Every day in the shower, I think about getting her on her hands and knees and fucking her while pulling on those big fat tits.' He was clearly working himself up so I was not surprised when he said, 'You don't mind if I borrow these for a couple of minutes, do you?' and taking two pair of cream lace panties disappeared off into our bathroom. Two minutes later, he was back. 'Fuck I needed that,' he said and handed me the panties to put with the rest back in the drawer. 'It's alright, I didn't cum on them,' he added. The night of the dinner party arrived and I was filled with dread -- what if Steve had been lying and Janet was the frigid cow we had all thought she was before the golf weekend? As agreed, I had chilled a bottle of Pinot Grigot and had laced it liberally with vodka: even if she had only a couple of glasses, she would feel the effect. To get John going, I had taken a personal interest in what Kate was wearing, getting her to put on a black velvet skirt which, if it rode up a little, would show her stockings and suspenders, and a white silk blouse which was low cut and showed the cream lace bra underneath, as well as a fuck load of cleavage. I could not wait to tell him she was wearing the lace panties he had wanked with. The evening went well and Janet was soon showing the effects of the extra strong drink. She was seated next to me and was as friendly as I could ever remember her being, even once or twice leaning in and 'accidentally' giving me a good look down her blouse. I remembered from the weekend that she had 34d tits and they looked nice, encased in a purple embroidered bra. I could feel myself getting hard as the booze took a hold of me too. When the main course was over, she offered to help me take the dishes through to the kitchen. I was putting things in the sink when I heard her say 'Oh, shit!' and turned to see that one of the plates had brushed against her, leaving a slight mark on her blouse. Without thinking, I said, 'Here, let me' and began to lightly spong it with a damp cloth. She moved closer to me, looking straight at me. Reaching into her blouse, ostensibly to hold it out so I could rub the stain more easily, I cupped her large right tit and began to knead the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She groaned and leant into me, kissing me as I groped her. 'Better get back,' I whispered and, as we entered the dining room, I made a point of catching John's eye and smiling. As we moved onto liquers, Janet excused herself to go to the loo. I ignored her look and began to get drinks for the rest, moving slightly as John too left the room: Steve was too busy flirting with Ellen and Kate to know what was happening -- or to care. Later, a flustered Janet came back, followed a little later by John, who smiled at me and ran his finger under his nose. Coffee time and, to my disappointment, Kate said she would sort it out as I had been working hard enough. No sooner had she left the room, than Janet said, 'Did you get your bathroom completed?' 'Yeah, about a month ago,' I said. 'Could I see it as I am looking for ideas for what we can do with ours?' I offered to show her and anyone else what we had had done. Surprisingly, only John showed any interest. Once in the bathroom, he took control of proceedings, spinning Janet around and locking her in a passionate embrace. He had her top up in seconds and her tits scooped out of her bra, mauling them with his hands as they continued to kiss. Her tits hung down from her bra, his hands pinching her nipples which were long and dark brown.Not quite sure what I should do, I knelt down behind her and lifted her skirt, finding myself looking at a thong-clad arse. I pulled this down and began to lick her arse-hole, watching the puckered ring tense and relax as I fingered it. Groaning, she leant forward into John, allowing me easy access to her bald pussy. The lips were elongated and engorged and she was sopping as I inserted a finger into it, then two. She was surprisingly tight for a woman of her age but was clearly responding. My thumb up her arse and the rest of my hand massaging her cunt, she began to buck against me, still locked in a kiss with John. Suddenly, he broke the embrace, turning her to me. I stood up. 'On your knees, you dirty bitch' he said and pushed her down to be level with my crotch. I unzipped and held my cock out to her and she immediately slipped it in her mouth. I could not believe this was happening: a mate's wife sucking me off whilst he chatted downstairs. I saw John pick her panties up and the, with a wink, he was gone. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way she deep throated my 8 inches, pulling it out only to lick the head and the plunge it back in between her red lips. Downstairs, I could hear John's voice in the kitchen. 'Lovely job in your bathroom. Here, let me reach that for you, Kate. Oh, shit, sorry -- do you want me to help as it is running everywhere?' I knew he had dropped milk deliberately and that Kate would now be on her hands and knees in front of him, mopping it up. Because of the outfit I had got her to wear, he would be either feasting his eyes on her tits or her stockings and arse -- or, knowing John, both. I pictured how hard he would be getting and felt my cock throb in Janet's mouth. 'I'm going to..' I began to say, as I shot my load down her throat. She swallowed greedily, wiping her mouth and zipping me back up. Sorting her clothes out, she said, 'You better go down first,' and I left her to rejoin the party. Entering the room, I saw Kate, Ellen and Steve there. John had apparently had to go off to the loo. I knew exactly what he would be doing and what he would be thinking about 'Where's Janet?' asked Steve. 'Still looking at our bathroom,' I said. 'Can't help thinking you are going to have your hands full there!' Showing Kate Ch. 03 The text came a week later. 'Steve in London. Youngest son visiting oldest in Bristol. Janet home alone. Pick you up in 10' I told Kate I was going to the pub for an hour and was at the door as I heard John's car pull up. As I climbed in, he said, 'Shit, I was hoping you wouldn't be ready and I would get a chance to see your lovely wife.' We had not spoken since the dinner party so I knew what was coming next. 'Man, that was some sight – on her hands and knees mopping up milk, tits jiggling around for all to see in that lovely cream bra. I could even make out her nips. Then, from behind, skirt up and stocking tops showing – I all but told her to slip her panties off to mop up.' 'Thank god you didn't,' I said. 'Given that you were getting blown by Janet, don't think you would have had much call to complain,' he said. 'I've wanked about her all week-can't wait to get a piece of her.' I was getting pissed off at how open he had got when talking about Kate, particularly as there was no hiding the fact that the memory had given him a huge hard on, but also, to my shame, excited. We arrived at Janet's house and she was obviously flustered when she opened the door to us. 'Oh, hi, Steve's not here,' she said. 'We know,' said John, pushing past her. 'We also know Andrew is away so thought you might want some company. After all, we have unfinished business after last week.' 'I've been so embarrassed about that,' she began, 'I don't normally...' She was cut off by John grabbing her and kissing her. She tried to fight him off but he held her tight and she weakened. Letting go, he said, 'Listen, cut the crap. We know you are a slut and you know what we are here for. Either get upstairs and get stripped ready for us or tomorrow Steve gets your panties and an photo of you sucking Jack's cock through the post.' I remembered he had lifted her panties but had been unaware of him taking a pic. I looked at him and he winked. 'What's it to be?' Silently, Janet left us and climbed the stairs. 'Make sure you have something nice on!' John shouted after her. After a couple of minutes, he signalled to me and we went up to her bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a black bra and black lace panties. She had put a black babydoll over the top of it. 'Very nice,' said John. 'Stand up!' When she was standing, he made her give us a twirl then removed the babydoll. Reaching into her bra, he scooped out her plump tits and pulled the large, dark nipples. They became quickly engorged. He then pulled her panties down, revealing her shaved pussy. Sliding a finger between the dark folds, he said, 'Mm, still dry. There is no way I am burning my cock on a dry snatch. Up on the bed and get yourself ready for us.' Janet had been silent and trembling throughout. He pushed her onto the bed and then spread her legs. Reaching for her hand, he placed it between her legs. 'Come on, I thought you liked putting on a show.' The reference to what Steve had told us was unmistakable and I saw a look of horror pass Janet's face. Was her husband part of this? Slowly, she began to slide her fingers up and down her slit whilst we watched her. As the lips became swollen and her fingers increasingly glistened with her juice, John stripped off and pulled her head to him. Stupidly distracted for a second, I was pleased to see that his cock was smaller than mine given the obvious intentions he had for my wife. He pushed his erect cock at her and she began to suck him, much as she had done me at the dinner party. I was surprised at how rough he became, grabbing her head and forcing her to take his full length. 'That's it, you little whore, take the fucking lot!' he whispered, as he violently face fucked her. I could tell she was afraid of him so she let him do what he wanted without protest. Cradling her head with one hand, he reached down and began to pull her nipples with the other, squeezing and pinching them. 'Come on, Jack, get into it,' he said. 'You don't want to disappoint her,do you?' Although appalled by him, I was still incredibly turned on so I stripped and got between her legs, once again savouring the musty odour of her cunt. I nibbled on her lips a little and then licked the length of her, stopping only to tease her engorged clit. Once again, she began to buck and I heard John urging her on. It was obvious that he was going to cum and I looked up to see him withdraw and shoot his load over her face, before using huis hand to spoon it into her mouth. I moved up and pressed my cock against her cunt, its heat enveloping me and I thrust in. She was quite tight, given her age, and used her muscles well to milk me. I allowed her to push me over so that she could ride me and loosened her bra to allow her tits to swing free. Hanging slightly, they were nevertheless full and she leant forward, feeding first one and then the other nipple into my mouth. I sucked and chewed on them, enjoying their rubbery length. I was aware of John next to the bed and saw that he was lubing his cock with KY. Easing Janet forward, he pressed his cock against her ring and was soon buried upto the hilt in her. I had never felt a cock so close to my own, separated by only a thin membrane, and I was spurred on by the sensation. We quickly established a rhythm and soon Janet was cumming hard, sandwiched between the two of us. I was close so I signalled to John to let me out – I wanted to feel her lips around my cock again before I came. I moved around the bed as he manoeuvred her into the doggy position, still buried up her ass. She grasped my cock and swallowed it, working it from the tip to the base through her red lips. I reached under her and worked her breasts as she did it, giving her as much pleasure as she was giving me. Soon, I felt the surge through me and came in long spurts down her throat just a John withdrew and shot up her back. Lying back, smiling now, she looked a picture of contentment. 'Well, got to get this boy home to his lovely wife,' said John. 'Thanks for that, Janet, and don't worry-your secret is safe with us. Looking forward to the next time' and with that we dressed and left. Once in the car, he laughed. 'Fucking hell, what a slut! I hope Kate will be as good!' Showing Kate Ch. 04 This is the fourth in the sequence of stories:in the first, a group of my friends shared photos of our naked wives; in the second John and I seduced one of the wives at a dinner party and in the third we paid her a visit at her house. This is the first party of the story of John, Ellen myself and my wife Kate going away for a weekend together to a log cabin. If you enjoy it, please comment on what you want to happen next. 'How do you fancy a weekend away, love?' Kate asked as I came in from work. 'Yeah, what did you have in mind?' 'Ellen rang today -- apparently John has won a raffle at work. The prize is a weekend for four in a log cabin but the site does not allow kids so she wondered if we fancied making up the numbers.' 'Might be a laugh,' I said, 'if you can put up with John staring at your breasts all weekend.' 'Well, he will get plenty of opportunity, as the place has a hot tub.' I knew that she did not really mind how obvious he was in his lechery but I also knew that she had no idea what he had planned. A week later I found myself stepping out of my car on Friday night in front of a log cabin just outside Penrith in The Lakes. 'Get unpacked and then come in-the water's lovely!' I heard a voice and there, on the porch, was John grinning at me from the edge of the hot tub. The Lodge itself was great--Kate and I had a large bedroom to ourselves and the rest of the cabin was clean and tidy, with all the luxuries you could want. I quickly got undressed in the bathroom and, leaving Kate to unpack whilst she chatted to a dressing-gown clad Ellen, I went out to see John. 'Nice shorts,' he said, 'I hope Kate's have a little less material!' 'How the fuck did you swing this?' I asked. 'A client of mine owns the park so he agreed to give me a cabin for the weekend,' he said, 'and when I told Ellen, exactly as I knew she would, she suggested you and Kate come.' I laughed and lay back in the warmth, closing my eyes and imagining the weekend ahead. 'Make room for the girls!' was the cry and Kate and Ellen appeared, each in a dressing gown. Ellen disrobed first, revealing a high cut black one piece, the cold making her nipples particularly prominent; Kate was next, her huge tits encased in a white bikini top, with white pants completing the outfit. John's eyes were on stalks. As they slid in, he produced a bottle of champagne and 4 glasses -- he was obviously intent on starting drinking as soon as possible. The hot-tub passed without incident and we were soon merry. The girls got out got out to get changed, and it became clear that Kate's suit had become transparent when wet, giving a full view of her dark nipples, John turned to me. 'What a fucking pair, I cannot wait to get my hands on them. I am as hard as a fucking rock under here' 'I take it from the swimming cossie that Ellen has trimmed her muff, 'I said. 'Yes, after seeing all of those wives in the pics, I sent her for a waxing,' he said. 'Mind you, she only had a brazilian not the full whack off. Still, she should be more to your taste when you get down there' Laughing, we got out and went to get changed. The meal at the local pub was good and the drinking continued with all of us getting more relaxed. Kate was wearing a black shirt and bra and John was taking every opportunity he could to look down it. She was flirting a little, as was Ellen, but I knew they thought it was harmless fun. When we got back to the cabin, John said how tired he was but suggested one for the road. He fixed Tequila slammers and we downed one, then another ,laughing. Suddenly Kate said, 'Oh that last one has gone right to my head. I better lie down.' She started to head off then stumbled. I caught her and led her to our room where she flopped onto the bed. I thought at first she was drugged but then realised that in his eagerness to get us all drunk, John had gone too far. When I got her clothes off, she lay, a vision of beauty, her large white tits capped by large, dark pink nipples. I couldn't resist bending down to suck one and she murmured appreciatively. Spurrend on, I grabbed the baby oil off the side table and oiled them up, watching as the nipples became erect as they always do. 'No point in wasting them,' I thought and, straddling her, I made a valley of her oiled breasts and wanked myself between them, coming quickly over them and her lips. I had half expected John to appear but the cabin was silent. I went into the bathroom and, with a flannel, wiped her clean as best as I could. She continued to sleep soundly, oblivious to me and my best efforts. Kate woke up next morning surprised that she did not have a terrible hangover. She was obviously feeling horny because I became conscious with her sucking my cock, taking its length as far down her throat as she could then working her hot mouth back up the shaft. She looked up at me and asked, 'What the hell happened last night?' 'You were pissed so I had to carry you to bed and strip you.' 'Yeah, and how come my tits smell of baby oil and spunk?' 'Sorry, love, you were just so peaceful I couldn't resist.' To my relief she was fine about it and went back to swallowing my cock. My mind played images of the night to come and a surge went through me. 'Oh no, you don't,' she said and, moving up, she straddled me and began to work my cock up and down the entrance to her pussy. I could see it was already swollen and could feel how wet she was. Suddenly, I was in her, the warmth enveloping me, and she began to rock back and forward, kneading her breasts with her own hands and pulling at the long, dark nipples. Leaning forward, she fed each nipple in turn into my mouth and as I bit and sucked, she writhed against me. I reached down and began to finger her clit and that increased her rhythm-- I knew I could not last out much longer but wanted not to cheat her of an orgasm. 'Oh, fuck yes.....' she said, and came hard just as I spurted up her. Sweat drenched, she cuddled back into me and we slept a little longer. When we came out of our room, Johan and Ellen were already sitting having breakfast. 'Sounds like you were working up an appetite,' said John, his eyes following Kate to the table. Through her pyjama top, her bullet nipples were clearly poking, as were Ellen's, who was sitting opposite me in a purple vest top, her cleavage on show. She too was bright eyed and looked particularly lovely. The day's activities were agreed upon -- the girls were going off to shop whilst John and I would have a round of golf. We would then meet for a pub lunch before heading back to the lodge. On the round of golf, all John could talk about was Kate's body; how her tits were better in the flesh than he had even imagined, how he had almost reached across and scooped them out in the hot tub and how much he wanted to have a tit wank from her. He was pissed off with himself for underestimating how much booze he had plied them with but intended to get it right tonight. He asked me what I thought of Ellen and I answered honestly that I could not wait to fuck her arse -- he warned me that both this and her cunt were quite loose. 'Good job I've got a bigger cock than you,' I said and laughed. Lunch was a success and the girls downed a bottle of wine, safe in the knowledge that they had two sober drivers to get the back to the lodge. When we got there, we quickly got back into our swimming costumes and headed to the hot pool, more booze at hand. The afternoon descended into flirtacious chat, with a round of 'Who would you rather fuck?' moving from celebrities to our friends. I was hard and knew from his expression that John was too. We all agreed that we were too tired to go out for dinner and that, instead, we would just stay at the lodge and make do with snacks which we had brought with us. Lack of real food and a lot of alcohol meant that even when we had got out and got changed we were increasingly daring. When John suggested a game of cards, I think we all knew what he was going to say next and sure enough, Strip Poker was agreed to. Kate looked over to me to check before saying yes and I smiled back, encouraging her to go along with it. The game started off badly for John -- he lost the first three rounds and was down to his boxers whilst everyone else was fully clothed. However, his luck began to change, with both Kate and then Ellen losing their tops and skirts in rapid succession and me also down to just underwear. We were all a bit nervous about what would happen next as the round meant that someone had to remove an item of underwear. It was Kate. 'Well, here goes,' she said and, reaching behind her, loosened off her white lace bra, allowing her magnificent breasts to fall free. I was interested to see that her nipples were already hard and standing out, a fact that John had no doubt not missed. 'Oh John, why are you so fucking obvious?' said Ellen and when we looked, his erect cock was already standing out of the fly of his boxers. 'Sorry, I think the occasion has just got too much for me.' I knew better as he had slipped me a small blue pill before we started playing and I could feel its effect on me too. Ellen lost her black lace bra next and then her matching panties. I was once again struck by how black her pubes were - I almost regretted John having had what had been a luxuriant bush. Her breasts were not as full or firm as Kate's but her nipples were darker and longer -- they were crying out to be sucked. I was pleased when I lost my boxers and could at last take them off as they were restraining me badly. My 8 inch cock sprung out and I pulled the foreskin back a little to reveal the large plum head. Ellen was making no attempt to hide her appreciation of it. Kate lost her panties next, although in truth they were so skimpy they were hiding little and then Ellen lost again. We decided that the forfeit she had to pay was to take John's boxers off using only her teeth. As she leant forward to do this, I got a full view of her puckered arsehole and plump, dark cunt lips -- these were so wet she was virtually dripping from them. She removed John's boxers and, as they slid down, took his cock in her mouth for a second before saying, 'There you go love, free at last.' I could see Kate satisfying her curiosity by having a long look at it and I wondered if she was disappointed -- it was six inches at most and thin. 'Right, what now?' she said, 'Is that game over or do we continue?' 'Let's play dares instead. We each take it in turn to dare another to do something. I will start, I dare you two girls to run naked to the hot tub and back.' Laughing, they got up and ran outside before appearing back -- they were shivering, whether with the cold or sexual excitement was hard to tell. Ellen said, 'I dare you two boys to give each other's willies a tug.' We were horrified but knew it would screw the game if we did not so we leant over and gave each other the briefest of touches. 'No-do it properly or we stop now,' said Ellen. Once again we reached across and this time gave each other a quick stroke -- both girls collapsed laughing. 'I knew you two were closet queens,' said Ellen. 'My turn,' I said. 'Kate, I dare you to suck Ellen's nipples and then for her to repay the favour.' To my surprise, my lovely, shy wife moved over to Ellen and, pushing her back, stooped over her and began to suck one then the other nipple. She then leant over and Ellen did the same to her. We had obviously reached a point of no return. Still in position, she said, 'I dare Ellen to touch my pussy.' Ellen's hand was up like a shot and she began to finger Kate, who then moved down so she could rub her pussy against her friend's in a long, grinding motion. She then moved away and both of them laughed at the fact that John and I, unconsciously, had begun to wank at the sight. 'I dare you girls to lie back and finger yourselves,' said John huskily. Once again, they did, each slowly working their own cunts whilst we watched them. 'Who is going to eat me?' asked Ellen and I moved quickly between her legs and began to tongue her long folds. She was soaked and they parted easily, allowing me to probe her with my tongue. Grabbing my head, she pushed me into the wetness, fucking my face and grinding her cunt against my mouth and nose. She was bucking hard now and I could feel the force of her orgasm coming -- and then she did it, squirting into my mouth so much juice that I began to think she was pissing. When at last she stopped, she let go of my head and said, 'Jesus, that was fantastic.' My attention was distracted by the fact that John, with a hand under her arse, was between Kate's legs working her bald cunt with his fingers and tongue. I wanted to tell him how she preferred it but then saw how violently she was responding and knew that she was close to coming. She was pulling his head in now, rubbing her own breasts, clearly lost in the moment. 'Fuck me, I need your cock now,' she said and John moved up, pushing his cock into her open, dripping cunt and sucking her breasts. The shock must have been apparent on my face as Ellen moved quickly, pushing me back and taking my cock into her mouth. She worked hard at it, licking along the shaft and sucking my balls. She even lifted them out of the way and licked along my ass and tongued my ass hole, all the time wanking me before then straddling me and pushing my cock into her large, soaked pussy. The heat was incredible as was her grip -- as she began to rock on me, it felt like I was being milked. I watched her, head back, eyes closed, riding my cock and rubbing her clit then looked across and saw that Kate was doing the same. The difference between the two struck me -- Kate's large breasts swinging free whilst she bucked against John, Ellen's smaller ones hanging down,the nipples inviting my mouth. I pulled her forward and began to suck on them, their rubbery nubs filling my mouth. I pulled them out and began to pull on the nipples, seeing how long they would become and she groaned harder, once again coming in a gush but still milking me as she did it. 'On your knees,' I said and she flipped into doggy position. I looked at her pussy lips hanging down, her hole gaping expectantly, but I was more interested in her puckered hole. Lubricating two fingers with juice, I slid them up her arse and she thrust backwards against me. Similarly preparing my cock, I held its large head against her hole then pushed gently forward, feeling the tight rings grip me. As I did so, I saw that John was now astride Kate, titty fucking her and shoving his cock into her mouth. He withdrew and shot across her face, dousing her in what seemed like gallons of spunk. This spurred me on and, reaching for Ellen's tits and crouching, I began to ram into her arsehole, as roughly as I could, determined to make both her and I cum. I felt her fingers reach back and rake my balls before she began to finger herself. I then saw John move underneath her; he began to lick her as I took her arse. Not to be outdone, Kate was in front to me, feeding her tits into my mouth, spunk still dripping off her face. She too was fingering herself and she moved, squatting in front of her so that Ellen could taste her. The scene of my wife being fellated whilst I fucked another up the arse was too much for me. I pulled out and, moving around, I shot my load across Ellen's face and Kate's cunt just as they both came again, Ellen grinding back on John's mouth. 'Fuck me, that was unexpected' said John, 'Anyone for the hot-tub?' It looked like the weekend might not be over yet. Showing Kate Ch. 05 Many have written that this story should have been in the Group Sex section – apologies if I misjudged this but, having come this far, I will keep the final section of the story in 'Loving Wives'. This episode is set almost a year after the adventures Kate and I had with John and Ellen in the Log Cabin. It had become quickly apparent in the log cabin that Kate and Ellen had not only sussed what John and I were upto but had been enthusiastic about our scheme. Whilst we thought we were manipulating them out of boredom with our marriages, it was, in fact, us who were being manipulated by our far cleverer wives. No change there, then! Incredibly, a year had passed since the last golf weekend and the same crowd who had gathered previously were present at the hotel. No more had really been said about what we had done and our banter had gone back to relatively safe ground about our wives. John and I had made no mention of our seduction of Janet, so her husband Steve was blissfully unaware, nor had we told what had happened at Easingwold. In many respects, life had resumed its natural course, although John, Ellen, Kate and I had spent some very enjoyable Saturday nights together. After a good day's golf, and another evening of drinking, John invited us to his room where he said he had special entertainment organised for us. This perked the boys up considerably and eradicated any lingering trace of resentment about why he had wangled a huge suite whilst the rest of us had single rooms. The seven of us gathered in the sitting area of his room and waited for him. 'Gentlemen,' he said, 'Here is the evening's entertainment'. With that, the door to the bathroom opened and out stepped Ellen, Kate and, to my amazement, Mary. I had known about the first two but he had obviously been going behind my back with Pete, who did not look in the slightest bothered. The girls looked amazing – they were each dressed in white blouses, short black skirts, stockings and high heels – and the guys eyes were on stalks. 'OK, gentlemen, let's start with a simple auction to boost our flagging funds. £10 per item of clothing – who wants to go first?' It was no surprise that Alan's hand was up like a shot. My oldest friend had always had a thing for Kate's tits so I knew he would bid for her blouse first and sure enough, he did. Giving John the money, he stood behind her and pulled her blouse from her skirt. Then, starting at the bottom, he unloosened each button slowly, his hands visibly shaking. When he had it completely undone, he pulled it open , revealing her 32f tits encased in a black sheer bra, her nipples already hard, and then eased it off her. He stood back to look at his handy work then sat back with the rest. There was suddenly a clamour to go next. Paul took off Ellen's blouse, 'accidentally' brushing her 34b tits as he did so, to reveal a cream lace bra through which her large dark nipples were visible; Dave paid for Mary's top, her 34e tits looking magnificent in a black sheer bra,, then Alan again was up, this time for Kate's skirt. He knelt in front of her, unzipping it at the side, then pulled it slowly down, his face never leaving where he judged her cunt would be. When it was to her knees, revealing sheer black panties through which her shaved mound could be seen, he breathed in audibly and said, 'Mmmm, heaven!' before getting her to step out of it. Given her choice of lingerie, my wife was standing virtually naked in front of my best friends, making me as hard as hell. I didn't linger on the thought because I was keen to see Ellen and Mary, both of whom had been unclothed by Pete and David; the former was in a cream thong, a surprise to me as she has a big bush and ass, and the latter in black sheer French knickers which showed off a neat landing strip. 'OK, bids upto £20!' said John. He immediately produced a note from his pocket and moved behind Kate. Reaching into the cups of her bra, he scooped out each breast in turn and tweaked the long, dark red nipples, massaging her as I had seen him do so many times before. He then unclasped her bra and her tits fell a little but not too much – they were heavy but quite firm for her age. All of the men were fascinated and Alan was straight up on his feet, offering money for her panties. Once again, he knelt, this time behind her, and slowly ran his hands up her stocking clad thighs towards her panties. He moved his hand inside one leg, the sheer front allowing us to see him rubbing her pussy gently, two fingers between her folds, then pulled out and pulled the panties down, burying his face in her as he did so. Kate opened her legs slightly and once more he loudly inhaled, then took his seat again. Paul was eager to get Ellen's thong off, revealing that her large, black bush, and I paid to take Mary's bra, like John making sure I had plenty of time to maul her before I finally removed the garment. Her nipples were pale pink and long and she fed one of them into my mouth so that I could suck and chew on it. I produced another £20 and, standing behind her, took her panties off, nudging her legs apart and slipping a finger up her soaked trimmed cunt as I did so. I could tell she was quite tight and she groaned as I rubbed her clit, my other hand fingering her ass. Steve, who had sat mesmerised throughout, at last pulled himself together and slipped Ellen's bra off, almost embarrassed to do so. Although her tits were comparatively tiny, all gasped when they saw her long, dark, rubbery nipples and I knew we each wanted to chew on them. Our wives were now naked save for stockings and suspenders so what next? 'The ladies have been very accommodating so far, gentlemen, but we need to establish some ground rules. First, remember that, although they are doing this willingly, they are still our friends or wives. Anyone not being respectful will be not only thrown out of tonight but also the circle of friends completely. Second, what happens here, stays here – no word to be repeated to anyone and no attempts to follow it up. Third, no attempts to be made to record any of tonight and no bragging about it, either to mates or on internet. Everyone agree?' Needless to say, everyone did. 'Ok, I think me, Pete, Jack and the ladies deserve to nominate our partners before you lot have a choice.' Much to my surprise, John chose Mary, not Kate, making me think he had not fucked her yet or that he could not resist pissing me off; Pete chose Kate, leaving me with Ellen. Kate had obviously seen how keen Alan was so chose him, Ellen chose Paul and Mary chose Dave, the youngest and most muscular of us. Michael chose Kate and Steve chose Ellen, meaning they would have three cocks each. Because I had already fucked Ellen, I told Paul and Steve they could go first – I was keen to see what happened to my wife. I watched Alan lead Kate to the bed and get her to climb on it. He said something and she lay back, opening her legs and beginning to finger herself, putting on a show for them. From where I stood, I could see how wet she was, her pink lips opening as she slipped her fingers in. Michael, Pete and Alan were stripped now and wanking themselves as they watched her. Michael moved onto the bed and knelt by her head, feeding his cock into mouth, whilst Alan got between her legs and began to tongue her. Pete moved to her other side and guided her hand to his surprisingly thick cock whilst her bent to suck on her nipples, obviously enjoying the size of her breast compared to his own wife's. I had slipped my clothes off whilst I watched and was wanking at the sight of Kate being used by three men and obviously enjoying it. Across the room, Mary was on her knees and John was already fucking her whilst she sucked Dave enthusiastically; John was cupping the breasts I had so long coveted as he rammed her, pulling on her nipples roughly and driving hard into her. I felt a pang of jealousy but then became aware of Ellen saying my name. I looked at her and saw that Steve and Paul were each sucking one of her tits whilst Paul fingers were playing in her black bush. I knelt by her head and she began to work my 8 inch cock in her mouth, deep throating me as she had done so many times before. I held my balls over her face and she took each one in her mouth, sucking them gently. Emboldened, I spread my buttocks and she began to tongue my ring, rimming me as expertly as she had done the first time. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of her mouth before moving my cock back into her mouth and looking again into her beautiful dusky face. I could feel Paul behind me wanting to take my place and also knew I had to fuck her now. I moved so that he could get in, his short, 5inch cock replacing mine in her mouth, and I got down to between her thighs. She was wet and her dark, large pussy lips were welcoming me as I placed the head of my cock against them. As I slipped into her, she moaned and I felt again her incredible grip as her muscles began to milk me. I noticed that Steve was relaxing a little and that he now had moved next to her head – she was taking it in turn to wank and suck him and Paul as I gave her what she wanted most. As I fucked her, I looked over to the bed. Kate had been moved so that her head was hanging over the edge. Peter was fucking her mouth hard, his muscular body pistoning in and out, whilst Alan had straddled her and was cupping his huge cock with her tits, enjoying the sensation of fucking a pair he had long coveted. Her nipples were held between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and he was twisting them. She was bucking, lost in the pleasure Michael was giving her with his tongue. As I watched, Peter pulled out of her mouth and sprayed her face with cum whilst Alan increased his rhythm. Lifting himself off her a little, he worked his cock and then came in huge spurts, covering her tits and face with stream after stream. He gently lifted her head and pushed his cock into her mouth, getting her to suck the last drops off. As the two moved away a little, Michael pushed his cock into her dripping pussy, his thumb working her arsehole as he did so. I was amazed to see that Alan was still hard and he was watching Kate being drilled, glassy eyed. The thought must have struck him as it did me and he manoeuvred Kate into a doggy position as I did the same to Ellen. Michael lay under Kate and Alan positioned himself behind her, just as Paul lay under Ellen and I began to lube her arse with her pussy juice. Once Michael and Paul had inserted their cocks, both Alan and I pushed through the tight sphincter of each woman and began to slide inch by inch into them. Ellen groaned as she always did but I could see that Kate was struggling to accommodate his monster and he was having to take it very slowly. Steve was by now fucking Ellen's mouth, all of his inhibitions abandoned, and Peter had moved across and was plugging Mary's arse as she was riding Dave and sucking John back to hardness. Ellen's muscles worked on me and Paul and I could feel his cock through the thin membrane separating us. I reached down and began to play with her clit and she began to buck harder until she came, letting go that incredible stream which I had enjoyed often but which had taken me so much by surprise initially. Paul obviously thought she had pissed on him but, to his credit he kept up the rhythm and soon she was coming again. Steve pulled out and sprayed her face and I took his place, moving straight from her ass into her mouth and spurting down her throat . Not to be outdone, Paul also dropped his load on her face. Looking over, I could see Kate being used hard by Alan, one hand kneading her tits, the other fingering her used fanny and his cock buried upto the hilt in her ass. I wanted to see her face so moved across and pushed my cock at her mouth. Although she was blinded by other men's spunk, she dutifully opened up and I slid in. She murmured acknowledgement that it was me then got down to seriously sucking me back to hardness as Alan continued to butt fuck her. He was grinning at me with each thrust and I knew he was not far off coming again – as I watched he shuddered and Kate's startled reaction told me that wave after wave of spunk was shooting up her arsehole. She came heavily and then, exhausted, she slid off his softening cock and I withdrew from her mouth to give her a rest. Reaching for her panties, I cleaned her face tenderly and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She knew I couldn't kiss her. 'Go on, fuck Mary,' she said, 'I know you want to.' I didn't need any encouragement. I said, 'I love you' then moved over to Mary, who was also lying back exhausted and abandoned. I became aware that some of the men had wandered away to get a beer so I had her all to myself. 'Hey,' she said, 'I thought you were never coming.' She opened her legs and I saw how puffy her cunt was. The lips were engorged and an impressively large clitoris was standing erect, wanting attention. I rubbed it whilst I played with my own cock and she groaned. 'Fuck me,' she whimpered. I positioned my cock at her hole and gave her pussy one or two slaps with it before moving in. She was warm and wet but still quite tight as she welcomed me in. I looked down at her lovely face and those tremendous tits. Her nipples were long and needed to be sucked so I bent to them and began to work them with my tongue, giving them nibbles and sucking hard. 'Slap them,' she said and I began to hit her large breasts, watching them redden with each blow. Pete had said she liked it rough but I had not believed her as she was so demure in day to day life. Now, she moaned appreciatively and her grip tightened. I reached underneath her to finger her arse but found it was full of spunk so withdrew my hand and instead clawed her buttocks, raking my fingers through them. 'Harder,' she said and I began to ram into her, pulling her nipples up as if to lift her from the bed. I was worried about hurting her but she urged me on and was soon coming hard. Knowing I was not far off, but desperate to possess her arse, I flipped her and began to push my cock up her rectum, finding it surprisingly looser than I had imagined it would be.. This calmed me a little and I reached for her hair, using it as reins to pull her back onto me. Hearing a noise behind me, I looked and saw that Alan had gone back to Kate and that she was now straddling him, fondling her own breasts and rubbing her clitoris hard as she rode his huge weapon. As I watched her cum violently, I knew I was at the point of no return so moved to Mary's face – she looked at me and smiled and I erupted, covering her in spunk, then rubbing the head of my cock over her lovely lips. She opened wide, licked it clean and then curled up, contented. We were beginning to feel tired but John had other plans. Filling 11 glasses with JD, he proposed a toast to 'us'. We downed them in one and then he said, 'A year ago, gentlemen, we voted for the most fuckable wife and these three were the winners. You have sampled them all so it is time to re-run the contest.' He led each of the women to the bed and positioned them so that their heads were at the bottom. He moved the hand of each to their crotches. 'OK, same rules, drop your load on the face of the most fuckable wife.Ladies,do all you can to help us on our way' As the women began to finger themselves, each man moved to the one he would vote for. I went to Mary, who was still soaked in my cum, and was joined by Steve and Dave; Paul went to Ellen; John, Alan, Michael and Pete positioned themselves over Kate and as the women stroked, we wanked our tired cocks over their faces. Soon, what spunk was left in us was covering their faces and Kate was declared the winner. Dripping in spunk, she bowed to the boys and all three women hugged each other, laughing. 'OK, let's get cleaned up and then fuck off to your own rooms or there will be no golf played tomorrow,' said John laughing. 'Oh, and next year, it is your turn to bring your wives,' he said to those who thought that they had got away with a free ride.