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Sexual Renaissance Ch. 01

By: mrnicerguy



When our two kids reached late teens and started spending more and more weekends away from our London home, Jane and I rediscovered sex. Not that we had lost track of it altogether - we had always been a fairly 'up for it' couple. But you know how it is... 

Still, we started going out again – pubs, movies, a meal now and then, or we'd just get some wine in and relax. And whenever we knew the house would be empty on a Friday or Saturday night, we both knew what was on the agenda. 

After twenty years there wasn't much we hadn't tried sexually as a couple – and enjoyed. Jane loved to give and receive oral as much as I did. She liked her lingerie too, specially stockings and thongs – she'd wear them when we went out and then keep them on later. There was a pretty comprehensive collection of toys hidden at the back of a wardrobe that started to come out more and more, a black wash-bag filled with half a dozen vibrators and dildos we'd acquired over the years. And we'd been having occasional anal for years too - something Jane had a particularly evident taste for. 

She would always let me know when she was in the mood to have her 'bad place' played with. If I was down on her she'd shift around till her ass was on my tongue and then squeal with pleasure as I squeezed it in. Or she'd reach for the toys and come back with one of the slimmer vibes we'd bought for the very purpose, whispering; "I want this one tonight..." And with the house kid-free we got back to talking in bed too... stories of past lovers and experiences, the fantasies we'd both harboured and shared over the years that now managed to get us hornier than ever. 

It seemed there were plenty of things we both still dreamed of doing. I'd always known how much Jane wanted to play with another woman – she enjoyed her own taste so much on my fingers or face and she'd told me she often thought about trying more. As for me, the idea of bringing just about anyone into our bed had been a huge turn-on for many years – women, another guy or a couple, whatever. I guess that's a pretty typical guy thing though, judging by most of the porn I read. 

So about six months ago, the kids went off to music festivals leaving us home alone for three nights straight and we both knew what that meant. We got up on a Saturday morning with detailed plans for a day in the West End. A little clothes shopping first, including a lingerie department, followed by an hour or two in Soho where we'd become a lot less cautious about ducking into sex shops. We were in the market for new toys and anything else that took our fancy. Finally a nice bottle of wine with supper and maybe a couple more to take home.

We got back about ten loaded with bags and Jane slumped full length onto the sofa, a glass of wine in her hand. She propped her head on a hand and curled up her legs, smoothing her skirt over her ass and staring across at me with a lazy 'guess how I'm feeling' grin. She looked amazing for a woman of 44... she'd lost a lot of weight recently and was wearing tighter, clingier clothes than ever, as plenty of guys had noticed during the day. The leather skirt she had on now had ridden up over her legs to show just a tiny strip of pale thigh above black stocking tops, and in the low-cut silk top her breasts nestled together invitingly. She looked like the ultimate 'MILF'. "Don't move." I said, dashing upstairs for my camera.

When I got back she had moved, but only to increase the amount of leg on view. I took a couple of shots as she drew on a cigarette and showed her the results. We'd never actually taken 'sexy' pics of each other – not once in 20 years. Jane stared at the two shots and zoomed in. 

"Wow. I actually look... well, pretty good!" She was genuinely surprised and looked up at me quizzically. "Shall we take some more?"

Well, you know how it goes. She ended up stripping slowly with me snapping away till all she had on was her black suspender belt, stockings and thong. Which was when we grabbed another bottle and headed for bed. With the camera.

It was a long session, even by our standards. By three in the morning she had come four times, twice on my tongue, once on my cock and again as I eased a brand new vibrator into her ass while sucking hard on her clit. I took dozens of photos – close-ups of her sucking my cock and then deep-throating a new jelly dildo that she'd just pulled, shining and wet, from her pussy. I caught shots of her face in orgasm and her pussy dripping with cum. Plus a whole series of her from behind as she knelt on all fours and played with herself, ending with the 9" jelly all the way in. She stared at the latest photos each time with growing excitement and delighted by how good she looked. As I told her, the shots were as good or better than any you'd see on amateur Internet sites. That wasn't really her thing, but she knew I visited them now and then. 

"Really?" she asked. "I can't believe that..." 

"OK, I'll prove it." I was back with the laptop in seconds and stretched out next to her, pulling up a favourite site. Jane stared intently as I clicked through a series of 'mature' posters – some of the women I knew she would compare herself to.

I showed her their profiles, their self-descriptions, their sexual preferences, the comments people had left. As I clicked onwards she suddenly stopped me; 

"Fuck... what's that one?" It was a 'tribute' pic – someone had printed off a shot of a curvy mature brunette, peeking over her shoulder as the photographer snapped her ample ass and pussy from behind. Hovering above the print was a smooth, fat cock gripped tightly in a brown, hairy hand. The print itself was virtually obscured by a massive, pearly splatter of cum, pooling thickly right on the brunette's asshole. 

"Oh my God."

"What? Pretty gross yeah?" 

"Yes... Well, no... It's just... fuck that's a lot of cum..."

"There's hundreds of those. They're supposed to be flattering - and I guess it is when you think about it. I mean these guys have plenty of pics to choose from."

She now took over with the trackpad, exploring the whole site, amazed by the variety, the quality of some of the pics, the filthy comments and requests, the number of people who showed their faces. She kept going back to one poster – a middle-aged couple from the States whose posts included several sessions with a second guy, all shot in various hotel rooms with a couple of videos too. 

"Wow... wonder how her husband keeps the camera still!"

She zoomed in on one shot, where the woman – a little large perhaps but very attractive - was gripping a massive, black cock as she sucked at it, her fingers barely meeting around its girth and her wedding/engagement rings clearly on show. In the next shot his come was flowing out of her mouth, down the shaft and over the rings. Jane was squirming now, softly mumbling the occasional 'wow' or 'fuck' or 'look at that...'. 

One of the videos showed the woman straddling the same black guy, riding up and down enthusiastically on his horse-like cock. The camera suddenly became still, presumably as the photographer put it on a tripod, and then he appeared – an overweight, balding white guy about fifty, climbing onto the bed behind his wife and inching forward till his stiff, stubby cock was pushing against her asshole. She yelped softly as he pushed straight into her, then lowered her head to snake a pink tongue into her black lover's mouth. Jane's eyes were shining.

"You should send her a message..." I offered. "Tell them how much you like their posts."

"What? You can do that?"

"Sure you can – where do you think all the comments come from? You put your pics up there and see what people think of them..."

"Oh my God..."

She went quiet for a minute and I had a good idea what she was thinking. And it seemed like a good idea at the time, so I leaned close to her ear and whispered; 

"Maybe we should put our pics up there... see what people think of you..."

Silence. She froze for a full thirty seconds. Damn it, I'd gone too far and ruined the moment. Then she looked round at me with a curious gleam in her eye. 

"No faces though, OK? Absolutely not – and nothing showing the house or anything."

Twenty minutes later, my finger hovering over the 'upload' button, I said "OK, this is it – one click and you're a porn star. You sure now?" 

Her reply was to grin mischievously and click the button herself. A message came back almost immediately saying the ten pics we'd uploaded would appear within a few hours and she was visibly disappointed. But not for long. I poured some more wine and got right back to making her come a fifth time – which judging by how wet her pussy was, wasn't going to take too long. 

Funnily enough, she wanted to straddle me and I lay there watching her writhe, head back, her hands squeezing her tits and pinching the nipples hard. And when I brought a dildo to her ass – one of the bigger ones – she simply reached for the lube, smearing it quickly and thickly onto her ass then used her own fingers to ease its large head past the tight ring of her anus. As I began to thrust into her she took the dildo herself and by the time she came she was ramming its full length in and out of her ass and making strange, deep, guttural noises. She collapsed next to me, the dildo still inside her, and passed out.

Next morning she was keen to visit the website, but I said we should wait till the evening. That way all the time zones would have had a chance to see her and there'd be more comments. I was desperate to look too of course, but in the end we held off and the anticipation was an erotic experience in itself. We took to bed early that night with the laptop propped up on a pillow. I logged on. We hadn't filled in any of the profile sections yet so there was nothing but Jane's photos on there. But there were already 37 messages! 

The first was disappointing – a poster with no pics to show and a message that read "I want fuck me baetifull womens have biggest cock." Jane giggled and clicked on... more of the same. Then we found one from a UK guy – said he was called Duncan and was 33. And there was a pic attached of him standing naked and beaming in front of his PC, his very decent cock standing straight up as Jane's round ass filled his monitor. She was astonished but delighted. 

"Fuck! That's me! He's got me on his screen. The dirty young bastard!!" 

She quickly moved to his posts to find pics of him fucking a variety of women – young, older, in groups, with couples... a very busy guy. His profile explained how he was divorced and having plenty of fun chatting, swapping pics and meeting new people through the site. His personal message said; 

'Hi Jane and welcome to the site! Love your pics and that arse is gorgeous. Maybe we could chat sometime – your profile's a bit empty and I want to know more about you!'

"See?" I said to her as she clicked on the next message. "You got some young guy hard just by showing your ass to him... aren't you going to reply?"

"And say what?"

"I dunno... Tell him about what you like... what you fantasise about."

"Such as...?"

"Well judging by last night, it's getting shagged silly by two cocks... DP they call it – double penetration."

"Haha... that's just a fantasy though."

"Exactly. Doesn't matter if it turns you – and him – on. Go on, I dare you... look, he's online right now."

She went back to Duncan's message and thought for a minute before starting to type:

'Hi Duncan - thank you for your comments. Glad you like what you see. I'm a bit new to all this so I don't know what to tell you. I'm 44 and married – my husband took the pics and I really enjoyed it. Love the site – so sexy to see so many naughty people up there! We just want to have a bit of fun I guess. Maybe we'll post some more soon. Love, Jane.'

She was still re-reading it when I hit 'send'. She blushed and cussed me, but I knew how excited she was. She was lying on her tummy with her chin propped up on one hand. I couldn't see where the other hand was. A few minutes ticked by as we looked at the other messages – a few looked promising but most were nonsense. I refreshed the page again and there was a reply from Duncan with another photo. This time he was facing his screen with another shot of Jane displayed. He was holding his stiff cock and pointing it right at her pussy. We read his message:

'Hi there Jane. Damn you look good for 44 – just love older ladies! Sure would like to help your husband out one of these days... I was just stroking my cock looking at your pics and thought you might like to see. Please tell me you have more – or maybe you could take one specially for me? D x'

I was right – her other hand was busy as she read the message. She was wearing a short negligee and I slowly lifted its hem to reveal her big, round ass, bending down to kiss the base of her spine. 

"Well you can't disappoint him now hun... better choose a pic for him..."

"No way – all the others show my face – and he's British for god's sake. Might live round the corner for all we know. What if I bumped into him in Sainsbury's?!"

"OK. So we'll have to take a new one then... anyway, we can blur your face out before we send it if you must. Now what are you going to show him, hmmm?"

We messaged him back to say it might take a while, then decided to follow his lead and have one of his photos on our screen. Jane said I should choose it and I settled on one showing him sprawled on a sofa, legs spread wide as a girl rode him, her back to the camera and his thick cock balls deep in her arse. Jane smiled to herself and shrugged, then stretched out on her side, next to the laptop. She looked up at me as I set the camera. 

"I suppose strictly speaking I should be touching myself too. What do you think?"

"Absolutely. And since he was hard, I guess you should be... wet. At least."

She slid a hand between her thighs and lifted one knee till I could see her lips, already pink and puffy. Three fingers slipped straight into her and I took a couple of shots close up. Then I asked her to get on hands and knees so her face would be hidden and while she turned round I grabbed the toy bag from beside the bed, whipping out the new vibrator. As she knelt, her back arched and her face in the pillow, I brought it to her pussy and switched it on. She gasped as I slid it straight into her, then grabbed it from me and began to work it hard while I took a dozen or so pics. She was furious when I took it out, just as she was hitting her stride, but I reminded her we had someone waiting for us.

I chose one of the last shots where Jane had lifted her head. You could see her thick, brown hair clearly and just about make out some of her profile. She agreed it didn't show too much and we uploaded it immediately. Duncan was impressed. 

Jane and Duncan started to swap messages rapidly. She learned that he was a sales director for some construction firm, lived in Kent and had a thing for older women. He learned that Jane was a nurse, lived in South London and had a thing for porno photo sessions. Well, she had now. As they swapped messages I went downstairs to open some wine and got held up by a phone call from a colleague. Then a neighbour called round to borrow some tools I had out back. By the time I got back to Jane an hour had passed and she was putting the laptop away and straightening the bed.

She looked up and smiled nervously. I sat down, curious to know how her chat ended.

"Ummm..." she tried. "Yeah, it was good – great fun actually!"

"Cool. So how did you end it?"

"I don't know really... it was weird... he's quite a persuasive kind of guy, y'know?"

"OK. So what then? What did he persuade you to do? More photos?"

"No... no, he actually tried persuading me to meet up with him at a hotel. Weekend after next – the Hilton in Shepherd's Bush for Chissake. He said it'd be best if you came too... honestly, what a nerve."

"So what did you say?"

"I said we'd think about it - just to keep him interested, y'know?"

Thing is, Jane had no idea just how interested I already was.

Sexual Renaissance Ch. 02



I was amazed at how fast Jane had taken to the whole cybersex thing. I'd been playing around with it for a couple of years with some very fruitful results, but I never once thought that she would ever share my enthusiasm. And now there she was, up on my favourite site in glorious, hi-res colour for any horny guy -- or woman - to see and fantasise about. 

I work from home but Jane had an early start next morning. We passed briefly in the kitchen and she gave me a hug, saying how much fun the previous night had been. I had to agree.

"Absolutely. We should do some more -- now that you have at least one admirer out there... probably more by now."

She gave me a curious little smile and headed for work with a definite spring in her step. I headed straight for my PC. Another bunch of messages had come in but there was also a new one from Duncan that he must have sent after we'd gone to bed:

'Wow Jane -- you really got me all fired up tonight! It would be amazing if you could make that weekend - please have that chat with your husband and let's see what happens. Meanwhile, here's a pic of what you did to me -- just imagine what the real thing would be like... And btw, please send me a pic showing more of your face -- after all, you've seen me now and you look so pretty from what I can see. D x'

I opened the attached photo knowing what to expect. Sure enough, there was Duncan's desk and lying on it was a big print of Jane, sprayed with a very respectable amount of thick, white cum, most of it pooled on her asshole of course. You could see he had also wiped his cock on her face. 

And what a cock. The previous shots had showed he was big, but the fully hard, heavy-looking cock hovering above Jane's ass in this one was really something to behold. Not a particularly large head, but as thick at the tip as at the base -- I reckoned around eight inches of solid, smooth, hairless, uncut flesh. 

He certainly had more going on than I do. OK, I make Jane come pretty much every time we fuck -- and I have fathered two kids with it. But I'm an 'average' guy. Jane has never complained of course, even though I know she had a couple of bulls before she met me. And I've never complained either -- after all, I get all the anal sex I need, which I bet Duncan doesn't! 

Anyway, Duncan was online and I was tempted to message him right away but I held back. If this was going any further I had to let Jane initiate it -- if it went wrong I didn't want her saying it was all my idea or that she only did it for me. No, it had to be her choice and whatever she decided, I would go along with it - 'reluctantly' of course. Thing was, she didn't have any way to log in to the website, so if she wanted to go any further she had to ask -- perfect.

Jane was home by six. We had dinner, watched some TV, chatted about the kids and work. Our session went unmentioned -- same thing the next day and right through the week. Until Friday.

The house was empty again and Jane had headed straight for the shower when she got in. I was finishing some work in my office when she appeared -- not in her usual tracksuit pants and sweater, but wearing some very tight new jeans she'd just bought with a skimpy little T-shirt. She was also wearing full make-up and perfume -- it looked like I was going to get lucky tonight.

"You nearly finished hun?"

"Yeah, all done here. I was just about to shut down."

"Oh, OK. I was just wondering, y'know, whether there were any more comments... or messages."

"Um yeah, I think there was one actually -- from that Duncan guy. I haven't looked at it yet -- shall we have a look?"

I logged on and she leaned over my shoulder to read the message.

"Wow, we really did get him interested didn't we?"

"We? Seems it was you that's got him all worked up about next weekend. Poor bastard." Then she saw there was another attachment.

"Come on then, let's see the pic."

I opened the file and waited. In the silence that followed her breathing quickened as she stared at the image of herself -- her ass, pussy, back and hair all covered in Duncan's spunk.

I looked up to find her blushing deeply, lips slightly parted. "Jesus Jane, I don't think I've ever seen that much cum in one place! Wow. Makes you wonder doesn't it?"

She snapped out of her semi-trance but her eyes never left the screen. "What? How do you mean -- wonder what?"

"Well, like he said -- makes you wonder how much he'd come for the real thing!"

Jane straightened up and sighed. "He probably does this all the time. I mean, he's got plenty of pics of him screwing women on there, so why would a young bloke sit at home wanking over photos of women like me? Don't get me wrong -- it's great fun, but it's not real."

"True. But come on hun, you know how good you look in those photos we took. And a lot of younger guys on here are looking for 'mature' women. Anyway, you're gonna have to reply -- at least tell him you're flattered."

"I guess. Anyway, I feel like a glass of wine -- want some?"

I nodded and got up to follow her downstairs, but she gently pushed me back into my chair. "It's OK, I'll bring the bottle up..."

Ten minutes later we were on Duncan's page with Jane 'casually' clicking through his posts again. Suddenly he was online and Jane actually jumped.

"Oh no -- he's there! Can he tell we're looking at his stuff?"

"Course not -- unless you tell him. But he knows we're online. Go on, just say Hi at least." 

"Yeah, but he's probably going to start on about meeting up again. Maybe we should just drop it -- I mean, swapping pics is great fun and all that, but this guy's looking for something else. He's a player."

"Yeah, I guess. But don't tell me you haven't been thinking about it... about what it'd be like if you went along with it. I know you..."

"Oh do you now!" 

"You know I do. And I have to say, I've had the occasional stiffy thinking about it this week. God knows we've talked about it enough times -- just pretending, obviously. But this is even better. Go on -- lead him on a bit. It's just a bit of fun, that's all."

"You're mean..."

I paced the room as she started typing, hesitantly at first, then faster and faster. When she paused I walked up behind her to see what she'd written.

'Hi Duncan. So you all by yourself on a Friday night? What a shame! Just thought I'd thank you for your very flattering photo. It's nice to know I can still get a young guy so excited. We might post some more pics this weekend so be sure to have a look later on. Take care, Jane x.'

She looked up at me. "What do you think? Send?"

I nodded and off it went. We started looking at some of the other messages and found one from a German couple that looked promising. But as we started exploring their posts, in came Duncan's reply. 

'Hey Jane. Glad you enjoyed my tribute... I certainly did. And great news about new pics! So did you talk with your husband? Gonna come and play with me next weekend?'

Jane sighed. "See? Now what?" "Why don't you tell him we're, y'know, interested but a bit cautious -- ask him about how it works... what he expects, what the ground rules are. Go on, it'll be... interesting."

Over the next half hour Jane and Duncan swapped a bunch of messages and he really had it all figured out. He said it would be best for her 'hubbie' to come along and to meet for a few drinks and a chat before anything else happened. He offered to buy us dinner, take us clubbing, whatever we wanted -- and then pay for a room at the hotel for the two of us. He seemed so at ease with the idea, repeating over and over that Jane could drop the whole idea any time she wanted if it wasn't working out. 

Finally Jane stopped typing and sat back. "We really should stop now. It's not fair. He seems like a genuinely nice guy."

"OK. You're right. Shame really though..."

"How so?"

"Well... if only we were a little braver... y'know."

I left the sentence hanging and shut down the PC for her. "Anyway, come on -- let's go and finish this wine. I feel like resuming my role as your official photographer..." She smiled knowingly and went ahead of me, a noticeable wiggle in her ass telling me all I needed to know.

I kept her glass filled for the rest of the evening and she got pretty tipsy -- and increasingly horny as is always the case when she drinks. By eleven we were in the bedroom with scented candles everywhere and Jane wearing little but hold-ups and shiny, spiky heels. 

After taking a dozen or so photos of her posing on the bed with a hand down the front of her sheer black thong (and a couple with the other hand down the back...), we had got into a delicious 69 with her on top. She was incredibly wet -- even more than usual -- and writhed around till my whole face was sweetly soaked. I reached for the toy bag without her knowing and brought out an old friend -- an expensive dildo we'd bought the previous year, a totally lifelike silicone dick, thick, veined and soft to the touch.

As she took my cock into her throat I ran my tongue over her clit and upwards, delving deep into the heat of her wide-open pussy before finding her anus with the tip and probing into it. She moaned deeply and relaxed, granting me deeper access and I pushed further as she ground herself onto me. As I returned to her clit I brought the warm head of the dildo to her pussy and slid it gently up and down, coating it in her juices. She picked up the motion with her hips, riding both my tongue and the rubber cock with a growing need. 

I gently eased the head past her lips and reached for her hand, guiding it to her thigh then up onto her ass cheek. As the dildo easily slid deeper I brought her hand to my mouth, sucking and soaking her middle finger before placing it right over her anus. She pushed it in slowly, a deep, animalistic grunt letting me know I was doing all the right things. I knew just how hot she was getting when she withdrew it, slowly wet it some more with her own mouth and then replaced it.

As the dildo bottomed out I rolled her onto her side. I began to pump her pussy, pulling it almost all the way out before giving her the full length again, her hungry cunt now making wet sounds that had her sucking my cock like her life depended on it. I felt her starting the long, slow ascent towards orgasm and decided it was time to engineer the situation a little. 

Still pumping her I leaned back so I could see her face and began to talk. 

"Oh babe that's incredible... look at that pussy sucking this great big cock all the way in... so deep... How's it feel hun? Is it filling you up hmmm? You want me to go faster? Harder?"

Her sucking became even more intense -- I needed to be careful not to come too soon. But it told me what she wanted and I began to ram the dildo into her quite brutally. Then, as her panting was just short of the 'point of no return' I pulled it out with a wet 'plop' and eased my own cock from her lips. She looked at me, breathless and surprised as I held the dildo up, sticky and shining in the candlelight.

"Oh babe look at that. Here... see how good you taste tonight..."

I brought the bulbous head to her mouth and her lips parted, accepting. The tip of her tongue traced its outline before running down each side, gathering up and savouring her own juices. 

"Oh Jane that is such a sight..."

Her eyes closed as she took the whole thing in her mouth again. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and whispered, "Tell me what you're thinking..."

She ran her tongue back down the side of the cock, eyes still shut. "You know full well what I'm thinking."

"Probably. I reckon, right now, that's Duncan's cock you're sucking on... right?"

She grinned drunkenly and opened one eye to look at me. I slid another finger into her pussy. "Mmmm.. Well I guess it must be, babe..."

Letting her tongue linger wetly around the ridge beneath the head, she began to slowly wank the dildo's length as I started to stroke myself, her words slurring now from the wine and from something even stronger -- total, absolute lust, "Yes, Duncan's big, fat, gorgeous cock... straight from my sore, stretched out pussy... all sticky and so hard! What a shame it's not going to spray some of that juicy hot come all over my face..."

"I know... just imagine... holding a strange cock, your fingers wrapped round him and pumping hard... waiting to see his great big load of thick cum shoot all over you, or maybe you'd prefer it in your pussy.... or deep in your ass... would you like that, hmmm? To feel all that cum splashing your insides, all hot and so much of it it's squirting out of you as he rams into you over and over. Tell me... tell me how much you'd like that..."

"Oh god babe, I do... I want it... ohhhh fuck... I fucking want it!"

She was suddenly on the point of coming, eyes screwed shut as her mind ran visions of Duncan's fat dick fucking her everywhere at once. I had four fingers in her pussy now, pushing deep, my thumb making frantic circles on her clit. She was going over the edge hard and fast.

"But you're gonna have to settle for mine - this time..."

"Mmmm yes... this time... come on babe, I want it all over me."

As her pussy began to throb round my fingers I came, the first spurt going straight into her open mouth, the second onto her cheek as she began to rub it all over her face with the dildo, grunting and gasping with an intense, overwhelming orgasm.

I waited till she was well asleep before heading for the PC. Duncan wasn't around I sent him a message of my own this time:

'Hello Duncan. I'm Barry -- Jane's husband. Just to say I think we might all be meeting up next weekend -- we had a chat about it and Jane seems really keen. It's a first for both of us so we'll have to go easy, but if you could be online tomorrow night (Saturday) around eleven that would be cool. Just don't let on that you had this message OK?'

I hit 'send', sat back, lit a cigarette and grinned. This was going to work just fine. At last!



Sexual Renaissance Ch. 03



Having sent my message to Duncan that night, I deleted it and closed down the PC. I slid into bed next to Jane feeling almost guilty. Almost. 

OK, it was me that had set this thing in motion - I guess I had pretty much engineered the entire situation so far. But no one was being coerced here and that was vital. The fact is, to have someone I loved do anything against their will, just to please me... well that's something I hope I'm not even capable of. And from here on, whatever happened next - if anything – well, that was going to be entirely up to her. 

Jane was asleep on her side, still on top of the covers, legs splayed with one knee drawn up and an arm resting across her hip. I stared at her for a long time – her breasts heaving deeply as she breathed, her full lips now stripped of lipstick and slightly parted, her hair knotted and still sticky with cum. She liked to fall asleep like that – and to wake up smelling of sex.

You see, Jane was never what you'd call demure. Never had been. She was a well educated, upper middle class girl with manners and accent to match – outwardly respectable, conservative even. But when I'd met her 25 years ago she'd been a hot, curvy little art student with killer tits, green hair and a newly discovered, voracious appetite for sex, drugs and rock'n'roll – an appetite I helped her indulge to the full during three years of college. 

She used to love getting noisy as we fucked in an ever-changing series of student houses and bedsits, with drunken neighbours cheering us on through thin walls. It was her that dared me to buy a vibrator one afternoon when we'd gone into a sex shop 'for a laugh'. And it was her – in the throes of an early-hours, popper-stoked session of extreme lust – who first dragged my cock from her pussy and to my utter amazement forced it straight into her arse. That was three new experiences for me in our first year. Believe me, she was always a horny, knowing, sweet, sticky, willingly creative and dirty little thing. It was great.

Amazingly, given our mutual interests, we've been faithful to each other all this time, which is maybe why we've enjoyed various spoken fantasies for many years now. Chief among these is one that's grown into a clear favourite – the one that starts with numerous scenarios that all lead to the same place – where Jane, me and another guy - or couple - all end up fucking each other's brains out. 

Quite apart from any of that, she'd always had a strong interest in double-penetration, ever since we'd watched a threesome porn film together as students. Since that night she has used one of our growing collection of toys to re-enact that particular train of randy thought on numerous occasions. Once she has two cocks in her she'll come within minutes – and come hard and loud.

Then, more recently – just a couple of years ago – we decided to take a dirty weekend in Norfolk. We stayed in a seedy, indifferent little hotel near the sea-front and on the first night we were still fucking at three in the morning when we heard a key turn in the lock. 

Jane was on top of me, back to the room and shot a look into the wardrobe mirror just as the door opened. We both froze as a decent-looking middle-aged guy walked in, switched on the light and stopped, suitcase in hand and mouth open in total disbelief. 

No one spoke for what seemed like ages, then he began stammering an apology as he backed away into the corridor, still staring at Jane's arse poised on the upstroke, the tip of my cock barely in her. 

I stared at him, then her as she responded with a broad grin, looking right at him in the mirror before sliding herself down on me. Later I jokingly asked her what she'd have said if I'd asked him to stay and she told me she'd been thinking about that too. She never really answered one way or another...

But here we were now and I'd finally got us to the point where she could choose to live out her fantasy (and mine) or not. Our next session online would most likely give us the answer to that.

Saturday evening came round so slowly it seemed, but by nine we were alone in the house. Neither of us had mentioned sex all day and I was beginning to think my suspicions were wrong – maybe Jane had already written off the idea. Maybe she felt it was too risky, or perhaps that she was just too old to go through with anything so radical. Then, as we washed up after dinner, she casually brought it up;

"So... you been on that website lately?"

"Yeah – had a quick look yesterday."

"I was just wondering if people are still looking at our pics..."

"Umm... didn't actually check. We should check it out later maybe, yeah? Only I have to go out for an hour – Tom rang asking to borrow my spare hard drive and I said I'd drop it round. But you go ahead if you like – here, I'll jot down the password..."

Ten minutes later I was in the pub and Jane was home alone with access to Duncan. This would be my final act of interference – the rest was down to fate. And Jane.

I got back just before midnight and the place was silent and dark with just a dim light coming from the office window. It looked like she had been in there the whole time. Excellent. I rattled about in the kitchen to let her know I was back and within minutes I heard her coming downstairs. 

She walked in wearing a thin silk robe, open to reveal the fish-net body stocking I'd bought her some months back. Her nipples were hard and poking through the mesh as she came straight to me, planting a wet kiss on my mouth. Her tongue, sweet with red wine, found mine and she pressed her naked crotch into me. I was instantly hard and she giggled.

"Coming to bed?" she breathed, "I'm feeling ridiculously horny..."

"So I see... what have you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing really - just a quick look at that website of yours..." 

"Aha. Looking or chatting?"

I could see she was flustered - and maybe just a tad secretive too. "Oh, y'know, bit of both I guess."

I smiled inanely, saying nothing. But she clearly needed to stay on the subject and chattered on. "Yeah.. that Duncan guy was on again... asking for more pics of course – I mean god knows why! Honestly... young guy like him... what's his problem anyway? Weird if you ask me... still, he seems quite a nice guy really... kept asking when you were going to be online."

"Did he now? Well you can tell me all about it – I'll be up in a minute. Maybe we'll go online later. In fact, why don't I go and see if the camera's charged? It's time we put another post up."

Jane beamed, eyes half closed at the thought. "Ooh, now there's an idea..."

And then I knew exactly who she'd be posing for. She ran a hand down her stomach, pressing it between her pussy and my now definitely stiff cock. She smiled at the contact and looked up at me; "Y'know, that guy Duncan was saying such nice things about me tonight. And such rude things... "

She took my hand and gently pushed it between her legs. Her pussy was literally hot and already soaking as I slid two fingers straight into her. "See how wet he got me?... You probably ought to thank him."

She kissed me, her tongue finding mine. I brought my wet, fragrant fingers to where our mouths joined and we both savoured her, Jane groaning deeply at the taste of her own excitement.

"Mmm, maybe I will."

She giggled, turned and swayed out of the kitchen as I poured myself some wine and let the minutes tick by. I found the camera, ditched my shoes and climbed the stairs silently. The bedroom door was slightly open, candlelight flickering on the walls inside as I padded across to peer through the crack. Jane was lying across the bed, knees drawn up and slightly parted, arms stretched above her head, the robe gone. 

I leaned in with the camera ready. She jumped as the flash went off but made no move to hide her naked pussy. My clothes were off in seconds and I stretched out next to her, kissing her neck and shoulders, settling on a hard nipple as I noticed our toy bag poked under a pillow. 

She turned her back to me, pushing her bottom into my groin and wriggling as she found me hard. I reached down, finding her wetness and beginning to stroke her lips with a slow rhythm. She let out a long, deep sigh.

"Oh babe, that's so nice... mmm... "

"God, you're soaked! Come on... tell me what you'd like me to do for you... or maybe you should tell me about your little online session for starters... I think it's funny – him doing all the work and me getting all the benefits." I slid two fingers all the way into her and let my thumb gently circle her anus as she pretended to chide me.

"Oh that's cruel... poor guy. You do realise he thinks he's up for the whole threesome thing next weekend? You're so mean."

"OK... but come on, he ought to know by now that most of the people on that site are just playing around and fantasising – like we are. More fool him if he thinks it's for real... So what did he say to you anyway?"

"Oh, the usual stuff. He wanted to get into the gory details, y'know? Wanted to know our ground rules – what we would and wouldn't do... what we were looking for. Said he'd respect our 'boundaries'... then he even started on about how clean he is and how he's just had all the tests and then tried convincing me we wouldn't need condoms or anything..."

"Wow. Very detailed – you were chatting for a while then? And presumably he's under the impression I'm actually up for all this?"

"Well, yeah I did say we'd talked it over – oh come on, I was having fun. I had to keep him interested somehow..."

"I see. And it's me that's being mean is it?" 

I slapped her arse playfully and reached inside the toy bag, feeling around for the lifelike one she had pretended – just the night before and so enthusiastically – was Duncan's. I wet its head between her lips and began to push it slowly home, meeting no resistance at all. It felt like if I'd let go of it, her pussy would have just sucked that cock straight in. Then, with the entire length buried in her, she made her play.

"I was thinking... I mean, he has no idea what we look like has he?"

"Course not. And?"

"Well, I dunno... it'd just be so funny to go there – I mean, go and have a few drinks in the bar where we're supposed to be meeting and... well, just watch him waiting. Don't you think that'd be a giggle? And then we could just get a room and have our own fun... the kids will both be off for the whole weekend by the way."

Bingo. I smiled to myself - a little smugly probably. Things were suddenly getting interesting. Jane obviously wanted to meet Duncan – and not just to get close to him in a hotel bar either. Now it was her doing the engineering and that's how it had to be. But I was slightly disappointed that she thought I'd fall for this hopelessly transparent plan. Still, it looked like I'd have to.

"True... that would be sort of interesting from our side – crap for him though of course. And as you say, it's not as if there'd be any risk since he has no idea what you look like - not your face, anyway... And yeah, a dirty weekend in Shepherd's Bush might be cool... Anyway, tell me about these ground rules you gave him. This is fun."

As I slipped the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy she told me breathlessly how he'd got her to list her likes and dislikes and what she'd expect from him. She had ended up telling him she at least wanted his cock in her mouth and for him to come over her big time like she'd seen in his photos - then told me she thought of that as pretty much just 'heavy petting'. 

But Duncan had wanted to know much more: could he fuck her to a screaming orgasm like he did every woman he took to bed? (cocky bastard) Answer: yes. Could he go down on her? Sure thing. And did she like to be rimmed? Oh yes. And did she like a little ass play in general? Definitely! When she told him his cock was maybe a bit too big for actual anal he'd sent her a pic of him with another woman, his cock buried to the hilt in her arse and her face in evident ecstasy. 

Then he wanted to know about me – would I leave them to it, or would I want to watch or even join in? Was I OK with a little 'cock contact' if it was the latter? He wanted to know how big I was and got 'average' in reply. He asked if we ever did 'poppers' and finally he'd suggested it might be even more fun if he brought a 'friend' into the action at some point – to which Jane again replied yes. Just to 'keep him interested' of course...

As her orgasm approached I took the dripping dildo from her pussy and replaced it with my now throbbing cock, only seconds away from coming myself. I brought the thick, rubber Duncan to her face, smearing her juices across her cheek and teasing her as she tried to find the head with her lips. Just as our climaxes overtook us both she found it, sucking greedily as I whispered into her ear.

"Yes... let's go for it... let's go there and play your little game then fuck each other silly all night... how about it, hmmm?"

I came deep inside her as she writhed and thrashed about across the bed, a huge smile of satisfaction on her face. "Yesssss.... oh yesss... oh god I can't wait!"



Sexual Renaissance Ch. 04



Before reading the remainder of this true story, I would like some of my readers to understand a couple of things about Jane and I (to those who have left positive comments, my thanks). 

First, we did not join the swinging lifestyle as a result of what happened -- it was a one-off fantasy fulfilment that worked for both of us and fuelled many a heated session for a long time after. Second, we are still together and very happy thanks. 

Sorry to disappoint the 'moral majority' who seem enjoy criticising our behaviour and moral values (what are you doing on this site anyway?) but really -- it all worked for us just fine.

*

Apart from booking a decent room at the Hilton for the following Saturday, I just let things run their course the rest of that week. I had revisited an old fantasy with a newly lustful wife. I had shown her the means by which we could intensify our enjoyment of it online. And I had made it easy for her to experiment with this new and very entertaining toy all alone. The rest, as I have said, was going to be down to Jane. But on reflection, that week was pretty bizarre.

On the Monday night we both chatted with Duncan whilst laughing together at our 'deception'. We dared each other to lead him on, each trying to outdo the other. 

"Come on," she'd said, "Let's really wind him up -- serves him right anyway, cocky little sod. Let him end up pleasing himself Saturday night while we get into the real thing... just down the hall..."

It got pretty hardcore in the end with me telling him that I had a thing for going down on her after she'd been fucked by strangers, which our new friend said was fine by him. She had countered with how much she 'just loved to rim a man's ass' and wondering 'would he find that exciting?' We giggled at each other's messages and generally joked around as we wrote, but Duncan was more than enthusiastic about the whole exchange. He not only accepted Jane's offer but promised to return the favour 'for as long as you can stand it' if she would just send a pic of her face.

"He's got a point you know," said Jane fiddling with her hair. "I mean, I could be ugly as sin for all he knows. I'd want to know what I was letting myself in for if... y'know if I was going to meet a complete stranger..."

"Me too. But then it would make the game a little difficult wouldn't it?"

So we sent him a few photos he hadn't seen yet along with an apology from Jane that she ended with; '...and don't worry about how I look. You won't be disappointed.'

He asked how many times we had done this sort of thing and I watched as Jane began to say it was her first time. I stopped her; "Careful, remember we just told him about my thing for creampies -- that made us sound like real swingers. Just say two or three times, yes?"

She seemed reluctant but agreed and Duncan responded with 'Great -- I hate all the uncertainty of first timers. Always difficult. It's cool when everyone knows what they want and just gets down to the fun. Wouldn't you agree?'

We did, of course.

Tuesday we hardly saw each other as Jane worked a late shift and I had an all-day meeting in Leeds. But on Wednesday I picked Jane up from work and we went shopping for 'our' dirty weekend. We started in a favourite sex shop right next to the car park but she walked round vaguely disinterested, pausing only to grab a small bottle of 'animal nitrate' as she used to call it back in the day. I was surprised but shrugged ok. 

She got much more enthusiastic when we passed an upmarket lingerie store and suggested I go and get a coffee while she looked for 'something special...' 

As we headed back to the car I asked her if she hadn't meant to look for an outfit for going out on Saturday night -- maybe something glamorous to go with the lingerie. But she waved it away.

"No -- I've already decided on that... thought I'd wear the black dress. You know... the Brighton one?"

I knew. An ankle-length, knitted sheath, so thin and so tight it clung to everything. In direct light it also showed just about everything. We'd spent a weekend in Brighton when she'd first bought it, with her attracting all kinds of attention from thong and stockings lovers wherever we went. She had loved the way that dress made her look and feel, getting bolder and bolder as the evening went on and finding new ways to show it off. By the time we got to bed that night she'd been delirious with lust and for weeks afterwards she found excuses to talk about the looks and comments she'd got...

It was Friday before we had any more contact with Duncan and it was brief, with e and Jane just swapping a few messages about how excited they were to be finally meeting up. 

It ended with Duncan suggesting a rough arrangement to meet in the Hilton bar at nine. We were to approach him, but we also described how we would both look -- falsely of course. He said he might be with a few colleagues to begin with but would get rid of them once we'd hooked up. 

As I shut down the PC we glanced at each other and smiled. It was odd really -- both of us acting like fellow conspirators in a sexy, rather naughty and childish game. Because at the same time we both knew, individually and privately, exactly what was about to unfold. And we both knew the other wanted it. We simply weren't going to discuss it.

There was no sex that week either, even though we both must have been in a highly aroused frame of mind the whole time. But after our final chat with Duncan that Friday, she had snuggled into to me as we 'spooned' in bed. She told me she loved me for the first time in many months, then talked about our good luck -- the kids, our home and friends. And our relationship. I had agreed and stroked her warm, bare shoulder until her words began to slur and she drifted into sleep.

She was already up when I woke next morning. The house was straight, there was a half-packed suitcase on the dresser and she was taking a long bath. She emerged naked and glowing, her legs smooth and her pussy newly exposed, sporting just a narrow, vertical strip of hair -- I think they call it a 'landing strip'.

She then spent a long time in the bedroom, painting finger and toe nails, before finishing her packing. I walked in as she was getting dressed -- she was just slipping the thin, black dress over her shoulders and her lingerie purchase was on full view. It was impressive, to say the least...

"Wow. Sure you don't want to get dressed later -- at the hotel?"

"I guess I could, but this stuff is so... I couldn't resist trying it on and... what do you think?"

She had chosen all-black - a silky garter belt, silk stockings with detailed tops plus completely sheer, high-cut 'boy' pants that clearly showed her newly exposed pussy. The push-up bra was so low-cut that her nipples peeked over the top. 

"Oh yeah... very nice. Really good choice babe. That's going to look pretty outrageous under the dress -- show me."

She pulled the dress tightly around her and fastened the many buttons at the front before spinning round to be admired. She had lost weight and the dress wasn't quite as tight as usual, but everything was there on show in the right light. At night, under hotel spotlights, she was going to cause quite a stir. 

"Well? Bit over the top maybe?"

"Not for me it isn't. Anyway, you know it turns us both on, having guys leering at you. Remember Brighton? You really got into it after a few drinks I seem to recall... and we did have an amazing night..."

She grinned at the memory and kissed me before slipping into high black stilettos. "Right then -- shall we get going?"

Having stopped to eat at a favourite Chinese restaurant on the way, it was just after eight when we arrived. The hotel lobby was busy with delegates from some business conference milling around -- mostly younger guys in suits revving up for a night on the town. We checked in and took the lift up to find our room -- a nice, spacious one with a huge bed plus chairs and a small sofa to one side. 

I opened our one suitcase and hung up a few things as Jane shrugged off her coat and stood in front of a full-length mirror. I had dimmed the main light so the black dress wasn't too revealing as she turned and looked over her shoulder to admire her round and perfectly framed arse. But I crossed to the switch and turned up the ceiling spots and sure enough -- any half-trained eye could see she was definitely dressed for fun and games. She looked at me and smiled, evidently pleased with the result.

With our bathroom stuff in place, two bottles of wine stood on the dresser and the toy-bag stashed under a pillow we were ready to head for the bar. I took one more look at the room as we left, just beginning to imagine the scenes that might take place there later...

We found a free table to one side of the noisy bar and I left Jane alone while I went for drinks, casting my eye around the room for any sign of Duncan. Looking across to where she sat, legs crossed, I saw Jane doing the same thing. As the drinks arrived I noticed a small group of young guys next to me start nudging each other and nodding towards her -- the stockings had been noticed already and one of them muttered "Oh yeah... total MILF. Up for it or what?" His friends sniggered and another added; "I definitely would though... the old ones are the dirty ones, innit?." 

It was well after nine before he appeared, entering from a door behind me. Jane saw him and visibly twitched before blushing deeply. I knew exactly what she'd seen and watched her eyes follow his progress as he weaved through the crowd to the bar. 

"I think that's him... hun, I think that's Duncan -- over at the bar!"

He had already caught a barman's eye and ordered. As the young group I'd overheard drank up and moved off, he slid onto a stool and began to survey the room. He was actually much better looking than in his photos -- taller certainly and with the sort of features Jane had always been drawn to. The hair was dark and wavy, swept back into a vaguely fifties quiff, and the face was rugged -- angular, stern, with a long, straight nose. He gazed around methodically, studiously searching faces and weighing up the bodies of the relatively few women present.

Jane actually looked terrified. The flush in her cheeks had crept down to her neck and she was breathing fast, her voice shaky. 

"Oh my god, he's really looking isn't he? This is crazy -- he'll know it's me I know it... Quick -- let's just chat, OK? Hold my hand... Don't look!"

I took her hand on the table and looked into her eyes. As she leaned towards me, arching her back, the dress tightened around her thighs accentuating the tell-tale lines of her lingerie even more. She shot quick glances towards the bar as I spoke.

"It's OK, don't panic. If we ignore him I'm sure he won't have the balls to just approach complete strangers. And if the worst came to the worst and he did somehow spot us -- well come on, we can just put a halt to it all there and then. Just say 'no' and 'sorry' and that's it..."

She smiled and nodded quickly, looking slightly reassured but still scared. She'd had sudden second thoughts seeing Duncan for real -- realising that a little online flirting could become this real, this easily. She was suddenly in a room with a man she had promised to do all sorts of things with -- a young, confident, manly guy who was expecting to find her ready to play and to be thoroughly fucked in any of the numerous ways they had discussed... she was supposed to be an experienced swinger who knew how it was all meant to work. She had gone too far!

But in the panic I could also see confusion and regret. Here was her opportunity -- maybe the only one she'd ever have -- to experience something she had fantasised about most of her adult life. Upstairs was a warm, comfy room set up for a night of sexual indulgence, here was a woman looking fabulous and feeling totally aroused. And here was Duncan... with his needs, with his promises of what he would do to her, with that long, smooth cock just waiting for her touch... her tongue...

She looked again to see how far Duncan's scanning of the room had progressed and found him staring straight at her. His eyes held hers for a second too long and he began to grin, sliding off the bar stool, drink in hand and heading our way.

Jane just had time to stutter "Oh fuck..." before he strolled up to our table. 

"Jane? Please, tell me it's you..."

Several seconds passed -- it seemed longer -- before she tore her eyes away from his and looked briefly at me before speaking.

"Duncan. Umm, yes, hi...it's me. And this is Paul."

I stood and shook his proffered hand. He was maybe three inches taller than I was and beamed down at me baring white, even teeth. But the brown eyes weren't smiling -- they bored into me with aggressive curiosity. This was a man in complete control, quite certain of his physical attractiveness and superiority. He sat down next to Jane, openly admiring her cleavage before looking into her eyes. 

"Well it's good to meet you both at last. And Jane, I must say you're everything I imagined... and more. You certainly dressed to impress -- half the guys at the bar are staring at you. It just had to be you." Jane suddenly became aware of how much she was showing as Duncan admired her and seemed to tense up even more.

We made small talk for a few minutes and Jane eventually started to relax a little. He told us he was there for the conference but had allowed his colleagues to go on ahead to a club where he was supposed to meet them. Then, as we all reached the end of our drinks he leaned closer, lowered his voice and cut straight to the chase.

"Listen, I don't know how you feel about this but the company gave me the shittiest little room and the hotel's too busy to upgrade me... so it's probably best if we use your room if that's OK -- I bet it's way more... y'know, suitable. I'll go and have us some more drinks sent up -- same again OK?"

Jane smiled uncertainly and I nodded slowly. He took this as a yes and got up, heading for the bar. My wife's eyes had glazed over by this time -- whether she was frightened, confused or excited, I simply couldn't tell. Perhaps it was all three. 

"Jane hun, it's crunch time. I'd better tell him we just...", but she interrupted me, gathering her purse and standing.

"Let's just go -- come on, quickly. I just want to go... " Damn, I thought. So near and yet so far. She took off ahead of me towards the exit as I rushed to keep up, heading straight into the lobby. I caught her arm gently and turned her towards me.

"Jane -- hey, calm down now... it's fine. I told you -- we just say no. No need to explain, no need to make excuses or anything... it's simply our decision."

But suddenly Duncan was there in the bar entrance, waving frantically; "Hey guys -- gonna need a room number - for the drinks?"

I walked slowly back towards him, my hands out apologetically. "Duncan... look, I'm afraid this isn't really going to work quite as planned. Jane... she, well... she doesn't..."

Then from behind me she spoke, in a clear and decisive tone that was the last thing I'd been expecting to hear. "511. We're in 511. And make mine a double will you?" 

Duncan looked at me, confused. Then we both looked at Jane as she spun round and headed for the lifts, heels tapping on the marble floor, her round arse swaying deliciously beneath the tight sheath.

Duncan grinned even wider and slapped me on the back. "See you in a couple of minutes then -- in 511."

"Yeah... sure. Coupla minutes. 511..." I mumbled. That really was our room number. 

Jane had taken the lift alone so I hurried into the next and then virtually ran down the corridor to our room. Inside the lights had been dimmed and Jane was lying on the bed, face down and fully dressed. It felt like the whole scenario was now way out of my control. I had no idea what she was feeling or thinking as her body shook with a tiny tremor. She could have just as easily been crying or masturbating for all I knew. Fortunately, as I climbed on the bed behind her it turned out to be the latter -- one hand was beneath her, gently stroking. 

I said nothing, lifting the hem of her dress until her pale thighs were revealed above the stockings, then further so I could see the narrow strip of thong disappearing between her cheeks and her fingertips slowly rubbing. Her back arched automatically, pushing her bottom towards me and I bent down to kiss it, inhaling her musky, female scent before drawing the thin, black string to one side and delving my tongue into her wet heat.

She moaned as if in pain, her face buried in the pillow, then as my tongue flicked across her anus she whispered; "Oh babe... what are we doing? Just how crazy are we?" 

I never did get to answer. The knock at the door was urgent and demanding -- it simply wasn't going to wait.



Sexual Renaissance Ch. 05



Jane had jumped at the knock on the door and her wriggling fingers froze where they were. She might have been having second thoughts but her body told another story – the gathering events of the past half hour had made her insanely wet.

I stood, wiping her juices from my chin. As the second, much louder knock came, I hid my stiffness as best I could and walked over to the door, taking a deep breath. Jane sprang off the bed and into the bathroom without a word, the bolt sliding into place just as I opened the door. Duncan had intercepted room service and he stood there, proudly displaying a trolley loaded with two bottles of champagne wedged into a large ice bucket. He wheeled it into the room, shoving the door shut behind him with an elbow.

"Hope you don't mind – thought this might be more... appropriate." 

"No problem, thanks – Jane's favourite drink in fact."

"Excellent! So where is she... haven't frightened her off have I?" I nodded towards the bathroom as the hiss of running water started beyond the flimsy door.

"Ah... right. Well, let's get a bottle open shall we?"

Duncan tossed his jacket to one side, sat on the bed and began opening the bubbly with practised expertise. I stood there and watched him, feeling increasingly twitchy and wondering what on earth Jane might be thinking right now. 

The moment we were in was verging on the surreal – in just two short weeks we had separately conspired to engineer this reckless event. We had turned a simple fantasy into something real without once actually discussing what we imagined or expected from it. We had both relinquished control and freely allowed events to overtake us. And the thing was, the danger and uncertainty of it somehow was intensifying the erotic charge. I swear, I was getting harder and harder just experiencing each moment. 

Even so, I was worried that this could all go horribly wrong, and very quickly. I needed to at least let him know we weren't exactly who we'd pretended to be.

"Listen, Duncan... there's something I probably ought to tell you. We weren't entirely honest with you last week... we're not... well, we don't exactly have much experience at this."

He looked up, bemused. "I see... so how... inexperienced are you?" A few seconds of silence ticked by as I searched for words. Then he nodded. "First time, right?"

I nodded back. "To be honest, right now I'm not even sure if Jane will come out of there - or what she'll do or say if she does..."

Duncan was visibly pissed off. "So what... this was something you wanted, yeah? And she thought it seemed like a cool idea at the time but then got scared. It's OK... happens a lot. Still – gotta say... you went further than most." 

He stood up and looked ready to leave. 

"No – it wasn't like that. It's something we both wanted. She sort of lost it in the bar, but when she gave you our room number that was genuine – she wanted it to happen right then and there as much as me. Maybe even more. And then... I dunno."

Suddenly the bathroom went quiet and in the silence we both stared at the door. 

"I'm sorry Duncan – it was stupid of us, but... as you say, it seemed a good idea at the time..."

And then the door opened slowly and Jane walked straight into the centre of the room. She had thrown the dress back on, except now it was unbuttoned all the way down and flapping open to reveal the sheer, black lingerie she had picked for this imagined moment. And she had put on extra make-up - her deep red lips were now spread by a curious, unfamiliar smile. "Hi Duncan."

Still holding his jacket, he grinned manically as he literally looked her up and down, his face suddenly shiny with sweat. "Well, well, well... just look at you. Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous."

Jane thanked him and turned to the small sofa, slowly and deliberately crossing her long legs as she sat down. I watched and waited.

"Paul was just telling me about your little white lie... Seems you're something of a virgin... as it were."

Jane stared at him, the smile wavering, Then she leant back into the sofa, toying with a stray wisp of hair. "Are you going to open some champagne or what?"

He grabbed the part-opened bottle from the trolley. Staring straight at her he twisted the cork decisively, holding on to it as the bottle popped discreetly. We all watched as the fine mist escaped the top. He quickly filled three glasses, handing one to Jane and me, but leaving his own where it was. She began to sip immediately, a little too fast perhaps. 

"Anyway... first-timers. How exciting. But I think Jane here looks pretty relaxed – all things considered. Am I right Jane? You feeling... comfortable?" She took another gulp of champagne, her smile steady. 

He was stood in front of her, chest puffed out under a tight black t-shirt and the crotch of his blue jeans just a couple of feet from her face. He looked over at me then fixed her with a wolfish stare.

"Thing is... I mean I don't want you to think I'm pushy or anything... but it will probably make things a whole lot easier if you both just let me, y'know, take charge... Anyone says 'stop' at any time and we'll stop – other than that, just trust me." 

The two of them stared at each other. Outside the window a police siren briefly wailed then faded. I lowered myself into an armchair to one side of them and broke the silence. "What do you say hun? How do you feel about Duncan 'taking charge'?"

She took another sip from her glass, then drained it and put it down on a side table before looking up at him under her dark lashes, still playing with her hair. This was it – this was the point of no return. I realised I was sweating freely in the warmth of the room, my chest pounding, my cock almost painfully rigid. 

She smiled uncertainly, her eyes fixed on his. "I think I'd need to see what he has in mind before I answer that, hun."

Duncan grinned and nodded. "OK, well the way I see it guys, is that we can either sit down and have a drink, maybe chat about ourselves – where we live, what we do... y'know, all the things we actually don't want each other to know, right? Or we could chat about why the three of us are doing in this room... two men with raging hard-ons and one beautiful, half-dressed woman in wet panties..."

Jane instinctively looked down at herself, but Duncan chuckled; "Trust me babe... they are."

As she looked up he gripped the bottom of his t-shirt with both hands and tore it straight over his shoulders. "Or of course, we could just do without all of that and cut to the chase."

Jane stared at the firmness of his smooth, almost hairless chest and her lips parted. He brought a hand down to his crotch, gripping himself and massaging the bulge that was quite evidently growing there. 

"Y'know Jane, you saw the photos of how hot you got me when we were chatting online. And looking at you right now, like that... well I'm starting to feel a little... oh yes, more than a little. Wouldn't you like to see, hmmm? See what you do to me, only a bit closer this time... really close up, hmmm? Here, give me your hand."

With the briefest glance in my direction she flushed and rather feebly offered him her hand. He grabbed her wrist, bringing her fingers straight to his groin and brushing them over his hardness. Jane's eyes widened feeling the solid presence beneath the denim and she bit her lower lip as her hand closed around him. I suddenly panicked – not because of jealousy or the sight of my wife getting ready to give it all up for another man, but because of the very real possibility that I might come any minute without so much as touching myself. And I didn't want that. Not yet... not for a good while yet...

"There now," he sighed, smiling over at me. "Step one accomplished. See? Your lovely wife now has a stranger's cock in her hand – a cock she has made hard all by herself. Doesn't seem so difficult now, does it Jane?"

He didn't know the half of it. She was crossing a line and – as only I could know - it was already starting to show. Jane could literally get so high on sex that sometimes her personality would change and she'd revert to the feral, voracious being that lives in all of us. She was staring at her own hand as it squeezed Duncan's cock, its bulk and shape now quite clearly defined as he shuffled forward a few inches. 

With one hand he began to undo the metal buckle of his belt. "Now, step two can be something of a challenge... specially for you Paul..."

Finding the top stud of his jeans he flipped it open and continued with the buttons below as he reached for her other hand. "There we go... help me out a little now... come on babe, I can tell you want to see some more..."

And he was so right. Her eyes were wide and shining as he guided her fingers inside his jeans. Finding the top of his shorts she slowly pulled the elastic away from his flat, tanned stomach. Duncan inched forward again and as the shiny, purple head of his growing cock appeared Jane gasped and shuddered; "Oh god... oh my god..."

I was rubbing at my own bulge by now and when she looked over to gauge my reaction all I could do was smile and nod. I knew what I wanted to see next and so did she. As Duncan moved forward one final time, he placed a hand on Jane's head and brought her face to within inches of his skin. She was panting heavily as she drew down the waistband of his shorts and suddenly there it was, fully exposed right in front of her. 

I had never seen another erect cock for real and Jane hadn't seen one – apart from mine – in twenty odd years. We both stared at its perfection – smooth, hairless and honey-coloured apart from an angry-looking purple head, still partly enclosed in a long foreskin. Duncan just stood there, soaking up the admiration. He knew what he had...

"So Paul... how are we doing over there? Isn't this a nice picture... your beautiful wife about to enjoy a big, strange cock... hopefully in more ways than she ever imagined, hmm? Would you both like to stare some more, or shall we let Jane here have a little taste... I get the feeling she'd like to... isn't that right Jane?"

He wrapped her fingers round his girth and began to gently fuck her hand. "That's it ... take over now babe... stroke me... oh yeah, that's good... wank me Jane... wank my big cock... you won't believe the huge load I've been saving for you. And don't worry, there'll be plenty more for later..."

She had shifted now so that she sat on the very edge of the sofa. He must have felt her breath on the tip of his cock and was pushing his hips forward, needing the warmth of her mouth.

She was mesmerised by the moment, moving ever closer to him without even realising it. Pulling down on his cock she exposed the entire head and when it finally made contact with her lips they simply parted and she engulfed him in a single, decisive move. She moaned deeply, her eyes screwed shut. My wife was sucking greedily on the bloated cock of a complete stranger, right in front of me. 

"Oh Jane... that feels so good. That's it, yes... work your tongue round me... oh wow babe... now wank me some more, that's it, take over babe..."

Jane's head began to bob up and down, slowly at first but then taking him deeper and deeper as her hand pumped his full length. A minute passed before she lifted her mouth off him and gazed at the glistening head, still stroking him as he got harder and harder. Then she looked over at me and actually licked her lips before plunging back onto him with a wet, sucking sound. 

She began to speed up and Duncan's head went back as he bathed in the sensations her tongue was creating. He answered her moves with his own thrusts and was soon fucking her face with little pretence of gentility. Meanwhile her free hand had sneaked down to her pussy and was rubbing furiously as their movements and sounds increased in speed and volume. I knew she wasn't going to stop now until the inevitable conclusion and I was right.

For nine or ten minutes she worked that magnificent cock like a genuine porn star, moaning, slurping, gagging... pausing every now and then to wipe the wet head over her chin and lips before taking him back into her throat, all the time pumping his length faster and faster. His breathing became ragged and noisy and he looked down at her bobbing head, slowing his thrusts.

"Oh babe, that's it... you're so good... now look, I can hold back if you're having fun down there... or I can just show you what I've got right now... whaddya say Jane... shall we really get this party started? A little taste of what's to come yeah? You ready to get a bit messy hmm? Tell me what you want, Jane... tell Paul what you want..."

Her answer was clear. She eased her mouth from him and stared at her handiwork as she stepped up her rapid, ruthless pumping. Her face was red now, slick with sweat and spit, her jaw hanging loose, eyes half closed. She was waiting for that best of porno moments; for this precious cock to swell one last time, to see it darken and twitch as Duncan's come sprang from that angry-looking head. "I want to make you come."

But Duncan smiled and held on, leaning back to watch her work his shaft harder and now letting her do all the work. "See that Paul? See what she wants? Y'know, I'd say Jane seems pretty much OK with things so far, wouldn't you?... I think we could all have a lot of fun tonight, I really do..."

It was amazing to watch his control. His cock was rock hard now, a column of solid flesh, soaked with her spit, veins bulging down its entire, sticky length. Jane must have been taking the flared head of it somewhere in her throat – way deeper than anywhere I'd been. And yet the harder and faster she yanked and sucked at that amazing dick, the more relaxed he seemed to become. He linked his hands behind his head, looked over at me then slowly closed his eyes, beaming. 

I knew now that I wanted to be part of what would be happening that night. I was desperate to have my own fun with Jane in this temporary – and very convincing - role. But what was happening right then, just a couple of feet away, was meant for watching. I sat there, mesmerised by the gorgeous, alien depravity of it.

"Yes, come for me Duncan... I want to see it... give it all to me... oh Goooood!"

With her mouth wide open on the last word, the first, long jet sprang from him with an audible squirt and shot straight down her throat. She gagged for a second but he grabbed her head and began to thrust into her, emptying himself as she sucked hard, her cheeks hollow. He kept spurting until he flooded her mouth and dribbles of come escaped her lips, sliding down her chin and hanging there before falling onto the carpet between her feet. Finally he withdrew, but still sent another two loops of thick, white spunk across her nose and cheek before stepping back breathless and groaning deeply.

We both stared at her, lipstick spread over her face and still rubbing at her pussy as gobs of come swung from her chin. He gave his cock a couple more strokes and turned to me.

"Now if it was me, I'd want a photo of that – look at her, don't you think you'll want to remember her just like that...?"

He was so right. And I would. But I grabbed the camera anyway and squeezed of a few shots as she smiled lasciviously and licked at a come-covered finger. 

"Yeah, that's it Paul... now I bet Jane would just love to give you a nice big kiss for being such a generous husband - here, give me the camera."

It was actually the last thing I wanted – I had zero interest in other men's come apart from my current interest in seeing it running down my wife's face. I had already realised that what we were planning might involve a bit of passing contact, either with his cock or with the odd splash. And I was OK with that. But Jane had now jumped over the edge with both feet and was ready with the first of many surprises she gave me that night. As he snatched the camera she got up and pressed her body against me insistently, finding my mouth with a tongue still coated in come. 

The taste was strange and a little bitter but nowhere near as awful as I'd expected. I had tasted my own come but his was different – and now Jane was trembling with the erotic novelty of it as the flash went off four or five times. I broke away to see her expression – the half-lidded eyes, the open panting mouth - she was completely, utterly on fire.

Duncan crossed to the trolley, kicking off jeans and shorts as he went. He downed his drink in one, hand on hip, his cock still horizontal and wagging about in front of him. He grabbed the bottle, refilling everyone's glass before raising his own in a toast.

"Well Jane... Paul. Here's to a very enjoyable first for you two! That, I have to say, was quite amazing! Now Paul, why don't you make yourself a bit more comfortable. That tent in your trousers looks painful..."

I looked down to see what he meant and as the two of them chuckled I hurriedly ditched shirt and trousers before releasing my throbbing dick from the tight confines of my shorts. After seeing Duncan's performance it looked rather small and thin, but then that was why he was here after all – to give Jane something she'd never had before. 

He walked over to Jane, tutting at the stray splashes of come that had landed on her dress. "And as for you my dear, I think we'd better get you out of these wet things..."

Jane let him slip the dress off her shoulders and stood there in just lingerie and heels as we both admired her. There was still come in her hair and her make-up was a mess, but she still looked fabulous. As we stared she emptied her glass then refilled it before climbing onto the bed, her back against the headboard, knees drawn up. 

And then something happened that was possibly the single most erotic incident of the whole night – completely naked and without a hint of self-consciousness, Duncan knelt on the bed, leaned down and kissed her, hungrily. And she returned it with total abandon, their tongues visibly and noisily entwined. He broke away suddenly and smiled.

"Mmmm... good kisser too Paul. OK – gotta use your bathroom... don't let me miss anything..."

As the door clicked shut behind him she looked straight at me, her lips still parted and wet from the kiss. I stretched out across the foot of the bed and stared back, shaking my head slowly. "Wow."

She frowned slightly, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice was unsure and I guessed she had read my look as one of disapproval or disappointment. "Wow what?" 

"Wow, that was the single most incredible and horniest thing I have ever seen – that I thought I'd ever see..."

She relaxed a little and turned onto her back, sinking further into the pillows and stretching out her legs till her toes brushed my chest. 

"I know... it was even more intense than I'd imagined. And you know I've been imagining, don't you?"

I nodded and gave her a smile. "We both have... but this is real – so incredibly real. I almost came just watching you..."

"But you're OK? I mean we're OK aren't we? I know we said... or rather we didn't say... it's just – I dunno... I mean we can stop if you're -"

I stopped her with a raised hand. "Whoa. It's all right. This is a one-off, right? It's something we wanted to do all these years and tonight, here and now, it's our treat to ourselves. And let's face it – we got lucky. He's actually a pretty cool guy..."

"I know I know. But I went a bit crazy just then... and I'm sorry about the kiss – sort of put you on the spot didn't I?"

"Doesn't matter. Do it – go as crazy as you want. I saw the effect sucking that cock had on you... and babe, I really liked it. I want you to let go – just give in to it, let it all happen..."

"All?"

I parted her legs and she raised her knees, exposing the soaking strip of her sheer, black thong. "Yes... all."




Sexual Renaissance Ch. 06



I saw Paul flinch when Duncan referred to me as 'little Jane'. I could tell he was getting annoyed by Duncan's increasing arrogance and his need to control every step of what was happening. And to be fair, so was I. OK, so maybe you think I deserved to be treated like that -- and you'd be quite right to think I'd been acting like a complete slut. I mean there I was, face down on a cheap hotel bed, in whorish lingerie with my naked, middle-aged arse in the air showing all to a complete stranger. And sure, I had already sucked his cock, let him come in my mouth and knelt on all fours wailing as he fucked me right to the point of coming. But I was no submissive 'little' anything and I wasn't about to be patronised by anyone. 

This was our night -- me and Paul's. We had chosen to make this happen for us -- to live out a fantasy that I knew was just as intense for him as it was for me. And it was to be a strictly one-off experience that I intended to milk every possible thrill and memory from. Some people do bungee-jumps, others want to swim with sharks or go skydiving. I wanted to be a whore for a night -- a porn star, a cheating wife, a MILF in heat, a nasty, cock-obsessed slut. 

After all, I was already 44 -- this wasn't something that was likely to be an option for much longer. Everyone said I looked younger of course, and they were right -- I was the sort of woman that got second looks from all kinds of guys, not beautiful, not gorgeous, just damned attractive it seemed. And I still had a figure that allowed me to wear much sexier clothes than most women my age without looking ridiculous. I hadn't even started dying my hair.

OK, some might think I was a bit overweight, plus I'd had two kids and there was little I could do about the belly and the stretch marks. But I was always, and remain, a highly sexual woman -- and people pick up on that. At least the people I'm interested in do... It's in the way you dress, walk, your looks, mannerisms and gestures. I can't help it... and I don't want to. So this meeting with Duncan was as much about me acknowledging my needs and my true personality as it was about fulfilling a mutual fantasy.

As for Paul... well I was still waiting to see exactly what Paul wanted from this. I knew he wanted to watch me losing control, to see me sweating, squealing, cussing and coming -- nothing he hadn't seen before of course, but he needed to see it objectively, as an outsider. God knows he had talked about it enough times and he'd been pretty specific too. Over the years, in so many lustful moments, he had whispered that he longed to see me just completely let go with another man. 

He said that ideally it would be from some hidden vantage point, but that if he was present he wanted to hear me describe what was happening - the feelings, the gory details, to talk dirty to him as I was fucked, licked and played with. He'd told me that his ultimate wanking fantasy was to imagine licking my pussy as a large, unknown cock rammed into me. And there had been more, much more. 

Then eventually, one night a few months before Duncan appeared on our PC, he had said that it was time we went for it -- that it was now or probably never, and that if it was just a one-time fling with a complete stranger, then it should work without any negative effect on our marriage. 

So that's what we had done and here we were. Two people, still in love, still strong, selfishly indulging our personal perversions without any regard for anyone else. We certainly weren't there for Duncan. For me he was no more important than any of the dildos that lay scattered across the bed where he'd tipped them having discovered our toy bag. 

He was a hell of a toy though, I had to admit. We had used some pretty big dildos over the years so his size was nothing really new. But this cock was real... its warmth, its texture, its feel, smell, taste... And this particular toy squirted jet after thick jet of real, sweet, white, hot -- and actually quite tasty - come... 

I reached back to find him steel hard, the over-stretched condom still slick with my juices, wrapping my fingers round its base and manoeuvring my pussy back towards its head. "Never mind the toys you cheeky bastard," I hissed. "Just put that fat cock right back where it was... I need to come right now..."

He chuckled at my attempt at assertiveness. "Sure thing Jane... but I absolutely have to do something first."

I felt his hands on my arse, his fingers grabbing at my flesh and pulling my cheeks wide apart. Then without warning his tongue was at my asshole, the tip probing and circling before sliding straight into me. I caught my breath, shivering as I surrendered to this ultimate intimacy, reaching both hands back to spread my arse even wider, letting him know how much I was loving it.

Paul had crawled to the head of the bed and was sitting on the pillows, stroking his softened cock, still breathing hard after emptying himself into my throat just a minute before. As I pressed my face into the duvet and groaned with each thrust of Duncan's tongue he leaned down, close to my ear and whispered; "Hmmm... you sound happy there babe... what's he doing to you?"

I pushed myself up to look him straight in the eyes. "He's licking my arse, Paul... he's... oh god... he's sticking his tongue right up my arse... fucking hell that's... oh that's amazing..."

And it was. I kept staring into Paul's eyes as I concentrated on relaxing my tight little hole to let Duncan's tongue probe deeper. A slow, horny grin was spreading across his face -- this was one of his favourite pastimes and he knew just how much I loved it. Luckily after two kids I was still looking good back there and I was anything but inhibited when it came to my ass being touched... licked... fucked. 

I knew I must be practically dripping by now and reached down to find I was right, just as Duncan's tongue suddenly disappeared and I felt cool air on my wet, open asshole. I felt him straighten up behind me and with one quick move he'd positioned his cock at my soaking pussy and let me have the whole length in one slow, insistent push. I shut my eyes tight as he filled me and as his hips met with my cheeks Paul leant forward and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth, breathing hard.

Duncan remained still, entirely buried in me, just keeping up enough circular motion to stir my insides. I swear I could feel every hard detail of that fat, gorgeous head in a place no cock had ever been.

Paul broke away and slid off the bed onto his feet, still smiling with genuine lustful pleasure. I noticed his cock was coming back to attention, bobbing in front of him as he walked over to the drinks and filled three glasses. Duncan and I drained ours in large gulps and I let my face sink into the pillows, my arms flat on the cover. I pushed back with my bottom, gasping as my pussy lips found and grasped at another half inch of thick, hard cock. 

There actually is a submissive streak in me that I'd never acknowledged till that moment. Lying there so exposed I began to enjoy the idea that I was a helpless fuck toy unable to resist whatever this horny young stud had in mind for me. At the same time, I had the reassurance of Paul's presence and knew I was in no danger. I really had the best of both worlds for once and I was absolutely determined to enjoy my luck.

Duncan started to withdraw slowly and Paul padded over to my side, running a hand down between my cheeks just as the head plopped wetly away from me. Paul replaced it with two, then three fingers, delving into my openness before smearing the thick juices up, over and then into my anus as Duncan's cock returned to spread my lips again. 

It was obvious that both of them had a major fascination for my arse that night and it was starting to give me some very nasty ideas. I knew -- well actually I had decided -- that I would have a cock in my arse at some point that night and over the past week I had daydreamed of it being Duncan's. I had imagined squatting on Paul's face, my pussy mashing into his nose, mouth and chin as Duncan stretched and ploughed my willing asshole, ending with a massive flood of cum that would ooze out of me for the next hour. 

But my first close-up contact with Duncan's cock had put paid to that. As I held it for the first time I realised that Paul had tried to put smaller dildos than that in my arse without success -- maybe a few inches when I was in the mood, but actually fucking me with one never quite worked no matter how much lube we used. I just really had a tight little arse I guess. And then Paul's insistence on the condom ruled out my come fantasy -- fair enough I guess, but then Duncan was married after all... and it was annoying, having seen just how much he could come...

I was having the time of my life, no question, but now I was starting to feel, well... disappointed. After all, seeing another man bugger his wife (Paul liked that word...) was a major part of our fantasy. For him it was about being close enough to see, smell and taste the action... to hear me squeal and moan for it... to make me come and see my asshole throb round an exploding cock. For me the real thrill was all of the above, but most of all the finale... the come itself -- the thought of my ass being filled with strong, copious jets of it then making love to Paul as it leaked out of me and over us both. 

I shook my head, dizzy with the fantasy and suddenly aware of how close it really was as Duncan once again withdrew completely, this time letting the head bob upwards and land solidly on my asshole where he rubbed it gently, round and round, the condom teat tickling me... I felt my anus twitch and Duncan chuckled, pressing harder for a second before lowering it to plunge back into my pussy where he began to slowly thrust.

I felt Paul stretch, reaching for something and twisted round to see him scoop up one of the vibes I just mentioned -- flesh-coloured and veiny, somewhere in between the two of them, size-wise. He blew me a kiss as our eyes met, offering the vibe to my pout. I licked its domed head with slow deliberation as I stared back and then buried my face again as he took it away. As its tip touched my anus he switched it to a low purr, circling it around as Duncan's cock had just done.

I wanted it. My arse wanted it... I could feel myself opening to its touch... pushing back, inviting it into me. My anus gave a little as the pressure increased and Paul turned the speed up a notch -- there was a dull, familiar pain... the pain that grows and resists... the stretching as he twists and turns the flared head, looking for something to give way... easing it further... wider... until...

"Yessss..."

As my anus closed gratefully around the dildo's buzzing shaft, Paul moved back to the pillows and I looked up straight at his cock, pointing right at me and needing attention. I was worried I would eject the vibe but then Duncan's rod made its slow, teasing way towards my cervix once again and his thrusts kept it in place. In fact it was sliding just a tiny bit deeper each time and the feeling of being double penetrated so deeply was incredible. That vibe was going all the way...

I licked the end of Paul's cock and smiled up at him. I didn't want to get him too excited and come again too soon. In fact, my plan was still to take what I wanted from Duncan then get him to leave so that me and Paul could enjoy each other as only we knew how. But he looked a bit left out, what with me having both holes occupied and Duncan now starting to fuck me like a steamhammer. 

I carried on staring at him, occasionally flicking the head of his cock with my tongue and reaching back to take control of the vibe, easing it another inch inside me with a low grunt; "Oh babe... I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am... come on... is it nice?... seeing your wife getting fucked by a nice, big dick...your cock says you do... come on Paul... what would you like to see next? ...just say it hun..."

I closed my eyes as Duncan bottomed out in me again and vaguely heard him hiss something at Paul who pulled out of my mouth and moved to the side. When I opened my eyes again Paul was holding the amyl bottle, its cap off, right under my nose. I breathed deeply and held it in before taking a second, longer hit. It had been many years since I'd messed around with it, but the effect was instant as always -- a warm rush spread through me, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as my heart started to beat so hard and so fast all I could hear was the sound of it drumming in my ears.

Now you might not believe this -- I could hardly believe it myself. But at some point, as Duncan's pussy-pounding speeded up to a non-stop onslaught and as the muscle-relaxing effect of the amyl reached my now very sensitive anus... I swear, my arse stopped resisting that vibe's entry altogether and actually began to suck it in. I was no longer pushing it but holding it back... it just kept going, deeper and deeper with little or no resistance at all, till all that protruded from my was the control wheel which I hung on to with desperate, slippery fingers. 

I was stunned. Nothing had ever been this deep in my bowels, nothing and no one. Arching my back as far as I dare, I slowly began to slide the vibe from me, the buzzing head seeming to take forever to reach the tight ring of my asshole. The room was filled with its angry noise as it popped out wetly and before my gaping sphincter could close I eased it back in. I took it slowly but this time but it was just seconds till the plastic cock was buried to the hilt again with my arse sucking at it, begging for more. Duncan had stopped thrusting, his dick all the way in me as he watched my lewd display.

After three or four cautious repeats I started a more steady rhythm, still giving myself the entire length with little noise in the room other than the coming and going of the vibe's buzz and the sticky, wet sounds that accompanied each thrust and withdrawal. 

My orgasm, having been delayed once, now seemed far off. But it didn't matter -- I didn't want this to stop... I wanted more and more... 

Duncan had somehow swelled inside me -- he was either about to come, which would have been a great shame, or he was simply having a good time watching me as I pumped the vibe in and out of my rapidly loosening asshole. I guess it was the latter as he suddenly grabbed it from me just as the head emerged ready for another stroke. 

Slowly beginning a new rhythm in my pussy, he slipped the head halfway into my arse, stopping just as my anus began to close round it, withdrawing it again till almost clear of me then carefully easing it back in but never letting my distended sphincter to shrink back. After a couple of minutes of this my asshole was staying open for longer and longer periods and when he finally shoved the whole thing into me in one go it was instantly engulfed.

With my anus gripping the thick base of the vibe, Duncan was rolling it around, the head stirring my bowels somewhere very deep. A handful of my hair was suddenly grabbed and my head yanked up to face Paul. I assumed for a second it was Duncan and was about to protest but no -- it was Paul, a manic look in his eyes and the amyl bottle once again held out for me. He grinned like a devil as I inhaled two, then three times, the first rush hitting me as he pulled the bottle away.

Suddenly the vibe was gone. I moaned with disappointment once again but Duncan had other ideas... I felt the head of his cock roughly dragged out of my pussy and suddenly pressing against my asshole just as the full power of the amyl hit me. He pushed harder -- no pretence of gentility, no teasing. And I pushed back... wanting to be stretched, wanting my arse filled with meat and come like never before, wanting Paul to see his slut of a wife being sodomised by this amazing cock... Now... now for fuck's sake!

There was one, brief flash of pain and he was in me, the ring of my asshole slipping suddenly over the flared ridge of his cock-head to clench hard on that thick, hot shaft. It was amazing -- I felt elated and defiled at the same time, triumphant and degraded, proud and humiliated... 

Duncan remained perfectly still as I reached back to feel where my body had hold of him so tightly. I felt almost full of him and yet my hand wrapped itself around six or more inches of flesh poised and ready to find its way into my bowels. Paul moved round to see what I could only feel -- he said later it was the single horniest thing he ever expected to see in his life... I felt his hot breath on my buttocks as he leaned closer, staring as Duncan squeezed what felt like half the tube of KY onto his cock and my fingers.

Still in a red daze I slowly began to massage the cold goo around his length. He didn't move an inch as I unconsciously began to slide my stretched sphincter back and forth just a fraction. I was beginning to adjust to him, my insides relaxing and accepting... and I wanted it deeper in me.

"Oh yeah... that's it Jane babe... you just take your time... we'll do this at your speed..."

Duncan's voice was deep and lustful. I knew the two of them were taking in my every move -- they were like statues, barely breathing it seemed as I rolled my hips, gently twisting and easing back to impale myself on him, millimetres at a time. 

'OK' I thought... so that's what they wanted... to see me fuck myself on that beautiful prick... to watch like a pair of voyeurs as I did all the work... to stare as I wanked and sucked at him with my arse... Well, maybe I'd give them all that. And more.

Holding him tight I slowly leaned away, hauling his length out of me until his cock-head reached the taut ring of my asshole. Gasping at the initial discomfort I kept going till I felt my arse close suddenly over the tip as I forced him out. I spun around on my knees to face them, still hanging on to Duncan's shaft.

I guessed he was as hard as he ever got at that point. All three of us stared at the deep red, dome, still sticky from my rectum as I lazily wanked him. Paul looked almost drugged as I shuffled forward, but then he dragged his eyes away to look at me. I was staring back with a wide, lecherous smile and actually licked my lips before parting them and bending forward. I took the entire shiny head of Duncan's handsome cock in my mouth, watching Paul's face the whole time.

They both spoke at exactly the same time; "Fuck..." Duncan chuckled.

"Whoo, Jane... Fuck yes... Go right ahead babe... have a taste why don't you..."

Paul's eyes were comically wide and he was grabbing at his cock without even thinking. I had done this once with him a few years back but not since so I guess he had figured I didn't like it. Truth was, I'd loved it -- it felt like I'd found something just as forbidden, erotic and plain nasty as anal sex itself. And it had been nowhere near as unpleasant as I expected -- I had always loved tasting my pussy on his cock and this was just, well, a little different. 

I licked and sucked at the earthy taste of him for just a few seconds, then looked up at him.

"There... all nice and clean..."

I found the lube and squeezed a generous dollop onto my fingers, spreading it round the head of his cock and reaching back to smear the rest around my asshole. Then I just rolled back against the pillows and hooked my forearms under my knees, pulling my legs high into the air and wide apart. 

I grinned at Duncan. "OK big man... now come here and get it all nice and dirty again..."