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It began innocently enough. Just pillow talk.A hot, humid summer night. The duvet is kicked back. We’re naked on crisp, fresh cotton sheets trying to stay cool, but failing. Sleepy, yet held on the waking edge of dreams by the discomfort of humidity we lay quietly, lustful but too exhausted to follow through. Gentle fingers wander, tentatively exploring, teasing goosebumps to rise. Inhibitions succumb to overtired, rambling thoughts. Whispered conversations pass the time.It slips out of her sleepy mind, crosses her unguarded tongue and falls softly into his ears, “We’re in a hotel bedroom,” she whispers. “There are mirrors on the walls all around us. And the ceiling. As we make love I can see us reflected wherever I look.””Do you like watching yourself making love?””Hmmm, yes. But they’re special mirrors. And on the other side, there are people watching; men, women. They’re kissing and touching each other. And they’re talking about us, pointing, encouraging, wishing us to do things for them to watch.””And can you see them watching?””No. But I know they’re there. I can almost hear them. A murmuring. Some sighs.””Do you like them watching us make love?””It’s really hot knowing that they’re watching, getting all worked up. The men get stiff dicks and pull them free and stroke them. The women tease their nipples and finger themselves, getting aroused and wet. Some of the men lift their partner’s skirts to tease their pussies.”I feel a rush of adrenaline. Hearing these words, these thoughts coming from my shy, conservative, prim wife is unbelievable. This is the wife that covers her swimsuit with a wrap-around on the beach, the wife that hides under a duvet if I try to take a candid boudoir picture, the wife that blushes with embarrassment if social talk with close friends gets naughty.I reach around her slim waist and slip fingers gently through her soft pubic fur, finding a cleft of velvety, warm, wet flesh. Two fingers slip inside while my thumb swirls around her firm clitoris causing her to gasp. “Are they still watching you as I do this?”She casually spreads her thighs, sighs deeply and hisses “Yesssss… And one of the ladies is leaning on the glass as her man lifts her skirt and pushes in to fuck her from behind.”That stunned me. ‘Fuck.’ Holly never used that word before; she hated coarse language, considered it crude.She’s breathing heavily. I work my fingers harder and push into her g-spot while thumbing firmly down onto her clitoris in a pincer move. She groans loudly, finally embracing her animal lust, announcing “They’re going to watch me fuck you!”She pulls herself over me. Our warm, sweat-slicked bodies slide as she guides my engorged cock inside. It glides easily into her hot, lubricated femininity and we hold still, locked in a deep embrace, our lips and tongues breathlessly exploring each other. With a satisfied sigh, she rises to kneel astride, slowly, teasingly raising and lowering herself. I reach out to cup her 36DD breasts; brushing fingers over soft, sensitive nipples, raising their flesh to flushed arousal as she moans with contentment. Lovemaking is slow, sensual, unhurried, flowing through a choreographed routine of favourite positions. She peaks first, then I.Wrapped around each other and saturated with oxytocin, we relax at last into a deep sleep.____________________________________________A different summer. A midday sun in a cloudless azure sky bakes the southeast UK in uncomfortably dry heat. Stepping out of the hardware shop, I find a familiar face. “Hello, Wendy!” She’s a slim and lithe sixty-something in her thin cotton summer dress and stands maybe five feet four in strappy heels, silver hair cascading to her shoulder blades behind. If Wendy took a liking to you, male or female, her warmth towards you and breezy, playful interest in you would be immediate and genuine; perhaps even intense. And yet, there was an ever-present undercurrent of something else. I thought I’d recently discovered it.She turns to face me, raising her sunglasses to reveal pale blue-grey eyes. Her face lights up in excited surprise. “Hello, Steve! It’s been ages!” She looks around. “Where’s Holly?””She’s back at home practising piano.””Really? I thought you two were inseparable!” She smiles and stretches up to peck me on the cheek. “So you’re out on your own, are you? What mischief are you up to today?””Nothing too exciting.” I rattle the box of screws I’ve just bought. “Just a bit of DIY when I get back.””Maybe I should be the devil on your shoulder and tempt you.”I feign shock, then smile confidently. “I’m wise to your games. You’re the one full of mischief.””What do you mean?””Those photos that John posted online.” Her smile melts. I’m wondering how far I should go with this, but remember her saucy innuendos whenever we’ve met as couples at past social events. So I continue, lowering my voice. “Those snaps of you in that posh hotel bedroom. On holiday somewhere, was it?”Her reaction is wonderful: a brief glimmer of shock melts into cautious disbelief as she wonders. So I continue, “You were very naughty…” Wendy’s mouth opens a little and her eyes widen, “…the way you were sitting next to the open window in the room and smoking, trying not to get caught.” Signs of slight relief and a nervous smile return. She clearly remembers what other pictures were in that set, but isn’t sure if I’ve seen them. Time for the coup de grace. “But those full-length portraits of you on the balcony… Wow! You looked fabulous!” My turn to smile, recalling her nude pose.Her unguarded shock is delicious. And then something unexpected. A sideways look and a very mischievous smile. “John and I are having a little party tonight. Just a few friends.” She brightens and beams excitedly. “You must come – both of you! Let’s catch up over a few drinks!”I smell a trap. Wendy turns and begins to walk away, clearly not offering an opportunity to refuse, but she sees my hesitance. “It’ll be so much fun! Our friends from the band are coming: Saskia, Chris, Jaz, you know… Please say you will!””Okay, I’m not sure if we already have plans tonight. I’ll check with Holly when I get home.””Wonderful!” She’s stepping backwards away from me. “Dress casually!” And as I watch her leave, she turns to me again and calls, excitedly, “I’ll tell John, he’ll be delighted!” And then she’s gone. Lost in the crowd.I begin the walk home, idly wondering if I should almanbahis mention Wendy’s offer to Holly or keep quiet to avoid what might be trouble. It’s too hot. I’m soaked with sweat, my tee-shirt sticking to me. And there’s an uncomfortable bulge in my shorts, recalling those pictures of Wendy that I stumbled across in a web search.First, she’s in a black leather jacket, a short skirt riding high over stocking tops and heels as she smoked at the window. Then playfully peeling off the layers for the camera. Next, she’s naked in heels on a balcony at night, tall and proud; her slender waist encircled by a delicate gold chain; her small, floppy little breasts topped with nut-hard nipples. Then she was bending over the balcony to present her impossibly long legs and shapely arse to the camera, a glimpse of soft fur and pouting labia between her thighs. Then the bed poses; demure at first, becoming increasingly raunchy. She drank from a beer bottle, and then pushed it deep inside her neatly trimmed pussy. Next, she’d turned on the bed, kneeling on all fours, arse in the air, full spread to show a hot pink, wet pussy and well-used rosebud. Then there was the custom dildo, crafted in an unidentifiable beige, dense foam-like material, something like 10 inches long and broader than her forearm…____________________________________________The heavy, oak-panelled front door opened to a burst of loud rock music and a shriek of excitement: Saskia bounded down the hallway toward Holly and I and wrapped us in an enthusiastic, welcoming embrace, whooping loudly. It had been a couple of years since we last met. She was still the curvy, bubbly, late forty-something with short, wavy auburn hair, and characteristic colourful ethnic dress style as we remembered – loose flowery blouse, maharishi pants, an abundance of accessories; beads and kerchiefs.Wendy, behind the door, wore a black, figure-hugging, one-piece ankle-length evening dress with a deeply plunging, teasing neckline and skirt slit high to her hip. She hugged Holly warmly, taking our offered wine bottles and then reached to peck me on the cheek. I looked her over in an obvious way, with exaggerated disappointment, “I thought you said dress casually?” Wendy said nothing, giving me only that spider-to-the-fly sly, knowing look I’d seen earlier when we’d met. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered “Behave!”. She laughed.Holly wore the same blue Laura Ashley cotton summer dress that she’d worn to our wedding breakfast twenty years ago with her shoulder-length wavy brown hair framed in a black velvet Alice band, a matching thin choker highlighting her slender neck, and low-heeled black court shoes. She followed with a confident, relaxed stroll as Saskia led her by the hand through the hallway filled with people and music, stopping to greet old friends as they emerged or were found.Jaz appeared with her long, straight crimson-dyed hair, brightly patterned oversized blouse and loose-fitting black slacks over her buxom, motherly curves. Jaz introduced her wife Sarah, tall, slim and pale with strikingly dark red lips and Egyptian eyeliner under Gothic black tousled hair wearing a grey sleeveless cotton top, a black mid-thigh mini skirt and knee-length heavy boots.Chris emerged from the crowd. He was petite, tense and fidgety as a field mouse in a cream cotton shirt and jeans as he beamed and shook hands. He introduced his shy, equally petite wife Sam in her plain lemon, fitted summer dress and Roman sandals who smiled nervously and offered the gentlest handshake. Sue flowed through the crowd to greet us with her graceful, slender dancer’s body, salt-and-pepper pixie-cut hair above sparkling eyes and the brightest smile, her lithe limbs wrapping us into her excitedly energetic embrace.And John, Wendy’s husband, a tall, commanding physical presence and yet the warmest and gentlest of characters as he stepped into the hallway from the kitchen, grinning through his bushy, black beard and offering Holly and me glasses of red. He was just as we remembered him, around six feet six; crimson cotton shirt and black leather waistcoat stretched taut over his muscular frame and ‘real ale’ cultured beer belly; long legs clad in his signature tight black leather trousers and heavy boots; black, thinning hair still sporting a very eighties geek ponytail. Holly flinched a little as he kissed her on the cheek (she’s not a fan of beards, finding them uncomfortable). He and Wendy swept us into the crowded lounge.We talked, catching up and reminiscing. We danced a little. We drank and laughed together. We were introduced to new friends, and friends of friends. It was lively, loud and fun. We were both carefully pacing our drinks – neither of us are regular drinkers – and yet Holly became uncharacteristically tipsy.Into the small hours, the crowd gradually thinned. The closest of friends remained. The music slowed and became quieter, chosen to match the relaxed mood.Holly and I were sitting on a leather couch in the lounge, chatting and laughing with others standing and sitting around us. She leaned into my shoulder, sighing wearily. “I think I’ve had a liiiiitle too much,” she slurred, smiling. “We should go.”Wendy was quick to plead, “No! Don’t go yet!”Jaz looked really concerned. “We’ve missed you and it’s great you being here!” she added.John chipped in. “Holly, why don’t you go and have a lie down for a while. You’ll feel better after a nap.”Holly’s response was a gentle snore. Wendy giggled. “Come on, you!” she announced loudly. She took one arm and Saskia another as they roused Holly, pulling her up from the couch to walk her unsteadily to the door.I stood to follow. John placed his large hand firmly on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, Steve, they’ll make sure she’s safely on our bed to sleep it off a little.” Although I had mixed feelings, I sat down again.Conversations and laughter continued in the lounge as we heard stumbling and giggling on the stairs. Jaz moved to sit in Holly’s place next to me on the couch. “Thanks for persuading Holly to come too. We’ve always admired her. You’re a lucky man, Steve.” Jaz leaned in and kissed my cheek, wrapping her arm under mine and holding my hand.John stepped forward holding two shorts glasses, offering me one. “Hair of the dog,” he smiled as he knocked his back then watched as I downed mine, coughing.”Let’s see what’s on TV,” he announced, lifting almanbahis yeni giriş a remote from the coffee table next to him. Their fifty-inch screen burst into life in front of us. A recording of their folk band started loudly, John on acoustic guitar; Chris on penny whistle; Saskia on violin; Jaz on keyboard; Sue singing and swaying to the melody and her late husband John on bodhram.There were three or four other couples scattered through the house and garden that were drawn to the sound of the band on the TV. They were John and Wendy’s friends – I don’t recall their names. But I do recall that my head swam a little as I looked around seeing them gather in the lounge, standing or sitting on the floor to watch.Sam giggled and sat on the floor with Chris, snuggling together in front of Jaz and me to watch the TV. Sue sat next to them and leaned back on my legs. As the band played the final bars of their number, Sue spoke. “He’s such a handsome man,” she sighed, dreamily gazing at her late husband on screen. “I do miss him.””You miss his cock, more like!” Jaz teased. I thought that was harsh, that Sue would be upset. But no, Sue giggled.John laughed loudly, “Well if that’s your mood, let’s see if we can find something more interesting.” He changed the TV channels to something showing a darkened room. Bedside lamps illuminated a large, king-sized bed with red and cream pillows and cushions. A woman lay quietly, on her right side propped on crooked left elbow and knee, apparently asleep, sunk onto a deep-filled, soft duvet.”That’s weird,” I began, “that dress she’s wearing is really similar to… Is that..?””Yes, it is,” John smiled, watching me. “We can watch from here and you can relax and see that Holly’s safe.”There was a chinking of glasses, drinks pouring and murmured conversations around us. It all felt strangely distant, dream-like. In front of me, Sue reached for Sam’s hand and they leaned in to kiss. Not just a friendly peck on the cheek – a deep, loving, passionate kiss. That surprised me.I noticed a fleeting movement in the shadows on the screen. A glimpse of Wendy walking around the room. She emerged into the view of the camera at the foot of the bed and carefully slipped Holly’s right shoe off. Then the left. But she paused, holding Holly’s foot gently in her hand. She dropped the shoe and placed both hands on Holly’s foot, slowly stroking, exploring, then higher to her calf.”What is she..?””Surely you don’t mind my wife making sure Holly’s comfortable?” John interjected.As I looked back to the screen Wendy was kneeling on the bed behind Holly, unzipping the top of her dress. She slowly pushed it off her left shoulder and lingered to trace a finger over the skin and across the nape of her neck. Holly gave a long, sleepy sigh.Saskia appeared and sat on the bed, placing her arms under Holly and lifting her so that she slumped forward over Saskia’s shoulder. I watched them slip Holly’s arms out of the dress, pulling it to her waist. Then Wendy reached for Holly’s bra clasp on her back.My head swam as I looked around. Everyone was quietly watching. An atmosphere of anticipation. “Hang on a minute! What the…”But Jaz pulled my face toward her, leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue probing and invading. Someone was tugging at my belt and groping my groin.Somewhere in the distance, I heard John. “Relax, Steve. She’s in safe hands.””And so are you!” Sue’s voice. Sam giggling. My soft cock pulled free and was engulfed by something hot and wet.I tore my face away from Jaz and looked down to see that Sue had my cock deep in her mouth, her swirling tongue torturing me, my cock involuntarily responding as she held my gaze with a sensationally salacious look. I looked back at the TV over her bobbing head, trying to focus.Holly was laying limp and naked, spreadeagled on her back on the bed, completely exposed to everyone watching. Wendy turned, looking deliberately at the camera with a wicked smile of excited anticipation. Unmistakably, something longed for yet denied was now within reach. She pulled the bow fastening of her halter-neck dress loose and shimmied. It fell to the floor to reveal that she was completely nude except for her heels. She ran her hands over her small breasts, pinching her nipples hard and pulling them up to gently jiggle her breasts. Her smile changed to one of triumph tinged with pity as she said “Thank you, Steve.” Then she turned back to the bed and, climbing on, bent over to bury her face in Holly’s pussy. Holly gave out a low, sleepy moan.Panicking, I looked around. The other party guests were watching; some watching Sue blowing me, some watching the TV intently. Hardening cocks were pulled from trousers; breasts exposed from dresses and blouses; skirts lifted; groping; fondling; breathing heavily; two passionately kissing. But observing. Giggling. Commenting.From base to tip Sue’s doggy tongue lapped in long skilful passes, her obscene tongue wrapping and curling. Then she astonished me; the entire length vanished fully into her mouth. She had taken it deep; it felt as if I was right at the back of her throat, something Holly had never tried, and I wondered how she managed not to gag. Soon it re-emerged only to feel totally engulfed as it vanished again.Abruptly, Sue stood, blocking my view of the TV, eyes sparkling and with the sexiest smile. She folded gracefully forward at her waist, holding the bottom hem of her mid-calf dress and, with a sexy sashay, pulled it up and over her head in a slow, stripper-like reveal of her phenomenal fifty-nine-year old lithe, slim naked body with modest C-cup breasts, the engorged labia of her smooth shaven pussy disclosing her arousal. There was whooping and clapping from others as she posed, relishing the attention. “Steve has a delicious cock,” she announced, “just like I imagined it!” She turned back to me fixing me with a lustful glare. “Oh, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long!”In a flash, Chris and Sam lifted my lower legs and pulled my jeans and boxers roughly down around my ankles and, continuing the choreographed move, Sue pounced, stepping over them to stand astride my legs. With a predatory grin, she slowly lowered herself, guiding my painfully stiff cock, sinking it deep into her soothingly hot, slick pussy. She sat still, savouring the feeling, eyes closed, breathing deeply and fingering her nipples. Yet inside almanbahis giriş was an undulating, peristaltic rippling, squeezing feeling as she milked my cock. I gasped in shock. She opened her eyes and grinned. “See what you’ve been missing?” Then she let out a long, slow sigh and slowly stretched up her arms and reached back, lowering her torso into a yoga ‘upward bow’ with palms planted on the deep pile rug behind her. Sue began gently rocking to and fro, grinding my cock into her G spot. Inverted and facing the TV Sue let out a long, slow moan, “Oh Steve, look at your delicious wife!”Over Sue’s spread thighs and taut tummy, I glimpsed the TV. Saskia’s curvy round naked form was kneeling on the bed between Holly’s wide-spread thighs as she leaned in. Holly’s gasps as Saskia lapped her pussy unhinged my mind. I couldn’t help myself, I had to see. I stared and stared and tried to see it all but Saskia’s broad arse hid the work her mouth performed.Wendy was kneeling astride Holly’s face, her expression revealing ecstasy as she added a second sparklingly jewelled, weighted clamp to her own nipple to complete a pair. She leaned forward slowly over Holly’s writhing body grinding her pussy over Holly’s open mouth and gasping to the rhythm of her swaying, weighted little tits, their nipples pulled hard and stretched.A hand pulled my face to the right and another gasping mouth clamped over mine, tongue roving deep between gasps. It was Sam. She pulled away to shriek and I saw that her dress was gathered around her petite waist. She was leaning on the arm of the couch, her pert, firm breasts shaking as Chris roughly ploughed into her from behind. “Oh God YES!” she shouted. “FUCK ME HARD!” Chris obliged.I felt hands on my chest, unbuttoning my shirt, and heard a growl of angry frustration. Tugging and pulling, the buttons went flying as it was torn open. I pulled away from Sam and glanced above to find Jaz leaning over the couch behind me and driving her long fingers through my chest hair, her bar-pierced nipple moving to within an inch of my mouth. Reflexively I stretched out my tongue to briefly draw it in.In the overwhelming confusion of sensations, I became aware that my cock felt soaking wet. Glancing down I found Sarah’s tousled black hair. She was kneeling on the couch, leaning in and licking Sue’s exposed labia and clit, tasting her juices as Sue continued her ride. Sue began rocking with more urgency and moaning loudly. Her legs began to tremble and she peaked, gasping hoarsely, collapsing and rolling shakily backwards onto the rug with an expression of pure ecstasy.”He’s mine!” It was Wendy in the doorway, her pose just like the picture of her on the balcony; impossibly long legs, tall, slim, head held high, oozing sultry sexiness. The predator had claimed her prey. “Hold him down girls, he needs to see this.”Jaz leapt onto the couch to sit on my left, clamping my left leg under hers and wrapping her arm tightly around mine, pulling my left hand into her spread crotch. “Feel how wet I am, Steve?” I slipped a finger into her cleft and she moaned softly. Her wife Sarah mirrored Jaz to my right, holding my right arm and leg fast and pushing my fingers onto her pussy.Wendy strolled casually over, turning as if to sit astride my lap, reverse cowgirl style. She grabbed my hard cock, holding it centre-poled at ninety degrees. With care she positioned herself just so and slowly allowed her full weight to sink onto me, letting out a long deep exhale as she guided my cock into her arse. I filled her easily, piston-greased and slick from Sue’s juicy orgasm. Comfortably filled, Wendy lay back on my chest. “Ever done this before, Steve?” Sue, recovered, moved in to kneel in front, licking and sucking hard at Wendy’s exposed labia and clit. Wendy shivered violently, “Oh, YES!”I looked around again, my head swimming: Couples were watching us, some watching the TV. Observing. Pointing and whispering. Lustfully teasing.Sam’s breasts jiggled next to Sarah’s face as Chris continued his relentless shafting of his wife. In between Sam’s grunts and gasps, Sarah pointed to the TV: “There he is!”Attention turned to the TV. Holly was still splayed across the bed, alone, eyes closed as if sleeping. John moved into the shot, removing his waistcoat and slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he turned to the camera with an expression of quiet conquest. “Thank you, Steve,” he grinned, sitting down on the edge of the bed to slip out of his heavy boots. He stood again, turning his back on the camera to gaze at Holly splayed across the bed before him as he lowered his leather trousers, pulling them off each leg. Now naked, he turned back to the camera, a predatory lustful leer framed within his beard as he massaged a huge and very erect cock. It looked very much like the dildo in Wendy’s pictures, long and thick in his large hand. “This is certainly going to be a night to remember.”It takes me a moment to understand. Suddenly everything becomes stark and blatant, hard-edged, angled. My heart pounding in terror, I struggle against the bodies holding me still, scream “NO!” and then…”John?” It was Holly, stirring. There was a sudden quiet stillness in the room as everyone focussed on the TV.”Hi, Holly. How do you feel?””Dizzy. Where’s Steve?””He’s watching with the others.”Looking around, people were tense, unmoving. Everyone was staring at the TV, the atmosphere thick with excited anticipation.”Watching what?””Us.”In one swift move, John took hold of Holly’s ankles, pulled her gently to the edge of the bed, guided his manhood to its target and plunged into her with his entire body weight to lend his thrust irresistible momentum. A dense, winded, grunt escapes her lips when her pussy is breached immediately feeling his full, broad, bare length fill and stretch her.”Oh God!” I gasped, hardly believing what I was witnessing. My wife. My love. Impaled by another man.Wendy began to ride my cock, her hot tight arse gripping me like a vice. Jaz and Sarah lifted her nipple clamps to pull her tits taut. “FUCK YES!” she shouted and quickened her pace. Her actions pitched me into a churning mess of searing lust and hollow grief.John slowly withdrew; Holly’s pussy stretched and gripped his cock, slick with pussy juices. She was gasping for breath, in shock. Then a distressed cry of satisfaction betrayed the sensations of barely endured pleasure his distended cock inflicts within her as he barged in again, deeper, and began to pound her; his ugly beer belly hefting and slapping on her slim body; her 36DDs shifting and rocking in the onslaught. Her grunts became obscene calls and bleats.
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