Sitting himself at the side of Paula at the dinner table, Alan admired her dress. ‘Suits you,’ he said. It was dark blue, with a side opening down the thigh, which revealed a long leg as it swished open, and an open neckline, showing a generous amount of cleavage. ‘I’m surprised John lets you wear it.’ John was Paula’s husband, and well-known jealous one at that. So it had come as a surprise to Alan, when, a few months earlier John had propositioned him for a wife swap. One Alan had not taken seriously, though it had been seriously meant. He knew that John was really smitten by June and would love to fuck her. It also meant that Paula was wanting to go to bed with Alan. She had often teased him, but he hadn’t realized that she was serious. She herself was attractive enough, though not would you would call beautiful. A brunette with large breasts and wide hips. Alan had often speculated on what might be hiding between them. But then, he always speculated what was hidden between any lady’s thighs.
‘Maybe he wants to show me off,’ she smiled. She was already a little tipsy with the sherry and wine.
‘Well, he’s succeeded,’ Alan laughed, laying a hand on her exposed upper thigh. Paula didn’t make any move to push it off, allowing it to gently stroke the skin. In fact, she was enjoying the sensation of Alan’s hand stroking her.
No hand other than hers and her husband’s had ever strayed between her rather hairy thighs. Her vulva remained a closely guarded secret between them, but she had often wondered how it would feel to have strange fingers exploring it. Would he be disgusted by all that hair? As a gesture of encouragement, she surprised herself by patting the front of Alan’s trousers, under the screen of the table cloth. What on earth had come over her? She had sex on the brain. Which was usual for Paula. A compulsive masturbator, she hardly ever stopped thinking about it. A problem was that her husband couldn’t satisfy her. During intercourse, she could pretend he had got her to climax to make him feel happy, but her fingers always finished the job on her clitoris.
‘Mm,’ she cooed, ‘that’s feels good!’ She felt a semi-stiff penis luting there.
‘Eat your food!’ Alan laughed. No-one was taking any notice of them. The other guests of Allan and Jill were Rod and Diana, sitting on Alan’s left, with Pru and Harry making up the party of eight. Harry was the only one not involved in the theatrical scene, whilst Diana helped out in the wardrobe department. They had just recently finished a production of ‘The Merry Widow’ with June singing the lead of Hanna, and Rod as the Count. So there was plenty for them to chat and laugh about as the wine bottles emptied.
After toasting in the New Year at the dining table, the couples retired with their drinks to the sitting area, where two settees and an arm chair were grouped round a long coffee table. After kicking off her shoes, Paula made sure that she was with Alan, sitting on his lap after he had lowered himself into the corner of one of the settees. Alan had stimulated her sex drive during dinner, so she was feeling very horny. Her knickers were in a wet state. She put her arm around his neck, kissing his cheek. The smell of his aftershave added to her excitement.
‘This is cosy,’ she murmured. Alan smiled at her, then gave her a light kiss on the lips. ‘Mm, that’s nice,’ she whispered. Glancing at the others, she saw that no-one was taking any notice. Jill was across the room on the other settee, sitting on John’s knees, laughing at something. John was staining hard to look down her top, trying to glimpse her breasts, whilst pretending not to. Paula smiled to herself. John had always been fascinated by Jill’s tits ever since they first met. Beside them, Rod had Pru sitting with him. It was clear that Rod already had his hand in Pru’s top, feeling her tits. He hadn’t wasted any time, she thought. Whilst Diana was with Harry in the arm chair, behaving. Well, Harry wasn’t one to be amorously attentive, she mused. Music was playing quietly on the radio, and the only lighting in the room was a standard lamp in the corner by the heavily-curtained window. A television was in the opposite corner of the window. Ceiling to floor bookshelves filled the alcove beside what had once been a fireplace chimney.
Paula came back to earth, as Alan gave her another light kiss, whispering in her ear. ‘You’re a very sexy lady. You get me all worked up. John must have a very satisfying sex life.’
If only you knew, she thought. Then said, with a smile, ‘It doesn’t take much to get you sexed up,’ wriggling deeper against his chest, putting her hand inside his shirt. It was then she felt Alan’s hand sliding along her inner thigh. She held her breath. Although having often fantasized about Alan making love to her, she was very nervous about having him touch her body, when it came to reality. ‘Do you think you should?’ she whispered, putting her hand on his wrist to deter him, even though she desperately wanted him to explore her whole tingling body.
‘Why not? Of course I want to, and I think you want me to. And you are very warm in there. So?’
But what decided her was glancing over at her husband, wondering if he’d noticed Alan trying to feel her. She saw that he had other things on his mind. Or rather on his penis. Jill had unfastened his flies was in the act of taking out his stiff cock, studying it with interest and lust. To say that Paula was astonished would be an understatement. She knew, of course, that John fancied Jill like mad. They had often imagined having sex with them during their love-making. Indeed, it was the only thing that excited Paula during the act, helping her, with her fingers, to induce an orgasm. It was at college that Paula had first met John. He was her very first and only lover, so she had nothing to compare him with. Paula had two children, but after all these years, sex with her husband had become a habit. It was Paula who had first suggested a wife-swap as though in jest, but, to her surprise, John had gone ahead to propose it. She was disappointed to learn that Alan hadn’t taken it seriously.
Whilst Paula was taking in what Jill was doing to her husband, she hadn’t really noticed Alan unbuttoning her top to expose the large breasts. That is until his lips latched onto her right nipple. The effect was startling. Her belly lurched. The nipple swelled hard. Paula having removed her restraining hand on his wrist, Alan had resumed stroking her inner thighs, to which she reacted without conscious thought, by slightly parting them for him. Her mind was in turmoil, unable to fully grasp what was going on between them. All she knew was she seriously wanted Alan’s fingers to grope her. And he obviously wanted to do the same. But a lifetime of restraint was not easy to ignore.
Paula’s reaction wasn’t lost on Alan. He slowly pushed his fingers the last couple of inches to reach the gusset of her knickers. Very warm, wet and twitching. Interesting! Alan felt Paula gasp and hold her breath, pressing herself closer to his chest, as his fingers eased their way through the side of the knickers to search for her secret place. Slowly, his two middle fingers sought their way between the labia into her private valley of delight. This was always an delightful moment for Alan, exploring the vulva of a new woman. He regarded it as a supreme privilege to grope her most precious place. He was interested to note the differences. This one was already dripping with her precious juices. Paula was trembling and gasping, moaning in his ear ‘Oh God!’ Alan wasn’t to know that his were the first strange fingers to reach that special treasure chest, giving the lady the thrill of her life. His finger tips searched the vestibule of her vulva, the pads feeling the contours of the soft petals of flesh surrounding the opening to her private passage, until a finger finally penetrated the holiest of holy openings. So slippery and warm. Fuck-ready, he thought. He was enchanted by her hairy genitals. Superb! Yes, she wanted cock.
That did it! The touch of Alan’s fingers removed all her misgivings. It was a life-changing moment for Paula, the sensation of other fingers searching the most secret and treasured part of her body. Feeling fingers searching her vulva and vagina was like a release from bondage, making her want to cry out that she was free. After all these years of single occupancy with a man who she really felt was boring. In a flash of self discovery, throwing caution to the winds, Paula unhooked the waistband of Alan’s trousers, unzipping the flies. She delved her hand eagerly into the opening of the boxer shorts. And there it was! Oh my God, she thought. What a fantastic dick! She pulled it out. Hard and big – well, bigger than John’s – and thicker. She handled it with what could only be described as admiration and worship. It was beautiful. Smooth and hard. Looking down, she watched the head emerge as she slowly eased the foreskin down over the shaft. Astonishing! Absolutely beautiful, was her conclusion. She began to realize what she’d been missing in twenty-two years of marriage.
Whilst lost in admiration for the most wonderful thing nature had ever made, she was hardly aware of Alan’s fingers drawing her knickers over her thighs. Without thinking, she eased her bottom a little so that the well-stained underwear could be slid over her thighs, knees and ankles. Lifting her dress waist high, he could now gaze at the mass of hair on her groin. There was no further obstacle to Alan’s hand, now busily exploring it, fingering the wetness of her vulva and stimulating the clitoris. He looked down full of curiosity. The labia were swollen and very large. The outer labia were unable to keep then inner ones tucked away. They hung low from the vulva. Ravishing! Paula felt rather ashamed of their size, but right now was trembling with uncontrollable lust. She dragged Alan’s trousers over his hips, exposing the full glory of his erect penis, throbbing with desire, rising from a patch of pale brown hair. Heaving her body over Alan’s lap, Paula eagerly sought the stiff cock with her right hand. He slid down to the edge of the settee to allow Paula better access to his manhood, to present the head of his cock to her dripping, anxious vagina.
There was no holding back now. It was with a feeling of utter bliss and release that Paula felt the cock slowly penetrate her passage to paradise. God! Unimaginable! A feeling Alan shared. Taking a deep breath, she held on to it until the cock had reached the fullest extent of its length. A huge sigh of relief, released the breath as she felt Alan begin to slide his cock in and out. Long slow strokes filled her clutching vagina. She had never known such bliss. Eyes closed, breathing deeply, she wallowed in the delight of being fucked by a man other than her husband. Feeling her vaginal muscles gripping the shaft as it delighted the walls. Time stood still for her. She was aware of a series of fluttering spasms in her belly. Alan increased the pace of the fucking, picking up the rhythm. Paula began to heave up and down to meet his strokes, until they began to falter. Please don’t let this end, she prayed. But, alas, she knew it was coming. Oh my god, she thought, he’s going to cum inside me. Oh joy!
Alan was thrilled and proud, in having his penis penetrate yet another vagina. With utter pleasure, he met the thrusts of Paula on it, matching her rhythm. The silky texture of the vagina stimulated the erogenous tissue, whilst the head engaged with the cervix. It was not easy to avoid a quick ejaculation, but Alan was good at holding back as long as possible, trying to time it to coincide with his partner’s orgasm. As soon as he felt Paula’s gasping getting more irregular, he guessed she was coming to the climax. He renewed his efforts.
And as Alan’s cock exploded into Paula’s vagina, with eight powerful spasms, Paula experienced the most thrilling and intense orgasms of her entire life. The contractions just kept coming and coming, one on top of the other for what seemed an eternity. She was in agonizing ecstasy. She wasn’t aware of her gasping ‘Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh bloody hell!’ This, she thought, is what sex should always be like.
But, alas, it never would again. Just a memory to masturbate to.
Jill always had an insatiable fascination for cocks. Having a brother two years her senior, she had been familiar with the essential part of the male anatomy for as long as she could remember. She had watched him play with it, not thinking it anything special at the time, but fascinated by the way it swelled and grew stiff and hard.
She often thought of the time she had joined the local Gilbert and Sullivan Society. That was her first experience with playing with a cock herself. One of the older members offered to give her a lift in his car to rehearsals. Having got to know him better, he said he would get her a solo part in the next show if she was kind to him. Being kind, she discovered, had meant playing with his erect penis, rubbing it up and down until it ejaculated in her hand. She had been nervous at first, since this was the very first cock she had felt. Her first experience of sperm, which she found strangely arousing. She began to enjoy playing with it, tossing it off. To her surprise, he never tried to feel her, or even kiss her. She was glad, because he was quite ugly.
They rehearsed twice a week and Sunday afternoons. So Jill soon got to know every wrinkle of this guy’s cock. It was about five inches, fairly thick, and heavily veined. Whilst enjoying studying the cock at close quarters, playing with it, the occasion came when she felt her head being pressed down towards the head of the cock. To her surprise, Jill found herself opening her mouth to take it in. That was an astonishing moment, that would change her sex life forever! The sensation of a cock in her mouth was an unexpected thrill. She explored the shaft with her tongue and lips. Enthralling! And when he came, filling her mouth with several spurts of warm sperm, it was a most erotic sensation. She found the taste of sperm exciting and amazing! She became a slave of the cock! Any new boyfriend would always enjoy having his penis sucked by this beautiful lady. Of course, she didn’t get the part in the show he had promised, but Jill did get an appetite for cock. She was rather surprised at eighteen, that she had waited so long to sample one.
There had been many cocks since those days. With some surprise, and absolute delight, Jill discovered that no two cocks were quite the same. Ever since her first fuck in the back of a car with her first leading man, each encounter with a cock was a new thrilling discovery for Jill. And not only leading men. Managers and bosses all had their sexual encounters with the beautiful, elegant lady. She loved it. They loved it as well! Meeting Alan had put a stop to all that. Well, not quite, but mostly. She remembered him first feeling her vulva. It was on their second lunch date in his car on the moors. She had played with his cock and sucked it until it exploded. She herself had a very intense orgasm. After that, they fell in love!
When Alan’s business moved him to the area some three or four years earlier, a friend had introduced them to the local drama club. They were soon deeply involved in drama and musicals, meeting many new friend in the process. Pru was to become a close friend of Jill’s, whilst Rod had made it clear from the start that he fancied her! John was an official of the club. He was something of a pompous guy, being well known among the ladies for his voyeur tendencies.
All the men fancied Jill. Well, she was a very attractive 5’5″ beautiful brunette with a wonderful figure, and soft full lips always ready to give a sparkling smile. Jill enjoyed going out without wearing her bra, watching the men ogle her nipples. She had excellent, firm 34B breasts, with slightly upturned nipples, shapely thighs and a well rounded bottom. In all, Jill was a lovely, elegant, sophisticated lady. But she was a tease as well, giving the impression that she might be available to the right offer at the right moment. She only succumbed once, with Rod, one warm summer’s night in the club car park, after a party. Alan was away on business, but at the time, Jill had no intention of sharing sex with Rod. However, one thing led to another. An exciting escapade, during which she enjoyed paying hostess to his seven inches of hard cock. With a bend in it. Very nice! Jill just couldn’t refuse to allow it to penetrate her soaking wet pussy.
For the dinner, Jill wore a cotton three-quarter plain purple gown, with shoulder straps and rear zip fastening, without a bra of course. Sitting beside John, he would lean over to say something funny in her left ear, but Jill knew what John was up to. She dutifully laughed, twisting her head round to look at him, knowing that her dress would fall open sufficiently for her right nipple to be visible to John, peering down her cleavage. The thought of him getting a thrill from looking at her nipple gave her a bit of a kick. His erection would be pressing against his flies. She couldn’t resist looking down for a quick look. Yes! She looked at him and smiled. Yes! She decided she would tease him tonight.
True to form, John stood after the meal, calling the others to attention. He was going to propose a toast. Giving speeches was something he enjoyed. It gave him a sense of importance. In spite of Rods pleas to keep it short, he spoke for some four or five minutes before raising his glass and proposing a toast to ‘Friends and the New Year.’ the others dutifully repeated the toast.
Afterwards, they moved into the sitting area, where Paula and Alan had already bagged the corner of one of the settees. Jill lead John to the other settee for him to sit, with her on his lap. Putting their port glasses on the table, she undid his tie. ‘Aren’t you too hot in this?’ she murmured.
‘Yes, I am.’ He was similarly murmuring against her ear. ‘But it’s not only the heat making me hot.’ She gave him a brief kiss on the cheek.
‘Don’t be naughty! Anyway, John, I think you’re more of a tit man, aren’t you? Alan is a bum man. Loves to fondle ladies bottoms. The shapelier the better. You’re ogling my tits now!’
‘Why not? Your tits are really superb. In good shape.
‘But Paula has lovely big tits for you, darling. More than mine.’
‘Yes, but not as firm and shapely. You are a bit of a tease, you know, Jill, showing them off like that. What red-blooded man can keep his eyes off you in that dress?’
‘I know. That’s the idea. I enjoy turning men on. I saw you trying to undress me with your eyes all through dinner.’ She smiled at him again. ‘I wonder what you would say if I kept looking at your crotch, trying to judge the size and shape of it’s contents?’
‘I’d be flattered,’ he laughed. Jill gazed at the front of his trousers for a few moments before curiosity overcame her, placing her palm over the front. ‘But I didn’t realize you meant it!’
‘Hey, man! You’ve a got a real stiffy there.’ There was a distinct bulge in his trousers. She gave his cock a quick squeeze through the fabric. John looked at her in some surprise and embarrassment. Had he been drinking at that moment, he would have spluttered into it.
‘Well, I have a surprise for you John. A very special surprise. To make your day for you.’ As she spoke, she reached behind her back to unzip the fastening of her dress. She pushed the strap from right shoulder over her upper arm, to reveal her breast. John’s eyes almost popped out of his head as the nipple became visible, attractively lit by the standard lamp. ‘There,’ she said.
‘Bloody hell,’ was all John could think of saying at that moment, his eyes almost popping out of his head. Then, whispering to her ‘They’re gorgeous!’ He was enjoying what most male friends were dying to see. Jill’s perfect tits. He had only ever seen those of Paula before, other than in nude pictures.
Whist he was feasting his eyes on her breasts, Jill reached down to unzip his flies. Another huge surprise for John. Jill’s hand was pushing its way inside his trousers, searching for the hard cock. And she found it without difficulty. Hard and stiff. She tugged it out to look at it. Jill’s interest in the penis was unquenchable, ever since her first contact with one, all those years ago. As John stroked and squeezed her breasts with obvious delight, Jill looked at his thick cock. She guessed about five inches, but with a heavily veined surface, and a long foreskin. She explored the contours lightly with the pads of her fingers, before wrapping her hand round the shaft to pull the skin down to expose the head. Then push it back.
If John had managed to get his hand between Jill’s thighs, he would have found some very wet, and very sticky labia protecting her vulva. But she had no intention of allowing him to. She would give him the thrill of a blow job instead. One of her specialities, though she would allow him to fondle her tits in the meantime. Then, she and Alan would exchange activities in bed, and shag hard at the memories. When she felt his hand trying to find its way into her skirt, whilst bending over his cock to take it fully into her mouth, she quietly slid to the floor beside him, sitting on her legs. He was still able to reach her tits, squeezing and fondling them, but he was taken aback by Jill taking his cock into her mouth. No-one had ever done that before. And the feeling was such a stimulating thrill, he almost came straight away, but managed to hold back.
Giving head gave Jill much pleasure. She would use her tongue to stimulate the area round the frenulum, probably the most sensitive part of the penis, then slide her mouth fully over the cock down the base, tongue pressing against the rear shaft, feeling the head against the back of her warm throat. Flexing the muscles in her mouth excited the penis even more. Rolling her tongue round the shaft whilst gently sucking, was all part of her technique for enjoying fellatio. Meantime, Jill released his testicles from the boxer shorts, weighing them in the palm of her right hand. A good size, she thought, fingering the balls. The right testicle was rather bigger than the other one, but both weighed heavily in her hand. The wrinkled scrotum was hanging rather low from the shaft, in the warmth of the room. His pubic hair was prolific, both on his testicles and his groin. Jill preferred men with less hair, but what the hell. She would always remember John for his hairy genitals. Every time she looked at him in the future.
For John, this new sensation was a mixture of disgust and delight. He had always been rather put off by oral sex, believing it to be un-natural and unclean, but now he had an expert introducing him to the sheer joy of fellatio, he was changing his views. It was a delicious feeling, having a woman’s tongue and lips enjoying sucking his most private possession, with hands playing with his balls. With his eyes closed, he didn’t notice what Paula was up to with Alan. Nor did he care.
Jill knew instinctively when to stop the stimulation to avoid ejaculation, reverting to playing with his testicles and caressing his hairy belly, with light puckered-up kisses to the end of the cock and frenulum. The slightest tensing of his buttocks gave it away. John was sighing and moaning with lust. Jill was superb, keeping him from the final jerk of his loin for what seemed ages. When she judged he’d had sufficient excitement, she gripped the shaft tight, and slid her mouth hard up and down. It was actually, exactly twenty-four minutes from her first taking his cock into her mouth, that he finally came. With a series of stifled grunts, his cock exploded in her mouth, filling her cheeks with several heaving spasms of sperm. Perhaps he had been saving it all up, or maybe he was just so turned on that he found the extra amount just to show off for Jill. She was impressed by his capacity. She rolled it round her mouth tongue, before allowing it to trickle down her throat, whilst still holding the cock between her lips.
After savoring the delicious taste of John’s sperm, Jill slithered up to his head, whispering in his ear. ‘Thanks for the cocktail, darling. Scrumptious!’ She gave him a quick kiss, followed by another on the end of his wilting cock, then stood up, re-fastening her dress to make herself respectable again. ‘Putting the coffee pot on for those who are ready.’
Just as John was grunting and ejaculating, his wife Paula was reaching her own orgasm. John hadn’t heard her, being submerged in his own unbelievable orgasm.
Pru couldn’t compete with Jill in the breast department, with her fairly flat ones, though her nipples were outstanding. She was, however, equally sexy in her quiet way. She quite fancied Rod herself, having recently enjoyed a mutual encounter with him – though it was confined to hands only. Having allowed him to fondle her bottom and press her breasts, whilst kissing, Pru had fingered the shape of Rods erect cock in his trousers, feeling it twitch. She was impressed; curious to have a closer inspection sometime. Cocks had fascinated her ever since she had seen her father’s hanging from his hairy groin. Then later, she had seen it stiff and upright. Of course, her father was unaware that Pru was watching him undressing in the bedroom. Pru couldn’t believe it was the same one. She was bewildered by the difference. The memory, and the awesome curiosity, would always stay with her.
When Pru was diagnosed with mild TB, her husband Harry went on his annual trip to their cottage, leaving her to rest and recover with Alan and June, with Pru’s new baby.
Alan had sprained his ankle and was also recovering, sitting beside Pru on the bed, helping her with a crossword puzzle, while Jill was out shopping. For some reason, Alan felt a slight tension in Pru, and realized that she was rather quieter than usual. She was looking at him with a certain yearning, he thought. It struck him that Pru might be feeling a bit horny.
Well, he was right. Pru didn’t get much sexual pleasure these days, and even when Harry was at his most amorous, he wasn’t much of a lover, leaving Pru to finish herself off. But now, she had only her own fingers to help her on the few occasions she got too worked up to refuse her body it’s desires. And here she was with her best friend’s husband in his dressing gown, feeling very horny. Pru knew that Alan fancied her from previous cuddles and squeezes they had enjoyed, pressing his erection against her belly. She looked up to see Alan smiling at her.
‘Are you ok?’ he asked. Pru just smiled. Should she admit to her feelings. She didn’t think June would mind sharing Alan with her best friend, in her condition. But he was ahead of her. ‘Are you feeling a bit horny?’ he asked.
Pru colored up, and just smiled rather embarrassed. Then she gave a slight nod. ‘Oh dear,’ Alan said. ‘Do you want me to go and let you get on with it, or would you like me to stay and help out?’
‘Yes,’ was all she said. Pru realized that Alan already had the palm of his hand resting on the duvet over her groin. He pressed and rubbed slightly, sending ripples of pleasure through her loins. Slipping his other hand under the cover, Pru felt it circle her breasts, before moving slowly over her belly and hairy groin until the pads of his middle two fingers parted the clitoral hood, making her gasp, and her hips jerk. When the fingers explored a little further into the vulva, Pru groaned and felt her belly tremble with delightful sensations. This was marvelous. With closed eyes, Pru concentrated on the sheer bliss of feeling a man’s fingers playing with her vagina, which was now dribbling with excitement. It wasn’t long before the climax built up deep inside her belly. She was panting with the arousal building up inside her. The world stood still. Nothing mattered except this wonderful blissful feeling. She was heaving with lust, until she could no longer delay the outcome. A huge orgasm shattered her whole body. The most fantastic orgasm she could ever remember having before.
Alan was smiling at her when her eyes opened. ‘Good one?’ she nodded. He was licking his fingers. ‘Mm, you taste good,’ making her blush. No-one had lasted her juices before. Ever! ‘Look what you’ve made me do.’ he laughed, exposing his erect cock for her to examine. Her eyes widened with surprise and astonishment. But she had no time to study it carefully, because just then, Jill returned with the shopping, putting a stop to further discussion. Pru would cherish the memory of Alan’s smooth hard penis.
For the dinner party, Pru wore a flowered peach dress, just below the knee with front fancy button fastenings. With small breasts, she didn’t really need a bra, so she hadn’t bothered with one, but unlike Jill, more for comfort than exhibiting her charms. During the dinner, Rod was his usual cocky self. Full of himself, reliving some of the better moments during the musical ‘The Merry Widow’. Actually, Pru hadn’t thought him all that good. His high notes were strained, for a start, though Jill had been her usual excellent self. However, Pru laughed dutifully with the rest of the guests, whilst speculating on Rod’s penis. She was feeling rather horny, and Jill had already told her best friend all about Rod’s cock. She noticed that Alan was paying more attention to Paula than to Rod, wondering if Alan fancied her.
Rod’s mind was rather over active. Partly because he was re-living his latest triumph on stage – at least, that was his view, and head to talk about it. And it was partly due to the fact that he had had no sex with his wife, Diana, for two months now. In fact he had had no sex with any-one. His secretary was usually able to give him a quick wank, but Audrey was committed to her boyfriend and nothing would persuade her to be unfaithful to him. Certainly not a few weeks before their wedding. But Audrey was a sexy young lady with an unquenchable interest in the penis. After weeks of teasing and banter, Rod had persuaded her – or maybe allowed her – to take an interest in his. And Audrey was duly impressed by it. Probably not much bigger than her fiancee’s, but the bend seemed to give it a special attraction. One thing had led to another, until Audrey finally managed to get to see it ejaculate. This was something she repeated from time to time, whilst remaining untouched in all departments herself. So, although Rod had not had any sex, he had enjoyed a couple of hand jobs from Audrey. Still, that was no real substitute for the real thing.
So, sitting at a table with four attractive ladies, all dressed in provocative gowns, got his imagination working overtime. He had, of course, already fucked Jill in the car park, following the after-show party. But it was a one-off, unfortunately. In fact, that had been the last fuck he’d had. Over two months ago! He would try to rectify that this evening, one way or another, in spite of Diana being there. Or perhaps because she was there, to see he was still attractive to other women. Pru seemed a suitable subject for his attention. She seemed drawn to him, he thought. Little did he know that she was speculating on his cock, glancing down at his crotch from time to time, hoping to see some movement.
After the meal, Rod accompanied Pru to the settee they would share with Jill and John, who were already embracing, sprawled in the corner by the standard lamp. Rod arranged Pru on his lap and, without any preliminaries, slid his hand into the top of her dress, fondling her nipples, kissing her ear and neck. Pru squirmed with pleasure at the unusual attention being paid to her face. She closed her eyes as Rod’s other hand unbuttoned the lower half of her dress, listening to him murmuring in her ear, lying about what wonderful breasts she had and how he would like to make love to her. How Harry didn’t deserve her. Without really thinking, Pru eased her thighs apart as Rod’s hand had slipped under the top of her knickers, gently rubbing her belly. Mm! that was so nice. It was a long time since Alan had done just that, when she was staying with them for a few days, recovering from an illness. The memory was one of her most precious. And now, Rod’s fingers were sneaking down, through her sparse pubic hair, to reach the clitoral hood. Pru gave a little involuntary twitch as fingers touched her clit.
Not to be outdone, Pru casually unhooked Rod’s waist band before unzipping the flies to the very end. Now she would find out if Jill had been truthful. Her hand closed over the erect shaft. Pru caught her breath in some awe. Jill had not lied! Rod’s cock was a good seven inches, with a sharp bend towards the top, and thick in the middle. Pru was no expert in cocks, but this one seemed bigger than what she thought was normal. Certainly putting Harry’s into the shade. As she played with the new toy, Rod had found her vulva, now wet with excitement. Eager fingers explored the clit and labia with curiosity ands skill. Eventually, guessing Pru was ready to move to the next step, he gripped the waist of the knickers, easing them over her thighs and legs, reaching down to release them from the ankles and feet. Her vulva was open to his every whim. Sliding to his knees between Pru’s legs, he studied the wrinkled labia. They were average in every respect, as he studied the contours of the vestibule together with the petals of flesh surrounding the opening to her passage of sexual pleasure. Having satisfied himself with the visual stimulation, he put his face between the legs to press the tip of his nose to the clit, inhaling deeply to smell Pru’s personal scent. His tongue scooped the wet vagina, tasting its magical delights. He was addicted to vaginal juices. Loved them! Then, Rod dropped his trousers to his knees, then placed his cock at the mouth of the delightful vagina, now dilated and pulsating with eagerness, oozing with her secret juices.
By this time, neither Rod nor Pru had any thought of the others in the room. Indeed, they were all engaged in their own little sexual encounters. Rod’s hard cock slid slowly into Pru’s tight vagina. Oh my God! Pru moaned in unbelievable bliss. Oh my God! Yes! This is incredible, she thought. Never had her vagina felt so full and so stretched. Wonderful! When the intruder had reached to end of the journey, it was slowly retracted, then pushed hard deep inside again. Rod now picked up the rhythm, beginning to fuck her properly, whilst Pru lay back, eyes screwed tight, relishing the supreme sensation of total penetration. Time stood still for her. The sound of his testicles slapping against her perineum was music to her ears. Her whole body was responding to the thrill. Her vaginal muscles were clenching the gorgeous shaft filling it, encouraging it to fill it with hot sperm, fulfilling it’s prime role. Pru couldn’t remember a time when she had been so full of cock, and so thoroughly fucked.
Rod was eagerly suckling both her outstanding nipples, one after the other, marveling at their size. But when Pru felt his fingers reach between their humping groins, rubbing her clit, there was no way she could avoid reaching a climax. Her thighs tensed, her bottom pushed against Rod’s crushed hairy groin. She started to moan loud. Oh God! Then holding her breath, she threw her arms round his heaving buttocks, holding tight, feeling the climax reaching its peak. Oh my God! Agonizing bliss! With a sudden jolt of hips, she exploded into the most intense orgasm she could ever remember. Her whole body was responding to the insistent stimulation of vagina, clitoris and nipples. To heighten the incredible sensation, she felt Rod suddenly explode inside her. His jerking spasms clashing with her own. How long this lasted Pru had no idea. She wasn’t counting. She was just luxuriating in the wonderful feeling of release and physical happiness.
The feeling of ejaculating inside a woman always filled Rod with great relief. It had been a long-awaited good fuck for him. Glancing at Diana, he was rather disappointed to see that she was taking no notice of his sexual success with Pru. In fact, he was actually taken aback when he saw his wife masturbating the cock of the husband of the woman he had just fucked. His pride took a knock, but a quick feel of Pru’s satisfied vulva, wet and dripping helped to restore his ego a little. He wondered if her should fuck her again. Her tight pussy was a fantastic fuck.
‘Wow, Rod,’ she muttered breathlessly in his ear. ‘That was truly terrific. The best fuck ever darling. I can’t thank you enough. But I think I need to recover before they all come round again.’
Diana was a dress designer. She had a considerable talent, and had built up a good clientele among the more wealthy of her friends and Rod’s business associates. Although it was insufficent to keep her independent, it did provide her with a good wardrobe of clothes and a wide range of friends. She had two children. A boy and a girl. Derek was away in the army, whilst Bella was at university.
She and Rod were childhood sweethearts, in the old-fashioned sense. They lived next door to each other, but didn’t become lovers until one vacation when they were both home from college. It was at college that Diana had her first sexual experience. A one-off, during a college dance, behind piles of coats in the cloakroom. She had been drinking, and dancing with this guy who was fondling her bottom and pressing his stiff penis against her belly. Diana was enjoying the sensation, with her vagina starting to ooze. The slight ache in her belly was evidence of her need for sex. Rather too drunk to object to the guy lifting her dress with one hand, she felt him begin to grope her vulva, whilst unzipping his flies with the other. Diana parted her thighs to allow the guy to slide his dick inside her. Her first time! It was gorgeous, even though her senses were a bit fuddled. It didn’t last long though. Just as she was really walking in the clouds, her vagina was flooded with sperm. The guy withdrew, tucked his penis away, and walked out of the room, leaving Diana frustrated, in a state of unfulfilled satisfaction. She never saw him again. It was with relief that her period started two days later.
Then came Rod. When they first had sex, it was more of a deliberate experiment. Rod had admitted to being a virgin, so Diana showed him her genitals and encouraged him to fondle them and explore her sexuality, whilst she did the same with his. They were on the sofa in her parents’ house, who were away for that week-end. Diana ended up taking Rod to bed. They fucked most of the night. She remained faithful to him through the rest of her college days.
Rod was often out rehearsing or playing quite a lot. Diana helped out in the wardrobe department, and often went with him to the club for a drink afterwards, but not after every rehearsal. They had just finished a short run of ‘The Merry Widow’, so there would be an after show party in the club. However, on that evening, Diana’s ailing mom hadn’t been well, so she was unable to join Rod. She had got home fairly late. Too late to join the party, anyway, so she undressed, and prepared for bed, changing into her night clothes. Diana was feeling rather tense, so whilst preparing for bed, she downed two large glasses of red wine, which helped to relax her, watching the television at the same time. But for some reason, she was feeling a bit horny. Her vagina had that special ache. She wanted dick. Maybe that’s why she was a bit tense. She was wishing Rod would come home to satisfy her yearning.
Eventually, she climbed into bed at about midnight. Checking her vulva, yes, she found it was wet. Aching! Just then, she heard the front door. Diana snapped off the bed-side lamp, pretending to be asleep when Rod eventually came into the bedroom. She was in no mood for a long chat. Just his dick. So, when Rod eventually slid beneath the clothes beside her, Diana cuddled up to him, putting her arm across his chest. She could smell he’d been drinking beer. It was a warming sort of scent. Her hand rubbed his belly, playing with his pubic hair for a while, until she felt his penis begin to stir. Wanting to give it some encouragement, she slipped her head under the sheet, going down on him.
Having reached his groin, she stopped abruptly. Diana smelt the unmistakable scent of a woman’s vaginal juices in his pubic hair. She sniffed again carefully. There was no doubt. The pubic hair at the base of his penis was saturated by dried pussy juice. She put his rising dick in her mouth. There was no doubt about that taste. After a moment of disbelief and indecision, Diana realized that her husband had just come home from fucking another women. Pru! That woman! Butter wouldn’t melt in that woman’s mouth. But dicks would! She sat up.
‘Who have you been fucking? Who was it? Pru? Was it Pru?’
‘What’re you talking about?’ Rod whined.
‘You stink of cunt juice. Your hair is full of it.’
‘What… er …?’
She snapped on the lamp, throwing the duvet back, exposing Rod’s naked body. He thought sleeping naked was manly. His tousled pubic hair was, indeed, matted. Diana pointed to it. ‘Look!’
‘What?’ he stuttered.
‘Fuck off Rod,’ she shouted, climbing out of the bed. All feeling of horniness had left her. Gone in a flash! Diana grabbed her dressing gown from behind the door before storming from the room into the spare. There, she threw herself on the single bed. She wouldn’t weep. She was too angry. She just lay there, seething. She had been so wanting her husband to make love to her, and what did she find? That he’d already just fucked another woman. The evidence was indisputable. It must be Pru, she thought. Rod had a thing for her, she knew. And she had deep suspicions that Pru wasn’t the only one he was fucking. He was quite often late getting home from work, with lame excuses. When she once found a pair of knickers under the seat of his car, she knew. Her mind was in turmoil, until eventually she fell asleep through sheer exhaustion.
When her daughter, Bella, asked her the next morning, why she was in the spare bed, Diana told her. Bella was upset.
‘What are you going to do, mom?’
‘What can I do? I can’t land myself on my parents. Besides, the shock would probably kill mother. Just co-exist, I guess. Accept the inevtable. Besides, I think it’ s been going on for a long time. Oh, not just with Pru. There are others, I’m sure.’
When Bella told her brother Derek on the phone, he was livid. He threatened all kinds of revenge on his father. But Bella told him to keep calm. But when he came home on leave, his father at work, he took his mother in his arms, giving her a close sympathetic embrace. His hands held her bottom tight, pulling her to him. She was very cuddly! Denis had always found his mother very attractive and sexy. Chubby, yes. But very sexy. Unfortunately, his cock found the close embrace rather stimulating, provoking the stirrings of an erection. Diana felt it, and in a motherly moment she couldn’t explain to herself, pressed herself to it, rubbing her groin against it. Oh God! It was a long time since she’d felt a hard dick against her. Her vagina was responding.
The next few minutes were a blur. They were in the kitchen. Derek pressed his mom against the table, lifting her hem as he unzipped his flies. Knickers dragged to one side, Derek dragged out his now erect cock, guiding it against her vagina. One push and he was deep inside. They fucked hard for a good twenty minutes.
But that’s another story. After all, Derek was married to Pru’s daughter, of all people.
From now on, Diana slept in the spare bed. Conversation with Rod was terse and economical. They would learn to live with the new relationship. Of course, it wasn’t Pru who Rod had fucked that evening. It was Jill, in the car park of the club. Still, the result was the same. Diana’s sex life became non existent until, unexpectedly, one of her wealthy clients managed to seduce her, giving Diana an experience with another woman. It was one to change Diana’s sex life for good. She became to adore lesbian sex. It gave her untold bliss during the build up to an orgasm. Orgasms which she had never experienced before. She was happy to let Rod try to prove his prowess with other women. She had her own new group of friends for sexual pleasure. However, that was to come later.
It was another two months before the friends all met again at Alan and Jill’s dinner party. Diana was sitting between Alan and Harry. She was wearing a stunning dark grey silk dress of her own creation. It hugged her hips and accentuated her breasts. The skirt was split down the side, with a generous overlap, whilst the top was fairly high, with short arms. She noticed that Rod was between Pru and Paula. With Alan giving most of his attention to Paula on his other side, Rod would waste no time chatting up Pru, putting on the charm. With Alan giving most of his attention to Paula, Diana made herself available to Harry. She chatted him up, flattering him. It was her plan to seduce him in front of Rod.
However, it didn’t quite work out that way. Harry was a shy guy, who tried to overcome the problem by being over effusive. After the dinner and toast, Diana took Harry to the arm chair, where she took his drink from him, putting it on the book case ledge beside the chair. Sitting on his lap, Diana put an arm round Harry’s neck, giving his a kiss, whilst opening his shirt, slipping her hand inside, to caress his chest, teasing his nipples. She was well and truly tipsy from the cocktails and the wine.
‘Hm, that’s nice,’ he blustered, feeling rather embarrassed.
‘There’s more to come,’ she whispered to him. ‘Come being the operative word,’ she giggled. ‘How would you like to come with me?’
‘Bloody hell! What? Here and now?’
‘Why not? Pru is already in the hands of Rod. Literally, look!’ Harry glanced across. Although the room was dimly lit from the standard lamp in the corner, he was sure he could see Rod’s hand inside Pru’s top. ‘So, here,’ she added, taking his hand to guide it inside her dress and bra. Harry was unsure what to do. So he just pressed his hand against the nipple. It wasn’t a large breast, though it was firm and podgy. Satisfied that Harry wouldn’t remove his hand, Diana kissed him again, long and lingering whilst her hand sought his trouser fastening. Once inside, she tugged the stiffening dick out. Oh dear! Now she knew why Harry was embarrassed. His dick was smaller than average. About four inches she guessed, though reasonable thick. ‘Mmm. That’s a nice one Harry,’ she reassured him. ‘I’d bet that dick has fucked a lot of cunts in its time, and given lots of women lots of pleasure. It’s a sweet dick. So cute. Mm, I love it Harry.’ She muttered praises for his penis as she played with it, studying every contour, exploring his tight testicles and the underside of his shaft with her delicate fingers, feeling it jerk as it strained for more.
This was a new experience for Harry. No-one had praised his cock as much as this before. His girl friend, where they had their holiday cottage, enjoyed it because she had an unusually small vagina. It was a perfect fit for her. Of course, Pru was unaware of this relationship. But now, with his cock getting so much attention from the sophisticated Diana, Harry became more adventurous with her breasts, peeling her top from off the shoulders, before reaching round her back to unclip the bra. Her smallish, full breasts came into view. The nipples were small and pale, the areolae almost the color of the surrounding breast, though the smaller pimply glands, arranged round the outside, were prominent. Harry studied them before attaching his mouth to one of them. The fingers playing with his cock were making him feel more and more horny. He wondered if he dared to feel her pussy. It was at that very moment that Diana whispered. ‘Why don’t you want to feel me, Harry? I’m wet, ready and willing. It’s all yours darling. I need it!’
Wanting no further encouragement, Harry slid his hand between the side opening of the skirt to find the warm silky touch of her upper thigh. Her flimsy Ann Summers briefs were flimsy and small, offering no resistance to his stubby fingers as they searched eagerly for what it was desperate to touch. There was no obstacle to his intention, until his fingers finally discovered the fleshy labia, sticky with her juices. Harry swallowed hard. He was so overwhelmed by the knowledge that he was feeling another vulva that he couldn’t prevent his cock suddenly exploding in Diana’s hand, projecting his jets of sperm over his chest. Diana was delighted at the sight of the discharge, moving her free hand to catch the late spurts.
As Harry’s cock dwindled in her hand, Diana rubbed the sperm in the other hand over her breasts and nipples. ‘Sorry,’ he muttered, taking his hand from her groin and from her breasts. ‘Couldn’t hold it back any more,’ Harry apologized as he started to rearrange his clothes, making himself respectable again.
‘That’s alright darling,’ Diana murmured. ‘I loved watching every drop. I feel so favored to have done it for you. I’m only sorry it wasn’t inside me. Another time, perhaps. I think, maybe, you’d rather have another drink now, to regain your strength.’
FIVE: THE FAREWELLS.
Shortly after one am, John’s daughter called to collect her parents with Pru and Harry to share the journey. Every one had tidied themselves up and were sitting at the dining table, sipping coffee or, in John’s case, a large brandy. The evening had been a real eye-opener for him. He was still trying to get his head round the fact that Jill had fellated him, encouraging his cock to explode in her mouth. He was even more astonished by her swallowing the sperm. He had never been sucked-off before, never mind have a lady swallow his cum. Added to that was the sight of Allan fucking Paula, an experience they had often fantasized about, but one which, when it actually happened, was mind-blowing. He only wished there had been a bit more light for him to see better! John didn’t know whether to be jealous or stimulated by the sight of Alan’s cock penetrating his wife’s vagina. Perhaps a mixture of both. In any event, a large brandy was called for him to ponder his reactions.
Paula was very quiet. The experience had been wonderful. A dream come true. Alan was only the second guy to feel her down there, let alone fuck her. And her initial nervousness soon gave way to great stimulating delight. She had never known such ecstatic bliss in her life, and the main orgasm, when it finally shattered her, was out-of-this-world fantastic. She never realized they could be so intense. Whatever John might think, she knew it was worth the experience. She pondered the memory whilst sipping her coffee. Paula wondered how John had taken it. She would soon find out when they got into bed.
It was Pru who broke the silence. ‘Well,’ she said in an understatement, ‘that’s another New Year over.’ As though it was an event to endure. She had certainly endured Rod’s fucking, enjoying every thrust, though she was, perhaps, a bit too drunk to appreciate the finer points of the event, not reaching a truly satisfactory orgasm. Ah well, back to the fingers, she thought.
Meantime, Harry was quietly smirking into his drink, gloating over his experience. Diana, the posh wife of Rod, had tossed him off and let him feel her plump vulva, and lick her nipples. He could hardly believe his luck. It had been a very satisfactory ejaculation. One of his best.
The front-door bell rang.
After much hugging and thank-yous, the two couples shrugged into their topcoats, then left.
‘Another for the road, Diana?’ Alan enquired as they returned to the sitting area. He turned to see her response, only to be faced, looking over her shoulder, with his wife kissing Rod in the hallway. He was rubbing his hands greedily over her buttocks. Before he could react, Diana moved in close, putting her arms round him to kiss him on the lips. A long lingering kiss. Alan responded by putting his arms round her and letting his hands roam all over her back and bottom. She broke from the kiss, putting her cheek against him whispering in his ear, ‘I’d rather have another on the settee.’
After the earlier sexual exploit, Diana was feeling ravenously sexy. After having masturbated Harry, her own unfulfilled sexual needs were working overtime. Harry had shown no inclination to penetrate her, being content with having Diana jerk his cock until he splattered his juices all over his chest and the front of his shirt. The sight of the sperm spewing from the end of the cock inflamed her, but something about Harry held back her urge to take the spitting cock in her mouth, or straddle it with her vulva. She had spent the rest of the evening in a great state of frustration. Desperate to have Alan fuck her, she had to be content with biding her time until the moment arose. And here it was.
In spite of her desperation, Diana took it steadily, gently pushing Alan back towards the settee by the window, where Jill had given John his blow-job, unfastening the waist band of his trousers on the way. By the time they reached the edge of the settee, Diana had unzipped Alan, dragging out his half-filled cock. Sinking to a crouch in front of him, she drew his trousers down to his ankles, lifting one foot after the other out of the trouser legs, before taking the new dick in her mouth, feeling it filling and expanding, as it responded to the stimulation. To have such power over a man was wonderful. Lets face it, she thought, his dick is his main center of his manhood. His self esteem. Control that, and you control the man. And she had Alan in her control right now. Diana no longer had any qualms about Rod and Jill seeing her blatantly molesting Alan. In fact, she relished in it.
Alan stood, legs slightly apart, hands on hips, groin thrust forward, with his cock stiff and hard. He was enjoying having the elegant, if plump, Diana eating his cock. He had never really seem her as a sex object. Yet here she was, giving him head. After two or three minutes of sheer delight, sucking Alan’s cock, Diana stood, unbuttoning her dress as she did, then pulling it from her shoulders to stand in her underwear. Reaching across to Alan, she took his hands to pull him onto the settee beside her. His hand reached between her thighs, pushing the briefs to one side, cupping the palm of his hand over the vulva, squeezing the fleshy labia. Alan felt the delicious nectar of her vagina against his hand. Using his two middle fingers, he penetrated her secret tunnel, feeling the muscles trembling. Diana had reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Once released, there was no sagging of the breasts. They were firm and round, if somewhat on the small side.
Alan studied the globes of pale creamy flesh, before latching his mouth onto the left one. Diana was trembling with excitement. He had a sudden desire to penetrate her. He knew she was ready and willing. Alan dragged the briefs from her plump thighs, over her legs and ankles. Diana shook them off her feet before opening her legs. Alan slipped to his knees between them, giving a quick look at her vulva, with its petite inner labia, before placing the head of his cock against the dilated vagina, heavily coated in the juices. He eased the head of his cock inside before pausing to relish the moment of entering the secret place of a new woman. Feeling Diana gasp, he slowly slid the full length inside the welcoming vagina. He heard a big sigh from her, as she wrapped her chubby legs round his waist. He loved the feel of the vaginal muscles squeeze his shaft.
Still in a deep embrace with Rod in the hallway, Jill was frantic. Her sex drive was in overdrive. She wanted more of this cock. More of any cock really. Just to be screwed hard with a stiff ramrod of flesh. Her hand rapidly unzipped his flies, eagerly pushing into the trousers, searching for the thing she wanted more than anything at this moment. Cock! Yes, there it was, half filled. She dropped to her knees, taking it in her mouth. She adored the awareness of a soft cock, filling out in her mouth. Rod’s grew to its fullest size, almost choking her, before she slipped it out. Her hand grasped the thick shaft, jerking it up and down, desperate to feel it’s full glorious stiffness. Rod was reciprocating by pulling her top over her shoulders to reveal her wonderful breasts.
With tongues lashing, still grasping his cock, Jill dragged Rod into the room, where she leaned her bottom against the arm of the vacant settee, pulling up the hem of her dress. To avoid unnecessary obstacles, Jill had not put her knickers back on. Her vulva was hard and swollen with lust. The episode with John’s cock had aroused her lust to boiling point. Jill’s hands grabbed Rod’s trousers, quickly unclasping the waist, pushing them over his thighs. His underpants were dragged down his hips to expose his magnificent cock. Jill got hold of it, pulling it towards her vagina. Rod obliged by thrusting it straight to the hilt, deep inside the vagina. She gasped out loud at the intrusion.
Jill was on a high. In a strangled voice, she croaked, ‘Fuck me. Oh my God! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh shit! I want more. More! Give it to me. Give it to me! Fuck me. Fuck me!’ Rod’s cock was driving hard in and out of Jill’s vagina. Literally shagging her, hard and fast and cruelly. Jill loved it! That wonderful cock was stimulating the g-spot. She was going to cum , she could help it. She’d been waiting all evening for this. Her orgasm swept into her mind and body with a great woosh!
‘Wow! My God, I needed that. Now for a more leisurely one.’ It was then she realized that Rod was in no position to fuck her again. His cock had lost its erection and slipped out from her vagina. Unbelievable! He couldn’t do this to her! She wanted more! But it was no use.
It was whilst Jill was in spasm, hips lurching, that Rod saw Diana. His wife was being fucked in front of his eyes. Diana, who had denied him sex for the past three months or more, was being fucked by their friend. Not only that, she was clearly lost in ecstacy, moaning and talking dirty. ‘Give it to me darling. Oo yes! I love it. Fuck me fast. Fast! Oh shit shit shit!’ He heard her muttering urgently. The fact that he had just fucked Alan’s wife didn’t seem to enter Rod’s mind. He felt cheated. Let down. His mighty cock deflated, slipping out of Jill’s vagina. He pulled his trousers up and excused himself. ‘Need a pee,’ he explained, leaving the room. When he got into the small loo, he locked the door and wept tears of anger. How could she do this to me? he raged to himself.
Diana had taken no notice of her husband’s activities. She was enjoying her own too much to care about him, and was fast reaching another glorious orgasm. The fluttering in her loins, the shaking of her thighs and hips, got more intense as the orgasm started fluttering deep inside her. Starting as a small lurch in her belly, the spasms burst out. Several convulsions racked her body as she cried out. ‘Oh jeeez! Shit! Arrrrggghhhh! Yes yes yes!’
But Alan wasn’t finished. As he embraced her nakedness, he asked ‘How about a bit of anal?’ He had wanted to try anal sex for a long time, but Jill was unwilling to try it.
‘Oh, will it hurt?’ Diana gasped.
Without replying, Alan squatted between her thighs, thrust his head against her soaking vagina, then stuck his tongue inside it to suck out all the juices. There was plenty there, after her orgasms. He then hauled her to her feet, draped her face down over the arm of the settee. Pushing her legs apart, the whole expanse of her plump vulva and bottom was revealed to him. He looked at the small puckered button of her bum. It was pink and dripping with her juices. Diana flexed the anal muscle. Tantalizing! Beckoning! Kneeling between her splayed open legs, Alan used his thumbs to pry open the rectum, before putting his mouth against the open rose bud, dribbling the contents of his mouth into it. Satisfied that there was plenty of lubrication there, he guided the head of his cock to the little puckered entrance. Slowly, slowly he eased the end inside. Diana stiffened, clenching her muscles at first, but then relaxed to allow the hard cock to enter her anal passage.
Diana was apprehensive. She had never even had a finger inside her bottom, never mind a thick dick. And now she was getting a big hard one in it. After her initial tightening of the sphincter, she realized that she would need to relax it completely. And when she did, Diana felt the dick stretching her rectum. Slowly! Slowly it eased its way inside. To her surprise, it felt absolutely incredible. Once passed the sphincter muscle, the penetration was easier. The sensation was quite different. It didn’t feel like anything else she ever had felt before – it was deep inside. It’s not her clitoris and it’s not in her vagina, but it felt strangely like both in a crazy mixed-up combination in another part of her body. As Alan got in deep and started to fuck her, the rectum literally swallowed up the penis. It was though it couldn’t get enough. It took her to an altogether differed sexual realm. Absolutely incredible. Difficult to believe! Without any effort on her part, Diana suddenly exploded in another orgasm. It felt so different, but absolutely marvelous!
Alan was amazed by Diana’s reaction. His own orgasm burst forth, deep inside her rectum. Spurt after spurt filled the back passage. It was fantastic! When the seven or so spurts had subsided, he rested, flopped over her back. Reaching over to the side table for the box of tissues, he withdrew, holding the tissue over her rectum until Diana’s hand took over. She sat up and kissed him hard. ‘That was the most fantastic fuck I’ve ever had,’ she told him. ‘Thank you!’
Diana was back in her clothes when Rod returned from the bathroom, holding their topcoats. His thanks for the evening seemed rather forced, though Diana’s was effusive. She kissed both Jill and Alan before leaving behind Rod. They didn’t say a word to each other on the drive home. Nor when they arrived there. But Diana didn’t care, she was reliving the events of the evening in her mind. She had got her own back on her husband’s philandering. And how! Her very first anal sex. Awesome!
After the guests had all gone, Jill and Alan went straight to bed, each with a brandy and ginger. As they sat up together sipping their drinks, they exchanged experiences. ‘Well Alan, you finally got to enjoy and anal fuck. How was it?’
‘Different. Well, you heard Diana’s view as it happened. She flipped!’
‘Mm. Well, not for me darling. It’s a shame Rod was suddenly overtaken by jealousy. He has an interesting cock.’
‘So I believe,’ Alan smiled. ‘And you have a fascinating vulva darling,’ he added, slipping his hand under the covers to reach for it. ‘Mm, still fuck-ready, by the feel of it.’
‘And you? After two ejaculations already?’
‘Try me,’ he answered, taking her empty glass, putting his with his own on the bedside table. Turning back, he took his wife in his arms, kissing her mouth and face all over. ‘The thought of Rod’s cock in you and you sucking John’s cock, has really turned me on.’ His hand was cupped over her warm swollen vulva. ‘Still wet darling! Great!’
Her last words before becoming immersed in sexual activity were ‘I’m glad I doctored the pre-dinner drinks with a love drops.’