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It was an entirely flippant comment and one of my typical attempts to be amusing by saying something a little outrageous.
Jen and I had been together for some years but hadn't lost our 'dirty weekend' appetite, although the main reason for our weekend at a B&B in Ilfracombe was my new digital camera. Some years ago I'd spent a week rock climbing on Lundy Island, and my climbing buddy and I only stayed overnight in Ilfracombe before boarding the boat. Even so, I had enough time in the town to know it was surrounded by some great scenery and, most of all, I now wanted to try the camera's night mode to take pics of the harbour area.
We had been out for a meal and the pubs were very near closing time, so Jen and I decided to have a few drinks in the B&B's little bar area. Apart from a pool table there was no entertainment, and the weekend had brought very iffy weather so the place was quiet, just an elderly couple at a table near the window and a younger couple – about our age, late twenties or early thirties – a few seats away from us. Jen had mentioned how quiet the place was and I said “I think I've seen more entertaining porn films”. I didn't say it 'loud' loud, but at that moment the room had been utterly silent and my words were the only sound.
The female half of the couple nearby stifled a laugh. Within a few minutes we had all made our introductions and we began talking. Just typical stuff. Weather, what we were doing for the weekend, how long we planned to stay. I mentioned the camera and my hope to get some good night-time shots.
Like us, Chloe and Adam had come down for the weekend, but were free to extend their stay into the following week as they were both on holiday, and the weather forecast from Monday until Wednesday looked good. Then (as now) I was self-employed and based at home, while Jen's senior position at her place of work meant that she could 'work remotely' pretty much at will; she just had to pick up the phone and tell them.

We had a few more drinks. Not enough to get tipsy, but the conversation became less inhibited. Out of the blue, Chloe said “Anyway, I thought you guys all liked porn”.
“I may be in a minority” I said. “I don't know. And I've not watched a lot of porn. But most of the time I just ended up fast forwarding to the money shot only to find it was a bit... perfunctory, unimaginative. Then fast forwarding again in the hope the next would be better. And usually it just wasn't. Trouble is, even the best ones – what people call the classics – had that problem of trying to build pretty feeble story lines around sex scenes, and that just added to the fast forwarding thing. People who watch porn just want to see the sex, but what they get to see is repetition. Doesn't matter who's banging who, the bits look the same. And let's be honest, one minute of watching some guy's cock going in and out tells you just as much as twenty minutes of it. There's no imagination. I'd rather watch thirty minutes of variety than two hours of prolonged shagging”.
“Variety?” Chloe asked.
“Yeah. Forget story. Just have girl guy, girl girl, guy guy, threesomes, whatever. Use camera angles, think up interesting positions, shoot them well. For me it would be a case of “I've never tried that, but...” and film it. YOLO, as they say”.
I realised the way I'd worded that made it sound like a suggestion, but nobody said anything to that effect. I picked up the digicam which I'd brought down from our room to go through the pictures taken that day. I held it up.
“This thing. My girlfriend from a few years ago was quite adventurous and wanted me to take some erotic pics, but this thing didn't exist. You had to get film developed. We ended up buying one of those instant cameras, picked one up for a couple of quid from a car boot sale. It was OK but limited, obviously. Couldn't put it on a tripod, no timer. So in the end I just got a handful of glamour shots. But this...” (I held the digicam up again) “You can do what you want. Photos...”
I removed the XD card and inserted the blank spare, then switched it on and put it into video mode.
“At least half an hour of video. As for photos, it's about five hundred shots at high res. And it's so easy. Anyone can do it”.
Jen chimed in. “Video's a bit awkward though isn't it? Camera on a tripod. Not saying static camera angles are bad, but it's still a bit limiting”.
“You could probably say the same about photos though. It depends what you're taking shots of. If you're just posing in a position, then I suppose it's OK. You just set the timer and get into that position. What you might call 'action' stuff – well, that'd be kind of awkward. But I guess you just find ways. That ex I mentioned before? I bought a camcorder, basically because we and her parents went on holiday to Crete and for some reason I wanted to make a video diary of it rather than take a load of photos then pay for them to be developed. Anyway... I know this is very personal stuff, but whatever. She liked oral but didn't like cum in her mouth. I had no problem with that, and it wasn't a flat refusal on her part. She did actually try it once. I told her I was about to cum but she carried on and even swallowed. She said later that she really wanted to try but, no, she just didn't like it.
“Some time after the holiday we were watching the video diary through the TV, and out of the blue she suggested we could use the camcorder for something naughty. Long and short of it is she wanted me to come on her face, because I'd never actually done that”.

We wanted something more imaginative than naked, so she wore a white bikini bra and a very light, almost diaphanous, unbuttoned chequered shirt of pale blue. As a finishing touch, she remembered the black felt choker I'd bought for her a few months ago and which set off her semi-dressed ensemble perfectly.
“Where do you want me?” I asked.
She lay down on the bed and I assumed the position she wanted, straddling her in such away that, as I looked down through the viewfinder, my cock filled the space between her breasts. She used a couple of pillows to raise her head. With her right hand gently stroking me to erection, it came as little surprise that the thing looked and felt enormous – of all things we'd done this was incredibly erotic.
“I want to get this perfect” I said. “Tell me exactly how you want to do it, and I'll just film. Do you want me to finish off with my hand?”
“No, I'll do that. I'll start with my hand, but if you feel like you need my mouth for a while just tap me on the side with your spare hand. I'll try to use my mouth right at the end, so just tap again when you're ready to come and I'll bring you off onto my face”.
The tone of her voice and her unusual frankness might have been enough to make me come there and then, but I fought against it.
“You realise this could get messy?” I said.
“I hope so. If this is the only time we get to film it, let's make it a big one, eh?”
And it was. For someone who didn't like to go all the way with blowjobs she sure as hell knew technique. She's the only partner I can remember who knew that deep throat served only one purpose, namely to lubricate, and that the tip is the most important part. She concentrated on that, keeping a beautifully consistent rhythm (again, hugely important – change in tempo can be disastrous), using thumb and index finger to form a ring which almost toughed her lips so that, both in and out of her mouth, the tip was constantly massaged. Just a few times she pulled me forward to fill her mouth, then made me withdraw so she could carry on as before.
And I came, by god I came. Hair, nose, cheeks, eyelids, chin, lips. Then she did the most incredible thing. She used my cock to massage the cum around her face, particularly around and on her mouth, which she then opened and took me fully in, performing a slow, deep throat blowjob which gradually decreased in depth until she was back onto the tip.

“That kind of thing is pretty easy” I continued. “The amateur porn makers call it POV, and the only difference between good and bad is how steady you hold the camera and then the obvious things like lighting and focus. I'm not even sure I'd use a tripod for something like that. Yes, you might find a more... cinematic angle, but if the camera goes out of focus you don't know until it's too late”.
“So the best thing is to have someone holding the camera?” asked Adam. I snorted.
“As if. Sounds ideal, but not the kind of thing that happens in real life. Hi Jimmy, would you mind popping over for a while? The girlfriend wants to sit on my face then squirt into my mouth and we could do with someone filming it. Doesn't happen”.
“Ugh!” exclaimed Jen.
“What?”
“Is anybody into squirting?”
“Seems to be bit of a trendy porn thing for some reason” I replied. “Never tried it myself, but not saying I wouldn't. YOLO, right? It's just... I've never had a girlfriend who squirts. Apparently it's quite rare”.
Chloe raised a tentative hand.
“Really?” I asked. She just nodded. “Well, there you go. Not going to ask Adam what it's like, rather find out for myself. Not...”. I realised what I'd just said. “Sorry, I don't mean...” and I just made a hand gesture towards Chloe. Adam stifled a laugh then mouthed a silent “It's good”.

I didn't wake up until Jen switched on her hair-drier after taking a shower. The weather had brightened sooner than expected and I opened the curtains to see a mostly blue sky, just a few wisps of cloud. I stood behind Jen and leaned over to kiss her neck, cupping a breast through the silk bathrobe, loving the feel of both. One day I would get a silk robe to replace my towel version.
Back in the room, she had made us a coffee each, one on each side of the bed where she sat up against a pillow, my own pillow placed upright as an invitation to join her. We sat in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, then she reach across, undid my robe, and took my cock in her hand.
“Did you mean it?” she asked.
“Hmm? Mean what?”
“That thing about squirting. I mean, to be honest I don't know anything about it, but it sounds like it's not that far away from... you know, toilet stuff. I mean, you wouldn't go for that, so...”
“Yeah, I meant it. Like you I don't know much, but it's an orgasm, right? It's kind of a case of fair's fair. I come in your mouth, so, you know? It's definitely not toilet stuff. Talking of which, you say I'd never go for it, but I've never said that. Absolute truth, I don't think I'd ever... drink. But, you know, mouth closed? Christ, I've now said YOLO for the third time this weekend”.
My cock had hardened. She moved her head down to it and got to work on a speciality of hers, not taking it into her mouth but using the upper and lower surfaces of her tongue to caress all of the tip. It made me incredibly horny, but I asked her to wait a minute.
I got up, took her hand, led us to the bathroom and into the shower. The cubicle was generous and easily accommodated us both. I knelt in front of her and she spread her feet apart by about a metre, since it was obvious what I was about to do. With my tongue fully extended, I moved upwards so her pussy lips rested on it, then slowly withdrew.
“From what little I know” I said “this won't be enough on its own. Can you use your fingers at the same time? Just want to see what happens”.
Jen always tasted fantastic and had a truly wonderful pale pink pussy. She shaved, but just enough to leave a small downy triangle of unusually soft hair. I was addicted to her, although that came with the occasional small disadvantage in that I would spend so long worshipping her that she became too sensitive for me to continue or to give her my cock. I sometimes cursed myself for being too eager and this time I didn't want to inadvertently prevent what I hoped might happen, so I tried to use my tongue as an encouragement more than anything else, gently licking her lips without probing, and keeping away from her clit as she worked herself.
I actually thought she was about to come – as in squirt. She placed her hands on the back of my head, pulling my face into her pussy, then began to rock back and forth, riding me. But it didn't happen, and she let out a frustrated sigh. I got up and put my arms around her waist.
“Sorry” she said. “I can't make it happen. Maybe you'll just have to settle for us going downstairs and having a more standard kind of breakfast. I just need to tinkle first”.
“Well I brought us into the shower with the idea it was going to be one or the other”.
“Huh? How d'you mean?”
I knelt again.
“Oh my god. Really?”

Just because I wanted to know, at one point I opened my mouth and let it in, but I have to be honest and say it isn't a taste I will acquire. But the feeling of her hot pee cascading over my face was unexpectedly wonderful; so nice that for a few seconds I pressed my face into her so I could actually feel it coming out.
After another shower, and before we went down for breakfast, I wondered out loud if the trick was to drink lots of water and pee a few times in advance so it would eventually become diluted. She kissed me.
“Yeah. We could try that. Both of us I mean”.

Chloe and Adam's breakfast had been cleared and they were finishing coffee as we sat at the neighbouring table.
“Hey guys” said Adam. “Well, we've decided. Definitely staying until Wednesday – forecast is great. If it holds out we might even take in next weekend. How about you?”
“We're easy” I replied. “It's a fair old trip back to Manchester, so if we stay till the weekend it'll probably be until Saturday evening so we don't get the end-of-weekend traffic madness. Other than that, yeah, just see how it goes. I mean, I want to use the camera, but not sure how much stuff there is around here until I run out of ideas”.
“There are a couple of spots out of town, but you're right. Can't see how you'd need a full week. We had the idea of taking the boat over to Lundy, never been there”.
“It's great if you're a rock climber” I replied, “but there's nothing to see. It's just a flat island, no features to speak of. Apart from the little harbour there aren't even many places where you can get to sea level. Like I said, great for climbing. But that's only in a handful of spots. I mean, none of the climbs are big, all single pitches, so a lot of the sea level bits are near enough untouched because they're not very accessible. You get down there and the climbs back out are hardly worth the effort”.
“Well maybe just sunbathing then. Have to be honest, Chloe rocks a bikini better than most, so if we want to catch some sun we like places fairly deserted. Let the pervs look somewhere else”.
I gave Jen an affectionate pat on the knee. “I know exactly what you mean”.

“I can't believe you've actually got one of those” I said to Adam, as he carried the windbreaker onboard. “In any case, I doubt you're going to find any sand to put it in”.
The boat trip out of Ilfracombe has a reputation for being rough at times and today was no exception. Beyond the harbour a stiff breeze had raised a swell, occasionally lifting a spray into the boat, cold enough on its own but exaggerated by the wind. Despite the late July sun, we huddled ourselves in fleeces. But that all changed as we moored at Lundy and began the rocky trudge up to the single building which served as pub, restaurant, and accommodation. It was close to midday, the air still, and an app on my phone gave a temperature of around 80F – I preferred the imperial gauge as I'd grown up with 70 being the symbolic threshold across which 'OK' became 'hot'.
I had brought the camera with me for two reasons. Firstly, one of the main reasons for the trip to Ilfracombe had been to use it, so why not? The other was remembering a picture I'd taken back in the rock climbing days. While I sorted out some gear before starting a climb, my buddy was getting a feel for the rock on a tiny crag nearby. He was only about a metre above the start point, and I could see a photo. By raising the viewfinder to cut out the ground, there was just the sea, its horizon very low in the shot, and him, paused at a piece of rock that jutted out slightly on the left of the frame. I took the shot, and the result looked as if he was free climbing, very high up, with a potentially huge drop below. The memory of that reminded me that interesting shots are possible even when the landscape suggests otherwise.
From the gear I'd noticed on the boat and the few snippets of overheard conversations, it was clear that of the twenty or so passengers we were the only non-climbers. Lundy is also popular with ornithologists but their summer visits are quite rare. Autumn and spring are when the main migratory events happen.
Once you reach Lundy's almost featureless plateau there is a single dirt path running north through the centre of the island. There are almost no paths branching off towards the cliffs and the only way is to spot a known landmark – a particular piece of shrubbery in most cases – then head for it and improvise a descent. I suggested we look for something on the west side of the island. Despite being seaward it tends to be drier. On a hot day, once the sun has passed its zenith it quickly dries damp rock while the eastern cliffs fall into shadow and retain more of the early moisture.
We found what looked to be a usable path but, soon after it began to descend, it fizzled out. Even so, we eventually found a way down that involved no more than a dozen metres of light scrambling, and emerged on an enclosed rocky beach. The spot was filled with slabs of almost perfectly flat rock, but we found a small area off to one side that was a mixture of shingle and sand; not ideal, but comfortable enough when bedded with a few beach towels.
Amazingly, we managed to erect the windbreaker. There were narrow fissures in the rock slabs, and where they were slightly too wide to support the poles we gathered pebbles and wedged them in. The result was actually more stability than sand would have offered, although it certainly helped that there was barely any breeze. There should have been something off the sea, but I'm guessing we were feeling the benefit of an anticyclone based somewhere near the north of Spain, drawing hot air over the channel which then swung out to sea.
“Beer?” Adam had opened the cool box and proffered a bottle.
“Oh, not for me” I replied. “Daytime alcohol just makes me tired. But I'll take water or fizzy if you've got some”.
“No worries”, and he handed me a bottle of sparkling water.
Wading in the sparkling seawater ahead of me was Jen, tiptoeing cautiously over the submerged rocks. They must have been slippery as I saw her struggling to remain upright.
That figure. Long, slender legs, tight little bottom, the beautiful bulge of her femininity forming a seductive 'U' shape. I took out the camera and gave Adam a little white lie.
“One of these moments she's going to slip – putting this in burst mode just in case”.
I zoomed in as far as I could, although the camera wasn't especially powerful in that department. Jen was not very far out, but in the viewfinder all that was cut off was the top of her head and the lower half of her calves. Even so, the view of her bum was magical. I zoomed out a little and waited.
Then it happened. She began to slip but an arm reached out to stop her falling and Chloe's form entered the frame with a body every bit as good as Jen's, although she was a few inches shorter. I had already pressed the shutter before she came into view but had no idea what the pictures would be like – had I managed to capture a moment of comedy?
Edible. I can't think of another word to use. Chloe's position was similar to someone about to mount a bicycle, one leg perfectly straight and the other angled outward, crooked at the knee, and from the waist upwards she leaned forward (Chloe had been slightly further out). Her arm was outstretched as she reached for Jen. I'm not sure if perhaps she'd been sitting slightly awkwardly on nearby rocks, or maybe just some other reason, but one side of the lower half of her bikini was rucked up to show the flesh of her bottom. That was, shall we say, appealing, but the most beautiful thing was the bikini-clad mound of her sex. Like Jen, she was perfect, not an ounce of surplus fat.
As sexy as the photo was, none of the shots had captured the moment all that well so I deleted them, which I tend to do as it saves the trouble of wading through hundreds of photos on the PC in the knowledge I'll probably scrap more than half. Better to do the job there and then.
“What do you think?” Adam asked.
“Eh?”
“Chloe. She's nice isn't she?”
“Stunning” I replied. “We're lucky bastards. I always get insecure about it, think some other bloke's going to come along and steal her. But touch wood...” I jokingly placed a hand over my cock “We've never come close to that happening. There must be some kind of secret to it, but not sure what it is. Maybe it is just luck. Only thing that ever worries me is how long the luck will hold. We've been together about five years and we both know couple who didn't last anything like that long before they got bored”. I thought again about what we had done that morning. “We try new things. Maybe that has something to do with it”.
“Yeah, that was nearly a problem with Chloe, and we're about the same – probably nearer four years. We almost had a row about it. She made a joke once about having a foursome with this couple we knew and, honestly, I wasn't interested. Although that didn't really matter. I just thought it was some kind of test because the girl was very attractive. She wanted to know how faithful I was, so I just refused point blank. Some months later we had a little quarrel about something, very minor, but to do with... you know. Bedroom. Turned out she was serious, had this fantasy about another couple joining us as a kind of one-off thing”.
“So be honest. D'you look lack and call it a missed opportunity? I mean, it sounds fun, but I'm sure she might have been thinking about some girl on girl stuff, which is fine – but what if she then said that in return she wanted to see you with the other guy's cock in your mouth?”
He paused. “Absolute truth? Girlfriend years ago, back in the days of VHS tapes, was quite kinky. Had some porn videos, mostly crap, but she had the full version of Caligula”.
“Seen it”.
“Ah right. Well I suppose it is something of a classic. So you remember that very brief shot you get of the centurion on his knees, and the other centurion has just come in his mouth?”
“Ooh, yeah”.
“Exactly. That was my reaction. It was 'wow', not 'yuk'. Not sure why. Maybe I had this naïve idea that he was a straight actor just doing this because the film needed it. It wasn't about the sex or the sexuality, it was more... commitment, if that makes sense? So I still don't know how I'd react if we'd had that foursome and Chloe asked me to do it. All I can say is... I really don't know how to put this. My mind isn't screaming 'No!' on the basis that I'm straight. And I'm not sure I accept 'no' on the basis that I've never considered doing it. So I have to ask – what about you?”
“Jen and me tried some different stuff this morning, pretty much on a whim”. OK, I lied just a little. “And there was something I never imagined doing before, but we did it and I loved it. As for sucking off another guy, well my reaction to that scene in Caligula was the same as yours. I mean, you know what they say about oral sex. A girl is better than a guy at cunnilingus because she knows what works. She has the same bits, she knows the trigger points because she has them herself. Makes sense that it's the same for blowjobs. Chloe is brilliant, but I've had previous girlfriends who just couldn't do it properly, and it's no criticism of them. They don't experience the actual feeling, so hitting the sweet spot is pretty much down to guesswork. It's a really weird thing, realising that although I've never thought of doing it I already know I'd be able to do it far better than most girls could”.
“Good god” said Jen. “It's the battle of the bulges. Maybe you do give better blowjobs. Are we gonna get a free demo?”
Neither of us had noticed the girls returning, and I was mildly amused to see that, unnoticed, my manhood had very much come to life. Jen and Chloe were both looking at us, and both casting their glances from erection to erection. And somehow I didn't feel uncomfortable.
“Or maybe we should give them some privacy, Jen” said Chloe, picking up a couple of beach towels and laying them out a few feet in front of where Adam and I sat. “Will you guys be OK if Jen and me have a 69 while you're doing your thing?”
Jen immediately took out a coin from her purse and flipped it, covering the landed coin and turning to Chloe. “Heads, me on top”. She removed her hand. “You on top”.
Even before Jen had shown the coin, Chloe had removed her bikini.
“Actually, I might have an even better idea. Up the stakes a little? Coin?” Jen handed it to Chloe.
“OK, let me think” said Chloe. “Let's go for spectacular”. And she went into detail. A flip of the coin resulted in me getting on my knees to give the standing Adam a blowjob. Another coin flip meant that, kneeling next to me, Chloe licked the standing Jen who, throughout, held the camera in video mode and recorded it. The coin flips made it interesting enough, but it was what was to happen after Adam came that made it, as Chloe said, spectacular.
Adam, like me, had been circumcised when very young, and although that can have its disadvantages when it comes to sensitivity, I have to say cut is far more attractive than uncut. He was blessed with a long, thick cock, ramrod straight. I'm pretty sure it was bigger than mine, but then again I was viewing it at much closer proximity than I ever could my own.
When I say I wanted to make this quick, please understand it wasn't in the let's-get-it-over-with sense. As I'd said the previous evening, really good porn, for me, had to excise the long-drawn-out stuff and focus on the most exciting parts, trying to keep everything short and sweet but memorable. I had no expertise or experience to use on Adam, only instinct, so I borrowed Jen's skills and concentrated on the top inch or so of his cock, keeping a perfectly steady rhythm. But I couldn't resist the occasional bit of deep throat – not just for the lubrication but because I wanted to know how that felt. I quickly learned that to prevent the gag reflex it's better to angle the cock so it rubs the roof of the mouth, not the back of the tongue, and I found that by trying different ways. And I have to give you the truth here. Whatever I'd felt about the idea before, now that I was actually doing it I was enjoying it immensely. My own cock was raging hard.
Adam didn't need to tap the side of my head as the agreed cue that he was about to come; I could feel it, and for a few seconds I actually wanted his semen to flood my mouth and to gulp it down, but that wasn't in the script. Keeping to the script, he withdrew and finished off with his hand, the hot spunk gushing onto my face. As he was about to finish I opened my mouth and took in the last few drops. Then, as agreed, I lay on my back. Chloe straddled a pace sideways then very slowly lowered herself onto my face. Once I was completely smothered she began a gentle gyration of her hips, spreading Adam's cum all over my face and her pussy. From time to time, with the subtlest of movements, she lifted her weight enough for me to coat her pussy with my tongue and my tongue with Adam's cum.
The idea was stop filming at that point, so Jen switched off the camera but Adam pointed out that I still had an erection, so the camera was switched on again.
Adam pulled my shorts down enough for my cock to spring out and immediately took all of it into his mouth, and the strange thing is that despite keeping me deep in his mouth for most of the time he managed to do just enough with the tip to keep the right sensations going.
I tilted my head in an effort to seen Jen and/or Chloe. I saw both. Jen lay on her back, her head close to mine while, facing me, Chloe's cum-covered pussy straddled her. Jen's tongue worked feverishly on her while Chloe held the camera in one hand and used the fingers of her other on herself. Then the most fantastic thing happened. Chloe squirted. I naturally expected that a shocked Jen would squeeze her eyes and mouth shut. She closed her eyes, but that was it. Not only was her mouth open, rapidly filling with juices, but she didn't stop tonguing Chloe.
As it was a pre-arranged signal for what had happened earlier, I tapped Adam's head to tell him I was about to come. Instead of withdrawing, he turned his attention to the tip of my cock and with remarkable rhythmic skill made me come directly into his mouth. I came, and came. God, there was a lot. But he didn't stop until I was empty. Finally he let my cock out of his mouth and I thought the cum would follow as he allowed some of it out to trickle down the shaft, but as soon as this happened he took me in again and, with all of it filling his mouth, swallowed.

In a faintly amusing, even charming way, the next few days were a little awkward. The four of us continued to spend time together, but nobody suggested any kind of repeat performance. I'm sure that not one of us would object, but I'm glad we tacitly agreed to return to being normal people.
Had Jen ever suggested a foursome in the way Chloe had to Adam, I think my concern would have been the potential effect on our relationship. In the worst cases it can become an addiction, and a couple's own intimacy can feel bland. You can gradually lose interest in your own partner unless somebody else is there to make it interesting. I'd never want that, and the silence of all of us felt reassuring. What we had done on the beach came to feel like going out to a very expensive restaurant and picking the most expensive dishes – a really great experience, but you know it has to be a rare treat. None of us needed to say this; somehow we all knew and were comfortable with it.
We didn't even watch the video footage. On Wednesday the weather proved the forecasters wrong, turning dull and showery, so we all decided it was time to go home. Chloe and Adam were not local to us, but not too far away either, about fifty miles. Before we split up, Chloe asked if they could see the video.
“Not now, of course. But will you be able to edit it, put it on DVD or something?”
“Absolutely. I'll set up a new Dropbox account and upload it. It'll be a big file, but with any luck I can edit down to about fifteen minutes”.
We exchanged email addresses.

It was mostly bad luck with dodgy focusing, so the usable footage amounted to about ten minutes. Thankfully, all of the big moments and the individual things we did had at least a few seconds of good quality film, and there was enough in total to make it look as if nothing had been missed. The only disappointment was when Chloe came onto Jen's face, and that was because of the camera angle, looking straight down from Chloe's point of view.
Jen had a brilliant idea to bring the total up to fifteen minutes or so (even though ten would have been good enough). I loaded the film onto our PC then plugged an old camcorder into it to make it look as if it was providing the feed, then took some footage that switched between the monitor and Jen's face as she watched. When it came to editing, I managed to crossfade the action shown in the media player with the corresponding original filming. The effect was to give the end product a kind of story, suggesting that while Jen watched the video the viewer also got to watch her actual memories of it.
As a finishing touch at Jen's suggestion, I rearranged one part of the action, putting the moment when Adam came onto my face right at the end. Jen then had me shoot some fresh footage, with the camera mounted on a desktop tripod close enough to the PC monitor for the back of it to be visible, out of focus, in a corner of the frame. It focused on Jen's face while she gave me a blowjob, all the while staring at the monitor, and the footage we edited in swapped rapidly between Adam coming on my face and me coming on Jen's.
The end result was fantastic, and that's not a case of me boasting about my video skills. The fifteen minutes of edited film had not a single moment of waiting for something to happen. It wasn't perfect, though, as Jen pointed out.
“Never thought I'd say it, but I really enjoyed having Chloe on my face. Would've been nice to have a close-up”.
I had no intention of telling my girlfriend that another girl's pussy tasted just as good as hers.
“What did you think of her?”
Oh.
“I think you're pretty much identical. It could have been you. But I have to ask – when she squirted you had your mouth open and you kept licking. What was it like?”
“Oh, I'm not the kind of person to give marks out of ten”.
She got up, kissed me and, before walking over to the kitchen to make coffee, said “You'll be able to make up your own mind about that pretty soon”.

Pretty soon was actually several months later, about a week before Christmas, and the intervening months were interspersed with lots of emails in which we discussed ideas. One of the earliest things mentioned was that nothing we had done on the beach included actual fucking – all of it had been oral. But we liked that, all agreeing that it was a kind of theme which identified what we evidently liked most. Jen suggested that we could have fucking scenes as long as oral served as the reason for it. Pussy-to-mouth cock-sucking, that sort of thing. The idea met with approval.
We set each other challenges. Each scene would last a maximum of ten minutes but the ideal was closer to five. Each of us had to invent a handful of scenarios and make them as outrageous as we wished, but we would keep the coin-toss idea and try to incorporate scenes where at least one participant could be male or female. One of Jen's offerings, for example, came from our first exploration of peeing, but who would do the peeing and who would receive it would be decided by tossing the coin. The choices were narrower with things like facial or oral cumshots, and Chloe was the only one who could squirt at orgasm. The only thing we agreed to steer clear of was anal – Jen and I had never been interested in it and, it turned out, the same applied to Chloe and Adam.
In the end we offered five scenes each, and even turned this into a sort of game. Using the throw of a dice, one scene was selected from each set of five, and each copied to individual strips of paper and placed in a tin. We would film them in whatever order they came from the tin, with a few hours between each. The only non-random thing we did was to make sure there were two one-on-one scenes and two threesomes; also we adapted the coin-toss principle to make sure that if one of us hadn't taken part in the first three scenes he or she would definitely be in the fourth.
Jen raised the subject of peeing in one of the first emails, as neither of us had any idea if Chloe and Adam would go for it. By one of those freaks of fortuitous timing, an email from Adam came back within minutes, but it wasn't a reply – he had chosen that moment to ask us the same question and our emails crossed. He said he was happy to do such scenes with Chloe (the trick, as I suspected, was to drink lots of water, pee, drink again, pee, and eventually it would run almost clear and not far from tasteless) and it was no problem if we wanted to back out of that.
“Back out of it?” I typed, followed by “I rather think not!” before I pressed Send.

Ignoring the sex part of it, if I was to make a top ten of the individual moments of that weekend I'd say it was when they opened the door to us on Saturday morning. Despite what we had done at the beach, and despite our recent email exchanges, I think Jen and I both feared some kind of awkwardness when we arrived; as if, despite everything, there might still be uncertainty and a sense of having to get into the mood before we did anything. But Chloe and Adam treated us as they would a couple of old friends arriving for a dinner party. There was nothing at all out of the ordinary in our reason for driving across the Pennines to join them.
“I was going to offer you tea or coffee” said Adam, “but do you want water instead? We've been kind of looking forward to this – just wondered if you want to prepare early?”
“Oh, and we have a surprise” Chloe added. “If you'd care to step this way”.
We followed her into a room whose original purpose I couldn't be sure of. On the ground floor, it was big enough to be called a very generous lounge, and the lounge we had just left seemed smaller. Adam must have caught my puzzled expression.
“Yeah, it used to be the lounge. Where we just came from was the dining area, but it was too big for that, and when we converted the kitchen to a kitchenette it just felt cosier to make that bit the lounge. This room ended up being a bit redundant. Still not sure what to do with it”.
“The bed?” I nodded towards it. There was a king-size placed almost central to the room, a three-seater sofa, and two armchairs of very different design to each other. Given the absence of any other furniture and the size of the room itself, it still felt cavernous.
“In pieces until a few days ago. We replaced ours. We'll probably sell it, although I haven't advertised anywhere yet. Oh”.
He walked to the bed and peeled away some of the dark blue bedding to reveal some kind of black sheeting. “It's not plastic but it is waterproof. Got it from some camping place. And the bedding looks nice but it's cheap supermarket stuff – we actually picked up four identical sets for less than fifty quid”.
If Jen and I had any apprehension it evaporated immediately. Chloe and Adam were both very keen to show us where we would all be performing.
“Wish we could have done more with the lighting” said Chloe. “We know a studio photographer and wanted to borrow some of his stuff but he couldn't do it – not insured – and, although we thought about it for a while, we decided we didn't want to, you know, bring him in. We might be OK”.
She switched on a bank of inset ceiling lights which, although slightly harsh, I reckoned would easily be bright enough to at least help keep the camera in focus. She switched them off and giggled. “God, I'm looking forward to this”.
I turned to Adam. “Water would be just great”.

The original plan had been to grab a 'mystery' scene from the tin, film it, and then pick another scene later, but it somehow added a frisson of anticipation when Chloe suggested we should know all four scenes in advance even if we hadn't determined who would be in them. Jen honed it to perfection – why not coin-toss for the participants as well, so each of us knew what we were going to do later? As she correctly pointed out, if we ended up with only one peeing scene what was the point in everybody else drinking loads of water beforehand? And what if there was none of that at all? We had no idea what was going to be drawn out of the tin.
“Oh, I'm really hoping there's at least one” said Chloe. “Tell you what, if there's no peeing in the first three we keep drawing for the last one until there is some”.
“Yeah, that seems fair” I answered.
Jen chimed in with “And we can't not have your speciality, Chloe”.
Time had deceived us and slipped away, the winter afternoon already turning dark.
“Let's have some proper drinks and a bite to eat” suggested Adam, “Then if you guys are willing we can pick the scenes, plan exactly how we'll do them, then get to it tomorrow”.
“Sounds good to me” I replied. Adam went to the kitchen and returned with a couple of bottles of white wine. “You know what pub toilets smell like, so maybe we stay off the beer. I've got some red if you want it, but... black tongue, you know? Can look a bit unsightly”. I had no problem with white wine. He poured and Chloe retrieved the tin from the side of the large L-shaped sofa. Before we started, Adam placed some more logs on the fire.

Although the room was not clearly visible from outside (a set of patio doors led out onto a large garden and, beyond that, fields. The garden at the front was shielded from the road by tall conifers) Adam drew the curtains, which were actually d**** liners, cream-coloured and thin but more than enough to give privacy. We almost changed our minds about the curtains at the back, but Chloe correctly pointed out that the natural light would be variable – better to rely as much as possible on the ceiling lights.
The first scene was the only foursome anyone put forward, but I really liked the idea even though it was going to be tough to get a good static camera angle. This was confirmed when we watched it later, but we were happy enough with it. If there was going to be one weakness, better to have it right at the beginning.
It was a double 69. Two of us lay side by side with a gap wide enough to accommodate another body. The first coin-flip determined that Adam would come into the recipients mouth while I would give mine a facial. However, this could change depending on the next series of coin-tosses, as we agreed the facial shot was only really practical on whoever was underneath.
As well as the starting positions, there was going to be a switch. After about five minutes, one 'under' participant would move to the centre and the corresponding 'over' move on top of them. Five minutes later, these two would move to the participant with whom they had not yet had a 69, and this would continue until both Adam and I ejaculated.
So it began – Jen on top of me and Adam on top of Chloe. We had our five minutes before Jen moved over to 69 on top of Chloe. Finally, Jen rolled over to take Adam in her mouth and Chloe's pussy descended to my mouth. Despite being almost completely smothered by her – deliciously so – I sensed movement nearby and it wasn't until we finished that I realised Jen and Adam had turned around so his cock and mine were both on the side of the camera.
As I felt the moment arrive I gently pulled Chloe more fully into my face, widening her lips as she pressed back onto me, then inserted my tongue as far as I could and moved it very slowly inside her, letting her know I was savouring rather than devouring. She whimpered and, with deft touch, brought me cascading into her mouth. When I'd finished, she sat up and slowly gyrated her hips. I felt her wetness spreading over my face. Watching the video later, I could see that she sat up, looked at the camera, and made it very obvious as she swallowed my cum, followed by an incredibly erotic lick of the lips.
Jen also made the most of it, using her fingers to bring Adam off. It was only later viewing that revealed the performance she put on, keeping the tip of his cock very close to her face and moving the shaft so that his cum coated her cheeks, mouth, and chin. She then opened her mouth and encouraged the last few drops (it was actually rather more than that) into it before drawing him back in and allowing him ten or so seconds of fucking her mouth.

We wanted a scene with Chloe squirting, and Jen came up with a really good one. One of us would kneel and perform oral on somebody sitting in an armchair. Chloe would straddle that person, her pussy very close to their cock/pussy, then masturbate herself to squirt onto that and the face of the one performing oral. We decided that if the oral sex was pussy licking, it would carry on until Chloe came, but the one doing the licking would have their mouth open and Chloe would squirt into it. If it was a blowjob, one of two things would happen. If the guy came first it would be a facial, then Chloe would squirt onto their face. If Chloe came first it would be onto the guy's cock, then the one giving the blowjob would finish and swallow.
I have to say I was rather pleased when the coin-toss said I would be kneeling to suck Adam's cock. I didn't say it, but inwardly I hoped he would come into my mouth – not just because he did such a great job on me when we visited Lundy but because it was something I wanted to experience. More than that, whatever happened I wanted to taste Chloe the way Jen (and doubtless Adam) had.
As it turned out I got to experience the best of both worlds as Chloe and Adam came at the same time, so I improvised. Fighting the urge to swallow, I opened my cum-filled mouth and Chloe directed her hot juice into it. Jen was immediately onto what had happened and moved the camera closer. Looking into it would have spoiled the moment and looked cheap, so I closed my eyes, let some of the juices dribble from my mouth, then closed it and swallowed.

The next scene's participants were not as randomly chosen as the others. Chloe had mentioned in an email that she had always fantasised about pussy-to-mouth cock-sucking, and while she was happy to accept it not getting picked out of the tin, she really wanted to be the one if it was chosen. She even invited Jen and I to come up with a scenario as filthy as we liked as long as she could have that experience as part of it. I was initially reluctant, but Jen said she would think of something.
All four of us took part but, unlike the double 69, it was easy to get a great camera angle because we set its focus on Jen's pussy as she mounted Chloe in a 69 position. She spread herself wide and lowered herself so that her pussy was only just out of reach of Chloe's tongue. We had tossed a coin, the result being that I went first, alternately fucking Jen's pussy and Chloe's mouth every ten seconds or so.
When I came it was onto Chloe's face, and she kept her mouth closed until Jen moved back and smothered her, spreading the cum around her face while Chloe in turn licked her. Then Adam moved in, like me alternating between pussy and mouth every ten seconds, but he filled Jen's pussy with his cum. He withdrew the coated cock and plunged it into Chloe's mouth, then moved away so that she could spread Jen's pussy lips. The cum flowed out of her, dropping an inch into her friend's open mouth, before both sets of open lips buried themselves in each other.

The peeing scene should have been the third one, but we swapped. Because most people would label it extreme (by this time, funnily enough, we didn't) it seemed sensible to leave it until the end as a sort of grand finale, but with that in mind we took Adam's idea and looked for ways to make it... well, extreme. Adam had already said – and we agreed – that he didn't want to have pee-drinking in the form of drinking from a glass, which was porn for the sake of porn rather than erotic.
I'm not going to say I drew the short straw, because I admit I felt a shiver of excitement when the coin chose me and the others spent the next couple of hours drinking water. When it came to timing we had to rely on guesswork but, thankfully, they were good guesses. As I lay on the bed, Jen indicated that she wasn't far away, so she straddled me face, sitting up from a 69 and close enough for me to lick her. Then the pee came, gushing into my mouth. She finished and lay by my side, whereupon I turned to empty the pee into her mouth. She swallowed and got up, taking over the camera from Chloe.
Adam then took the same position as Jen had, over my face and fucking my mouth until he withdrew (so the camera could see) and filled me with his pee. This time I swallowed then resumed sucking him. He came directly into my mouth. This time there was no need to pull out first. Instead, once he'd finished he rolled away and turned around. I placed my mouth over the tip of his cock and let the spunk out to coat it, then took it back in and swallowed. He now took the camera from Chloe, who did exactly the same as Jen had done, but this time Jen joined us and I spilled Chloe's pee into her mouth. As before, she swallowed. Chloe set to work on herself until, at last, she squirted into my mouth.
That may sound like repetitive stuff, and maybe it would have been if the video remained unedited, but the final version of that last scene was contained in about four minutes. The entire video came in at less than fifteen and that included our humorous introductory take on those Japanese fake newscaster bukkake scenes. Jen started by saying “This is our Yuletide adventure. Hope you have as much Christmas fun as we did” while Adam and I simultaneously (or near enough) came onto her face. Chloe followed with the same line but, at her insistence, we both came into her open mouth. My version had Adam come onto my face, but he chose something different for his introduction, having me pee into his mouth and onto his face.

That was a year ago, and whenever Jen and I watch the video – which is quite often – we try to think of new things to try. We haven't arranged anything yet, but we have some good ideas, and our encounters with Chloe and Adam are far from over. Only a few months ago they emailed to say the ideas they'd had so far weren't as exciting as they'd hoped, and they wondered how we felt about looking for another couple to join us and open up even more possibilities. Jen says the chances of finding another Chloe and Adam must be close to zero, but she agrees with me that it's worth looking.
Oh, and fantastic news. It was all about finding the ideal technique, and she has done it. Jen has become a squirter.