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The following is a bit farfetched, but so what. If you don’t like what I write stop reading.

H: My wife is here with me to make sure I tell it right and to chip in with the bits I don’t know as well as her. She’s nodding agreement. You’ll know it’s me speaking by the H: and her by the W: and if I mix it up or forget the protocol you’ll have to work it out for yourself by the context.

So it was a lovely place in the hills a little way up from the main drag by the beautiful blue sea of the Med. It was a villa complex of around 6 distinct units built around a shared pool. They all faced the sun but there was plenty of mature planting for shade. It was the first week we had had without k**s and paid for by the in-laws who were looking after the c***dren.

A week to ourselves to laze and do nothing particular.

We had good flights and arrived just after lunch. It was a bit out of season so not too crowded, in fact when we arrived there was only one other villa in occupation. Nice couple he was a good deal older than us but she was obviously rather younger than him. A handsome woman.

Apparently he was loaded and had brought people with him to cook and clean and drive him and her about. He maybe loaded but couldn’t resist a bargain and he had seen two weeks here for next to nothing (well next to nothing for him it would have been an out of reach fortune for us). He was also extremely charismatic with an easy charm and persuasive nature.

We opened up the big doors of our villa onto a patio that had sun loungers and led to the pool.

We hadn’t been in residence long when they appeared in our kitchen and called for us. We exchanged niceties and they invited us for pre dinner drinks, they wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Drinks turned out to be rather addictive cocktails and divine snacks. He was a little over flirtatious toward my wife but it was all in good fun, his wife occupied me with more mundane stuff.

W: He had his hand on my bum.

H: What?

W: whilst you were talking to his wife she got you to face her, pointing away from him and me and he let his hand roam across my behind whilst he poured the cocktail from the jug into my glass.

H: you never told me that before.

W: He was very attentive and nice looking and persuasive and had a certain charm, and to be honest, it was warm and the drink had made my head swim round and his hand was rather nice and old fashioned. I liked it.

H: But you never said.

W: No, I never did, but get on with the story.

H: Well you know I am slightly taken aback but anyway.... after a while we left and walked down to the town for a bite to eat for dinner. We had decided not to hire a car we wanted to walk as much as possible. Dinner was typical Mediterranean pleasantness, and when finished we started walking back holding hands.... we ran into the couple from the villa. Did we want a lift?
Actually we didn’t but he was a successful man of the sort that didn’t take no for an answer. The car complete with driver had appeared from nowhere, I was escorted to the front passenger seat and my wife was centred between the man and his own lady. I knew something was going on in the back but was asked to keep a look out in front for wild rabbits that had a habit of running out suddenly, nobody wanted to hurt the sweet fluffy a****ls.

My wife told me after we all got out the car that whilst sitting in the back he had put his arm round her and was stroking her neck and shoulder in a very intimate way. She was about to stop him but his own wife nodded her approval and she put a finger to her own lips to indicate that she thought my wife should stay quiet. In other words let him touch her and not protest.

What happened next is what my wife told me ....

W: I will tell them it was me after all and you were looking the other way.

His stroking was actually having a nice effect. I was just wearing a sun dress with skinny straps my shoulder was almost entirely bare. I couldn’t believe what he did next. He pushed the strap over my shoulder and slipped his hand in the top of my dress. He had a hold of one of my boobs. We hadn’t known them more than two minutes and he had touched my bum in the kitchen and now was mauling my breast in the back of a car where I was sitting next to his wife, and just behind my husband. Nothing like this ever happens to people like us, never.

Ever.

Except it was.

I looked at his wife, I didn’t know what she would make of this, and she nodded her approval and spoke with hubby to make certain he was sure to keep a keen eye out for the rabbits, she said she did so love wild life. And you never turned round once, did you?

Well I was braless you see, in summer I often am. And the material of my dress had been grazing on my nipple, so when he put his hand in, it was hard as rock. My nipples were standing up rigid. And then with his other hand he now put his finger to his lips, he wanted me to be silent as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then unexpectedly he squeezed really hard. I would have screamed normally but he commanded silence. I feigned a cough and when you asked me was I alright I just said it was a tickle in my throat.

All the time he was playing with my nipple. And more his wife put her hand on my knee and started stroking upwards. The drive was short, which is just as well because her fingers were under my hem as we arrived home. The man asked the driver to park the car in the garage and he and my husband got out, but his wife held me back for a brief moment, she whispered wait, don’t move. So I remained.

For that moment when the men were out of the car engaged in some small talk or other, his wife called to the driver to look round, and when he did, she lifted the hem of my skirt up so he could see all my legs. She whispered to me to separate them a little so he could have a proper look...

H: OMG you never told me this before.

W: Well, you know, I didn’t know how you might of taken it, anyway we did worse that week.

H: But we hadn’t till then and we hadn’t discussed anything like that, not then.

W: I know but still, it seemed harmless enough, anyway the people want to know what happened so please be quiet for a moment. So I opened my legs a bit and the driver smiled and clearly liked what he was seeing. And the wife of the rich man said to the driver, if he was a good boy then maybe they would share me.

H: You mean she was suggesting on that first evening you would be given to the driver without asking you or even me?

W: Exactly. Perhaps you should continue now.

H: I am not sure I can. I thought we discussed later what was happening and what was potentially about to occur when all the time you had given tacit agreement before we talked.

W: If you had not wanted things to progress then actually I would have not let them go any further.

H: well I need to think things over, I am going to make tea and will be back, you can talk to the people and hold the fort till I return.

Husband Leaves

W: Whilst he is gone I have to confess that whatever I just said I really wanted things to progress and I certainly wanted, and intended to have some extracurricular holiday fun.

Silence till husband returns

H: so we got back in the villa and she told me he had m*****ed her breast, although not the part about the hard nipple squeezing ir showing herself off to the driver, and she said that she had really rather enjoyed it, meaning the boob fest. He was a very charismatic and engaging man with an immense aura. She was powerless to stop him. She said she felt sure he would try and go further tomorrow, certain the two of them would try and compromise her in some way. And I asked her did she want to take it further and without hesitation but without looking at me she said in a very small voice that ‘it might be nice.’

She said we both spent so long working and doing drudge this would be a wonderful one off experience and we should go with the flow so to speak.

W: I told him, if he didn’t like it we would stop instantly, I promised him that.

H: She did promise. And that night we made love. She was already turned on, hotter and more ready for action than I could remember for years. We had only been there a few hours and we were making plans to throw off all the shackles of normal life, actually it sounded rather intoxicating. I wanted to see how things would develop for us both.

Next day we were up long before them and lazed about with a pleasant breakfast by the pool a bit of sunbathing and an odd dip to cool off. Finally they appeared and it was a typical British scene them keeping themselves to themselves save for a nod and a good morning. He read his paper she looked at a magazine and lay on a sun lounger in the shade. We were a little surprised they didn’t’ come over. Maybe it was all alcohol driven bravado the day before.

Maybe that was all that was going to happen.

It didn’t last. When my wife jumped in the pool again to cool off, he casually jumped in after her and they chatted and splashed and played like overgrown k**s, laughing and teasing each other. His wife came over casually and sat on my lounger in a familiar way.

They were clearly in charge.

The man was closing the gap and very close to my wife, I couldn’t make out if he was touching her because the sun was catching the surface of the pool and the water was mirror like... but there was giggling and mock tutting.

His wife saw me looking at them ‘let them be’ she said, ‘ Que sera sera, we’re all on holiday, time to let ones hair down’ or something along those lines. She touched my leg (I was in swimming shorts) just above the knee reassuringly. ‘He really likes her,’ she said ‘he is a powerful man and used to getting his way,’ she said ‘he is really taken with your lady but if you are prepared to go along without a fuss....’ her hand moved up my leg slowly and meaningfully, it was very nice and I was aroused,....’ I will make sure you aren’t left out or disappointed.’ Her hand moved on upwards, I was stiff and it must have been obvious to her.

She looked back to the pool to her husband and my wife, I followed her gaze, they were clearly in some kind of hold but how intimate it was impossible to tell. ‘They are happy, let’s keep them that way, she loves you, I love him, I guarantee no harm will come of it and we will all have a little.... fun.’

And with that her hand found its way to the outside of my shorts where I was obviously standing to attention. She took hold through the material and stroked slowly and sensuously, and I couldn’t help but lay back on the lounger and close my eyes and just enjoy the thrill...

‘Good boy, I am assuming you will be good.’ And she squeezed a little more firmly driving me wild and I was only just able to nod my agreement.

She let go, ‘Right she said that’s settled then. We are having a little part later, just a few close friends. You and your wife will be guests of honour as the newcomers. My husband will look after her and I will ensure you are catered for. Everyone that comes is a consenting adult, coming of their own free will, so no need to have any concerns. By the way, my husband doesn’t always take a full part in these affairs, often he likes to flirt and touch, but his big kick is from watching. But we never really know whether he will decide to perform until the night. Now I’ll tell your wife what to wear and there will be food so no need to eat early... we’ll start about nineish.’

When we were getting ready we talked about what might take place and we both agreed that we would let whatever happened, happen. As long as there was no real kinky stuff, no chains or beating or blindfolds... no pain... then we will let it happen. Anything vastly unusual and we would both walk. It was agreed.

W: He wasn’t touching me in the pool, well not in that way. We were playing at splashing so I was holding his arms so he couldn’t splash me.

By the way I didn’t know she was holding your thingy. It’s a bit much you complained I never told you about him when you didn’t tell me about her.... touching your thingy.

H: The people don’t want to hear about this they want to know what happened at the party. For our audience, she has nodded in a sulky way.

Well we got there at nine and people started arriving. Not that many in the end, about a dozen, mainly men. A couple of extra women, both rather attractive. None of the women were particularly provocatively dressed. All respectable but because it was summer and warm, a good deal of flesh on display and loose fitting floaty skirts. Flat sandals rather than heels also because of the weather.

W: Can I just say before you go into detail that I don’t want anyone thinking I am cheap, or easy, or a tart or nothing like that.

H: anything like that.

W: what?

H: it’s anything like that, not nothing like that.

W: Whatever. I am just saying I did what I did that week because it seemed right. When he first touched me, you know in the back of the car, well I was gonna stop him, but it felt quite nice, actually it felt very nice. To be touched as a woman, just for being a woman, and not being treated as the maid that does the cleaning or cooking and all the drudge. I’m not saying you take me for granted, you don’t far from it, I know how much you love me and want me, but this was different. It was the only thing he wanted, just the woman bit, just the sex bit and I liked being desired and wanted just for that.

And I also had a flash of guilt about all the bad the things in the world. All the bombs and terrorists and the people they hurt just because they get in the way... it’s not right. I thought of all the poor people and lives that the bad filth have destroyed and somehow I knew that the ones that were hurt, I knew they would give anything to turn back the clock to be normal and have the chance to live a normal life and I am sure that if they were given the chance knowing then what they know now would say to me seize the moment, live for the moment, and if something comes along and opens a new opportunity, something unusual and exciting, go for it. And I sort of felt.... in a really strange way.... I should do this for them too.... honestly. I know it don’t make it better for them, but I know they would all say, good on you, go for it girl, live life to the full, ENJOY!

H: are you serious? You did what you did because of the bad things in the world?

W: well yeah, that and it felt bloody marvellous too!

H: We all chatted at the party for a while and to tell the truth it was all a bit stilted and boring small talk of the worst kind.... but our host started to move in on my lady and had his arm round her
He introduced her to a couple of his male friends. Much laughing and hilarity emanated form their group. His wife introduced me to one of the other ‘lady’s.’ she had agreed that she would ‘distract’ me when I needed, if I needed distraction. She linked arms with me as if we were going for a stroll in the park and I was her prized possession.

There were a couple of mingle groups but mostly they all seemed to be keeping an eye on the host. They had all been to these things before.
I could see his arm round my wife was becoming animated and he was stroking and touching her in a familiar manner. And she slipped her arm round him. She was in effect demonstrating her submission to him. His arm went round her shoulder and without any prevarication he held her breast, in public, in front of them men they were talking to. The room could see this and went a little quiet.
She stood proudly next to him, pushing out her chest a little to make it more obvious that she was accepting his attention. We could all hear him tell his friend s that her boobs were quite the most splendid he had held for years and invited one of them men to see for himself. The room went almost silent to watch. Our host released his hold of her totally and pushed her a little forward; The man reached out quickly and squeezed both breasts. Our host tutted and said that wasn’t what he had in mind at all and slipped round behind my wife, flipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pushed the top down revealing her resplendent breasts, nipples already erect, no bra in summer you see. There was a collective gasp in the room as she was revealed and lots of complimentary comments about the shape and size of these delights. Even the women were finding good things to say.
And the man now reached forward and helped himself to her beautiful melons. I have to confess I was rather excited at the site of my wife’s breasts being m*****ed thus by a total stranger. The woman who was to be my ‘companion’ for the evening must have sensed I was excited and unlinked her arm, ran her hand down my back and stroked my behind. She brought her mouth near to my ear and whispered how it was such an intoxicating site to see one’s partner being taken by somebody else, and her tongue darted in my ear. I was really stiff. She suggested we keep watching but move a little closer.
My wife had a loose fitting dress, the act of pushing it down meant that it started to slide down a bit further and with a slight tug from the host...... it was on the floor. Only a brief thong undergarment and I mean brief, kept her modesty intact. The host managed to pull the dress from free from her feet.
Strange hands on her boobs replaced by the man’s mouth, licking and sucking to the sound of cheers from the other guests who had become a semi circular audience, encouraging him to be more daring. Only the host instructed the man to take his time, my wife was fine wine he said and to be savoured.
W: He was wonderful like that. He always said the right things and his timing was immaculate.
H: And the woman I was with manoeuvred us to a good vantage point but slightly apart from everyone else. The host invited a second man to come forward and take over the breasts attention, the first suitor was encouraged to go behind my wife and stroke her back side. The thing afforded no protection and his hands devoured her cheeks and he slipped his fingers easily through the valley where the thong strap was living. The host nodded that he should go on. His hand ventured right between her legs and through the thong fabric he was clearly interfering with her most private jewel. She gasped, loudly and the party cheered louder.
The other female suggested he ‘massage the slut’s clit’ and he did. She swooned and again the party cheered. A mouth on one breast, a thumb and forefinger on the other and a hand between her legs with a finger on her sensitive love button,....
W: It was unbelievable. I can’t remember ever feeling like that. I went weak, I could hardly stand, and I thought I was going to collapse. The pleasure was overwhelming. I think the host must have known and he told the men to lie me on the sofa, the long luxurious soft sofa. The two men led me there and as they lay me back I felt a tug at the thong and it was removed, I was naked and available to anyone. Frankly I would have let a smelly one eyed tramp have his way with me at that moment, I was so hot and turned on, I just wanted satisfaction.
H: on her back and two complete strangers were about devour my lovely wife, the mother of my c***dren. One of them had kicked off his trousers and it was clear he had intent on using her sweet and lovely mouth. The other kneeled by her legs and starting near her feet ran his hands upwards. He wasn’t happy with her he called her dirty names and in particular an F’ing bitch.... he wanted her to surrender completely.... he slapped her leg and then impatiently took one and hooked it over the back of the sofa and the other he pulled toward him so that it was hanging over the edge, her foot nearly on the floor.
That is what he was after, she was wide open for him to investigate.... he called her a cheap f’ing whore. The audience cheered and cat called and agreed. The guests were calling her dirty names, bitch whore, slut all the usual stuff anf the one I recall the most that rang out more than once was , ‘easy.’ Not a rude word as such but such an insult.... and on that night it was true enough, you were certainly, ‘easy.’
W: I was so hot, so ready for action. Yes, i suppose I was easy, because i took all of them, in one night, and had never met a single one of them before. It must have been true, but just that evening.
H: Her mouth was forced open by a reasonable sized stiff penis, he shoved it in unceremoniously. At the other end the man re positioned himself and used both hands to play with the creases at the top of her legs before moving onto massage the whole sexual area and pull her love lips as upwards as they would extend. Once they were extended like that he then started pulling them wide apart. And we could clearly hear and see that she was wet and excited. Her hole was visible.
The man in her mouth was cradling her head and pumping himself in and out, she in turn was holding onto him and seemed to me was trying to impale herself more. At the business end of her body the man had two fingers in her hole and was amused to find her hips arching and body pushing against his inserted digits. She was going crazy with lust.
W: I was. I had never ever been quite so turned on. The idea of being a lump of flesh, a plaything, was as alien to everyday life as it was possible to be.... it was an aphrodisiac. A couple of days before I was washing school clothes, that evening being treated as a slut, in front of an appreciative crowd.
H: I hadn’t noticed till then but a third man had dropped his trousers, now he really was well endowed. Not like the obscene monstrosities you see in the dirty films but a proper realistic big appendage. Much longer than mine and, more impressively yet, a far bigger circumference, she was gonna squeal mighty loud when he split her apart.
W: I never saw it until he withdrew after wards, I just felt it. It was unreal.
H: The man in the mouth kept going till the last moment but the man using his fingers removed himself in favour of the ‘big man.’ The big Guy climbed onto the sofa and got between her legs, he rubbed the tip up and down her wet excited lips to make sure it was ready and he started to insert his monster.
The guy in her mouth now withdrew; we all, including him, wanted to see this. We all wanted to see her surrender her, sorry my darling for the obscenity, surrender her wet cunt, to the biggest live dick I have ever seen.
The woman looking after me whispered and asked me if I was going to be OK with this, I nodded. There was nothing in the world I wanted to see more at that very moment than my wife impaled by that giant thing, I wanted to see her gasp and moan under its sheer girth, I wanted to hear her cry out as it rammed into her sweet and tight young love tunnel. I knew she had never had anything of that magnitude before and I had never seen her have sex with another man before and I was stiff as a bean pole and wanted the woman next to me to afford me relief whilst I watched. I took her hand and guided it, she knew what to do and quickly unbuckled my belt and trousers and whooped out my stiff friend and she started to massage me. She was an expert and I was afraid she might make me come quickly, and I begged her to go slow and she did.
W: I didn’t know you were being wanked off by a woman whilst watching me.
H: You know I was being ‘looked after’ and had sex with other ladies during the week .
W: Yeah but being wanked off while watching me? I thought I was giving you all the stimulation you needed.
H: Yes well it doesn’t work like that. Anyway you was clearly on fire and clutching and moaning and screaming with delight and begging him to be harder and faster. She was an uncaged a****l running wild for the first time. Her nails were raking his poor back, she even drew blood. I could see her kissing his face, ears mouth. And he hooked her legs and folded her over so he absolutely total access to ram her as hard as he possibly could, he had one foot on the floor and one knee on the sofa, his power was immense. She clearly came more than once and the crowd cheered.
W: He was big, you know. It was a very strange and intense feeling. He was longer than anyone I had ever had. When he pushed in, it seemed like I could feel it filling up my whole body, I could feel all my organs being re-arranged just to accommodate the thing, I swear I could feel him in the back of my throat. And the width of it! He was stretching my hole like it had never been stretched before (except for the k**s of course but that was different). And whilst I felt he was ripping me apart, I wanted more and I remember trying to push my hips up to help him drive deeper and harder... I was spasming all the time. I didn’t orgasm in the usual way I do building up slowly and then exploding at the last knocking. No this was a continuous burst of electricity firing off thunderbolts of pleasure throughout my body the whole time. Lights were flashing, sirens wailing, I just wanted it to go on forever.
H: Wow, you never put it like that before.
He was obviously a master of his art and was not about to finish too quickly. He varied his speed and even slowed to almost standstill more than once. Suddenly he did stop, withdrew totally, dragged her off the sofa and turned her round, bent her over and drove into her from behind. Her hair was covering her face, we couldn’t see her expression any more but we could hear her moans of pleasure and the profanities she uttered. And when he stopped for a moment she kept riding. He stood still and she kept impaling her sweet wet hole on his monster cock.
Finally he clearly could not take it anymore, he grabbed her hips and drove into her repeatedly with a ferocity that made what went before seem gentle. His last three or four pushes were immense her head was crashing against the back of the sofa her arms had long since given way and he was violating her as if she was a rag doll.
He exploded into her with a roar of triumph, his juice squirted deep inside her. He withdrew to much cheering. And the host brought him a glass of cold water. My wife collapsed on the sofa and was left to catch her breath. The host announced there would be a brief intermission while she recovered a bit and then he would announce when free to use and abuse her further in their own time.
One after another the men took delight in having their way with her. On her back, from behind, on her side, they made her straddle them and ride them and she totally submitted to all their demands. She wanked and sucked them, but they all came inside her love hole. She was full of man juice, dripping and leaking it. The host would not permit her to wipe it up, the jizz would just have to leak out naturally or stay in her. The host’s wife took a turn with her kissing and fingering her and making my wife reciprocate. Watching my wife make our hostess come was a real unexpected treat. She seemed so at ease fingering the woman and playing with the hostess’s clit that I was certain she hadn’t had other women before. She assures me that was the first time.
There was another woman in the room but she was less interested in my wife and was trying to re-ignite the man with the big appendage. And to a certain degree she was successful but clearly he did not have quite the energy to be quite so dynamic.
The woman that was taking care of me wanted to know how I would like to proceed and I said I should like to retire to the bedroom so we could be alone. And in the master suite, where the host and hostess slept every night we undressed and made love in a very delicate and sensual way. Lots of kissing and cuddling; we could have been first time lovers.
Only the host was not ‘intimate’ with my wife as the evening ended, well him and me. I asked our hostess how he stayed so composed. She told me sometimes he joins in and sometimes he doesn’t. She said he would certainly ‘have her’ before we left for home.
The next day we got up late. They were already up and the day passed with British civility as did the next. Like the first full morning it was like there had not been any goings on at all.
It was the morning following when my wife was having a dip in the pool and he jumped in after her that action re-started. He flirted with her, they giggled and the next thing I saw was her bikini bottoms being chucked out the pool, then his shorts. His wife said I should go closer and look. They were touching each other very intimately and laughing a lot. She took off her top, they were both as naked as the lord intended. They came out the pool together holding hands and giggling; she went straight to a sun lounger in the shade, lay back and opened her legs wide feet in the air. She held out her arms for him. A picture of wanton abandonment.
His excitement was plain to see, very erect indeed. He was shouting at her for being a naughty little trollop (what a delightfully old fashioned expression that was) and he climbed on top of her and slid straight in. He banged away for a while and she moaned and gasped as required and he poured his love juice inside her, then he withdrew but put his softening manhood in her mouth ‘for cleaning’ and she sucked it with requisite good humour and grace. And when he was finished he said he was sorry not to big like the first man the other night and she said she preferred his normal sized dick to the overly large one because actually whilst it was a nice one off experience, as he went on it began to hurt a bit and left her sore.
And because she had had it off with him. The rich man’s wife demanded I treated her in a similar manner. And she slipped out of her costume and demanded I lick her between the legs to get her wet, then I thought I would take advantage and got her to suck me off much to the delight of her voyeur husband and then I bent her over and took her from behind. Her husband was delighted that I had the hang of what was required and he and my wife passed commentary on my performance. I tried so hard not to come too quickly and I tried to find the right spots to excite her, so that when she too started gasping and moaning my wife and her husband really let rip with the cat calls of slut, bitch, cheap whore just like the audience had done for my wife a couple of nights earlier. Real trash talk aimed at such a classy woman.
I did come far too quickly but decided if my wife cleaned him, this slut could suck me clean me in the same manner, and she accommodated beautifully and so well I got hard again and everyone cheered and I took her again on her back and I took rather longer the second time. She licked me clean again, much to her husband’s great pleasure but this time i did not manage to get hard. I was far to exhausted.
W: You were a right dirty bastard and show off doing it twice.
H: Yes. Actually in some ways even though we had swapped partners, it was all rather British, civilised and innocent. Anyway that’s what i think
Well the week was nearly over and the four of us had a few more encounters but the rich man’s wife had made a promise to the driver and nearing the end or our holiday she asked if she could borrow my lady, just for an hour or so. When she returned she was flushed. I asked her what had occurred. She said she had been with the driver, in the back of the car. He had bent her over the back parcel shelf her face up against the back window, not comfortable really. He had pushed her skirt up over her waist and ripped her panties off, completely torn, barely any foreplay except a quick fingering to start the lubrication process. She said he took her savagely from behind. She said her face hurt from banging against the glass, her knees hurt from the fabric of the car seat and her arms ached from being in an unnatural position.
W: It’s true the woman said I had to let him, and you’ll pardon my French I hope, I had to let him fuck me because she had promised him my cunt for a present...her words not mine. Well after all that we had done and they had done for us in the week it seemed the right thing to do, return a favour so to speak. But with him it was horrible. He was brutal, everything hurt, no love, no sensuality, just horrible. And do you know the worst thing; even though it was horrible I came so hard I squirted all over the place. I have never experienced an orgasm so enormous and all consuming or so wonderful. I cannot explain how it was like that.
When he finished he slapped my arse, over and over. As his come ran out of me, dribbling horribly down my leg he told me to stay still and he just continued slapping me over and over on the arse... and I am so ashamed to say I came again. Unbelievably I came again from being spanked like that. I heard him sniff he had clearly lots of mucus in his mouth... I was sure he was about to spit it all over me when I heard the lady scream at him to behave himself. She had promised him a turn between my legs and a little light spanking and he had had his fun but no more for now with me and certainly no disgusting spitting. I saw him turn away and spit it out on the flower bed.
H: So now we are home and life has been normal again for months.
W: We never heard from them until last week. They want us to join them for a long weekend in France. So the reason we have told you all this is, should we go? What do you think?
H: I am not sure it is such a good idea, but we did have a great time, so your help will be much appreciated.
W: I quite like the idea but have the feeling it may not be quite so good a second time. Hubby is right, your help in making up our minds will be a great help. See you.