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'You want me to do what?'
These were the words that greeted my wife Helen as she arrived back in the bedroom on what had started out as a normal Saturday morning. She had gone down to make the coffee; no it's not something that's a 'wifey' job. I'm always up before her in the week so I make the coffee and bring it up for her. At the weekends I get a bit of an extra lie in and she makes it.
This morning however, just before hopping out of bed she had dropped the bombshell that she wanted me to 'model' at some sexy lingerie, girly night she would be attending that night.
For the few minutes it took for the coffee to brew my mind had been working overtime wondering if she was expecting me to dress up in a basque or something equally feminine.
'No, don't be daft,' she giggled when I quizzed her over the issue, 'The company does 'man' stuff too. Alison has a lady model as well as Alan her usual guy. Unfortunately, he tripped over at work yesterday and thinks he's broken his ankle. It wouldn't look quite as sexy if he makes an appearance on crutches would it?
Come on, you know you have a sexy body.' She cooed in her most seductive voice as she cuddled up to me. 'It'll be fun. Normally I'd get a bit jealous if a hoard of half drunk women were lusting after your half naked body but I'll be one of them.'
Secretly It did sound like a bit of fun but I didn't want to sound too keen. 'When you say, "half naked," what would that mean exactly and will her lady model be dressed in a similar fashion?' I tried to ask nonchalantly. She looked at me in her knowing way and replied, 'The last time I went to one of these dos the lady wore all the usual underwear, you know, bra and thong with garter belt, stockings and heels and the guy paraded about in various pants and tight tops. Tell you what. Do this for Ali and I'll do all those naughty things you like me to do when we get home.'
Faced with a promise like that and the chance to flirt with some sexy women I, 'reluctantly' agreed.
Unfortunately the preparation was a little more involved that I had imagined. Both models would be masked, (to protect our identity. This is a small town after all) and to assist with this I had agreed to undergo a fake tanning session. Apparently a tanned muscled ass has more sex appeal than a pasty pale muscled ass. Not that I'm pasty and pale you understand but it's likely that some of the outfits might highlight my tan lines I was told. OK, I won't bore you with my tanning experience but I may come back to it later.
Just before 7 pm Helen and I arrived at a large house on the outskirts of town. The main guests weren't due to start arriving until 7.30 but just in case someone had arrived early we wouldn't want to be seen together (and blow my cover) so I went around the back as directed and she went to the front door. I was met at the door by Alison, Ali who I'd met at the tanning session earlier and the other model, Jeanette. Man was she hot! She was about 5'7" and I'd guess her dimensions were somewhere in the region of 36, 24, 36 with a beautiful dark complexion, (no fake tanning needed there) and long dark hair. Greeting me with the obligatory kiss on both cheeks I was engulfed in a perfume that made me giddy and instantly horny. Even in a tee shirt and jeans I could tell she was a wonderful mover.
Sneaking us up the back stairs, Ali guided Jeanette and I into a spare bedroom. Jeanette's first costume was to be a tight and very short nurses outfit with stocking and high heels and mine something resembling a cops uniform but comprising of Lycra shorts, skin tight t.shirt with a badge over the right breast and flat cops cap. For some bizarre reason I had to wear work boots. Apparently women find the mix sexy???
We could hear the party hotting up down stairs and by the sound of women in high spirits, it would appear that alcohol was flowing freely.
As 8 pm and with our first appearance approaching I have to admit I started to feel a little anxious despite the two whisky and cokes I'd thrown down my neck. With minutes to go Alison looked at me earnestly and said, 'Ah, I don't quite know how to say this but, er, you don't seem to be filling those shorts particularly well.' I looked down and I can only blame stage nerves but I was looking somewhat flaccid in the lunchbox department. 'Not to worry, ' Jeanette grinned, 'I think I can help.' Crouching down in front of me she reached her left hand out towards my crotch. I thought she was maybe going to do a spot of massage over my shorts to encourage some life into the old boy. However in a flash she had pulled the front of my tight shorts down and with a most deft movement had flipped my floppy excuse of a manhood out and sucked it into her mouth.
At that time my wife and I had been married about 6 years and during that time I had been totally true to her. I can honestly say that not another woman had seen my todger, other than the nurse who had helped me strip when I'd come a cropper on the rugby field of course, let alone handled it. Now within in a few seconds one woman, Ali had had a front seat view of my growing joystick disappearing down the throat of a second woman; Jeanette. OK, so you are probably saying, 'if you're that true to your wife, why didn't you stop Jeanette?' Well I think I can come up with an explanation to show that I couldn't.
Now it is said that we make all conscious and many subconscious decisions with our brain. A second organ tends to help with emotional and other guffy stuff; that being the heart. But as I stood there in that room I can assure you that a third organ of a man's body far out ranks the other two. Whatever my two primary decision making organs were saying the southern most one was taking no notice whatsoever saying that being encouraged to grow big and bold by a sexy woman's hot mouth was the most important thing in my world at that moment. If you think about it in physiological terms it all actually makes sense.
We all know that despite nick-naming the experience as, 'getting a boner' there is no hard structure involved in getting an erection. The swelling is caused by the injection of blood. Now here's my logic. You don't actually produce extra blood to pump into your fun handle so it's got to take it from elsewhere within the body. Likewise we all know that without oxygen the brain can't function properly. How does the oxygen get to the brain? In the blood of course. Therefore with copious amounts blood going South that's got to reduce the amount available to go North. Less blood means less oxygen. Less oxygen means the brain doesn't work properly. Ergo, allowing other parts of the body make the decisions which seem more fun for them. In fact I wasn't even consciously responsible when I placed a hand on the back of Jeanette's head to enable my cock to slip further down her throat.
There are only two things which would have allowed my selfish organ to let me move from that spot. One would have been ejaculation deep into Jeanette's mouth. The second, and what actually happened, was that as soon as she had encouraged the appropriate amount of boldness into my previously limp appendage Jeanette just as expertly flipped me back into my shorts and taking me by the hand, led me down into the lionesses den.
A huge whoop and jeers of, 'Sexy, sexy' went up as Jeanette and I entered the large living room. With music blaring we strut our stuff around the room among about a dozen women. I'd though that Helen had overdressed with her short, tight dress and 6" black heels but all of the women appeared to have dressed in their sexiest outfits. My wife was clapping and jeering along with the best and when one of the other bolder, (or possibly drunker) women made a grab for my ass Helen nigh on choked on her drink with laughter.
After a couple of tours around the room so everyone could see the merchandise, (I was beginning to think that was me) Ali and I waltzed out and back up stairs.
For the rest of the evening it was a circuit of change, (usually into something skimpier than the last outfit) and back downstairs to showcase our stuff and show the ladies what they or the love of their life would look like if they just bought the various products. Taking my lead again from Jeanette, and my wife's total disdain of my attempts at being a hunk, I too was becoming bolder and thrusting my crotch provocatively towards the screaming women.
When one hot lady of about 30 years old in a very short red dress stood up, turned and push her pert bottom out at me it just seemed natural that I fake sex with her by grabbing her hips and pretending to thrust into her from behind and grinding my groin against her ass. The more the other women shouted encouragement, the more she played along by gyrating around and pretending to get huge pleasure from the experience by throwing her head around and screaming, 'yes, yes, deeper, deeper.' After a few seconds of this she reached back and pulled her dress up around her hips giving me a view of her her lovely pantyless ass framed by her black stocking tops and garter belt. If I was lacking in hardness before this was a condition I no longer suffered from. It wasn't until the sexy creature reached back with her right hand and tried to grab my cock to pull pull it out of the all too small pants that I came to the conclusion that if I didn't cool things down I wouldn't have to pretend to screw her.
Jeanette too was obviously upping the sexiness and she sidled over to me and with her hands on my hips started to rub her groin into mine. When she arched her back but still kept contact with our crotches, one of the women who I'd noticed trying to grab Jeanette earlier in the night in preference to me, deftly undid the string which held the two tiny triangles of material barely covering her nipples. With her now topless, before she could come back upright I instinctively dipped my head and took one of her erect nipples into my mouth. When after a few seconds of sucking and nibbling one nipple she hadn't pulled away, I switched to the other. Even if she had objected verbally I wouldn't have heard it because of the noise being generated by the hoard of horny women giving us various advice on how best to fuck.
Eventually we found ourselves back upstairs having escaped before anything more explicit had happened and got ready for our last appearance. Jeanette was to wear a red thong and a very short and transparent negligee and no I haven't forgotten to mention bra. There was one which went with the set but as everyone had seen her breasts she decided not to bother with it. My outfit, if one can call it that, was simply a black leather sheath which housed my still almost fully erect penis and scrotum. This was held in place by little more that a leather thong which tied around the back. (It was only now that I realized why I had been advised to shave my groin before the tanning session.
This time when we went down I noted that Jeanette seductively made her way to the woman who partially undressed her on our previous outing. On arrival she started what can only be described as a lap dance for her. To try and stay on safe ground I made my way in a similar fashion to Helen and with my hands behind my head wiggled my leather clad joystick virtually in her face. Before I knew what had happened she had grabbed my package, or at least the packaging and pushed me backwards. Now what happened definitely required some forward planning because as Helen was grabbing me, one of her friends behind me pulled a similar trick on me as had the lady with Jeanette earlier. I had no time to respond to a sudden loosening of the thong because as I was pushed away by Helen she still held my pouch in her hand leaving me naked, (with exception of my boots of course) but with a fair size erection.
OK Missy. If you wanna play dirty.......
Now totally free of all constraint I moved from lady to lady wiggling Sir Thomas at each in time with the beat of the music. I noticed that Jeanette too had lost her outer covering and was having her breasts fondled and sucked by her lady friend but with interest from two others. With every inch of my body being fondled, slapped, groped and in a couple of cases licked, sucked and kissed there was absolutely no danger of me displaying the limpness from earlier. This of course was encouraged by Ali who, by some strange quirk, had a can of whipped cream handy. This was squirted on various parts of both my and Jeanette's body to be licked off by willing volunteers. Of course it was only a matter of time before some ended up on my cock. Befitting her standing, Helen was the first to take up the challenge. With a line of cream sprayed up the length of my love rod she started at my balls and slowly ran her tongue up towards the tip of my cock. With the complete shaft now devoid of cream she just as slowly made it all disappear into her mouth.
Allowing me to savor the wonderful feeling of her familiar hot mouth she just as slowly pulled back. Smiling sweetly at me she allowed me to be passed onto the woman next to her who greedily got her ration of cream delivered in the same way. After the third mouth I had been in in quick succession I could feel the tension building. There is nothing I'd liked to have done more than to squirt my sperm into one of these gorgeous sexy woman's mouth but I had to restrain myself. After dancing my way across the room I'd got my second wind and the whole process started again.
I now noted that many of the women didn't seem to have quite as many clothes on as they had started with. While some had lowered the tops of their dresses exposing and offering their bare breasts to me, one or two had taken their dresses off completely and grabbed for me wearing nothing but bra and panties and on one occasion, just a tiny thong.
Jeanette by now was completely naked laying on the floor with her original admirer's head between her open legs and her two new friends both with a nipple each in their mouth.
I on the other hand had so much of my body licked and kissed that I felt sparkly clean. My cock had been in many places of several of the women's bodies but mainly between breasts and in mouths. I hadn't yet thrown all caution to the wind and entered anyone's pussy but as I pulled out of one gorgeous mouth which belonged to a blonde who was laying flat on a settee a brunette, now also naked, plonked herself on top of the blonde in the 69 position. This being a first for me, I just stayed and watched for a few seconds before I realized that the blonde had reached up and guided my throbbing tool and guided it into the beautiful shaved pussy of her friend. After a few thrusts I again felt the pressure starting to rise so pulled out and moved on.
As I looked up for my next conquest my eyes met Helen's. She like the other women was devoid of her dress and with the want I saw in her eyes I knew that she was the only one I wanted to have sex with now. I walked across the room ignoring the gropes and slaps from the other women. The music was still too loud to talk so as I approached she simply removed her thong and turned to kneel on the armchair. I know she isn't that keen on having sex in the doggy position but this was one of the positions which would have been on offer as 'one of those naughty things I like to do.' I had been promised if I did the modeling for Ali.
I have never had sex in the presence of an audience before, well not until tonight of course, but knowing this was all consensual and being encouraged by all the other women made it all the more erotic. My cock felt harder than it had ever been and when I filled Helen's pussy I felt rather than heard the low moan emanate from somewhere deep inside her as if this was something special. As I slowly moved in and out of her I felt a hand start to caress my balls. It felt good but this was between Helen and I. Not wanting to spoil the thrill for the other woman, (or all the others cheering her on) I simply ignored her and concentrated on my wife. As my speed increased and my vigor grew, so did the cheering. I was banging harder and faster, pulling her back towards me almost being brutal in my need. The sound of our bodies crashing together could be heard above the music now as could her moans and cried of, 'Yes, yes ...... I love it. Bang me harder. Faster. Yes. Yes, yes. Do it. Come in me now. Do it.'
I don't know about you but I couldn't resist this for long and neither could Helen and we both shuddered with fantastic orgasms virtuously simultaneously.
As I pulled out I felt completely spent so much so that I didn't resist when One of the women, I have no idea which, was on her knees taking my still erect cock in her mouth sucking the last remains of cum from my still twitching rod. Realizing I was starting to soften, she soon relinquished her possession of me and made a show of swallowing as if she had taken my load.
Smiling through my still in place mask and waving, I virtually ran back through the room and up the stairs. On arrival, Jeanette was somewhat distracted on the bed with two of her friends from downstairs, all totally naked and so engaged with each other, either didn't realize I had entered or chose not to.
I dressed into my normal clothes quickly and headed back down the stairs we had come up earlier in the evening. When I got to the car, Helen was already there. She just smiled at me and said, 'Let's go home lover.'
Isn't it amazing how quickly one can recover ones vigor when naughty things are on offer?
These were the words that greeted my wife Helen as she arrived back in the bedroom on what had started out as a normal Saturday morning. She had gone down to make the coffee; no it's not something that's a 'wifey' job. I'm always up before her in the week so I make the coffee and bring it up for her. At the weekends I get a bit of an extra lie in and she makes it.
This morning however, just before hopping out of bed she had dropped the bombshell that she wanted me to 'model' at some sexy lingerie, girly night she would be attending that night.
For the few minutes it took for the coffee to brew my mind had been working overtime wondering if she was expecting me to dress up in a basque or something equally feminine.
'No, don't be daft,' she giggled when I quizzed her over the issue, 'The company does 'man' stuff too. Alison has a lady model as well as Alan her usual guy. Unfortunately, he tripped over at work yesterday and thinks he's broken his ankle. It wouldn't look quite as sexy if he makes an appearance on crutches would it?
Come on, you know you have a sexy body.' She cooed in her most seductive voice as she cuddled up to me. 'It'll be fun. Normally I'd get a bit jealous if a hoard of half drunk women were lusting after your half naked body but I'll be one of them.'
Secretly It did sound like a bit of fun but I didn't want to sound too keen. 'When you say, "half naked," what would that mean exactly and will her lady model be dressed in a similar fashion?' I tried to ask nonchalantly. She looked at me in her knowing way and replied, 'The last time I went to one of these dos the lady wore all the usual underwear, you know, bra and thong with garter belt, stockings and heels and the guy paraded about in various pants and tight tops. Tell you what. Do this for Ali and I'll do all those naughty things you like me to do when we get home.'
Faced with a promise like that and the chance to flirt with some sexy women I, 'reluctantly' agreed.
Unfortunately the preparation was a little more involved that I had imagined. Both models would be masked, (to protect our identity. This is a small town after all) and to assist with this I had agreed to undergo a fake tanning session. Apparently a tanned muscled ass has more sex appeal than a pasty pale muscled ass. Not that I'm pasty and pale you understand but it's likely that some of the outfits might highlight my tan lines I was told. OK, I won't bore you with my tanning experience but I may come back to it later.
Just before 7 pm Helen and I arrived at a large house on the outskirts of town. The main guests weren't due to start arriving until 7.30 but just in case someone had arrived early we wouldn't want to be seen together (and blow my cover) so I went around the back as directed and she went to the front door. I was met at the door by Alison, Ali who I'd met at the tanning session earlier and the other model, Jeanette. Man was she hot! She was about 5'7" and I'd guess her dimensions were somewhere in the region of 36, 24, 36 with a beautiful dark complexion, (no fake tanning needed there) and long dark hair. Greeting me with the obligatory kiss on both cheeks I was engulfed in a perfume that made me giddy and instantly horny. Even in a tee shirt and jeans I could tell she was a wonderful mover.
Sneaking us up the back stairs, Ali guided Jeanette and I into a spare bedroom. Jeanette's first costume was to be a tight and very short nurses outfit with stocking and high heels and mine something resembling a cops uniform but comprising of Lycra shorts, skin tight t.shirt with a badge over the right breast and flat cops cap. For some bizarre reason I had to wear work boots. Apparently women find the mix sexy???
We could hear the party hotting up down stairs and by the sound of women in high spirits, it would appear that alcohol was flowing freely.
As 8 pm and with our first appearance approaching I have to admit I started to feel a little anxious despite the two whisky and cokes I'd thrown down my neck. With minutes to go Alison looked at me earnestly and said, 'Ah, I don't quite know how to say this but, er, you don't seem to be filling those shorts particularly well.' I looked down and I can only blame stage nerves but I was looking somewhat flaccid in the lunchbox department. 'Not to worry, ' Jeanette grinned, 'I think I can help.' Crouching down in front of me she reached her left hand out towards my crotch. I thought she was maybe going to do a spot of massage over my shorts to encourage some life into the old boy. However in a flash she had pulled the front of my tight shorts down and with a most deft movement had flipped my floppy excuse of a manhood out and sucked it into her mouth.
At that time my wife and I had been married about 6 years and during that time I had been totally true to her. I can honestly say that not another woman had seen my todger, other than the nurse who had helped me strip when I'd come a cropper on the rugby field of course, let alone handled it. Now within in a few seconds one woman, Ali had had a front seat view of my growing joystick disappearing down the throat of a second woman; Jeanette. OK, so you are probably saying, 'if you're that true to your wife, why didn't you stop Jeanette?' Well I think I can come up with an explanation to show that I couldn't.
Now it is said that we make all conscious and many subconscious decisions with our brain. A second organ tends to help with emotional and other guffy stuff; that being the heart. But as I stood there in that room I can assure you that a third organ of a man's body far out ranks the other two. Whatever my two primary decision making organs were saying the southern most one was taking no notice whatsoever saying that being encouraged to grow big and bold by a sexy woman's hot mouth was the most important thing in my world at that moment. If you think about it in physiological terms it all actually makes sense.
We all know that despite nick-naming the experience as, 'getting a boner' there is no hard structure involved in getting an erection. The swelling is caused by the injection of blood. Now here's my logic. You don't actually produce extra blood to pump into your fun handle so it's got to take it from elsewhere within the body. Likewise we all know that without oxygen the brain can't function properly. How does the oxygen get to the brain? In the blood of course. Therefore with copious amounts blood going South that's got to reduce the amount available to go North. Less blood means less oxygen. Less oxygen means the brain doesn't work properly. Ergo, allowing other parts of the body make the decisions which seem more fun for them. In fact I wasn't even consciously responsible when I placed a hand on the back of Jeanette's head to enable my cock to slip further down her throat.
There are only two things which would have allowed my selfish organ to let me move from that spot. One would have been ejaculation deep into Jeanette's mouth. The second, and what actually happened, was that as soon as she had encouraged the appropriate amount of boldness into my previously limp appendage Jeanette just as expertly flipped me back into my shorts and taking me by the hand, led me down into the lionesses den.
A huge whoop and jeers of, 'Sexy, sexy' went up as Jeanette and I entered the large living room. With music blaring we strut our stuff around the room among about a dozen women. I'd though that Helen had overdressed with her short, tight dress and 6" black heels but all of the women appeared to have dressed in their sexiest outfits. My wife was clapping and jeering along with the best and when one of the other bolder, (or possibly drunker) women made a grab for my ass Helen nigh on choked on her drink with laughter.
After a couple of tours around the room so everyone could see the merchandise, (I was beginning to think that was me) Ali and I waltzed out and back up stairs.
For the rest of the evening it was a circuit of change, (usually into something skimpier than the last outfit) and back downstairs to showcase our stuff and show the ladies what they or the love of their life would look like if they just bought the various products. Taking my lead again from Jeanette, and my wife's total disdain of my attempts at being a hunk, I too was becoming bolder and thrusting my crotch provocatively towards the screaming women.
When one hot lady of about 30 years old in a very short red dress stood up, turned and push her pert bottom out at me it just seemed natural that I fake sex with her by grabbing her hips and pretending to thrust into her from behind and grinding my groin against her ass. The more the other women shouted encouragement, the more she played along by gyrating around and pretending to get huge pleasure from the experience by throwing her head around and screaming, 'yes, yes, deeper, deeper.' After a few seconds of this she reached back and pulled her dress up around her hips giving me a view of her her lovely pantyless ass framed by her black stocking tops and garter belt. If I was lacking in hardness before this was a condition I no longer suffered from. It wasn't until the sexy creature reached back with her right hand and tried to grab my cock to pull pull it out of the all too small pants that I came to the conclusion that if I didn't cool things down I wouldn't have to pretend to screw her.
Jeanette too was obviously upping the sexiness and she sidled over to me and with her hands on my hips started to rub her groin into mine. When she arched her back but still kept contact with our crotches, one of the women who I'd noticed trying to grab Jeanette earlier in the night in preference to me, deftly undid the string which held the two tiny triangles of material barely covering her nipples. With her now topless, before she could come back upright I instinctively dipped my head and took one of her erect nipples into my mouth. When after a few seconds of sucking and nibbling one nipple she hadn't pulled away, I switched to the other. Even if she had objected verbally I wouldn't have heard it because of the noise being generated by the hoard of horny women giving us various advice on how best to fuck.
Eventually we found ourselves back upstairs having escaped before anything more explicit had happened and got ready for our last appearance. Jeanette was to wear a red thong and a very short and transparent negligee and no I haven't forgotten to mention bra. There was one which went with the set but as everyone had seen her breasts she decided not to bother with it. My outfit, if one can call it that, was simply a black leather sheath which housed my still almost fully erect penis and scrotum. This was held in place by little more that a leather thong which tied around the back. (It was only now that I realized why I had been advised to shave my groin before the tanning session.
This time when we went down I noted that Jeanette seductively made her way to the woman who partially undressed her on our previous outing. On arrival she started what can only be described as a lap dance for her. To try and stay on safe ground I made my way in a similar fashion to Helen and with my hands behind my head wiggled my leather clad joystick virtually in her face. Before I knew what had happened she had grabbed my package, or at least the packaging and pushed me backwards. Now what happened definitely required some forward planning because as Helen was grabbing me, one of her friends behind me pulled a similar trick on me as had the lady with Jeanette earlier. I had no time to respond to a sudden loosening of the thong because as I was pushed away by Helen she still held my pouch in her hand leaving me naked, (with exception of my boots of course) but with a fair size erection.
OK Missy. If you wanna play dirty.......
Now totally free of all constraint I moved from lady to lady wiggling Sir Thomas at each in time with the beat of the music. I noticed that Jeanette too had lost her outer covering and was having her breasts fondled and sucked by her lady friend but with interest from two others. With every inch of my body being fondled, slapped, groped and in a couple of cases licked, sucked and kissed there was absolutely no danger of me displaying the limpness from earlier. This of course was encouraged by Ali who, by some strange quirk, had a can of whipped cream handy. This was squirted on various parts of both my and Jeanette's body to be licked off by willing volunteers. Of course it was only a matter of time before some ended up on my cock. Befitting her standing, Helen was the first to take up the challenge. With a line of cream sprayed up the length of my love rod she started at my balls and slowly ran her tongue up towards the tip of my cock. With the complete shaft now devoid of cream she just as slowly made it all disappear into her mouth.
Allowing me to savor the wonderful feeling of her familiar hot mouth she just as slowly pulled back. Smiling sweetly at me she allowed me to be passed onto the woman next to her who greedily got her ration of cream delivered in the same way. After the third mouth I had been in in quick succession I could feel the tension building. There is nothing I'd liked to have done more than to squirt my sperm into one of these gorgeous sexy woman's mouth but I had to restrain myself. After dancing my way across the room I'd got my second wind and the whole process started again.
I now noted that many of the women didn't seem to have quite as many clothes on as they had started with. While some had lowered the tops of their dresses exposing and offering their bare breasts to me, one or two had taken their dresses off completely and grabbed for me wearing nothing but bra and panties and on one occasion, just a tiny thong.
Jeanette by now was completely naked laying on the floor with her original admirer's head between her open legs and her two new friends both with a nipple each in their mouth.
I on the other hand had so much of my body licked and kissed that I felt sparkly clean. My cock had been in many places of several of the women's bodies but mainly between breasts and in mouths. I hadn't yet thrown all caution to the wind and entered anyone's pussy but as I pulled out of one gorgeous mouth which belonged to a blonde who was laying flat on a settee a brunette, now also naked, plonked herself on top of the blonde in the 69 position. This being a first for me, I just stayed and watched for a few seconds before I realized that the blonde had reached up and guided my throbbing tool and guided it into the beautiful shaved pussy of her friend. After a few thrusts I again felt the pressure starting to rise so pulled out and moved on.
As I looked up for my next conquest my eyes met Helen's. She like the other women was devoid of her dress and with the want I saw in her eyes I knew that she was the only one I wanted to have sex with now. I walked across the room ignoring the gropes and slaps from the other women. The music was still too loud to talk so as I approached she simply removed her thong and turned to kneel on the armchair. I know she isn't that keen on having sex in the doggy position but this was one of the positions which would have been on offer as 'one of those naughty things I like to do.' I had been promised if I did the modeling for Ali.
I have never had sex in the presence of an audience before, well not until tonight of course, but knowing this was all consensual and being encouraged by all the other women made it all the more erotic. My cock felt harder than it had ever been and when I filled Helen's pussy I felt rather than heard the low moan emanate from somewhere deep inside her as if this was something special. As I slowly moved in and out of her I felt a hand start to caress my balls. It felt good but this was between Helen and I. Not wanting to spoil the thrill for the other woman, (or all the others cheering her on) I simply ignored her and concentrated on my wife. As my speed increased and my vigor grew, so did the cheering. I was banging harder and faster, pulling her back towards me almost being brutal in my need. The sound of our bodies crashing together could be heard above the music now as could her moans and cried of, 'Yes, yes ...... I love it. Bang me harder. Faster. Yes. Yes, yes. Do it. Come in me now. Do it.'
I don't know about you but I couldn't resist this for long and neither could Helen and we both shuddered with fantastic orgasms virtuously simultaneously.
As I pulled out I felt completely spent so much so that I didn't resist when One of the women, I have no idea which, was on her knees taking my still erect cock in her mouth sucking the last remains of cum from my still twitching rod. Realizing I was starting to soften, she soon relinquished her possession of me and made a show of swallowing as if she had taken my load.
Smiling through my still in place mask and waving, I virtually ran back through the room and up the stairs. On arrival, Jeanette was somewhat distracted on the bed with two of her friends from downstairs, all totally naked and so engaged with each other, either didn't realize I had entered or chose not to.
I dressed into my normal clothes quickly and headed back down the stairs we had come up earlier in the evening. When I got to the car, Helen was already there. She just smiled at me and said, 'Let's go home lover.'
Isn't it amazing how quickly one can recover ones vigor when naughty things are on offer?
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