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It felt like a fairy tale. High school did. My boyfriend was the captain of the football team, I was a cheerleader and we both graduated with a solid GPA. The night of our senior prom, he proposed at the dance. Everyone cheered when I said, "Yes." The next night he led his football team to the Christian small school state championship title. That August, after months of planning, we were married. It was splendid, and we had sex for the first time.

After the wedding the bubble burst. In high school, we were royalty. Everyone wanted to hang with us, buy us meals and take us fun places. Our popularity didn't go very far in the real world. Bills don't care if you are popular, friendless, ugly, poor or beautiful. Our plan was to work for a year, save money, travel for six months and then get serious and apply to college.

We worked that year. Jack driving a combine, and helping out on a large corporate farm, while I worked at a daycare center. And we worked the next year, the following year and so on. Ten years later, I'd managed to accumulate close to 90 credits of online classes, but Jack hadn't taken any. He was still working on the same farm, but now an assistant foreman overseeing three other workers. I'd started my own daycare business out of our small two bedroom home.

The bills seemed to never stop, and our bank account was constantly in jeopardy of being deficient. Jack came home one evening and it was clear he'd had a few too many.

"Hey babe. I bought the crew a few rounds of beer. Diane, you are never going to believe what happened today?"

"Honey, things are really tight. Next time maybe you can take turns buying each of them beer. You only make fifty cents more an hour than they do."

"It's ok, babe. It's ok. I, I fucking won the lottery. We're rich?"

"What?" Inside I was steaming. Jack was very secretive about his lottery purchases. He knew I did not approve of them. A stupid tax is what I called them, but now, with an announced win, he had my attention. "Stop messing with me. You know we can't afford such silliness."

"No babe. Seriously. We won!"

Jack was correct. I looked up the numbers on the State's lottery internet website and the ticket was a winner. Twenty-five thousand dollars. That night we stayed up late discussing what to do with the money. I thought Jack should quit his job, enroll in college and take as many classes as possible in a shortened time to get a two-year degree. Jack wanted to go on a lengthy vacation.

We compromised. I signed Jack up for a calculus and a beginning engineering class that night, and he booked us a trip to Saint-Tropez. He was always coming up with ingenious ways to improve pieces of farm equipment, many adopted by his employer, and excelled at math in high school. So, even he was excited. I'd taken two years of French, and he knew I often fantasized about traveling there. We were both giddy and celebrated with a bottle of wine and sex afterwards.

Our sex life was as exciting as a dry Wonder bread baloney sandwich. Almost always missionary, late at night and quick. Once Jack was in, he didn't last long and before that was too excited to enjoy much foreplay. The last few years, after he finished, he'd roll over and fall asleep. I'd go to the restroom to clean up and once I'd hear him snoring pull out a small vibrator to pleasure myself. This was my dark secret as proper folk didn't do such things in this part of the country.

Two weeks later, we were off. I'd arranged a friend to help cover my daycare business and Jack used his week of paid vacation, plus took an extra week without pay. The trip was fun. Quickly, I realized my two years of French did little to prepare me for actual day-to-day conversations, but the people there were so nice. After corrupting their language, most of the locals smiled broadly, then admitted they spoke a little English. This wasn't true. Their English was almost perfect.

During the hectic two-weeks before our departure, I figured out our itinerary. It included plenty of beach time, but also day trips to Nice, Port-Grimaud, Ramateulle and an overnight trip to Massif de Maures with some lovely hikes. In between, we had days on the beach. Jack was shocked when on the second day, I did like the locals, and sunbathed topless.

I could tell he didn't exactly approve. Ironically, it was obvious he loved admiring the other sunbathers and often had to readjust his shorts. We didn't talk about any of this, but when we returned to our small hotel, he almost always hastily had at me. My one regret was that I'd left my special toy at home.

After one of our day trips, I changed our plans a touch. We traveled a little way outside the village to Pampelonne. A clothing optional beach. And once there, I promptly stripped down naked. Jack didn't say a word and kept his bathing suit on the whole time. After twenty minutes, I got up and went for a short swim to cool down. While walking back, two tourists from Spain asked me about the time and we chatted briefly. They definitely checked out my body, and I did the same. Until then, Jack's penis was the only adult one I'd ever seen. Theirs were uncircumcised and half hard. I'll admit it made me moist and I scolded myself for thinking about them sexually. I only talked for a few minutes as I didn't want Jack to get in a huff.

When I was almost back to where our towels were, I was stopped again. This time by a couple laying ten yards from our spot. They too asked for the time. I told them to hold on, ran over to our bags and was able to give them the exact time after looking at my phone. After the report, our conversation continued and a few minutes later, they asked if we'd mind if they moved next to us. It wasn't a problem.

She was black, with chocolate colored perfect skin, while he was white as could be with blonde hair. It turned out they were both from Finland. Her parents had immigrated there to teach mathematics at the "Uni." They'd asked where we were from in the States, as they didn't recognize our accents. It was funny. Previously, I'd have claimed we didn't have an accent. Their accents seemed strong to me, so we returned the question.

The conversation broke into two groups. Jack talking with the lady, while I talked with her partner. When I pulled my phone out, I'd also pulled out my shades which I hoped blocked my eyes as I couldn't stop staring at his penis. It wasn't that long but was wide and had a giant head. The shape caused me to think about how it would feel entering me and what it would be like to have sex with a foreigner. I kept trying to focus on other things but wasn't able to control my wandering mind. As a result, my nipples became hard and my slit grew slippery.

I'd never thought of cheating on Jack or sleeping with someone else until that moment. It was a rush, scary and off-putting. The guy's girlfriend had moved so she was directly in front of Jack. She was sitting sideways from him, on her bottom, with her long legs in front of her, knees bent and leaning back on her elbows. This displayed her full breasts. They were much larger than my petite proportions, plus she was taller and somehow had a waist smaller than mine. Jack repositioned to lay on his belly, while holding his head up, as he too rested on his elbows. I was sure it was because he was hard.

The male-half of the couple was named Ares, and his girlfriend's name was Olivia. Her conversation with Jack was cute. She was encouraging him to get a degree, the sooner the better. Surprisingly, she knew a fair deal about farm equipment as her uncle designed farm equipment for various European and African equipment manufacturers and she'd interned at one of the plants.

While they talked about different modifications and common problems, Ares and I discussed our vacations highs and lows. They were staying at a spot just two blocks from our place. He highly recommended a couple's massage at a spa near their hotel and that we take two or three days to visit Coté d'Azure. Ares advised they would be spending the last three days of their trip at the hotel La Brise Marine which was only about 20 miles away.

When I next looked over at Jack, he was still locked in a deep engineering conversation with Olivia but I also noticed she kept moving her knees open and closed. When she opened them, her bald dark vagina opened to reveal a lovely pink gash. I'd never kissed a girl or thought about it, but the beauty of her pinkness in contrast with her skin color made me want to touch her. I actually started to feel like I was dreaming, so I decided to sit down for a bit. Ares followed my lead and sat so he was facing me.

I sat with my legs together and curled under my bottom. Very lady like. However, I could now feel my own wetness transferring from my womanhood to my thighs. It had been a long spell since I'd been this wet. Ares sat beside me and we continued our conversation. At one point, two men kicking a soccer ball, struck the ball hard and it came careening over to us. Ares jumped up, and with a swift boot perfectly returned it to them. I watched the show of athleticism and noted his penis had swollen.

Before he returned, I check in on Olivia and Jack. "How are you two doing? Maybe we should arrange dinner together?" I suggested. When I first turned around, Olivia's knees were wide apart and as I asked the question she sat upright and pressed her legs together.

"That sounds like an excellent idea. There's a wonderful oyster bar two blocks from your hotel. Have you tried it?" Olivia inquired.

"No, but I'm game," Jack promptly spat out. It was clear he enjoyed our company.

"Sounds fun," I chimed in.

Two seconds later, Ares returned. "Hey. I've an idea. Why don't we all have dinner together?" The three of us giggled.

"It's all taken care of. We should get going in 5-10 minutes. Remember I have a work meeting. A long teleconference to go over some design changes, but I promise it will be less than two hours," Olivia stated sweetly.

"Seriously, you guys should try the couple's massage at the spa we mentioned. It's fun and not that expensive," Ares added. He sat back down, but this time behind me. I spun around to face him and stretched out in the same position as his girlfriend. Two people can play this game, I thought to myself.

While we talked about the different restaurants we'd dined at, I slowly parted my legs. Cautiously, I glanced over at Olivia and saw that her legs were parted too, such that her pink glory was on full display. A second time I felt the urge to touch her. Jack somehow was controlling himself, but I knew he must have a case of miserable blue balls.

"Mind if I move a little closer? Don't like getting sand in certain crevices," Ares asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can move down a little."

"No, you're fine. Stay put." Ares braced himself by putting his hand on one of my knees, rising up a little and scooting towards me. He was now situated so his left shoulder was partially on the top of my toes and his face was less than two feet from my secret spot. He half rolled to me which resulted in his left hand resting between my two legs. My legs blocked the view of Olivia and Jack, but from my position I could see Ares' cock and it was hard.

I decided it try and focus on something else yet couldn't bring myself to close my legs. "You guys seem fit. Do you do yoga, run or some other type of exercise?" What a weak question, made especially weak by my continued stares at his hard manhood.

"We do. And I love to swim. Especially, when its glistening in the sun," Ares answered as he raised up his sunglasses and his eyes blatantly focused on my sex. I thought I was going to have a heart attack as my stomach twisted and churned. I swear my hands were trembling. With me watching him, he slowly brought his hand closer and closer to my midsection. I simply watched and swallowed hard.

"What do you do for exercise?" When the last word was out, he touched me and easily pushed a finger inside me.

"Ohhh ... we, we do some league sports. And, ohhh, yeahhh. Probably need to do more." I couldn't believe it. He now had two fingers in me and was using his thumb to tease my little spot. Fuck. My brain was frozen. I should have stopped him, moved away or at least closed my legs. Instead, I did nothing except think about how it would feel being taken by a different man and tried not to make my desire obvious.

Ares shifted positions again, this time moving so he was laying on his side, beside me but with our heads opposing one another. He took my hand and gently guided it to his cock. It felt hard and hot. Very slowly, I started to stroke it. His fingers were pushing into me deeper and deeper, while his thumb seemed to just perfectly rub my clit. God, I couldn't believe myself. I was a proud straight married Christian woman who never even flirted with another man and right then all I could think about was how I wish he'd take me. My nipples burned and I had to breath through my mouth to hide my excitement.

I peeked over at Jack and Olivia. She still had her pink slit on display and Jack had moved so he was facing away from me. His head was now just above Olivia's ankles. The two were engaged in a loud debate about the advantages and problems with right angled planetary gearboxes. My god, how in the world did these two have the same interests. When Olivia saw me watching them, she glanced up nonchalantly and then raised her pubic area. I smiled back. She was having fun too.

Would the locals be offended if we simply had sex right on the beach in front of everyone, I wondered to myself. The tip of Ares' penis was coated with pre-cum. A third finger was worked into my private space and his hand started to rapidly slide back and forth. I responded by rolling my hips towards him and parting my legs wider. Anyone walking by would have an unobstructed view of Ares finger-fucking my vagina. He reached out with his other hand and twisted one of my extended nipples.

Almost instantly, I came. My hips thrust forward repeatedly as I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming out. As my orgasm subsided, Ares' fingers paused to give me a chance to recover. He knew I'd just cum. I moved closer to him and placed my top leg up on his hip. His cock was touching my lips. I felt possessed. With one hand, I took off my sunglasses then mouthed to Ares, "I want you inside." In case my message wasn't clear, I pumped my mound towards him.

The message was received. One hand was scooped around my rear as he slid one leg between my parted limbs. I placed my hand around his shaft and guided the tip of his penis to my entrance. His head was so large, I wasn't sure it would fit. Ares softly shoved his hips forward. Amazingly, my lips parted, allowing the head of his cock to enter me. My god, what the hell was I doing. I had to stop. I was acting like a bitch in heat on the farm. I needed him to fuck me. Another thrust and he was halfway inside me. What would Jack think of me when he saw another man's cum dripping from my slit. Another thrust and Ares' fat rod was buried inside me.

"Ares! Shit! I forgot we have to catch a ride back and I'm supposed to talk with one of the lead engineers before my conference call. We have to go!" Olivia snapped out. Almost instantly, Ares pulled out and lay tummy-side down, while I rolled onto my back and created some space between us.

"Calm down. We're fine. You can always call him on the ride back," Ares responded. "We rented a van. Do you guys need a lift?"

"That would be great," Jack answered.

The four of us stood up and gathered our towels and bags. Ares' erection was obvious, but Jack also had one—well, at least, there was a tent in his shorts. I casually walked up to him and stated, "Jack, we are in France. We are supposed to do like the locals." Quickly, I bent down, grabbed the waistline of his shorts and pulled them down to expose his hard-on.

"Beautiful!" Olivia laughed out. "Well done. Yes, you will learn to love nudity and no reason to hide such interesting material." Jack instantly turned beet red, but did kick his shorts off, so he too was nude.

"Stay that way, until we drop you off. It will be exhilarating," Olivia stated with her heavy accent. It was sexy and Jack's cock wasn't showing any signs of blood loss. We finished packing up, and Olivia took her hand and wrapped it around Jack's cock. "Come on, let's go." It was if she was leading him away by a leash, but the leash being his penis.

Ares and I walked behind them. He placed his arm around my waist, and a few steps later lowered it to fondle my rear.

"I can't wait to finish our fun."

"Me too," I replied. I took my hand and curled it around his manhood, just as Olivia had done with Jack. "When Jack and I married, I was a virgin. I've never had another man until what we did. He doesn't know. Please keep it quiet."

"Wow. You're blowing my mind. Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"This is crazy. I don't know whether to say sorry or knock you over and finish our business."

"I should be freaking out. My friends back home would all call me a sinner who's going to hell. Screw them. I want to finish too. And, well, maybe some more. Like keeping going all night sounds delightful." The voice I heard was mine, but I do not know where it came from.

"Olivia would probably like to enjoy some time with you also."

This comment made me go silent. I couldn't imagine being with a lady. But after the last hour, it was something I felt like I wanted to experience. My mind was lost. The bit of adult fun had me unable to think, except I wanted more.

We got to their van quickly and there was another surprise. The van was a late 70's VW pop-up camper. It was too perfect. "I've always dreamed of owning one of these. Great score."

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet."

"Is it hard to drive or smooth?" Jack turned around and asked Ares.

Before he could answer, Olivia cut in, "Do you think you could drive it while I gave you a blow job?" This was the first time Jack came face to face with the dilemma before us. Like a lost puppy, he looked back to me and noticed I was holding Ares' penis. I gave him a simple thumbs up, and the smile he responded with said it all. I knew he wanted to have sex with Olivia the moment he saw her. A woman's instincts are seldom incorrect.

"I could try. Will do my best not to kill us all," Jack answered. The tone in his voice made me think he thought she was just teasing him. I wasn't so sure. The van was opened, and we tossed our gear inside. Ares indicated they had a special spot for the wet gear in the back. I followed him to the rear, where he popped open the back and opened what appeared to be a skinny half closet.

"There are hangers on the bottom and a rod on the top. Take the wet stuff, fold it over the hangers, and place them on this rod. When we drive the engine blows warm air up through here. A flaw created by time that now serves a purpose."

"Cool," I replied as I leaned in to grab some of the hangers. Jack and Olivia were up front, with she giving him instructions on the vehicles operation. As I was reaching back to grab the hangers, I felt Ares' hands grip my hips. Immediately afterwards, his head was pressed up against my still glistening gap. He pushed it forward and entered me. "Ohh, god," I softly moaned.

His thrusts were not like before, but instead rapid and hard. I responded by lifting one leg up on the bumper and bending over more.

"Do you like sex in public?"

"Right now, I'm just loving sex. I don't care where," I panted back. Up front, the conversation had stopped but Olivia's head was bobbing up and down above Jack's lap. My little pussy was being filled like never before and when Ares reached around and started to rub my little button, I about lost it. Surely, I was going to hell. Then just as abruptly he pulled out.

"We have to go. Don't want Olivia to be late."

Fuck. He was turning me into something beyond a bitch in heat. I don't think I'd ever been so horny. After pulling out, he shuffled me aside, closed the back and he walked me into the back of the van. Olivia helped guide Jack backing out and got him onto the main road. A kilometer later, she kneeled beside him and started to suck on his dick. It was weird. I didn't feel the slightest bit jealous. Instead, I wanted to witness her educating him sexually. He needed some help in that department.

Since they were having I fun, I climbed on top of Ares' lap. Instantly, our open lips joined together as one of his hands fondled my nipples. Without much effort, I guided his broad unit up into my sex again. It felt heavenly. I couldn't help myself as I sighed out, "Oh yes. Fuck me. I want you to cum in me." I'd never spoken like this before.

"I want to fuck your hard ass." His response shocked me, yet my hips continued to grind into him.

There was no thought to my answer. I flowed out honestly. "You can fuck me however you like." Immediately, I was embarrassed.

Things up front must have been progressing as I heard Jack moan out loud, "Fuck. I'm going to cum." This was followed by sounds of sucking and swallowing. I knew Jack had exploded and Olivia swallowed his load. This motivated me. I wanted to feel Ares unloaded his nuts into me.

"Ohh fuck. You feel great. Flood my pussy with your cum," I moaned out. I swear, it was like a demon possessed me. Two seconds later, the van came to a sudden halt. Ares and I flew across the empty space before us, crashed hard and our union separated.

"Shit. Sorry. The brakes our touchy. We're here," Jack announced.

"Drive up two more blocks. I can call and get you in to the spa," Olivia stated.

Jack took off again. Ares and I were a bit confused, as both of us stood up and sat back down on the bench. Our copulation terminated. As Jack navigated to the spot, Olivia punched numbers into her phone and once answered spoke with a charming voice.

"Oh, that is horrible." Then she mentioned something about her uncle and things seemed to change. "Yes, yes. That is no problem. They are guests of ours and I will assure you they will be there in five minutes. Of course, we understand. Yes. Yes. Nonrefundable is not a problem." This was followed by a long pause and then a cheerful "Perfect."

After she hung up, Olivia spun around. "You have to be there in five minutes. Put your suit on and just walk up to the front desk. They'll be expecting you." She turned to Jack, grabbed his deflated dick and advised, "You'll love this, and I think we all will have more fun after dinner." Jack pulled into a spot reserved for hotel guests, and seconds later he and I departed from the bus as our new friends fled away. We felt abandoned and lost, yet neither said a word.

Once alone, Jack grabbed my hand. "This is crazy. Are you ok?"

"Yes. And you?"

"I'm good. What about us?"

"Solid. We were overdue for something of this sort, I think. But it's crazy to think about now."

"Yeah. Should we go inside or head back to the room?"

"How can we not try it? And aren't we long overdue for a massage?"

"Yeah, I guess. Ok. Let's go." Jack grabbed my hand and together we walked to the front desk. They greeted us with friendly smiles and guided us back to the spa. There we were given lavender/rose cold tea and instructed to change into the provided robes.

Once naked, I felt Jack wrap his arms around me from behind as he pressed his manhood into my rear. "Are you sure we're ok?"

"Most definitely," I answered. But his concern was appreciated. We put our robes on and walked through a door labelled "Massage Room." Inside, were two massage tables with abutting heads. Once inside, there was a gentleman rolling up white washcloths, and a lady walked in just after us.

"Hello. My name is Juliette, and this is John-Pierre. We will be your masseuses today. We'll leave the room. While we're out, please remove your robes, arrange a towel over yourselves and lay face down. When we return the massage will start. Any questions?"

We both shook our heads no and they disappeared. She looked very French in that she was petite, had brown hair and electric blue eyes, while John-Pierre was tall and had a Caribbean vibe about him. Jack removed our robes then we positioned ourselves on the table. It was difficult getting the towel on as they weren't very long. Jack was concerned until I teased him that any exposure wasn't a big deal as we'd just been on the beach naked and drove around that way. We did our best and covered ourselves with the sheet.

When the masseuses returned, the had us place our faces in the little oval hole of the tables and started the massage. Warm oil was scooped up and drizzled over our backs and rose petals were s**ttered around the floor below our faces. They smelt wonderful.

John-Pierre started with my neck, shoulders and scalp and I assumed Juliette was doing the same with Jack. Soothing music played in the background and I felt as though I might drift off. When he pulled the sheet back and rolled down the towel to expose my upper back, I initially panicked that my side boobs were visible. Internally, I laughed at myself, given my public adventures on the beach less than an hour ago.

Soon he was finished with my back and transitioned to my feet. Now I grew nervous. The towel covering my bottom was not long and I was confident that from his perspective he could see my privates. I should have rinsed off before the massage. What would he think when he saw my slick and swollen state?

When John-Pierre switched from one foot to the next I squeezed my legs together tightly. However, as he started on the left foot, he shook my leg vigorously which caused them to slightly part again. After my feet, he worked on my calves and transitioned up to my hamstrings. While I can't claim to be well versed in the art of giving a massage, I was surprised when he slid his hands up underneath the towel and gave my bum a deep rub. During the process, it pulled apart my damp lips and re-light a certain itch.

Thankfully, his hands continued onwards and were now kneading my lower back. This gave me some time to reflect on the day. There were some things to digest. My friends and family, back home, would never forgive me if they knew what happened on the beach. I should have stopped him. And certainly, should not have encouraged him. I'd just never been so turned on before. And now, we were going to be spending even more time with them. I felt a wave of panic, when there was a firm tapping on my shoulder.

"I'm taking your husband in for a steam. There's not enough room for two guests. You'll go next and Jean-Pierre will take care of you," Juliette informed me. She guided Jack across the room and through a small door.

"Can you roll over please?" Jean-Pierre asked as he held the sheet up to shield me. I did as he asked. "You can cover yourself again with the towel."

"Ok, I'm covered," I advised. He let the sheet drop and used a ladle to bring over a scoop of warm oil.

"To access your top half, I will have to move the towel down. Is that acceptable?"

"Yeah, that's fine." I wasn't going to be a prude and it seemed most people here went topless on the beach, so I moved the towel down to cover just my hips. The warm oil was poured over my breasts and belly.

Initially, his hands focused on my neck and shoulders. The way he lightly touched them was sensuous. Then his hands parted. One delicately feathered my belly, while the other massaged the area just above my breasts. Teasingly slow, he nudged his fingertips over until one hand was just below my right breast and the other just above my left breast. I knew he would soon be touching my small apple sized breasts and my breathing increased.

With just his fingertips, he drew shrinking spirals around my nipples. When he finally touched them, I let out a deep sigh. This was followed by pinching and pulling on just my nipples. "Oughhhh," I responded softly and couldn't help but open my legs a little. There had to be something in the air here, that would explain why the French were known as lovers.

Abruptly he stopped. "Finished already?"

"No. I'm just going to get some more oil for the lower half of your body. Would that be satisfactory?"

"Yes. Please."

When John-Pierre returned, he drizzled the warm fluid on to my belly-button, lowered the towel and spread the rest of the oil across my hips and upper thighs. His palms glided across my belly and down onto my upper thighs. My closest leg was pulled up. His hands kneaded my inner and outer thigh areas, with the back of his fingers just barely touching my outer lips. This was repeated on my other thigh, except the contact was more. When finished, he pressed his palm into the area above my bladder and firmly slid it down and onto my pussy.

"Would you like the genital area given attention too?" He already knew the answer. When his hand started to slide down, I'd generously spread my legs apart and pressed my mound upwards.

"Ok," I whispered wishing I had the will power to pass. Two of his fingers penetrated me forcing another sigh to escape from my lips as I clutched one of my breasts with my own hand. His fingers started to move back and forth rapidly. Then with his other hand, he began to pinch and tease my clit.

"Ohhh, jesssusss. You're going to make me cum," I sighed softly.

"That is the point. Take pleasure in your pleasure." He pulled my thigh up to further expose my slit and pressed his hip against my leg. I was surprised to find he was hard, and it made me curious. I'd never seen a black man naked but had heard plenty of innuendos.

"Can I touch you?"

"If you like. It is not required."

"You're seeing me naked; I'd like to see you too." I untied the draw string supporting his white gauze pants and pushed them down. His shaft came into view and I pushed his clothing down further to fully expose him. "Oh my god, you're huge."

"That's what I hear. Some woman can't handle me." He adjusted himself so that his cock was now pinned against my leg as I continue to caress it. "Would you like to try?"

"Oh my god. I'm married. I can't. Let's just use our fingers. Is that ok?"

"You're the boss. Mind if I stand between your legs. My wrist is a bit strained."

"Yes, of course." To assist, I pulled my legs up and rested my heels on the outside of the massage table.

He moved to the end of the table. "Let's slide you down a little." He grabbed my hips and slid down until my bottom was at the end of the table and now his penis was resting just above my womanhood. He inserted two fingers back into me and started to twirl his other fingers all around my clit. The sensation was incredible. I couldn't help myself as I started to pump my hips upwards while feverishly rubbing him.

"I've three fingers in you now. Are you ready for an orgasm?"

"Oh yessss. Oh my Gooodddd, it feels so good." I don't know what he did, but a second later I came hard. "Fucckkk, fucckkk, ohhhh shittttt ... I'm cumminnggg," I shrieked out. After my orgasm, he paused his movements to allow me to recover.

"Did you enjoy the massage?"

"We're not done yet. Put it in."

"Do what?"

"I need you. I want you to fuck me."

"But madam, you are a married woman." I grabbed his schlong and guided his massive head to my entrance.

"Just do it," I begged. John-Pierre pressed his hips forward and my lips stretched out unbelievably wide. I grabbed the edge of the table to keep my position and he pushed in further.

"Oh God. It's huge. Keep going." Slowly, he did. A long minute later, his dick was encased in my little petite pussy and he started to move it in and out. "Ohhh ... fuck. It feels so different." When his pace increased, he did that thing again with his fingers dancing around, on top of and pinching my clit.

"Do you like getting fucked with a big cock?"

"Oh sweetness, yesssss. You're going to make me cum again. Ohhhh ... fuckkkkk!!" and off I went. Savagely, I bucked into him. Trying desperately to cram even more of his meat inside me as I squeezed my own breasts.

After I came, I lay their panting, trying to recover as John-Pierre continued to use me for his own pleasure. The oil, sex and warm room had me sweating profusely. Then he did his trick again. I'd never cum so hard, repeatedly, in such a short period of time. When the door opened, I panicked. What would Jack think? How would he react to seeing his innocent high school sweetheart getting fucked by a giant cock and delirious with the pleasure. Thank God, it wasn't him.

Instead Juliette appeared, with a glowing smile on her face. "Look at you two. Madam, your husband became overheated in the steam room and is now cooling in our refresher pool. I advised him you'd be out in 20-30 minutes. Sufficient time to allow me to assist John-Pierre in his treatment." She walked over to the table and in the process pulled off her top to reveal breasts similar to mine.

John-Pierre didn't slow down a beat. I was speechless. When Juliette leaned over and started to suckle on my nipples, I responded by rubbing her back. She pulled back, shedded her clothes, and brought her lips to mine. Once, in junior high, I practiced kissing with a girlfriend, but it was nothing like this. Juliette's lips were lush, soft and sensuous. Her tongue delicately danced with mine and we continued as my hands started to caress her thin body.

She separated her lips from mine for a moment. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Before I could answer she turned to John-Pierre, "Make her cum again, and afterwards I want to taste her."

He complied without complaint. The force of his thrusts became deeper, as his fingers performed their magic trick again. Soon, my hips were airborne as I tried to get him in deeper. I'd never dreamed sex could be so stimulating or erotic. When I came, Juliette forcibly squeezed my nipples which sent me floating even higher.

As I came back down, Juliette moved over next to John-Pierre and nudged him away. "My turn for some fun." Initially, I wasn't sure of her intent, but it was soon obvious as she bent over and started to lap at my pussy with her tongue. Being with another woman was something I'd never contemplated, and now I was starting to moan again without any attentions of having her stop.

While she educated me on the magic of the feminine tongue, I fondled my own breasts with one hand and placed the other on the back of her head to provide encouragement. "Ohh god. That's nice. You two are making it so I never want to leave this place. Shit! That's delicious."

"You like having your pussy licked by another woman?" John-Pierre asked.

"Ohh ... yessss. I've never had I done before. Ohhh ... mmmmhhh ... that's sooo nice. Shitttt."

"Notice the upcoming change in her pace," John-Pierre spat out.

"Ohh fuck. John-Pierre, I told you, you're too big. It's not my thing."

"Just getting a little to keep me hard until you're finished. Damn Juliette you need to get fucked more so your pussy loosens up a little."

"Mmmpphhhh," she replied as he thrust forward which dove her face into my crotch. Unexpectedly, she took two of her fingers and drove them into my bottom. I'd heard some people enjoyed anal sex, but it wasn't something Jack and I had ever discussed or an area we played with.

"Ohhh Hollyyyy shittttt. Jesusssss ... ohh fuckkk ... I'm cummminnngggg again ... ohh ooohhhhh fffuuuccckkkkk." Juliette continue licking and sucking my special parts until my orgasm subsided. When she backed away, I promptly pressed my legs together. I needed a break. Juliette disengaged from John-Pierre and walked around to my side.

"Did you enjoy that babe? You taste so sweet."

"I can't even describe how amazing I feel right now," I answered. Juliette responded by leaning down and kissing me deeply. I could taste my juices on her lips and tongue. It gave me a little charge knowing I was kissing a beautiful lady who a second ago was using her tongue and lips to bring me to orgasm. During our French kiss, John-Pierre grabbed both of my ankles and raised them straight up until they were perpendicular to my body.

I next felt his bulbous head at my slippery entrance and then he was pressing it into me again. "Ohh fuckkk. Now, it feels giant again."

"He is big down there. Too much for me to handle, but you seem to enjoy," Juliette whispered into my ear as she started to massage my breasts.

"Ohhh ... god. I feel so full."

"Fuck her harder," Juliette barked out to her co-worker. Immediately, John-Pierre shifted his love making into another gear. Over and over he slammed his meat into my pink hole. He pushed my legs further up so my knees were pressing into my chest, then he grabbed my shoulders and fucked me even harder.

"Ouughhhh ... Oughhhhh ...ouhhhhhhhhhh ... jesssuussss ccchrrisssttttt."

"I think we should bring you to an orgy with us. Just a small group of ten to fifteen people. All attractive and lovers of sex. You would enjoy the long sessions of sex. Would you like having six or seven men, and several women all have sex with you in one long night?"

"Ohhh ... shittt. Ohhhh yesssssssss. I'm cummminnngggg agggaiinnnn," I practically shouted out. However, John-Pierre kept on hammering me. I felt delirious.

"Keep fucking her. She loves it," Juliette encouraged. "I'll help him." She moved behind him and I couldn't see what she did, but it caused him to explode. He blasted several loads of cum in my pussy before pulling out and spraying more cum up across my stomach, breasts and coating my face.

"Look how beautiful you look. Spectacular. We should get you cleaned up before another guest shows up." Juliette helped me down, grabbed my robe and took me through a back door. She helped me shower and took liberties with my sexy parts.

"When you went to the steam room with Jack. Did you have sex with him?" I nervously asked.

"It's part of the package. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to maintain an erection. Perhaps we can arrange for another massage another day."

"I think he had some fun beforehand. God. I can barely stand up. I've never had so much sex."

"Oh, just wait until the orgy. The other guests will love you."

We finished the shower and Juliette guided me out to where Jack was waiting. He appeared a bit embarrassed. "Are you ok, babe?"

"Yes, yes. Very good. And you?"

"Fine. We probably should head back to the room and get ready for dinner."

I'd forgotten about our friends. I know I must have blushed a little as there was no doubt in my minds that our friends had plans for us after dinner. I'd never behaved so wantonly and thinking about my friends got me excited about our evening.

At the hotel, I showered first, and it gave me a second to reflect on the day. My thoughts on sex had certainly changed and already I was thinking of women differently. There remained some concerns over embarrassment, but those were flowing away. Instead, I did something that I'd rarely tried before. I used my own fingers to rub and probe my pussy. It felt good. I was glad the night wasn't over.

"You ok in there. Seem to be taking a long time," Jack hollered out.

"Almost done." I soaped up one more time and shut the water off. Once I toweled off and stepped out, Jack popped in. Five minutes later, he too was out of the shower and drying off. When he stepped out, I made sure to accidentally drop something and bend over to pick it up at the waist, with my legs decently parted, giving him a pleasant view of my still swollen vagina.

"Nice view."

"You think?"

"I do. Mind if a take a little?" His cock was firm, and he grabbed my hips with his hands. Quickly, I raised up and turned around. Gently, I took his cock in my hand.

"You can always take what you like, but here's the million dollar question. I think Olivia wants you to have this tonight. Do you want to use it now or save it for her?"

"I, I guess so."

"You guess what?"

"I guess it would be nice to have sex with her if you're ok with that," Jack answered.

"What I'm not ok with is returning to our prior sex life. Today has been amazing and I don't want this to be something I fantasize about the rest of my life, but instead experience it regularly. What do you think about such a life?"

"I really haven't given it much thought, but today's been pretty awesome."

"We can keep having this type of awesomeness back home too. Sex with others. Me sharing certain girlfriends with you and you witnessing your wife having sex with men and women. I bet they're a few of my friends you might enjoy playing with. Some of my girlfriends still have their high school crush on the quarterback. And I bet some of your old players might want a stab at me."

"I don't want the whole town thinking you're a slut," Jack stated defensively.

"Honey, I think today I've realized I am a slut. We'll be careful and only have fun with people that can keep quiet, have something to lose or just play out-of-state."

"You want to fuck other guys too, right?"

"Of course. And girls too. I told you what I am." I stroked his cock a few times to get it hard then turned around and bent over as he found me. "Give your slut wife's pussy a few strokes but do not cum. I want you to fuck Olivia really good." Tentatively, Jack pressed his meat into me, slid it in and out a few times and stopped. I think it was time for him to do some digesting.

I applied a little more make-up then usual and dug through my suitcase. I found a fun sun dress and pulled it on. The darkness of my nipples was slightly visible, but I didn't care and deliberately skipped my underwear. The outfit was topped off with three-inch heels making my 'fuck-me' look complete. Jack wore faded jeans and a white dress shirt. Ten-minutes later we were out the door.

At the restaurant the hostess greeted us and took a different posture when we announced with whom we would be dining. She guided us up one level, walked through several tables and then to a second flight of stairs that was chained off. She removed the chain and waved us in, making sure to refasten the chain after our passage.

We went up two flights of stairs and turned right and before us was a small beautiful patio with an amazing view of the town and sea. Only one table was on the patio, it was oval shaped, with two curved overstuffed benches on each side. Ares sat on one bench, while Olivia was across from him.

"Hello there, our American friends," Olivia responded as she stood up and greeted us. She had on a white gauze bandeau top and a matching wrap skirt. Her top also revealed a glint of her nipples and had me wanting to see more. Ares also rose up. He was dressed in a long-sleeve jet black button up and blue jeans. "Hey, Diane, I saved you a spot next to me and Olivia has room for Jack."

Jack sat down, while I walked around and took my spot next to Ares. By the time I was seated and pulled the bench forward to the table, Olivia had her legs stretched out over Jack's lap. There was no question that they intended to have some adult fun with us.

Ares took a small bell from the center of the table and gave it a ring. Seconds later, a waitress appeared dressed in an opaque peach dress that didn't hide her lack of a bra and revealed she was wearing a thong. In one hand she had a large ice bucket containing a magnum of champagne and four champagne flutes in the other hand. She placed the glasses on the table, skillfully poured four drinks and placed the remainder of the bottle in the ice bucket.

"Please ring when you want to order or need anything else." With that she smiled broadly and quickly disappeared.

"This restaurant is famous for impeccable service and ensuring anything one could desire is available. This is our treat. Please enjoy," Ares advised. As he spoke, his hand settled on my thigh and pushed my dress up a few inches.

"How was your massage?" Olivia followed up with after we each took a sip and tipped our glasses together.

"It was good. Very relaxing," Jack responded.

"Yes. I enjoyed it immensely," I added suspecting they knew the range of services provided to us during the massage.

"My cousin John-Pierre works there. Any chance you meet him?" Olivia inquired.

"Yes. Small world. He gave me my massage and Juliette was tasked with handling Jack." As I spoke, Ares push my dress up to expose my privates and started to lightly glide one finger up and down my slit. I took my leg closest to him and looped it over his legs.

"How did he feel?" Ares asked.

"Good. He's powerful. His big hands really plowed through my tight knots. Initially it hurt but as I became use to it there was a newfound joy." I bit my lip trying not to smirk, as Ares started to digitally penetrate me. We sat quite for a bit, sipping our champagne and I was certain Olivia was similarly teasing Jack.

When our glasses were finished, Jack reached for the bottle to refill them. "Hold on," Olivia spoke up. She rang the bell and swiftly our waitress appeared.

"Would you like another pour?"

"Yes, please Cheri. And some assistance. After the glasses are topped off, would you mind sitting next to me and demonstrating to our dear friend your special tricks to please my pussy?"

"Of course." Cheri poured the bubbles then sat next Olivia who pulled up her knees and parted them to expose herself.

"It is her special trick Jack. So, lean in and watch. As she educates you, lean in close to observe and to allow her to whisper in your ear. And while you're learning, unbutton her top. She likes her nipples pulled and twisted. It'll be her reward."

Jack took a questioning look at me, but I just smiled politely. Hesitantly, he leaned forward and did as Olivia advised.

"Is this like some type of fantasy island restaurant?" I asked.

"Somewhat," Ares answered. "Why don't you free my cock. It will feel good to have your hand wrapped around it." I did as he asked and we all sat quietly watching the lesson unfold. Jack was smiling and enjoying the young lady's firm breasts, while Olivia had her head tossed back and was panting heavily.

"Ohhhh ... yessss. You little devil. I feel two sets of hand playing with me. Very nice. Ohhhh, umpphhhhh. So, goodddddd. Jack show me what you learned and Cheri please go lick his wife's pussy. Get it ready. It has much work ahead of it tonight." Before I knew it, Cheri had crawled under the table and had her head between my thighs. She looked at me once, smiled and fastened her lips to my folds once Ares moved his hand away.

God she was good. It didn't take long until I was cooing just as much as Olivia. "Ohhh woowwwww. Ughhhhhhhh ... what are ... ohhh heaven's jesusssss."

"Isn't her tongue exquisite?" Ares asked.

"Ohhh myyyyyy Goddddd. It's almost too much."

"Do you want her to stop?"

"No. Ohhh ... shittttt."

"Ahhhhh ... fuckkkk. Cummminnnngggg," Olivia hissed out. I knew I wasn't too far behind her. After she landed, she gave Jack additional instructions. "Go over and fuck Cheri while she's licking your wife. I need you to get your cock lubricated. Do not cum." Tentatively, Jack got up and walked near me as Cheri wiggled around until her bottom was pointed towards him. Jack bent down to his knees, raised up Cheri's dress, pulled aside her thong and feed his manhood into her gash while gazing at me. I was unable to keep my focus.

"Ohhh ... here ... Ohhh gawwdddd. Cummminggg," I hissed out loud as Cheri's tongue traced circles around my clit then forcibly sucked on it. This prompted Jack to increase his tempo for a short spell.

"Ok Jack. That's enough," Olivia commanded. "Your cock size is perfect. I want to feel you cum in my ass." She rose up and bent over the table, while exposing her rear.

"Young lady, why don't you sit up on the tabletop. I want to taste you,"

Both of us assumed our positions. My dress was hiked up above my waist and I moved onto the table, while Jack slowly edged his dick up into Olivia's behind. Slowly, he got his tempo going as she lapped at my entrance.

"Use your fingers on her front, just like Cheri taught you," Ares volunteered. He stood up, removed his pants, and directed his cock towards my face. With a smile, I opened my mouth and took him inside. This was crazy. We hadn't even had a bite of food and it was a mini-orgy in progress. The coupling continued for a short spell before Jack lost his load. Olivia brought me to a mini-orgasm, causing me to disengage from Ares' shaft. We regrouped and returned to our seats.

Ares rang the bell and Cheri again appeared, flushed red cheeks and looking a touch distracted. "How can I help master?"

"We'd like some appetizers. How about two dishes each of matsutake mushrooms and fresh oysters topped with a touch of white alba truffle. And another magnum of the Cristal bubbles, please." Cheri smiled pleasantly and dashed off. It was funny, Jack just had his cock buried in her, yet despite his recent finish he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her body under her sheer outfit now minus her thong. We sat for a spell, chatting about various differences in the environments that we grew up in and the whole time Ares was fingering my pussy. It was making me rather horny.

Ten minutes later, we heard the chain being unclipped at the base of the stairs and the noise was soon followed by Cheri appearing at the top of the stairs caring a pitcher of ice water. Two young gentlemen followed behind her, each caring a platter of food. When I saw the male servers, I instinctively snapped my legs together.

"I think they prefer to have a view," Ares declared. He grabbed the underside of my knee closest to him and pulled it up and over his hip. My pink slit was completely visible to the servers. Without any hesitation, he pumped two of his fingers deep into me, causing me to gasp out loud.

"I like your thinking," Jack added as he followed Ares lead and d****d Olivia's leg over his lap and digitally penetrated her mound.

"Do you mind doing us a favor?" Ares asked.

"The staff is here to accommodate any request we can," Cheri answered.

"Why don't you have these guys feel our women's pussies and let us know who is wetter."

"Go ahead," Cheri directed. Ares pulled his hand away as one of the servers sat down next to me. He took one hand, glided it up and down my thigh before dropping it down and slowly pushing a finger into my slit. I couldn't believe a complete stranger was sexually touching me.

"I think she'd prefer two or three fingers," Ares suggested. While speaking he tugged the top of my dress down to expose both of my breasts. He used one hand to twist one nipple while with the other he tweaked my clit. The server had two fingers inside me. He was sliding them in and out, pausing for a bit to curl them upwards to massage the upper part of my vagina and then resuming his stroking motion.

I felt so weird. A completely stranger pleasuring me and my inhibitions long ago tossed out the window. Loud sighs caused me to look across the table, Jack had followed Ares lead and Olivia now had her legs up on the table as the two men fondled her pussy and tits. It was obvious she was getting close, and her pleasure rapidly escalated my sexual high.

"Don't let them cum. Remember, the task is to determine who has the wetter pussy," Jack shouted out. His statement made me fill good. That was the Jack I loved. Confident and all about competition. His job at the farm the last ten years had stripped of this. "Switch!"

The two servers were similar in build. One was a little taller than the other, and the shorter one was a bit chubby. He was now walking over to determine my degree of saturation. He didn't sit next to me, but instead placed one knee on the bench and remained standing on one leg. When he reached down to my swollen open lips, I took notice of his fingers. They were short but abnormally fat. Not just a little either. Rather, his digits resembled fat sausages.

His co-worker had gently eased one finger into me followed by a second. Not this guy. Roughly he forced two of his fingers up into my snatch as far as possible and after a few thrusts added a third. "Ohh ... fuck," I protested. As he attacked my sex, Ares roughly twisted one of my nipples as the server ground his thumb round and round my clit. A minute into his exploration and my body was hell bent on a massive orgasm. Automatically, my hips started to gyrate upwards. I noticed a large bulge in his white cotton slacks and instantly wanted to feel him inside me. Feel how he fucked. "Ohhh shiittttt, shitttttt, shittttttttt." Undeterred, I reached for his pants and yanked down his zipper.

"And that is enough," Ares shouted out as he pushed the server's hand away.

"Nooooo!!," Olivia and I shouted out in unison.

"You two want to fuck them, don't you?" Ares questioned us both.

"Yesss. I need it. I want them and they deserve relief," I responded.

"Yes, I agree. Please???" Olivia added.

"Maybe later. Cheri, we'd like some privacy," Ares commanded. Cheri and the servers disappeared. As they left, Ares pulled my dress up to cover my breasts and pushed my legs down back under the table. "Jack, let's finish these appetizers and figure out dinner. Any chance you're a lobster fan?"

"Actually, I've never had lobster before. Remember we are from the Midwest. Mostly wheat and beef, with a pig farm s**ttered here and there. Lobster would be considered a rich man's food," Jack replied.

"Maybe we should have some fun and then have dinner," Olivia suggested as she wiggled off the bench and walked around behind Jack. Once there, she pulled down her top and started to rub her large breasts against the back of Jack's neck.

"I'm starving and a little patience never harms a soul," Ares answered.

"It might be fun to do both," I mentioned out loud as Olivia straddled Jack's lap and fed one of her nipples between his lips.

Ares turned towards me as one of his hands dropped onto my lap, "Aren't you the hungry one?"

"Yess," I purred as I parted my thighs for him.

"I saw you reaching for the last server's cock. You wanted him to fuck you, didn't you?" Two of his fingers were buzzing up and down my slit, dancing around my clit and quickly disappearing to probe my wetness. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from gasping out.

"Maybe a little."

"My intuition is you'd like both of them to be screwing you silly right now. If I'm correct, grab my hand and shove my fingers deeper," Ares whispered sexily into my ear. This was followed by him delicately licking and sucking on my neck. I couldn't help myself. With both hands, I grabbed his hand and pulled it hard towards me as my hips shot upwards.

"What a horny wench," he added as another finger pierced into my pinkness.

"Oughhhh, yesssss. Let me climb on your lap."

"Are you thinking how it would feel to entertain so many lovers?" Ares asked as he pushed his fingers deeper into me which prevented me from straddling him.

"Maybe a little curious. Wouldn't you like to stuff your cock deep into me to see how horny I am," I whispered back in response.

"Patience. Hey Jack, you think you could tell the difference between different pussies?"

"I don't know. They all feel amazing," he answered as Olivia was grinding on him.

"He's so hard. In just a little I'm going to let him feel how amazing my pussy feels," Olivia spouted back.

"I bet you're ready for some sex?" Ares inquired.

"Yes, please. How would you like me? Straddling you like Olivia, doggie-style or something else?" I replied.

"You seem like you could go all night. Would you like that?"

"Jesus. I've never had a day like this ... it's too much and I'm so horny. I feel like I could just go on and on and on."

"Ahhh ... the problem is men can't really go on and on. You women corner the market on such, but maybe if we had multiple men available you would be able to go on and on and on. As you say." As Ares spoke his fingers seemingly turned into butterflies, fluttering their ticklish wings in the midst of my most intimate parts.

"Aughhh, please. I need you in me." To make the situation worse, I could easily see that Olivia was starting to slowly bounce up and down on Jack's lap. I knew they were having sex.

"Me or just a cock?" When he asked the question, his thumb began to repeatedly brush over my clit while his fingers pushed in deeply, then spread out widely as he pulled his hand back. It was fantastic.

"Yessss," I responded without any thought of what his question really insinuated and just knowing I wanted more.

"Maybe several cocks. One after the other fucking you."

"Ohhh ... god. Don't stop. I think I'm close again."

"Do you want that?"

"Yessss ... ohhh yesssssss," I hissed back in response. So so close. Abruptly, he stopped and with his sticky fingers, grabbed the bell and gave it a ring. Almost instantly, Cheri appeared. I was just so desperate. I needed relief.

"You rang? What would you like?" Cheri asked with a smile that was too exuberant.

"Jack would like to see if he can tell the difference between various women's special love spots. Do you mind getting a blindfold, fastening it about him and then we shall see if he can tell the difference between his wife, you and Olivia."

"That sounds fun. Hold on, I'll be right back," Cheri responded before dashing off. She returned seconds later holding a black table napkin and carrying a stool. "Why don't you move over here, I'll put this on, and we can get started." As Jack moved, Cheri stripped off her clothes. She had a nice body that was almost elf like. It would be fun to play with her, I thought to myself.

"Come here, Diane," Olivia stated as she waved me over to stand a few yards from where Jack was sitting as she too removed her clothes. I approached and managed to lose my dress in the process. Cheri joined us after securing the black napkin around Jack's face and instructing him his hands must remain behind his back.

"We have to agree to the same position and can't touch him with our tits. He'd know instantly who these belong to," Cheri whispered as she caressed one of Olivia's full tits. "How about if we approach him with our backs to him, then squat down until he's in fully and just a quick up and down. We don't want him to explode, yet. Sound good?"

Olivia and I both nodded our heads in agreement. Cheri flashed us a sweet smile and announced, "I'll go first." She silently sashayed over to Jack, stroked his cock a few times before turning around and impaling herself on his cock. Very slowly, she rode him up and down for what seemed much longer than a 'quick up and down.' It was erotic watching her sex my husband and made my quiver buzz even more. I squeezed my legs together in excitement.

When Cheri rose up, Jack's manhood was glistening and rock hard. Somehow he found a way to suffer through the first test. "I'll go next," Olivia piped up when Cheri returned to our group. She walked over to Jack, turned around and easily sank his rod into her slit. As she bounced up and down, Jack started to moan out loud.

"Oh fuck yeah. Damn that feels good." I couldn't believe how much he was enjoying the experiment and u*********sly I started to rub my own snatch with my fingers.

"Poor girl. Look at yourself," Cheri noted as she wrapped an arm around my waist.

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Let me help." Cheri pulled my face to hers and our open mouths smashed into one another. As we kissed, her fingers pinched my nipples before dropping down and gliding up into my pussy. "Someone is very wet. Are you enjoying the meal?"

"Yesss ... this is so wild." My hands meandered across her small body. "Are you paid to work here?"

"No. It's a club. Members can dine here twice a year, but only after they volunteer for four dinners. Tonight, I'm simply a volunteer who consented to all this fun. You should think about joining. I'd love to volunteer with you. I think it's your turn. Olivia is being greedy."

I walked over to Jack and Olivia smiled as she dismounted. Without a word, I turned around and lowered myself down onto my husband's cock. He slid in almost effortlessly.

"Oh wow. This one is really wet," Jack spat out as I started to gently ride him. Slowly, I glided my body up and down while tweaking my own nipples and aware that all eyes were upon me. Really, I wanted to fuck all of them and also, I thought back to my massage. When I started to rub my clit, Ares spoke up.

"Ok my beautiful one. Time is up. Please step back." I pumped myself up and down a few more times before dismounting. "Let's have all the ladies line up and see how Jack does figuring out who fucked him first, second and last."

The three of us smiled at one another and placed ourselves in line. Ironically, in the same order as we'd had sex with him.

"This isn't that easy. The last one was definitely the wettest. All three felt amazing. I think Diane went first, since she is my wife. Then Cheri and last was Olivia."

"You are so so wrong. I went last. Cheri first and Olivia second. My husband has some studying to do."

"Well, he wasn't wrong about everything," Cheri spoke up. "The servers also commented on how wet Diane's pussy was compared to Olivia's."

"Come here babe," Jack spoke up. I responded to his summons and when I was close, he pulled me into him for a deep kiss. As we made out, his fingers delved into my twat. He was easily able to pump three fingers in and out. "Jesus Diane. You've never been this wet. Turn around and bend over the table." His fingers felt wonderful and I was loving how he was telling me what to do. When I bent over the table, I made sure my legs were parted widely and I didn't bend my knees, so my bum and twat were pointed upwards. Roughly, he crammed four fingers up into me.

"Oughhhh fuckkkk," I squealed.

"Do you like all this sex. Being fucked over and over?"

"Oughhh shit Jack," I could hardly talk he was thrusting his fingers into me so hard and fast.

"All this sex and hard cocks making you horny?"

"Yesssss," I purred.

"I think you should try the same experiment. Cheri can you put the blindfold on her?"

"Of course, but she will only have to guess between Ares and yourself," Cheri advised.

"Ahh, good point Cheri. Do you think maybe you could find some willing participants? Perhaps the two servers that were up earlier and some others. And please put in an order for several lobsters, with more bubbles too. All this pleasure has made me hungry," Ares advised.

I couldn't believe what was transpiring. Jack just cooperated in arranging for strangers to fuck me. As much as this was shocking, I couldn't wait for it to get started. Jack was right. I'd never been this wet.

Cheri tied the black table napkin around my eyes and it dropped down below my chin, completely blocking my vision. All the while, Jack kept his hand pumping in and out of me. When he started to rub my clit, it wasn't long before I came hard. Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of multiple feet ascending the stairs and Jack removed his hand.

The next hour went by so fast. Orgasm after orgasm was screwed out of me. One cock after another fucked me. Some big, some small. Some using my ass, others continent with my soaked twat. Even though my pussy grew steadily sore, I never once thought about stopping and the pleasure, no the pleasures were so intense. Years later, when I think about it, my pussy still grows damp.

Eventually, they stopped. I had difficulty standing up straight. When Cheri removed the mask, I was amazed who stood before me. Eight men, plus Ares and Jack. The eight men included the two servers and my massage friend John-Pierre. I admitted I had no idea who screwed me when or how many times.

"So, you too failed the test. I think that requires a repeat at a later date. Some of the gentlemen wanted to feel your lips wrapped around their dicks. Would you mind fulfilling their desires?" Ares inquired.

In response, I walked before the men, kneeled down and opened my mouth. Five of them had me suck them off. When I was finished, both my pussy and mouth were gapped open and cum coated my face and body. During the adventure, Jack had sex with both Olivia and Cheri.

Afterwards, Ares wrapped me in a bathrobe and took me downstairs to a backroom where there was a shower. He thoroughly cleaned every inch of my body. After I was all clean and dry, he had me again. Pounding my ass, while he used a shampoo bottle to fill my pussy. Again, I achieved another climax. When he was finished, he wrapped a thin sheet around my body, claiming the robe was too semen stained. On the way out, as we walked through the middle of several tables downstairs, the sheet mysteriously fell off leaving me completely naked.

"Oh my God. Can you grab that for me?" I nervously asked.

"Turn around, bend over and pick it up for yourself. You serve us, not the other way around." His tone, and all those eyes on me made me feel crazy. I did as he asked knowing all who looked could easily see my nudity and swollen red used pussy.

When I think back to that night, when I'm alone and playing with myself, I imaged several of the patrons that saw me standing up and also using me for their pleasure. It never fails to get me off.

The rest of the evening, Jack and I enjoyed our first taste of lobster. Along with the bubbles, it was splendid. When we got back to the room, Jack and I discussed the evening. Neither had any regrets and agreed we would prioritize having fun sex, with ourselves and others.

We were also thankful for the recent developments, as after the pandemic a new emphasis was placed on the development of vaccines. In less than a year, vaccines existed for all known sexually transmitted diseases. They became history allowing a rush of new sexually adventurous couples. And we had a little more fun that evening. Jack had a request. He wanted to watch me masturbate. I did. Midway through, he jumped me and ravished my pussy but was unable to cum. When I asked why, rather than answer we both laughed goofily. Then I fell asleep in his arms.

The next few days were lodged at La Brise Marine. It turned out to be a swinger or lifestyle hotel. We enjoyed more fun with Ares and Olivia, along with three other couples. Each morning, Ares would go for a run, and Olivia would visit. We'd order breakfast then sexually explore. Jack was used hard, but not once did he protest, and he never tired of watching me eat out Olivia.

Our return to the Midwest was difficult. What made it easier was we now had a sense of direction and a willingness to explore. A few times a year, Jack arranges a group to have fun with me. He calls them "Power Train Trips." I have insisted lately, that he keep the number under a dozen and include a few women. Over the next five years, our life track was significantly altered.

Jack got his degree two years after our return, and a master's degree one year later. All under the watchful eye of Olivia. She and Ares visited a few times, but they uncoupled. We haven't visited him in the last year, but he is doing well as the Mayor of the second largest city in Finland. Olivia is doing well too.

She immigrated to the United States to start a business with Jack. Two years later, the business was relocated to the West Coast. The move caused our sex life to escalate. And there were other changes. I find out my body would not allow me to have babies. At the same time, Olivia insisted on a private meeting. She wanted Jack to breed her, with a smile I agreed. After the birth of her twin boys, she started pestering me again. She had done research and was convinced that eggs could be harvested from me, inseminated by Jack and carried by her. Our twin girls are 21 months younger than her boys and almost constantly together since she lives next door.

Also, we are now members of the club. Traveling there at least twice a year for a few weeks to put in our time and take advantage of the special dinners. At one of the dinners, Olivia was a server and I insisted she be taken by five different men. She says it's not entirely her thing, but she sure enjoyed that night. Two nights later, she was the guest and I the server. After requiring me to be naked all night, she used lipstick to write "Slut" on my rear, breasts and just above my mound and letting me know I had no right to refuse anyone. The number of orgasms I experienced that night were unbelievable. But those are different stories.