Now, it is our first party and I am not sure what to expect. The rules are to dress sexy; Michael suggested that red underwear would go well against my brown skin. I let him purchase a lacy g-string and a matching bra. Looking in the mirror, the underwear does look good, he is better at those things that I am. Although I am 40, I have been dieting and working out, and it is really showing. Michel says I look great, he loves my arse and grabs it every chance he can get. I am going to wear the tight black dress I bought for last years Christmas party with some black high heels. Not too high though. Underneath the g-string I am freshly shaved and ready for the night.

Michael is wearing new underwear, but just a new jockey style. He thinks it is tacky for men to wear g-strings and other strange attire. Over that goes his normal clothes. Like me, he is shaved in all of the intimate places.

Our hotel is only a short walk to the club. Michael deposits our belongings in the safe at reception before we head off.

At the club, which looks like it used to be a factory or warehouse, we are greeted by a lady in her 30′s. We tell her who we are and Michael pays her the $50. She invites us in and shows us around.

Downstairs is what she describes as the ‘meeting’ area. This is an open space with couches and a bar. Also downstairs is the ‘group sex’ room. This is a large room, mirrors right along one wall and windows overlooking the yard. The room is entirely covered with a plastic covered mattress. Moving outside, the yard has a large wooden spa and deck, as well as some tables and chairs.

Upstairs are what she calls the ‘private’ rooms. There are several rooms; each one has a smaller version of the mattress downstairs. She gives us a key on a chain and takes us to the locker room. Here we can leave our clothes. In each locker are two towels and some condoms. We shan’t need those as I have insisted that Michael and I are only operating as a couple. We undress down to our underwear and Michael hangs the locker key around his neck.

Downstairs, Michael asks me if I want a drink.

“A glass of wine please.”

“Are you sure, you don’t normally drink?”

“Yes, quite sure.”

“Make sure you don’t drink too much. It will affect you more if you are not used to it.”

Michael returns with a glass of white wine and some bottled water for himself.

“Be careful, sip it to make it last, It tastes sweet but is still quite powerful.” On the couch in the meeting room are another couple. They are fully clothed and holding hands, looking as nervous as I feel. At least Michael has enough front for both of us.

It is already 9 o’clock, and the party is starting to move. We go outside to check the spa. It has several men and women in it. One man is on his knees on the ledge inside the spa; his face buried between the legs of a middle-aged woman. The women is sitting on the decking around the spa, her legs either side of his head and holding a glass of wine like mine; looking quite unconcerned. The other men and women in the spa are hugging and kissing, and probably playing with each other below the frothing water. A movement catches my eye. There is a woman on her back on one of the garden tables. A man is standing and thrusting into her with slow strokes. The only connection between the two seems to be his penis. I feel like I am spying so I look away quickly. Something draws me back, and I grip Michael’s hand and point them out to him. Nothing much else is happening out here, and it seems rather lonely in the semi-darkness.

We adjourn inside the club. The couple are still on the couch, still holding hands. There is more happening in the group sex room. A man is on his back, and a slim lady in her 30′s is on top. Only she is facing backwards, facing towards his feet. Michael says that is called a ‘reverse cowgirl’. She has very pale skin, whiter than I have ever seen before. She has red hair and I notice that she has left some hair around her pussy. It is red too. Michael was right, he said he had been with natural blondes who were like that. She alters her position, leaning back more. She seems to be enjoying it.

A middle-aged woman, a little plump, is on top of a man, he is fucking her from below. A second man is fingering her arse. The second man then moves forward, and presses his penis into her arsehole. The woman stops moving and allows herself to be penetrated by two men at once. She grimaces a little as he eases his way into her. Slowly, both men resume thrusting, the man on top slowly at first. It looks like their penises are touching they are so close together. The woman shows no discomfort having two men inside her. That must be an amazing experience. A third man gets on his knees near her face. She reaches up and takes him in her mouth. I watch now as she satisfies three men. I can feel myself getting wet, and my red underwear now has a dark patch as it soaks up my juices. I feel Michael’s manhood, it is larger but still not erect. We will have to do something about that soon.

The man on the bottom doesn’t last so long, he starts pumping faster and faster and then slows when he cums. He waits a second and pulls out before his condom slips off. The man on top is also starting to move faster. He too doesn’t last so long. I know how tight it must be for him. He pumps faster a couple of times before slowing when he cums as well. He grabs his condom as he pulls out. The third man is getting all of the woman’s attention now. She sucks him as well as rubbing his shaft with one hand. He grunts and cums, but we don’t see anything as he is also protected by latex.

There is another couple to one side. He is standing and she is on her knees, his manhood in her mouth. I watch as she runs her lips up and down his shaft while stroking him at the same time. After a while, he starts moving his hips, fucking her mouth while she bobs back and forward in time. He runs his hands through her hair as she continues to lick and suck on him. His thrusting becomes more frantic and I can feel him almost ready to cum. With a final gasp, he comes inside her mouth. She keeps on sucking on him, swallowing his semen although I can see a little dripping to one side. With some of the semen running down her face, she smiles like she enjoyed it as much as he did.

I have finished my drink and Michael asks me if I want another.

“No thanks.”

Maybe he was right and it is affecting me. All I want to do now is get rid of my underwear. I unhook my bra and slip down my g-string. I then gently ease Michael’s underwear down. He takes the hint and steps out of them. His manhood is definitely swollen but not yet ready. I quickly place our small pile of clothing in the corner before returning to him. He grabs me and kisses me while stroking his favourite part, my bottom. He asks me if I want to go upstairs to the private rooms. I say no, lets do it here.

I stroke his shaft, and feel it quickly grow with my caresses. His penis is not much longer than most of the others, but it is so much thicker. He asks me how I would like it.

“Reverse cowgirl”

“Okay”

He lies down, and I kneel astride him, guiding him in. This does feel different. I lean forward and hold his legs and then start to stroke slowly. I look around and I notice we have attracted an audience. There are a couple of men and women up close and watching us. This isn’t what I expected, so many people watching.

One of the men reaches across and fondles my breasts. Like a lot of men, he is too hard, squeezing my breasts and hurting my nipples. I brush him away.

I change a little and lean back. Michael’s rod is now touching that sweet spot inside on each stroke. Now I know why that red-haired girl was enjoying this so much. It really is good.

In the crowd is a girl with long blonde hair. She moves up close and reaches forward between my legs. She gazes up at me and smiles. I nod. She starts to rub my clit ever so gently. Now, this is heaven, I can feel Michael’s swollen manhood brushing my sweet spot while this girl strokes and caresses my clit. I close my eyes and try to forget about our audience, I just want to cum. But I can’t! No matter how good it feels, I am not getting close. Any my legs are getting tired too.

I ease myself off Michael, I hear him fall out with a ‘plop’. I ask him to get on top. I need to feel him deep inside me. I spread my legs and pull my knees back in anticipation. As he moves towards my hungry opening, I guide him in. He slides right in with his full depth. He pulls almost right out and does it again. At the same time, I can feel the girl up close to us; she is caressing my face while Michael thrusts so deeply. I can feel the sweat on his chest, I see the dampness in his hair. I think he is finding it as hard to cum as I am. He slows down again, drawing right out of me until I can feel him just caressing my lips before thrusting down with his full length. Then again, and again and again. I can feel the tension in his muscles as he seems to be willing himself onward. At last, one last deep thrust and a deep gasp as he cums inside me. He continues to pump three or four more times until he is spent. I love that feeling when I am full of his liquid, when I can feel both his juice and his member still inside me.

He kisses me tenderly as the girl rubs her hand through his damp hair. He lies there for a bit before pulling out. The girl finds a facecloth from somewhere and wipes the juices away from my pussy and where they have drained onto the mattress.

Then she does something unexpected. She bends over and kisses me, I feel her tongue between my lips, I open my mouth in anticipation. Our tongues touch, hers deep inside me. At the same time she reaches down to my swollen and wet pussy and starts to stroke me again. Quietly, she asks, “I want to taste you.” I nod.

She leans across my, running her tongue around my nipples, licking her way down to my womanhood. I feel her hair tickling against my skin as she explores my body. She finally gets down to my clit and teases it with her tongue.

I have never tasted a female before, but I look across at her cute bottom so close to my head. I reach across and gently motion her legs towards me. She gets the hint and moves to straddles my face. I look up at her so close to my face, her labia surrounded by trimmed blonde hair. I brace myself by holding her hips and raise my mouth to kiss her there. Her lips are engorged and wet but the taste and smell is sweet. Sweeter than I imagined. I imitate her motion on me, rubbing my tongue up and down her lips and then moving to her clit, large and protruding with the excitement. I then lick her lips again just to taste her juices. I can see why men just beg to go down on us,

The girl moves, and whispers to me that it is best if she concentrates on me first. She resumes by kneeling between my legs, I feel her slip her tongue inside me. Never before had a finger or a cock felt so good. Her tongue was everywhere, trying to devour my insides. Then she pulls it out and moves up. Her tongue makes contact with my clit, I just so want to cum, I am willing her to make it happen. She opens her entire mouth and devours me. Her entire mouth and lips are working on my clit. I feel the sensations build as she holds my hips to brace herself against my movements. I cry out when I cum, it’s just so wonderful as the feelings flood through me. She continues to lick and suck, it’s incredible. I feel the feelings building. I raise my hips, trying to force her face harder onto me. Again those feelings flood through me. But she doesn’t take her face away. I want her to stop and I want her to keep going. Once more I feel it build up, again I cry out. Again I cum.

It’s too much, I need to stop, I need to recover. I grab her head and ease it away from me. She looks at me and smiles.

“Now its my turn”

She lies down beside me and I take the hint. I kneel between her legs and bury my face in her cute, blonde – framed womanhood. All I want to do is devour this pretty young girl who has taken me places I never believed possible. I start to lick her lips, lick her clit. I let my feelings take over. Then I think, slow down, take it easy. I take her whole clit in my mouth and suck and lick it. She moves her hips, I hold onto her to keep contact. Still I continue to devour her. I feel her pressing her hips hard against my face. She reaches forward and holds my head. She cries out as she cums.

Just as she had done to me, I keep it up; again she presses her hips up hard against me, her pussy dripping; her juices running down my chin. Again she cries out. Again I had make her cum. Still I want to keep going.

“Oh yes, just like that”

She wants to cum. I keep stroking her clit. Again she cries out and I have to hold on as she cums again.

Then she sits up. I move along her body, kissing her tummy, her belly button, her breasts. I want to devour this wonderful girl who has brought be so much pleasure. She reaches forward and kisses me on the lips, my lips that are still wet with her juices. Then she pulls out from under me and disappears out of view.

I notice that the crowd around us is now a little smaller. Michael is kneeling nearby, his member starting to grow again.

“Are you alright?” I ask. “You look a little left out.”

“No, not at all darling, you two are the most beautiful people in the room, and that was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen”

He leans across and kisses me. I run my hands up his shaft and feel it start to grow again. I want to eat him too.

“Stand up Michael”

He did as he was told. I kneel before him and take him in my mouth. I can feel it grow. I remembered what the lady was doing when we saw her earlier in the evening and copied her. As well as running my lips up and down his shaft, I also use my hands on him. I feel him growing. There are still one or two watching us, but I couldn’t care less. This has been a special night for me, and one which would not have happened had he not pushed me a little. I want to taste his cum for the first time.

I feel some cum on the end of his shaft already, it tastes a little salty and not unpleasant. Hey, I think I learnt tonight that our bodies juices are something to relish, not something to be ashamed of. I continue to suck and to stroke. I hope he doesn’t take to long to cum, my neck and lips are starting to ache.

He can’t run his hands through my African hair, but he holds my head and strokes my cheek. I continue to suck, I want to feel him fill me up and I want to taste his masculine juices. I feel his muscles tighten, he grunts and he spurts into my mouth, again and again. It runs over my tongue and down my throat. Hey, it feels good. Every woman should do this. I want every last drop, so I run my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, licking away all of that lovely man – juice.

“Darling,” he says, “I think it is time for us to go.”

I grab our underwear and we make our way to the locker room. On the way, coming down the stairs, we see the couple who were sitting on the couch. Coming down the stairs from the ‘private rooms’. They are still holding hands only she is wearing nothing but roll top stockings and a smile and he just has the smile. His hair is untidy, hers is dishevelled. I think they had a fun time too.

In the locker room are large showers, big enough for the two of us. We shower together, Michael washes away the juices from between my legs, and then I wash him. We get dressed and head back to the hotel. It is not late, but a lot has happened in the last three hours or so.

EPILOGUE

I slept oh so soundly and I think Michael did too.

I awake with the unusual noises of the city. I feel a little confused. I notice that Michael is stirring.

“Michael”

“Yes darling”

“I am not sure where we go from here”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, last night was more wonderful than I imagined, but how do we repeat that?”

“Last night was special, and we will do it again sometime. But there is still you and me together. And anytime we want to we can make love together.”

He leans over and kisses me. I kiss him back. He runs his hands around to my bottom and fondles it. I get the hint and remove my nightie. He continues to kiss me, drawing my lips between his. At the same time he gently caresses my breasts, circling but not touching the nipples.

He holds me in his arms and hugs me close to him. I wrap my leg over his, and he reaches down and fondles my leg and thigh. He knows me, he knows which parts of me to rub hard and which parts to be gentle with.

He continues on my lower half. I spread my legs to give him access. He rubs my thighs, straying to my pussy lips before moving to the other thigh. He spends a little more time at my pussy, getting me hotter all of the time. All the time, he kisses my mouth, kisses the nape of my neck, kisses my nipples.

I reach down for his manhood, but it is hard and erect. I don’t need to stroke it, I just hold it. I wrap my fingers around it and feel the size and feel the hardness.

He then moves to my clit. He places his fingers each side of and starts to rub. Not too hard, not too soft, not too fast, not too slow. I feel the pleasure building. Every now and again, he rubs a little harder. My pleasure builds more and he must sense it. He gradually increases the pressure but not the speed. The familiar sensations build up and with a gasp I cum. He immediately stops, knowing I must be sensitive. That was just so good.

He starts on my pussy lips, preparing me for him. He slips one, then two fingers inside for a little while. Not too long, there is something much bigger to follow.

Silently, he rolls me on my back and lifts my right leg. I pull it out of the way and he slides underneath, his leg then over my left leg and his hips right where they should be. He takes his shaft and edges it forward. I take it from him and press it to me. He slowly enters me. I feel myself expand around his size.

He can’t kiss me, he is lower on the bed. He strokes my cheek and kisses by breasts. He holds my face, leaves my pussy alone. All the time, he thrusts gently. I reach down and feel myself. I feel his shaft inside me just below my fingers. I rub myself, not to make myself cum, just to feel good. All of the time he kisses my nipples and caresses my face.

I feel him quicken, he thrusts faster and then he thrusts very, very deep into me. He grunts as he cums. I feel him fill me, his juices and his shaft now inside me. He continues to lie inside me as I rest my leg on his hip. The juices are running out of me and down my legs.

“What about the sheet?” I ask

“It’s a present for the maid” he replies. “The stain is her souvenir that we love each other and we made love this morning in this bed.”

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On reading the couple’s advert they sounded just right, but it was the photo of her in her black lacy basque, black stockings and flowery satin briefs standing at the top of the stairs which really clinched it. She looked so hot I just had to write. I sent my letter and photo off describing one of my favourite fantasies as they had requested, not really expecting an answer back. So you can imagine my surprise when their reply landed. Opening the envelope I was still trying not to get my hopes up too high in case they turned out not to be interested.

But to my delight they were. Enclosed was a letter describing her fantasy of meeting a well built, muscular stranger and indulging in an afternoon of passionate, uninhibited, lustful sex. Her husband had given her the approval to do so and just wanted to know the intimate details from her when she returned, and if it worked out possibly to watch and even join in some time in the future. She had also enclosed an intimate photo of herself in another outfit of lingerie. Again she looked so sexy in that black satin lace up basque and stockings exposing herself to the camera I wanted her there and then. But I would have to wait.

We got in touch and arranged to meet at a hotel near her home town a couple of weeks later. So here I was now, sitting in the bar of the hotel waiting with bated breath for her to arrive. our room booked for the day ready for us upstairs. I was just starting on my second vodka when she arrived. Instantly recognisable from her photo she looked even better in the flesh. She had a great figure, complimented by her black knee length business suit, white blouse, and black stiletto’s. She must have recognised me from my photo too as she flashed a sexy smile and made straight towards me at my table. Over drinks it soon became apparent that we were both more than pleased with our choice as we laughed and touched each other over the table. Eventually I was so turned on I could hold back no longer and asked if she would like to join me upstairs. “I thought you’d never ask” she replied.

We left the bar and made our way upstairs in the lift. As soon as the doors of the lift closed we began kissing, unable to wait until we reached our room. Running our hands all over each other we heard the lift bell chime and broke off just in time as the doors opened and an elderly couple got in. We stood behind them grinning at each other like a couple of schoolkids and I playfully began to pinch her bottom whilst appearing to be just waiting for the lift to reach our floor. Finally the doors opened and we got out and headed for our room.

Once inside we began kissing passionately again and frantically tugging at each others clothes in an effort to get them off as quickly as possible. There was no gentleness here, this was just pure lust. Breathing heavily she undid my shirt pulled it back over my shoulders and quickly undid my belt. Pulling off her jacket and casting it aside I undid the buttons on her blouse and threw that in the direction of her jacket also. Unzipping my fly she slipped a hand inside my trousers and rubbed my quickly growing member, letting out a little appreciative MM. as she did so. Running my hands up her legs I pulled up her skirt to fondle her behind.

God the sexy bitch had stockings on as well. Undoing the catch and unzipping her skirt it fell to her feet and she stepped from it. She stood in front of me now just in white lace bra, briefs and suspenders with sheer black stockings and high heels. She really did look even better than the photos. “Wow, you look fantastic” I told her. I could tell from the smile on her face that she liked what she saw as well. She stepped back to me, knelt down and pulled down my trousers. Then she ran her hands back up my legs and pulled down my shorts too. I leaned back on the desk in the room as she wrapped her hands around my now thick, solid organ and began tossing me off expertly. Then bending her head she licked its shaft and flicked her tongue over its tip before taking me into her mouth and sucking me until it felt like my insides were turning out. She could tell from my groans how much I was enjoying this and I would have been quite happy to let her finish me off, but that would be a little selfish wouldn’t it.

I pulled back and she stopped and stood up to face me again. I turned her round so she stood beside the desk now, “Bend over, it’s your turn”. She leant over placing her hands on the desk, I stood behind her and ran my hands up the inside of her thighs and began to rub her through the silky white panties whilst kissing the nape of her neck. She moaned lightly with pleasure as I felt the dampness begin to seep through. I slipped her panties down and off and continued to rub her off from behind again. She was sopping by now. I stopped rubbing and bent over to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to have you now”. “Yes please” she gasped out. She leaned over a little further and I pushed into her, she was so wet it was quite easy but she still cried out as I entered. “Oh yes”. I screwed her rhythmically as we eyed each other in the mirror over the desk through half closed eyes.

Soon I wanted a change, “Get on the bed” she did so. Kneeling before me on the bed and she was a sight to behold . Gripping her hips I entered her again, this time doggy fashion, doing so in one long steady thrust. She cried out half through pain half through ecstasy as I buried myself up to the hilt in her wonderful folds. “Oh God, yes” she moaned as I continued to thrust into her. Bending over her I began to rub her nipples through the lace bra she still wore, breathing heavily in her ear. She reached round, unclasped it and threw it to one side as I bucked harder and harder still into her. I pulled out again and turned her over onto her back and lifting her legs over my shoulders

I pressed into her once more. Rubbing her thighs through the silky sheen of her stockings with one hand and her clit with the thumb of my other as I pounded away. Our tempo increased, as did our gasps and moans and finally feeling the surge emanating from deep inside me I speeded up even more and came inside her with short sharp thrusts which took her breath away with each sharp stroke. Our initial lust satisfied we lay there awhile enjoying the afterglow. “I’m certainly going to have plenty to tell my husband”, “You’ll have more than plenty, this is only just the beginning” I replied. “Well I can’t wait to find out what’s next.”

We lay a while longer and then arose for a shower. We stepped inside and kissed passionately as the water cascaded down over us and continued to do so for a few minutes, enjoying the different sensations. Then standing behind her I lathered her back, massaging it at the same time. I ran my hands round her front and cupped and soaped her breasts and then ran one hand down her front and rubbed her again whilst she ground her hips against me. I could feel myself getting hard again, she reached round and grabbed it and began to pull me off slowly as I continued to finger her under the spray of the water. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other intimately with the big, soft complimentary hotel towels and made our way back to the bed.

She rolled her stockings on once more and clipped them back to her suspender belt, “I just love the feel of them when I’m making love” she said. “You’re not the only one.” She lay down next to me again and we stroked each others bodies. Her touch was electric. I massaged her feet through her stockings and she relaxed into a state of blissfulness. I continued to run my hands up her legs and she opened them slightly so they could explore further. My fingers traced their way over the smooth bare flesh at the top of her thighs and slipped into her soft, wet, warmth.

She sighed lovingly as they did so. As they probed their way inside I licked at the lips of her sex with my tongue and she pulled me closer to her as I rolled it around her clit. Intent on making her come like this I continued but she pulled my head away. “Please, I need to feel you inside me.” She turned me onto my back and sat astride me. “This time lover, I’ll do the work” she said. She took my resumed hardness in her hand and slid slowly down onto it, her face contorting into a mask of pleasure as she did so. She rode me slowly at first grinding her hips into mine as she darted her tongue into my mouth. Laying back in this paradise I was quite happy to let her continue. Sitting upright again she began to bounce up and down harder.

I met each of her downward movements with an upward thrust and we both gasped out each time our hips bucked into each other. She fondled her own breasts as I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me harder still. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop” she gasped out between cries. I carried on bucking wildly into her until she cried out and collapsed onto me. Slowing down my strokes she lay there motionless across my chest, breathing heavily. I was still hard inside her and some way from my own climax. “You are fabulous” she whispered as she began to recover. “Thanks, but what am I going to do with this” I said pointing down. “Don’t worry, I’m not finished with you yet.” Thank heavens for that I thought.

She rolled off me and began to suck me off once more, gently tickling my balls with her fingernails. I lay there groaning as she sucked and wanked me at the same time, regulating her speed with my hand on her head. I could feel myself beginning to near my own climax now and she must have sensed this as well. Sucking harder she bobbed her head faster as I forced more and more of myself into her mouth with each stroke. I could feel her licking the tip as she sucked me and couldn’t control it any longer. I spurted deep into her mouth as she swallowed what she could and let the rest run from the sides of her mouth and down her chin. I’d never felt anything like it before.

We spent the rest of the day in bed continually making love as soon as we had both recovered. At one point she even phoned her husband and left the phone off the hook so he could hear what she was doing at the other end of the line. We left the next morning and arranged to meet again next month. I couldn’t wait to find out what she had in store. It was going to be a long 4 weeks.

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