Sex in Montpellier

*George:*

I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur’s front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell.

Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical and moral, that we dare not reveal to our closest friends.

I had told him about my masturbatory habits and my erection problems. He had confessed to a certain yen to watch women pee. Both had a fascination for older women. We had infrequent or no meaningful sex with our wives. We had exchanged nude photographs of them. Recently, Arthur had emailed, “Wouldn’t you like to fuck my wife?”

“That would be nice.” I indicated more than a certain yen for her.

“Make me a cuckold,” he had urged, “I’d love watching you do her.”

“I’d consider a threesome. Would she be interested?”

“Not in a million years,” he said. “But visit us for a weekend and we’ll see what happens.”

So there I stood. Outside of his door. Hearing the door chimes ring within. The door opened.

“Yes?” The nice lady looked at me quizzically.

“I’m looking for Arthur Emerson. He’s expecting me.”

“Arthur’s gone to Connecticut for the weekend,” the rather pretty, past middle-aged brunette said, dryly. “To visit a sick friend.”

“Oh Dear! That puts me in a bind,” I said. “I don’t know the city or where I’d find a hotel this time of day and I’m afraid I let my taxi drive away.”

The woman smiled. “Well come in and let’s see if we can get you straightened around.”

At the end of the dark hall I thought I saw something move in the shadows. Was it Arthur?

I dropped the thought, almost as it occurred. Mrs. Emerson extended a warm hand in greeting. “I’m Angela.”

“George.”

“Please come in and have a seat. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

When she returned, she wore a neat white blouse and a full skirt. She had touched up her hair and her make-up. Angela was a very attractive woman. She sat in a chair opposite to mine.

We talked about Arthur’s work and my own work before retirement. I mentioned being married. She graciously suggested that perhaps one day I might bring my wife to visit her and Arthur. All of the activities of the nation’s capital were in easy reach. Friends often used their house as a jumping-off point.

She suggested I stay for dinner. I of course accepted.

*Arthur:*

It WAS me that George saw. I was surprised. The plan had worked so far.

I had worried about how well the two of them would get along. Angela, 68, had started life as a country girl. George, was fourteen years older. However, he was very interested in fucking my wife after seeing a nude picture I had sent to him.

I was not sure how he would deal with Angela if they were alone. She had always resisted my hints about having sex with another man. I was not sure I should have put her in this awkward situation with George. It was not that I feared for her safety. I knew that he would not hurt her. I was concerned about her potential embarrassment. Perhaps, I was not sure that, after all, I wanted George to have the opportunity to fuck my wife. But indeed, beyond anything else, I wanted to watch it happen. Perhaps to join in.

I had decided not to tell my wife that I had invited George. I told her I was going on one of my frequent trips to Connecticut, where she knew I would be with Barbara, my eighty-year-old lover.

She had driven me to the Metro station and I bade her farewell. Later, when I knew she would be out, I took a taxi back to the house and hid, awaiting developments. When George arrived, I slipped up to the loft and into the area above the living space. George had caught a glimpse of me, as he came through the door. Angela had had her back to me or it might have been over before it began.

I had made the loft reasonably comfortable for a longish stay and drilled a hole in the ceilings above the living room and above our bedroom. I had inserted magnifying eye holes, which gave me views of the entire living room and bedroom. With the help of an unsuspecting computer buff, I had linked these lenses to the screen of my laptop computer. Thus, I did not need to move around to view my wife’s activities. From here on, it was up to George!

Angela, a sweet lady, after giving George a meal, led him into the living room. He told her he should be looking for a hotel room. She suggested that he might like a shower first.

*George:*

When I had showered and returned to the living room, Angela served drinks. We sat around, very comfortably and Angela appeared taken with my almost shy manner. But I told stories and made her laugh. Angela revealed her passion for country music and asked if he cared to hear her favorite CD.

Soon, she was jigging to the music, on the couch, and appeared excited. She sat closer to me. I thought she might be becoming a bit tipsy. Her wiggling body moved tantalizingly close. I became impressed with the lady’s shapely figure. I began, in fact, undressing her with my eyes, bringing to mind the nude picture that Arthur had emailed to me.

I mentioned that I should start looking for a hotel room or she was going to be stuck with me for the night.

“I believe you’re an honorable man. If you’re real nice, I might ask you spend the night,” said Angela, much to my surprise.

“That would be too kind,” I replied.

“In the spare room, of course,” she said.

“Of course.”

“I’m sure no friend of Arthur’s would take advantage of an elderly lady who has been left to herself for the weekend.” Angela seemed to be making just a bit too much of it.

“Mrs. Emerson, you’re not elderly. You are a pretty still in full bloom, a grand lady in her prime.”

Angela’s face broke into a full smile. “You know, young man,” she teased, “flattery just might gain you an upgrade for the night. The question is, could I trust you not to tell Arthur?”

“You can trust me with everything. Your reputation, your virginity,” I waved my hands in the air. “Your . . .whatever. . .

“Especially my whatever,” laughed my lovely hostess. “Would you care for another drink.”

A slower song came on. Angela, impulsively, sat on my lap. She tilted her head back over my shoulder, to allow me an unobstructed view down her blouse. She revealed her full set of mature tits.

“Was it a little inebriated teasing?” I asked myself.

As she squirmed on my lap, my hand caressed Angela’s bare belly, peeping from below her white blouse.

I nibbled at her ear. “Angela, you have a sexy navel, nice and deep.”

Angela giggled She moved my hand away and squeezed it. “I’m ticklish there.”

My arm encircled her waist, under her blouse. “I bet I could find a lot more ticklish spots,” I countered, “if I weren’t afraid of getting my face slapped.”

Angela giggled conspiratively. “I imagine you could find most anything you want but I can’t imagine you being stopped by the threat of a little old slap.”

Men of my age seldom find themselves in such delicious situations. I watched her eyes closely. “I would very much like to find them all!”

Angela appeared mesmerized. The drinks, I am sure, contributed to her feelings but there was more to her mood. It was if she were suddenly free of inhibition. This woman, wriggling on my lap, became a seething mass of sexuality. More than drink was involved here. Much more.

I rubbed my hands around her smooth tummy and tickled her ribs. She watched the shape of my hand under her blouse as it neared her titties. She watched like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You make me feel so. . . so. . . restless,” she squirmed.

“All the better to eat you up.” I jested, in the fashion of the Big Bad Wolf.

“Ooooh. Tell me more.”

“You make me want to do very naught things to you.”

“Whatever do you have in mind?” she enquired, in mock innocence.

I surmised that, by now, we had passed the point of no return. So, I took a very bold chance

“I think I would like to start out by eating your sweet, little pussy.”

“You wouldn’t!” she gasped.

“I truly would.” Now we had truly taken off, I felt.

“I couldn’t let you do that.” Angela got a faraway look in her eye. “Arthur used to like doing that to me,” she said wistfully. “I’ve never cheated on him.”

“I’d make it enjoyable,” I promised.

“I’m sure you would,” said Angela

“Do you have a lot of kinky hair down there?”

“That’s personal!” For a moment, I was not sure if I had offended or titillated her.

“I need to check it out.” I persisted, “I’m an official pussy inspector. I have a sworn duty to. . .”

“You’re absolutely impossible. . .” She covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

“Your pussy curls. . . I look on them as nature’s dental floss. The supply must be protected.”

*Arthur:*

I watched every movement of George’s hand. I looked away - but briefly. My own equipment was working overtime, swelling and becoming as hard as it had been in recent years. Angela arched her back, her eyes closed, a pleasurable grin expanding her mouth.

I was definitely conflicted. I thought to myself. George’s an old man. He surely can’t be coming onto her like that. He’s aggressive and made comments about women he had been with. I had believed, however, that my Angela would never let another man touch her. She was clean and innocent.

I stretched out, in my confined space, and tried to ease the constriction in my groin area. I was definitely aroused. While briefly away from the visuals, I rethought the whole thing. This was my long-married wife and my friend down there. I had a huge hard on with the slick pre-cum seeping out. I was so aroused, that I definitely wanted it to happen. I wanted to see them fuck. I returned to the screen, to watch.

George had cupped my Angela’s sweet, soft breasts in his palms. That almost made me cum!

She tugged at George to sit on the floor next to the little table. She sat on his lap. She slowly placed her dainty hands over George’s hands with the long slender fingers and the masses of brown age spots and directed them back onto her belly.

George did not miss a beat. He toyed with her soft, somewhat wrinkled, skin and her deep, ticklish navel. They finished their drinks. I thought the night was finished and that now they would go to their separate bedrooms.

But Angela guided George’s hands toward her sagging breasts. He hesitated and looked at her, solemnly. Polite and careful man that he was, knowing I was probably watching, he asked, “Are you all right with this?”

My heart was torn! His hands fondled and pinched my wife’s rounded, titties. I had the erection of my life. I wanted it to happen. There was something hypnotizing about my grandmotherly wife, though innocent of other men, being willingly handled by a man twelve years her senior.

The fact that he was not a handsome devil, and a bit overweight, got me worked up. What could she see in him? I sat, like a boy with a new toy, letting another man seduce my wife into doing things I had only imagined. I made up my mind to enjoy the inevitable. I would not spoil things for my wife. I said to myself, “Me? I’m OK with whatever Angela’s wants.”

*George:*

Angela bit her lip as if in deep thought. “George, do you think that sex is dirty?”

“Some say, that if it isn’t, you’re not doing it right.”

“Oh You!” She slapped playfully at me.

“I’m serious. We get most turned on by what, in our culture, is forbidden.”

“Do I turn you on?” I enquired.

I placed her hand on the expanded lump at my crotch. “What would you say?”

Her generous, full, lips formed a perfect “O.” “Ohhh! You really must really be thinking very dirty thoughts.” She smiled. “Are they about me?”

“Very much so,” said I.

“Would you care to share them with me?”

“Only if I can play with your soft, round bottom and maybe let me spank it a little.”

She giggled. “You really are a dirty old man.”

“Not as dirty as I would like to be!” I ran my left hand up the outside of her solid calf, to a rounded, firmer thigh. I pulled her close and cupped the left cheek of her buttocks.

Angela offered no resistance. Indeed, she was now giving me tacit encouragement to proceed. Though mature in life, she appeared almost innocently virginal in sexual adventure. She was, I think, as curious as I.

“You make me frightfully randy,” she murmured. “I have no will to resist you.”

I caressed her naked breasts. “They’re not quite ‘little girl’ titties but the nipples are so lovely. They want to be played with.”

Angela moaned. “I’d love to be your young lassie, but these old titties are what I have.”

She leaned back and kissed me, open mouthed, while I fondled her breasts. I wondered if Arthur, at this moment, were watching me. I squeezed her fine, sagging teats and also played with – and pinched – her nipples. She moaned and shifted her body. Every few minutes, we made eye-contact and kissed with much playing of our tongues.

I moved my hands lower. I asked about her bush. “Am I going to find lots of nice, curly hair down there? I know you’re going to be tight.”

She smiled and let out a long slow, “Ohhhh!” sound. “You make me feel so terribly naughty.” Angela said, as she unbuttoned her skirt, loosened the zipper and lowered the waistband enough to tease me.

“Oh God! Touch me.” This, from a lady who, Arthur had told me, did voluntary work at the local church!

*Arthur:*

George had his hand under my wife’s skirt, just over where her nether pink lips and clit would be. He teased her with his fingertips. Her hips moved writhed with pleasure. Angela loved what he was doing to her and I loved watching. One of her hands stole behind her. I assumed it found George’s crotch. At this point I was blown away! My dear, prudish wife, Angela was holding his cock. This old man had her topless, rubbing her pussy under her skirt. Now, she was playing stroking his dick! They paused between wet kisses.

He said, “Remove your skirt. Let me see your pretty legs and your sexy pussy fur.”

He tugged at the waistband of her skirt. She gracefully lifted her hips for him to pull the skirt from under her. That aroused me further. Now he could now view the entire length of her legs, topped off by her pink panties!

He spread her legs and positioned himself inside of her knees. She held both hands over her pussy and appeared shy for the first time.

He said, “You want me to take my pants off, to even the score?”

Angela said “Oh, yes! Please! I want see you.”

He kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and briefs and stepped out of them. He knelt before her. His hard penis pushed up and out, pointing at her. She could not help but look at it. It was not huge, perhaps seven inches – but it was thick.

I thought to myself, “If he fucks her with that, she’ll never be able to feel me inside her again. . .”

He gave her panties a tug. She did not lift and give him ‘permission.’ He removed her hands from her pussy. The crotch, dark and slick, was soaked. Even tucked away in my viewing corner, I imagined I smelled her slick, feminine juices. He looked her in the eyes.

“Don’t hide from me. You want me to see you. Let me slide them off.”

She watched his eyes as he clutched the narrow elastic of her panties. She put an arm around his neck and lifted her butt. He slowly pulled her panties away from her bush and her slit. Angela lay, completely naked, her wet creamy pussy exposed. She lay back against the couch, waiting for George’s next move.

Being a bit drunk, she had started this thing, but it was clear that George was now in control. Each time he touched her, she moaned. She was obviously fixated on his swollen cock. He kissed her and confidently introduced a middle finger, slowly and firmly, up her twat. She moaned. Her body convulsed at his touch. George didn’t seem to notice, but I knew she had a minor orgasm. George had barely touched her clit and she was coming for him!

Her head lay back against the couch cushion, her legs splayed wide. Her hips lifted off the carpet as she erupted again – with a second, stronger, orgasm. George played with her tits and titillated her clitty with his fingers. She moaned and manipulated the head of his cock.

He kept asking, “You like that, Angela? Tell me what you like.”

Obediently, she looked into his eyes. “I want. . . you. . . to. . .fuck me.” She whispered, “Fuck me hard!”

Her legs drew up, knees parted, as he mounted her. He plowed into her hard, her hands scratching his back, her legs locked over his. George worked his stiff cockhead into her and pressed into her. In and out of her he went, over and over again. My Angela’s pussy was getting fucked. I listened to the hot, wet, slushy, sounds as he pumped his cock into my wife’s hungry hole. She gripped his clenched, scrawny buttocks with both hands and tried to pull him deeper into her.

Abruptly, George withdrew from her. His cunt-soaked cock, swollen to near bursting, glowed obscenely in the lamplight.

“Noooo!” moaned Angela. “Please fuck me. I need more.”

George turned quickly on the floor. Carefully but firmly, he guided his cunt-soaked prick, to her soft, parted, lips. Slowly, he pushed the head into her mouth. She opened further to receive his thick, slick-with-her-juices, cock.

I could not believe what I was seeing. He pumped that hard cock in and out of my Angela’s small, sucking mouth. And she accepted it! My loving wife had given George her pussy. Now she was sucking his thick cock, with the same mouth she kisses me with! She sucked him, as I had taught her to suck me. She cupped his hairy scrotum and massaged his balls. She toyed with his asshole, fingering it lovingly, as I had taught her to play with mine.

He held my wife’s head and thrust his cock deep into her throat, until she had it all. From his open-mouthed, frozen, expression, I knew he had shot his first spurts of cum. He backed off as he came and pulled out of her mouth. I clearly saw her mouth oozing with slippery, slimy spunk. Still, he shot his thick cum at her face. He rubbed it with the smooth head of his dick. While he leaned into her she pulled on his smooth ass cheeks, encouraging him to fuck her pretty face. He gently rubbed his dick on her open mouth.

Finally he lay on his side. “That was fantastic, Angela. Now, stretch out beside me.”

Using her soft inner thigh, near her crotch, as a pillow, he brought his mouth close to her pussy and extended his tongue to touch her clit.

“Ooooooh!” gasped Angela. “I’m so tender there and so sensitive.

“Let’s do each other,” said George.

Lying on her side, she pulled his softening manhood into her mouth and pushed a hand between his hairy legs to softly caress his ass. For the next five minutes, my wife lay with his limp dick in her mouth, nursing it like a baby, while he teased her clit with his tongue.

After she came gently, for the fourth time, I thought she might fall asleep nursing his spent cock. I thought it time let her know I was there. My cock was as hard as a rock from watching her get filled with cock. George had done a fine job at seduction.

My dick throbbed in my trousers. I could not believe what I had seen. My friend had turned on my wife more than I ever had. It was surprising that I had not cum in my pants. Indeed, from all the precum down there it would be hard to say that I had not.

While they were still in post-coital bliss, I left the loft and exited by a side door.

*George:*

I lay on my back, Angela astride me, my spent cock still deep in her mouth.

The front door opened and closed. Someone shouted, “Hello, Darling, it’s me!”

“Dear God! It’s Arthur!” Angela tried, vainly, to pull away from me, her new lover.

I could see that my lipstick had left smears all over his chest and I felt a primal surge of possessiveness, seeing my mark all over him. It made me want to burn my memory on his brain for the rest of his life. I set about doing just that, but when my roaming hand came across the engorged flesh straining his jeans, he grabbed my hand and pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, out of breath.

“Don’t go there yet…I am feeling way too good right now. If you start doing that I won’t get to take my time with you, and that is all I have wanted to do for months.”

“Oh John!” I gushed, as the similarities in our feelings became painfully obvious. We were both trying to make it special and memorable for the other person while the whole time we were both about to die from an overdose of lust. I looked him in the eye and gave him my most seductive smirk. “Who said we can’t take our time later?” I emphasized my query by running my hand back over his swollen member, tracing the outline with my fingertips and circling the distinct head with my thumb until a dark spot of moisture appeared on the denim. I heard a deep, tortured groan right before his hands grabbed my arms and pulled me back into him, kissing me deeply again as his hands went for the hem of my shirt.

“You,” he gasped around my lips, “are going to be sorry you said that.” The next thing I knew my shirt was being yanked off over my head and his mouth was attached to my right nipple, biting and sucking through the purple lace as he ripped at the hooks in the back. As soon as my large breasts were freed to his gaze he stopped, cupped them both lovingly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “My God, these are more beautiful in person than I could ever imagine.” That brief meditation over, he resumed his assault on my nipples, switching off between them and using his hands as well as his mouth.

“That feels so fucking good baby!” I groaned while trying to undo my zipper and receive his torturous attentions at the same time. We became more frantic with each other the closer my zipper got to being open until he eventually shoved my hands out of the way and started yanking my jeans down over my ass. I picked up where he left off on his own zipper, until we were tangled up together in a mass of limbs, his hands squeezing my bare ass and my hand on his rock hard cock. The feeling of his hard flesh jumping in my palm sent me through the roof, and I sank to my knees right there in front of him, tangled clothes and all. I intended to spend much more one on one time with his beautiful thick cock later, but at that moment I had to taste him at least once, had to feel him thrust inside my mouth at least once before I could even think about anything else.

“Oh…yessssss!” he hissed as he watched my moist pink lips sink down onto his shaft. I looked up at him from on my knees, meeting his gaze as I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and used the other to massage his balls. I inhaled his scent, that powerful lusty aroma again, tasted his salty precum and fell in love with his cock as I licked my way up and down, sucking and teasing and pumping with my mouth. I swallowed his thrusts until he made me stop, not wanting to finish that way yet. “Get on the bed baby,” he commanded, pulling me to my feet. I stripped off the rest of my clothes as I went, leaving me completely naked and exposed as I lay on my back before him.

“Open your legs,” he ordered. I complied, revealing my cleanly shaven pussy that was visibly soaked for him. When I saw how close he was staring, I reached down and slid my fingers inside myself, rubbing my swollen clit while he watched from the foot of the bed. Gulping, he pulled it together long enough to rip away his last few garments and join me. John literally dove on me, like a hunter attacking its prey, and pushed my hand out of the way only to replace it with his face. I felt his tongue licking at me, his mouth sucking on my inner lips and eventually my clit.

Just as I began trembling from the pleasure, hovering at the brink of orgasm, he climbed up on his knees and positioned himself at my entrance. We locked eyes in the exact moment that he plunged his cock deep inside me up to the hilt, both of us screaming from the sheer perfection. I could feel every inch penetrate me, he could feel my tight wet pussy closing around him and clamping down on his shaft. Neither one of us lasted long that first time; we both began pumping like rabbits, fast and furious. A massive orgasm rocked through us both at the same time, leaving me shaking and panting, and leaving John pumping his hot fluid deep inside my welcoming body.

When we finished shaking he lay there in my arms, still deep inside me. I pulled him close, not wanting him to leave me yet, trying to make the feeling of being complete last just a tiny bit longer. He lowered his lips to mine and I could taste myself on him. I began sucking his lips clean, loving the fact that he was covered in me. It was such an erotic sensation, and I was already getting aroused again. When I told him how much it was turning me on, he said that he could relate.

“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if he meant what I thought he did.

“Well…the thought of your pussy, coated in my cum…God, it drives me crazy. If I didn’t need a few minutes before getting hard again, I would already be fucking you.”

“Oh my God, that’s getting me even hotter!” I exclaimed, looking up at him with passion in my eyes.

“Then I know just what you need!” He got this excited look on his face and started kissing down my body, licking up our combined sweat and lapping at my nipples some more. He kept going until he reached my swollen core. At that point he stopped for a second and pulled back, spreading my lips wide with his thumbs. “Oh fuck! Just look at this wet pussy! It’s covered with a mixture of us. That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I like seeing my cum on you baby, it’s like marking my territory.”

With that said, he lowered his mouth to me, lapping up our juices. I watched his tongue move on me, and knew that I had never been so turned on in my life. He looked drunk, or like a starving man who’d just been given his first meal. His eyes were closed in concentration, and his tongue moved in the most wicked circles, up and down, dipping into the hole and coming back up to work at my clit. He slid his thumbs that were holding me open down and into my pussy, fucking me with them as he sucked on my clit. It felt so amazing that I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I began moaning loudly and squeezing my nipples, bucking my hips into his face. At one point he stopped and brought one of his thumbs up to my mouth.

“Here baby, taste us. Taste how fucking good we are together.” I sucked his thumb into my mouth as he fastened back onto my clit, and I started moaning even louder around his thumb. We did taste wonderful, it was the flavor of sex and lust and primal need. I sucked and sucked on his thumb, squeezing my breasts and thrusting into his face, feeling my pussy clamping down on the two fingers he was now shoving inside me while devouring my clit. I put my hand on the back of his head and began shoving harder, fucking his whole face, and the tightened coil inside me just snapped. I began screaming, bucking and shaking, and I could hear him groaning from between my legs. When I had quieted down, he looked up at me with a lusty grin. “That was the tastiest treat I’ve ever had! God…I am rock hard again! What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Come here!” I said, looking deep into his eyes with every ounce of need that I felt. As soon as he got back up on his knees and between my legs, my expression went from needy to mischievous. I clamped my thighs around him and grabbed his arms, flipping him over on the bed as I rolled.

“Whoa! What are you doing young lady?” he teased. I knew from our conversations that he liked having a woman on top, and I wanted to show him that I could be just as good as he was.

“It’s my turn to torture you for a while.” I grinned evilly. I took his hands and pinned them up by his head, leaning down and kissing him seductively. I could feel his hard cock brushing against my ass, sliding against my skin. I backed up slightly, until I felt his cock slipping between my legs, and I began gliding against it, rubbing it in my juices.

“Oh God….that’s not fair. That’s downright cruel. God, it feels so good!” I watched his eyes roll back into his head and giggled, working my hips on him a little harder. I felt the thick tip of his swollen member brushing against my clit, and I focused on that, sliding more forcefully against it, using his shaft to masturbate.

“Oh John…your cock feels so fucking good against me. Can you feel my hard clit rubbing you?” I leaned over and licked his nipple, sucking it into my mouth.

“Yessssssss,” he hissed through clenched teeth, eyes closed to the agony. I decided to step it up, raising up on him with my breasts proudly on display. I pulled his hands up to my tits and made him squeeze them roughly, until he took over on his own. I then leaned back with my hands behind me on his thighs, thrusting my tits out farther toward him and arching my back. “You are so fucking beautiful!” he said below me, staring up at the lovely picture I had displayed for him. I pulled up slightly, just enough room to reposition his cock so that it was probing my entrance. I looked down at him, and with no words spoken I slowly lowered myself on his shaft. Just partially…just the tip. Just enough for him to feel how tight and wet I was, gripping the head of his cock. He groaned deeply and instinctively started to thrust up into me, but I pulled away so that he never went farther than about an inch deep.

“How long can you take it baby? How long can you handle feeling my soaking wet pussy around your cock and not sinking it all the way in?” I could tell that my words were affecting him too, he began moaning deeper and tossing his head from side to side, caught in exquisite torture. I slid a tiny bit deeper on him, then pulled back. “Can you feel that? Don’t you want to be all the way inside?”

“Oh fuck! Just looking at you like that is making me want to cum. You are killing me here!” I grinned wickedly again, completely high on being able to make him desperate for me. I didn’t want him to be able to hold out much longer, I only wanted him to need it as badly as I did. I had heard of people continually delaying pleasure, but I was NOT one of those people. I got my wish quickly when after one more swivel of my hips made him cry out, and his hands flew from my tits down to my hips. He grabbed them tight and pulled me down hard, while at the same time thrusting his cock up into me with every ounce of strength he had. We both screamed at the sensation of my body being impaled, and he had the added bonus of seeing his shaft disappearing inside me.

I moved up and down on him, up and down, feeling my pussy gripping him tightly. He kept on thrusting, and they were wonderful, deep thrusts. When I felt that we were getting close, I got up on my feet and leaned over him, using his hands for leverage. This left room for even deeper thrusting, and I bounced and moved on him until I was ready to scream. I felt myself starting to cum, and I yelled out while pounding myself down onto him. As soon as he felt me milking his cock he was lost, and he gave himself up to the lust once again, pumping his seed deep inside me through his final thrusts and our screams. I fell over onto his chest, kissing his skin and holding him tight. He wrapped his arms around me and we settled into a nice afternoon nap.

About an hour later I opened my eyes, feeling that I had just finished the most erotic dream of my life. When I realized that the body I was snuggled against was real, I almost wept for joy. This was the first time in my entire life that my reality had been better than my dreams. John was still sleeping, so I decided to have some fun and explore the body that had brought me such pleasure. I started to run my hands over his chest and stomach, feeling the course hair and loving the texture. I worked my way down to his thighs with long, lazy circles. He moaned briefly in his sleep, but kept on dreaming. I studied his dick, thinking it was beautiful even while at rest. As I kept up my slow caresses up and down his legs, I noticed that his shaft was beginning to stir. I glanced up quickly, but he was still fast asleep. Smiling wickedly, I leaned over him sideways, bringing my face right in contact with my waking buddy.

I lightly ran my fingertips along its length, bringing them up to circle the tip. There was an immediate reaction, his cock stiffening further and beginning to rise. I knew a hunger at that moment that I had never felt before, so I glanced back up to make sure he was still asleep and then I started flicking the tip with my tongue. He tasted so good that I had to have more, sliding his shaft inside my lips further, feeling it thicken fully inside my mouth. I began to take him all the way in, sliding up and down with my tongue making circles around the tip inside my mouth. I heard a loud groan, and then the next thing I knew a hand was on the back of my head, holding me in place as his hips began thrusting. I continued to swallow his thrusts, moaning around his cock, loving the feel of him gliding between my lips.

“Oh God!” he cried out, thrusting harder. I felt a hand start to glide up the back of my thigh, creeping between my legs and probing at my entrance from behind. He slid in easily, entering my hot wetness with two fingers. “Oh fuck! You’re so wet!” I moaned louder around his thick cock, backing into his fingers as he thrust inside my mouth. We carried on that way for a few more minutes until his breathing became very frantic. “Please…I need to be inside you. I thought I could finish this way, but I have to feel you one more time.”

This pleased me to no end, because I was just wishing that I could have him inside me again. I pulled him slowly out of my mouth, climbing over him and straddling his cock, facing towards his feet. I slid down greedily onto his shaft, arching my back and moving slowly on him. It only took a few thrusts while watching my ass move up and down for him to grab my hips and push me forward. I went down on all fours, feeling him reposition himself behind me. Before I knew it he was up on his knees, grabbing my hips and shoving himself deep inside me again. I pushed back against him, meeting him, as he would pound his perfect cock into me from behind. I looked back at him over my shoulder and smiled wickedly.

“That’s it baby, fuck me! Oh God, don’t stop, fuck me until you cum! Can you feel how wet I am for you? How much my pussy wants you? Oh fuck yessssss! Oh John!” I started moaning and I didn’t stop, needing him more than he could ever know. He grabbed my hair at the base of my skull like a harness, pulling my head back and fucking me even deeper. He brought his other hand down on my ass in a hard crack, leaving a sting that felt so good. I moaned deeply, not believing how turned on I was.

“That’s my girl! That’s my naughty little girl! I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. You are mine! Mine! My wicked, naughty little girl!” I felt one hand dip into my juices around where we joined and was then surprised to feel a finger probing at my rear entrance. He slowly worked it inside, pushing slightly, entering my puckered opening, as I would thrust back into him. I had never felt so full in my life, and it was exquisite. I began shaking, barely able to hold myself up, and my pussy clamped down on him tighter than I had ever felt before. I began screaming, feeling my orgasm rip through me like a knife. “Yes! That’s it, that’s my good girl! Cum for me, let yourself go! Oh God, you feel so amazing,” he moaned through clenched teeth, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming too! Oh God, my sweet little girl!” He began bucking his hips frantically, spurting his love with an intensity that made him weak.

We collapsed in a heap on the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs. I looked at him lovingly, seeing the contentment on his face. I took a moment to myself to wish on the impossible, that this man was mine to call my own. I knew that it would never be, I could never ask for more from him than what he was giving me today. However, I still felt elated. I knew that he would never be mine, but I also knew now that true physical pleasure was possible, and thanks to him I now knew exactly the type of man to look for in the future. I was grateful to him for showing me how to live again, giving me hope for the first time in a long time.

“Hey,” I whispered to him, seeing his heavy eyelids starting to droop again, “I do believe I was promised lunch.”

“Well,” he chuckled, “how about some room service? I don’t particularly want to be anywhere right now other than where I am.” We both smiled broadly, looking into each other’s eyes.

“You took the words right out of my mouth!” I giggled, leaning over to give him another kiss.

The hands were still on her though, and they continued to move with expertise between the thighs, which were once again teased open. The feelings now emanating from deep within her cunt were exciting for Wendy, she felt really wet, her panties were soaking, and she was now really enjoying the fingers getting to her most intimate spots. When one hand found her clit, and began to rub it with expert precision, Wendy realised that if she didn’t put an end to it all, she would be completely embarrassed by having an orgasm right there and then in the pub. She couldn’t do it–it was too big a risk for her.

‘No, no, boys, no more, it’s too nice, and people can see us. You’ll have to stop, I’m sorry, please stop,’ she pleaded, but the hands still caressed her, and held her legs open, and her pants were absolutely soaking by now.

She didn’t really want the feelings to stop, as genuine, gentle foreplay was something she had rarely experienced since the very early days of her 18 year marriage, and she did appreciate the way the old boys had caressed and teased her into this very vulnerable and erotic state, but she insisted on stopping, and eventually the hands slid gently down and off her legs, under much protest from the old men, and Wendy was able to return to a display of decency.

She wanted to go into the loo and finish herself off, but all she could do was subside slowly and naturally, and when Bill said,–

‘Why don’t you come and have a bit of Tom’s birthday cake at his place, it’s delicious–he made it all himself,’ Wendy felt sorely tempted to go and have a coffee, and try and sober up a little before she went home. She felt randy and knew the cake was just an excuse to try and tempt her to go back with them, but again she knew it wouldn’t be right in her position, particularly in a small village such as this.

‘Thanks very much, but I have to get home now–you go and enjoy it, save me a piece and I’ll have it later in the week,’ she smiled, but neither of them would move away from the table and Tom continued,

‘You don’t have to get home just yet, young Wendy, it’s my birthday and it’s only a couple of minutes down the road, isn’t it? Just a quick cup of coffee and a piece of cake, and then you can get home to that husband of yours,’ he chuckled. ‘After all, it’s only 11o’clock now, isn’t it. Come on now,’ and he stroked her thigh once more, as if pleading on behalf of the poor pensioners association.

‘You know, you are awful, you naughty old man, what will people think.’

‘You’re only coming back to have a bit of birthday cake, and it is Christmas isn’t it, and anyway, Bill’s there to protect you, isn’t he.’

‘He’s as bad as you are, you’re as bad as one another,’ Wendy grinned. ‘Just a quick cup of coffee and a piece of cake then, and then I must get home,–and no monkey business, OK. You go on ahead and I’ll see you there in a few minutes.’

‘You’d better come young Wendy or we’ll come looking for you, you know,’ laughed Bill, as the two men eventually got to their feet and made their way to the door of the pub.

Wendy waited a while, and tried to catch the eye of her friend Alice in the other bar. When she did, Alice came into the snug and the two women whispered to one another, their words interspersed with giggles and raucous laughter, the main point being Wendy’s request to Alice to come and keep her company at Tom’s place, having cake and coffee etc.etc. Alice promised that she would try and get along a little later, but she was involved with the group in the bar, and she was enjoying being chatted up by Jeff at the moment–’know what I mean, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.’

‘He’s got a wonderful cock, you know,’ laughed Wendy, recalling the feel of the pantomime cow. ‘Don’t mention anything to anyone, will you, and please try and come down.’

They were very close friends, and had been for years, and Wendy knew that when she left by the snug door, her destination would be known only to Alice. She slid quietly out and hurried down the dark road towards the bumpy lane that housed Tom’s little bungalow, her thighs in the little green costume now cold in the December night.

The green boots trotted over the cobble stones of the old path that led up to Tom’s front door, and by now Wendy was freezing in the night air. She banged on the knocker as quietly as she could, although the place seemed in darkness, but very soon a dim light appeared under the big, wooden door, and slowly it creaked open and there stood Tom, grinning from ear to ear.

‘You come in young Wendy, and get yourself warm by the fire–go into the back room and I’ll get you a nice hot coffee and a piece of my lovely cake.’

‘It’s freezing tonight isn’t it. I expect we’ll get a white Christmas, don’t you?’ replied Wendy, as she made her way through the door and towards the back room, keeping her head down under the low ceilings. It was a tiny little bungalow, probably as old as Tom himself, but he kept it neat and tidy, and Wendy cheered up as she saw the log fire that had been smouldering during the evening while they had been out. It had been stoked up and more logs had recently been added, and now it was roaring, the flames shooting up the chimney.

She moved over the carpeted floor to the fire-place and joined Bill with his back to the warm fire, so that the heat quickly hit the back of her legs and the rear of her body, and very soon she had forgotten all about the cold outside. Only a couple of lighted candles and the flames from the fire lit the room, and it felt snug and warm in a cosy fashion.

Wendy and Bill stood close together, both warming themselves in front of the logs.

‘Glad you could come,’ grinned Bill, and he slid his arm round her waist and slyly let his hand rest on her bottom over the tunic.

‘It’s nice for us old ‘uns to have some young, attractive company round once in a while, especially as it’s old Tom’s birthday,’ and his hand rubbed the tunic up and down her bottom in a friendly but teasing manner. Wendy was feeling much warmer now, and went along with the compliments by putting her own arm around Bill’s waist, and they cuddled together as they stood enjoying the warmth behind them.

As Tom entered the room carrying the tray with coffee and cake on it, Bill continued his exploration of Wendy’s shapely bottom, and craftily put his hand under the tunic to feel the firm cheeks of her arse through her tights and green costume pants.

‘You know, Tom, young Wendy’s got a lovely figure hasn’t she, real nice and curvy and cuddly,’ Bill said in his country ‘yokel’ accent.

‘What, after three children–not really you know,’ replied Wendy, trying to sound confident without blushing. Tom handed her the mug of coffee, and she smelt straight away that it had more brandy in it—

‘You naughty boy, Tom, you’ve put brandy in this haven’t you, you’re still trying to get me drunk aren’t you?’ she giggled, but she took a sip and put it down on the little mantlepiece over the fire.

‘It’ll keep you warm when you go out in the cold again–can’t have you catching cold, can we,’ said Tom as he moved beside her and drank from his own mug. Wendy was between the two of them again, and could still feel Bill’s hand toying with her bottom, and soon Tom had put his own arm round her waist from the other side. She made no objection, as this was now the privacy of someone’s house, and she could handle these two old men, couldn’t she–couldn’t she?! She moved away from them and took a mouthful of cake from the plate on the table and then went back towards the fire place.

‘It’s delicious Tom, did you really make it yourself?’ she asked.

‘Course I did, and you’re delicious too, now come back here and keep warm and warm us up too,’ he giggled as he grabbed Wendy’s arm and pulled her back into place between him and Bill. Straight away the two men put their arms round her waist again, only this time Tom also put his other arm across the front of her waist and then nibbled at her ear before urging,

‘Give us another kiss, Wendy, this one’s for Christmas, come on, we don’t get much chance anymore, do we Bill?’

‘I said no monkey business didn’t I, you wicked thing,’ she laughed, but she was feeling quite relaxed again and whispered, ‘Just one then,’ and she turned her head and offered her lips to the birthday boy.

Tom held her tightly with both arms now, but still Bill managed to keep stroking her bottom under the tunic, and as Wendy and Tom once again engaged in a full-blown open mouthed snog, Bill’s hand started to squeeze and pull at the lovely cheeks, kneading them up and down and apart, caressing them and running a finger right down between the cheeks, through the tights.

Wendy was in turmoil again–this wasn’t what she normally did, nor even contemplate doing, and she didn’t know whether to call a halt there and then, but the feelings were nice, and it was Christmas, and Alice might at least appear in a moment. These men were old enough to be her father, so it didn’t seem all that bad, really–was it?

She continued pushing her tongue in and out of Tom’s mouth, and made no move to stop the hand doing wonderful things to her bottom, but then Tom’s arm on her stomach moved down slowly, and rested on the very bottom of the front of her short tunic.Wendy came up for air and was panting from the kiss, as she moved her own hand down to cover Toms, and protested half-heartedly,

‘No Tom, you mustn’t, I’ll have to go in a minute,’ but Tom was too strong, and just moved his hand down further, under the tunic, with Wendy’s hand no match at all as she held on to his wrist. Tom reached the front of the green costume pants once more, and pulled Wendy’s head into his shoulder, as both men now had their hands caressing the young woman’s most intimate areas.

Tom moved straight under the green material and found the warm, soft area covered only by the tights and Wendy’s own private panties.

‘Oh,Tom, and you Bill. We shouldn’t be doing this, you know. I’ll get into terrible trouble if anyone finds out, won’t I,’ as if seeking guidance, but at the same time she, without thinking, moved her legs a little wider to enjoy the sensations, and to allow the fingers to explore her even more intimately.

This was taken as a sign of encouragement by the two men, particularly when Wendy let out a soft moaning noise from her lips, and so the expert caressing continued. Tom could tell that Wendy was starting to concede, as her tights and pants were becoming very moist again under his fingertips.

Bill turned her head to take his turn at another kiss and, at the same time, his other hand joined Toms, exploring the delicious area around Wendy’s vagina. Both hands moved up and down the front of the tights and, together, they were making her even more defenceless and vulnerable to their intrusion.

‘Ohhhh, God, aaaagh, no, no, you mustn’t, please, no more,’ but Wendy didn’t really mean it, as it had been a long time since such feelings had washed over her. She went back to kissing Bill softly, but with purpose, and was guiltily excited as a hand moved up to the top of the tights, under the tunic, and began to inch them down a little over her stomach.

It was Bill moving Wendy’s tights, but when Tom realised the next part of the seduction, his hand, too, went to Wendy’s bare stomach and started to tug gently at the covering material.

‘Oh no, you mustn’t,’ but again it was only a gesture as she felt her pants, tights and green costume pants move down over her skin, front and back, over her pubic hair and down further to the tops of her legs, until she was finally completely exposed at the top of her thighs, and her naked bottom could feel the heat of the fire under the tunic.

In her boots, Wendy was as tall as the two men holding her, and she just put an arm out each side, over their shoulders, and allowed her weight to be taken by the mature, strong men.

‘You’re a beautiful girl, young Wendy, all soft and lovely,’ mused Tom, as his gnarled fingers gently meandered in the warm hair around her cunt.

‘Girl,’ thought Wendy, ‘just a girl to them, but I’m 38, married with children,’ but the drink, the warm atmosphere, the Christmas spirit, and now the wonderful, erotic feelings going on between her legs, had broken down her upright public image and she decided, just for a while, that she would give in completely to the sensations.

She was after all, giving immense pleasure to the two men, and they were hardly likely to go bragging round the village at their age, and probably saw it as a Christmas bonus, a secret only to be shared by the three of them.

Her tights and panties were caught half way down her legs, stretched between the two luscious thighs that were now the object of much caressing and squeezing. The hands moved all round, inside Wendy’s thighs, onto her naked bottom, back to her soft tufts of dark pubic hair, and then Wendy felt a finger move onto the very wet lips at the entrance to her forbidden cavern. The lips gave in easily, as the finger was joined by another digit, and they both moved slowly up and down, Wendy’s body quietly quivering at the fantastic feelings.

‘She’s really, really wet and excited, isn’t she Tom?’ smiled Bill as he carried on pushing gently at the cunt lips. Tom, of course, also moved his hand through the soaking hair, and felt the wonderful opening of Wendy’s womanhood.

‘You lovely, lovely girl, Wendy, you’re really enjoying yourself now, aren’t you,’ and Tom found her clitoris with expert precision, and rubbed slowly and directly round the golden protruding skin.

‘Yes, yes it’s nice,’ sighed Wendy, ‘very nice,’ and she sighed and bent her head, breathing heavily as her eyes closed dreamily.

‘Let’s take those horrible tights off for you, young Wendy,’ said Tom, and the two men moved her towards the little sofa at the side of the room.

‘No, no, you mustn’t, I’ve really got to g……,’ but she was a virtual prisoner, as the tights round her thighs meant she could only shuffle along between the two old boys.

Her mild protests ignored, Wendy was soon sat down between the two men again, adjacent to the warm fire, on the hard little sofa against the wall, and she could only watch as Bill bent down to unzip the green boots. Like all boots, they were difficult to take off, and Wendy moved each leg in turn to assist, and Bill grabbed the high heels and pulled and puffed until he succeeded, and the boots were put to the side of the sofa.

All this time, Tom had returned to the wonderful area between Wendy’s thighs, and he held his hand steady in her pubic hairs, as she shuffled her legs around to assist Bill in taking off her tights and pants completely.

Wendy was completely naked from the waist down now, and Bill returned to his position at her side and, once again, joined Tom in the intimate touching of Wendy’s soaking cunt. With the restrictions round her legs now gone, Wendy was able to open her thighs wider, without prompting, and she stretched her legs and then bent them a little to make access to her body far easier.

She had passed the point of objections and return, and wanted more pleasure, to give in to anything these two gentle men desired, to be taken just for one short period of time, and disappear into a world of erotic intrusions, naughty feelings and complete abandonment. Tomorrow she would be back to normal, taking the kids to school in the final week before they broke up, and busying herself with Christmas preparations–after all, no-one else was going to do it, were they?

Wendy made no movement as Tom went to her neck, and began to unzip the green costume, all the way down her front, until it fell in half, exposing her black bra and firm, brown tummy. Bill’s fingers were inside her cunt a little more deeply, and as Tom lifted one of her shapely breasts up and out of the bra cup, Wendy sighed and moaned, as the fingers in her moved gently but firmly in and out, squelching with the wetness from her fluids.

She briefly thought to herself, ‘Where the hell is Alice, please come and rescue me, I can’t do it myself, I don’t want to do it myself,’ but the tongue and teeth now nibbling at her nipple brought her quickly back to the warm feelings, and she sighed again in that contented fashion.

‘Here Bill, give me a hand,’ and Tom was starting to tug the costume sleeves down Wendy’s arms, and she had to sit up to allow the clothing to be removed from her body. Tom also took the opportunity, at the same time, to unclip the last remaining item covering Wendy’s modesty and when the bra was tossed onto the floor to join the other items, Wendy lay back, completely naked, and on view to the two old men sitting by her side.

She looked absolutely gorgeous, and it would’ve been a unanimous opinion at any time, because Wendy sunned herself in the garden as often as possible in the summer months, and spent a lot of time walking to and from school and the shops, and this kept her figure in trim and her muscles firm and shapely. Her makeup and nails were always smart and her hair kept neat, short and tidy, and before them, Tom and Bill knew that they were enjoying and looking at a real, feminine, classy woman.

With Wendy completely naked before them now, and showing no real signs of further protest, Tom and Bill were able to relax and explore the beautiful skin, the contours, the smell of perfume, and the unbelievable compliance that was now being shown by this previously untouchable woman. They knew that the opportunity would probably never arise again, and they wanted to savour every moment, take Wendy to such a height that anything would be possible.

Tom was obviously taken with the firm, pointed breasts, and quickly went back to attaching his mouth to the relatively enormous nipples, one after the other, nibbling at them, gently biting them, sucking as much of the shapely orb into his mouth, and then easing back to just holding the tip of the hard nipple in his teeth. This alone made Wendy sigh and close her eyes, in abandoned resignation, but Bill’s fingers were still moving gently inside her cunt, a little deeper as the seconds went by, until he had to add more so that he was able to push right into the very depths.

Wendy pushed forward with her bottom, trying to meet the fingers going up into her, and she shuffled some more until her bottom was right on the edge of the sofa. From this position, she could bend her legs right up and widen them, and the opening for Bill was far, far more accessible and inviting.

‘God, it’s wonderful, don’t stop, please don’t stop,’ and they had no intention of doing so, but the sudden, and erotic, encouragement had changed the attitude of all three of them. From being reserved and allowing ‘just one little kiss,’ and then ,’I mustn’t really, I’ve got to get home,’ Wendy was now desperate for sexual gratification, prepared to open her body wide for exploration and intrusion, and both Bill and Tom were fully aware of this.

In order to push his fingers deep inside her more easily, Bill moved down and knelt on the floor at Wendy’s feet, and as he continued to push, in and out, in and out, Wendy lifted one of her legs up and over Bill’s head, so that he now knelt between her open thighs.

‘Harder, harder, please, push in harder,’ she was begging, and the old man, even with hands that were rough and strong after years of manual labour, attempted to enter her with all five digits, right up to his wrist.

‘Yes, yes, ooohhh….’ groaned Wendy, as her cunt was stretched wide, and then relaxed, wide again and then relaxed. With each push, Bill was getting his fist a little deeper in, and Wendy sighed a little longer and louder, and finally, with one last push, and one short scream, Wendy felt her insides completely fill up, the walls of her cunt stretched wide. She was open beautifully, and Bill ceased pushing, as he knelt with his hand totally embedded in the soft, warm ,wet wonderful cunt that had been his goal all evening.

To keep up the momentum on her body, Bill knew what she would appreciate, without asking, and he dipped his head and his rough tongue went straight to the nobble of skin that was jutting up and out, at the top of the stretched vagina. As soon as he touched Wendy’s clit, she started to moan, in unison with his licking—

‘Ooohh, yes, yeeee..oh God,’ and her chest heaved, and her breasts moved beautifully, and just to make sure, Bill moved his fist fractionally around inside the stretched cunt. Wendy became frantic, and her head lolled from side to side, as she experienced real sexual pleasure once more in her life. Poor old Tom had to hang on for dear life, almost, as she bucked and moved around under Bill’s ministrations.

‘Calm down, calm down, young Wendy,’ encouraged Tom, but he didn’t really want her to calm down at all, so he thought he would occupy her by moving up to her face, holding her head in both his hands, and planting his lips once again over the succulent, groaning mouth. Wendy gave herself to the kiss, fighting Tom’s tongue with her own, opening her lips as wide as she possibly could to allow Tom in, all the time emitting a kind of gurgle from her throat in appreciation of the licking and fisting she was getting down below.

There was certainly no doubt that Wendy was moving ever more quickly towards a shattering climax, and her bottom was lifting off the sofa almost, and then sinking back into the seat, as Bill pushed and licked at her most erogenous area.

‘Uuuuugh, ohhhhh,’ she moaned, as she took deep breaths through her nostrils, her mouth still occupied with Tom’s tongue. She wrenched away from his mouth, as she had to concentrate totally on the mounting feelings, and then she was there, bucking one last time—

‘Oh Christ, ohhhh, ohhhh………,’and Wendy lay, with her mouth partially open, feeling the orgasm spread all through her body, tingling her nerves, washing that unique feeling right to the ends of her toe-nails and finger-nails.

She didn’t move, except for panting and heaving, but after watching the total seduction of this superb woman, Tom wanted more himself , and took her hand and placed it right on the front of his trousers, to the weapon that had lain idle for so many years, but was now straining in all its glory.

Wendy held Tom’s crotch as she subsided from the wonderful climax, but then she wanted more. She fumbled and grasped the cock that felt rigid through the material, but then Wendy immediately went to the top of the zip, but Tom thought that he would have the pleasure of opening up himself, which he did very quickly .He pulled the trousers apart and Wendy wrapped her hand round the rigid member, knowing full well how to caress and rub a rampant cock that wanted attention.

‘Come on young lady, come and lay down and get comfortable,’ whispered Tom in her ear, as she expertly toyed with his penis, feeling it throb under her touch.

‘No Tom, not all the way, it wouldn’t be right–it’s late and I’ve got to get home, I mustn’t Tom.’ but Bill still held his fist in her, and his tongue still went over and round her clit, and Wendy was still in a state of extreme arousal, and …ooohhhh.

She had become a little dry inside by the time she had come down from her orgasmic shakings, and the fist inside her was causing just a little pain, so she gently pushed Bill’s head away from her legs, and held his wrist to gently pull it from her.

‘Oh,ohhh,ohh…..’ she grimaced, as Bill gently took his wrist through the painful opening to her, but then she was free, and her hand instinctively went to her bush to soothe and caress herself, as she enjoyed the last lingering moments of the climax.

The sofa was much too small for anyone to lie out on, least of all this fine looking woman, and Tom ignored her protests, and threw one of the sofa cushions down onto the floor in front of the now glowing fire.

‘Come on Wendy, come and get comfortable on the floor in front of the fire. You sexy young thing, you,’ he chuckled, and as he did so, he grabbed her hand and started up from the sofa.

‘No Tom, I really have to go now, Jim will be wondering where I am,’ but she had felt Tom’s wonderful cock in her hand, and he was insistent, and so she allowed Tom to pull her to her feet.

‘Over here, young Wendy–just come and lay down here.’

‘I really should go, you know, look at the time, I’ve got to get up to take the children to school in the morning,’ but Tom held her naked shoulders and gently applied his strong arms, so that her knees began to give way, and she was forced down and down until she was sitting on the carpet by the fire. Tom, still with his trousers wide open, passionately kissed her again and as he did so, he lay her back on the carpet and positioned the cushion so that she rested her head on it. Wendy was fully stretched out, alongside the warmish fire, and looked sheepishly up at the grinning pensioner.

‘You’re a very naughty old man, you are Tom, you know. You shouldn’t be taking advantage of a woman like me,’ but he had taken her hand again, and placed it on his cock, and she found it very difficult to let go.

‘You’re terrible,’ she giggled, but she was helpless, and caught up in the dim lighting, the atmosphere, and her own sexual lust as the old man moved his body over her.

In spite of herself, she still stroked the well worn but hard, breathing penis in her hand, and moved her fine legs wide apart as Tom took up position above her.

‘Please be gentle, Tom,’ but she guided the cock to the lips of her inviting body, and felt it open her and begin to penetrate. Tom was experiencing intercourse for the first time in years, and wanted to prolong the heady copulation for as long as he could, so he did not rush his entrance in the slightest. Gently and firmly he moved just in the mouth of the soft lips, before withdrawing to the entrance and then back he went, just that little bit further each time.

After a few minutes, though, he decided that it was too good, and thrust as far as he could with one almighty plunge, opening the walls, filling Wendy completely and bringing an almighty sigh gushing from her lips.

‘Ohhhhh…Tom, oh Goddddddd! Oh yes, more, please, more Tom.’ Tom’s elbows were resting either side of Wendy’s dark hair on the cushion, and he now went into a steady rhythm of fucking the superb, succulent body under him. Up, up, up, he went inside her, their pubic hair mingling as the two bodies crashed together with each stroke.

‘Tom, it’s wonderful, yes, fuck me hard, please, oh yes Tom, right up inside me, harder, harder,’ and Wendy was thrashing about on the floor, having difficulty keeping her head on the soft cushion, but she didn’t care, such was her wanton enjoyment and excitement at this new, experienced cock inside her.

‘Ugh, ughhh, yes, yes, harder, harder Tom,’ and Wendy, in her delirious state, put a leg round his waist, trying to get him in deeper.

Suddenly, the door knocker sounded, and Bill moved from his grandstand position on the sofa towards the door to the hallway. Wendy’s eyes shot wide open, and she clamped her leg hard into Tom’s back, but Tom, now in the throes of his greatest feeling for years, wasn’t going to be put off his stroke, merely by the front door knocking at gone midnight on a cold December night.

‘Relax, Wendy, it’ll only be someone lost their way,’ and he gave an extra hard thrust up inside her, trying to get her mind back to the intense fucking that they were sharing. It seemed to work as Wendy again relaxed her head on the cushion, and concentrated on Tom’s wonderful assault inside her.

‘Relax Wendy, just relax, feel it go right up you, you gorgeous, sexy young thing,’ and the pounding of her bottom into the floor concentrated Wendy’s mind once more, and she was now making little whooping noises, a sure sign that she had started on that wonderful road to the top, and another body shaking orgasm. Two ‘cums’ at once was a rare thing for Wendy.

‘Yes, yes Tom, harder, harder,’ she kept on moaning, and with her eyes closed once more, both of her legs firmly pointing towards the ceiling in abandonment, she failed to notice the new ‘audience’ of Alice and Jeff standing with Bill in the doorway.

The guests didn’t speak, and just watched in silence, as this normally attractive but straight-laced mother of three, pointed her toes to the ceiling, her naked body heaving under Tom’s faster and faster inserts into her soaking and slurping cunt.

‘Yes, oooooohh!, fuck me, fuck me right into the floor, Tom,’ and Tom was almost doing that, but then Wendy felt her hands being grasped by two strong, younger hands, and she quickly looked up behind her, straight into the young, smiling eyes of Jeff who had knelt at her head to encourage, and enjoy watching, the woman who had earlier played so beautifully with his cock.

‘Go on Wendy, don’t stop, don’t mind us, let old Tom explode inside you,’ but Jeff needn’t have bothered, as Wendy felt the tell-tale signs up inside her, and then the warm, creamy liquid that Tom was splashing into the depths of her sodden cunt.

Wendy yelped softly herself, as she had hit the peak at the same time, and could only hold Jeff’s eyes, as she groaned and moaned her enjoyment, the old man laying on her body, completely spent and exhausted.

By now, Alice had walked over to Wendy and was looking down at her, smiling.

‘You’re a dark horse aren’t you, you rascal,’ she laughed down at her best friend, ‘All that-I don’t let strange men even put their arm around me, cobblers, eh Wendy? Well, let’s see what she’s really made of, eh Jeff,’ and Alice bent down and took Wendy’s arms from the young man as he, in double quick time, took off his jacket and undid his jeans.

‘No, Alice, no Jeff, no more, Alice you’re my friend, don’t do this, please. I only let Tom make love to me ‘cos it’s his birthday, and I’d had one or two drinks. Please, let me up,’ but Alice held firmly to Wendy’s wrists

Tom had just about managed to heave himself off the luscious body, and he lay slumped on the sofa, a contented smile on his face.

‘You don’t have to worry now, Wendy,’ continued Alice, ‘as now I’m here, you’ve got an alibi for the morning, haven’t you,’ and she watched as Jeff’s superb manhood sprung into view while he knelt in readiness between Wendy’s open thighs, evidence of Tom’s sperm now visible at the lips of the wet cunt.

‘Of course,’ and the words sent a chill through Wendy, as her arms were still held tightly, ‘if you do as you’re told, everybody will say that we sat here eating cake and drinking coffee all night, won’t we.’

‘And if I don’t — I thought you were my friend Alice, my best friend.’

‘I am Wendy, I am your best friend, but you have always been more attractive than me, always got the wolf whistles, always walked around the village with your nose a bit in the air—I want to see the real Wendy let herself go, as I know you’ve always wanted to, to be abused and fucked hard, to be dirty. Come on Wendy, you’ve told me before how you sometimes fantasise about being really naughty–well now you’re going to…’

By now Jeff was licking at Wendy’s sopping cunt, holding her thighs up and apart with his hands, lapping away at the luscious, mature woman.

‘That’s really not true, Ali……..’ but she couldn’t finish, as the tongue had got up inside her, and she was experiencing those wonderful feelings again, this time from a young, fit man–what the hell, —

—but what else had Alice in store for her, she’d never seen this side of her before and it was strangely exciting.

Alice leaned forward a fraction, and took Wendy’s legs from Jeff and pulled them over, so that Wendy was almost bent double, with her legs now wide and back over her head as Jeff carried on licking.

‘Go on Jeff, lick her hard, really hard–and don’t forget to lick that beautiful arse, right in her lovely anus.’ Wendy had never heard Alice talk like this before, and she was mildly shocked.

‘What are you saying, Alice,’ but she was in no position to argue, as Jeff pushed her legs forward, even more into Alice’s grasp, so that Wendy’s cheeks moved up off the floor, and both her cunt and anus now pointed at the ceiling. Sure enough, Jeff moved his mouth down to the firm, pink anus, and began to tease at it with his tongue, and Wendy couldn’t help the ‘Uuughhh,sssssugh’ sounds that came from her lips, as she started to relax again and enjoy.

Tom and Bill contented themselves watching from the sofa, as they could see that any protests from Wendy had now subsided and she was now fully compliant. Alice was watching Jeff’s lips very intently on Wendy’s cunt and arse, as she continued to hold the ankles wide apart and back over Wendy’s head.

‘What does it feel like, Wendy,’ Alice teased, ‘to have your arse licked, to be out of control for once?’

‘Wonderful, oh it’s wonderful Alice, oohhhhh,’ and she tried to pull Jeff’s head into her harder, and then she held her arse cheeks apart, so that her anus opened a fraction.

‘Come and hold Wendy’s legs, Bill,’ barked the older woman (Alice was divorced and in her early 40s), and Bill immediately obeyed, and moved the few feet to take over the leg control from Alice, who disappeared through the door.

The arse licking continued, with Wendy heaving and sighing even louder, and then Alice appeared at her side again, and very calmly knelt down next to Jeff, ruffling his thick locks, and gradually easing him aside, saying, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance in a minute.’

As the licking stopped, and Jeff moved aside, Wendy looked along at Alice, and suddenly could see the big, green weapon in her hand. Bill still held Wendy’s legs in place, as Alice brought the long, thick cucumber up and rubbed it gently along the lips of Wendy’s cunt lengthways, and then down between the cheeks of her arse.

‘Oh, it’s freezing, Alice, but it feels big.’

‘It is big Wendy, really big and hard, just what you need,’ and she licked the first few inches in her mouth, before placing it up against Wendy’s anus.

‘No Alice, no,’ protested Wendy a little, but she hardly struggled, and closed her eyes as the first gentle push partially opened her before it was retracted.

‘Come on Wendy, hold your cheeks, come on, you want it really, don’t you,’ and Alice pushed again.

‘Don’t you Wendy?’

‘Umm.’

‘Pardon Wendy, what did you say?’

‘Yes, yes, I want it,’ and Alice pushed a little bit more into the opening anus, and Wendy pulled her cheeks apart some more, to ease the way.

‘Aaaaarghhh, oh Alice,’ but the big, smooth vegetable had passed the split-second, painful opening, and Wendy gasped and heaved her breasts, as she felt the coldness being held just an inch or so inside her anus. She felt stretched, but the coolness was incredibly relaxing inside her hot body, and she gave Bill a liittle smile as he stood above her, holding her ankles firmly.

Alice ran her free hand over Wendy’s thighs, while holding the cucumber very still in her friend, but for the moment, she didn’t push in any further, just took in the sexiness of the body before her, and bathed in the fact that she had the younger woman completely under her control, to savour and watch, to enjoy and control.

‘You’ve been a good friend, Wendy, really kind, but I’ve never told you that I’ve lusted after you over the years, wanted to strip your clothes off on many occasions, and explore your beautiful body,’ and Alice dipped her head, and licked briefly at the pink clitoris that stared up at her, like the north star on a clear night. ‘OOOOoh, Christ!’

‘Now, I’ve got a chance to make all my fantasies come true, to enjoy you and watch you being enjoyed, but you mustn’t protest, must you Wendy?’

‘No Alice, no–lick me again,’ and Wendy had taken straight away to her friend taking control of her. Indeed, she had fantasised about situations such as this, but had never dreamed that they would materialise, particularly with her status in the village community

.As Alice licked once more at the golden spot between the legs below her, she began to ease the cucumber into the open anus a little further, and immediately Wendy moved one of her hands up to play with her pubic hair, and caress Alice’s head as it licked lightly on the clitoris. Her other hand remained on one of the cheeks of her arse, trying to keep it wide, so that the vegetable moved in and out of her without hindrance.

Alice gave up licking to concentrate on the assault, and now Wendy could feel the thick cucumber going into her arse more deeply, and a little more quickly.

‘Ooohhh, aahhhh, Alice, yessss, my Go…..!’and Alice kept pushing firmly, in and out, in and out, going in each time until she felt resistance in the bottom, and then easing the object out again before pushing back in.

‘Can you feel it Wendy, can you feel it right in you?,’ asked Alice.

‘Yes, oh yes, it’s filling my arse right up, oh Alice, don’t stop, please don’t stop!’, and Alice didn’t stop. She just kept up the steady rhythm, as Bill ensured a wonderful view by holding the legs ever wider, and back over Wendy’s head, to keep her cheeks off the floor.

‘Do you want more, Wendy, do you?’

‘ Yes, yes I want more,’

‘Tell us, Wendy. Tell us all what you want, tell us what you are getting, Wendy, go on,’ insisted and teased Alice, to her usually prim and proper friend.

‘I’m being….’

‘Go on Wendy, don’t be shy, tell us,’ and Alice briefly stopped her movement of the cucumber.

‘Don’t stop, Alice, don’t stop, please—I’m being fucked up my arse by a great big cucumber, and it’s wonderful, uuuughh!’, she sighed, as the movement in her arse started again, slowly in, and into her depths, and then out, almost to the tip.

Both of Wendy’s hands were now in and around her pubic hair, round the lips of her soaking cunt, pulling at her skin, rubbing hard on the clit and occasionally, reaching down to feel the thick, round object entering into her anus. Wendy started to shake with excitement, her back arching up from the floor, her mouth staying wide open, and her eyes closing as she gurgled and took in short breaths. She grabbed one of Bill’s legs to steady herself, as she lost control to the sensations erupting in her body.

‘Harder Alice, harder, in me harder,’ and Alice was almost as excited herself, as she watched her friend gallop towards yet another orgasm.

‘Go on Wendy, let yourself go completely,’ and she pushed in just that little bit more with each thrust, just that little bit deeper, to push Wendy just that little bit further into sexual oblivion. Like a cracking flash of lightning followed by a short downpour, the orgasm hit Wendy, and she was almost unable to move any more. Her body’s muscles all tightened for a second or two, and then they relaxed and flopped into the carpet, Bill still holding her legs high, though.

Still with her eyes closed, Wendy panted and heaved, her breasts a wonderful sight to the onlookers, and Alice beckoned Bill to lay Wendy’s legs back on the floor as she, herself, eased the guilty weapon gently from the glorious bottom.

The three men had watched this wonderful floor show enthralled, and it had been beyond their wildest dreams. However, as Wendy lay still, recovering from intrusions into both her cunt and then into her bottom, Alice beckoned to Tom.

‘Throw those tights over, Tom,’ and as she caught the hosiery, Alice moved up and started to tie them round Wendy’s relaxed wrists.

‘No Alice, what are you doing,’ and Wendy struggled momentarily, but then Bill assisted by taking the wrists and holding them steady.

‘Don’t worry Wendy, we’re not going to leave you,’ laughed Alice, and as the wrists became secure, she instructed Wendy to stand up. Wendy looked a little concerned as Bill helped her to her feet, and then both Bill and Alice bent the tied woman from the waist so that her wrists came down to almost the floor.