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"Not too slutty?" I mentioned and smiled.

"Perfectly slutty," he agreed.

To my surprise, we drove through and out of town.

"So, where is this club, exactly?" I asked my husband.

"You'll see," was all he said, keeping me in suspense as we drove along and through the rural Kent countryside for a further amount of time before he slowed the car down just as we neared a mansion size home.

"Mark. What sort of club is this?" I questioned his choice and with some concern while having my suspicion.

"Call it an early birthday present," was my husband's reply as he drove through the open iron gates, my pulse racing inside my frame.

While our sex life was not what you could call warm, Mark had mentioned spicing it up on several occasions before then. Instead of having reservations, however, I became filled with curiosity the closer we got to the club, a sex club as it transpired.

Upon entering through the double doors, Mark handed an invitation to the doorman who welcomed us inside. He was black and smartly dressed in what looked like Regency period clothes, complete with a white wig. Behind him and high up on the ceiling, hung a moderate-sized chandelier. ‘How quaint,' I thought, only to expect nothing less considering the size of the mansion.

From there, we made our way forward and were presently greeted by the hosts. They, likewise, welcomed us to their humble, very humble abode. Again, as with the footman, they were dressed in regency clothes, the woman's hair pushed up high on her head.

"I take it you're both new?" she mentioned.

"Very much so," Mark replied.

I left them talking, no doubt explaining the rules, my attention elsewhere at the time as I took in the huge main room ahead of us.

Far from what I had expected, apart from some of the male guests having removed their jackets, everyone was pretty much fully dressed, which helped calm my remaining nerves.

I was so in need of a drink just then, and when Mark returned, I had him take me to the bar. I ordered a vodka tonic, which I quickly downed, while Mark had a cola drink. I then ordered another and drank it slowly. I felt the warmth from it slowly spread throughout my body.

"So, when does the fun begin?" I crooned, hand reaching for and stroking my husband's noticeable hard-on.

"Not long now. You okay with this?" he groaned as I stroked his shaft over his trousers.

"What, that you want to fuck some random slut while your wife fucks a random guy or guys," I teased him.

"Whatever you want," he smiled, moments before I stopped.

It was a short while afterwards, my drink finished, that our female host, Valerie, accompanied by husband Paul, welcomed everyone as a group before informing us there were several bedrooms available upstairs, and to enjoy ourselves during our stay. "I know I will!" she smiled lasciviously.

In that moment, the mood changed. It became relaxed and hedonistic. Almost as if a light had suddenly been turned on. ‘Enjoy,' Mark said before he left me and I watched as he made his way over to one of the many available sofas and was soon sat down.

I continued to watch as a dark-haired woman, dressed in only a bra and thong and a pair of black heels, made her way towards my husband and sat beside him.

‘Fine,' I thought and went and sat on a nearby sofa. I was, however, self-conscious of what little underwear I was wearing, hardly any at all when you think about it. In fact, of the women, I was the only one who was still fully dressed.

As I sat there, feeling what felt like leather against the backs of my legs, I took in all the erotic activity that went on around me. I saw dicks being stroked and sucked, pussies being licked, stroked and fucked, not necessarily by a cock, though.

Naturally, mine became wet, my nipples tingled and ached and my clit throbbed for attention. None of which, was I ever likely to get the longer I remained the odd one out.

I bit the bullet, so to speak, and stood up. As I undid my dress, I looked across at Mark, the dark-haired slut was clearly bobbing her head up-and-down his cock while a brown-haired guy openly finger-fucked her pussy.

It struck me, as I slid the first of the straps from my shoulders, that our hosts had invited a selection of single men to accommodate the added needs of their female guests. ‘How utterly thoughtful,' I commended their choice as I let my dress slide down my body and pool at my ankles.

I have to admit, I was more than half-conscious as to my nudity when I folded up my dress and placed it against the armrest to my left before I sat back down. I did, however, have my legs tightly together. Not for long, though.

Almost immediately, a young blond-haired guy, one dressed in a pair of black jockey shorts and black socks, stood in front of me with a warm smile on his face. I returned his smile and my eyes followed his as he knelt down in front of me.

I so wanted what he had to offer me that my legs simply fell open of their own accord even before he touched them. I smiled all the more as he reached up for the floss-like waistband of my g-string and soon, with some help from me, dragged it all the way down my legs and off.

My cunt lips were that open to his approval that he immediately dropped his head between my thighs and touched his warm wet tongue to my slightly slick mound.

"Yes," a moan of contentment escaped my lips as I reached a hand down to his blond hair. I stroked it as he licked a slow sensual path all the way up my groove. He teased me, denying my pulsating clit its needful attention, with continued upward licks, a smirk on his face.

"Care to fuck me with that hot wet tongue of yours?" I invited.

He, of course, smiled and after the next lick, he slithered his tongue inside my so wet pussy.

"Yes," I moaned all the more.

I had my legs wide open, hands at the back of his head as I controlled his rhythm to fuck me with his tongue. He both licked and swirled it around my folds and it wasn't that long before he tipped me over the edge into orgasm.

"Oh, yes, fuck, fuck me," I cried. In doing so, I added to the cacophony of cries, moans and noises of those around me. My hips bucked and flailed wildly as my orgasm ripped and coursed through me.

When I opened my eyes afterwards, blond's tongue having slowed to a smooth rhythm, I felt a warmth at my left cheek and turned my head towards it.

There, I noticed a black dick. To be precise, the black dick of the footman who had taken our invitation. I needed no invitation from him as I stroked my hand and fingers back-and-forth along his smooth arid shaft as blond finally gave my clit the attention it so needed, and just as a warm hand and fingers to my right touched, caressed, stroked and licked my nipple, which soon became engorged and subsequently slick.

That prompted me to not just lick the head of the offered cock to my left, but to cover it with my mouth and slowly slide my warm moist lips along it.

I moaned at the pleasured attention my body received from those around me. The black guy, likewise, moaned in response to my up-and-down head bobs, Mark somewhat forgotten as a warm wet tongue licked my clit, fingers, three of them, fucked my pussy, lips sucked my right nipple and all while fingers from the black guy rolled the left one.

Naturally, I came, only, this time, there was little room on the couch to jerk and buck my hips.

When blond's tongue and fingers left me, I had some idea what was next and promptly felt what had to be the head of his warm firm cock nudge my pussy lips, stroke along my wet slit several times and then plunge inside my oozing wet opening.

He pushed in deep, as deep as he could while, from what I felt, there was quite a length to him.

‘Fuck me,' I urged as he rocked his hips back-and-forth. I still had a mouthful of black dick, only it was its owner who was in control of my head bobs as he swung his hips back-and-forth and with enough momentum and propulsion that the head continuously zinged in-and-out of my throat.

‘What I would so give to be on all fours right now,' I longed to myself. Only to, as if they could read my thoughts, arrange me that way along the leather sofa.

It was then that I noticed the person who had ministered to my right nipple so divinely was a woman. I smiled at her rather than feel anything less, welcome of her attention as I knelt faced away from her, ready to be filled at both ends and for a second time.

"Fuck me good and hard, guys. This slut can take it," I invited, mouth open in readiness to lick and suck blond's cock from my pussy while black knelt behind me, soon to fuck his long black dick inside my flooded wet cunt.

I was soon joined by two more young men, each one with a slick dick they wanted me to stroke and suck and get a taste of. Who was I to deny them such pleasure while blond wasn't put out when I traded his slick cock for one and each of theirs as the black footman gave my pussy a hard and deep fuck, enough that I felt his balls slap against my clit each time he filled me up.

In little time at all, it became crowded on the sofa, too crowded to continue in that position and so I had the dark-haired guy who had joined us, sit down; after which, I straddled his legs with my back to him and stroked a pair of dicks as they rolled, tweaked and, on occasion, sucked and licked a nipple.

"Make me cum, make me so fucking cum," I cried out my need moments before a blonde-haired woman in her 30s bent down and started to lick my clit with tantalizing swirls of her tongue.

That pretty much did it, and almost immediately I started to flex my hips up-and-down the warm firm dick I found myself triumphantly impaled on.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Yes, I'm gonna cum," I cried out as I lost it, my body tipped over the edge for a fourth time that evening.

I felt myself shake, shudder and convulse above the cock that filled me from below, the woman's lips around my tender pulsating clit, nipples atingle from being purposefully manhandled as my orgasm weaved its way through my body.

"You ready?" the one in my mouth said, a clear indication he was about to release his hot load, if ever I heard one.

I smiled as I released him to my hand and jerked him off over my tits. I shuddered at the sensation and subsequently flinched and gasped when the tip of his second creamy hot rope flicked a nipple. Naturally, I dropped my head and accepted the third inside my mouth. I relished the taste as it lingered on my tongue before I threw my head back to swallow, a warm sensation inside me as it slid down my neck and into my tummy.

"My turn," the one inside my pulsating pussy said, shortly before he lifted me up and off him. I knelt between his legs, mouth open in readiness as he cruised his hand back-and-forth along his slick length.

"Cum. Give me your hot creamy spunk," I urged and encouraged.

"Here it comes," he groaned seconds before he released the first of three hot creamy loads. The first hit my lips on its way to my mouth. I shuffled closer and felt the tip of his dick rest on my tongue shortly before he jettisoned the second followed by a quick third deep inside my mouth. While all that was going on, though, I felt two warm splashes on my back followed by a third on my ass.

Although I reached back and gathered some of it up with my fingers and dutifully licked it from them, yummy, I felt what had to be a woman's tongue lick some of it up.

Despite the fact I needed a rest after all of that cock and cum, my body slick and humid, in no way was I finished for the evening; far from it.

Everywhere I looked, there were bodies embroiled in some form of sexual activity, and as I went in search of somewhere to sit alone and rest I noticed a woman with four men. ‘Good for her,' I smiled while in no way envious.

In an adjoining room to that of the main one, my eyes fell upon a long table, clearly the dining room one I concluded as I made my way towards it and was soon sat on the end alone. Not for long, though.

A naked guy with a semi-hard cock smiled as he made his way towards me, He had a towel draped over his shoulder while carrying a second folded towel. I smiled as he padded me down with the second towel. He paid special attention to my tits and my legs opened out of instinct when he brushed the towel lower.

I moaned when, as he lightly rubbed my pussy he covered my swollen right nipple with his lips and used his tongue to swirl and slither around my proud nipple.

Naturally, I reached for his cock and began to stroke it. I felt it become bolt-stiff in my hand in seconds. He, though, having sensed my pussy was tender, dropped his head between my legs and gave me a most deliciously exquisite tongue bath.

"Make me cum then fuck me," I enjoined.

"A pleasure," he smiled, fingers inside my wet crevice as he licked and sucked on my distended nubbin, only I couldn't wait, my need to feel him inside me overwhelming.

"Now, please," I pleaded.

Without further ado, he lined the head of his cock up with my wet pussy hole and thrust his cock deep inside me.

"Yes! More! Fuck me," I moaned, his hip swings hard and firm as he drilled that manageable long cock of his deep inside my receptive wet cunt.

His movements were hard and strong. I had my legs around his waist and my back flat against the surface of the table as he banged me with that strong dick of his, enough to soon make me cum; after which, he subsequently joined me. He did, though, take himself from me and I watched as he erupted three streams of his essence the length of my upper body.

"Thank you," I congratulated him, sat partway up, fingers stroking the cum on my pussy lips and clit.

"No. Thank you," he smiled and then eloquently departed.

While he left me the towel, I noticed I wouldn't have need of it just yet when my eyes fell on a crowd of several men who had gathered around us; around me.

I decided to put on a show for them as they stroked their dicks, and slid my fingers, in pairs, up-and-down my lips for a minute or two.

When I was ready, I beckoned one of them closer and he promptly took up a position between my legs, which he rested on his shoulders. He then banged away at my swollen pussy as I continued to stroke myself and those gathered closer watched.

He fucked his furious cock in-and-out, in and ou, again and again. He drew it almost completely out and then plunged it back inside my soaked cunt. He kept it up for quite some while before he creamed his load over my humid body as those around us waited their turn, meanwhile, and with a hand around a cock, I did what I could to otherwise help.

No sooner had he left me, than a third one had his cock inside my well-fucked pussy. It was a big long one I noticed from the way it both stretched my cunt walls and filled me up. He even stroked my clit for me, which was most thoughtful of him and soon I had my sticky free hand around a cock, this one black. Its owner, though, wanted more, and I promptly felt him grab my hair and pull me onto his hot cock, which he set about fucking in-and-out of my mouth.

Naturally, having seen that, a hand from the other side of the table pulled me towards a dick, not the one my fingers cruised along, and filled my mouth and throat with it.

As if that wasn't enough, fingers from those on either side of me rolled, squeezed and pulled on my nipples, all of which added to my orgasm and I soon came. My contractions, though, set off the one in my pussy, which he flooded with his hot creamy cum. When I felt the first pulse, though, I intuitively drew my legs around him and held him in place as I relished the added spasms and intensity from my pussy being flooded by cum; usually my husband, Mark's.

From there, it erupted into a free-for-all gangbang of sorts as I welcomed and willingly took dick after dick inside me. Some of those who fucked my face didn't last long enough to try my pussy and erupted on my face and neck while some caught in my hair, which had to be dishevelled after so many glorious minutes of intense, almost non-stop, debauchery.

"So, how are you enjoying yourself?" our host, accompanied by his wife, asked.

"Incredible," I purred.

"Mind if I join you?" he smiled.

"Do-please," I squirmed when I felt his fingers, all three of them, slip inside my cum-soaked pussy.

I watched as he drew them out, fingers slick with the cum that had been deposited inside my warm folds.

My eyes then followed those self-same fingers as they drifted lower and teased my virgin asshole. I flinched as he smeared the wet cum around my tight hole, only to feel the middle finger ease inside.

I flinched and smiled as I welcomed the unexpected intrusion. I even, to my surprise, placed my hands on the table and bucked my hips along Paul's finger and soon welcomed a second and then a third.

"Oh, yes, more, fuck my ass," I cried, gasped and moaned as I felt my body respond to his attention and soon came.

I knew what he wanted and I simply went with it. My fingers grasped my ass cheeks and I obligingly pulled them wide and open.

"Fuck my ass. Get your cock shoved up inside it," I crowed.

What I didn't know to expect was just how good it can feel to have a cock in your ass. It just hadn't sounded appealing to me before. The reality, however, was something different altogether.

He took it slow to begin with, not that he was big, but it was, while he didn't know it, my first time, none of which he noticed as I lay there and took a pleasured ass-fuck from him.

I was slightly surprised, however, when he had me suck him off and make him cum. I relished being his anal slut, only to realize more would follow, and low and behold it did.

No sooner had he thanked and left me, than I was turned around and leant over the table. Hands grasped mine and placed them on my ass cheeks moments before my ass was filled by a second cock and all while I sucked and bobbed my head up-and-down the one sat on the table before me.

I found myself like that as I took cock after cook inside me, ass, pussy and mouth, and welcomed what felt like a river of cum and spunk inside and over my body for quite some while. It left me exhausted, sure, but I was more than satisfied at the end. That was when my husband joined me with a couple of towels.

"Don't sit on the table again," he told me.

"Why? What's so—special," I said, only for it to dawn on me and Mark explain what he'd earlier been told by our hosts.

"Apparently, it's a rule that any time a woman lies down on the table, it means she's willing to take on all comers! She has to fuck anyone who wants her!"

"I want you. I also want you to fuck my ass," I smiled at him, fingers around his cock, invitingly.

"How about while you ride a cock with that dripping wet pussy of yours," my husband, in tune with my new-found openness, suggested.

"Now you're talking, only why stop at two," I smiled just before I dropped to my knees and took my husband's cock between my lips.

Suffice it to say, I got to enjoy the sensations and euphoria of being airtight with cock. Not only that, but it opened up a whole new perspective in our marriage, one I've enjoined several times since that pleasurable first evening in the company of Valerie and husband Paul, thankful for him having introduced me to the wonders and pleasure of anal sex.

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Lyn writes Mon 22 Apr 2024 11:01:

Fabulous ! Love it !

Lyn xx

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