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Chapter 1 – Breaking new
ground
‘What a fantastic day’, Janet exclaimed as she collapsed on the sofa,
nursing a large brandy, ‘It’s so good to be back in the mountain air’.
‘Sure is’, Alison said, ‘but my legs ache from all that Skiing’.
‘And my head aches from all that red wine’, John joked.
Sarah poured herself a brandy and joined Janet on the sofa, ‘At least we
haven’t got the kids to worry about this year!’
‘A toast’, Gareth proclaimed, ‘to absent offspring’
They raised their glasses and drank.
The ski trip was a regular event, they had made the pilgrimage to the
mountains every year for over a decade. But this year was different; their
children were old enough to take their own trip.
There was a blast of cold air as Martin and David came in off the balcony.
‘What a fantastic night, I have never seen so many stars’, David said as he
rubbed his hands to warm them.
‘That’s because you are seeing double after all that brandy!’ Sarah joked,
squealing as her husband thrust his cold hands down her back.
Alison was still rubbing her sore legs, ‘Anyone fancy a dip in the Jacuzzi?’
she asked.
‘I’m game!’ David said, jumping up from his seat.
‘God, no!’, said Gareth, far to late for me. ‘I’m turning in’. ‘Me to’, said
Janet, pulling her husband out of his chair and dragging him upstairs.
‘Are you not going to join us?’ Alison held her husbands hand. Martin
smiled, ‘I will leave you in David’s care! I’m staying here in the warm’.
‘Me to’, said Sarah, ‘I will keep Martin, and the brandy bottle, company!’
Alison headed for the door, ‘I will get my swimsuit on ad see you down
there’, she said as she left the room.
The Jacuzzi was on a veranda at the bottom of the house, just outside the
‘boot room’ where the ski equipment was stored, below the main living areas.
David changed into his trunks and had been luxuriating in the bubbles for 10
minutes when Alison finally arrived.
‘Sorry David’, she said, ‘looks like we will have to take a rain check. I
have forgotten to pack my swimsuit’.
‘Who needs a swimsuit, just jump in! I promise not to peek!’ He put his
hands over his eyes, smiling.
Alison laughed, ‘Cheeky sod!’ She thought for a few seconds, looking into
the inviting hot water.
‘Oh screw it!’, she said, ‘I’ve known you long enough, and you will never
see anything through all the steam and bubbles’.
David could not believe his luck.
‘Look the other way then!’, Alison said, dropping her robe on the floor and
jumping in while David pointedly stared in the other direction.
‘That’s good’, she said sinking into the bubbles, giggling to herself.
‘What’s so funny?’
‘I just sat on a jet of bubbles!’
‘Lucky bubbles’
‘What do you mean!’, Alison looked at David, her head titled to one side,
feigning innocence, ‘Sitting their in your nice trunks mocking your poor
little naked friend’.
‘Well if that’s how you fee’, David started to wriggle under the water, ‘now
we are even!’ He raised his hand out of the water, his dripping trunks
dangling from his fingers.
‘Dave!’, Alison was laughing so much that she slipped under the water. In an
instant Dave had grabbed her and pulled her from the bubbling depths of the
Jacuzzi, holding her facing him with his hands under her arms. Her dripping
face was only inches from his, he could feel her hot breath on his lips.
They froze for a moment, staring into each others eyes. Then they kissed; a
deep passionate kiss that took them both by surprise.
Still kissing Dave drew her closer, feeling her skin against his, her
nipples against his chest. Alison put her arms around his neck, holding
herself to him as they kissed, kneeling over him on the plastic seat of the
Jacuzzi.
He drew her closer to him, feeling the touch of her belly against his erect
cock. ‘Oh, David’, Alison whispered feeling his cock next to her soft skin.
She began to rock slowly, moving against him, rubbing herself against his
hardness. They were being carried along by the moment, neither stopping to
think about what they were doing. David ran his hands down Alison’s back and
brought them to rest on her buttocks. Instinctively she rose slightly and he
guided his erection towards the entrance of her pussy.
Sarah and Martin stood silent in the open door, their unblinking eyes fixed
on the activity in the Jacuzzi. They were in their bathing costumes and
robes, having decided to join their spouses after all. Neither of them moved
to stop the infidelity taking place before their eyes. They would later
admit that the emotion they both felt was not one of jealousy, but one of
desire.
David’s dick slid slowly into Alison’s tight pussy. She gasped as he pushed
his full length deep inside her until he was pushing against the entrance to
her womb. Slowly she rocked on him, feeling his dick move against the ridges
deep inside her.
Realising that she had just witnessed the cuckolding of the man standing
next to her Sarah turned to see his reaction. His face was fixed on the
scene before them. She noticed his arm move and, looking down, watched as he
slowly stroked his dick. Masturbating as he watched his wife being fucked by
another man. Without stopping to rationalise her actions Sarah knelt and
took his dick in her mouth, feeling it grow harder as she took his length
deep into her throat.
Alison increased her rhythm, pushing harder and harder against Dave’s cock,
the water of the Jacuzzi spilling in rhythmic splashes as they fucked.
Martin finally broke his gaze from his wife’s carnal activities, seemingly
just realising that the wife of his friend was sucking his cock. He stroked
Sarah’s hair then lifted her head from his dick, bringing their lips
together in a passionate kiss. As they moved away from the door, back into
the boot room they ripped at each others robes, shedding them on the floor
before once more locking into a passionate kiss, their hands exploring each
others bodies. Martin slipped his thumbs under the straps of Sarah’s
costume, lowering it over her breasts. He kissed down her neck and around
her breasts taking her nipple in his mouth. As he flicked his tongue across
her stiffening peak he slipped her costume over her waist, leaving it to
drop onto the floor. Gently he lowered Sarah onto a wooden bench and lifted
her knees, burying his face in her pussy, lapping at her like a thirsty dog.
Alison’s body was slamming into Dave. She was lifting herself almost
completely off him before slamming down on his dick, gasping with each
thrust, their torsos colliding with a slap, sending a tidal wave of water
onto the decking.
Martin slipped off his trunks and positioned himself between Sarah’s thighs;
she looked deep into his eyes as she took his dick and guided it towards her
waiting pussy. He took her slowly, savouring the sensation as his dick
passed from the cold air into the enveloping warmth of Sarah’s pussy.
Alison’s moans and gasps became louder as she began to climax. David’s balls
began to tighten as she speared herself again and again with his rock hard
dick. With a little screech she froze for a second as her orgasm took over,
her back arched her breathing stopped. Then she gasped and fell on to him,
quaking as she came, waves of pleasure ripping through her body. Her pussy
was still on him, but gripping him rhythmically as she came. This tipped
Dave over the edge and he too began to cum, filling Alison with his seed
before they fell into each others arms exhausted.
Alison’s squeal did not go unheard in the boot room. The unmistakeable sound
of his wife coming lead to a sudden change in Martin’s behaviour, he began
to fuck Sarah hard, slamming his dick into her body as hard and fast as he
could manage. Sarah clung on to him, her arms around his back, her legs
wrapped around his waist. He fucked her like a rampant teenager,
relentlessly pounding her wet pussy. Her back was hurt on the rough bench,
and it took a huge effort just to hang on to him and avoid falling, but it
was fantastic sex; raw, primitive and urgent; soon triggering the tell tale
signs of an impending orgasm.
It was Alison and Martin’s turn to stare dumbstruck. Their post coital bliss
had been disturbed by the noises in the boot room. They jumped out of the
Jacuzzi like it was suddenly burning them and slung their robes around them.
Neither of them spoke as they slowly opened the door to the boot room to see
their partners naked and fucking like teenagers on the hard wooden bench.
Sarah felt the cold draft as the door opened, she caught her husband’s eye
over Martins shoulder and managed a weak smile as he watched his friend fuck
her, loosing the eyeball contact only when Martins final thrust and the
waves of hot cum filling her pussy caused her to close her eyes in ecstasy.
As Martin collapsed on top of Sarah his wife broke the silence behind him,
‘I guess that makes it one all’.
Chapter 2 – The Morning After
The next day there was a perceptible tension in the group, an undercurrent
to the slightly forced normality of the holiday group.
‘Jesus you guys are quiet today’, Gareth said as they finished their lunch,
‘I thought the mountain air was supposed to clear a hangover’.
Alison, Sarah, John & Martin knew it was not a hangover that had changed
their mood. They were uncomfortable in each others company. The night had
ended abruptly, Martin jumping up at the sound of his wife’s voice, quickly
pulling on his robe, leaving Sarah lying on the bench, a tell-tale drip of
his cum leaking from her pussy as her husband helped her up and into her
robe. ‘I guess we better hit the hay’, David managed to say, leading Sarah
to their room.
The weather turned during the afternoon, the crystal blue skies quickly
filling with heavy cloud and swirling snow. It was no fun skiing in a near
blizzard so they decided to call it a day early and headed back to the
Chalet early.
‘I think it’s time to try out the Jacuzzi’, Janet said as they shook the
snow from their coats.
‘Great idea’, Gareth agreed, ‘care to join us?’
The others declined and made for the lounge.
There was an uneasy atmosphere as Alison poured coffee. The conversation was
forced, focussing on skiing, weather predictions and dinner plans. The
couples paired up on the sofa’s and as they watched the fire take hold they
fell into an uneasy silence.
Sarah broke the silence.
‘Dave and I talked a lot last night’, she said, looking into the fire, ‘and,
well, I know this sounds odd, but I want to let you know we are OK with what
happened’.
‘We don’t want it to ruin our friendship’, Dave chipped in, looking towards
their friends.
‘I’m so glad’, Alison said with relief in her voice, ‘We talked about it
too, and, well, I guess we feel the same’.
The uneasy silence fell again, only to be broken by Dave.
‘Mind you, there is one thing I would like to say to Martin’, he said, three
sets of worried eyes suddenly focussing on him, ‘Next time can you put a rug
down, I spent half the night getting splinters out of Sarah’s back!’
The tension evaporated with their laughter, the release after the charged
atmosphere of the day fuelled their hilarity, they were crying with
laughter.
When they finally calmed down Martin let slip a comment that would change
their relationship for ever.
‘OK, next time I will be more careful!’ he said, winking at Sarah.
Given the weather was bad they decided to treat themselves to a good dinner,
choosing one of the better restaurants in town. Despite the fine food the
atmosphere was relaxed and by the time they had settled into there coffee’s
they had polished off a few bottles of wine. As they talked Sarah felt a leg
brush against her leg. She thought it was an accident, but then it was back,
resting against her calf. She knew it couldn’t be Dave who was one place
away to her right, she guessed it was probably Martin or Alison who where
sitting opposite her. ‘Probably to pissed to notice’ she thought.
Then it moved, She felt a warm foot trace its way up her leg to her knee.
She looked across to Alison and Martin. Both were listening intently to
Gareth.
The foot did not stop at her knee, it worked its way up her thigh. ‘He’s
good’, she thought. Martin was still focussing on the conversation,
seemingly undisturbed by his under table advances. She opened her legs a
little and allowed the foot to glide up under her skirt, slowly making its
way up her thighs until the toes reached their target, the cotton of her
panties the only thing between them and her aching pussy. She shut her eyes
as the toes wiggled against her moistening slit.
‘Are you OK?’, it was Janet, noticing that she had closed her eyes.
‘Oh, er, yes’, she said with a start. The toes still pressed against her
crotch. She looked across to Martin, but it was Alison who caught her eye,
winking.
Sarah and Alison were at the back of the group as they left the restaurant
to walk back to the Chalet. They linked their arms as they walked to steady
themselves on the ice. ‘So what was that about?’, Sarah asked.
‘I just fancied flirting with you’, her friend replied honestly.
‘I thought it was my husband you would be flirting with after last night’.
Alison stopped and looked at Sarah, concerned that her friend was upset. She
was relieved to see Alison smiling back at her.
‘Sarah’, Alison began hesitantly, ‘there is something I need to ask you’
‘Yes?’, Sarah looked a little worried now.
‘You know I said Martin and I talked a lot about what happened last night?’
‘Yes’
‘Well, I don’t want to offend you, and only if you are both OK with it,
well, we would ……..’
‘Like to do it again?’ Sarah interrupted.
‘Yes’.
Sarah looked deep into her friend’s eyes, ‘So would we’, she said.
They hugged, both relived to get past this significant milestone. Sarah went
to move off, but Alison held her back.
‘There is something else’, she said, ‘something I haven’t talked to Martin
about’.
‘What is it?’
‘Seeing you with Martin, seeing him screwing you on that bench, well, I felt
something strange, I wanted to be Martin’
‘I don’t understand what you mean?’
Alison looked up at her friend, ‘Sarah, I want to sleep with you as well’.
A tear welled up in Sarah’s eye as she hugged her friend, ‘Oh, Alison, I
would gladly to be your lover’.
They were both crying as they kissed. It started as a tender kiss, a gentle
pressure on the lips, but the contact unleashed a passion between them and
soon they were locked together, their tongues entwined as they enjoyed their
first lesbian experience. As they kissed their hands explored each others
bodies. Like teenagers outside a school disco they grabbed at each others
breasts through their coats as they pressed themselves together. Soon
Sarah’s hand had found its way into Alison’s coat and was cupping her breast
in her cold hand. At the same time Allison’s cold hand had wormed its way up
her skirt and was rubbing her pussy through her panties.
They were brought down to earth by a honk from a passing motorist and
started laughing.
‘Let’s meet up tonight when Dave and Martin are asleep’, Sarah suggested.
‘Oh yes, lets’, Alison responded, she had never felt so horny as they
decided what to do.
Chapter 3 – Discovery
The only light came from the bright winter moon streaming through the snow
edged windows as Alison made her way down the stairs. The loudest sound in
the house was from the clock ticking on the landing. Her heart was pounding
with the adrenaline of fear and passion. She had not slept a wink since
going to bed just after midnight, she had just lay in bed listening to
Martin snoring quietly to himself and fantasising about what was about to
happen.
At first she did not see Sarah sitting on the sofa furthest from the door.
‘Over here’, her friend whispered.
Alison quietly shut the door and crossed the room, stopping a few feet from
Sarah. Silently she untied the belt of her robe and let it slip off her arms
onto the floor, revealing her nakedness. Sarah took her friend by the waist
and drew her closer, running her hands up to Alison’s breasts, feeling her
nipples harden to her touch. Alison sank to her knees and opened Sarah’s
gown, drinking in the sight of her naked female form in the soft white light
of the moon. As Sarah’s gown slipped from her shoulders she took Allison’s
hands and guided her onto the sofa. There they kissed, their limbs entwining
as they shared a passionate embrace.
For each of them this was the first time they had held a woman so close, the
first time they had experienced the touch of another woman’s nipple against
their skin. They writhed together like snakes as they revelled in the mutual
bodily contact. Then, as if it were to a pre agreed schedule they parted and
began to explore with their hands and mouths.
As Alison took Sarah’s nipple in her mouth she felt a hand stroke up her
thigh to the soft warmth of her pussy. She opened her legs a little allowing
her friends probing fingers to make their way into the inner folds of her
womanhood and up to the mound of her clitoris. The fingers tweaked the bud
of her clit then sank back into her wet and waiting gash.
‘Oh’, Alison sighed as Sarah slipped one, then two fingers into her hole,
rubbing her clit with her thumb as she slowly began to finger fuck. ‘Oh my
god’, she whispered as Sarah inserted a third finger and increased the
tempo. Once more they kissed, Sarah’s fingers still working on her friend.
Then Sarah began to kiss down Alison’s neck to her breasts, licking her
stiff nipples as she worked on her pussy with her hand.
‘Oh, fuck’, Alison murmured, ‘Yes, faster, yes’, then with a gasp she froze
for a second before convulsing as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her
body.
She collapsed on Sarah, breathless, and lay there for a few seconds
recovering. Her head was resting between Sarah’s breasts and she began to
lick her nipples with little flicks of her tongue. She kissed and licked
around her friends breasts and down across her flat stomach to her pussy.
She opened Sarah’s legs and breathed in the warm scent of her friend’s
pussy, marvelling how different it smelt to her own. Gently Alison kissed
the pouting lips of Sarah’s pussy, planting little kisses along the length
of her slit before using her tongue on her clit. Sarah moaned as Alison took
long deep licks of her pussy, separating her labia with each lick and
finishing with a flick across her clit. Alison worked faster and faster
until she was just flicking Sarah’s clit with her tongue. Sarah moaned
louder and louder as Alison licked faster and faster until Alison’s fingers
at the opening of her hole made her squeal with delight.
‘Oh, yes, lick me hard, I’m cumming’, Sarah moaned. Alison licked and probed
until Sarah tensed and, knocking a stack of magazines over with her foot,
wrapped her legs around friends head pulling her face hard against her
pussy. Alison could feel her friends muscles contract and relax and taste
the flow of warm juice as she came.
They collapsed into each others arms and held each other close, gently
kissing as they looked into each others eyes.
Alison was about to say something when the light flicked on. Startled the
both stared at the door to see Gareth edge his way in, dressed only in his
boxer shorts and with a ski pole in his hand.
‘Thank god it’s you’ he said, blinking against the bright light, ‘I thought
it was burglars!’
But as his eyes adjusted he stopped in his tracks, suddenly aware that
Alison and Sarah were in a sexual embrace and, judging by the still moist
area around Alison’s mouth they had been pretty active.
‘Is it OK?’ Janet stuck her head around the door, she audibly gasped when
she saw her two friends naked on the sofa together.
‘So what have we here?’ She asked with a smile.
‘Oh god’, Alison and Sarah said in unison, looking at each other.
‘Let me pour a drink to help us all recover from the shock!’ Gareth
suggested and grabbed the Brandy.
Back in there robes and sitting on the sofa like naughty schoolgirls Alison
and Sarah explained everything, from the wife swapping to their secret
nocturnal assignation.
When they had finished Janet and Gareth looked at each other and smiled.
‘We probably should make a confession too’, Janet said, ‘we are what you
call ‘swingers’’.
She went on to explain how, for several years now they had enjoyed an open
relationship, regularly attending orgies, wife swapping parties and
sometimes taking part in more daring feats of exhibitionism.
Gareth explained that they had thought very hard about involving their
closest friends, but had decided not to, afraid of offending them.
‘It looks like we have got a lot to learn from you’, Sarah said when they
had finished.
‘In more ways than one!’ Alison joked.
‘So Gareth’, Sarah asked, ‘which one of us do you want to fuck first?’
‘Sarah!’ Alison shrieked, but she smiled at Gareth and put her head on one
side.
‘You mean it?’ he asked, a bulge growing in his boxers.
They both nodded.
‘Janet, you decide’, he said looking at his wife.
Janet turned the brandy bottle on it’s side and span it, after a few
revolutions it came to rest pointing at Sarah.
Gareth walked over to the sofa, his erect dick tenting in his boxers. He
stood in front of Sarah and let her ease his dick from the thin material
restraining it. As she eased his boxers down she took him in her mouth and
began to suck him into her hot mouth. Not wanting to be left out Alison took
his balls in her hand and played with them for a few moments before helping
Sarah at his dick, each of them taking turns to suck and lick. Janet sat
opposite playing with her pussy as she watched her friends work on her
husband’s dick, the shirt she was wearing up around her waist, until after
many minutes feasting on his cock Sarah finally lay back on the sofa, ready
to accept Gareth’s dick into her soaking pussy Janet moved across the room
to join them. She expertly guided her husband’s dick to the entrance of
Sarah’s pussy and, holding Gareth’s dick in one hand and Sarah’s pussy open
with the other, she watched his length slowly penetrate her friend’s vagina.
As Gareth began to fuck Sarah with increasingly deep thrusts Janet turned
her attention to Alison, burying her head between her legs, licking her wet
pussy as she inserted two fingers into her hot hole.
Alison’s body was still shaking from her third or fourth orgasm when Janet
finally moved her attention back to Sarah and Gareth. Sarah too was still
quaking with the tail end of an orgasm when Janet suggested they change
position. Gareth Sat back on the sofa and Sarah Positioned herself with her
back to him. Janet took a long suck on Gareth’s dick and a lick along the
length of Sarah’s pussy before once more guiding her husband towards Sarah’s
waiting hole.
As Sarah rose up and down, impaling herself on Gareth’s dick Janet licked at
her pussy, tweaking Sarah’s clit with her tongue. Sarah immediately reached
orgasm thrashing around as she was simultaneously licked and fucked.
‘Save some for me!’ Alison complained, watching the fun.
‘OK’, Sarah gasped, ‘jump on before I die!’
They swapped over and Alison sank onto Gareth’s dick as, again, Janet licked
her pussy. Again Gareth and Janet working together caused her to orgasm
within seconds, and again a few minutes later.
Finally it was Janet’s turn in the saddle. As she slammed down on his dick
Sarah and Alison took turns to lick her and play with Gareth’s balls. As
Janet came, she whispered to Gareth, ‘Give me your cum, fuck me hard and
fill me with cum’.
Gareth shut his eyes and gasped as he came, pumping his hot sperm into his
wife’s pussy, leaving Sarah and Alison to sit back and watch as they shared
this most intimate moment.
‘There is only one thing I am worried about’, Sarah said once they had
recovered and were sitting back on the sofa’s basking in a post orgasmic
haze.
‘What’s that?’
‘How are we going to break news of our new found sexual partners to John and
Martin?’
By the time they headed back to their rooms half an hour later the question
had been answered, they had agreed a plan.
Chapter 4 - Games
The next day the weather was still bad. They struggled down a couple of low
runs before deciding to give up and indulge in a long lunch. When they
finally made it back to the Chalet, and were relaxing in front of the fire,
Janet winked at Alison and Sarah.
‘Let’s play a game of Truth or Dare!’ she said.
‘Good idea’, the other plotters agreed enthusiastically, dragging John and
Martin along with their enthusiasm.
They recharged their glasses and sat down to play, giggling at the thought
of such a trivial, but always funny game. Little did John and Martin know
that they were the main source of the mirth as they were about to be the
subject of a co-ordinated, pre meditated, plan.
‘I will start’, Alison volunteered.
The game progressed with the usual fairly tame questions and forfeits, until
Sarah decided to turn up the heat.
‘Truth or Dare?’ she said looking pointedly to Gareth.
‘Truth’
‘How many women have you slept with?’
‘Oh my god, loads, maybe 50 or 60?’
John and Martin looked at him with new respect, and noted the knowing smile
on Janet’s face.
‘Ok’, said Gareth, ‘Sarah , Truth or Dare?’
‘Dare’
‘Kiss Janet on the lips’
‘You cheeky ….’, she complained, but to Johns amazement she gave Janet a
deep passionate kiss.
‘Right’ Sarah said, ‘if its going to be like that ….. Alison?’
‘Truth’, Alison said.
‘Have you ever had sex with a woman?’
‘Yes!’ she said. Laughing as Martin nearly fell of the chair. ‘I didn’t know
that!’ he spluttered.
‘Ok, Janet?’ Alison said
‘Dare’
‘Flash us!’
‘Easy!’ Janet laughed, pulling her jumper and bra over her head and wiggling
her tits at the group, not bothering to put her clothes back on.
‘OK, Martin?’
‘Dare’
‘Kiss my nipples!’
Martin looked from Gareth to Alison.
‘If you don’t we will make you do a forfeit!’, His wife said.
Gingerly he placed a kiss on Janet’s left nipple.
‘Ok my turn’, Martin said, ‘Gareth?’
‘Truth’
‘Have you ever been unfaithful to Janet?’
‘Oh, nasty question, but I will answer. At least 30 times, but only when she
has been present!’
He moved on quickly while that piece of information sank in.
‘Alison?’
‘Dare’
‘Do a strip!’
As the rest of them sang Alison performed a seductive strip. To Martins
surprise she did not stop at her bra and panties but continues until she was
naked, wiggling her tits in his face before sitting down again naked, but he
did not complain, he was enjoying the way this was going.
‘Ok’, she said, ‘John’
‘Dare!’, he said.
‘Fuck me!’, she said, staring seductively into his eyes.
‘What!’ he said
‘Fuck me, like you did in the hot tub’.
‘Jesus’, he said looking confused. He looked around the room. All eyes were
on him.
‘Go on’, said Sarah, ‘you said you wanted to do it again. Well now’s your
chance!’
John looked to Martin, ‘Fine by me, if that’s what Alison wants’, he said.
John stood up and Alison moved towards him. She kissed him full on the lips
then began to strip him. Pulling his jumper over his head and unbuttoning
his jeans, releasing his erection to the cheers of his friends. When he was
naked she lay on her back on the rug in front of the fire.
John stood over her, ‘I can’t believe I am doing this!’ he said.
‘Get on with it!’ Sarah laughed.
Alison took hold of his dick and, as the group watched she guided it towards
her pussy.
‘Make me cum’, she whispered in his ear as the tip of his cock touched her
entrance.
‘God this is hot!’ Martin muttered as he watched his friend’s dick slip into
his wife’s hot pussy.
As their friends and spouses looked on they put on the show of their lives.
John slammed his dick into Alison’s tight hole, causing her to gasp with
every deep penetration. As John plunged into her again and again she wrapped
her legs around his back and thrashed her head back and forwards, building
to a sudden immense orgasm. As the others looked transfixed at the brutal
vigour of the fucking Alison was getting John plunged into her pussy one
last time before holding his dick deep inside her as he filled her with
sperm.
Around them the game of truth or dare was forgotten as the rest of the group
stripped off and launched into an orgy of sexual indulgence. Sarah was
kneeling on the sofa and had Martin’s dick in her mouth and was sucking
hard, playing with his balls as he fucked her face. Gareth was behind her,
his dick deep in her pussy as he fucked her. Janet was on the rug and was
busy licking John’s cum from her pussy as he looked on.
The rest of the day and night was spent feasting on each others bodies in a
totally inhibition free orgy of love and lust. At some points they were all
involved, a pile of seething bodies as pussies and virgin arses were
penetrated. At other times only one couple would be fucking as the rest
looked on.
When they finally all stopped fucking and lay back exhausted Janet was the
first to speak.
‘I hope the weather stays bad!’ she said.
By David Lavenham
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