CHAPTER 15

“My name is Gareth and, with a name like that, it comes as no surprise that I am Welsh. I have travelled extensively and, for a short while, lived in London but for most of my life I have lived in Wales only a few miles from where I was born. I am in my early fifties and still reasonably fit and healthy. 
I began my working life as an apprentice, in a small old fashioned printing firm, and now am the managing director of one of the largest printing company in Wales. I have made a success of my life by always working hard and always being honest with my co-workers and customers but I do have to admit that luck has also played a part in my rise to success. That old adage ‘being in the right place at the right time’ sums it up. Let’s face it that it is often more important to grab the chance, when it is presented, than one's hard work. 
I married my childhood sweetheart, Rowena, and we had a stable, happy but childless marriage till she died of cancer, before reaching forty. I was devastated and believed that I could never love again but that was before meeting Susanna. I was then forty-eight and she was just twenty-two. My common sense told me that I was being stupid and that the age difference would soon make itself manifest and cancel out whatever else we had going for us then we’d become just another divorce statistic but, after a whirlwind courtship, I took the plunge and we got married. We were as happy as sand-boys at the seaside. Susanna gave me a new lease of life and I felt at least ten years younger. 
My wife is not an intellectual giant, by any means, but she is a very sweet person, always smiling and willing to try most things, if not always competent to bring them off. What I'm trying to say is that she was more a trophy wife than a house-maker but, don't get me wrong, I love her but that did not make me blind to her shortcomings. Anyway we can afford a housekeeper so it is no problem. She is still a keen sportswoman so she got me off the couch, off the booze and into a more healthy way of living.
Perhaps a short description of Susanna is warranted before I embark on my story. 
She's five foot eight, tall for a girl from the Valleys, with black hair and light blue eyes. She's more striking than beautiful. Her nose is perhaps a little too bold and her mouth too full while her chin is a trifle too strong, for a woman, but as a whole it works beautifully and she never goes unnoticed, even when in the company of women who are considered as being more classically beautiful. In her youth she has been a very good swimmer, even representing Wales as a junior, and the legacy of all that training has given her square shoulders, a tapering back, leading to a tiny waist, and an incredible bottom which stick out like a giant peach just waiting to be bitten to release its sweet juices. To walk behind her and watch that bottom rock and rolling is one of the great experiences any man could wish for. Her long legs are probably a little too muscular to be fashionable but they are very sensuous and make you think how wonderful it would be to have them locked around your hips, as you shag her. Her boobs are so large yet so firm that when I first met her I was sure that she had implants but they are totally real and so are the very thick nipples, which are just under an inch long. She's always complaining that she can't find a bra which can contain her breasts in a respectable manner and that her nipples are always visible beneath her clothes. It is not surprising that every man she meets is soon panting after her like a dog sniffing after a bitch on heat. I'm going to be honest with you and divulge a very intimate secret. Though she has a body good enough to be a centrefold model, she was actually not a very passionate lover. Please don’t get me wrong. She was always willing to make love but, to me, it always felt as if she was doing it to please me rather than because she really enjoyed or needed it. After a while I became certain that if we didn't have regular sex she wouldn't have minded it very much. At my time of life it suited me. I think it is true to say that, after the first flush of passion, most middle-aged men are quite happy if the lovemaking settles down to once or twice a week or even less. 
It is strange that Rowena, although homely, was a firecracker in bed and incredibly inventive when it came to sex. I supposed that I expected Susanna to even be more passionate because she was so good looking. What is the adage about judging a book by its cover?
I started taking photographs when I was still at school and ever since I have always been a very keen photographer. I have exhibited in many amateur exhibitions, mostly landscapes and seascapes but occasionally portraits and nudes. I’ve won quite a few prizes and display the framed winners on my office walls. I took many photographs of Susanna but never in the nude, the nearest to her being naked was some I took when she was wearing a minuscule bikini, while we were on holiday in the Caribbean. I belong to an amateur camera club and we hire a nude model, once a month, so I have plenty of nudes in my portfolio but, call me old fashioned, it seemed tacky to ask my wife to pose like that, even though her figure was better and sexier than the majority of the models we hired. I was not even sure that she would have agreed to do so if I had asked her. The club rents a basement, below a large community hall, and we have converted it into a state-of-the-art studio, with its own darkroom. It is so well equipped that we often rent it out to professional photographers and the added income allows us to keep updating the equipment. We have a regular membership of over sixty and some of our members come from over fifty miles away because we are the best equipped club in the region. 
Not long ago a marketing organisation approached us wanting to hire the studio for two nights a week on a long term basis. They have equipped it with state-of-the-art, hidden video facilities. They arrange for members of the public, who get paid, to come in and discuss whatever they have been hired to market research that day. The hidden cameras, discreetly positioned around the studio, videotape the discussions, for later assessment. 
I hope that you now have enough background information to give you an insight into the events I am about to describe to you.
My introduction to the Blessed Perversion began a little while after being elected as the club organiser and president. One of my duties was to arrange themed evening. Nude photography was scheduled for the Friday night of the first week of my tenure. In my eagerness to establish myself and impress my colleagues that I was going to be the best president the club ever had, I'd arranged for a top model, from a Cardiff model agency, to pose for us and was going to meet her high fee from my own pocket. Professional models are rather reluctant to pose for amateur clubs so I had to send a £200 cheque, as deposit, before the agency would even agree to book one of their top girls. To keep the voyeurs away and make sure that only genuine enthusiasts attended these special evenings we had a rule that each member would contribute to the costs, instead of it all coming out of the club’s funds. The local girls who, though pretty enough, do not have much clue about posing. When you look at a nude photograph it is easy to spot the amateur model. I know it sounds elitist but can you imagine what it’s like to have sixty men milling about trying to get a shot of some poor girl, who is already feeling uncertain because they are so many cameras pointing at her? 
We had tried it once or twice and it had been chaotic as each member called out for the model to adopt the pose he wanted to photograph.
Now that I’ve explained the reason why there were so few of us let me tell you that, beside myself, there were to be five other members who’d been invited to participate and had agreed to chip in. It was not surprising that I’ve known them from childhood and each was successful at what he did. In the Valleys we are still a tightly-knit community.
Just before leaving the office, at six, I received a phone call, from the modelling agency, to tell me that the model, I'd booked, would not be coming because she'd been offered a shoot, by a leading continental magazine, and they wanted her to fly to Germany that evening. When I pointed out that we'd paid half the fee up-front the man became quite abusive claiming that it was unreasonable to expect his top model to pose for a bunch of losers and pass up an opportunity which, besides paying five times what we were paying, could lead to other lucrative work on the Continent. I was very angry, mainly at being called a loser, and started to tell him that I could buy him out and not even notice it and that he’d better honour the arrangement otherwise we’d sue but he cut me off, after telling me that a cheque would be in the post refunding our deposit. It was only after I’d put the phone down that I realised that, if I'd held my temper, we perhaps could have reached a compromise and he might have been able to rustle up a replacement, at short notice. I do not usually have such a short fuse and I felt rather ashamed that I’d blown up so easily. On the drive home I realised that I could only reach two of the guys, by phone, to tell them what had happened but would not be able to contact Euan, Phil or Rhys so it meant that I'd have to go to the club and explain what had happened, in person. I was mortified that my first attempt at arranging something special had gone up in flames. It did not augur well for my term as president.
When I got home Susanna immediately knew something was wrong and she poured me a strong scotch and sat me down. Gently she coaxed me into telling her what was troubling me. After listening to my gripe and how it would make me lose face she stunned me by proposing that the evening need not be a total write-off because she would pose for us. My immediate reaction was that she must be crazy to think that I would let my wife pose naked in front of my pals but she countered this by saying that of course she wouldn't go all the way and would only pose in undies. I still wasn't convinced but, after she pointed out that there wasn't much difference between the tiny bikinis she wore at the beach and brief undies, I relented though I still though it was a preposterous idea. I did try to convince her that posing for me on a beach was totally different to being in a studio, closely surrounded by six men. She replied that it would not faze her and reminded me, that in her youth, she had often posed for photographers at swimming galas. I still felt uneasy about the whole thing but then she clinched the argument by telling me that she was doing it for me because she loved me and did not want me to lose face with my pals. I relented and reluctantly agreed. To be brutally honest I really went along with it because I didn't want to look like a braggart who couldn’t come through with the goods. For weeks I'd boasted, to the others, that I'd persuaded a top model to pose for us unlike my predecessor who had seemed to only been able to book local slags. 
Isn’t it strange how vanity often seems to be the first step on the road to disaster!
Having won the argument Susanna poured herself a large scotch before disappearing upstairs. I heard her take a bath then moving about the bedroom while I had another stiff scotch. 
I was still having trouble convincing myself that everything would okay while, at the same time, wondering what my pals would think of me when I suggested that my wife, though ravishing, could substitute for a top model. I was torn between doing the right thing, going to the club and apologising to my pals and living with the lost of face, and allowing my young wife to parade nearly nude in front of them. Of course I knew what I should have chosen but my pride wouldn’t allow me to.
Susanna came downstairs. I noticed that she'd applied rather more make-up than usual which made her even more striking-looking. She was wearing a very loose dress and seemed completely serene. She poured herself another stiff drink making me realise that she wasn't as confident as she'd claimed to be and was using alcohol to give her courage. I decided that it might be prudent to take the bottle with us. I was really nervous, as we drove the short distance to the club in silence. I kept wondering whether I was mad to involve my wife in my hobby and knew that I was but it was already too late to back out.
Pete and Phil were already there and were very surprised to see me enter with Susanna, in tow. They were gobsmacked when I explained what had happened and how my wife had offered to pose for us, to save the evening. I'd hardly finished my explanation when Rhys, Euan and Keith walked in. They were as stunned as the others had been and, for a short while, everyone seemed uneasy and not sure what to do. It was Susanna who took charge by asking where the changing room was so that she could get ready. I showed her into the small room and handed her the bottle so that she could pour herself a scotch, if she needed alcohol for Dutch courage. I returned to the studio to help the guys setting up the lights and backdrops. I immediately noticed that there wasn’t the usual carefree camaraderie. I realised that my friends were embarrassed so, trying to ease the tension, I told them that they were to treat Susanna as if she was the model, we'd originally hired, and forget that she was my wife. This seemed to lighten the atmosphere.
As she pulled the curtain back I saw Susanna quickly gulping down a large swig of scotch, before she emerged from the changing room. It was my turn to be gobsmacked. I’d expected her to come out in the dress or perhaps a skirt and top instead all she was wearing was the tiniest underwear I'd ever seen. The half-cup bra barely covered her nipples while pushing her large breasts together so that they seemed on the point of escaping their confinement, at any moment. As she walked towards us the top of her boobs wobbled like jelly and the top of a nipple was visible. She was wearing a matching g-string which was so narrow that it only just about covered her slit. I realised that she must have shaved her bikini line earlier because the portion of her sex-mound, which was exposed, was smooth and completely hairless. Beside those scraps of material, masquerading as underwear, she was wearing very high high-heels, which made her legs seem even longer than they were and made her bottom stick out even further than usual. Black hold-up stockings further enhanced her long legs. As she passed me I saw that the thong, linking the tiny triangle of material at the front to the waistband at the back, had been completely absorbed between her rollicking buttocks so that, from the back, it seemed as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. Despite my serious misgivings I felt my cock twitch into life. I could not recall her looking sexier.
I was stunned and speechless and I am sure that the guys were as amazed as I was but they recovered faster than I did, which wasn’t surprising because it wasn’t their wife who was exposing her almost naked body to all and sundry. At the same time, in a dark corner of my mind, I exulted that my wife was so much more beautiful than any of theirs. This false pride grew when I saw bulges growing in the front of their trousers as Susanna stepped up onto the small podium giving us all a fantastic view of her remarkable bottom and her barely concealed pussy. I only glimpsed it for a second but I was sure that I had seen a wet patch showing on the scrap of material which was adhering so tightly to her sex mound. My wife did not wait to be told what to do after she’d stepped onto the podium. She immediately struck a very graceful pose, which displayed her body to full advantage, and the guys started taking photographs. I was still trying to deal with the shock of seeing my wife’s body almost naked in public so I decided to hang back and watch and perhaps join in later and take some photographs of my own. 
I didn't realise it, at the time, that I have quite a voyeuristic streak in me and would end up by not taking a single photograph of her.
Having taken many photographs of Susanna I knew that she was a natural model but had never imagined that she could be as good as she proved to be that night. The session started normally enough as she went through a series of poses which were almost as accomplished as any professional models then Rhys, who is the sales director of a very large company and has that kind of outgoing and persuasive personality, asked Susanna whether she would do them the honour of baring her breasts. She didn't reply but just looked at each the men, who were facing her, in turn for a long time, from beneath her eyelashes, as if she was seriously considering doing what Rhys had asked her to do. I held my breath and my heart was tripping like mad but I was sure that she would remind them of the ground rules that she would only pose in her undies so you can imagine how absolutely stunned I was when she reached behind her and undid the clasp allowing the bra to drift down to the floor baring her fabulous breasts. 
There was a collective sighs from the men and even a muttered “Oh my Gawd!” from one of them as they gazed at a pair of the most perfect breasts one can imagine. It was very hot, under the lights, and my wife's body was gleaming with a light sheen of perspiration which highlighted her curves. She posed, with her hands on her hips and arching her back which caused her large breasts to stick straight out with the nipples pointing slightly upward giving them that cheeky slant I love so much. The nipples were fully engorged and seemed even larger and redder than usual.
Though shocked I smiled inwardly with pride when I heard the sly, muttered comments of sexual arousal from my photographic colleagues when they first saw her amazing breasts in all their naked glory. I who had seen them many times before was also affected and I could feel my cock twitching away like mad.
As if she was quite used to stand topless in front of a bunch of photographers Susanna took up a series of poses which highlighted the size and firmness of her boobs. It had been rather tame and not that erotic until, facing forward, she cupped her breasts in her hands and stroked the nipples into extra hardness, with her thumbs, as repeated clicks of the shutters caught the action on film. I became aware of a strange sound echoing in the room but it took me some time to figure out what it was and, when I did, I couldn't help but smile with pride when I realised that it was emanating from my colleagues. Each of them was panting heavily, as if they had been running or like a male animal in rut, and this had been caused because my wife was turning him on by squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples!
Okay I was shocked by her brazenness but I was also proud that she was so sexy that usually unflappable men were losing their cool and acting like randy adolescents. 
Pride comes before the Fall!
Susanna freed her right breast, which wobbled till it came to rest on her chest like a ripe melon, so that she could lift the hand to her mouth. Looking directly in the direction of the men she provocatively sucked on the fingers, making it seem as if I was sucking a hard cock, and then smeared the saliva over her hard nipples so that they gleamed in the light like fiery rubies. There was a definite silent pause before the clicking of the shutters resumed. Susanna cupped her breasts again and lifted them up to present them to the cameras, like a pagan offering. The wonderful globes of flesh were gleaming with wetness and I am sure every man in that room was salivating at the thought of being able to take those nipples between their lips and suck on them the way they had nursed at their mother’s breasts. I am sure that my wife knew exactly what was going on in those men’ mind as she kneaded the firm flesh of her breasts, letting it ooze between her fingers like dough. She continued staring at them, from under her eyelashes, as she licked her bottom lip with the tip of her wet tongue. It was lewdly provocative and as good as any professional model. Though I knew that my wife was not a passionate woman it seemed obvious that she was really enjoying showing off her naked boobs to my friends. It was only when I looked further down her body and saw that the wet patch had grown so much that almost all the triangle of material was soaked that I began to wonder whether she wasn’t play-acting but was really turned-on. The idea that this could be true surprised and alarmed me.
I hardly recognised her voice, because it was so croaky, when she asked for a chair. One of the men placed it in the centre of the posing area and she slowly sat down on it, facing the cameras, with her buttocks perched on the very edge of the seat. Looking directly at the cameras, while licking her lips, she slipped her right hand down between her splayed legs to cup the mound of her sex. Her middle finger pressed down hard causing the sex lips to part and absorbs the scrap of material between them. When she moved her hand away the exposed sex lips were gleaming with moisture and were completely hairless. After giving the men a chance to take lots of photos she started to stroke her finger along the slit, pushing the material even deeper inside her, while her other hand was pinching her nipples, keeping them fully engorged and blood-red.
Although we have had, in the past, some of the locals girls being turned on by exposing their bodies to us none had ever acted so lewdly. Never in a million years would I have ever envisaged that anything so brazen could develop when my wife offered to pose for us. It was clear that Susanna was loving showing off her body and that my colleagues were lapping it up so I felt rather reluctant to intervene and decided to wait a while and see what would ensue.
I felt as if I was having a heart attack when, without being asked, Susanna lifted her bottom off the chair and undid the bow at her hip then whipped the g-string off which left her wearing only the hold-ups and high heels. She sat down again with her legs far apart exposing her pussy. There was not a trace of hairs on her sex mound and I realised that she must have shaved them off just before we left and it made me wonder whether she’d planned going this far, from the start. Her sex looked swollen and the lips were partly parted. The clicks of the cameras filled the room. My wife took a deep breath then trailed her fingers up and down the slit forcing the lips to part even further. Each time they reached the top they lingered on the small swollen bud of her clit which she stroked, for a short while, as if to make sure that it was fully engorged and exposed. She shivered with bliss as she rolled the small nodule between her fingertips then, it seemed to me reluctantly, she released it. Her fingers delved, very briefly, deep into her vagina before moving away to tease the puckered ring of crinkled, supple flesh which guarded her bum hole. She smeared her vaginal juices over the puckered rose and groaned with pleasure as the cameras clicked furiously recording every lewd move as she became immersed in her self-induced depravity. 
From the first time we had made love Susanna had always made it clear that her anus was out of bound so imagine my amazement when I saw her using her fingers to tease that secret rose, with obvious enjoyment. Her fingers darted back to her vagina to collect more juice and her daring was rewarded by gasps of pleasure and surprise, from behind the cameras, followed by a series of shutter-clicks. She lifted up her right leg and propped the foot on the edge of the seat and this obscene position caused her sex to jut forward, as if seeking attention. She used the tips of her fingers to spread the lips even further apart and kept them open so that everyone could see deep inside her love channel and observe the bubbling of her profuse sex juices. A trickle of sticky moisture was already slowly seeping out and trickling downward, over her bumhole, before sliding down to start forming a viscous puddle on the seat catching the light and gleaming like a silver pool.
It's hard to describe what I was feeling as I watched my wife exposing her most intimate parts to other men with such lusty abandon. There was pride, jealousy, consternation, anger, arousal and total incomprehension of how it had come to that.
The men inched closer and some knelt down but all had their lenses firmly aimed between Susanna’s spread legs to take close-ups of the wide-open sex. As if having her sex the focus of so much attention had made her horny and dispelled any remaining traces of propriety she slid two fingers deep inside her love tunnel, while stroking her clitoris with the pad of her thumb. She was shivering, as if in the grip of a high fever, and her breasts were heaving dramatically as she gasped for breath. Four of the men had stopped taking photographs and just stared at her pussy with bulging eyes and open mouths and only Phil continued shooting as she pulled her fingers out of her sex then slowly lifted them up to her face. They were coated with silvery strands of sex cream. Looking straight at the men she slipped first one finger then the other between her lips and cleaned them with her tongue then sucked both of them into her mouth, exaggerating to motion to make it look like she was sucking on a cock.
I heard the men' breathing becoming heavier and more erratic and three of them were stroking their erections, which lurked behind the front of their trousers, without trying to hide what they were doing. I was so shocked that I was paralysed and the only thing I could do was stare at the woman, I’d believed for so long was frigid, giving an exhibition of obscene lust matching the most hardened slut.
Susanna obviously knew that she had my colleagues in the palms of her hands and it must have thrilled so much that she must have decided to tease them even more wickedly. Making sure they could see, and photograph it if they wanted, she slipped three fingers back inside her wide-open sex and rooted about until they were once more heavily coated with sex juices before she brought them out. She smeared the sticky liquid all over her straining, crimson nipples so that they glistened like flashing rubies under the strong photographic lights. Cupping the root of her left breast, in her hands, she squeezed so hard that it ballooned out as she lifted it. She stretched her neck and took the nipple between her lips and sucked on it so hard that her cheeks indented.
Each of my pals’ faces were bright red with large drops of perspiration running down their cheeks as they gawked at the brazen hussy, who incidentally was my wife, as she repeated the scenario with the other breast. Having sucked and nibbled on her nipples, till they were so full and red that it seemed as if they were going to burst at any moment, she slipped her fingers back inside her pussy and began to stroke them in and out vigorously, as if they were a cock. Each stroke was accompanied by wet, squelching sounds as her fingers dragged more sex cream out of the depths of her love passage. Maybe she'd intended prolonging the men's agony but the swift rise of her unaccustomed arousal was too powerful to contain and she lost control. Her buttocks clenched as her fingers slid out of her love tunnel and swiftly grasped the hard bud of her clitoris. The men were only two feet or so from her watching as she stretched her love bud to its limit. Even Phil had placed his camera on the floor and had started stroking his erection, through his trousers, as he watched my wife openly masturbating a couple of feet away from him. 
It was complete madness and I knew that I had to put a stop to it immediately, before the situation got out of control but somehow I could not make my limbs obey. At that stage I sill believed that I could retrieve the situation if I acted fast but it was already too late.
Susanna's voice came out like a croak. ‘Please take it out! Take your cock out, Phil! Show me your hard cock. I am showing you mine so show me yours. Show me your cock!’
I could see Phil fighting a losing battle before, with a groan of despair, he unzipped his trousers. His purple-coloured erection sprang out, as if it had been on springs, and I could see that it was quite long and thick and the swollen head was shining wetly with precome. He gripped it fiercely, in one hand, while the other one cupped his hairy balls. With her eyes fixed on Phil’s erect penis my wife's fingers continued gripping her clitoris and squeezing it while she used three fingers of the other hand to pump deep inside her vagina, again and again. Phil hesitated then started to stroke his cock so fast and hard that I thought he was trying to rip it off as his eyes stayed glued to what the hussy was doing to her gaping pussy. His face was almost purple and glistening with perspiration and he seemed on the point of having a heart attack. It was clear that to the two of them the rest of us did not exist.
I was deep in shock and still unable to move. I was groaning inside with dismay and horror as Phil and Susanna masturbated in full view of the rest of us but it got worse when she started speaking.
‘You should feel my cunt, Phil, it is gripping my fingers like a vice. I am sure I could milk the spunk from your cock without you having to do anything. Would you like that, Phil? Would like to have my cunt squeezing your hard cock until all the spunk jetted out and filled my filthy cunt? I would like it! Do it harder, harder I want to see your spunk shoot in the air. Have you got a lot of spunk, Phil, and does it taste nice? Do it, let me see you come!’ I heard Susanna, in a voice made hoarse by arousal, describing what she was doing to herself and inciting Phil into an ejaculation.
Susanna’s fingers were blurred as they flashed in and out of her pussy as she stretched her clitoris out as far as it would go, while at the same time pinching it hard. He was jacking off as if his life depended on it but his eyes never moved away from the lewd exhibition.
Can you imagine how I felt as I watched and listened to her spouting such obscenities? I didn’t even know she knew such filthy words. Even now I cannot describe exactly what I felt but it was awful and was the most terrifying moment of my entire life.
Suddenly a massive spasm engulfed my wife’s lower body, before spreading to the rest of her, as her orgasm broke. She screamed loudly as her sex visibly clenched like a fist around her fingers. She seemed only vaguely aware that Phil was shooting his spunk all over her pussy and lower belly and continued doing so until his cock went limp and dangled between his legs. From its tip a long silvery thread of spunk linked it to my wife’s sex till it broke and hung, swaying from side to side. It was almost as if he’d been fucking her and had just pulled out. I saw that her fingers were still shuttling in and out of her pussy and were inadvertently gathering Phil’s spunk and pushing it inside her sex.
My attention had been entirely focused on my wife so it came as a shock when I saw Rhys quickly shuffle forward, on his knees, and burrow his head between Susanna’s spread thighs while she was still in the throes of her climax. She kept her eyes closed as, automatically it seemed, she lifted up her legs and draped them over his shoulders offering him complete access to her sex. Soon her heels were bouncing against his back as he started licking her sex, from top to bottom, not seeming to care that he must be swallowing some of Phil’s sperm, in the process. Susanna bit on her bottom lip, to stop screaming with ecstasy, as he slid his tongue all the way into the wet opening of her sex, again and again. Then he concentrated his efforts on her clit and each touch caused her to twitch and jerk with pleasure. He moved back for a brief moment and took a deep breath then switched his attack and took the fleshy folds of her pussy between his lips and very lightly nibbled on them, with his teeth, while rhythmically sliding his tongue ever deeper inside her love tunnel. My wife’s hands were clasping his head; her fingernails were racking his scalp, as she guided his mouth where she wanted it most. Under her guidance he concentrated on the erect clitoris and took it between his lips and flicked his tongue repeatedly across the tip. Susanna could no longer control her groans and moans and they echoed in the room as she lewdly swivelled her bottom to facilitate his sucking and tonguing. Her taut body started to shake uncontrollably as the shock waves of another orgasm blasted through her causing her breasts to wobble about wildly on her chest, like jelly moulds. Her heels banged against his back and her nails tore at his hair as he moved his mouth away from her sex so that he could drive his tongue all the way inside her rectal passage. His nose was pressed into her pussy and he moved it from side to side so that the bridge would rub against her engorged clitoris. Having her pussy and bumhole stimulated at the same time seemed to double the intensity of her orgasm. 
Eventually her excitement faded and Rhys moved back. His face was shiny with her sex juices and he was breathing heavily and I saw his tongue seeking out the stray drops of her juice from his lips. The other four men, who no longer bothered taking photos, were surrounding her like a pack of hyenas and they helped her stand up. As if in a trance she started to move towards the changing room. She looked confused when she discovered that they were blocking her way. Rhys joined them and soon a multitude of hands were grabbing her boobs, while others stroked her buttocks. Euan cupped her sex mound with his hand while Keith nibbled on her neck as he pressed himself against her naked back. I'm sure it must have felt as she was in the grip of an octopus and completely helpless. 
Chuckling lewdly Euan laced his arm around her waist and pulled her hard against his body making a great show of rotating his erection lewdly against her sex, as if he wanted each man there to see what he was doing. He French-kissed her while hands were gripping handfuls of her breasts flesh and kneading it like dough. Other hands were lodged between her legs, probing her vaginal flesh. Susanna squirmed, as if trying to wiggle away, and then tried to squeeze her thighs together, to keep the hands from touching her sex so obscenely, but it was too late. She was paying the price for having cockteased the men. She gasped loudly when her sex lips were grasped by fingers and spread wide open so that another man’s three fingers could spear between them to easily slip all the way into the clasping depths and wetness of her love passage. The men were touching her wherever they liked and seemed determined to explore every inch of her naked body, in as short a time as possible. Another man slid two fingers into her wet pussy to join the three already lodged there. Another man, taking advantage of Euan spreading her buttocks apart slid two of his fingers into her tight bumhole. She gasped with pain as the fingers wormed their way deep inside the tight orifice which must have been made tighter by the fingers lodged inside her pussy. Hands kneaded her boobs and buttocks, mouths kissed what ever part of her body they could reach and wet tongues licked her skin and teeth nibbled on her nipples. 
Those men were no longer my childhood friends but rapacious animals driven crazy by lust. It's almost impossible to describe the sensations and emotions, streaming through me, as I watched the five men doing such lewd things to my wife. Although I knew that I should interfere and rescue her, the totally unexpected and exquisite sensation of watching my wife being ravaged by my colleagues were so intense that I was completely overwhelmed by lust and unable to defend her honour. Mind you I don't think I ever had a chance to pull them off her at that stage. I consoled myself and rationalised my cowardice then and since by telling myself that she was only reaping what she'd sown. 
The men had started shedding their clothes and it was the stark naked Pete who pressed himself against her back so that she could feel the stiff prodding of his very hard cock between her legs. Instinctively she opened her thighs and the stiff cock slipped between her legs and a moan of pleasure gurgled from her throat as it pressed hard upward against her sex. Instinctively she pumped her hips back and forth rubbing her dripping pussy along Pete's massive erection. The friction of the rigid staff against her sex must have been blissful because, even though she must have known that it would send signals of surrender to the men, she couldn't seem to control her undulating motions. Some of the men were straining to get a better look at what was happening between her legs giving me a chance also to see and I watched, with bated breath, as the head of the thick, blue-veined cock prodded forcefully against her pussy, cleaving the lips apart before disappearing between her legs then reappearing again to rub against the engorged clitoris. She was so wet that the cock was soon liberally coated with her sex juices. Once more the cock pulled back but this time it didn't reappear. She tried to wiggle away but it was too late. She shrieked as the cockhead slid deep into the clasping warmth of her vagina from the back. She whimpered but made no move to stop the man doing what he wanted as if she was too far immersed in the grip of incredible ecstasy!
Soon Pete began fucking her vigorously as she slavishly bucked her bottom back and forth to meet his thrusts. She didn't seem to care that the other men could see her sex lips clasping Pete’s shaft as it shuttled in and out of her pussy. Someone reached down and his fingers gripped her engorged clit and tugged it way out as Pete made her bend, from the waist. This new position allowed his cock to slip even deeper up her love passage. Susanna’s mouth was open, to draw in much needed air into her lungs, and Keith, who was standing in front of her, took the opportunity to slip his hard cock between her lips and then drive it deep into her throat. Pete gripped her tightly, around the waist, and pulled her back against him as he buried his massive cock extremely deep inside her, again and again. She grunted, around the cock moving back and forth in her mouth, and probably would have screamed had her mouth not been so full. She steadied herself by grasping Keith's hips as her body tensed, every muscle and nerve seemed to be throbbing and quivering like a plucked musical string, and I am sure that her vaginal muscles must have clasped Pete's hard cock like a vice as her orgasm blasted liquidly around it. 
Her climax lasted a long time and only when it started to fade did Pete pull his cock out of her spasming hole. Sticky semen began to seep out of her still-opened hole and I realised that he'd also climaxed and had unloaded his sperm deep inside my wife's sex. Keith gently withdrew his thick cock, from her stretched lips, and helped her stand up. It wasn't a gallant gesture because he immediately steered her to a bunch of cushions and lowered her on them. The other men followed and surrounded them, like a pack of hungry wolves. It must have seemed as if she was immersed in a snake pit as the men pounced on her. Her naked thighs were immediately splayed wantonly apart. Her hands gripped Keith shoulders, as he moved on top of her and the tip of his hard cock prodded between the spread thighs. 
I was utterly shocked when she grabbed it and directed it to the right place. I was left with no illusion that my wife was colluding with her ravishers.
The engorged head of Keith's cock slid into her sex, dragging the outer lips inward, and Susanna wriggled under him and ground her sloppy pussy salaciously upward to suck even more of the engorged organ deeper into her greedy body. Someone's hand slipped between their bodies and wantonly spread the fleshy lips of her sex wide open so that the clitoris was fully exposed. Her legs were bent back, as other hands gripped her swollen breasts and tugged on the twin nipples. Fingers gripped her clitoris and stretched it out as if it was a cock and roughly rolled it between fingertips as Keith drove his cock into the steaming liquid depths, as hard as he could. Many hands ravaged her body as he lunged into her with such fury that it seemed as if his cock would come out of her mouth. There was no gentleness just the powerful strength of male arrogance as his cock ripped through the pliant walls of her vagina and deep into her belly, again and again. Each thrust caused her anus to dilate as his balls slapped rhythmically against the smooth surface of her upturned bottom. Someone’s two fingers slipped all the way into her bottom, using Phil's spunk as lubrication. Her clitoris kept being stretched as far as it would go then released before being stretched again. Two mouths were sucking her nipples, at the same time and it was clear that the multitude of sensations was driving Susanna lust-crazy.
Keith's hips were working powerfully, his breath coming hard and fast, as the deep thrusting strokes drove his cock all the way inside, again and again, jolting her entire body. She moaned and pushed her pelvis up, with such lusty strength, that she dislodged the fingers from my bottom but her anus wasn't left alone for long. She gurgled with pleasure as four bunched fingers slipped all the way inside her rectum again. She moaned and whimpered, like a woman possessed by lusting demons, as cock and fingers stretched her holes to capacity. Her legs held Keith tightly, her heels pounding his back, as she edged closer and closer to the shuddering brink of another climax. Her thighs opened and closed, in time with the deep-boring thrusts and her moans had degenerated into an incessant whine of lustful arousal. The fingers, reaming her anal passage, matched the rhythm of the cock ravaging her pussy and her body undulated with a primeval rhythm of naked lust. 
She screamed shrilly, pulling her knees as far back as they could go, frantically devouring every inch of the man's cock in the depths of her cunt and the action forced her anus down the fingers, in fervid hunger and she shuddered and shook as spasm after spasm of ecstasy blasted through her body!
Her orgasm lasted a very long time and seemed to have nearly faded when Keith lifted himself from her, withdrawing his still-rigid cock from the elastic grip of her still spasming sex. He gripped her hips and turned her over onto hands and knees then quickly knelt behind her. His hands opened her buttocks wide. She moaned anxiously as his fingertips spread the resilient pussy lips as far apart as they would go and he invited the others to look inside her sex and see how hungry it was for cocks. Rhys knelt down and pushed his tongue into the steamy slit of her cunt and she moaned loudly as her whole body shuddered with bliss. The thick tongue plied slickly in search of more juice and must have ignited a huge fire of fiery passion because I heard her begging for someone to fuck her. There was a ripple of laughter as Rhys fastened his lips on the nerve-filled pearl of her clitoris and used his tongue to whip it from side to side. Her body snapped like a whip as his long tongue worked skilfully over the super-sensitive bud and she whimpered like an animal, squirming and gasping, as he brought her to the very brink of another orgasm. 
Rhys moved away and landed a series of hard smacks on her defenceless buttocks before gripping her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the top of the cheeks, as Keith steered his hard cock between the splayed buttocks as shamelessly she ground her bottom back in a frustrated effort to draw it deep into her ravenous sex. Keith pulled back just enough for his hard cock to slip along the smooth, hairless crevice of her bottom and press against her sex which flowered open then closed tightly around the cockhead lubricating it with the sperm already filling it. I expected him to ram his cock all the way inside her, in one mighty thrust, instead he inserted about an inch or so inside her spasming flesh. As her muscles hungrily nibbled on the hard flesh she mewled and choked with frustrated lust. He kept his cock there as she moaned and squirmed in frantic arousal begging for more. Beneath her body a gleaming strand of sex juices was dangling from her pussy and swaying wildly with her frantic movements. Keith's refusal to give her more cock drove her wild with lust, turning her into a wild animal. 
‘You bastard, fuck me. Ram your cock into my cunt. Do it! I need it now. Fuck me!’
Her sex hungrily sucked and nibbled at his cockhead and he chuckled lewdly and the others joined in but she no longer seemed to care that she was making an obscene spectacle of herself. She begged aloud for him to fill her cunt with his cock because she needed it. 
Rhys was still grasping the fleshy buttocks and his fingers were squeezing so hard that the flesh welted between them as Keith’s cockhead slipped out of her sex and moved upward. Looking triumphantly at the other men and with a cruel and sadistic snap of his hips Keith sank all of his good-sized cock into the tightness of her virgin bottom, in one lunge. Her animalistic cries were a mixture of pain, shame, relief and satisfaction and were echoed by cheering and sarcastic clapping from the other men as they studied the way her anal ring clasped the root of Keith’s cock.
Susanna was sweating profusely as she began to push her bottom back against Keith to meet his deep, punishing thrusts with wild rotations of her hips. It might have been the first time she'd been taken that way but she obviously was enjoying it because her body was jerking and shuddering with ecstasy. I and the other men watched, in rapt fascination, as Keith drove his cock hard into her bottom as if it had been her pussy, again and again, causing her to beat her fists against the floor. Rhys’ strong hands were gripping her buttocks, his thumbs spreading the pliant cheeks far apart so that we all could see the hairless, pink, puckered ring of her anus opening and closing as Keith fucked his big cock into it, accompanied by loud slurping sounds. 
The circle of naked men continued to watch her as, like an animal, she knelt in total submission while Keith used her for his perverted pleasure. Her heavy breasts dangled and swayed from the force of his powerful thrusts and the nipples rubbed against the floor and it must have been painful though she made no effort to change her position. He rocked his hips back as a dozen eyes strained for a better view. I could see the inner flesh of her rectum being drawn out, as it clung heatedly to the shaft of his lust-bloated erection, only to be crammed lewdly back again into the tight passage, again and again, as his cock completely disappeared from view as it became fully lodged in her squirming bottom. Shamelessly my wife was working her bottom back as she squealed with ecstatic delight. Her buttocks were grinding in circles, clenching and unclenching lewdly, inviting her ravisher to penetrate even deeper into the tight hole. Her hair swirled around her face as she writhed in a frenzy of wanton arousal. It was clear that she was utterly lost in a morass of pure lust where nothing mattered but the cock ploughing into her insides. 
Her bare breasts jiggled and tossed, as they dangled below her torso, now and then swinging far enough to slap her chin as Keith brought her to a screaming bloodcurdling orgasm, of such intensity that weird croaking sounds erupted from her mouth as if she was in agony. Her shrieking climax was made even more obscene by being triggered by such a perverted act besides being watched by a group of men, stroking their erections as they waited their turn. Her pussy was opening and closing and from it a steady flow of pussy juice and semen trickled out so that strands dangled for a while before breaking off and splattering the floor to be immediately replaced by another strand. 
I saw my friend's hips jerk and knew that he was blasting his spunk deep inside her bottom. My assumption was confirmed when I saw the sticky stuff oozing out, around his cock to dribble down and merge with the strands from hers sex. She had drunk a lot of whisky that evening and his cock must have put pressure on her bladder because, as she writhed in the grip of her orgasm, she started to pee. The golden liquid streamed down battering the sex juices which were dribbling from her sex and anus. Keith pulled his cock free but Susanna remained kneeling, as if waiting an order that she could move. Her secret hole was wide open, as if expecting the return of the big cock, and from it a steady stream of spunk dribbled out and blended with the fading flow of her urine.
I can honestly say that I have never witnessed a more obscene sight and could not allow myself to believe that it was my wife who was providing it.
Eventually Susanna collapsed on her front, looking exhausted, but she wasn't left alone for long. Rhys pulled her away from the urine-soaked cushion and manoeuvred into sitting on the edge of the podium. He stood in front of her and guided her hand to his dangling cock. Without being told she gripped the shaft, between her fingers and sucked the knob. Euan knelt and kissed her breasts, licking the salty sweat from their pink nipples then he twirled them between his fingers before many hands slipped under her buttocks and lifted her up as he sat down. Her breasts mashed against his chest as she was moved onto his lap. His fingers gripped and spread the pliant lips of her sex apart then he fed the head of his huge cock between them. The men allowed her weight to do the work. As she sank down the huge cock powered ever deeper into her sex until the blend of sex juices was smearing his balls and pubic hair. She encircled his waist with her legs and locked her ankles behind him as she adjusted her body to deal with the deepest and thickest penetration she'd ever experienced. She held onto his shoulders with her boobs bouncing on her chest while squirming on the thick pole. Soon she gave every signs that she was on the threshold of another huge orgasm. 
Later she told me that she'd felt something snap, deep in her sex which had allowed the huge cock to penetrate inside her womb. 
Susanna climaxed and her body shook as if being battered by the fury of a hurricane. Her spitted body shuddered and spasmed as her legs tightened around Euan because the frenzied madness of her orgasm had overtaken her. I heard him grunt and realised that he was spurting his semen upward into her womb to mingle with the sloshing sex juices which were already swimming there. It was obvious that she was in heaven and it took a long time for her to recover. Some of the men helped her off Euan’s cock then lifted her onto her feet and steered her over Rhys, who was lying on his back with his mighty cock sticking up from his groin. The two men let her down gently so that she was skewered on the stiff cock which went all the way inside her pussy, lubricated by the freshly deposited spunk. Keith and Pete stood, on each side of her, and guided their stiff cocks to her lips and her tongue curled out and started to lick both knobs before she tried to take them both into her mouth, at the same time. Her lips stretched wide open and somehow she managed to get both knobs inside her mouth at the same time. As she sucked on them she moved her fingers up and down the throbbing shafts. Rhys gripped her waist and started moving her up and down on his cock, in a steady rhythm.
I groaned deep in my throat as I realised how much my wife was enjoying sitting on one man's hard cock while sucking on the cocks of my two friends, at the same time. I also felt ashamed that I was enjoying it so much and kept asking myself what kind of a man I was who would allow such things to be done to his wife.
Keith pulled away and she took as much of Pete's cock as she could inside her mouth. Keith knelt behind her and gripping her buttocks yanked them apart. She shuddered with renewed lust as she felt the knob of his hard cock nudge her rectum. I held my breath as the cock forced its way, to the hilt, inside her bottom until his balls collided with her bottom. She tried to scream but her mouth was filled by Pete’s cock. It must have been painful, at the outset anyway, to have a huge cock pounding into her behind while it was being constricted by another cock filling her sex. Phil’s cock continued to move in and out of her pussy as the other started to slide in and out of her tight bottom and they soon found a common rhythm. Each thrust into her other orifices forced her mouth further down Pete's cock until her lips were buried in his pubic hair and the knob must have been lodged in her throat. She jerked and shuddered, from the dual assault on her pussy and rectum, as her body buckled under a huge orgasm. Her excitement must have communicated itself to Pete because he lost control and a sloppy spurt of warm spunk blasted into her throat, as she fought for breath. Her lips were clamped around the base of his cock as its salty content blasted down her throat then she opened her mouth and his cock slipped out and she flicked her tongue over the slit and was rewarded with another large dollop, which covered her tongue and lips. Swiftly several more emissions splashed wetly over her cheeks, chin and nose before Pete pushed his cock back into her open mouth so that she could lick him clean.
She was still in the throes of her huge orgasm but Keith's cock never stopped moving in and out of her tight arse and, as Pete's cock slid out of her mouth, he started to speed up his thrusts, with his tummy slapping hard into her making her buttocks wobble. I heard him grunt and knew that he was ejaculating deep inside her rectum. She shrieked loudly as he continued to pound into her, so vigorously that Phil had a hard time keeping his cock wedged inside her pussy. Keith finished coming and his softening cock plopped out of her sloppy arse as she continued climaxing. Seconds later Phil injected another dose of spunk into her spasming pussy and when they pulled away I could see both holes gaping wide open allowing spunk to lewdly dribble out.
It was clear that the men were exhausted and, being sated, had begun to realise what they had done. Without looking at me they scuttled about looking for their clothes.
At last I was free from the invisible chains, which had kept me rooted to one spot, and I hurried to Susanna. She was curled up, like a small child, and was fast asleep. It would have made a perfect picture of innocence if it wasn’t for the bubble of spunk, which inflated each time she breathed out through her nose and the traces of spunk in her hair and on her face and boobs beside the semen which was still oozing out from both her pussy and anus. 
It was time for some damage control and I turned to the others and, in my most authoritarian voice, told them what I expected from them.
‘All of you listen to me very carefully. What happened tonight is one of those spontaneous things which only happens once or twice in a lifetime and I would appreciate it if you filed it away in your memories as a delicious, wicked event which will sustain you in your old age and nothing more. I am going to ask each one of you to give me your solemn promise that what happened tonight will never leave this room. We have known each other for a long time and I trust you to keep it your promise. I need not remind you that it would not do if your wives ever got the slightest whiff of what transpired here tonight. Oh yes, one more thing I will ask of you, please give me the films you have shot tonight. I know that I don’t have to go into the reasons. If we all conduct ourselves as adults I do not see how I could hold any grudges against any of you for what happened so let’s all be sensible.’
They heard me in silence while they finished dressing. Looking around I saw that they all looked very sheepish. One by one they came up to me and shook my hand and pledged to keep the secret as they handed me the films, they had shot, before leaving the room. I decided to let my wife sleep while I put away the equipment and tidied the place up. I had just started when Rhys came back. Perhaps because he had been the ring leader and felt guilty he offered to help me and I accepted and soon we had the place shipshape. We had to throw away the cushion which not only bore traces of sex juices but stank of pee. He helped me lift Susanna to her feet. I can swear that she was asleep the whole time we carried her to the shower cubicle and did not fully wake up even when we started to gently wash her, from head to toe. We even had to shampoo her hair because it was so tangled with drying semen. On reflection one of the things I found really mind-boggling that evening was having another man holding my wife’s buttocks wide apart so that I could aim the jet from the showerhead into her open anus, to wash out the remaining semen. This act seems much more depraved and obscene that having watched her being screwed by so many men. Rhys held her sex lips far apart as I tried to erase any trace of semen from her vagina. We dried her then slipped the dress over her naked body and he helped me carry her to the car and lay her down on the back seat. All of these things we’d done without us speaking a word. He shook my hand and went to his car and drove away. I took my wife home and carried her into the bedroom and tucked her into bed. 
I did not feel at all sleepy so I had a shower then slipped on my old dressing gown. I went into my study, put on a CD of Beethoven’s ninth, poured myself a large single malt and sat in my leather chair to contemplate on what had happened that evening. I can’t say that I reached any significant conclusion except that I knew that my wife had enjoyed not only her very first orgasm but many more after that and I could only surmise that being degraded had been the key to unlocking her frustrated sexuality. If that was so I wondered where it left our relationship. I gazed at the rolls of film, I’d lined up on my desk, and wondered why I had not started destroying them and why I was thinking of developing them so that I could see the evidence of the depravity which had taken place.
I fell asleep in my chair and did not wake up till the daily came, at nine o’clock. Being Saturday I wasn’t due at work. I hurried up to our bedroom and saw that Susanna was still fast asleep. She had kicked off the sheet and blanket and lay there fully naked like as if she was posing for a painter. I stood there thinking how sweet she looked and how beautifully formed she was and how lucky I was to have such a striking-looking wife then I became anxious about what would happen once she woke up and remembered what had taken place the previous evening.
The daily left at one and my wife was still asleep then, at around two o’clock, I heard her moving about and taking a shower. I prepared a light cold lunch and even went out in the garden and cut a fresh rose for her. I sat in the patio anxiously waiting for her, sweating and feeling my stomach doing somersaults. She appeared wearing a dressing gown which was so sheer that I could see her naked body through it. She’d washed her hair and it tumbled down past her shoulders like a mantle of sable. She had not bothered with make-up but she looked radiant. She came to me and plonked herself down on my lap and, without saying a word, kissed me passionately. I am sure that it was only two or three minutes later that she was fully naked and straddling me with my cock fully buried inside her sex. All I did was hold on to her as she lifted herself up and down until she shrieked with ecstasy as she climaxed, the first time she’d ever done that with me. She slumped against me and told me how much she loved me and would do so for ever because I was the nicest man in the whole wide world. Then she put her mouth next to my ear and whispered that she wanted me to slip my cock into her bottom and fuck her arse and fill it with spunk. Hearing those crude words from her was so shocking that, for a moment, I was stunned but then she got off my lap and pulled me to my feet and led me into the lounge. She knelt on the carpet, with her head resting on the arm of the sofa, and reached back to part her buttocks and expose the secret rose, nestling in the deep valley.
‘You have always wanted to take me that way and I am so sorry you were not the first but from now on I want you to use my cunt and arsehole as you wish, they are yours! But now give it to me hard. Punish me for my sins, fuck my arsehole, punish this slut!’ She whispered.
How could any man resist?
I had my clothes off in no time at all then I knelt behind her. I slipped my cock into her sex a couple of times, to grease it, before pushing it against her secret hole. It resisted for a little while then opened and allowed my cock to slip all the way inside. Except for a tiny cry, when it first entered her, she showed no sign of pain. Soon I was pounding my cock into her with all the strength in my body as she braced herself against the sofa. Her hole was very tight and it gripped my cock like a vice so it wasn’t surprising that I soon lost control and ejaculated my sperm deep into her bottom. I was surprised and delighted when she climaxed as soon as she felt my spunk flooding into her body. My cock lost its stiffness and plopped out of her bottom, with a noise like wet fart, and the woman, who had always been so uptight about her bottom, twisted round and took it in her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue, not seeming to care where it had been.
We had our lunch and we talked about the previous evening and I told her right away that I did not hold it against her and in fact had really enjoyed seeing her being so uninhibited for the first time since I’d known her. I also told her how happy I was that she had finally enjoyed the pleasures of orgasming. She leant across the table and gave me a big kiss, told me that she loved me more than ever, then sat down again and told me something about her childhood, she had never revealed to anyone before.
‘My mother had me when she was barely eighteen then my father died when I was ten and, for a while, I was so devastated by his death that I could not concentrate on anything. My attention span was less than a child of four and both the school and my mother were so worried about my state of mind that they sent me to a psychiatrist. She was a very nice and motherly woman and she did get me to talk about my problems but it did not seem to help a great deal. About eight months after Dad died my mother took a lover. At first I was resentful and would not even talk to him but, after that initial period of suspicion, I slowly began to warm up to him and soon was treating him like a substitute father. A couple of months later he moved in and it began to feel like a family again and I snapped out of my black moods and was once again the bright, ebullient child I’d been before my father’s death.
Jake, my mother’s lover, seemed to have had a lot of money although he did not seem to work because he was always at home and only went out a couple of hours a day. One day, when I was fourteen, after the school lunch. I felt sick. I was sure it was something I’d eaten and my teacher sent me home early with a note. On the way home I vomited and as the stuff hurled out of me my sickness evaporated with it. I could have gone back to school but decided to have the afternoon off. I felt so much better by the time I reached the house. As I always did I entered the house through the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of milk and, was about to drink it, when I heard a weird kind of sound coming up from the basement. Not quite sure what it could be and, without thinking. I grabbed a large kitchen knife and crept up to the door to the cellar but found that it was locked from the inside. For a moment I didn’t know what to do then I remembered that when we’d first moved in I had discovered that you could see into the basement through a gap in the wooden wall, which separated it from the coal cellar. The gap had been papered over but it was still there so, making sure not to make a sound. I crept into the coal cellar, from the outside. The funny sounds were louder there and I recognised that it was a melange of a woman groaning and whimpering as if she was in pain, and male grunting. Carefully using the kitchen knife I made a hole through the wallpaper then peered through the crack and what I saw was to affect me forever.
I saw that my mother, Eve, was completely naked and strapped down on a padded table with her knees wide apart and her knees folded back against her chest. The next shock I received came when I realised that my mother’s sex-mound was as bare as a child’s and that her sex was crudely kept open by metal clips, at the end of chains attached to the table. Being so crudely kept open meant that I could see all the way inside my mother’s vagina, which was very red and shiny. I could see white juices clinging to the inner walls. Surrounding her were four men, including Jake, and they were also stark naked and each one sported a huge erection. It was the first time I had ever seen a male member erect and to see four, at the same time, made me feel dizzy and shocked me profusely. Of course I knew a little about sex, having received sex-education lessons and having listened to other girls boasting about their sex prowess, but I was still a virgin and had only ever kissed one boy. Seeing those rampant erections made my stomach knot and I didn’t know what to do. Can you imagine how traumatic the sight must have been to an innocent young virgin? 
One of the men stepped forward and he was holding his penis by the base. I could see it very clearly when he slipped the purple knob into the gaping entrance of my mother’s vagina and I almost screamed for him to stop because it would kill her but I controlled myself when I realised that my mother was showing every signs that she was enjoying it. The man took his time but eventually he buried the entire length of his cock deep into her sex. The other men sniggered as they watched him  doing it.
I heard the man ask my mother to beg him to fuck her arse because she needed it so much and she replied that she wouldn’t. Keeping his cock wedged all the way inside her he slapped her defenceless buttocks several times and I saw them turn bright pink and I could even see the imprint of his hand on one. He repeated his request but again she refused so he once again rained down a series of slaps turning her buttocks bright crimson so that it looked like they were on fire. Suddenly my mother yelled out that she wanted him to fuck her bottom and spunk her bowels and he laughed then started screwing her so hard that her breasts were bouncing on her chest like beach balls. The man pulled out his cock, from her vagina, and aimed the head at the brown hole, nestling between her spread buttocks and, seconds later, it disappeared to the hilt inside her. The brutal entry was accompanied by my mother’s whimpers. The man paused, with his cock fully embedded in my mother’s anus, and the other men stepped closer to have a good look. One of them moved to her head and ordered her to suck him and I could hardly believe that I was seeing my mother’s lips close around the purple knob then half the shaft disappeared from view as her cheeks indented. The first man began screwing her bottom hard as she sucked on the other man’s cock. I was appalled by what I was seeing but, at the same time, I could feel a kind of liquid heat burning in my virgin sex and it was so powerful that I could not stop myself slipping a hand into my panties and stroking my sex, as I continued watching the men abusing my mother. I was very wet and my fingers easily slipped up and down the furrow of my sex.
The man, who was using my mother’s mouth so obscenely, started coming and he quickly pulled his cock out and kept stroking it as he ejaculated all over her face and into her open mouth. A few moments later the other man announced that he was sperming her arsehole and that it was out of this world. When his cock slipped out there was a trickle of milky-looking liquid dribbling out of the still gaping anus as if to prove that he had not lied. Jake stepped forward and released my mother from her constrains before he lay down on the table. Eagerly she straddled him and lowered herself on his upstanding cock. The fourth man stood at the end of the table and gripped my mother’s hips as he rammed his cock all the way up her bottom. In tandem the men began fucking my mother’s twin orifices while she shrieked that she deserved to be treated like a whore because she was just a slut and that they must never stop.
That was the first time I watched but I did again many times. I learned that my mother liked pain and would beg to be beaten and abused. When watching I would play with myself wishing that I could take her place and invariably I would climax at least twice. I watched my mother being whipped, caned, pissed on and having to perform the most depraved acts with men and women and even once with a dog. Jack seemed to have an unending stream of men and women friends who came to the house to use and abuse my mother for his and her pleasure. The rest of the time my mother and Jake acted like sweethearts, always kissing and hugging, and being considerate to each other so that it was hard to believe that there was such a dark side to their relationship.
Eventually, when I lost my virginity with a boy of her own age, I discovered that sex was nothing like I’d expected. Because of my childhood experiences I had craved and expected to be treated and abused the way my mother had been and in return I had expected to wallow in the same dirty pleasures she enjoyed. Instead my boyfriends treated me like a princess because I was so good looking. Several unsatisfactory affairs later I finally got up the courage to ask a man, who I believed was mature enough to agree, to treat me roughly and punish me for being a slut but he called me sick, depraved and dumped me so I never again stuck my neck out. Then you came along and I fell in love and it did not seem to matter that the sex wasn’t as exciting as I’d hoped for.’
Jake and Eve immigrated to Canada not long after Susanna moved to London but they did come to the wedding and I remember them as being very demonstrative towards each other and very nice. Susanna’s mother was shorter than her daughter but she was pleasantly curved and looked at least ten years younger than she was. Jake’s mother died and left them a huge mansion in the Lake District and at the end of last year they came back. We had been up there for a weekend to visit them and it had been a lot of fun. After having listened to my wife’s account I tried to picture Jake and Eve engaging in such perversity but had a hard time making it seem real.
I have tried hard to be the masterful man Susanna needs but it’s not in my nature so I have had to resort to finding men that can be to keep her happy. You will not be surprised to hear that they are many of them out there once you find the right man to introduce you into the circle. We always make sure to travel to them, as far from home as possible, so that we can keep up the appearance of a well adjusted couple to our friends and colleagues.”