FINDING LOVE IN THE STRANGEST PLACE

Sometime I wonder why I stay married. We seem to live separate lives. In the last six months I've seen my husband twice, for a few hours each time, and we didn't even make love. He’s an engineer and has been working in Iraq, at the oil refineries. He is earning a bundle of money and says that it is only for a short time and then we will be set up for life. It is too dangerous for me to join him.  I heard a version of that story before the Iraq war started so I know that he enjoys the freedom of his job more than he will admit. When I've tried to talk to him about our marriage he's refused to discuss it and told me to be patient. The only thing I managed to get him to agree to was that we should start a family soon. Eagerly I ditched my contraception paraphernalia but was still waiting for him to do the business when the following happened.

I work part-time and it is the only thing which keeps me sane. My boss, a widower, is near to retiring age and is really kind and thoughtful. He said that I should go out more and he invited me to accompany him to a party given by a friend of his. There seemed to be no harm in accepting. The party was held in a luxurious penthouse, overlooking the river. It was a balmy summer's evening and I was wearing a thin, silk, shift dress which I’d bought especially for the occasion. It was very sheer and very expensive. I was wearing a basque which nipped in my waist but allowed my breasts to bounce freely. I needed to feel glamorous and I was rather glad that I’d dressed up because all the women were dressed to the nines. Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves and surprisingly they were very kind and made me feel welcome. I'd felt very nervous because I knew no one there but they made me feel as if I belonged. 

I was on my third or was it my fourth glass of champagne when things began happening. I have a low tolerance for alcohol and was feeling very merry and certainly not thinking straight. My boss, Mr. Gilles, had gone off to talk to someone and I couldn't see him anywhere. The lights were dimmed and the dancing began. I was swept onto the dance floor by a very handsome man who told me his name was Nigel and that he was Mr. Gilles's son and that it was his party. He added that his father was a fortunate man to have such a lovely companion. I confessed that I worked for his father and was not involved with him. He said that his father was a fool to allow such an attractive woman to roam free. I should have known what he was after...aren't all men after the same thing but I felt flattered by his compliments and basked with satisfaction. 

As we swayed, to the music, I became aware that he was deliberately rubbing his erection lasciviously against my lower tummy. It felt as if he wanted to find out how I would react to his brazen, sexual overtures. It had been such a long time since I’d made love, with my husband, that it felt as if he’s released a dam inside me. Despite my misgivings feeling that hard rod rubbing against my sex mound was turning me on incredibly fast. I could feel moistness begin to ooze from my slit and dampen the gusset of my sheer thong. Feebly I tried to hide my arousal from Nigel but my breathing had become ragged and my nipples were sticking out like organ stops and he didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to guess that I was turned-on by his wicked behaviour. He kissed my neck and his mouth was right by my ear when he said something about having wanted to fuck me, from the moment I'd walked in. 

I was shocked by his obscene comment. Besides being married I wasn't the kind of a woman who likes being crudely propositioned. I pulled away from him informing him that I was a married woman and that he wasn’t a gentleman. I intended to flounce off and search for his father to tell him about his son’s behaviour but it was then, as I tried to walk away, that I became aware that we were surrounded by a group of men. There must have been at least six of them and I was confused when they blocked my way and, before I realised what they intended doing, I felt a multitude of hands stroking my body. Two hands grabbed my boobs, others my buttocks and one even cupped my sex mound and it felt as if I was in the grip of an octopus. I turned to Nigel for help but, chuckling lewdly, he laced his arms around my waist and pulled me against his body. He made a great show of rotating his erection lewdly against my sex, as if he wanted each man there to see him doing it. As he held me tight hands slipped underneath my dress and began obscenely touching my intimate parts. Because I was wearing a thong there was hardly any barrier between my nakedness and the groping hands. Nigel kissed me and his thick tongue lanced between my teeth deep into my mouth. His hands were gripping handfuls of my buttocks, through my thin dress, pulling them far apart while other hands were between my legs probing my vaginal flesh. I squirmed, trying to wiggle away, and then tried to squeeze my thighs together, to keep the hands from touching me so obscenely, but it was too late. I gasped as the thong was yanked down my legs till it dangled around my ankles before being whipped away.  I gasped loudly as my sex lips were spread wide open so that two fingers could spear between them and easily slip into the clasping depths and wetness of my sex.
 
I'd been so engrossed, trying to restrain the wandering hands that I hadn't noticed that someone had pushed my dress up to my waist, baring my lower body so that the men could not only see everything but were able to touch me wherever they liked. They seemed determined to explore every inch of my naked body, in as short a time as possible. Three fingers slid up into my wet pussy and one into my tight rectum. I gasped with pain as the dry finger wormed its way into my back passage. Hands kneaded my boobs and buttocks, mouths kissed and wet tongues licked my skin, wherever exposed. It's almost impossible to describe the sensations and emotions, streaming through me, because so many things were done to me at the same time.

Although I knew that I should continue to resist, the obscene sensations were so deliriously ecstatic that I was completely overwhelmed by lust. Alcohol and frustration blended to weaken any resistance I might have dredged up and I was unable to defend my honour. Mind you I don't think I ever had a chance against so many rampant, testosterone-charged males.

A man pressed himself against my back and I felt the stiff prodding of a very hard, bare penis between my legs and, of their own volition, my thighs parted and the stiff rod pushed between my legs, it felt as thick as a handrail and was throbbing wildly against my pussy. A moan gurgled from my throat as instinctively I pumped my hips back and forth rubbing my dripping pussy along the stranger's massive shaft and the friction of the rigid stem against my clitoris was blissful. Even though I knew that it would send signals of surrender I couldn't control my movements and the moans which escaped from my open mouth. 

I was aware that some of the men were straining to get a better look at what was happening between my legs and, looking down, I saw the head of the thick, blue-veined penis, which was prodding against my pussy, had cleaved the lips apart so that it was framed by my engorged flesh. Then it disappeared before reappearing again rubbing against my swollen love-button causing my pussy to spasm with arousal. I was so wet, by this time that the shaft was liberally coated with my love juice.  Once again it pulled back but this time it didn't reappear and I felt the head lodging between my buttocks and pressing lewdly against my rear hole. I tried to wiggle away but it was too late. I shrieked a mixture of fear and pleasure, as the blunt head, lubricated by my sex juices, popped through the taut ring of my anus then slid deep into the rubbery, clasping warmth of my rectum. It was the first time I’d ever been penetrated there and it was extremely painful but, at the same time, incredibly arousing. The pain acted like an aphrodisiac and I welcomed it. I whimpered but made no move to stop the men doing what they wanted to me. I was too far gone in the grip of incredible ecstasy.
 
When I think about it now that the first thing that I was subjected to that evening was sodomy I blush with shame. The man, whoever he was, must have been pretty sure that he'd get away with it.

The man, who was screwing my bottom so vigorously, was panting heavily and groaning with pleasure. The pain had lessened and been replaced by pleasure. Instinctively I bucked my bottom back and forth allowing his penis to penetrate all the way inside me. I knew that the others could see my anal ring clasping the man’s shaft, but I didn't care. I could feel the fingers, which had invaded my pussy, stroking the man's shuttling penis, through the thin membrane which separated the two fleshy tunnels. It was a strange and exciting sensation which was driving me out of my mind with obscene ecstasy.

The man buggering me made me bend, from the waist, which allowed his rod to slip even deeper up my rectum. Suddenly my open mouth was filled with hard flesh. It was Nigel who was driving his penis deep into my throat.  The breath was driven from my lungs as the hard phallus continued ploughing relentlessly into my rectum while thick fingers continued seesawing in and out of my pussy. I was gripped tightly, around the waist, as the man pulled me back against him burying his rock-hard rod extremely deep inside my anus, again and again. I grunted, around the penis moving back and forth in my mouth. A multitude of fingers nipped, pinched, stroked my body while the twin male rods poked and prodded salaciously into my twin holes creating an incredible blend of pain and unbelievable ecstasy. I would have probably screamed, had my mouth not been so full of hard flesh. My fingers were digging into the Nigel's hips as I held on to him for dear life. My body became tense as every muscle and nerve throbbed and quivered like plucked musical strings as I felt my rectal muscles clasping the hard fleshy cylinder just as an overwhelming orgasm blasted through my body. It lasted a long time then suddenly the man removed his phallus, from my spasming anus, and, at the same time, the fingers left my pussy, leaving me feeling empty. I could feel sticky semen beginning to seep out of my still-opened back hole making me realise that the man had climaxed in my bottom while I’d been orgasming.
I opened my eyes and looking round saw that naked men and women, all over the room, were screwing their brains out. 

Someone, it might have been the man who'd sodomised me, rained a series of hard slaps on my buttocks causing my anus to open and allow more semen to trickle out. When the punishment ceased Nigel gently withdrew his thick penis, from my stretched lips, and thoughtfully helped me to stand up. Actually it wasn't a gallant gesture; he just wanted to get rid of my dress so that I was left wearing only my high heels, hold-up stockings and the basque. I could feel sticky semen trickling out of my rectum as he steered me to a group, sprawled on cushions on the floor. He lowered my naked body amongst them. It was like being immersed in a snake-pit and my thighs were immediately splayed wantonly apart. My hands gripped Nigel's shoulders, as he moved on top of me and I felt the tip of his erection prodding against my sex mound and instinctively I directed it to the right place. The engorged head slid up between the splayed lips of my pussy dragging them inward. I wriggled under him and ground my sloppy pussy salaciously upward to suck his penis deeper into my greedy sex. I felt a hand slip between our bodies wantonly spreading the fleshy lips of my pussy wide open so that my clitoris was fully exposed. My legs were bent back, as other hands gripped my passion-swollen breasts and tugged viciously on the twin nipples. More fingers gripped my clitoris and stretched it out as if it was a penis then it was roughly rolled between fingertips causing pain to streak through my pussy as Nigel drove his phallus into the steaming liquid depths, as hard as he could. Many hands ravaged my body at the same time. Nigel almost seemed angry as he pistoned his penis into my pussy with such fury that it felt as if it would come out of my mouth. There was no gentleness just the powerful strength of male arrogance. His phallus ripped through the pliant walls of my vagina and deep into my belly, again and again. My vaginal walls gave way, like the walls of a dam before an onrushing flood. Each thrust of his hard flesh, into my pussy, caused my anus to dilate forcing some of the semen to be ejected.

I heard him gasp, with pleasure, as my pussy started milking his penis, as it sank in to the hilt, again and again. His testicles were slapping rhythmically against the smooth surface of my upturned bottom while fingers slipped into my bottom, using the semen filling it as lubrication. Someone was gripping my love-button so that it was stretched, as far as it would go, and then releasing it before stretching it again. Pain blended with ecstasy. Two mouths were sucking my nipples, at the same time, and teeth bit on the nubs so hard that I was sure that they were bleeding. The multitude of sensations was driving me crazy. I'd been a complete and utter stranger to these people, when the party began, and now they were using my body as if I was an inflatable doll.

What I couldn’t understand was why the pain which these strangers were inflicting with their vicious caresses was arousing me more than anything I’d ever experienced before?

Nigel's hips were working powerfully, his breath coming hard and fast. The deep thrusting strokes drove the head of his phallus against my cervix, again and again, jolting my entire body and causing my heavy breasts to bob about. I moaned with lust and pushed my pelvis up, with such lusty strength, that I dislodged the fingers from my bottom. My anus wasn't left alone for long. I gurgled with pleasure as something hard prodded against it. Seconds later a slim penis slipped all the way inside my rectum. I moaned and whimpered, like a woman possessed by lusting demons, as the two male rods stretched my holes to capacity. It made me feel as I was being skewered by a gigantic phallus. My legs held the younger man tightly, as my heels pounded his back. I edged closer and closer to the shuddering brink of another climax. My thighs opened and closed, in time with the deep-boring thrusts. My moans degenerated into an incessant whine of lustful arousal. The penis, reaming my anal passage, matched the rhythm of the one in my pussy. My body undulated, with a primeval rhythm of naked lust, as I edged closer and closer to another orgasm. I screamed, pulling my knees as far back as they could go, frantically devouring every inch of the man's penis in the depths of my vagina as my climax broke. My action forced my anus down the other man's shaft so that I felt his pubes being crushed against my bottom. My pelvis pushed up salaciously, in fervid hunger, as I shuddered and shook as spasm after spasm of ecstasy blasted through me!
 
My orgasm lasted a very long time. It had nearly faded when Nigel lifted himself from me. He withdrew his still rigid penis from the elastic grip of my still spasming sex and politely thanked me for a sensational fuck and wandered away with his rigid phallus bobbing up and down as he walked. Without me even realising it the man, whose penis had ravaged my anus, had also moved away. I felt like an empty vessel as I lay there discarded.

Around me couples were wrapped lewdly around each other, in various forms of sexual permutations. I looked around for Mr. Gilles but he was nowhere to be seen. Before I could search for him hands gripped me, turned me over, and then tugged at me until I was on my hands and knees. Someone knelt behind me. I felt hands opening my buttocks wide. I moaned anxiously as fingertips fluttered over my sex and gripped the lips of my dribbling pussy and forced them wide open. My pussy was throbbing and pouting with wild, ravenous cock-hunger. I blushed when I heard a man's voice exclaiming with surprise when he saw the sperm filling my anus. He invited the onlookers to study my openings and see how red and wet my sex was. Someone pushed a tongue into the steamy slit of my pussy, and licked fervently. I knew that it was a woman, from the silkiness of the face pressed against my inner buttocks. I moaned loudly, my whole body shuddering with hunger, as the thick tongue plied slickly in search of more juice. It was igniting a huge fire of fiery passion and I felt as if I was going insane. I heard myself screaming out for someone to screw me. There was a ripple of laughter, from the onlookers, and again I blushed fiercely as I realised what I was doing in front of complete strangers. I was voicing my depravity and begging them to use me like a bitch on heat.
 
The woman fastened her moist lips on the nerve-filled pearl of my clitoris and rolled it between her lips. My body snapped like a whip as her long tongue worked skilfully over the super-sensitive bud. I whimpered like an animal, squirming and gasping, as she brought me to the very brink of another orgasm. Suddenly the mouth moved away and a series of smacks bounced off my buttocks before strong hands gripped my hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the top of my cheeks. I felt a hard rod rest between my splayed buttocks. Shamelessly I ground them back salaciously in a frustrated effort to trap it and draw it deep into my ravenous sex. I felt the man pull back just enough for his hard rod to slip along the smooth, hairless crevice of my bottom and press against the rim of my anus. It was as if every man there wanted to show me what a slut I was by screwing my bottom, instead of my sex. My rectal flesh flowered then closed tightly around the pole of hard flesh as the penis moved inward, lubricated by the sperm already filling my rectum. I'd expected him to ram his hardness all the way inside me, in one mighty thrust, instead he only inserted about an inch or so inside my spasming anus. As my rectal muscle hungrily nibbled on his hard flesh I mewled and choked with frustrated lust. He kept his phallus there as systematically he began to smack my buttocks hard. I moaned and squirmed in frantic arousal, rocking so that the head of his penis pushed in and out causing my pussy juices to dribble out of my sex. Looking beneath me I could see that a gleaming strand was dangling from my sex and swaying wildly with my frantic movements. The man knew what he was about. His taunting strokes drove me wild with lust, turning me into a wild animal! 

My anus hungrily sucked and nibbled at the head of his penis, as I futilely tried to coax him to give me all of it. He chuckled lewdly. I heard the others join in but I no longer cared that I was making an obscene spectacle of myself, in front of strangers. I begged aloud for him to fill my bumhole with his cock. He stopped smacking me and grabbed my fleshy buttocks, his fingers squeezing so hard that the flesh swelled between them reviving the pain from the smacking and it  flowered through my abused flesh as, with a cruel and sadistic snap of his hips, he sank all of his good-sized penis into the liquid pool of my hungry bum, in one lunge. My animalistic cries were a mixture of shame and relief, pain and satisfaction, and were echoed by cheering and sarcastic clapping from the onlookers.
 
I was sweating profusely. I began immediately to push my bottom back against him, meeting his deep, punishing thrusts with rotations of my hips. My body was jerking and shuddering. I knew that the others were watching, in rapt fascination, as the man drove his penis hard into my bottom causing me to beat my fists against the carpet. His strong hands were gripping my buttocks, his thumbs spreading the pliant cheeks far apart. I knew that he was able to see the hairless pink, puckered ring of my anus opening and sliding back and forth around his shaft as he pistoned his big rod into me accompanied by surprisingly loud slurping sounds.

The circle of naked men and women continued to watch me as, like an animal, I knelt in total submission while a complete stranger used my bottom for his pleasure. My breasts dangled and swayed from the force of his powerful thrusts. He rocked his hips back as a dozen or so eyes strained for a better view. I could feel the moist flesh of my anus being drawn out, as it clung heatedly to the shaft of his lust-bloated erection, only to be crammed lewdly back again into the sloppy passage, again and again. I was working my bottom back shamelessly, onto his deeply impaling hardness. My entire body tingled with the presage of an approaching climax and I squealed with ecstatic delight. My buttocks were grinding in circles. The cheeks were clenching and unclenching lewdly, inviting him to penetrate the tight hole again and again. My hair swirled around my face as I writhed in a frenzy of wanton arousal. I was utterly lost, lost in a morass of pure lust where nothing mattered but the penis ploughing into my insides. My bare breasts jiggled and tossed, as they dangled below my torso, and now and then swung far enough to slap my chin. As he continued to batter his penis into my anus he resumed slapping my buttocks. It should have been painful but it wasn't, it was pure delight and, in no time at all, the man brought me quickly to a screaming bloodcurdling orgasm, of such intensity that I nearly blacked out. Weird croaking sounds came from my mouth. My shrieking climax was made even more lewd by knowing that I was being watched by a group of men and women. My pussy was wide open and from it a steady flow of pussy juices trickled out, strands dangling for a while before breaking off and splattering the carpet to be immediately replaced by another one. I felt the rod jerk, within the sleeve of my rectum and realised that the man was blasting his sperm deep inside me filling me so much that the sticky stuff oozed out, around the imbedded shaft and dribbled down the inside of my thighs. I felt his phallus pull free, of my rectal grip, but I remained kneeling, as if waiting for an order that I could move. I could feel the semen begin to dry puckering my skin, as people lost interest in me and began to walk away. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated around me.
 
I felt hands gently stroking my quivering buttocks. I looked back, over my shoulder, and saw a pretty redhead kneeling behind me. She was intently staring at my intimate holes. She leant forward. I felt the touch of her lips as she stuck her tongue out all the way into my bottom. She licked the semen from my anus, like a kitten lapping milk from a saucer. I could hear her slurping and swallowing as she licked me squeaky clean until there was no more semen to be had. Then she moved away. I collapsed down on my front exhausted. I wasn't left alone for long. A man knelt in front of me. He stroked my hair then lifted me to a sitting position. He guided my hand to his dangling penis. It was my boss, Mr. Gilles. I gripped the shaft, between my eager fingers, and discovered that it was still moist and sticky, no doubt from some other woman's pussy. It was already hardening and lengthening and soon it was hard as a rod of iron.  Although brimming with happiness, because he'd found me, at the same time I was flooded by wave after wave of bitter jealousy. He'd chosen another woman to fuck. Why? 

Who was she? 

I would tear her hair out and gouge her eyes. He's my friend besides being my boss and he didn't need any other woman as I would do anything he desired. I was astounded that I felt that way as I’d never envisaged him as being anything but my kind boss.

Mr. Gilles lowered his head and kissed my breasts, licking the salty sweat from their pink nipples and twirled the nubs between his fingers. His hands slipped under my buttocks and lifted me easily as he sat down. My breasts mashed against his chest as he moved me onto his lap. His fingers gripped and spread the pliant lips of my pussy apart. I felt the head of his huge penis spear between them. He let my weight work for me. I felt that huge rod spread my sex to the limit, as I sat down. On and on it drove upward until I was smearing my sex juices over his testicles and pubic hair. I encircled his waist with my legs and locked my ankles behind him. I adjusted to the deepest and thickest penetration I'd ever experienced. I held onto his shoulders as I screwed my sex on the thick pole. My breasts were bobbing on my chest as I started bouncing up and down. Seconds later I was on the threshold of another huge orgasm. Distinctly I felt something snap, deep in my vagina, which allowed Mr. Gilles's phallus to dig even deeper inside me. I realised that it had penetrated inside my womb as I climaxed. It was like being in the core of a hurricane as my impaled body shuddered and spasmed from the unbelievable ecstasy of the incredible penetration. My legs tightened around him, as the intense pleasure grew into a crescendo of frightening dimension. I shook like somebody with a tropical fever. My blood seemed to boil to match the frenzied madness of my orgasm and I think that I screamed out that I loved him and was his forever, but I am not sure..

I vaguely heard Mr. Gilles grunt and realised that he was spurting his semen upward into my womb, like a gushing fountain and I felt privileged to have his semen inside my body. I was in heaven and it took a long time for me to recover and eventually I had to be helped off his penis because I was so weak. 

Once again the redhead used her mouth to clean me up. She seemed to have an endless capacity for semen. When she’d finished feeding Mr. Gilles told me to get cleaned up. The redhead was kneeling in front of him and licking his penis clean. How I managed to control my rage and jealousy I will never know. I wanted to kill her. I saw Mr. Gilles looking at me, over her shoulder, and there was an amused glint in his eyes. He knew exactly what I was going through! 
I dragged myself to the bathroom and had a wash then got dressed. I looked into the mirror and saw a woman on the edge of madness. Her hair was all over the place, her mascara had run and her lipstick had smeared all over her face. Globules of semen caught the light gleaming like jewels. Her eyes gleamed with fanatic frenzy.

By the time I went back downstairs the party was winding down. Mr. Gilles appeared at my elbow. He looked pale and drained as he thanked his son for a lovely party. The younger man was looking at me with appreciation and said that if his father ever got tired of me he would be prepared to take me off his hand. I was shocked when I realised that he presumed that now I belonged to his father. Then I remembered how I’d felt when I’d worked out that Mr. Giles had been with other women and I realised that, in a way, after that night I did indeed belong to my boss.

My relation with my boss indeed changed after that night. I am now his devoted Mistress and I am carrying his child. I haven’t yet worked out how I am going to explain this to my husband but I am the happiest woman in the world.