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This is a true story of a fun encounter I had with my ex-wife about fourteen years ago.
It was a hot summer, rather like it is now (indeed, that is what has brought the memory back to me), and we had been invited to what we expected to be a rather dull party by one of Elaine’s civil-service colleagues. Her work colleagues were all much older than us – we were in our forties, they in the late fifties and sixties, - and I think we both thought we would have nothing much in common with them. It was at the house of one of the supervisors, Diana, and the possibility of a swim in her swimming pool - she lived in a big house outside of Norwich – on such a hot day at least gave us some form of relief from our dutiful attendance.
Diana greeted us at the door wearing a sarong and ushered us through the house to a back from which was obviously where the guests who had already arrived had got changed: there were several piles of clothing, neatly stacked, in evidence. To these we added our own, and clad in black bikini (Elaine) and blue shorts (me), we made our way out and accepted the cool sparkling wine proffered by Own, Diana’s solicitor husband. My expectations of a rather dull party amongst the grey-haired worthies of North Norfolk was rather disrupted when I realised that one or two of the ladies present were sunbathing topless, and not all concerned at exposing their orbs when they raised themselves from a prone position to greet us as Diana made the introductions. This was obviously perfectly normal behaviour! To compound the whole confusing scenario, out=r gracious hostess, having finished the introductions, discarded her sarong and sat unselfconsciously in her bikini bottoms, baring her generous breasts to the afternoon sun.
We said very little, and were a bit uncomfortable at first to be honest, though as other guests arrived it became clear that not every lady was going to lose her bikini top (and, indeed, several kept their titties under the concealing constraint of one-piece costumes. Well, with conversation and wine we all became more relaxed, and after Elaine had taken a dip in the pool she decided to dare to bare and passed her hands over her back to release the catch on her bikini. There was I surrounded by undulating mounds of breast and tummy flesh and trying to keep the front of my trunks discreetly out of view. The towel to my left was pressed into service.
Amid much laughter, Diana began to chase some of her friends around the pool an we watched, thinking this was a rather childish thing for near-pensioners to be doing. ‘Come on, let’s all jump in!’ she laughed to the other four women she was teasing, and to my surprise released the side-tie of her bikini bottoms and jumped in naked. The others followed suit and there was much splashing around. We looked at each other in bemusement, until Helga (who was Swiss-German) appeared at the side of the pool and beckoned Elaine to join them. She hesitated and then got up. As she reached the side, Helga encouraged her ‘come on – get naked! It’s fun to swim nude, eh!’ My wife follow suit and the last I saw of her was the globes of her pale arse as she bent to drop her black bikini bottoms. A cry of ‘Come on boys’ from the pool brought laughter but no movement from the men, until Diana and another woman stepped out of the pool and led me by the hand to the water’s edge. ‘Off, off, off!’ came a female chanty from the edge and the two of them literally ripped my pants down before pushing me in to that seething mass of feminine flesh. So, I was swimming naked, and there was a great deal of contact beneath the water, but it certainly wasn’t deliberate – or was it. A few more men had joined the pool now – I think there must have been maybe ten of us in there by this stage, and all were naked and splashing about. Once this happened, though it became more intense, and my cock was grabbed several times by obviously female hands.
All very exhausting, as you can imagine – Diana called a halt and invited us to quit the pool for more wine. Ten naked bodies came up steps or ladder, dripping and flushed, and were handed more Asti and a towel. Clearly, no one was going to dress again, and given what had happened in the pool I wasn’t surprised to find Diana’s gentle hand on my cock as I sat back in the sun lounger. I looked over to Elaine, and realised that we were going to be on the menu … and we were both so turned on by the unexpected romp that we were more than up for it. As Diana knelt to kiss me, I felt her hand being replaced by a mouth as Helga took my throbbing glans delicately into her. My hands cradled Diana’s breasts, and as another womanly mouth nibbled my ear I felt Helga’s mouth drop down to encompass my engorged testicles.
Across from me, Elaine was in her element. Two grey-haired men feasted eagerly on her fat breasts, while another fed his shaven cock into her adoring mouth. Her cunt was being well and truly licked – by the FEMALE head of accounts! Given that she couldn’t see beyond the two breast-worshippers, she probably thought it was another man. Instead, she had become an unconscious bisexual! I nearly came in mid air as I watched another man penetrate the accountant from behind, his thrusts forcing the woman’s face further and further into my wife’s soaking pussy. Another female mouth was now enveloping my erection, and as Helga caressed my balls my head was being pushed alternately between the two women whose tongues were kissing the interior of my mouth.
I watched Elaine being tuned over – she wasn’t looking at what her workmates were doing to her loving husband – and as she straddled Diana’s husband two other guests moved to the front and rear. She grimaced as the first cock pushed against and then opened her sphincter, and as she sighed opened her mouth to receive the one offered to her from in front. My loving wife had just been made airtight by three retired professional gentlemen, and her breasts were being suckled upon by a woman and a man. She didn’t care who it was – she was just enjoying heavenly group sex.
Diana straddled me, likewise, and I felt the tongue of her Swiss friend licking delightedly at the junction of my cock and my hostess’s cunt. We kept this up for ten minutes and then the two changed places. Elaine was now moaning with pleasure and had taken at least one stream of sperm in her mouth while another iced her jigging breasts. The exit of the man who had buggered her suggested that he had shot his load and a minute later I knew by his facial expression that our host had made a deposit deep in my wife’s most intimate space. As she turned over on to her back, she was shocked to realise how many people had watched her in her sexual abandonment – but that was nothing to the astonishment she showed when the head of accounts resumed her pussy licking. If she objected she had no time to protest as that experienced lesbian tongue, coated as it was with fresh hostly semen, brought her to orgasm. Another hot short of sperm across her breats indicated that another guest could no longer hold out – and as my wife turned and looked towards me she was greeted with the spectacle of my own release – loud, guttural and sufficient to trigger a spasm within Diana, who screamed her pleasure. As she climbed off me, my libation flowed from her widely distended cunt – and Helga delightedly took me into her mouth, receiving a couple more spurts for her trouble. As the audience dispersed, Elaine and I embraced, and her sticky seminal coating mingled with my own spermy exudances. As we were handed more wine and a towel by our smiling host and hostess, and attempted to make polite but embarrassed conversation with the relative strangers who had just enjoyed the most unspeakable intimacies with our married bodies, we just stood there stunned, having been fucked to the edge of our very sexual beings.
This was supposed to be an ordinary middle-class party: but what on earth had we got ourselves into?
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