The Adventures of Louise

[Cosmic]

This thread is about the adventures of my wife, Louise. We've been together since we met at a British university in the eighties, so we're in our mid-late fifties now. We're still UK-based but travel widely.

Louise is 5'5" and 120 lbs (~55kg), same as she was when I met her. She doesn't wear a lot of makeup or spend money on designer clothes and beauty treaments, but she knows how to carry herself and what kind of outfits show off her best assets. She has bold facial features and a ridiculously wide smile, so while she doesn't exactly have model-like looks she's always been a pretty girl. Through a combination of good luck, genetics, sensible eating, and plenty of exercise, she has aged incredibly well and she's an all-natural, knockout MILF (soon to be GILF!).

I've always thought her best feature is her legs, which strike the perfect balance between slim, strong and feminine. She was a runner in her youth and later took up triathlons, then more recently she started doing weights to keep her bones and muscles healthy as she gets older. She definitely has an athletic physique but she also has a nice pair of tits to go with it; they're still amazingly firm and round and measure up at a neat 34C, with perfect brown, pointy nipples which stick out like coatpegs when she's turned on (or cold!). She looks amazing in a bikini, although she prefers to sunbathe naked given the choice. Her pussy is usually closely trimmed rather than shaved or waxed and, when aroused, it goes very pink, her lips swell up outrageously, and she gets very, very wet. Laundry was always a bit of an issue in our uni days as she'd soak half the bed when she came and, although that calmed down a bit as she got older, the idea that she could ever need lube, even during menopause, was unthinkable. I tease her that her wetness is her sexual superpower!

Louise is outgoing and flirtacious, but she doesn't take any shit from anyone and can be a bit feisty, so some people are a bit wary of her. She has a naturally assertive personality but can switch to being more submissive around someone who can bring that out in her. She had dozens of boyfriends in high school but, perhaps due to a mild degree of neurodiversity she has only recently started to acknowledge, none of them lasted long. Consequently she did a lot of playing around, snogging and fingering and so on, but didn't lose her virginity until relatively late, during the summer she spent working abroad before going to uni.

Once she discovered the joys of cock, the lights came on! I have heard and read many times that a lot of women aren't so much into penetration, and prefer clitoral stimulation from tongues or vibrating toys. That's not Louise. For her, all that foreplay stuff is just a means to an end and she wants to get straight to a lengthy fucking from a cock that's as big and hard as possible. It's a shame in some ways because I love licking her out and she'd rather I just got on with fucking her, but I usually make up for it by taking my time cleaning her up afterwards.

She hadn't been at uni long when I found her. She was on the pill and ready for some fun, and we were doing it bareback from day one. We were in the throes of the original AIDS epidemic but at that time most straight people still thought it was only something for gay men to worry about, so we never thought twice. She hates condoms but, through a combination of good luck and good judgement, she's never caught anything.

In those pre-internet days we didn't have much of a frame of reference and it was only later we realised two things. Firstly, that I was better endowed than my confidence-lacking younger self had imagined - not porn-star huge, but comfortably above the 90th percentile. Secondly, because she was so ridiculously wet all the time and I could never feel that much despite my generous girth, we would go at it for long periods before I came. It became normal for us to think that a "quickie" was around an hour or so, and we averaged about an hour and half a day, every day, for our first two years together.

Sadly, Louise's third year at uni was a year of study abroad, which meant we wouldn't be together. We didn't make any promises about being exclusive as we were still young and didn't want to put any pressure on our relationship, so we went our separate ways with open minds even though we were besotted with each other by then. There was a lively social scene where she went and she had a mixed circle of friends which included a few "friends with benefits" (before that was really a thing) so she got the maintenance sex she needed and plenty of drunken messing about after big nights out, but nothing that ever jeapordized us getting back together when she returned.

What she never told me until much later, perhaps because she was a bit ashamed about it at the time, was that she had her first MMF threesome just before the end of her year away. It was with a couple of guys she knew well but hadn't slept with before, and they were all drunk and decided they should have a goodbye shag. The sex was predictably poor but they had fun all the same, and it planted a seed in her imagination which only truly sprouted many years later after we had married and our kids were growing up. This is reflected in the stories that follow.

The stories I will post here are inspired by real situations and are presented in no particular order. The locations, the outfits she wore, the people she met, and the conversations she had are all based on real events, but some of the details might be embellished. I have read these stories to her when we are playing, and we both get off on them.

[Cosmic]

First story ... this one is from two or three years ago.

We'd been to a Christmas party in Manchester and I had chosen to drive because there was a train strike, the Ubers would be twice the price, and I figured it's good to use any excuse to take a night off the drinking in December as the parties mount up.

Louise was in a short, close fitting dress with high heels and bare legs as she knew she wouldn't be out in the cold waiting for a train or a taxi. The venue was shared by other parties so there were lots of people there, including plenty of drunk, horny young men for her to flirt with. Sure enough, she ended up dancing with two friendly young chaps and by the end of the night they were getting quite touchy-feely with her, which she was very much enjoying.

The party finished at 12:30, which felt a bit early, and nobody really wanted to stop. We talked about going on somewhere else, but then Louise had the bright idea of offering the lads a lift home as she's established that they lived in a town that was on our way, only about ten minutes away from where we lived. They accepted eagerly.

Louise was quite tipsy and giggly as we walked to the car, and she had her arms round both lads as we walked through the car park. We reached our car and, as I went to open the drivers door, she came up behind me and slipped something in my trouser pocket, then whispered in my ear that she'd be riding in the back with her new friends. It's a big car, and there's plenty of room in the back for three.

Before I got into the car I put my hand in my pocket and discovered a rather moist pair of very skimpy knickers, so I knew exactly what was going to happen next. I adjusted my rear view mirror to give myself a good view of Louise in the middle of the back seat. Her dress had ridden up on account of her sitting down and most of her naked thighs were on show. Sadly, it was a little too dark for me to anything more at that point, even though I had the perfect angle!

No sooner had we left the car park, the lads were taking turns to snog her and feel her up. The one to her right was feeling her tits and the one to her left started at her knee and was advancing slowly up her thigh. Just as we started to leave the city streets full of revellers and onto the big road out of town, he hit the jackpot and broke off from his turn kissing her to exclaim "woah" as he realised she had no knickers on and was already soaking wet.

Louise's legs were wide open by now and as the first fingers touched her pussy she opened them even wider and popped a knee over the leg of each of her companions, which gave me a much better view in my mirror as the skirt of her dress was now up around her waist. Leg boy went straight in up to his knuckles with three fingers and experienced no resistance at all, which led to another exclamation from him. I have come to take it for granted but you can forget that a lot of women aren't that well lubricated, especially older ones.

The snogging and groping continued with more and more intensity until we got to the postcode the lads had given me for their house, or at least the house they were both going back to. There was clearly something going on here that did not want to be interrupted and I thought I would avoid any awkwardness after we'd established exactly which house it was by asking Louise if she'd like to stay on for a bit, and I could come back and pick her up later. After all, it was only just down the road.

Her face lit up and she said, "Aw, thanks, baby", the turned to one of her friends and asked, "Is that OK? Have you got a free house? Can I come in?". The lads were still getting used to her rather forward nature and he stuttered a bit before he said, "Sure, yeah, by our guest". And with that, they all three jumped out of the car and I went home!

I made sure my phone ringer was on extra loud when I got home so that I wouldn't miss her text when she was done, then settled in to watch a movie. To be honest, I was too excited to nod off anyway, although the movie had pretty much finished before the text came back. I got straight in the car and went back to pick her up.

I texted when I got there and she came out of the house looking a little dishevelled, but very pleased with herself. She got in the front seat of the car this time and I smelt the sex on her as soon as she opened the door. She leaned over and gave me a big, salty kiss, then proceeded to give me the full gory details all the way home. She surmised that the lads must have been chemically assisted as they seemed very hard for a couple of guys who'd been drinking all evening, and the numbing effect of the alcohol alongside the stimulation of the viagra combined to make for a long, hard fucking from them both with plenty of spit roasting.

Once we were out on the open road I reached across and ran my hand up her thigh, which felt hot and sweaty, and up to her pussy, which was a delicious, wet mess. I was very much looking forward to getting my face in it as soon as we got home.

I followed her through the door and peeled her dress off over her head before I'd even closed the door behind us. I'd still got her knickers in my pocket and she hadn't bothered putting her bra back on for the lift home, so that left her naked except for her shoes. I gave her arse a good slap and pulled her into the living room and onto one of the sofas, then dived between her legs and started lapping away furiously. Clearly no condoms had been involved in her earlier activities, which is the way we like it and she's normally a good judge of character when assessing partners. I removed my own clothes while I was doing that and, after a few minutes of very enjoyable cunnilingus, stuck my throbbing cock into her. As anticipated, I could feel almost nothing at all, but I still came quickly due to the pent-up excitement and her verbal encouragements. We lay there kissing for a short while longer and then retired upstairs for a sound night's sleep.

[Cosmic]

This one is from a few years ago, probably about 2018 ...

Louise has always enjoyed a European city break, either with me or with some of her girly friends. However, whether or not she can be a bit naughty depends on who else is there - absolutely fine if it's just me of course, but if she's gone with a group of friends she won't risk any loose tittle tattle when she gets home. There are people who know and people who don't, and those who are in the latter group are there because they can't be trusted to maintain discretion. She doesn't need any unnecessary name-calling in her own back yard.

On this particular trip, it was just her and her best friend Cathy, and they went for a weekend in Berlin. Cathy is younger but not in as good shape as Louise, and she'll play around given the chance but she's not out as a hotwife and it's always without our husband's knowledge. There were intended to be more of them on this particular trip but various flaky people started bailing out and it ended up just the two of them. Although frustrating, it did give them more opportunity to misbehave!

I saw what clothes Louise packed for the trip and I knew she was going to have a good time. It was late October so it wasn't a sumemr wardrobe, but she would certainly attract attention. I gave them a ride to the airport and she gave me a wicked smile and a wink as I waved her off. I didn't hear much from her while she was away, which I took as a good sign, and I was looking forward to what she had to report when I went back to the airport on the Sunday evening to collect her.

She emerged from arrivals wearing a big fake-fur, waist-length coat over skin-tight jeans and ankle boots. She looked like she'd just got out of bed - tired, a bit dishevelled, and the remnants of yesterday's makeup. I gave her a kiss and it seemed like she hadn't brushed her teeth since last night either - not an unpleasant aroma on her breath as far as I was concerned, but certainly not a mouth you'd kiss your mother with!

The girls were quite animated in the car and keen to tell me about their weekend. They stayed in an AirBnB which had a large living space with a kitchen and a big corner sofa and pullout bed, and a bedroom with a huge double bed in it. They shared the bed, but they won't get up to anything between them unless they've got some men in tow. They visited various attractions on the Friday and went out for a nice dinner in the evening, which ended up with them having quite a lot to drink. They had a lie-in on Saturday and some more touristing, then went to a burlesque show in the evening, which they had pre-booked tickets for.

The show was in a small club, with tables for about 60 people. The clientelle were mixed, possibly more women than men they thought, with lots of couples and plenty of people their age and older. The show was edgy and had plenty of audience participation, but there were definitely rules and limits. Louise went up on stage and was soon down to her knickers, doing suggestive things with bananas and bending over a chair for a light spanking, but that was all. She was definitely up for getting her knickers off but the performers quietly made it clear that it wasn't allowed for customers to be completely naked. It got her fired up though!

The show finished at 11:30 and they went for another drink somewhere, then onto a dance club they had identified online. There was a much younger crowd in there and some very flamboyant characters. By this point in the story we were nearly at Cathy's house, and I got the impression that she didn't feel it was appropriate for her job elaborate any further, so it went a little quiet in the car for a a minute or two until we dropped her off.

Louise was keen to continue with the story as soon as we were alone again. I know they both love dancing and she said they headed straight for the dancefloor, where Louise was in her element flirting with all the young men. I asked her what she was wearing as this hadn't been covered so far.

She was wearing a leather mini-skirt, which has two pleats on the front from the waist to the hem in line with her thighs, which gives the skirt a bit of a flare and allows for good mobility (the skirt is 14 inches from waist to hem, I know because I've measured it!). This was teamed with black leather high-heels boots, which are the perfect length as they come up the widest part of her calf and show off the shape of her legs perfectly, and a tight capped-sleeve t-shirt with something too trendy for me to understand on it. Her legs were bare and still reasonably well-tanned, as we'd been on a short beach break in Croatia just four weeks earlier. Underwear was a matching set - a nice bra which presented her tits perfectly and a lacy thong/g-string.

I want to take a moment here to talk about how Louise sits. Lillian Day once said that "a lady is one who never shows her underwear unintentionally", and Louise has practiced that to a fine art. In trousers or shorts she will often sit with her legs apart, or with one foot up on the seat and her knee up by her shoulder giving an enticing view of her crotch, and in a skirt she sometimes gives the impression of sitting carelessly. She won't sit demurely with her legs crossed and she doesn't take great care to keep her legs together, so there's often an opportunity to see up her skirt and glimpse her knickers if you can get the right angle. The trick is that she knows exactly what that angle is and who is in the sweet spot. It's never as casual as it looks and she knows exactly who she is showing what. Short, flared skirts are her favourite for that reason.

The were in the club a long time, and became friendly with a couple of youngish guys of interderminate race who turned out to be Dutch. One was about six foot tall and looked like no stranger to the gym, the other was taller and more atheletic, with darker skin. They decided it would be a good idea to invite them back to their AirBnB, and the guys agreed as enthusiastically as they could without being too uncool about it.

Back at the apartment the snogging started pretty much straight away - Cathy took the stocky one and Louise the taller one. They all fell onto the corner sofa and hands were roaming freely. Not long into this, Cathy got up to visit the bathroom and was gone a while, and when she came back Louise was being fingered noisily. Cathy then announced, to the men's surprise but not so much to Louise's, that she was tired and going to bed. It's not the first time she's done this, apparently, and her beau for the night looked devastated for the whole two seconds it took for Louise to pull him towards her and start snogging him as well, with three of his friend's fingers still knuckles deep in her.

Cathy was back five minutes later in her pyjamas and suggested, quite rightly, that she pull out the bed and sleep in the living room so that the three of them could have the bed for the night. Louise has already got both their cocks out by then, and so Cathy was able to corroborate later how large they were. Stocky man was about eight inches and thick, but tall, dark man was packing a ten-inch monster!

As it turned out, neither of the lads had been drinking, and this was reflected in their performance. They were hard and horny, and they fucked Louise relentlessly for hours, much to her vociferous delight. Some sleep was snatched at some point, but ten-inch boy was just unloading into Lousie again for the umpteenth time when Cathy knocked on the door and opened it. Sunlight streamed through and it was clearly well past midday.

"We're way past checkout time", grinned Cathy, "and we need to get out now as someone's here to do turnaround. Plus ...", she looked at her watch, "we need to get to the airport!". The boys were bundled out of the door and past the slightly shocked cleaner, and the girls shoved their belongings into their bags, pulled their going-home clothes on, and followed a few minutes after without so much as a shower.

We were sat on our driveway by this time, and I couldn't wait to get Louise inside. We fell through the door into the house, she kicked off her boots and I started pulling her jeans and knickers down. Her knickers were full of dried (and not-so-dried) cum that she had been sat in all the way home, and I pushed her back onto the stairs and got my tongue straight into her pussy. It was intense and delicious and intoxicating. She grabbed my head and ground it against her crotch as I licked furiously. I pulled my own trousers off while I was doing this and I was rock hard, so I thrust into her straight up to my balls and came after about four strokes.

We lay on the stairs and caught our breath. We kissed and looked into each others' eyes for a moment, then I got up. "I'll run you a bath", I laughed.

[loyaltoher]

you are doing some fun adventure stories….please keep up the good work, thx.

[Cosmic]

many thanks, @loyaltoher, more will follow!

[1hottxcpl4fun]

Outstanding! Please continue!

[Cosmic]

You may already be getting the impression that Louise is mostly interested in picking up a couple of well-endowed young studs for a threesome and then coming home to me for cleanup and a reclamation quickie, and you wouldn't be wrong. Most of her encounters do follow that pattern, but not all of them!

As a younger woman, Louise always preferred male company and didn't have many female friends. Even before she lost her virginity, she favoured hanging out with boys rather than girls as she preferred the conversation and banter. However, later in life, she has accumulated more and more female friends through her many varied activities and careers, and of course from the social scene that centred around the school gates when the kids were small. She'd never experimented and fooled around with other girls sexually though and, whenever I brought it up, it just didn't seem to be a thing for her.

As she got older and blossomed into a fully-fledged hotwife however, her horizons broadened a little, and while she remained a committed cock-fiend, there have been a few noteworthy exceptions, including a recent occasion when I very much got the benefit!

Louise has a friend at the triathlon club, and for the purposes of this story let's call her Linda. Linda is three or four years younger (i.e. in her early fifties) and she's a very competitive triathlete within her age class. She's shorter and stockier than Louise, but she's super strong across all three disciplines. She had a terrible time with menopause initially but she's through that and on the HRT, looking good with her smoother skin and silkier hair, and she's recovered her libido. Sadly though, her husband has his own health problems, both physically and mentally, and their marital relations have essentially broken down.

While at tri-club one evening, Louise jokingly suggested that as Linda wasn't get any at home, she could join us. Linda slightly misjudged the situation and accepted the offer with indecent haste, which left Louise with little choice but to honour the arrangement and she invited her over the following Thursday. They also arranged a date ahead of then when the two of them could discuss how it might go and what we were all into.

Obviously I was delighted with the idea in principle when Louise told me, but I was a little nervous as I had never even met Linda at that stage so I didn't know if I would have any chemistry with her. However, I figured she must be at least reasonably fit if she was in the tri-club and that's a good start, so I trusted Louise's judgement. When Louise went on to tell me that Linda was one of the strongest athletes in the club, even among the men, and that she had an assertive and forthright personality to match, that really got my interest!

Thursday came along and Louise still hadn't given me any details of what might be in store. I was invited to help her get ready, as I often am before her dates, so I helped her bathe, shave and get dressed. She chose a very business-like outfit, with a crisp, cotton, tailored blouse, and a tight pinstripe skirt above the knee with a matching short jacket. Underneath, she had matching lingerie consisting of a figure-enhancing bra and skimpy knickers, with her eight-strap suspender belt and seamed black stockings. The finishing touch was a pair of four-inch heels and the overall effect was mesmerising. There was clearly a scene in mind, but she wasn't telling me what it was. When I asked he what I should wear, I was a little confused when she suggested I put on some running kit.

The doorbell rang, and Louise went to let Linda in. She removed her coat and appeared to be wearing some kind of gym kit, with a short wraparound skirt, tight polo shirt and trainers. It showed off her figure well, which while chunkier than Louise, was definitely very appealing. She had a good tan on her legs, and great muscle definition. We went through to the kitchen and had a brief get-to-know-you chat over a quick drink.

After the ice had broken, Louise got us onto business. She explained that her and Linda had already discussed how the evening would start, and she finally revealed their plan to me. Linda was the gym mistress, I was the senior boy who has been disrupting her gym classes, and Louise was the school headmistress, to whom my behaviour had been escalated. This wasn't a particular shock to me as Louise and I have played the headmistress/naughty schoolboy game on many occasions, but we were usually on our own.

We went through into a large office that Louise works from in her house when she is working from home. The main features of it are a big wooden desk and a large leather sofa. Louise sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs, which exposed a bit of her stocking tops. She invited Linda to sit on the sofa, then ordered me to strip while she reeled off a list of my transgressions that she had apparently just made up. I complied willingly, as I'm quite proud of my physique and especially my cock, which is a good size and was thickening nicely. I now stood naked before the two women.

Louise addressed Linda, "I understand that you have spanked him after gym class on several occasions, and I would like to see your technique". "Certainly, headmistress", said Linda, "I usually use a paddle?". Louise arose from her desk, opened a cabinet behind it which contained a number of implements, and brought out a paddle, which she passed to Linda. "Get over my knee", said Linda sternly.

I lay myself over Linda's knee, and in so doing my stiffening cock was pushed up against the outside of her thigh. Her thigh felt warm and firm. She brought the paddle down sharply onto my behind. She was clearly a strong girl and I realised I was in for a tough time. She laid down about twenty strokes before Louise cut in, "I don't think that is going to alter his behaviour much, perhaps you would like to try the tawse?", and then addressing me, "Get up and bend over the desk".

I bent over the desk while Louise went to her cabinet and retrieved along leather tawse, which she handed to Linda. Linda got up from the sofa and took a wide stance behind me, then delivered about twenty strokes with the tawse. By the time she had finished, my buttocks were on fire and Louise was stood waiting with a rattan cane, flexing it in her hands.

"I think you'll find to be this more effective", said Louise to Linda, "allow me to demonstrate". Louise then took position behind me and delivered twelve hard strokes of the cane, instructing me to count out loud and thank her for each one. She then handed the cane to Linda and invited her to do the same. Linda's strokes were even harder and she was clearly enjoying herself.

The last stroke fell and I heard Linda place the cane down on the desk. "Very good", said Louise, "now lie on the floor". I did as requested, and looked up to see Louise and Linda in an embrace, having a cheeky kiss. Louise broke from the kiss to whisper in Linda's ear, then Linda pulled up her skirt, removed her knickers, and sat unceremoniously on my face. The first thing I noticed about her pussy was that it was big; her slit was long, her lips were long and floppy, and her clit was really prominent. She wasn't as wet as Louise would have been by now, but she had a pleasant salty taste and an inviting aroma. I knew I'd have her wet soon enough!

I wasn't really paying attention to Louise while I was lapping away at Linda's pussy, but she was evidently busy getting her knickers off, as I soon had the familiar feeling of her sinking her soaking wet snatch straight onto my cock. As always, there was little resistance.

I lay there with Linda grinding on my face and Louise impaled on my cock, having a marvellous time. The girls got busy taking each other's tops off and removing their bras, then started playing with each other's tits. It's a funny thing, because although Louise has never really gone in for girl-on-girl action, she does seem quite pre-occupied with other women's tits - more than I am in fact, although to be fair I am very much a legs man. They stayed like that for a while, kissing and feeling each other up, then swapped round so Louise was on my face and Linda was riding my cock. Despite the apparent size of her pussy and the good licking I'd given her, Linda didn't slide on quite as easily as Louise does, but she was soon down to my balls and having a lovely time. She hadn't been fucked for months, so perhaps that shouldn't have been a surprise.

Louise was laying the dirty talk on thick to me as she was keen for me to cum in Linda - being post-menopausal there was no danger of her getting knocked up, of course. Louise had established in their chat that Linda had never been licked clean after sex, and she was keen for her to experience it, as it's such a standard part of our sex life that she couldn't believe everybody didn't do it.

Egged on by Louise's relentless dirty talk, I came hard in Linda. Louise got off my face and pulled Linda back onto it, and I started licking the cum out of her pussy like a thirsty dog. Louise, the filthy minx, then started licking my cock clean. I was in heaven! Linda then came, and released a flood of her own juices across my face.

We lay there cuddling, kissing and fondling for a few minutes, then the girls stood up. "You need a bit of time to recover", smiled Louise, "and we need to get ready for round two. We'll be back in a bit". And with that they left the room together, and I started tidying up.

***

Twenty minutes later, Louise and Linda came back downstairs, both now dressed as "schoolgirls". Linda was in Louise's purple mini-kilt (12 inches waist to hem, elasticated waist, one size fits all), white knee socks, white blouse and purple sweater vest/tank top, with black high-heel sandals. Louise was in her red mini-kilt (10 inches long), black knee socks, red high-heel shoes, and tight black t-shirt with elbow-length, black velvet gloves. Louise has worn the purple outfit to various parties but the red one is thoroughly indecent, and even I think that skirt is too short to leave the house in.

"We both think you did really well", said Louise, licking her lips, "and we've been very naughty, so it's your turn to be in charge". While she is usually the boss in the bedroom, she does switch, and sometimes she likes to be the submissive. Something this evening has clearly flicked her switch!

I excused myself to change into a more appropriate outfit and returned a few minutes later in a shirt and tie to find the girls kissing again. I pretended to be upset about this and ordered them back into the office, where I sat on the sofa and put them over my knee, Louise first and then Linda - skirts up, knickers down - for a good paddling. I took my time, telling them how naughty they each were, and taking regular breaks to get my hand between their legs and give them a good fingering.

Having established how wet they both were, I decided that they were enjoying the paddling too much and told them to bend over the desk instead. They did so obediently, still with the skirts up and knickers round their thighs, and I went over to the cabinet to select a more suitable implement. I decided to skip the tawse and went straight for the cane but, rather than use the same one they had used on me, instead I chose a thinner, whippier one.

I gave Louise six good, hard strokes first, then moved onto Linda. Emboldened by the enthusiastic caning she had given me, and re-assured that her firm, strong buttocks could take it, I didn't hold back and gave her six of the best. She reacted well, gasping in between counting the strokes and thanking me. I then gave Louise another six, and then Linda six more. I think they thought they were finished as they started to stand up, but I soon put them straight. "I don't remember telling you I was done", I chided, "Get back down for another three each, and these will be the hardest yet". It's not often I get to play this role, and I was enjoying it!

I delivered their additional strokes and this time they remained in position, having learned their lesson. I laid down the cane and admired my handiwork - a pair of nicely striped pink bottoms framing two very wet pussies. I was very hard again by this time, of course, so I unzipped my trousers and gave them both a rough fucking from behind, before we all broke character and went upstairs to continue on our bed.

Linda eventually left to go home around 12:30 and we all agreed that it had been a highly enjoyable evening, and should be repeated. Sadly it hasn't happened for various complicated reasons, and Louise has made it clear that I shouldn't get too used to having threesomes with her and another woman, as she prefers it when there is more cock!

[Cosmic]

If rating women's attractiveness with a score out of ten is your thing, then Louise is a solid 8. Put her in a sexy dress and a pair of heels, and give her ten minutes in front of a mirror, then she can push a 9, but by default she's an 8. And she's lucky/smart enough to have stayed that way for the last forty years.

She's very happy being an 8. Good looking enough to get any guy she wants, but not so stunning that she invites too much unwanted attention. She grew up as a nerdy-looking kid but then she woke up one day when she was about 16 and thought, "Oh I'm quite pretty now", and never looked back. A pretty face, nice hair, and a slim but sexy figure was all she needed to enjoy herself, but add to that her outgoing, confident and flirtacious nature, and there was a whole lot of fun lined up.

We had a fairly conventional relationship from when we met until our kids were old enough to be independent. We gave each other the freedom to play around whenever we were apart in our early days, but we kept it monogamous after we got married. As the kids started taking less of our time though and our sex life started to regain some momentum, the dirty talk started, and eventually the fantasies started turning into ground rules.

It's standard hotwife stuff. I'm not allowed to play around unless she's given her explicit approval (which pretty much means when she's present), but she can do whatever she likes on the following conditions.

First, she tells me everything she gets up to. There are no secrets and if I want the gory details, she's obliged to give them.

Second, I get my turn as soon as possible afterwards, within reason. If she comes in at 3am and she's been turned inside out then of course she reserves the right to crash out and reconnect with me the next day, but fortunately she's normally more than happy to let me reclaim her there and then, and she knows I never last long in those circumstances!

Third, safe sex is her choice. She doesn't like condoms and she'll go bareback with someone if she gets a good vibe about them, and if she doesn't get a good vibe about them than she probably won't want to fuck them anyway.

Fourth, and supeceding the above, condoms are mandatory for any back door action. Neither of are particularly into anal and our anal play is mostly confined to butt plugs, but occasionally the stars align and she'll do it with the right guy so long as he bags up for it. The risk of infection is much higher, and she doesn't want any cross-contamination. She says her pussy has it's own microbiome and it's staying that way!

The guiding principle here is that I am her number one fuck. I'm not a cuckold and we don't practice chastity play. We do have a (rather expensive) chastity cage in our toy box which she got for me one Valentines, but it only comes out now and then for specific scenes. I like being hard too much and, even though she usually takes charge in the bedroom, she likes having a horny husband too. We would be quite content having sex with the two of us if we had to, and all the other guys are just a bonus. More is more, right?

I'm not present for a lot of her encounters because she says the vibe often flows better that way, but I like to watch, and we've had plenty of threesomes along the way with the two of us and another guy. Lately though, our MMF threesomes have taken a new twist, ever since one particular hookup which I will relate next ...

[Cosmic]

We'll always sunbathe naked if we can and our choice of holiday destinations usually take this into account.

There are plenty of good naturist beaches in Spain and France but our favourite ones are in Croatia, and there's one in particular on one of the islands that we make a beeline for. It's a long, narrow beach and the end near the parking is just a regular beach, but get to the far end and go past the FKK sign and it's strictly textile-free. Not just clothing-optional, there is actually a beach attendant who tells people to go to the other end of the beach if they're not naked!

There are strict rules and the main one is that there is no sexual activity on the beach. That's fine because we just like to go and be naked in the sun and we can play around when we get back to the hotel, but it's still a good people to meet like-minded people. I'm not saying we've never found a secluded spot to have some fun at nude beaches in the past, but this is not one of those places.

On one particular visit we arrived at the beach and walked past the sunbeds and the beach bar, then further past the sign until we were in the FKK area. We didn't go far into it because we like to see everybody coming and going, so we lay down our bags and set up our pitch near to the shoreline. Louise already had a good tan and she was looked tremendous as she stripped off her sundress and bikini. The only thing she was left wearing was a broad, silver, filigree anklet, which amplified the naughtiness of her nakedness immensely!

We'd been there about half an hour when two young guys showed up and chose a spot just past us and a little further from the water. They seemed to be about 30 years old and looked like they spent a lot of time at the gym. One was olive-skinned and of average height and the other was darker and a bit taller. It rapidly became clear from the dynamic between them that they were a couple, and the way that they applied sunblock to each other did not follow the strict protocol that straight guys typically adopt.

When they got stripped off and sat down though, there was bigger news. We were lying on our fronts facing towards them and they made sure we both had a good view of what they were packing. They both had big dicks, but the darker guy was off the charts huge. I don't think I've ever seen a flaccid cock that was so thick and with such a bulbous head, and the way he was sat he may as well have had a neon sign above his head telling everyone to look. He was one proud boy.

Obviously this was even more obvious to Louise, who stayed in the same position pretending to read her book for the next 45 minutes without ever turning the page, dark sunglasses are truly a great invention! Her pussy was giving plenty away though - her normally neat labia swell up obscenely when she is aroused, and I could see the wetness building. It looked delicious.

Eventually I managed to tear Lousie away from the entertainment and we went for a swim, and we were just coming back out when the two guys got up and made their way to the water. Louise smiled at them and they both smiled back as they passed us. They didn't look like keen swimmers but they seemed to enjoy splashing each other, which Louise thought was cute.

They soon came back out and made their way back to their towels, then dried themselves off a bit and reached for their shorts. They weren't packing up any of their other kit, so it was likely they were heading to the bar. Quick as a flash, Louise said to me, "Oh I could murder a Diet Coke, would you like a drink?". I shifted as if to get up and she said, "Don't worry, I'll bring you one back". I just smiled and said I'd have a can of Coke.

She put on her bikini and walked through the surf into the other half of the bar and towards the beach bar, which was about 400 metres away. I'll never get bored of watching her walk and I kept my eyes on her all the way to the bar, where I still could just about make her out as she went up the serving hatch.

Obviously that's where the two guys were too, and I could see her gesticulating in an animated fashion as she related some anecdote, and they were laughing and joking together by the time the three of them came walking back to our end of the beach. The guys went back to their towels and Louise came over to me with my Coke, which was not as cold as it could have been. She took her bikini off and positioned herself facing the water and with her legs apart so her new friends could get as good a view of her as she'd had of them.

I still couldn't help thinking she wasn't really their type though, so I asked her what she's discovered. She said they were Italian, from Milan, and they were indeed a couple. Interestingly, although they were exclusive to each other as far as other men were concerned, they did both sleep with women occasionally and both of them were cool with that. Neither of them were much interested in women their own age or younger, who they often suspected were looking for a man to settle down and have a family with, but older ladies were a different matter. There was an element of novelty on all sides which made that dynamic work for everyone concerned, and it was obvious that Louise had a plan.

We kept ourselves to ourselves until lunchtime, when the guys broke out their packed lunch and we went off to the beach bar for something more interesting. Louise was visibly excited over lunch and had a glass of prosecco to try and calm herself down, but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

The Italians were in the water when we got back so, even though she'd just eaten, Louise couldn't resist stripping off and going straight in to splash around with them. Much squealing and flirting ensued and they all seemed very comfortable with each other.

She eventually came out and lay down next to me, all wet and naked and perfect. She said she had explained to them that yes, she was with her husband but no, that wasn't a problem, and they'd invited her to their hotel at 6:30 that evening for some fun. Of course, she gleefully accepted.

We made our way across the island back to to our hotel about 4:30 and got cleaned up, then I sat on our balcony for a bit while Louise got herself ready for action. She put on her shortest minidress and platform sandals, and she'd put her hair up loosely, which is a good look on her. She'd even put some underwear on, which I thought was very demure of her, although the dress was so short that it would have been rather indecent without and her knickers were very skimpy.

The guys were in a hotel about ten minutes down the boardwalk from us so I walked down with her, left her in the lobby, and then went to hang out in a bar on the beach and wait for the sunset. It was nearly two hours later when I got her text saying she was done, and I headed back to meet her in the lobby again.

I walked in to find her stood in the lobby with her legs crossed, sandals in her hand, hair loose, looking rather dishevelled and with a big smile on her face. I was horny but also hungry, so I asked her if she wanted to eat or go straight back to the hotel. She said she was starving and just wanted something quick, so I suggested we went back to the place I'd just been sat in. She seemed to be walking a bit funny and didn't want to put her shoes on, so we were a bit slow getting to the bar, but it wasn't far away, and we were quickly sat down ordering the first thing on the menu. With that done and a drink on its way, she told me what happened ...

Louise made her way up to the guys' room and knocked on, but the door was already slightly ajar for her. She let herself in, closed the door, and found them on their balcony looking out to sea, sat with towels around their waists. For the purposes of this story I'm going to start calling them Mario and Luigi because I can't actually remember their names, but Mario is the taller darker one. They beamed and got up. They each kissed her, then guided her to the bed where they sat either side of her and took it in turns to snog her and feel her up. Obviously she was already sopping wet with anticipation.

She couldn't wait any longer to see their cocks again, and she pulled the towels away to reveal them. They looked even bigger up close, and getting bigger by the second. She took one in each hand and couldn't close her hand around either of them. She said Mario's was as thick as a beer can and Luigi's wasn't much thinner, but was what really outrageous was the size of the head of Mario's cock and the breadth of the corona overhanging his shaft. By comparison, the length of their cocks didn't seem important, although Mario had the edge there was well. She thought he might have been just over ten inches fully erect, and Luigi just under nine.

By the boys they were properly hard, nobody could wait any longer. Luigi bent Louise over and started fucking her bareback while she tried to get as much of Mario's cock in her mouth as she could, and they did that for a few minutes then swapped round. Mario said he couldn't remember ever fucking a woman without lube before, but she just didn't need it. She took him all the way down to his balls in one go and she was very proud of herself. I'm very proud of her too.

Despite the brave face she was putting on it though, she said that his huge glans so deep inside her was doing things not even her biggest special-occasion dildo, which has 11.5 inches of insertable length, can do. She'd get some relative relief when they switched places and Luigi fucked her, but within minutes she'd be pleading for Mario's cock again. After about twenty minutes of this, Mario thrust all the way into her and came hard, and this tipped Luigi over the edge and he came in Louise's mouth.

They all lay there for a while, until Mario pulled out. Luigi swiftly got underneath her and started lapping up what Louise said felt like oceans of cum streaming out of her pussy, while she took Mario's cock and started licking all the juices off it. With the cleanup complete, they lay there taking it in turns to kiss each other.

Luigi went to get some drinks and Louise was briefly concerned that might be it but, no sooner had they rehydrated, Luigi winked and told her to sit back and watch while him and Mario sucked each other's cocks back to life. She never watched two guys do that before and she absolutely loved it. She sat there idly fingering herself and rubbing her clit, and she was happy for them to take as long as they wanted.

Once hard again, Luigi asked Louise if she liked to take it in the ass. Caught slightly off-guard she replied according to the script with, yes, so long as you use a condom. She was suddenly excited by the idea though, and reasoned that perhaps he knew what he was doing better than anyone of the straight guys who had tried to do that with her before. She took over the duties sucking Mario's monster cock while Luigi got an XL condom and a big bottle of lube, then he started loosening her up. He worked plenty of lube in with his fingers, put his condom on, and started easing his cock in.

After some initial discomfort, it started to feel good. Luigi knew exactly how to ease it into her and build up the intensity, and she was in awe of his technique. She was actually starting to really enjoy it when it dawned on her that she was being set up for what would be her first ever DP!

Now a DP in itself was nothing to be afraid of, and it was certainly on her list of things to try one day, but doing it for th rfirst time with two of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen was maybe a bit much. Still, Louise is a no-half-measures kind of girl, and she loves a challenge. It might not have been how she would have planned it, but that was the opportunity she was presented with and she was going to grasp it with both hands (or indeed both holes).

There wasn't a lot she could say about it other than she couldn't have ever imagined feeling that full. After Mario got back in her pussy she thinks she went into a bit of a trance and came a lot, but doesn't remember much else. It was very intense and left her with the kind of feeling you get when you've run a marathon and need oxygen at the finish. At some point the boys came again, they all had a cuddle and a beer, then she got dressed again and came down to the lobby to meet me, somewhat dazed.

I asked if she wanted to meet them again, and she thought about it. It was amazing, the guys were great with her, and she would do it again if she could, but not tomorrow, not this week, and probably not for a while after that. She needed to regroup and let the experience sink in.

We'd finished our food and Louise was keen to go. She'd put her knickers back on in an attempt to keep as much cum inside her as possible and give me a treat when we got to our room, but she'd completely underestimated how much she was going to get filled up and stretched out, the kickers were too small to do very much, and it had been leaking out of her the whole time we were sat at the bar. Fortunately it was a beach bar with seats that nobody would notice any stains on, but she was keen to get moving. She was still a little wobbly on her feet, but we soon got back and collapsed onto our bed.

I pulled her knickers off and made a show of licking the gusset clean, then she opened her legs and told me to get to work. I started gently and licked the area around her pussy free of all the accumulated juices, then got my tongue in her labia for a proper lick and suck. I couldn't believe how much cum was still in there, and the taste was really intense. Those guys mustn't have cum for days, or else they were on some kind of supplements!

While I was busy cleaning her up she was recounting her favourite parts of the experience.
"You know, I never realised how much I enjoyed watching two guys suck each other's cocks", she said.
"Yes, that sounds hot", I replied in between licks.
"I think you would like to do that, wouldn't you", she said and with that, I moved up to kiss her. I pushed my cock into her soaking wet pussy and answered simply, "Yes".

"I can arrange that", she said coyly and, with that, I exploded inside her.

[jrobb]

Atta way, Cosmic!!! Whether it's yours or ChatGPT's, this is some fabulous writing!

Please tell Louise she's captured our hearts, and hards!!!

JR

[Cosmic]

I use ChatGPT for work, but not for this. This is all my own work.

[Cosmic]

As I've said in earlier posts, Louise tends to take charge in the bedroom when it's just the two of us. She likes dressing up and role play, and a typical scene for us is where she's dressed up in a sexy outfit (such as an office executive in a tight skirt, heels and stockings) and I'm naked, and she's telling me what to do, giving me a spanking over her desk, and so on. I do have a gladiator style outfit that she likes me to wear sometimes, but even then she'll still take a dominant role, so she might be pretending to be a Roman senator's wife looking for some extra-marital entertainment or something like that.

She does switch though, and I do get to be in charge sometimes, but she feels like her submissive side is more accessible when she's with other men. That's normally just them getting her to be a bit slutty for them, but recently she did express a particular interest in taking her sub side a bit further and hooking up with an experienced dom. We made some discrete enquiries via some of the more bohemian circles we move in (all the time asking for a friend of course!) and we eventually arranged a meet in a trendy coffee shop in the city with a man we were told "our friend" should get to know.

It's worth stressing at this point that Louise is very much an in-person type girl. We met before online dating was a thing, and prior to that she'd established that she was very good at picking up guys in the real world; be that in pubs, cafes, nightclubs, busses, trains, gyms, or whatever. She's never had a profile on any kind of dating or hookup site, she doesn't post photos or videos of herself in any compromising situations, and she's met every guy she's ever ended up getting it on with the "old-fashioned" way. A meeting in a cafe was the way to go.

We both went along and were quite surprised when we finally figured out who we were meeting. He was very ordinary looking, of average height and build, and did not attract any attention. He introduced himself as Martin with a firm handshake and the more we talked, the more it became clear he had something about him. He was very friendly and nice, but he also exuded a confidence and calm that you only see in people who truly know they have nothing to prove. We chatted for a long time about normal life and never once talked about the reason for our meeting, until we'd finished our coffees and pastries and were ready to settle up. I gave Louise an inquiring look and she responded with a nod.

I offered to pay for Martin, which seemed correct as we'd invited him to meet us, and he politely accepted. He saw this as a prompt to discuss the pressing matter at hand and adopted a different tone. "We all know why we're here", he started, "and I want you to know I don't charge anything for what I do. I have all the time and money I need, and one of my hobbies is helping people like yourselves explore new possibilities. I only work with people I like and who have been recommended to me, and I've seen and heard enough today to make me feel that we can take this forward". He was very businesslike in his manner and said all this without any discernible expression. "If you feel the same, you can make some further arrangements using these contact details", and with that he gave us a card with nothing but a QR code on it.

Using the details on the card, we both established our own individual WhatsApp chats with him, in which he was able to determine more about what we wanted out of this. Neither of us knew what the other had agreed with him, which made the whole thing a lot more exciting. A date was arranged when he would visit our house, and we were re-assured by the people who had introduced us that that would be entirely appropriate and we had no reason to be concerned about him knowing where we lived. His character references were impeccable.

On the day of the scene Louise went for a wax and, unusually, she went for a full Brazilian. She normally keeps a bit of pubic hair, even if it's just a little landing strip, but she had been clearly been instructed to remove it all. She had her legs done as well, and everything was looking very nice and smooth. She had a long soak in the bath, dried herself off, oiled herself up, and then reported to me for duty, as I had been assigned the job of preparing her for Martin's arrival.

First she removed all her jewellery, including her engagement ring, but not her wedding ring, which she was to keep on. I escorted her downstairs to our living room and told her to remove her dressing gown so that she was naked, then site on the rug in front of the wood-burning stove. I took a piece of rope and tied her ankles together. We have several lengths of silk rope for this purpose and I am quite skilled at rigging her up; she enjoys being tied up so much that she is willing to let me take charge in this way from time to time. I tied her ankles so that there was a few inches of rope between them, allowing her to open her legs and bring her feet up towards her body.

After that I tied her arms behind her back with her forearms together as I had been instructed, with her left hand against her right elbow and her right hand against her left elbow. I then put a ball gag on her, and finished off with a thick leather blindfold. I helped her up onto the sofa where she sat up straight with her knees together in anticipation of our guest's arrival. I had already strategically placed a throw across the sofa to protect it from any juices which might be flowing.

At precisely 7:30, the doorbell rang. I answered it and there was Martin. It was cold outside and he had a long woollen coat on, which I took from him as he stepped inside. Underneath he wore a tight, dark grey t-shirt over black jeans, which looked expensive. He was also carrying an expensive-looking leather bag.

I showed him into the living room. He looked at Louise and simply said, "Good", then turned back towards the door and spoke to me in a hushed tone so that Louise would not hear. "You may watch from that seat in the corner. Ordinarily I tell partners that they cannot film the session but on this occasion I feel it is appropriate, as your wife will remain blindfolded and I would like for you both to be able to watch again afterwards. I have faith that you will not post this footage anywhere, but I will wear a mask in any case, so that's on you. Now sit".

He approached Louise. "Good evening Louise", he said in an even tone, then reached into his bag and took out a leather collar. "I have brought you a gift which, if we are to meet again, you shall wear each time we do so". And with that he placed the collar around her neck and fastened it. I assumed my seat and started filming the action on my phone.

Martin then began to play Louise like a musical instrument, running his fingers all over her body, through her hair, over her cheeks, down her neck, along her arms, around her breasts, across her belly, along the outside and inside of her thighs. His touch was neither gentle nor rough, but positive and firm. He eased her legs apart but did not venture in. He continued for several minutes, his touch getting firmer, and took moved his face closer to her so he could smell her aroma, which is quite subtle.

Unsurprisingly, Louise was already visibly aroused, her dark, pointy nipples standing erect, and her pussy glistening and engorged. Martin then reached into his bag and pulled out some nipple clamps. She has never let me put clamps on her as she says her nipples are too sensitive, but that looked about to change. The clamps were of the type where you can adjust the tension, and they consisted of a pair joined by a chain. Martin went to attached the first of the clamps to her left nipple and she flinched sharply, then grunted through her gag.

"No sudden movements", said Martin, "you will be punished for that". Louise settled herself, and Martin attached both nipple clamps, this time without complaint. He then adjusted the tension a little to make them tighter and she grunted again, but did not flinch. He told to stand, which she did, then sat down himself and guided her into position over his knee. He reached into his bag and pulled out a leather paddle, which he placed on the small of her back. I manoeuvred my camera angle so that I could see the chain from her nipple clamps dangling down.

Martin then proceeded to give Louise and long, slow spanking, building up the intensity from moderately firm to hard. He took regular breaks to rub her buttocks and assess their increasing redness and run his hand up the inside of thighs, then continued. She grunted occasionally but there was no repeat of the flinching. Evidently she had learned her lesson.

After about forth or fifty swats, Martin placed the paddle down. This time as he ran his hands up between her legs, he touched her pussy for the first time - just a fleeting stroke of her lips with one finger, but enough to make her moan. Even with his mask on, I could sense his sense of surprise at her wetness, as it really does seem to astonish people. With that, he retrieved a shiny, chrome butt-plug from the bag and a small tube of lube, lubed the plug and pushed it into her ass in one purposeful movement. I know if I'd been able to see her eyes they would have been like saucers at that point, but I did get a great shot of the plug going in instead!

Martin helped Louise off his lap and guided her to a large bean bag I had placed on the rug between the sofa and the fireplace, then lay her down on it. Her arms were still tied behind her back and her ankles tied of course, so she was half sat up with her legs open and her knees apart, but her feet still touching. I drank in the view of my horny wife, naked, glowing, blindfolded and gagged, with a chain between her nipples and a butt plug in her ass, slouched with her soaking wet pussy on full show to me and this other man. I could have watched this for hours!

Martin retrieved three canisters from his bag and removed the lids. They turned out to be low-temperature candles, which he placed on the hearth and lit. Louise had no idea what he was doing of course and just lay there wriggling and moaning quietly. He sat next to her and spend a while rubbing the inside of thighs, but being careful never to touch her pussy, and pulling gently on her nipple chain. He continued until the candles were up to temperature and the wax was molten.

Suddenly, and without warning, Martin removed the nipple clamps. Anyone who has played with clamps knows how that feels, and Louise cried out as much as the gag would allow. He leaned in and licked each of her nipples in turn, then picked up a candle and started pouring wax on her chest. She arched her back but did not attempt to avoid the wax, even as it dripped onto her primed nipples. I wondered about my choice of bean bag as it was a rather pale colour and was showing a growing wet patch underneath Louise, but hey, it would look good in the video!

Martin then went all in with the wax, pouring it all on her thighs, belly, around her pussy and lots more on her tits. She was writhing around quite a lot by now and I knew that she desperately needed fucking. Martin sensed this too and plunged three fingers straight into her pussy, then proceeded to finger-fuck her roughly. She started squirting cum almost immediately and the wet patch on the bean bag grew very large indeed.

Martin then stood and started undoing his belt. He looked across at me and cracked the slightest hint of a grin. "Louise told me you like to suck cock", he said, "and she won't be sucking any with that gag on". I realised that she had set me up, and I was completely speechless. Martin walked over to my chair, dropped his jeans and underwear, and shoved his cock in my face.

The first thing that struck me was how similar it looked to my own cock. It was almost fully erect and bigger than average, but not porn-star big - maybe seven inches long and quite girthy round the base. He was very neatly manscaped, and he had big balls which hung down quite far. I felt like I'd been thrown under the bus somewhat, but I suppose I was quite used to cleaning Louise up after other people had cum in her, I did enjoy her tale of the two guys she fucked after that day on the beach sucking each other's cocks, and well, she was tied up naked and covered in wax waiting to be fucked. I couldn't let her down.

Martin took my phone from me so that he could film me sucking his cock and I got on with the job. It was OK really and I was quite excited thinking about where he was going to put it next. He didn't really need any help as he was pretty much fully hard already, so it was mainly a symbolic act, and after a couple of minutes he withdrew, gave me my phone back and went back over to Louise. He pulled off his trousers and underpants, flipped Louise over so that her face was in the bean bag and her arse was in the air, and thrust straight into her all the way balls deep.

He fucked her from behind as hard as he could, and as I know from a lifetime of experience that never seems to be quite hard enough, but he did have some kind of rhythm and technique that gave him an extra edge. I'm sure a lesser woman would be overawed by his prowess and, to be fair, Louise seemed to be loving it, so much as you could tell in the state she was in. After a while he flipped her over on her back again, put both her legs over one of his shoulders, lifted her arse off the bean bag, and gave her everything he had. He was taking long strokes and her pussy was making some great noises as he thrust in and out.

I was thoroughly expecting some cleanup duty but he had something else in mind. He pulled out, reached behind her head to undo her ball gag, then, before she could say anything, came in her mouth. He seemed to be cumming for a long time and, as much as she tried to swallow it all, some escaped out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin. He gestured to me to come over and reached for my phone so he could take over filming. "Give her a kiss", he said, "she's deserved it".

Martin didn't hang around to wait for Louise to be untied or even remove her blindfold. He said it was better to keep this session intense and leave the aftercare to me, and if we wanted to do it again, the next scene would be very different. He said he thought it had gone really well, and I couldn't disagree. By the time he'd put his jeans back on and was out of the door, he'd been there exactly one hour.

After I'd untied Louise and cuddled her for a bit, we watched the video I'd made while I fucked her some more. She said it had been incredible and probably would want to see him again, but she needed time to process. I’m sure a few more views of the video will help her decide!

[kiwiRob]

Very erotic and very intense.

Nice to see that no one was left out and that the two of you played your roles just as required.