A Little Drive
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Its late at night and Im driving you to a darkened area near the sea, its 11pm and I pull into the carpark overlooking the crashing waves. Theres just a lil light lighting up the carpark and I park up and immediately start kissing you. As the moonlight shines down across the sea you tilt your head back allowing me to kiss your neck, each kiss from me releases a little moan from you. We stop and slide the carseats back to give us more room and we resume our kissing. I decide to take you for a walk, the weathers beautiful even at this time of night so we walk out under the stars to a grassy clearing overlooking the sea. We sit there and I start to kiss you, we forget we're out in the open as our passion takes us over. We sit next to each other on the grass bank and you lay back as I start to kiss you. My hand rests on your leg and I start to run my fingers up your leg, I feel your stocking'd legs as you start to open your legs wider the further up your leg I touch. I start kissing your neck again as I keep sliding my fingers up your leg, i start to tease n touch your stocking tops....I cant help but look at you laying back with ur legs looking so sexy in the black stockings. I kiss you again as the light shines down on us.....I start to push my fingers further up your leg , I start to touch your wet clit as I slide my fingers inside your knickers. You start to moan slightly as I slowly tease your clit, my fingers now wet as I slide them back n fore over your ever sensitive clit. Suddenly I stop as we see lights of another car pull up into the carpark, I go to pull my fingers from under your skirt but you hold my hand there. You want me to continue even though you know we could be seen. I have to kiss you as I see the naughty glint in your eye, and I slide my wet fingers down your clit onto your pussy lips. With one movement I push my 2 fingers inside you and you let out a deep moan....I start finger fucking you hard as ur responding so well to my fingers being pushed deep inside you. Back n fore I slide them in and out....each time I take them out fully then slowly but firmly push them back inside, each push and I feel my cock harden. I pull my fingers out from inside you and I climb ontop of you.....I hold your hands back onto the ground as I start to kiss your neck harder, with one hand I hold both your hands and I run my fingers down your body. I cup your tits as I feel your pert nipples underneath .....I let go of your hands and I start to open your top exposing your bra to the elements. I slide my jeans off as I slide my body down you, you can feel my hard cock as I touch your wet pussy. My hands are now on your legs as you wrap your stocking'd legs around me puling my cock near your pussy and you start to feel it touching your pussy lips. As I keep running my fingers along your legs...touchin the stocking tops I push my hard cock inside you. You moan loud as I push inside you so deep, you instantly wrap your legs around me tight as you pull me so close to you. I lean over you pushing my cock in and out ...slowly at first so you can feel me pushing deep inside you. As I speed up, you look near the trees and you see someone watching in the distance.... you tell me and I stop unsure if you want me to continue. You look at me and with your ok. This turns me on as I see a naughtier side to you and I start fucking you faster and harder, as we're fucking we dont notice the stranger moving closer. The older man comes closer and we can see hes touchin himself while watching us fuck. I pull my cock out of you an you go on all fours.....I push my cock back inside you and I start fucking you harder. I grab onto your hips and pull you back as you feel your bum slap against my body. In this his big cock infront of you, you cant keep your eyes off it as you feel my cock fucking u hard while this man is wanking infront of you. He starts edging forward more n more and your close enough to grab his cock, and without thinking you start wanking him off. I start fuckin u harder as you try to wank him off.....then I stop. I pull out and you lay back onto the grass, I slide my body down and i start licking n flicking at your clit. Your very sensitive but you love the feel of my tongue down there. The strangers about to leave but you grab his cock and you pull it close t your mouth. You start sucking on it as you feel the urge to suck on his cock as I lick your clit. You body starts to shake as you feel me hitting the spot with each stroke of my tongue, I move faster n faster as you feel my fingers digging into your legs....holding u firmly as I then start to finger fuck you too. I push my thumb inside you as I keep licking you out.....this pushes deep inside you and you love the feeling. While this is happening you keep sucking n wanking off the stranger, his big cock feels lush inside your mouth and you cant stop takin as much in as u can..gaggin on it slightly as you enjoy the naughtyness of it all. You know hes close and you can feel yourself about to cum....I start licking faster as I find your sweet spot and I feel your legs shiver as you tighten up around me.....as you cum you feel his cock swell up in your mouth as he shoots cum deep down your throat. As we lay there exhausted the stranger quickly disappears. We lay there in the moonlight kissing and touching as we know how naughty we've been.
Bringing Life Back In To Our Sex Life
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My wife penny is 57 years old, size 14 with 36dd breasts & I still find her very hot even after 36 years of marriage, Last Friday we decided to have a day out in France, we drove down to Dover where we booked into a local hotel for the night so we could get an early ferry in the morning. Once we had booked in & cleaned up after the journey we decided to go down to the hotel bar where they had a live band playing. It was a nice mosphere with people dancing & having a good time. Penny & I had a few dances & were sitting at a table when a guy about the same age as us asked Penny if he could have a dance with her, I nodded my approval & of they went to the dance floor. After a few minutes the music changed to a slow number & I looked over to see Penny & this guy in each other arms with Penny’s head on his chest. He was running his hands over her back in a sensual way & I thought that Penny would stop him but she didn’t. After the dance they both came back to the table & Roger offered to buy us both a drink. While he was at the bar I asked her if she had enjoyed his company & she said she had, Now like most men on here I have always wanted to watch my wife get taken by another guy but Penny has always said no. We were virgins when we married & had been faithful to each other. Roger came back with the drinks & penny went off to visit the toilet, Roger told me that I had a very sexy wife & I asked if he fancied her, he said of course so I told him to try his luck as I always wanted to see her with another man. Penny came back & sat between us. As we were drinking & talking I saw the expression on Penny’s face change & she sat up slightly, looking down I saw that Roger had his hand on her leg just above her knee. I went up to the bar to get some more drinks & when I returned Penny was leaning against Roger, when I sat down I noticed that he had his hand on her thigh squeezing it & from the look on Penny’s face she was enjoying it. As I watched she moved her hand onto his thigh & was rubbing her thumb along his cock. Roger went to the toilet & I asked her if she was having fun to which she just smiled and asked if I minded him touching her, I told her to just have fun and to see where things go. As the bar was now closing I suggested that we carried on drinking in our room to which Roger agreed. When we got back to the room Penny & Roger sat on the bed & I got us all drinks from the mini bar then joined them. I started to kiss Penny whilst feeling her tits, her nipples were rock hard. Roger was running his hand up & down her legs and as he did her kisses got more passionate, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I undid the buttons on her top letting it fall of her shoulders so that her bra covered tits came into full view. As I took her bra off she turned to Roger & started to kiss him, placing her hand on his cock. He in turn was still rubbing her thighs & from the sudden look of lust on her face I could tell that he was now rubbing her cunt. Penny was now squirming on his hand & she reached over to me playing with my cock through my pants. Roger had by now unzipped his jeans & removed his cock from his boxers, his cock was about the same size as mine 6.5 inches but thinner. Penny reached for it running her thumb over the head, she then started to stroke him & I could hear her breathing get heavier. I moved position to the chair so that I could watch them. Roger was by now fingering her cunt & sucking on her nipples & it wasn’t long before she had her first orgasm of the night. I had by now got my own cock out & was wanking to the sight of my wife having sex with another guy. Roger had by now got undressed was removing Penny’s skirt & from looking at the damp patch on her panties she was soaking. I asked her if she wanted Roger to fuck her & she said yes I want his cock inside me, I need to feel him deep inside my cunt, fucking me hard. But Roger had other ideas & went down on her cunt licking it & tasting her juices, moving around so that she could reach his cock she took it in her mouth, sucking on it like the cock hungry slut she was turning into. I moved over to the bed & offered my cock to her mouth & as she released his cock she started to suck on mine, still wanking Roger off. It wasn’t long before Roger bought her off to another orgasm with his tongue. Now she was literally begging to be fucked, I had never heard her being so vocal. Roger moved round so that he was stood at the end of the bed & pulled her down so that her now soaking wet cunt was at the edge & after running his cock head up & down her hole making her beg like a whore he fed it into her. Inch by inch until there hairs met then very slowly started to fuck my wifes cunt. This was to much for me and I came exploding all over Penny’s face. It was so hot watching some other guy fucking her, treating her like a slut. He fucked her for a good 10 minutes in which time she had cum several more times, he told her he was about to cum & she told him to cum inside her she said she needed to feel his cum spurting inside. His arse cheeks tightened and his cock was ramming hard into her as he came inside my once pure wife. After a while we had another drink, Roger got dressed and after kissing & fingering my wife he left. Penny came over to me on the bed & said thank you for letting that happen, & that she wished that it had happened sooner. We both went into the shower where we cleaned each other up before we made love to each other like we hadn’t done for a long while. It is like this one incident has bought the life back into our sex life.
My First Time
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I am married , 45, a teacher. I have been married for 8 years and during that time theres only been my husband. Sex took place regularly, but it was always in bed, always on my back always well you get the point. I got to know John through work. Never considered him anything else than a friend. One evening after work we went as a group to the local pub. Drinks are drunk as they are and I had too much. John offered to drive me home. On the way home he pulled into a car park. Parked at the end of it. Turned and kissed me right on the mouth, when i pushed him away he pulled me so tight could hadly breath, kissed me again and put his tounge inside my mouth. I couldnt move, as he pushed my top up, to show my bra, I am only 34 b. He then started not to rub but feel, squeeze ove my bra. I was frantic, next thinghis hand is up my skirt prodding my cunny. The language was awful, comeon slut, nice tits He started laughing as he saw my panties, pink lace. He mounted me, it hurt, he slapped me told me to be still. I loved it, never had it like that, his language got worse called me a whore Cum in me . He got off , saw hiscock for first time slimy smelly, he pushed my head down and made me clean it. First time I have ever sucked a man I cried , pulled my panties up Next day he ignored me until the afternoon, then he took me into the old office made me kneel and suck him, he put his semen on my tities Hes now my man, he uses me as he wishes, I ask his permission befor my husband fucks me
What A View!
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While sitting in traffic on the A1 looked down to the car next to me and saw a chap with the biggest cock i have ever seen {it was half way up his steering wheel}wanking, didnt know if he realised that being in a lorry i could see straight in his car. Not really into men but found myself fixated with it and started to rub my own cock through my jeans. I had a look around in the stationary traffic to see if anybody else was watching him or me before undoing my jeans and sliding them down with my shorts to free up my by now aching cock. Luckily enough the traffic didn't move at all and i watched him pull his foreskin right back and spit on his fingers and whip it around his helmet he then proceeded to pick up his rhythm and with watching each stroke i was getting closer to coming he then cupped his other hand over his bellend and started to come in his hand i never once took my eyes off his cock,i didn't get chance to catch mine i just came over my hand and t shirt. I got myself a tissue out and cleaned myself up and looked back across and he was licking his hand clean, we sat in the traffic for about 20 mins after that he never put his cock away just sat there gently rubbing away and so did i and buy the time i stopped for the night the thought of watching someone wanking had me coming in a couple of minutes flat
happy 70th Birtday - Swinger's blog
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Dot was smiling up into my eyes, she slowly pulled down my zip,her hand delving and stroking at my rock hard cock and balls.She coaxed me up and slipped my trousers and boxers down and off allowing my stiff 6" cock to jump free. I had pre cum leaking from the end , Dot noticed this and traced her finger gently over my open slit before putting her hand to her mouth, her tongue slipping out and taking my pre cum into her mouth. She seemed to shudder before quickly getting the rest of my clothes off and kneeling down in front of me. Dot lifted her breasts and smothered them around my cock before starting a gentle tit wank, my cock reaching up far enough for her to catch me with her tongue on the up stroke. Looking across the room Pete had stripped off and came over to join us, he lay on his back his head between Dot's thighs, she flinched as I guess his tongue had found it's mark.For a man of his age Pete's cock was still in good shape hanging half hard across his thigh, Dot had already told me that for some years now Pete only got fully hard once inside her. Dot stopped for a second telling me "Pete is just warming me up, I don't want you to Cum in my mouth, but deep inside me filling me with your hot juice.Then when you have Cum, I want Pete to do me sloppy seconds".Who was I to argue !! Pete pulled Dot's French knickers off her and really went to work on her cunt, lapping, sucking and licking. Dot flinching and moaning as she tried to steady herself, all the time trying to hang onto my cock giving me pleasure with her breasts, hand and mouth. "Enough I'm ready" she called "change places"" NOW"was her command. Pete pulled away from under Dot his face absolutely soaked with her juices.I got behind her and looking down marvelled at the sight before me. A large mature arse sticking up in the air, an open arsehole that seemed to wink at me,a huge open pussy with those long dangling labia lips, Dot's pussy seemed to be pulsing as I shuffled into position. As soon as my bell end touched her she sighed and pushed her hot pussy all the way back against me seemingly sucking me in, in one go. I felt myself hit bottom she was so open.Pete lay beneath her breasts this time, sucking and pulling on those huge tits and nipples. "Fuck me" "Just Fuck me" "Now" she cried, and fuck her I did,my balls banging into her thighs with each thrust ,I let her have it hard and long, Of course I was not going to last long like this,but I knew how to bring Dot on quick and fast. My hand cracked across her bottom,"More" she called out, and more she got, my hands slapping each cheek as I drove into her, her cheeks were bright red by the time I felt that tell tale pulsing in my groin."I'm coming" I called out. "Just cum then" Dot hissed, and believe me cum I did, shooting what seemed like gallons of spunk deep into her, my orgasmn was the best and longest I could remember having in years. I slowed the pace and collapsed across Dot's back kissing and nibbling at her kneck. "Now you Pete, please be quick and fuck me". I pulled away pulling a long stream of wet come out of Dot as I pulled away.Pete soon got from underneath, and after a bit of coaxing and shuffling he obviously penetrated her and fucked her for as long as he could, he could not cum thogh,so Dot told him to lay down and she quickly set too with her hand,her wrist a blur as it flashed up and down his cock, he could not (no one could have) hold back any more, snorting as heis cum left him covering Dot's hand. Dot looked cheekily at me and yes I had seen it so many times before as she lapped Pete's juices from her hand,what a sight she now was, hair and make up all over the place, hard swollen nippled tits hanging out of her basque, a couple of suspenders undone, one of her stockings ripped, cum running down her thighs. "Happy Birthday" I said to her. "Not my birthday untill tomorrow" she answerd cheekily. "What is you Hotel room number"? "17 I answered, why"? "Well Pete will be tired out after this session won't you darling, so if you like I could come over to your Hotel for a drink tonight" !!!! "Be my guest" was Pete's answer as he struggled to his feet and went to the bathroom."You better go back to your Hotel and have a rest then hadn't you" Dot smiled. I had seen her like this many times.I guess your never too old if you don't want to be eh ????
Olivia The Actress
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My journey home from work in Central London can take ages. The transport system is so chaotic, but it is worth it living out in the sticks in rural Hampshire. We have a wonderful home, with four acres and stables for two horses. My wife Olivia has not worked since we both left Oxford University. She had no need. I come from a wealthy family and was soon earning a good salary in the City. She had wanted to be an actress, but I had rather been against it, in case she ran off with some leading man. I guess, me being only five foot eight and skinny, I have always felt a bit insecure regarding my wife’s love for me. Olivia is still in good shape at 48. She is size eight; shoulder length permed blonde hair, oval little face, pert nose, big blue eyes, classic high cheekbones and a tiny waist. She always dresses well, in expensive classic clothes and jewellery. I know that men fancy her, even young ones and in an odd way it excites me when they whistle and call out after her Our daughters have both left home so she has tended to get a bit bored. I told her perhaps she should rekindle her acting ambition and join the local amateur dramatic society. They put on a couple of plays a year and a pantomime at the village hall. She was reluctant at first, saying it was silly at her age. I told her to have ago. I think she just wanted to be sure I approved, as she did not need much persuading. I must say, that Christmas, she looked a treat as Prince Charming, her long slender legs shown off to perfection in satin tights- and the leotard showing off her pussy mound.
I was not the only one to enjoy her performance. Anyway, the following spring - last year - she was starring in a play. I was far too busy to know what on earth it was about. She was always going off to rehearsals, it seemed. Then when the production was due to be staged at the local hall, she asked me to be sure I be there for the opening night. Well I very nearly did not make it. By the time I got there, the hall was packed. I had to squeeze into a seat between some local old fat farmers and village yobs. Olivia was centre stage, trying on a wedding dress and talking to the seamstress in a rather loud posh voice. She looked rather haughty with all her make up, eye liner, mascara and blue eyes shadow. Her big blue eyes looked very young and girlie. I could see she was enjoying playing to the gallery. Then in the very next moment, I was stunned. One of the fat farmers responded immediately with the words.’GAWD, I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS COMIN’ TO A BLOOMIN’ STRIP SHOW.’ ?Fuckin hell, I wouldn’t half mind givin’ her a bloody good seein’ to the thick set yob next to me muttered to his friend who laughed along with the other farmers and yobs. Looking at my wife up on the stage, I could well understand why the men had so responded. The seamstress had let go the back of the virgin white long satin and lace wedding dress and my wife was stepping out of it in a pair of white high heel shoes. She was revealed, standing on stage for all to see, in pale blue satin and lace lingerie. My prick bulged inside my underpants as I beheld the sight before me. Olivia was on display, illuminated by stage lighting and wearing the most expensive and exquisite lingerie imaginable. Shimmering blue satin hugged her breasts, deep lace making their fullness look all the prettier and detailing the outline of two very pert nipples. The satin followed the contours of her body, hugging her narrow waits and flaring out over her hips, hugging her pretty pubic mound, the baldness of which would have been exposed to all had it not been for an inch of pretty lace around each panty leg. To make matters even more mind blowing, she was exposed in a matching deep satin and lace suspender belt attached to black silk stockings. As she turned away to pick up another dress to cover her exposure, ramrod straight seams traced a line up towards her very sexy little bottom. The men continued to mumble and titter. I was so excited to know that they were lusting after my wife that I was touching myself with my right hand in the pocket of my grey Servile Row suit. I watched the rest of the play, - which was all about a woman of class wondering if she was doing the right thing marrying a rich old man-in a haze. In the end she ran off with his lusty young gardener. It was a bold choice for our usually staid local drama group. I found out later that it was one of Olivia’s favourites and she had studied it at Oxford, where she read English. My wife met me during the interval, back stage. She was wearing the little black dress she had put on after the lingerie scene. ?Make sure you are wearing that and those undies after the show’ I insisted, trying to hide the pure animal lust that I was feeling for her. She smiled; looking puzzled at the same time. It was a cold night. She met me in the car park, wearing her mink coat and click clacking toward our new Mercedes. The tight dress and high heels caused her hips to be thrust forward. Behind me I heard a loud and rough sounding engine revving up. The sound was in marked contrast to the purr of my big Mercedes. I heard raucous laughter and whistling. I turned to look at a souped up old van, with gaudy paintwork. Hideous fat faced yobbos were looking at my wife, who was teetering toward me. They were making obscene comments and were illuminating her with their headlights. I went on to some kind of weird autopilot. Jumping out of the car and zapping it locked. I moved quickly toward Olivia, the bulge in my trousers so hard I was in danger of splitting my tight briefs. ?Come with me, quickly’ I barked, taking her tiny manicured and nail varnished left hand. I guided her toward the back of the village hall. It was quite dark. I pushed her up against the cold brick wall. It was a narrow spaces, between the hall and the tall fence and hedge surrounding the Lord of the Manor’s estate. In seconds I had pulled Olivia’s fur coat open. My hand was up her dress feeling the smooth satin covering her pussy mound and pretty little slit. Her dress was soon up around her waist, my hands pushing between her slender thighs, brushing against silk stocking tops and suspenders. I grasped the flat space between her legs, gripping her there with all my might, lifting her off the pathway/ She was moaning, eyes closed, head bowed. ?Oh Roger, what on earth has come over you?’ she whimpered as my fingers pulled the tight satin gusset aside and plunged into her rather dry little slit. ?It is too cold out here darling. Please lets go home.’ She pleaded. ?No you fucking slut, I am going to do you here, you whore, showing yourself off to all those men. This is what you deserve.’ I jumped when I heard a sneering voice behind me say; ?Right on mister fuck the little bitch. She’s asking for it. When you’re finished can I have a poke.’ I turned to look and guessed there were about six other men of various shapes, ages and sizes standing behind me in the gloom. I grabbed my wife’s hairless crotch all the harder, pushing three fingers inside her and crushing her slit with my thumb. It was all so urgent; I can’t recall the detail. I had my five inch cock exposed to the cold air and was driving it up insider her before I had considered the risk of letting half a dozen men see my wife and I so vulnerable to them all in the cold darkness. Once insider her hairless pussy, I fucked hard, pushing her up and down against the wall. Her expensive mink protected her from feeling the brickwork’s abrasiveness. Her head was buried into my shoulder. Her expensive perfume added to my intoxication, as I called her a fucking little slut, while gripping her firm breasts with both of my very cruel hands. Olivia would not admit it, but eyes closed, golden curls bouncing, she kept on cumming and cumming until at last it was all too much for me. With a mixture of fear and incredible excitement. I felt my balls tingling past the point of no return. Olivia and I were both cumming together. In the background I heard the hum of male voices young and old. There seemed to be more than I had heard at first. I did not care as the orgasm gripped me and my body shook. Olivia and I hung on to each other as I had the longest sex spasm of my entire life. As the feeling subsided, my prick withered. I held Olivia for as long as I could. The voices were those of men still hard with desire, I nestled into my wife’s perfumed body and clothing. Wishing we were now safely back in our high security luxury home. But we were not and there was no telling what these men would want of my glamorous and haughty wife who was standing backed up in her finery with my sperm and semen running form her pussy, down toward her black silk seamed stockings. Opening my eyes at last, I saw that Olivia’s were still tightly closed. Her breathing was still rapid, her body still trembling at the thought of what might happen next - I guessed. As my hazy lust filled head cleared, I tuned into those male voices, as did Olivia no doubt. The men’s desires were becoming very clear to me.
My journey home from work in Central London can take ages. The transport system is so chaotic, but it is worth it living out in the sticks in rural Hampshire. We have a wonderful home, with four acres and stables for two horses. My wife Olivia has not worked since we both left Oxford University. She had no need. I come from a wealthy family and was soon earning a good salary in the City. She had wanted to be an actress, but I had rather been against it, in case she ran off with some leading man. I guess, me being only five foot eight and skinny, I have always felt a bit insecure regarding my wife’s love for me. Olivia is still in good shape at 48. She is size eight; shoulder length permed blonde hair, oval little face, pert nose, big blue eyes, classic high cheekbones and a tiny waist. She always dresses well, in expensive classic clothes and jewellery. I know that men fancy her, even young ones and in an odd way it excites me when they whistle and call out after her Our daughters have both left home so she has tended to get a bit bored. I told her perhaps she should rekindle her acting ambition and join the local amateur dramatic society. They put on a couple of plays a year and a pantomime at the village hall. She was reluctant at first, saying it was silly at her age. I told her to have ago. I think she just wanted to be sure I approved, as she did not need much persuading. I must say, that Christmas, she looked a treat as Prince Charming, her long slender legs shown off to perfection in satin tights- and the leotard showing off her pussy mound.
I was not the only one to enjoy her performance. Anyway, the following spring - last year - she was starring in a play. I was far too busy to know what on earth it was about. She was always going off to rehearsals, it seemed. Then when the production was due to be staged at the local hall, she asked me to be sure I be there for the opening night. Well I very nearly did not make it. By the time I got there, the hall was packed. I had to squeeze into a seat between some local old fat farmers and village yobs. Olivia was centre stage, trying on a wedding dress and talking to the seamstress in a rather loud posh voice. She looked rather haughty with all her make up, eye liner, mascara and blue eyes shadow. Her big blue eyes looked very young and girlie. I could see she was enjoying playing to the gallery. Then in the very next moment, I was stunned. One of the fat farmers responded immediately with the words.’GAWD, I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS COMIN’ TO A BLOOMIN’ STRIP SHOW.’ ?Fuckin hell, I wouldn’t half mind givin’ her a bloody good seein’ to the thick set yob next to me muttered to his friend who laughed along with the other farmers and yobs. Looking at my wife up on the stage, I could well understand why the men had so responded. The seamstress had let go the back of the virgin white long satin and lace wedding dress and my wife was stepping out of it in a pair of white high heel shoes. She was revealed, standing on stage for all to see, in pale blue satin and lace lingerie. My prick bulged inside my underpants as I beheld the sight before me. Olivia was on display, illuminated by stage lighting and wearing the most expensive and exquisite lingerie imaginable. Shimmering blue satin hugged her breasts, deep lace making their fullness look all the prettier and detailing the outline of two very pert nipples. The satin followed the contours of her body, hugging her narrow waits and flaring out over her hips, hugging her pretty pubic mound, the baldness of which would have been exposed to all had it not been for an inch of pretty lace around each panty leg. To make matters even more mind blowing, she was exposed in a matching deep satin and lace suspender belt attached to black silk stockings. As she turned away to pick up another dress to cover her exposure, ramrod straight seams traced a line up towards her very sexy little bottom. The men continued to mumble and titter. I was so excited to know that they were lusting after my wife that I was touching myself with my right hand in the pocket of my grey Servile Row suit. I watched the rest of the play, - which was all about a woman of class wondering if she was doing the right thing marrying a rich old man-in a haze. In the end she ran off with his lusty young gardener. It was a bold choice for our usually staid local drama group. I found out later that it was one of Olivia’s favourites and she had studied it at Oxford, where she read English. My wife met me during the interval, back stage. She was wearing the little black dress she had put on after the lingerie scene. ?Make sure you are wearing that and those undies after the show’ I insisted, trying to hide the pure animal lust that I was feeling for her. She smiled; looking puzzled at the same time. It was a cold night. She met me in the car park, wearing her mink coat and click clacking toward our new Mercedes. The tight dress and high heels caused her hips to be thrust forward. Behind me I heard a loud and rough sounding engine revving up. The sound was in marked contrast to the purr of my big Mercedes. I heard raucous laughter and whistling. I turned to look at a souped up old van, with gaudy paintwork. Hideous fat faced yobbos were looking at my wife, who was teetering toward me. They were making obscene comments and were illuminating her with their headlights. I went on to some kind of weird autopilot. Jumping out of the car and zapping it locked. I moved quickly toward Olivia, the bulge in my trousers so hard I was in danger of splitting my tight briefs. ?Come with me, quickly’ I barked, taking her tiny manicured and nail varnished left hand. I guided her toward the back of the village hall. It was quite dark. I pushed her up against the cold brick wall. It was a narrow spaces, between the hall and the tall fence and hedge surrounding the Lord of the Manor’s estate. In seconds I had pulled Olivia’s fur coat open. My hand was up her dress feeling the smooth satin covering her pussy mound and pretty little slit. Her dress was soon up around her waist, my hands pushing between her slender thighs, brushing against silk stocking tops and suspenders. I grasped the flat space between her legs, gripping her there with all my might, lifting her off the pathway/ She was moaning, eyes closed, head bowed. ?Oh Roger, what on earth has come over you?’ she whimpered as my fingers pulled the tight satin gusset aside and plunged into her rather dry little slit. ?It is too cold out here darling. Please lets go home.’ She pleaded. ?No you fucking slut, I am going to do you here, you whore, showing yourself off to all those men. This is what you deserve.’ I jumped when I heard a sneering voice behind me say; ?Right on mister fuck the little bitch. She’s asking for it. When you’re finished can I have a poke.’ I turned to look and guessed there were about six other men of various shapes, ages and sizes standing behind me in the gloom. I grabbed my wife’s hairless crotch all the harder, pushing three fingers inside her and crushing her slit with my thumb. It was all so urgent; I can’t recall the detail. I had my five inch cock exposed to the cold air and was driving it up insider her before I had considered the risk of letting half a dozen men see my wife and I so vulnerable to them all in the cold darkness. Once insider her hairless pussy, I fucked hard, pushing her up and down against the wall. Her expensive mink protected her from feeling the brickwork’s abrasiveness. Her head was buried into my shoulder. Her expensive perfume added to my intoxication, as I called her a fucking little slut, while gripping her firm breasts with both of my very cruel hands. Olivia would not admit it, but eyes closed, golden curls bouncing, she kept on cumming and cumming until at last it was all too much for me. With a mixture of fear and incredible excitement. I felt my balls tingling past the point of no return. Olivia and I were both cumming together. In the background I heard the hum of male voices young and old. There seemed to be more than I had heard at first. I did not care as the orgasm gripped me and my body shook. Olivia and I hung on to each other as I had the longest sex spasm of my entire life. As the feeling subsided, my prick withered. I held Olivia for as long as I could. The voices were those of men still hard with desire, I nestled into my wife’s perfumed body and clothing. Wishing we were now safely back in our high security luxury home. But we were not and there was no telling what these men would want of my glamorous and haughty wife who was standing backed up in her finery with my sperm and semen running form her pussy, down toward her black silk seamed stockings. Opening my eyes at last, I saw that Olivia’s were still tightly closed. Her breathing was still rapid, her body still trembling at the thought of what might happen next - I guessed. As my hazy lust filled head cleared, I tuned into those male voices, as did Olivia no doubt. The men’s desires were becoming very clear to me.
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