By the time I got back to the house it was dark and the only light was in the porch so that I could find my way inside. Slipping off my shoes, I crept up the stairs towards the bedroom that I shared with Dean. Catching myself in the doorway though, I stared through the darkness at the bed, there were clearly two forms lying there but it was too dark to be sure as to who.

Switching on the light in the spare room, I found that it cast enough of a glow to be able to make sense of who was in my bed without disturbing them. Unsurprisingly, there in the bed lay Dean, tucked up under the duvet and wrapped in his arm, her leg across his body given the shape of the covers, lay the Captain.

“I wasn’t the only one to have fun tonight then,” I thought to myself and stripping off my clothes I headed into the spare bedroom where, moments after tucking up in bed I was asleep.

“Hey!” the voice was soft and yet demanding all at the same time. It was also very familiar and after it spoke a couple more times and gently shook me, I woke up to the sound. Opening my eyes, I noticed that Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down on me. “Hey babe, I didn’t realise you were home, the Captain has gone, and I was starting to get worried.”

“I came home about two,” I confessed, “you were already asleep with the Captain and so I left you to it.”

“Ahhh,” Dean smiled at the memories that filled his mind of the night before, “we hadn’t long been asleep then, turns out she hasn’t had a good shag in a while and she was eager for me to service her over and over and over.”

“And I bet you complained,” I offered with a smile.

“It was only one pussy anyway, how much cock did you end up getting?”

Sitting up in the bed, my heavy breasts popped out from under the sheets and I noticed Dean watching them as they jiggled. “Well…”

“Well?” Dean gave me that look that he always did when he knew I had got carried away for the night. “How many times do we need to talk about this? It’s not some competition where you have one and I have one, I know you can’t resist a cock when it is on offer.”

“Yeah but six?” I asked, expecting him to shout.

There was silence for a moment as Dean processed what I had said. “Six? You only left with one.”

“Well he had a brother,” I offered before describing in detail the experience of having two black men double penetrate me. “They shot a video as well,” I explained and sitting back I let Dean load up the scene of me being fisted.

“That is so typically nasty of you,” Dean murmured as he watched the end of the video. “So, what happened next, and how do the other four come into it?”

“Four, yeah, well the brothers chucked me out the house naked and covered in cum.”

“Right?”

“And then some guys pulled up in a car and offered me a lift, if I gave up my ass.”

“Ahhhh,” Dean smiled as he thought about what might have happened next, “and you just could not resist?”

“Of course not.”

“But weren’t you sore?”

Leaning forward I kissed Dean on the shoulder, “when has that ever stopped me?”

“True, so what happened then?”

“Well… I wasn’t sure how many were in the car but after I got in, I found there were four of them. I sat between the two in the middle of the back seat and, well it just went from them.”

I smiled at the comment, “let’s just say that, I was lucky not to have been arrested.”

“Arrested?” Dean’s eyes bulged out of his head at the comment, “what the fuck did get up to?”

Placing a hand onto Dean’s groin I gently rubbed back and fore until I could feel his dick starting to swell underneath. “Well…” I licked my lips as I remembered the experience, “we stopped in a layby and they took me over the bonnet.”

“Right,” Dean replied, his face shifting from a look of shock to one of curiosity as his eyes flicked up and down my body. “So how does that turn into you almost getting arrested?”

“Well duh! How do you think it happens? The bloody cops turned up.”

“So how come you weren’t nicked by them?”

I smiled, an evil little grin that always crept over my face when I had sorted out something particularly kinky.  “Thankfully, they were much happier watching and then they gave me a lift home.”

“You didn’t let them fuck you as well?”

“Nah, they were boring in that way, but I’ve agreed to meet them again and to let them have me. Anyway, what about you and the Captain?”

Dean grinned at the question, “turns out that despite her serious image, she’s almost as dirty as you.”

“Really?” I asked, amazed to discover that she could possibly be compared to me.

“Yeah, she gave me a blowjob in the taxi back to the house and then let me do her in the ass. We are definitely going to meet again.”

“There’s a surprise,” I commented before leaning forward so that my head approached Dean’s lap. Catching me by the shoulders, he pushed me back into a seated position, forcing me to meet his gaze in the process.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked but I bit my lip instead and chose to remain silent. “Serious, what do you mean by that?”

He was clearly angry at my comment and the fact that I was refusing to provide any further explanation. “Come on, are you unhappy about me seeing others all of a sudden? After all the guys you have slept with, are you really suddenly going to get jealous?”

I shook my head, “no, it’s not that.”

“What is it then?” Dean rose from the bed and took a step away from me, I could tell he was angry and the moment for me to suck his cock had passed with it.

“You know,” I offered as I realised that what had been a throw away comment and caused the two of us to row for the first time in ages.

“No, I don’t know! Why don’t you tell me?”

My comment had now become a problem, I had realised there was a difference between how we approached our relationship from the start. It had never been a problem before, but now, because of one silly comment it was becoming one and I knew that explaining it in a way that would diffuse the situation would be difficult.

“Come on!” Dean demanded, “tell me why me seeing the Captain again is a surprise.” As he said the last word, he changed the pitch of his voice while throwing out his hip in such a way that was designed to openly mock me.

The silence between the two of us grew until it threatened to consume the entire relationship. Dean started at me, anger flaring in his eyes, his lips pursed as he brooded over my comment. Still I refused to explain though and I wondered if my husband would be able to forgive me either way, whether I answered his question or not.

“I tell you what, forget it, I need to go to work and when I come home, we can talk about whether our relationship has a future.”

“Wait!” I called out as Dean turned and headed towards the door. “I’ll explain, I don’t want us to part on bad terms.”

Stopping in the doorway, Dean looked back over his shoulder so that he could see me out of the corner of his eye. “Go on!” he offered, his voice taught as he spoke.

Taking a deep breath, I considered the best way to phrase my answer. “Have you ever noticed that there is a difference in how we approach our other lovers?”

“No.”

“How many women have you fucked in the last year?”

“Oh, I dunno, maybe ten or fifteen?”

“And how many men have fucked me?”

Dean shrugged at the question, “I dunno, I don’t really keep count.”

“Well I do, and I know that in total it is now eighty two.”

“Right…” Dean paused for a moment before turning around to face me, “what’s your point?”

“My point,” I took another deep breath as I considered that this was the moment that could break everything. “My point… is that you normally have a series of semi-casual relationships, whereas I mainly have one-night stands. So when I say, there’s a surprise, it’s as I say, not a surprise that you want to see the Captain again.”

I could see Dean playing the comments through in his head, “so its not about you accusing me of wanting to leave you?”

“Of course not, it’s something I have always realised, you fuck another woman and then maybe date her for a week or two, maybe even a couple of months and then, bored, you move on. Meanwhile, I sleep with just about everyone who is up for it.”

“You know, I don’t always date the women I fuck.”

“That’s true, but you prefer it when you can.”

Dean nodded is head, “I guess you are right, but it’s not like you go without seeing guys multiple times.”

“True,” I replied, “but you do realise that the last time I did that I had six other cocks in between?”

A smile crossed my husband’s face and I saw his eyes look me up and down again, “look I need to get to work but show me your body so I can think about it while I’m gone.” I grinned at the request and climbed from the bed. Standing naked before my husband I watched his eyes greedily gobble up the sight of me while between my legs I could feel a small dribble of cum from the night before. Stepping towards me, Dean pulled me into an embrace, our lips meeting in a deep kiss as he squeezed one of my boobs. “See you later, love you,” he said and then he was gone, and I found myself in the house all on my own. Suddenly feeling tired again, I climbed back into the bed and curled up in the duvet before falling into a deep sleep.

The ringing of a phone somewhere in the house woke me with a start. Rolling out of bed, I hurriedly searched the room looking for it before realising that I had left my mobile downstairs the night before. Still feeling sleepy I rushed downstairs and got to it just in time. Picking the phone up without checking the screen I pressed the button that connected me with the caller. “Hello,” my voice was hesitant and croaky as I spoke.

“Jess!” the voice replied, “is that you? It’s the Captain.”

“Hey,” my voice croaked again.

“Look, Jess, I think we need to meet and talk.”

“Talk?”

“Yes, umm, well, umm, I need to admit some things to you.”

Having woken slightly more I now had a clearer understanding of where the Captain was going with the conversation. “You want to confess to me that Dean fucked you bareback in the ass last night?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line as the Captain realised what I had said. “You know?”

“Of course I know, how does an open relationship work if you don’t share experiences?”

“But!”

“Look, what time is it?” I asked, checking the clock on the wall to see that it was just coming up to 11am. “What are you doing for lunch, do you want to meet?”

“Is that OK?”

“Yes, you’re my team Captain and now the lover of my husband.”

“Wow, that was easy,” the Captain replied.

“Wait until we discuss everything,” I said, “you may think differently then.”

Plans agreed, I ended the phone call only for it to ring again before I could put it down. This time I could see who was calling, it was Paul the club photographer and he was making a video call. “Hi Paul,” I answered as I connected the call. Holding the camera up so that he could just see my face I smiled as Paul’s rugged face appeared before me. In his late 50’s, he was one of the few I had never slept with who seemed to actually appreciate my lifestyle. It was known within some circles in the club that he and his wife were swingers, but the story was that Paul was very much a cuckold.

“Jess, I’m glad you took my call.”

“That’s fine Paul, what can I help you with?”

“Look, the club has an idea for an alternative calendar, and I think you would be perfect for the job.”

“Alternative? You mean they want to do a naked one?”

“It’s a bit more than that. In fact, it’s a lot more than that. In truth, I’m not convinced you will be up for it because of what it will involve, but you are the only woman I can think of who might do it.”

“Does it involve something sexual?”

“Yes.”

“And you have picked me because you think I will be up for it and not because of my gorgeous looks?” Pushing the phone further away from my body I let my naked breasts come into the view of the camera.

“Wow,” Paul commented as he stared at my prominent nipples. Stammering, he struggled to raise his gaze back towards my face, “your looks definitely help.”

“Then how about we meet this evening at the club to discuss it?”

“Thank you,” Paul replied before ending the call.

I looked at the clock, it was now nearly half eleven and I had agreed to meet the Captain at a quarter past. Taking the stairs two at a time, my breasts bouncing as I climbed them, I jumped into the shower and washed away any trace of my adventures over the previous 24 hours.

It did not take me long to prepare and as I pulled my loose-fitting black top over my head and adjusted it around my boobs, I checked myself in the mirror. The top was thin and light and as I checked that it covered me, I knew that even the slightest breeze risked exposing me to the world. That it could, did not bother me though, it was only a short walk to the café where I had agreed to meet the Captain and the owner was very familiar with my naughty side. Smoothing down my lycra skirt, I checked that it reached mid-thigh as it was supposed to and then slipped a pair of sandals onto my feet.

It was another warm and sunny day as I stepped outside the door but that did not stop my nipples from hardening at the gentle touch of coolness that came with exposure to fresh air. Walking out of my road I turned into the street that led down the hill towards the café. It was set back from the road and overlooked the small river that ran through this part of town. Unusually for this time of day it was empty as I walked in and Miguel the owner approached with a broad smile. He had the toned and bronzed body that was typical of a good-looking Spanish guy.

His eyes flicked up and down my body and I recalled the time he had fucked me over one of his outdoor tables at the end of a long day. We embraced and Miguel kissed me on both cheeks before holding me at arms-length. “I have a new kitchen boy I am sure you would enjoy,” he commented, “he is black and very well hung.”

“How do you know?” I asked curiously knowing that Miguel was not into men.

“My daughter, she insisted on testing the goods when I employed him.”

I laughed at the comment, Miguel’s daughter had only recently turned eighteen but despite being incredible slim she had enormous breasts and a sexual hunger that matched with mine. “And you were cool with her doing that?”

“She tells me how much she wants to be like you, and you are so strong and beautiful and slutty all at the same time so who am I to object?”

“Get her to call me sometime, I think Dean would have some fun with her.”

“You want me to give my daughter to your husband?”

“He would teach her to be like me…”

Taking a moment to think about it, Miguel held up his hands, “may I?” he asked as he flicked his fingers towards my breasts.

“Sure,” I replied and without a second’s delay I felt Miguel push his hands under my top, the palms of his hands brushing over my nipples.

“You have such gorgeous breasts,” he said, “yes, I will get my daughter to call you so that your husband can have her. I think she would be very happy with that as I am happy groping you.”

I grinned at the comment but instead of carrying on with the flirtation, Miguel quickly removed his hands and I could see that he blushed. Adjusting my top, I glanced over my shoulder to see that the Captain had arrived. She was wearing a tight black shirt dress that was open at the collar a couple of buttons too many. As she approached, I realised that she had larger breasts than I had realised before, normally I only saw her in a tight-fitting sports bra, no wonder Dean had enjoyed her.

“You’re here,” I said innocently, “shall we sit by the river?” The Captain nodded in agreement, “oh and this is Miguel the owner of the café and a personal friend.

“Personal friend?” the Captain asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice. “Do you mean…”

“Yes,” I cut her off, “I do mean that, now let’s sit.”

The two of us sat down and as we did so I noticed that the Captain’s dress slid up slightly to reveal that she was smooth and knickerless. “Is it a new thing?” I asked with a nod towards her groin.

“New thing?”

“Yes, I’m sure that when I have seen you before you wore big knickers and had some public hair.”

“Oh that, yes, I’m trying it out after Dean said it was his favourite.”

“He does prefer a woman like that,” I commented, “and once you get used to it you will find that you enjoy life like that as well.” It was quickly becoming clear that the strict woman who the Captain portrayed herself as at times around the rugby team was not something that necessarily applied in the rest of her life.

A noise at the entrance to the café caught my attention and I instinctively turned my head to see a group of older women arriving. They all flirted heavily with Miguel before taking a large table just at the edge of the patio so that they were not “sat in the direct sunlight.”

“Look, I need to know,” it was the Captain who spoke, and I could detect a hint of nerves in her voice.

“How this plays out?” I offered.

“Umm, yes, I guess so.”

“Well it’s easy really, you get to have loads of sex with my husband, you get to hang out with me and then at some point in the future he’ll get bored and move on.”

“He’s never got bored of you?”

“True but then his interest in me is not mainly driven by sex.”

“And his interest in me is?”

“Yes, though as you gave your ass up so easily, he won’t get bored for a while. He prefers slutty experimentation to frigid hard to get.”

“Which you thought I was?”

“Well you do tend to give that impression.”

“I do, don’t I…”

The conversation was interrupted by Miguel approaching the table, “can I get you ladies anything?” he asked as I notice him take the time to eye us both up.

Offering a hand towards the Captain I let her order first. Then Miguel turned his attention towards me, “I’ll have a tea cake with a cup of tea and shot of your special juice.” The request for the shot made Miguel’s eyes open wide.

“Of course,” he replied, “would you like mine or the new guys?”

“I’ll have one of each.”

Giving a nod of his head Miguel retreated from the table as the Captain leaned in towards me conspiratorially. “Special juice?”

I smiled, “you’ll find out in a moment,” I replied, “and if you try it, you would, make Dean very happy.”

The Captain stared at me, clearly confused by my comments.

“You’ll see in a minute, in the meantime, you must have some more questions about Dean, after all you called me in a moment of guilt to let me know.”

“Well I was worried you’d be angry.”

“Why would I be angry?”

“I slept with your husband.”

“And what was I doing at that time?”

“I dunno,” the Captain replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“You didn’t see me leave?”

“Yeah but you were thrown out.”

“While Dean stayed and pulled you, do you wonder why he let me go?”

Taking a moment to think about it the Captain seemed to be blank, her memories of the night before proving to be a bit vague.

“I left with that black guy…” I waited for the Captain to process what I had said.

She leant towards me again, whispering, “he fucked you?”

“And his brother, and four other guys who picked me up later.”

“Wow,” the Captain replied sitting back as Miguel delivered our orders. In front of me he placed two shot glasses, a small amount of a white liquid at the bottom of each one.

“That’s mine,” he said pointing to the one on the right, “and that one is Andy’s.” He pointed at the one on the left and then over his shoulder towards the kitchen. Following his guide, I looked to see a tall, toned black guy watching me through the door to the kitchen.

“He’s cute,” I said to Miguel as I studied the two shot glasses.

“I knew you would think so,” Miguel replied, “enjoy.”

The Captain stared at the two glasses, “have you really just ordered their spunk in a glass?”

“Of course,” I replied as I pushed Miguel’s glass across the table towards her, “do you fancy some, Dean would be impressed.” Picking up Andy’s glass I held it in one hand while I opened my phone with the other.  “Come on!” I said trying to encourage the Captain to join in. Then, without further prompting she picked up the glass and I managed to just get a photograph as she tipped the contents down her throat. I grinned before doing the same with Andy’s load.

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed that Andy was still watching, and I smiled at him before licking my lips. Then, smiling at the Captain I took a moment to send the photograph to Dean.

“What are you doing?” the Captain asked nervously as I grinned on pressing the send button.

Turning my phone around, I showed the Captain the message, “your latest fuck swallowing Miguel’s load,” it read alongside the photograph that I had captured.

“And he will be happy with that?”

I nodded my head as the phone pinged as a message came in response. Opening it up I read it out to the Captain, “see, I told you she was almost as nasty a slut as you.”

“Oh wow, I thought he would get upset at me drinking someone else’s cum.”

“He’s not going to be faithful to you, so he doesn’t expect it back. What he does like is to know what you have been up to.”

“He’ll want to know about my past experiences then?”

“Yes, and you need to be honest with him, he will get bored and frustrated if you hide things.”

The sound of Miguel greeting someone at the entrance to the café caught my attention. Glancing over to see what was happening I realised that Dean had just arrived. He approached with a broad grin on his face, “I managed to get away from work early.”

“And you just couldn’t resist the chance to visit your two sluts? You must be feeling horny.” I teased.

Dean stopped for a second, his face frozen as if he was offended by my comment, “true!” he said before breaking into a laugh. Leaning forward he kissed the Captain on the limits, a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue probing her mouth with the lust he clearly felt for her. Then, parting, he moved around the table to me and I got the same treatment. It was hot and I felt myself get excited at the thought that Dean was looking for more fun.

As we kissed, he pushed a hand under my top and groped my breasts one at a time. The nipples hardening at his touch. Someone at the table of older women gasped and Dean stepped back, deliberately leaving my right boob uncovered so that the women could see. Unable to take their eyes off of us the group whispered to each other in hushed tones. “The Captain is smooth and knickerless,” I declared loud enough for the group to hear and I watched the shocked looks on their faces as Dean stepped back towards his new lover. Again, they kissed deeply but this time he pushed a hand down between her thighs, searching for the prize that I had told him about. Feeling his fingers touching her pussy, the Captain wriggled and giggled with excitement.

There was a scraping of chairs from the other side of the room and all but one of the women who had now become onlookers had walked out. From their voices it was clear that at least one of them was disgusted by what they had seen. However, it was clear the one who remained had very different thoughts on the matter. Her eyes drunk in the scene as she watched Dean playing with the two of us.

She looked familiar somehow and I studied her, trying to place where I had seen this woman before. Wearing a grey dress that showed off a lot of leg for her age and had a choker which helped frame her pert breasts, the look was both classy and slutty at the same time. Her face was definitely familiar I thought to myself and then I realised, it was Paul’s wife, the club photographer. Rising from my seat, I left Dean and the Captain together while I walked over to the other table. “May I sit?” I asked and the woman smiled.

“As long as you don’t block my view,” she replied.

Taking a seat to the side so that I could also watch what was happening, I introduced myself. “I’m Jess, I play rugby up at the club, you’re Paul’s wife, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” the woman said her eyes alive as she watched Dean and the Captain kissing and touching each other.  “My name’s Jacqueline but everyone calls me Jackie.”

“I’m meeting Paul up the club this evening, do you know what it is about?”

“Oh, I get a feeling that you will love what he is going to suggest,” Jackie replied before changing the subject. “Your husband is gorgeous isn’t he?”

The comment made me look back over to Dean and the Captain. My husband was now sitting in a chair that was pulled up close to his new lover. His hands roamed over her legs while she giggled and hung on his every word. “He is,” I replied, “and he loves fucking new pussy as well.”

“Does he have an age limit?”

“Not that I am aware of.”

“Do you?”

“Are you thinking male or female?”

Jackie gave a shrug of her shoulders, “just wondering,” she commented. “Anyway, I better go, I shall see you up the club tonight as I will be there with Paul. Don’t forget to bring Dean.”

The comment made me smirk and as I watched Jackie stand up and gather her belongings before leaving the café I wondered if Dean would be interested in fucking her.

 

The evening could not arrive soon enough, and Dean was only too eager to tag along when I mentioned that Paul’s wife was interested in him. “She’s a bit of a GILF,” he had commented as we had spoken about it, “and I’ve heard from a couple of the guys who have been with her that she is a real cum slut.”

That she was had clearly triggered enough thoughts in Dean’s head that on the journey over to the club he regaled me with stories of how Jackie had pleased men over the years. “She’s not the only woman who has chugged back five loads in a glass,” I reminded Dean as we pulled into the club.

Dean grinned at my comment, “yeah but she was 45 at the time and the guys who she drained had only just turned 18.”

I looked out the window at the club where I could see Paul standing on the balcony waiting for my arrival. “I’m only 22 myself so the only way I could manage that age different would be to invert it and drain some 50 year olds.”

“Well get on with it.”

The reply caught me off guard, “you want me to gangbang with a group of guys old enough to be my father?” Eyes flashed at me from the driver’s seat as Dean reversed into a parking spot. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” I said.

As I waited for Dean to raise the roof on the car, I realised that the wind had blown through my blouse and my breasts were clearly on display. A dog walker who was passing as I adjusted myself took a moment to stop and stare at my cleavage and I winked at them, knowing that they would be eager to run home and wank.

Getting out of the car, I could see that Paul was watching and I knew that not only would he have had a flash of my tits but that now, he was getting the chance to see up my skirt. I waited by the car for Dean and then taking me in his arm, we walked into the club and up to the first floor where my appointment waited.

“Please, sit,” Paul indicated with an arm towards a chair as I entered the upstairs bar. “I wasn’t expecting two of you.”

“That’s fine,” Dean said as he crossed over to an empty table to collect a spare chair. We sat, side by side while Paul took up a seat opposite. Behind, sitting on a stool near the bar, I could see Jackie. She was wearing the same dress as earlier in the day and her eyes were completely fixated on Dean.

“Right, umm,” Paul stuttered as he tried to introduce his plans. “Look, I wasn’t expecting Dean, I’m not sure whether it is a good thing to…” his voice trailed off.

“Discuss it in front of him?” I suggested and Paul nodded enthusiastically to confirm that I was correct.

“If it is something you don’t think Dean would approve of then surely it wouldn’t matter whether he was present or not? I’d likely say no.”

Paul seemed to take a moment to process my response. “That’s not quite what I meant, it’s just asking you without Dean around feels like it would be easier to do.”

“You mean you don’t want to ask a woman to be unfaithful to her man in front of him?”

“Yes.”

I sighed at the comment and then leaned over to Dean. “Darling, do you think you could give me some privacy with Paul? I’m sure there are some fun things you can find to do while we talk.” As I spoke, my eyes flickered towards Jackie and Dean understood immediately what I was suggesting. His eyes brightened and he gave me a kiss on the lips.

“I’m sure I can find something to keep me entertained,” he said.

“Sorry,” Paul said as Dean walked away from the table. “Our conversation is going to be awkward enough as it is.”

“Don’t worry about it, Paul. I met Dean in a sex club, and we have never been faithful towards each other, in fact if one of us was to suggest monogamy I think the other would run.”

“Right, umm,” Paul said again, and I was starting to wonder if he would ever be able to ask the question that was clearly eating him up inside. In the background I could see Dean and Jackie flirting with each other before, together, they walked out of the bar and towards the staircase that led downstairs.

“You want me to do some sort of Calendar,” I offered, and Paul nodded. “You said it wasn’t a naked calendar and so I am thinking something more hardcore, maybe with men involved?”

Paul nodded again, “yeah, it’s umm.”

“Hardcore?” I offered it up but in truth I thought that the club would never sign off on a genuine, rugby themed, series of hardcore pictures.

“Yes.”

“Oh,” I replied, caught off guard by the response. “So, you need a local interest by using members and I’m the only woman you can think of who would be prepared to appear in this calendar in a recognisable form?”

“Yes.”

“Well at least we got there.”

“What do you think of the idea?” Paul asked with an edge of nervousness to his voice.

“Hmm, I’m not sure, without me your stuffed but at the same time I am not a porn girl.” For a moment Paul looked crestfallen and inside a felt a pang of guilt for playing hardball on the matter because in truth, between my legs, I could feel that my body was eager to do it. “How about you tell me some more about your plan?”

Looking down at the table, I could feel Paul’s worries that I would say no growing, but I felt it was only fair that I knew the plan. Rather than just saying yes to some crazy scheme that he would never be able to deliver.

“Umm, yeah, umm, well I have nine guys lined up so far. The idea is that we do it like a rugby team thing so you would fuck in the changing rooms and out on the pitches. We’d use things like scrums, mauls and rucks to setup the shot.”

“Ahhh, I see, you mean that instead of playing the ball, the scrum half would be deep in my cunt?”

Paul’s eyes bulged at my use of the word, “you’re comfortable hearing that word?”

“What? Cunt? Definitely, I know men like it and it makes them hard and I like it when they are hard.”

“In that case, yes, the idea would be that we would have a whole team take you in the mouth, in the ass and especially in the cunt.”

“Whole team, so you’re thinking fifteen?”

“Yes.”

“And what if I said I can find another woman who would take part, but you would have to shoot from the neck down?”

“Two of you? That would be incredible, but who? Is she photogenic?”

“I won’t say who now, but I can tell you she is slim and has big tits.”

“Wow,” Paul replied, “she’d be prefect.”

“Not as perfect as me though,” I offered.

“Well true but then nobody is. In the meantime, I need to know if you have any particular needs to go through with it?”

“What are you thinking of?”

“Is there anybody you are uncomfortable with being invited?”

I shook my head, “nope, if you can get them, providing they have a good size cock, I’m chill with it.”

“Are there any positions or acts you won’t do?”

“Any position, any cock, any hole, even two in a hole,” I commented. “I can even be fisted if that is necessary.”

“Fisting? Wow!” I could tell that Paul was getting turned on by what I was saying. “One more question, what about condoms?”

“What about them?”

“Well, I take it you want to use them?”

“No chance, I’ve never used them, if a guy cums while he is in there then I get creampied.”

“Oh, OK, so you are happy for the whole team to rawdog you?”

“Definitely.”

“That’s it then,” Paul said with a sign of relief. “I figured it would be more difficult and I would have to negotiate numbers and who was taking part and what we could do.”

“Heh, that’s not my style,” I commented as I stood up, “do you have your camera?”

“Yeah,” Paul muttered, leaning to the side and patting the bag that lay at his feet.

“Then take some,” I said as I climbed onto the table. Hitching my skirt up and pulling the top to the side I sat on my hip and propped myself up on an elbow. Shocked at my actions, Paul stumbled as he pulled the camera from his bag and set it up. The mechanism whirred and the flash lit up as he took a dozen shots of my exposed body.

“I might need a wank after this,” he managed to say in between deep breaths and I laughed. Then, putting the camera back down he turned towards where Jackie had been sitting. “What a girl hey Jackie?” he asked only to realise that his wife was not there.

“Jackie?” Paul called out plaintively only to be met by silence.

Climbing back off the table I sorted out my outfit and then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, “if you follow me, I think I know where you will find her.”

“Really?” Paul asked as he obeyed my commands and let me drag him by the scruff of the neck down towards the changing rooms.

“Yeah,” I said as we reached the physio room, the door partially open while the sound of panting came from inside. Pushing the door open enough that Paul could look through I smiled at him, “see, your wife is having some fun.” Inside, Jackie sat on a physio bench, legs open, her black stiletto heeled feet hanging in mid-air while between her legs, his trousers round his ankles. Dean’s bum thrust back and fore as he fucked the oldest swinger in town.

Find out what happens next in The Rugger Whore 4

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