“I’m sure nobody wants to hear about that.”
“I do.” Billy looked a little embarrassed that he’d answered so quickly.
Sara laughed. “He’s such a pervert.”
Billy shrugged. “Sorry. I meant—if you wanted to tell us, I’d be interested.”
Sophie looked at Jim, who raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
She looked at Billy, then Sara. “There’s only been two trips, so there’s not really that much to tell.”
Sara nodded. “How many men have you fucked?”
Sophie held her gaze for a few seconds. “Three.”
“And how many women?”
She smiled. “One, but that wasn’t on one of the trips. I went back to Vienna to see someone I’d met while with G-J.”
Billy sat forward a little further. “You went back to Vienna to have sex with a woman you’d met on one of your trips? Weren’t the three men enough?”
Sophie laughed and shrugged. She explained about meeting Anja and her invite, and admitted how much she’d been turned on by the idea of a weekend with another woman.
“And did it live up to all you hoped it would?”
Billy was obviously getting into this, so she decided to give some details—more than she’d given Jim.
“The first time she pleasured me with her fingers, she made me squirt.” Sophie was satisfied to see three shocked faces looking at her.
Billy blinked a couple of times. “She made you…”
“Yep. When I came the first time, a clear liquid shot out all over her hand.”
“Wow.” Billy’s expression was one of wonder.
Sara cleared her throat. “What was the orgasm like?”
“Unbelievable. I thought she’d electrocuted my clit.”
Billy was twisting on his chair. “So, how did she do it?”
“I don’t know—and I did ask. According to Anja, everybody squirts.”
“Isn’t that an REM song?” Jim’s quip didn’t deter Billy’s follow-up questions.
“Did you squirt more than once?”
Sophie nodded. “She kept fingering me until I came again and more stuff shot out, but less than with the first.”
Sara took a sip of her wine. “Were you able to make her squirt?”
“No, I’m afraid not.”
“How did you make her come?” Billy seemed to be fascinated by her night with Anja.
“With my mouth. Incidentally…” Sophie looked at Sara. “You’re the only other woman I’ve ever been with, and I noticed that Anja had a different taste. It was similar, but there was a discreet difference. Do you think how we taste is down to the soaps we use?”
Sara pouted. “Are you saying she was sweeter?”
“No, of course not. I remember noticing, that’s all.”
“I expect it’s partly because of different body-chemistry, and partly down to diet.” Sara laughed. “I remember one night we had a bit of an orgy here with three other couples. One of the girls had eaten garlic the night before, and we could all taste it in her juices.”
“An orgy?” Jim seemed suddenly interested.
She laughed and rested her hand on his arm. “I’ll describe it to you later, if you like.”
Sophie wondered if this was a dig at how she relayed her exploits to Jim, but didn’t rise to it.
Sara turned her attention away from Jim, but left her hand on his arm. “I suppose it’s the same as it is for men. Haven’t you noticed the difference in the tastes of cum? I mean, Jim’s tastes different to Billy’s.”
Sophie’s mind raced over the times she’d shared a bed with Sara and Jim. She was pretty sure Jim hadn’t come in Sara’s mouth during those times, which meant he must have done so on the night she’d been with Anja.
Determined not to show her discomfort, Sophie looked at Billy. “Well, maybe I’ll have to check for myself later.”
Sara carried the empty bowls to the kitchen and Billy poured more wine.
The main course was paprika and tarragon grilled chicken with salad. When Sara had served it up and sat back at the table she looked at Sophie. “So, now tell us about the three men.”
Sophie wondered if Jim had already discussed it with Sara. “Not much to tell about the first one—I never saw him.”
Billy frowned, then his eyes opened wide. “I get it. You were blindfolded.”
She laughed. “No, I was told to strip and stand by a full-length window in the middle of Canary Wharf. Then I had to look out of the window while a stranger came into my hotel room and fucked me from behind. I never saw his face.”
Sara seemed intrigued. “Was G-J there?”
“No. He was watching through a telescope from one of the buildings opposite, giving me orders over the phone.”
“What about the two other men you’ve had?” Billy was eager for more details.
Sophie briefly described the empty theatre in Vienna, and how two male dancers had involved her in a special performance.
Sara looked thoughtful. “It sounds so sexy, I’m green with envy. So, what’s next?”
Sophie shook her hair back and looked at Billy. “Next, I’m going to fuck your husband.”
Sara laughed. “Oh, I already know that—he’s been talking about it all week. I mean what’s next with G-J?”
“I don’t know. But I won’t have long to wait.”
When the main course was finished Sophie decided to deflect some of the spotlight from her exotic trips away. “So, what have you two been up to since G-J’s party?”
Billy answered immediately. “We went to stay with friends in Manchester a few weeks back. But other than that, it’s been pretty quiet.”
Sophie got the impression Sara wasn’t happy with Billy for sharing this information. She took a sip of her wine and pushed her foot against Billy’s leg. “Well, I hope tonight makes up for your quiet spell.”
Sara stood up and dropped her napkin onto the table. “Looks like we’d better leave dessert until later. Bring your drinks through to the living room, it’s time to dance.”
By the time the other three had followed Sara, there was music blasting from the stereo. Sophie didn’t recognise the song, some hip-hop with a thumping bass line.
Sara was already dancing in the middle of the room, and held her hands out to Jim. “Come grope my arse and grind your cock against me.”
Jim laughed and moved close. His arms slid round her waist, hands cupped over her backside.
Sophie looked at Billy. “Well, I suppose you’re going to have to make do with me.”
Billy slipped his arms around her. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
The two couples danced for about fifteen minutes. All the songs were of a similar beat, and Sophie could feel Billy’s erection pushing against her. She looked over at Jim and Sara, who were kissing passionately.
She put her mouth to Billy’s ear. “Are we going to go to bed, or do you want to stay in here?”
He gripped the material of her dress on her hips and started to slowly pull it upwards. “I want to stay here.”
Sophie nodded, watched his face as she felt him pull her hemline further up her thighs. She leaned closer and kissed him on the mouth, her tongue probing gently between his lips.
By now her dress was bunched around her waist, and her bum and thong were in full view. Billy was looking over her shoulder and she realised he was watching their reflection in the patio doors. It was dark outside and the curtains were open.
“Do you always give your neighbours something to watch?”
He laughed. “We’re not overlooked from the back. Nobody can see in, but then I thought you liked to perform by a large window?”
“Oh I’m happy to perform in front of anyone, believe me.” She gripped his cock through his trousers, and Billy let out a sigh.
“Looking good, girl.” Sara was smiling at Sophie’s exposed backside. “I’ll take off my dress if you take off yours…”
Sophie laughed and pulled her dr
ess up over her head, revealing her white lace bra, matching thong and sandals.
Billy whooped appreciatively and ran his hands over her hips and backside.
Sara stared at Jim as she undid the zip at the back of her dress. Then, in one fluent movement she lifted her dress completely off and Jim, Billy and Sophie all stared. What Sophie had thought were fishnet tights were actually part of a sleeveless body-stocking. Sara wore no underwear beneath it, and her nipples were erect, sticking out through the mesh.
“Fucking hell.” Jim’s eyes were fixed on her body.
Even Sophie was amazed at how great Sara looked, and she’d seen her naked many times before in the gym. With the combination of the body-stocking and the high-heels, her legs looked extraordinarily long.
Sara began dancing and rotating her hips in such a way that even Billy seemed to have forgotten Sophie was there.
Moving close to him, Sophie traced a finger down his chest. “Hey, we can both fuck her later. But first, you’ve got to entertain me.” Sophie reached behind her back and undid the clip of her bra.
Billy lowered his head to suck a nipple as soon as her breasts were exposed. Sophie moaned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes.
This petting and caressing continued for another couple of songs. Billy stroked her between her legs, making her squirm as they danced. When she looked over at her husband and Sara, Jim’s shirt had been removed and she could see red scratch marks on his back. Sophie tried to remember if she’d marked him the last time they’d had sex, but that had been almost a week ago. Maybe Sara had done it through his shirt earlier while they danced.
Billy started to nibble her ear. “I want you to sit on the couch and let me compare your taste to Sara’s.”
Sophie smiled and held his hand as she walked slowly towards the sofa. She turned to face him, slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and pushed it down over her hips. Billy dropped to his knees, pulling the thong all the way down her legs and off over her shoes as she lifted her feet one at a time.
She sat on the sofa and watched his face as she slowly opened her legs. He knelt between her feet and lowered his head. She let out a long sigh as his tongue licked along the wet folds of her slit. He licked up and down her slit again, then pushed his tongue inside, making her groan and roll her hips. He soon centred in on her clit, and Sophie rocked her hips to the rhythm of the music.
While she watched Sara stroking her husband’s cock through the material of his trousers, Sophie came on Billy’s tongue. Heat flushed through her and she let out little cries of pleasure, pulling his head and grinding against his face.
Billy knelt up and pulled his stiff cock out through the zip of his trousers. Sophie wanted to suck him, but he evidently had other plans. Without preamble he pushed it deep inside her and she cried out, still sensitive after her orgasm. He gripped her hips and pulled her onto him, her body sliding further down the couch. Billy fucked her slowly, his eyes closed and fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
Over his shoulder she saw Jim down on his knees, licking Sara’s sex though the mesh of her stocking. The two women’s eyes met for a moment and they shared a smile as each enjoyed the attentions of the other’s husband.
Sophie didn’t want Billy to come inside her—she wanted him to come in her mouth. Sara’s remark about their cum had annoyed her for some reason, and she was determined to know how Billy tasted. She placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed.
Opening his eyes, he looked questioningly at her.
“Stand up.”
He did as instructed and Sophie dropped to her knees by his feet. She gripped his cock, slick with her juices, and wanked it slowly while she watched his face. He let out a soft groan.
She leaned forward and ran her tongue around the bulging tip. “Are you going to come for me?”
Billy nodded. “Mm hmm.”
She half-closed her eyes in a flirtatious way. “Are you going to fill my mouth with cum?”
Billy seemed to like her over-the-top slut act. “Oh yeah. I’ll fill it right up.”
“Use my dirty little mouth and pump all you’ve got in there.”
She moved herself slightly to the left so that Jim and Sara had an unrestricted view of what she was doing to Billy, then pushed her head forward and sucked him while still stroking him off. Within a minute Billy started to tremble and she knew he was about to come.
She pulled her head back a little so the tip of his cock rested on her tongue. With her mouth open and her tongue sticking out over her lower lip, she pumped him slowly with her hand.
“Ahhh…” Billy’s groan was a continuous monotone followed by a loud exhale as the first spurt hit the back of her throat. She kept stroking at the same slow speed, holding her mouth wide open as every shot from Billy’s cock flooded onto her tongue, then spilled out and down her chin, dripping onto her chest and breasts.
Sophie flicked her gaze at the other couple and was disappointed that Jim still had his face between Sara’s thighs, so wasn’t able to see the show she was putting on. Her only consolation was that Sara was watching her.
“Oh fuck, ooh yeah…” Billy dropped his chin onto his chest and took in some deep breaths. His cock-head was still resting on Sophie’s tongue, remnants of cum still oozing from the slit. He looked down at Sophie and smiled. “That was amazing.”
Sophie sucked the end of his cock clean then sat back on her haunches. When she looked across the room Jim was still on his knees between Sara’s legs but he was now looking directly at her, his mouth agape. She smiled sweetly, wiped the cum off her chin with a finger and sucked it into her mouth.
Sara pulled Jim to his feet and undid his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. “Get those off.”
As Jim removed his shoes, socks and jeans, Sara knelt on an armchair with her bum facing the room. The large mesh of the body-stocking meant everything was on view, and easily accessible. She wiggled her backside in the air and Jim stepped directly behind her. He positioned his already rigid cock at her entrance and pushed in.
Sara let out a groan and lowered her head onto the backrest of the armchair.
Sophie stayed on her knees and watched her husband fuck the other woman. It was a hot scene—two good-looking people having sex doggy-style. She lowered a hand between her legs and touched herself—she needed to come again.
She got slowly to her feet and crossed the room until standing behind the back of the armchair. Sara was kneeling on the seat and Jim was fucking her from behind. She held eye-contact with each in turn. Sara reached up and smeared the cum on Sophie’s chest all over her breasts, tweaking the nipples as her fingers traced over them.
Sophie slipped off her shoes and eased herself on top of the back rest, her legs either side of Sara. She looked into Sara’s eyes then reached down between her own legs, pulling the lips of her sex open.
“Lick me.”
Sara smiled and lowered her head.
Sophie felt the warm tongue flicking her clit. She gripped Sara’s hair and held eye contact with Jim while he fucked her.
A bright light came on at the side—Billy was filming the action on his phone. She smiled at him, then looked back at her husband. “Come on Jim, fuck her. Let’s see who comes first.”
She groaned as Sara’s fingers entered her. Sophie couldn’t tell how many but guessed at three—maybe all four. She was already sopping and stretched from Billy’s cock, and it felt wonderful.
When Sara nibbled her clit, Sophie screamed and came immediately. Jim banged harder, forcing Sara’s face to bounce against Sophie’s crotch. From Jim’s expression, Sophie knew what was happening.
“He’s coming. Can you feel his hot shower pumping into you?”
Sara pulled back her head and looked up. Her eyes were half-closed and her breathing was ragged. She’d already come. The women stared at each other as Jim emptied into Sara.
He eventually stopped pounding and stepped back and out of her. The light on
Billy’s phone went out as he stopped filming the action. The room was suddenly silent.
Sara finally stood up and turned to look at the men. “Well, does anyone want dessert yet?”
Everyone laughed and Billy suggested more drinks.
Sara’s eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s do hot shots.”
“Oh no.” Billy was shaking his head as Sara left the room.
Sophie turned to Billy. “Hot shots?”
Billy nodded. “Yeah, we learnt this game on holiday in Spain last year. I’ll let Sara explain the rules.”
Sara returned carrying a tray with a bottle and four glasses. She was still wearing the body-stocking and her shoes, and looked sensational. She nodded at Billy. “You, strip.”
Sophie and Jim were both already naked.
Sara set the tray down on a coffee table and poured four shots of an amber liquid.
“What is it we’re drinking?” Jim looked a little concerned—he didn’t usually drink spirits.
“Tequila.”
Sophie was puzzled. “I thought tequila was colourless.” She’d had it before in Margaritas.
Billy moved closer, picked up a glass. “Depends on how it’s kept, I think. It’s colourless, or silver, then they pump it into wooden barrels to age, and that gives it the colour.”
“Right, so…” Sara picked up a glass. “I’ll go first. Rather than licking salt off your hand first, this involves a more interesting ritual. I’ll show you.” She knelt by the table next to Jim, who was still standing. Sara raised the glass to her lips and downed the drink in one go. Then she immediately took Jim’s cock deep into her mouth.
He let out a groan— then another and his eyes opened wide.
Sara released him and smiled. “Like that?”
“Fuck, it’s still tingling.”
She laughed. “I know. If you think it burns your throat, wait until you feel it on your cock or clit. Billy, your turn. Sophie, sit on the table and spread your legs.”
Sophie was nervous and looked at Jim for reassurance.
He laughed. “I’m sure you’ll love it.”
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