by Eliza Fisher
“Wake up Darling, “he said, “Busy morning ahead”
I pulled myself up onto the pillows, rubbing my eyes as I looked around the room, curtains pulled back and the sun shining right in on me.
“Really?” I asked, “I didn’t think we had anything planned for this morning? Didn’t you want to stay in bed?” I patted the bed next to me and winked broadly. Frank grinned and pushed the breakfast tray towards me. I took a cup of tea and a chocolate croissant as he got into the shower, wondering what it was he had in mind. I thought about last night and I felt the same horny, tickly feeling that I did when I became aroused thinking about he and I together. I was tempted to deal with my arousal, figuring I could have reached satisfaction before Frank had even finished in the shower, but you know, I was curious about my surprise and thought maybe it was worth dragging the feeling out for a while. I finished my croissant and got out of bed, searching my bag for the outfit I had planned to wear that day. Frank came out of the bathroom.
“Why don’t you wear your pink dress babe, you look lovely in that?”
“I wore it yesterday,” I said, still rummaging through my bag, “I was thinking jeans today”
He approached me from behind, wrapping his damp arms around me until I felt the squeeze.
“And I was thinking the pink dress.” He batted my ass with his hand so I felt the sting on my bare skin, “So do as you’re told. Please”
I smiled to myself. I love it when he tells me what to wear. It doesn’t happen often - he’s more likely to ask me what he should wear - so when he does, it makes me hot. I found a bra in my bag, a sexy red lace half cup, which only just holds my boobs and I went into the bathroom to shower and get ready. I took extra care with my hair and makeup, finishing off the look with a slick of scarlet lipstick and my red stilettos and I presented myself with a slight curtsy to Frank.
Soon, we were in the car, driving through the Wiltshire countryside. Frank had put a postcode into the satnav, which I didn’t recognise, and we sat and I sang along with the radio, hand on Frank’s denim covered bulge of course, and his hand making the occasional foray to my inner thigh to stroke me softly. He was in a good mood, but very quiet, checking his phone at traffic lights and looking at me. I was intrigued, and I knew he knew it, but I didn’t ask, choosing instead to simply smile back at him and enjoy the trip down the country roads. Before I knew it we had travelled far from the main roads and driving down progressively smaller lanes. I realised I hadn’t seen another car for about 10 minutes, and the houses were beginning to mix in with farm buildings and barns, scattered down lanes next to wide fields.
Finally, I broke. “Where are we going, Frank?”
He grinned wickedly at me, obviously pleased that I had given in, “You’ll see baby…” he glanced at the satnav “...we’ll be there in five minutes.”
“But where?” I asked, exasperated, what kind of sexy surprise could there be in the middle of nowhere like this, that wouldn’t need wellington boots, never mind stilettoes
“Where we’re going!” he said and clasped my knee. “Just be patient Darling, not long now.”
And sure enough, within five minutes, Frank took a sharp turn and started to drive slowly down a narrow bumpy track. I could see what looked like a decrepit farm house at the far end. I looked at him, confused. “What could possibly be down here?”
He winked at me and continued to drive a while until we reached the house, obviously unoccupied but with a large back garden, and well maintained parking spaces running up the side. There were three other cars parked up, and a battered white transit van. He pulled in next to the van and pressed his horn briefly. I looked at him, baffled by the circumstances in which we found ourselves.
Then, I heard the sound of shoes crunching in gravel, and a muscular tattooed man came into view, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Frank got straight out of the car, and went up to the man, holding his hand out. I could tell by the way he greeted the other man that they had met before. Frank gestured to the car and the man approached.
“This is Liam, baby” Frank said to me as the man came up to the window. He gestured at me to roll down the window of the car. “Liam, this is my beautiful wife Louisa.”
Liam stuck his hand through the window as if going to shake it, and I offered my own. He held the palm of my hand against his lips. He hadn’t shaved, and his stubble tickled me slightly. I looked at Frank, and then at Liam.
“Alright,” said Frank, “out of the car now baby.”
I had slipped off my stilettos in the car, and I reached down to put them on before stepping out of the car. Liam held the door open for me and watched as I climbed out of the car. His eyes focusing first on my breasts and then between my legs, hoping I guessed, that my dress would ride up. As I said, I never wore knickers with this dress, so exposing myself when I got out of the car was a risk that I tried to manage as discreetly as I could. When I was out of the car, the three of us stood there, Liam still looking at me keenly. I took him in. He was tall, easily 6’5” and broad. He looked like he was strong from manual labour - I’d never seen tattoos and a shaved head like that at my gym before, and I checked his short unmanicured nails. He had big hands and hairy arms. I thought the transit van was probably his. As we stood there, Liam and me checking each other out, and Frank asking Liam about the journey, I heard some more footprints in gravel. I couldn’t see anyone though, and I looked about, confused. There was a bit of me that thought I should be worried. Here I was in the middle of nowhere, next to an abandoned building and there was this man I didn’t know, and people I couldn't see. But I wasn’t. Instinctively I knew what was going on, and I trusted my husband to take care of me. Perhaps Liam was to become part of my near future in an intimate way, but I could just tell that all I had to say was ‘no’ and we would just get back into our cars and drive away. I just knew it. But I also knew that wasn’t in Frank and Liam’s plan and I began to get excited as the obvious conclusion occurred to me. I tuned back into their conversation; traffic on the M4, out hotel. I decided to test my theory and reached out to stroke Liam lightly on the arm as I addressed him.
“So is this your place, Liam?” I asked, looking around at the grounds,
“Yeah,” he said, “I’m starting some work on it in a few weeks. Brought it as a… weekend retreat, so to speak.”
“Oh, it’s very nice.” I said, “Very private.” I smiled at him and our eyes met. I looked at Frank and then I took them one in each hand. “Do you want to show us around?”
Liam and Frank looked at each other and we started walking towards the garden. There it was fairly tidy for an unoccupied property. I guessed he had done some work on it recently. There was a lawn area with a long, wide wooden bench that looked like it had been carved out of a single tree trunk, some sun loungers and some planters. There was a lean-too with a gate that looked like it had been used as a stable and a patio area with a glass topped table and some cast iron chairs. Behind the lawn was a less kempt stretch of garden, with trees and shrubs that needed cutting back, and grass that looked like it had never been cut, altogether wilder.
“Gosh, it’s big” I said, “Aren’t you lucky?” I let go of Frank’s hand and I watched him walk away from us and sit at the table in the patio area. I wondered what was going to happen next as Liam and I stood there together, inches from each other. Still holding my hand tightly, he led me over to the broad wooden bench, and lifted me slightly, so I could sit on it comfortably. He looked me up and down slowly, his eyes leaving me in no doubt that he was sizing me up. Then, slowly, he pulled my thighs apart which made the hem of the dress slide right up, completely exposing me to him. I looked at Frank and he smiled and nodded at me. I looked back at Liam, his eyes full of lust now and I nodded too. I could feel my pussy moisten as Liam and I looked at each other wordlessly, I watched the muscles in his arms and shoulders as he stroked the insides of my thighs, not yet touching my secret areas, just stroking the skin on my thighs. I wanted to push my
pussy into his hands, to make him touch me. The idea that I could have this man, and with my husband's consent, made me hot as hell. Still in silence, I reached out and put my hands under his shirt, feeling his six pack and firm stomach. His body was very different from Frank’s, the only other body I had touched in nearly twenty years. Liam moved closer to me, and bent in to kiss me, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth forcefully as I accepted him. He moved his legs in between mine and his hand went to clasp a breast, squeezing hard, much harder than Frank did, even when he was playing with me. I gasped in pain and shock and he did it again. Despite myself, I could feel my pussy drawn to him, and almost involuntarily, I started to lift my hips, trying to rub against him. He grabbed the back of my head, kissing me more deeply now and I could feel the fingers of his other hand digging into my breast. I felt breathless, head swimming with lust as he assaulted me.
Then I heard a noise, the footsteps in the gravel getting louder and I looked up. There were three other men, heading toward Frank and I stopped kissing Liam, apprehensive for my husband with these men I didn't know, but their body language was easy and soon they were all shaking hands and slapping backs, their voices convivial. I could hear the odd word, like “Louisa,” and “car” and then they started to look at me too, and I realised, Liam wasn’t the only man I was supposed to meet today.
Liam went to kiss me again, but I twisted my face out of the way of his
“Liam,” I asked breathlessly, my hands still on his stomach, my cheek millimetres away from his mouth, “How do you and these men know my husband?”
Liam looked at me, and continued to knead my breasts, “Ahh that’d be telling,” he breathed, reaching down to bite my neck, causing me to flinch with the sudden pain.
“But…”
“...But nothing, just relax and enjoy yourself. One thing I can tell you though sugartits...” he continued and one of his hands slipped down between my thighs, stroking my bare outer lips now and I squirmed underneath him, “...We’ve all seen you before”
“What?” I asked, feeling my stomach flip as I wondered what he could mean by that.
“Saw a little movie you made with your husband last night, on the bed, blindfolded…”
My stomach felt like it was going to drop to the floor as I remembered what I had done with Frank the night before, and realised that must have been what he had been doing on his phone as I had gone to bed.
Liam gripped me tighter with his other hand; there wasn’t a single inch between us now and I was as horny as I had ever been but I had become apprehensive about the reality in front of me, especially now Frank was approaching with the other three guys; a young blonde guy, stockily built, an older black man with glasses and a guy about Frank’s age and build. Frank didn’t introduce them to me, simply saying,
“Here she is… my lovely wife.”
I remember the young man leering at me and, I guess in normal circumstances I might have felt offended or uncomfortable by it, but Frank’s eyes connected with mine, and he looked so full of lust and pride for me that I felt charged by this young man’s obvious desire. Liam stood back slightly, exposing my naked pussy to all of them as they stood there. The black guy let out a low whistle as I sat there, and I smiled at him, shyly dipping my hand between my thighs. There was tension in the air between us all now, not bad but more waiting for something to happen. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the guy who looked a bit like Frank had opened his fly and was rubbing himself through his pants. I looked back at Liam, who was obviously the ring leader in this, and I smiled, waiting for him to act. I didn’t know what else to do. He seemed to read my reticence and leaned back into me.
“What you gonna do, Baby?” he asked, reaching over to yank down the front of my dress, exposing the scarlet bra. My nipples were protruding through the thin material and he smirked at me as I sat, barely covered by my dress. “Look at you,” he said “sitting here like some fucking whore.” He put his finger into my wet slit and grinned at the other men, “Look at her, she fucking loves it.”
“Take off your dress,” This was the younger guy, and I glanced at Frank. He barely nodded his head, but I could see in his eyes that he wanted to. I took Liam’s hand and let him help me down from the bench, feeling unsteady on my heels as I stepped down. I felt all eyes on me as I straightened myself out and I loved feeling that they were all rapt, watching my every move as I stood there. They were all waiting for my dress, the hem of which was cling to my ass, to come off but I wanted to prolong the moment as long as I could. I bent down, pretending to adjust my shoe, and I came back up flashing Frank a broad smile as I did. I wanted to tell him it was all fine, to say how good I felt, but that would have to wait because right now I had to address the driving lust I was feeling, and the deep throbbing sensation in my pussy.
Although I wanted Liam’s hands on me again, I turned towards the young guy as I reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress, pulling it slowly up my body, first revealing my shaven puss, then my stomach, still mostly flat, thank god, and then further up, revealing the fullness of my breasts under the bra. I flicked my hips as I discarded my dress, and reluctant to just stand there in the middle of them, I backed against the bench again, just heels and slutty bra now and I fixed my eyes on the younger lad. Despite my knowing that Liam was the alpha male here, and the real focus of my interest apart from my husband, I liked this guy’s forwardness. He didn’t do anything though, just stood there gawping at me. I realised two things suddenly, I was the only one with my clothes off and I was starting to feel cold. I reached over and hooked a finger into the belt hook of his jeans and pulled him closer to me. Liam stood back, watching as I held myself up against the young blonde.
“So what are you going to do?” I asked in a low voice, putting emphasis on the you and he grabbed my arse, and bore down on me, kissing me. He kissed inexpertly, having neither the skill nor knowledge of my husband in my kissing taste, and not having the brute force and self assurance of Liam. He smelt of fabric conditioner and cigarettes, and I felt nothing but safe as I warmed the front of my body against him. He squeezed my ass cheeks as we stood together, and I felt that throbbing ache again. I looked back at Liam and he took my wrist, leading me away from the blonde guy, me tottering on my heels but uncomplaining. He took me by the waist and lifted me onto the bench again. I could feel the stakes being raised again as Liam pushed my thighs apart to step between my legs, and pushed me back over the bench until I was flat on my back, feeling the smooth polished bark against my skin and looking up at a sky so blue and cloudless, it could be paint. I looked at Liam and I felt something pass between us; I knew the time had come where there would be no more dancing around each other. I reached for the hem of his shirt, trying to encourage him to peel it off, so I could feel his skin against mine and look at the tone of his muscles but he batted my hands away, and I held them helplessly to my sides, feeling strangely chastened by his dismissal. I still held his gaze though, and as he began to massage my breasts, I allowed my arousal to show on my face, willing him to move down but he seemed content to squeeze and manipulate my breasts and nipples, stiff from the fresh air and my excitement. The others approached the bench now, with only Frank hanging back and watching from a distance. The quiet brunette guy who hadn’t said anything to me yet, or even met my eye, continued to stroke his cock, and the younger blonde guy came over and stood by my face, stroking my hair gently and watching me react to Liam’s touch. Then, he undid the top button of his jeans and unzipped his fly, pulling out his prick, which was long and thin, holding it against my cheek.
“Suck it” he said, and turned my face by pulling a hank of my hair, stuffing the head into the mouth and I sucked, like it was a boiled sweet on my tongue, sucking and licking the head as he held it. I could tell he wanted to inch it down my throat but I held it with my tongue, not ready for a throat fucking yet. I kept my gaze on Liam and finally his hands left my tits, one hand unbuttoning his jeans, the other with his hand on
my jutting hip bone. He left his jeans and his pants slide down his legs, and stood there in front of me, his cock as thick as the dildo which I had been fucking myself with last night.
“Do you want it?” he asked me, pushing the base against my slit, and I couldn’t help but push myself back against it. I nodded, difficult though it was with a cock in my mouth, “I bet you do.” he said, pulling back slightly so we were out of direct contact. I tried to lift my head up, but it was impossible.
“Sluts like you, I don’t know” he said, “do anything for cock wouldn’t you?” I nodded again, genuinely needy for him now. I flicked my eyes back looked at Frank, and I could see the bulge in his jeans now, his eyes full of lust as he looked at me lying on the bench, mouth full of one cock, my legs spread wide open waiting for another one. Liam stroked his cock gently, enjoying making me wait for him and I reached my hand out in vain, he slapped it back. Just as I decided to turn my attention away from him, he bent slightly and lined his cock up with my slit, and there he was, inside of me. As he pushed in, I felt a deep stretching feeling as he filled me up in one thrust. I went to cry out but I was gagged by the cock already inside my mouth. I felt amazing, delirious almost with lust as Liam began to thrust, slowly, deeply into me. I shut my eyes, all the better to concentrate on the sensations rushing through me. I let my head drop back further, and the younger man also began to thrust into me, his movements and pace matching those of Liam. I felt vulnerable and powerful at the same time, being used by these two men and yet being the focus of their attentions. The young man was murmuring at me as he pumped his dick in my mouth, “Yes, bitch, yes” and I opened my eyes to look into his, his face a picture of driving lust as he pistoned into my mouth. I saw the black guy moving towards me now, standing up against the bench, watching me being stuffed in both holes and he took his cock out of his pants, reaching out for my hand and wrapping it around his thick black length, the skin warm and smooth, sheathing a rock hard erection. I tried to stroke him with my wrist but the cock in my pussy was just too distracting and I could barely keep hold of him. He grasped my hand within his own and moved it for me; I guess my awareness became a little hazy at this point, I could feel my hand against him, and the hard dick in my mouth, now moving faster and faster, but all I could really feel was the cock in my pussy, making me feel so full and all my nerves so alive. I knew I would come, and I hoped that Liam would wait for me to reach my orgasm. I turned toward Frank, who was approaching the bench now, he was also rubbing his cock while he watched me getting fucked and I reached out for him with my other hand. I looked back at the other guy, the one who had never touched me, and he was still in the background. Shutting my eyes again, I could feel the orgasm building now and my hips began to jerk up and down; Liam started to pump faster and faster and I felt the younger guy do the same, then I felt his thick cum erupt from his cock and I turned my face away from him so it landed on my face and chin in warm ropes. In the meantime, my own climax arrived and I could hear myself screaming out as wave after wave of overwhelming ecstasy washed over me. Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, Liam had pulled out of me and was coming over me, his cum covering my tits and stomach. I still hadn’t really come down from my orgasm though, and I reached again for Frank who moved to the spot where Liam had been and thrust deeply into me, fucking me hard and fast, holding my legs as he ploughed into me. I finally felt the last waves of my climax crash through me, and I began to move with my husband, matching his pace. The black guy dropped my hand and moved towards my face, putting the head of his cock against my lips. I realised that my throat hurt from the previous guy and I shook my head, murmuring that I wanted to turn around. He looked at Frank, and Frank pulled out for a second or two, long enough to flip me over, my legs off the bench now and Frank had to lift my hips to push his cock back into me. In many ways, this is our favourite position and I could feel the excitement bubbling up inside me again as he began to thrust quickly inside of me, holding my hips as he did so. The black guy pushed his cock against my lips again and I opened my mouth wide to his thick cock into it. I felt deliciously slutty as I sucked and licked, cum dripping off my chin from the other one and as I sucked the head of his cock, I pumped with my hand, smiling up at him with my eyes. Despite my sore throat, and my aching muscles I felt so good, I didn’t want it to end. He put his hands on my shoulders and shut his eyes; I knew that I could make him come soon and sure enough, within a minute or so, I watched his face tighten and his cock suddenly stiffen, filling my mouth with his load. I leaned forward and let the cum drip out, down his cock as I sucked him dry, leaving only my darling Frank still inside of me. I knew if he kept it up, I would come again and I put my face down on the bench, resting my cheek on the now warm wood and I shut my eyes. Somewhere, I heard a couple of car doors slam and engines start, and I reflected that the experience was nearly over. What a dirty thing I had done, I thought, and as I reflected on the last hour or so where I had behaved in a way I had never thought possible, new waves of arousal flooded through me
