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  ‘You’ve not changed,’ I remarked.

  ‘How do you mean?’

  I dropped my eyes to her left hand.

  ‘Life’s too short not to have fun.’ She smiled and gave Rob’s tackle a little squeeze.

  I turned to offer Nigel a chocolate.

  ‘Do you still wear that red slut dress?’ asked Carol from behind me.

  It took a moment for me to make sense of her question. ‘Oh, I know the one you mean. No, I haven’t worn it for years.’

  Rob suddenly perked up. ‘What dress is this?’

  ‘Nigel will tell you.’ Carol pointed a finger at him. ‘Susie was wearing it the night he first fucked her.’

  ‘Are you suggesting my wife put out on our first date?’ laughed Nigel.

  ‘It wasn’t a date, she seduced you in a night club, remember?’

  ‘Oh, yes.’ He smiled like a man recalling a very successful evening.

  ‘And you seem to be forgetting the fact that we were best mates, so I know what you two did in the loos. Anyway, it was Susie’s fuck-me dress, she always wore it when she was desperate to get laid. You were on a sure thing from the moment she wrapped her arms round you.’

  ‘You bitch,’ I smiled.

  ‘No offence, Susie, Nigel must realise what you were like back then. After all, he’s turned out to be the main beneficiary of your wanton ways.’

  ‘If you want to talk about my past, I might talk about Corfu.’

  ‘Ooh, confession time. Perhaps we should play confessions.’

  ‘Maybe later,’ interrupted Rob. ‘Have you got any photos of this dress?’

  Carol leant forward. ‘I bet she’s still got the real thing.’

  ‘As it happens, I have.’ It had been stuffed into quite a few charity shop bags over the years, but I always pulled it out again. My flirty side could never let it go.

  ‘Well, what are you waiting for?’ She pointed to the ceiling. ‘Get upstairs and see if it still fits. I bet it does.’ Her eyes ran over my body.

  ‘I’m not sure I …’

  ‘Do it girl, make Rob’s day.’

  The cogs inside my head began to turn. My best friend was asking me to give her man a bit of a show. And what’s more, he seemed very keen on the idea. The thought that I was turning him on was turning me on. Nigel’s gentle nod encouraged me to indulge my two guests. I took another gulp from my glass and left the room.

  Upstairs in the bedroom I pulled the dress out of the awkward to get at end of my wardrobe. The bass of some music penetrated the floorboards from below. I recognised it as the compilation Nigel often put on when he was feeling horny. Within minutes I was naked and excited. I pulled the dress over my head, just as I had done many times in my early 20s. It resisted a little as I pulled it down over my hips, but then it always did. I ran my hands down the sides of my body. It felt so figure hugging, and so smooth. I stepped over to the mirror to see if it looked as good as it felt. I was not disappointed.

  It was deep scarlet with a hem that sat halfway up my thighs. The back plunged down to the top of my bum. Two strips of narrow fabric ran over each breast and met inches above my navel. They were held together with criss-crossing straps that started under my bust. I turned sideways to check out the teasing side view of my tits that had turned so many men to jelly in the past. My hardened nipples only added to the sexiness of it all.

  The shoes I always wore with the dress had been thrown out long ago. The only red heels I have in my collection now are the six-inch platform stilettos usually reserved for bedroom performances. I retrieved them from the other end of my wardrobe and stepped on board. After briefly contemplating going downstairs without any, I rummaged in my knicker drawer and soon found exactly what I was looking for, an outrageously expensive thong that had cried “buy me” every time I walked into my favourite lingerie shop. I slipped it into position. A look over my shoulder towards the mirror confirmed the diamante T-bar was showing well above the back of the dress, just as I hoped it would be. I took hold of it and pulled it a touch higher. The fabric pulled tight against my wet pussy.

  After a few dabs of perfume in strategic places, it was time to get the show on the road. Walking downstairs in stripper heels was not easy. Once I was in the hallway I could see through the glass panelled door. The coffee table had been lifted out of the way and the three of them were dancing. Carol was grinding her bum into Rob’s groin. Nigel’s eyes were soaking up her every wiggle.

  I made my entrance.

  ‘What do you think?’ I spun full circle and threw in a booty shake for good measure.

  ‘Gorgeous,’ said Nigel with a beaming smile.

  ‘You look like sex on legs, girl,’ enthused Carol. ‘There’s only one way to compete with that.’ Her fingers popped the first two buttons on her purple dress; her tits bulged enticingly above a matching half-cup bra. The room filled with sexual desire. I reached over to the dimmer switch and subdued the lighting.

  After performing a few moves in front of him, I turned round and reversed my bum into Nigel’s groin. Before long we were facing the other two, and they were facing us. At first it was all looks and little smirks. The men’s hands were on our hips, both Carol and I had our hands clasped together just below our chins. Rob’s eyes were drilling through my dress.

  Nigel’s hands were the first to wander upwards, stopping only when they were tucked in under my boobs. His thumbs then ventured a little further. I sensed his hesitation; he was testing the water, waiting to see if I would ease his arms back down with my elbows. By not doing so I gave him the green light to go further. I was in the privacy of my own home, with only my best friend and a man from the other side of the world to witness it. What harm could come of letting my husband squeeze my tits in their presence? My body tingled as he took hold of them.

  And so the games began.

  Rob’s hands moved up, delved inside Carol’s dress, and popped her tits out. It was a long time since I had seen her dark nipples. I ground my butt harder into Nigel’s groin; I could feel his erection pushing between my cheeks.

  ‘Mmm, your cock feels extra hard,’ I murmured with my head tilted back.

  He whispered in my ear, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. ‘I want to fuck you in front of them.’

  I did not answer. My mind played out a number of potential scenarios. In all of them, it was Carol and Rob who started to fuck first. We watched for a while before joining in the fun. My thoughts were interrupted by Carol revealing the lacy waistband on her panties as she undid more buttons on her dress. I started to will Rob’s hand down inside those panties. I wanted to watch his hand to go to work on her pussy.

  Nigel must have been thinking the same way. His right hand slipped down my body until his fingertips were stroking my pubic hair through the flimsy material covering it. I felt my face redden, and my body start to ooze lust from every pore.

  Moments later Carol moved away from Rob and edged towards me. Rob stayed where he was. She crooked a finger through the straps between my boobs and guided me away from Nigel. I didn’t want to go, but I did want to go. Nigel’s hands were the only ones I’d granted access to my flesh in over eight years. He didn’t hold on to me. He was consenting to what we both knew was about to happen. A sexual craving drove me towards Rob. I felt the heat of his body against mine, and his hard cock pressing into my back. My nipples hardened to new heights as two unfamiliar hands went on to my breasts. They felt absolutely wonderful.

  Watching Nigel’s hand foraging inside Carol’s knickers added to my excitement. I started to pull the hem of my dress up can-can style, flashing them the shiny red triangle covering my pussy, knowing they would see how damp it was.

  Our games had already taken an unexpected turn, but they took another totally unexpected one when Carol moved towards me, forcing Nigel to come with her. She lifted Nigel’s hand out of her knickers and took hold of mine, guiding it towards her loins. Her hand slipped up my dress, inside my thong and down to my
bush. Her eyes were telling me to reciprocate. I slid my fingers under the lacy fabric and went in search of her pubic hair. My fingertips hit the top of her moist slit without finding any. Carol smiled a cheeky smile. My middle finger was now on her engorged bud.

  The men moved away. Carol’s long nails started to scratch against my skin. At first I didn’t like it, but as my pussy heated up, the pleasure grew. Our faces moved closer, our mouths homed in on each other. I was telling myself we were kissing and fondling each other to excite our men, but in truth, their presence was getting forgotten. Our wet tongues wrestled and danced together. It was so naughty, it was so beautiful. I became lost in the moment. A strange desire to transfer my tongue from Carol’s mouth to her pussy built inside me. Her free hand went onto my breast. I mirrored her action. Our clothes had to go. Without disengaging our mouths we lowered our upper bodies. I ripped open the last two buttons on her dress. Carol yanked my thong down my thighs.

  Our mouths had to part if we wanted to finish what we had started. Carol dropped her panties and kicked them off her feet. My eyes focused in on her shaven pussy as I frantically removed my thong. Carol’s dress fell to the floor. She reached down to the hem of my dress and started pulling upwards. Moments later I was standing butt naked in my heels.

  ‘Lie on the floor,’ I commanded, desperately wanting to bury my face in her pussy.

  Carol didn’t need asking a second time. And she didn’t need to be told to open her legs. I started with gentle tongue caresses on her inner thighs. The musky smell of her pussy filled my nostrils, beckoning me towards it. Next I licked her groin and succumbed to an urge to bite into her flesh. She yelped as I did so.

  ‘Nice,’ she murmured, encouraging me to devour her.

  As I bit into her groins several more times, her yelps turned into soft gasps.

  Deciding her clit could wait, I attacked her sopping wet pussy with my lips, and lost my tongue inside her delicious tasting cunt. Every now and then I ran my nose over her clit and on into her pussy, covering my face with her juices.

  ‘Fingers, give me fingers,’ moaned Carol’s desperate voice.

  I lifted my head away and took a moment to admire her pink, glistening hole. It was then that I became aware of my husband standing naked with one foot either side of her face, his cock in his hand. Carol was staring up at his balls, clearly loving the view.

  With two fingers in Carol’s cunt, I set my tongue to work on her clit. The quiet squelching as I finger-fucked her was music to my ears. I was on my knees with my head between Carol’s legs. A finger started to caress my vulva. I knew whose fingers they must be, Nigel had not moved. Just enjoy it, I told myself. And enjoy it I did. First one finger went into me, and then a second. Another hand delved between my thighs. I moved my knees apart to give it easier access to my clit.

  If the whole situation was not wonderful enough, what happened minutes later was beyond belief.

  ‘Can I fuck your wife?’ asked Rob.

  ‘You’d better ask her,’ said Nigel’s breathless voice.

  There was no need to think about it. I’d already allowed Rob’s fingers inside me. His cock was sure to follow, just as sure as night follows day.

  ‘My cunt is all yours,’ I declared.

  His hands stretched my buttocks apart as he penetrated my vagina. His cock opened me up and pushed deep inside. The thrill of it all made me thrust my fingers in and out of Carol’s cunt even faster. She responded by thrusting her hips, making it difficult for my darting tongue to stay in contact with her bud. I could only imagine what my husband was doing as I was being fucked by another man, and while I fingered and licked the pussy of the naked woman between his feet.

  And then it happened; I felt Carol’s vagina pulsing around my fingers. I heard the groans of absolute pleasure emanating from her mouth. It was too much, I climaxed moments later, bucking as an orgasm shot through me. Robs hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me hard onto him. His cock exploded up my cunt.

  We held our positions as I gently lapped sweet tasting juices from Carol’s pussy.

  Rob finally pulled out. That was the cue for me to look up. Carol had my husband’s spunk all over her smiling face. It was time to grab the tissues.

  In the calm after the storm, we all remained naked and I dispatched Nigel to prepare some coffee.

  ‘Susan, can I ask you something?’

  ‘Yes,’ I said dubiously, knowing Carol only called me Susan when she was uncertain about the reply she would get.

  ‘Would you like to watch Nigel fuck me in the arse?’

  The image shot into my head. Carol bent over the armchair, Nigel pummelling her from behind.

  ‘Do you let him do that to you?’ she continued.

  ‘Yes, sometimes.’ I failed to add I had developed a penchant for A-levels over the years.

  ‘Shall we make it happen?’

  ‘Yes, I think he’d enjoy that.’

  ‘But would you enjoy watching it?’

  ‘Yes I would.’ My eyes were drawn to Rob’s cock. The dirty talk was making it hard again. ‘Can I suck that?’ I asked.

  ‘Of course you can.’

  I lowered my mouth onto his shaft. As I was bent over him, running my lips up and down his beautiful cock, I suddenly felt something cool hitting my arse crack. It soon became obvious that Carol was preparing me for what was to come, even though I had not explicitly agreed to Rob taking my arse. She even went as far as probing me with a lubricated finger. I didn’t protest.

  Upon hearing Nigel return with a tray of four coffees and a jug of milk, I lifted my head out of Rob’s lap and smiled at my husband. ‘You won’t believe the treat we have in store for you.’

  ‘Oh, what’s that?’ His cock twitched a little before he put the tray down on the displaced coffee table.

  ‘Carol was wondering if you would like to do her, doggy style.’

  Their eyes met and Carol teasingly moved her knees apart. He stared at her pussy as she parted her lips for him. His cock visibly hardened.

  ‘Up the arse,’ I added. ‘She’s already lubed up and waiting for you. Rob and I are going to watch you do it.’

  Rob added a bit more filth. ‘And then I’m going to fuck Susie’s arse.’

  ‘This should be good,’ said Nigel enthusiastically, his cock now rock hard. ‘I’ve always admired your backside.’

  ‘Well, now’s your chance to fuck it.’ Carol rotated and dropped to her knees to the floor. Her peachy butt was begging to be taken. Even I had urges to do something obscene with it.

  Nigel came up behind her and positioned the head of his cock against her hole. I could hardly believe what I was watching as he gently eased it into her anus, losing his full length inside it.

  ‘Oooh, you feel good,’ murmured Carol. ‘Do me good and proper. I want to feel your spunk spurting up my arse.’

  Rob grew even harder in my hand as we enjoyed every thrust, and every groan, and the delightful expressions on their faces. The sound of my husband slapping against my best friend’s butt was something I never expected to listen to in a million years. I resisted temptation and avoided rubbing Rob’s cock; I wanted it to stay nice and stiff for my arse.

  When it was our turn, I moved the armchair I was going to bend over into the middle of the floor. As Rob took me, I moaned like a whore, and enjoyed every moment of it. If only I could have had Nigel’s cock in my mouth at the same time, it would have been the magical spit roast many of my fantasies were made of.

  We slept off our exertions upstairs and woke just before midday. After a cup of coffee, we hugged and kissed each other goodbye on the doorstep. Carol had to get over to her mum’s for Sunday lunch. If she hadn’t had to go, I fear we might have all stripped off and started fucking each other again.

  Before Carol and Rob were tucking into their Sunday dinner, I’d been on the internet to book a pair of return tickets to Singapore. I’m very much looking forward to the trip, Carol says she has a few interesting friends out t
here, and some interesting equipment in her spare bedroom. I’m so glad I got back into my old dress. I’d forgotten just how much I love playing the slut now and then.

  Party Favour

  by Fierce Dolan

  ‘Are you sure you still want to do this?’ the Host asked, as he closed the door.

  ‘Definitely,’ Aja affirmed. ‘I’ve been dying to fulfil this position since I first came to Party.’ She felt quite small standing in the huge foyer of the home, but thoroughly exhilarated at having finally arrived. Aja had even lied and ditched work, cancelling the self-defence class she taught so she could devote all her energy to preparing. She wondered what Cody would think if he knew about her passion. They were getting closer lately, but she would cross that bridge when she got to it.

  First thing, she’d deep conditioned her long black hair, leaving it silky soft and shiny. Half the day was spent on figuring out what to wear, though she didn’t have to wear much. Aja had been paranoid that her friends, concerned for her sudden illness, would pop by to check on her, only to catch Aja tearing through piles of stockings and garter belts. In her anticipation of the event, she had taken several opportunities to pleasure herself, careful to toy only with her perpetually engorged clit, leaving her vagina tight and eagerly awaiting the evening’s festivities.

  But finally she had bathed, soaking in scented sudsy water. Meticulously, she removed every hair from her sex, legs and any other place where it might disrupt sensation. Finally deciding on a light peach garter belt and stockings, she thought they would provide the right balance between bare flesh and eye candy. Then throwing an ivory slip dress over them, she headed to the home of the Host.

  Even though she was excited, Aja was amazed she was so calm. She didn’t really know any of the guests well, though conversation and mingling was hardly the point of Party. Every now and then she recognized someone from around town as being from Party. They would exchange a knowing look, then proceed on their way. As a martial arts expert Aja was used to having interesting nuances in her life, so this wasn’t really any different. Party was one, however, that she thoroughly enjoyed.