New Horizons Pt. 02

After years of Saturday night sex with the lights out in one position, my wife and I had finally communicated. We both wanted better sex, and the arrival of our daughter's friend, Imogen had not only started us communicating but also provided us with an adviser and participant to help us improve our sex life.

Last night she had helped us by showing me how to use my fingers and tongue to bring a woman to orgasm and shown my wife how to do an incredible blow job. She had promised to show us 'part two' tonight. We had talked about it and decided to keep learning until we wanted to stop - and as soon as one of us said 'no,' that would be the end.

So far, I had learned that I liked being naked with a woman I barely knew, I loved watching my wife have sex with another woman, and I adored having my wife watch while I had sex with someone else. I also learned that my wife wanted so much more. She loved being looked at, was happy to be submissive and could have explosive orgasms when treated right.

For the first time in over twenty years, my wife and I woke up naked and entwined. No changing in the bathroom or shapeless pyjamas. No switching the light off for our sexual liaisons. We wanted to see each other.

Marie threw the quilt back and hopped out of bed. She stretched, emphasising her lovely figure. She was blonde, with hair tumbling to her shoulders. She may have been forty-three, but her breasts were full and firm, thanks to hours at the gym and her love of swimming. Her stomach was flat, with stretch marks, courtesy of our daughter. Her thighs curved out, framing the inverted triangle of trimmed pubic hair between her shapely, toned legs.

She grinned and pulled the quilt off me, exposing the erection which had developed while admiring her. She grinned.

"I'd love to," she teased, "but let's save it for tonight, when Immy can join in. Don't want to wear out an old man like you."

I laughed. "I'm two years older than you and could easily manage. However. I'll wait. Might as well have plenty to spread round - especially if you both want a mouthful, like last night."

The previous night, the quantity of my ejaculation had amazed me. Marie had swallowed my cum for the first time, with enough to give Imogen a decent mouthful and cover both their faces. I was hoping to repeat the feat tonight.

Marie turned round and shook her gorgeous backside at me.

"Like it?" She asked.

"Mmm. Gorgeous."

"Good. I like being looked at. Get used to seeing more of me than you have in years."

I couldn't wait - but I wondered if she meant it was only me she wanted looking at her. I had realised some time before that I quite enjoyed other men (and women) looking at her, and if she was going to become something of an exhibitionist, I was very much on board.

Our casual flirting over, she decided to get on with more practical things.

"I'm going to have a shower. You get the kettle on and make coffee. I'll be downstairs in a few minutes."

I got up and put on my dressing gown, heading out of the room.

When I got to the kitchen, Imogen was already there, sitting at the breakfast bar in the silk robe I had last seen her in when she came out of the bathroom. On that occasion, she had been wet, the fabric clung to her and became translucent, showing her pert young breasts. It was also short, and she had bent over, flashing her arse and pussy at me.

Today, she was dry and sitting with her legs crossed. Still, I could tell she had nothing underneath as her erect nipples pushed at the fabric. The silky material fell away over her thigh, revealing enough to make me certain that she wore no panties.

"Recovered yet?" She smiled. "Thought you might want to practise your new techniques this morning - glad you're saving it up though."

I busied myself sorting out coffee.

"I'm going shopping," she announced, "and I'm taking Marie with me, unless you've got something else planned."

"Not as far as I know," I replied, "see what she says when she arrives. I can just put my feet up and watch cricket, if you like. Emmy's having her operation this morning, so we can meet up at the hospital and visit her together, if you like."

She smiled and nodded. Our daughter had been rushed to hospital with appendicitis a couple of days ago, hence we were alone with her friend. I was actually quite relieved that we would be with Imogen on that day, as she and Emmy, my daughter, were very close (very, very close if I read some of the hints correctly), and I didn't want too much revealing about our sex life. Our daughter would probably find out in due course - just not yet.

Marie appeared in shorts and a top, which was lower cut than anything I had seen her in before. I suspect she borrowed it from Emmy, as it was also tight across her breasts. I knew if she went into town, she would attract a good deal of attention - especially as Imogen would probably wear her usual baggy jeans and t-shirt or hoodie (despite it being so warm).

We discussed our plans over coffee - Marie loved shopping and was delighted to be going with Imogen - then I excused myself and went to get dressed and shower.

By the time I reappeared, the two women were ready to leave.

As they walked to the car, I pondered Imogen again. Why did she hide her shapely body under such shapeless clothes? She looked amazing. C cup breasts, flat stomach, long elegant legs - and that little hairless pussy in between. She said it was so that she got to choose who she fucked, rather than getting hit on all the time, which was, I guess, as good a reason as any.

I wandered back inside, thinking about last night, and desperately wanting a wank, but deciding, instead, to do a bit of gardening, and put my feet up and watch cricket until I needed to go to the hospital. I could think of few better ways to avoid a permanent erection.

The time passed slowly as I bore witness to England's latest batting collapse, but eventually it was time to go to the hospital.

I met Marie and Imogen at Emmy's bedside, and couldn't help noticing the silence that greeted me, followed by giggling. It was clear they had been talking about me, but I didn't care really. Any man in a female-dominated household experiences that from time to time. I perched gently on the bed as Emmy scolded the other two, telling them it hurt to laugh, and began chatting.

Most of the chat focussed on Emmy, who was tired and still in pain, but feeling better without her offending appendix. We decided not to stay long and were soon kissing Emmy goodbye. I didn't miss the wink she sent Imogen, and the little whisper they exchanged. I had a horrible suspicion that our daughter may have learned a little more about our sex life than I was really comfortable with.

Back home, the three of us focused firstly on food, forming a very capable team to prepare a wonderful meal. Then, we sat in the living room with our feet up.

It was about eight o'clock when Imogen mentioned the 'elephant in the room.'

"Marie and I thought we should get started a little early tonight. We can have some fun, then come and sit down for a while for a chat, then afterwards, if the mood takes you, you two can go play a bit more - or we all could. Let's see how it goes."

She and Marie stood up, and I went to join them, when Marie said: "No. You wait a minute. We need to get ready. We'll call you when we want you."

Unreasonably, I felt a bit put out by this. I guessed they wanted some time to have fun together without me, and I didn't see why I couldn't at least watch. However, I had little choice but to sit down and wait.

I was starting to get irritated, when my phone buzzed. The message was brief - 'Up you come. Bring phone x.' I started to climb the stairs.

I opened the door slowly, and my jaw hit the floor. Both women lay on the bed. Imogen wire a green and black basque, with a green thong and stockings. Marie, meanwhile, wore red and black bra and panties, with matching corset, stockings and suspenders. The impact was stunning, and my dick sprung to attention, as if spring loaded.

They giggled.

"You like?" Marie asked.

I nodded dumbly.

"Take a picture. It lasts longer."

I smiled stupidly.

"No, really, take a picture. As many as you want."

I got my phone out and snapped a couple of photos. I was about to put it down when Imogen chipped in.

"Take some more if you like. We don't mind. Might as well."

I lifted my phone, and they began to move, adopting different poses, emphasising breasts, backsides, pussy, then slowly started to undress each other.

Marie's bra came off, and as I snapped away, she pushed up her breasts, pulling her nipples, before lifting one up and fixing me with her eyes before circling it with her tongue and closing her lips over it.

Imogen joined in, leaning forward to toy with Marie's gorgeous tits, while Marie undid the hooks on her basque. Eventually, while Imogen feasted, the basque was undone, and it fell forward, exposing her tits for Marie to play with.

The mutual undressing continued. Marie's corset was removed, and her stockings unclipped as they explored one another with hands and mouths.

I switched to video, and began recording, eventually propping my phone on the chest of drawers, where it could capture everything that was happening.

Marie stripped off Imogen's panties, fingering her pussy, opening it wide, before lowering her head to minister with her tongue. The smiles and gentle giggles stopped, replaced by sighs and moans.

Rather than lying back, however, Imogen got on all fours, inviting Marie to lick her from behind, her face pressed between her buttocks as she feasted on the wet, open cunt before her.

I wanted to strip and join them but felt that I should wait. This show was for my benefit, as well as theirs, and my time would come, I had no doubt.

Imogen reached her climax, as she had last night, moaning, sighing, crying out with pleasure. Then she turned to Marie, still in knickers (stained dark by her secretions), stockings and suspenders. Imogen kissed down her body, across her stomach, tracing down stretch marks with her tongue, before grabbing the waist band of her knickers.

As she slipped them down, my eyes popped in surprise and pleasure.

Marie's pussy was bald. Totally hairless. Her puffy pussy lips glistened with moisture, and Imogen moved back so I could see. Marie's hand wandered down, stroking her smooth mound before opening her outer lips with her fingers, showing me the crinkled flower of her inner lips and nub of her clitoris.

She began to tease herself, running her fingers round her lips, before focusing on her clit, stroking it and allowing herself to slip inside her wet hole, before lifting her hand to her mouth and licking her juices.

Imogen took over, returning the oral favours that Marie had shown her, before rolling over and grabbing something from the far side of the bed.

As I watched, Imogen held up a dildo. It must have been nine inches long, red and transparent in a jellylike substance. She opened Maries pussy and gently slipped it in. She started to pump it in and out. I watched, never having seen my wife like this - legs wide, pussy totally exposed as the surrogate penis thrust in and out, while she writhed and moaned her way to orgasm.

After Marie had cum, Imogen slipped out the dildo, putting it in her mouth and sucking it clean.

Now they turned and looked at me, inviting me to join them.

I stood by the bed and stripped off my t-shirt while they slid off my trousers and boxers, finally releasing the erection which had been desperate to escape its confines.

Imogen took me in hand, stroking my shaft and cupping my balls. She put her head above my glans and dribbled saliva onto it.

Unlike Marie's usual manual ministrations, Imogen's hand twisted as she worked the head of my cock, rolling around the bulbous, almost purple end. Occasionally, she would add more saliva, keeping her movements smooth. She was demonstrating to Marie and would occasionally describe her movements.

"Rolling around it's good, look... running up and down the shaft is fine, but need to focus on the head... of course, if you want to finish him off, you need to rub fast. Get him to show you how he does it."

Her aim was not to make me cum, however.

"Shall we fuck? Try a few different positions?"

Marie and I nodded.

"Let's try doggy first. My favourite."

She knelt on the bed with her bum in the air. Her pussy was obvious - so was her anus, as her cheeks spread wide. I knelt behind her and placed my cock in what I thought was the correct position. I pushed forward but couldn't seem to enter her correctly.

"Let me help," she offered, kindly, reaching back, grabbing my shaft and pointing me in the right direction. I slid in easily.

"Mmm... yes..." she breathed as I began sliding in and out.

"If I put my head down, I can reach back and stroke my clit," she advised Marie, and demonstrated.

"Pull my hair," she told me. Reluctantly, I did as I was told. It felt wrong to hurt her, but her increased moans and sighs made it clear that she enjoyed it.

"It's not for everyone," she groaned, "but I like it. Now spank me."

I did as she told me. "Harder." I raised my hand slapped again. "No, harder. Much harder. Make my arse tingle." I hit her hard, knowing that it must hurt and expecting her to complain. Instead, she just sighed and moaned. "Oh, yes, keep going."

Her cheeks turned red as I spanked her, but she loved it, until she suddenly stopped me. "Maybe next time, we can try anal too - if you want to.

"Let's go to missionary and I'll show you a couple of things."

She lay back, legs wide, and I slipped inside her again, glancing at Marie, who sat beside us, hands between her legs as she watched and masturbated.

I mounted Immy and slid inside her, noticing that she was quite tight, compared to Marie, and I was at a different angle. I thrust away for a few seconds, before feeling her legs wrap around me, drawing me in tight, pulling me in as far as possible.

"Kneel up," she whispered, "put my legs over your shoulders."

I did as she asked and was able to look down at myself entering her and her glorious breasts. I shifted my hands to grab them, loving her moan as I toyed with her nipples, tweaking and pulling them firmly, as she showed me the previous night.

Her hand slipped down, reaching for her clitoris, teasing herself as I fucked her, bringing her ever closer to orgasm.

I thought she was about to cum, but instead of continuing, she looked up at me and whispered:

"My turn on top."

We rolled over, somehow keeping my cock buried inside her, and I lay back as she rode me, bucking her hips, stroking her clit with one hand and fiddling with a nipple with the other. Again, the fact I could admire her body and look in her eyes as we had sex was special.

She lifted her leg and turned around, presenting me with an equally spectacular view of her bum, first tight and gently bouncing, then, as she bent forward, her cheeks spread and I got to see her little back passage, small and tight, puckered.

She turned once more to face me.

"Would you like to try anal?" She breathed.

At first, I was unsure. I turned to Marie, but she was busy stroking herself, eyes fixed on my cock, buried to the roots in Immy's cunt.

We had agreed to experiment, though, so I decided 'why not?' and nodded.

Marie reached to the side of the bed again and picked up a tube.

"I need some lube," she explained, and proceeded to squeeze some on her finger and spread it on her arse hole.

"This is a good starter position," she explained, "I can choose how deep you go and control the pace and angle."

She grabbed my cock, coated in her slick juices and led it into her anus. She was so tight there, and as I entered, I thought I might come before she even started moving.

I controlled myself, as she took in most of my length, and started to move slowly and gently.

For me, it was incredible, and, to my surprise, it seemed equally pleasurable to her as she sighed and moaned, fingering herself.

She stopped and climbed off me. "Now try with Marie. There's plenty of scope to expand on these, once you've got started, but I'll let you two try it out."

I expected to begin with our usual missionary position but before I could move, Marie swung her leg over me, facing away and guided me into her. She started to flex her thighs, moving up and down as I accustomed myself to her looser pussy, and the fact that she was now shaved. She bent forward, and for the first time ever, I saw her back passage.

She continued her movements as I gazed at her backside. I had expected to be repulsed, but instead, I was fascinated. Having so recently penetrated Imogen, I knew the pleasures of anal sex - but would my wife be willing to try it?

She moved off me and turned around, mounting me again, this time facing me. Again, she guided me in and began teasing her breasts. I gazed, totally absorbed in her body and her wild eyes, so full of lust, starting to glaze over as she fixated on me.

I had known all along that Imogen was beside me, but had not realised she was moving until a shadow fell across my face. I looked up, and there, mere inches from my eyes, was her cunt. I could not focus fully, just seeing the dark orifice open above me, light glistening off her wetness as she lowered herself to my mouth.

She bent forward towards where I knew my wife was fucking me. I extended my tongue, pushing between her pouting lips, searching for that little button that she had introduced me to the previous night. She wriggled her thighs a little, making things easier for me.

I wondered what she and Marie were doing above me but could neither see nor hear. I imagined they were kissing, maybe touching each other's breasts. The images encouraged me to lap Immy's juices more frantically, wanting her to orgasm on my tongue and flood me with her juices. I had no idea if I was bringing her close, but pushing her crotch onto my face, my nose almost buried between her buttocks, made me think I was doing the right things.

Then, disappointingly, Immy moved, leaving me covered in her juices, with her scent like some musky, erotic perfume over-powering my senses. I looked at Marie, who smiled and looked down. Her face was flushed, something I had never seen when making love to her before, but I followed her eyes down to her chest.

There was definitely something odd, and it took a second to realise what.

Across her chest ran a thin chain. I found it oddly erotic, then tracked along it to one end, then the other. It ran from nipple to nipple, each nipple encircled by a clip, held in place tightly - very tightly - by small screws. Nipple clamps, my slow brain realised.

They were squeezing hard, almost painfully, I thought, yet Marie seemed so happy and stimulated by them. I never realised that my wife might enjoy these things - yet here we were. Her tits looked stunning, and she seemed to be in heaven.

She stopped her movements and looked at me, sweating from her exertions. Again, I had never realised that women could exert themselves having sex. Previously, I was the one who did all the work.

She put her head on one side, leaned down to me, brushing her nipple chain on my chest, and whispered, "Doggy style."

She knelt on all fours as we moved into position, pushing her bum to me, once again showing me both her shaven holes.

I placed my dick on her vagina and pushed, adjusting the angle until I entered. I started thrusting, first slowly, then speeding up.

"Spank me, hard," she shouted.

I had little choice, and did as she requested, seeing first a red, glowing handprint, then another, then forming a wide red circle, as my repeated blows merged. On about the tenth blow, she climaxed, loudly.

Along with her cries, she pushed back against me, forcing me as deep as possible. I felt rhythmic pulses as her inner muscles squeezed my erection, then relaxed. Liquid flowed over my pubic hair and balls, running across both our thighs.

I wanted to cum.

As Marie pulled away from me, Imogen moved in. I was unsure if she was more keen to suck my cock or taste Marie's juices. Probably both I decided. Had she wanted just Marie, she could have gone down on her.

As Imogen sucked me, Marie rolled over and moved next to her, not participating this time, but watching. I suspected my wife was drained now from her exertions - or maybe she was enjoying watching me with another woman. Either way, she sat back and watched.

It did not take long - hardly surprising, as I had just had sex with two gorgeous women, and the one sucking me was very skilled.

I felt my cock swell, and knew that Imogen did too, from her peculiar giggle (not easy with a mouth full of cock), and the way she cast her eyes up to me. I felt my stomach tighten and my legs go weak. I gave an involuntary groan as my first spurt went directly into Imogen's mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

She swallowed quickly, pulling back and taking the second spurt on her lips and nose. Then she opened her mouth again for the third release, swallowing as the fourth landed on her forehead and across one eye.

She took me in her mouth again as last few throbs released smaller, less powerful streams of cum. Then she released me, turning to right, where Marie had my phone in her hand, recording the event. She opened her mouth to show my semen, pooled on her tongue, then swallowed, opening her mouth once more to show that it was empty.

I lay on the bed. Marie snuggled up beside me, and Imogen stretched out beside her. Imogen reached in and unfastened one nipple clamp, indicating that I should unscrew the other.

"Thanks," sighed Marie, "those felt incredible. I love them. But glad to be released."

I looked at her distended, mis-shapen nipples.

"Did you like the pain?" I wondered.

She nodded instantly. "Oh yes. Not too much, but the clamps and the spanking add a new dimension. Pain and pleasure mixed. Really works for me."

Imogen propped herself up. "I like it too. A lot of my friends do. Some go a lot further, but that sort of thing's enough for me. Emmy's the same... oh! Sorry."

She realised that secrets of our daughter's sex life were not wholly appropriate and fell silent, before speaking up again.

"So, what's next? I think you've got plenty to get started with on your own. You can expand on the stuff we've done. Marie bought a couple of fun outfits so she can show off for you - and some other toys. Have a look later, perhaps.

"If you want to keep trying new stuff, we could explore this exhibitionism a bit. You both like people looking at you, maybe try pushing some boundaries? What d'you think?"

Marie looked at me. I looked back. She cocked her head to one side, considering it.

"Are you OK with people looking at me?" She asked.

"Fuck, yes." My reply was instant and emphatic. Looking at her now, naked, stunning, I felt overwhelming pride. How could I not want to share something that made me so happy? Just thinking about it turned me on, and I felt my gut lurch, remembering the effect of men looking at her in a bikini.

Imogen grinned. "Thought so. Leave it with me. I'll think about it. Would you rather I left now?"

Without pausing, or even glancing at one another, we both said: "No!"

Marie laughed. "Stay with us tonight. Sleep with us. That'd be lovely."

Imogen smiled. "OK. Thanks."

She rolled over and switched off the light, allowing us all to slide close together, entwining our bodies as we slipped into sleep.

I awoke the following morning to the sort of scene that a couple of days ago, I could only have dreamed of. My wife and a beautiful student wrapped around each other, the latter inserting a dildo into the willing vagina of the former. Marie's head was back as she sighed and gasped, while Imogen sucked at her nipple.

For a few minutes, I just watched, getting hard and hoping my turn would come soon.

As Imogen's head moved around to get a better angle, she opened her eyes and saw me staring.

"Come on, help me out." She didn't look as if she needed help, but I was hardly to miss the chance to get involved.

I leaned in and took Marie's other nipple in my mouth, then ran my hand down her body to her clitoris, finding it easily, and began to rub. Marie arched her back, her sighs turning to full blooded moans as she approached orgasm.

It was quick. She had been well on the way without me, but the added stimulus just pushed her over the edge. Her pulsing pussy almost pushed the dildo right out, but Imogen held firm, re-inserting it during a moment of relaxation and holding tight as it tightened again. Juices poured onto Marie's thighs and down into her bum-crack.

She flexed and twitched for a while, then lay still, breathing rapidly with occasional tremors as she came down.

"My turn." Imogen declared, kneeling up and facing away from us.

I wasn't sure what to do, but Marie took control.

"You use the dildo; I'll get in there and lick her."

Marie worked her way under Imogen, so they were in a 69 position, and began licking hungrily at her clit. Imogen returned the favour, cleaning up the juices from Marie's orgasm. I paused for a moment, then instinct took over. I knelt up and slid the dildo into Imogen's cunt, loving the way I could see it slide in and out while my wife looked up from her position.

Imogen lapped greedily, but her attentions were clearly distracted, as she sighed and moaned audibly.

I decided to up the ante. I slapped her arse firmly, then repeatedly, watching her cheeks get rosy red, as her breathing made it clear that was enjoying the sensation.

While I enjoyed spanking her, I was desperate to drive her to her climax. I looked down at the dark puckered hole which was still available. She had enjoyed having it filled the night before, so I placed my finger on it and wriggled it about.

She pushed back, moaning her pleasure and lifting her head from Marie's newly bald pussy. It was clear what she wanted. I pushed my finger inside her, ensuring that both holes were occupied, then began to thrust dildo and finger together.

Marie renewed her licking at Marie's clit, and together, we watched as Imogen enjoyed her own climax.

Previously, she had seemed happy to allow us to orgasm, while she took her pleasure in private. This time, she was cumming for us.

I felt her pussy and her anus clench, then saw the flow of liquid. It wasn't just running from her as Marie's did, there were forceful jets, spraying Marie's face, shocking her at first, then letting her open her mouth.

At first, I thought it was urine. I had heard about water sports but never been into the idea. Then I realised I was wrong. She was squirting. I had seen it on porn videos, but never really thought it was likely to happen with me. I had even read up about it, and learned that the liquid produced was not urine, but another fluid entirely. Whatever it was, Marie liked it.

Imogen's orgasm subsided. We returned to lying together, relaxing, the two of them satisfied, while my erection twitched, calling for attention.

"Sorry. I should have warned you about the squirting," Marie giggled, "it doesn't always happen, but it's fun when it does."

Marie leaned across and kissed her. "It's wonderful. I love the taste. I wish I did it."

I agreed wholeheartedly. I would love to see Marie squirt.

"I'll try to show you," Immy promised, "you can learn it - like deep-throating - it's just a case of flexing the right muscles. You'll need to practise."

I lay back, waiting for my turn, but they kept chatting. I loved the subject matter - deep-throating was the main topic - but wanted to empty my balls.

They discussed deep throat training - desensitising the gag reflex - using a toothbrush, before discussing a pressure point in the left hand and using a dildo for practice.

The discussion made me incredibly horny - more so than I already was - and I was begging someone to suggest practising on the flesh and blood dildo next to them.

Instead, they moved on to talk about anal sex - how to be clean, what sort of lube to use and how much, best positions and so on. I was so desperate to offer myself as a teaching aid that I almost interrupted their flow. I decided to wait, however, as their early morning conversation turned to the subject of strap-ons, and how much fun they could be with both female and male partners.

At this point, I definitely wanted to remain silent. Anal with a woman seemed fine to me, but the idea of someone pushing something into my most secret enclave made me clench my buttocks protectively.

The thought, however, had been planted, and I listened as they discussed how men could be turned on by having the prostate stimulated, and this could produce intense orgasms. I started to consider how I might feel if Marie suggested it. I can't pretend I was keen, but if I expected her to do it, what right did I have to object if she wanted the same?

Suddenly, Marie shot upright. "Shit! We need to go. We're meeting your friends in town so we can take them to see Emmy."

A couple of students from the University who knew our daughter and Imogen had learned that Emmy was in hospital, and as they didn't live too far away, had decided to visit her and spend some time in town, shopping and seeing a few interesting sights.

The two women jumped out of bed, and I was treated to the sight of their naked bodies as they chatted, and Marie dressed.

Once they had arrangements sorted, Imogen dashed to her own room to dress, leaving me with a huge erection, desperately needing to explode. My fully dressed wife paused as she was about to leave and looked me up and down.

Marie turned round and walked to the bed, leaving me feeling rather exposed. She reached down and ran her fingernails along my shaft and onto the engorged head. It was intensely erotic - me naked, her clothed and dominant - and my stomach fluttered.

"Sorry," she mouthed, with total insincerity, "no time this morning. But don't you dare finish off on your own. Save it for later."

I nodded obediently.

"Promise?" She asked.

I nodded again.

She turned and left, and I started a day of doing pointless, yet time-consuming tasks to distract me from my desperate desire for orgasm. Again.

It was mid-afternoon before I heard from Marie again. There was no point in me visiting Emmy. She had had her University friends there all afternoon and was tired. Marie explained that she was staying with Imogen and the others and going to wander round the shops (again) before enjoying an early evening drink.

I was a little frustrated, partly because I was still horny as hell - every flower I tended in the garden had reminded of pouting pussy lips, and when I looked at my phone, the video of our previous evening's romp begged to be watched. Everything seemed to carry an undertone of sex.

I had wanted our evening's 'instruction' to start early - partly so that we could get to sleep earlier, but mainly because I was wondering if I might manage two sessions, rather than my usual single orgasm. However, all was not lost. They would probably be back early.

The next call came at eight o'clock. Could I collect them? Emmy and Imogen's friends had missed their bus (it was one of those countryside services that finish early) and Marie had invited them to stop at our house. I almost howled. We could still enjoy our time together, but it would not be early, knowing what students were like.

I collected them from a bar in the centre of town, and it soon became obvious that they had enjoyed a couple of drinks. Not that they were too drunk - just giggly and secretive in the way women sometimes get. I ignored them. I wasn't sure it was the kind of conversation I really wanted to get involved in.

Once back home, they piled into our living room, filling the sofa and my favourite chair. I looked for somewhere to sit, and was about to drop on the floor, when Marie spoke up.

"While you're up, darling, could you get us some drinks?"

My irritation may have shown, but I complied anyway, before announcing that I was going to do some work in my study. It's not much fun being sober when others have been drinking - they're really not as amusing as they seem to think they are.

"No, no," cried Imogen, "I've been telling these two all about you and it'd be nice for them to get to know you a bit."

I started to waffle on about some important work, but Marie was having none of it.

"Don't be silly. You can't possibly have anything that important. Be sociable. Get yourself a drink and join us." She raised an eyebrow in a way which made it clear that she was not asking - it was an order.

I glanced at Imogen's friends, who stared at me with eager eyes. They seemed pleasant enough, to be honest.

Candy was an elegant girl, whose family, I guessed, heralded from somewhere in the Caribbean. Probably Trinidad, as her skin did not seem dark enough for Jamaica, being more a coffee colour. She was very curvy - generous breasts and hips and an extra roll around her waist - and vivacious. Her loud, infectious laugh and sparkling eyes added an appeal which was undeniable.

Jenny was petite and blonde. She was one of those women who, although twenty years old, looked as if she was still waiting for her final growth spurt. She was quiet and seemed timid, meeting my eyes under long lashes. She seemed oddly out of place alongside Imogen and Candy, who were both confident and loud. She tended to observe and listen, only participating when called upon. Still, she smiled pleasantly.

I succumbed. I wandered to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, trying, but failing, to overhear the conversations in the other room.

I wandered back in and took a seat on the floor.

For a while, I was just a passenger, sipping my beer while the women chattered, allowing it all to drift past me - largely wondering if Marie and I were ever going to get upstairs for some fun. I assumed Imogen would not be joining us.

"Well, what do you think?" It was Marie. Clearly, someone had asked something, and I hadn't been concentrating. My confusion must have shown, as Marie released a long, exasperated sigh.

"Have you listened to anything?"

I admitted that I had not.

"We were wondering what it's like in a lap-dancing club. We passed one in town, and it's trying to look very refined and classy, but we reckon that, inside, it's just like an old-fashioned strip-club. Seedy men leching over the women and just wondering what they have to pay to fuck them. Is that about right?"

I just looked. How was I supposed to know? Why did Marie think I'd ever been to a lap-dancing club?

"Have you ever been to one?"

I admitted that I had not.

"Have you ever seen a stripper?"

I had only ever seen one. It was a stag night for one of the football team. Personally, I had really not enjoyed the night. I don't drink as much as they did, and it was all very over the top. I had spent most of the evening sitting in a corner and had escaped as soon as I decided that everyone was too drunk to notice. Not before the stripper, however.

"What was it like?"

I thought carefully. "Well... we were in a room at the pub. I suppose she was pretty enough. I guess she was a mum working to bring up her kids. She wasn't a great dancer, but that didn't matter. She was dressed as a nurse, took her clothes off and teased the groom a bit, then left. I don't think she enjoyed it - all those lads shouting and asking her to do stuff, but she kept a smile on her face."

"How d'you mean, 'teased'?" Imogen asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Well," I wondered how to tell the group without embarrassing Jenny in particular, "she got him to undo some of her clothes and take them off, and she handcuffed him to a chair. Then she took off his trousers and undid his shirt - and er... teased him."

Imogen was not about to let it go. "So, gave him a lap dance, rubbing all round him. Did she give him a hand job? Or a blow job? Did she fuck him?"

I decided that if Jenny was OK with this, I may as well tell the full story.

"Well, she sat on his lap and rubbed round him a bit, then she used her hands and, yes, she used her mouth. That was it though. I think the idea was to leave him embarrassed. Once he was... y'know... she picked up her clothes and left, so he was just sat there. Some lads took photos."

They all nodded wisely.

"By 'y'know,' I assume you mean he had a hard on?" Imogen checked.

I nodded, remembering the poor guy being the centre of attention as all his mates laughed at his rigid cock, standing proud on display to all of us. I felt sorry for him and was really not interested after a quick glance to ensure he was smaller than me.

"I'd love to see a male stripper," declared Candy. "Not with a group of screaming women, just with a few friends, where we could really enjoy it. I'd want him to enjoy it too."

The other women nodded wisely.

Marie shuffled over to me, encouraging me to put my arm round her.

"Well, this one won't be stripping," she stated, "he's bloody hopeless at dancing."

They all laughed. I was relieved. No way was I performing for this group.

As they laughed, I pulled Marie in tighter. I must have caught her by surprise, though, as her glass of red wine tipped all over me - my shirt and trousers were soaked.

She jumped up, shocked. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry, darling. We need to get those in the wash straight away. Let's go in the kitchen and get them in the wash, and I'll get you some clean clothes from upstairs."

I stood up, dripping slightly, and made my way to the kitchen. Marie followed me.

"Right," she said, taking control, "take off your t-shirt and trousers."

I did as she instructed.

"Oh. It's soaked through to your boxers. Let me have those too - and may as well do your socks while we're at it."

I stripped naked, as she took my clothes, popped them in the machine and started the wash cycle.

I felt very vulnerable, covering myself with my hands. Marie just laughed.

"Don't be silly. It's only me. I'll go and find you something to slip into."

She left the kitchen, leaving me feeling very lonely, rather embarrassed and a little turned on. I had been able to hear the chatter in the other room, reminding me that there were three young women sitting in there while I was naked behind an unlocked door. Then it went quiet.

There was a little tap, and the door opened.

"Only me," smiled Marie, "I've got the perfect outfit for you."

"Quick - hand it over," I begged.

She just smiled. "Actually, I'm enjoying the view. Let me look. You would, if it were me."

She had a point. Were she naked, I would definitely want to look. I spread my arms and exposed myself to her.

"There," I announced, "in all my glory." Well - not quite all my glory, but her standing looking at me was certainly starting to excite me, and the stiffening of my cock must have been very obvious.

"Mmm..." she grinned, "someone likes being looked at anyway. I wonder how he'd feel if the others were looking too."

She smirked again, and panic overwhelmed me. My stomach churned; my mouth went dry. But my penis betrayed me, as it continued to harden.

I grabbed an apron - one I had bought Marie as a joke - and put it on. It covered just below my balls but did little to hide my excitement - and left my backside totally uncovered.

Marie laughed. "Come on. Come and show them how lucky I am."

She grabbed my arm and pulled. I resisted.

"Either you come with me, or I tell them to come in here. Which is it to be?"

Either way, I was fucked. At least in there the lights were lower and my apron might cast enough shadows to hide my almost full erection.

I allowed myself to be led in by Marie, who told me to sit down.

The other women laughed and applauded.

"Woohoo. We have a man to play with it," squawked Candy.

"Go, Kev," smiled Imogen, "shame about the apron."

Jenny just stared and ran her tongue over her lips.

Marie sat and waited for me to sit on the floor. I considered this carefully. If I sat, there was no question that I would reveal all. If I turned my back, my bum would be on show, and as soon as I began to squat, the front would lift, leaving my balls hanging. I just stood.

"Well, if you're going to stand, go and get us some drinks."

I decided this would, at least, postpone my total exposure. I reversed to the kitchen and leaned on the surface. I waited there, wondering what the hell this was all about.

There was a yell through the door. "Hurry up. If you're not here with drinks, we'll all come and get you, and I'm not going to be responsible for what might happen."

I quickly poured the drinks and returned to the lion's den. I was using a tray, as I thought it would hide me better, but, in fact, as they were seated, it probably gave them a better view. I took the tray to the coffee table and went to put it down.

"For heaven's sake," chirped up my wife, "hand them out to our guests."

What followed was predictable. I went to Marie first and offered the tray. She reached below the apron and grabbed my manhood. I was already semi-hard, and her touch brought me fully erect. I couldn't see, but my apron must have stood out like a tent, and I suspected that the front was sufficiently lifted for my balls to be totally exposed.

As I moved past, I felt her hand grab the bow tied behind me, fastening the lower part of the apron. The tension fell away. Nothing else was exposed, but it was clear that the aim was for me to be naked.

My stomach was churning, my mouth dry. I felt almost sick at the idea that I might soon be naked in front of these women. Until two nights ago, the only woman I had been naked with for over twenty years was my wife - and for many of those years, the lights had been off.

It was my straining penis, however, which gave me away and made me realise that what I was feeling was not revulsion - it was lust, sexual excitement, whatever. I actually wanted to be naked with these women. I wanted them to tease me and play with me. If that made me an exhibitionist, or a pervert - so be it.

I moved to Imogen next. Like Marie, she reached under the tray and curled her hand around my erection. Unlike Marie, she did not reach under the apron - she pushed it back out of the way, leaving me fully exposed. Candy giggled.

As I moved on, Imogen pulled the bow at my neck loose, allowing the apron to fall in a puddle on the tray in front of me. Candy whooped and applauded at the sight of my naked torso. I am not a hairy man - indeed, I probably had fewer than half a dozen hairs on my chest, and those under my arms and between my legs are quite sparse. That means that when I'm naked, I am totally exposed. I don't think it makes a lot of difference, but when I changed or showered after sport, I always felt somehow more naked than my hirsute teammates. Right now, every part of me felt on view.

I moved across to Candy, my bare arse clearly displayed to Marie and Imogen as I bent over to offer the drink.

Candy wasted no time. Her hand snaked under the tray, grabbing my shaft and stroking as she looked me in the eye.

"Mmm... very nice," she smirked, "I can't wait to see what we get up to with him."

I stood, letting her enjoy herself until she released me to move on to Jenny.

I was unsure what to expect from her. She had seemed rather shy and demure, not having grown into the sexual confidence of the others. I felt somehow safer with her, knowing that she would not push too far.

As I placed her drink, however, I wondered if my confidence might have been misplaced. Her hand dived beneath the tray, but rather than circling me with her small, delicate fingers, she ran her nails along the underside of my rigid pole, making me shiver, before repeating this on my balls. All the time, she looked me in the eye almost sympathetically.

As she finished, I jumped back. Her touch had been sensual but had also tickled.

I stood before them, tray angled down to cover myself and apron just a pile on the tray. I was waiting for my instructions.

"For goodness' sake put the tray down," Marie commanded.

I did, and as my hand went to grab the apron, she followed up: "And the apron. You know you want to, so just let us see."

I dropped the apron and stood before them, totally naked, my cock swinging like the boom of a yacht as it stood proudly, pointing from one woman to the next.

I think my brain had shut down by this point. All I could do was imagine myself not in this situation, and think that I was some disembodied entity, looking down at myself. And through it all, I knew just one thing. I was as horny as hell.

"Well," Maria drooled, we managed it, girls. Now what are we going to do with him? I think we should start by having a closer look."

She turned to me. "Darling. Come over here and let me have a good look first. I've seen it before, but... I want to set an example."

I walked over to her and stood about three feet away. She beckoned me closer. I shuffled forward until she indicated for me to stop. The purple, swollen head of my penis bobbed about six inches from her face.

She reached out and grabbed my balls, squeezing until I gasped as the pain threatened to cancel out the pleasure. She smiled and moved her other hand to my shaft, circling it and stroking gently.

The others watched, commenting occasionally, encouraging my wife as she leaned forward and took me in her mouth.

She moved forward and back, each time taking me in further, until she had engulfed about two thirds of my length. Candy whooped loudly - she did everything loudly. Marie moved up and down, slowly, intent on ensuring that I did not cum too soon, grasping tightly around cock and balls.

My breathing had shortened, becoming rapid and shallow, and I felt my muscles tighten - just as she withdrew.

"Who's next?" Marie asked. Candy moved forward enthusiastically, but it was Imogen who reached out and grabbed my erection.

She drew me sharply towards her, pulling firmly so that I had to shuffle quickly to avoid pain.

I knew all about her idea of oral sex, and how mind-blowing it could be, so when she applied her tongue to my shaft, and licked my entire length, pressing into my cum-hole and tasting the first drops of pre-cum, I was preparing for what came next.

She applied her lips to the tight, smooth skin of my cock-head and took me in her mouth. I tried to cast my mind elsewhere. I knew she would be very aware of not making me ejaculate, and would ensure that I didn't, but I wanted to enjoy her for as long as possible.

She worked down my shaft, consuming half, then withdrew, her saliva dripping. She approached again, taking in the same amount as Marie, before her final approach, taking in my full length, her nose touching my pubis, chin resting on my balls.

I quivered as sensations of ecstasy ran through me. She withdrew slowly, then once again took me deep into her throat.

One hand was grasping my buttock, but the other slipped between my legs, one finger working between by my butt cheeks. She found my anus and pushed, opening the small, tight sphincter and sliding in as far as she could reach.

I gasped as exquisite, heavenly raptures overtook my body. The initial disgust and rejection of her penetration was overcome by the sheer pleasure of her touch. This, I guessed, meant she had found my prostate.

Again, I was so close to orgasm that I felt it was inevitable - but instead of letting me flood her with my love cream, she pulled back, leaving my cock twitching as she continued massaging my prostate a little longer.

She smiled smugly. "Next?" she whispered.

It was Candy. Of course it was Candy. She was keen, confident, assertive, while Jenny sat almost passively. I glanced at her and made eye contact. While she had remained demure, I could see a gleam in her eye, a passion ready to break free, and I wondered what my turn with her might involve.

"Now, be careful, Candy, we don't want the evening over before we've really got started," instructed Imogen. "Just give him a second to calm down before you get started."

Candy, however, was not given to wasting time. While I was 'calming down,' she stripped off her t-shirt, unhooked her bra and let her magnificent breasts fall free.

I could not help but admire them. Their coffee colour and deep, brown nipples - exceptionally large areolae surrounding them - were hypnotic as they jiggled and bounced with her movements. She shook them at me, all the time whooping and celebrating her leading role in the next phase of the action.

She reached out, as Imogen had done, grabbed my slippery hard on and pulled me to her. She dragged me right up to her, pressed her breasts against hips and pulled me right between them. Then she took one orb in each hand and squeezed them up around my shaft, rubbing me up and down between them.

She, too, reached behind me and made a beeline for my anus, finger slipping in, massaging my prostate and driving me to new heights of pleasure. I hated to admit it, but this was very much a 'thing' for me.

She popped the head of my cock above her breasts and bent forward to lick it, teasing the hole and occasionally letting her thick, sensual lips slide around it.

She dropped her breasts to allow her to take more of me into her mouth.

I don't know if she was competing with Imogen, but she, too, took my entire length into her throat, though she only needed two attempts to manage it.

Again, she brought me to the edge, and again, she timed her withdrawal to perfection. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes tightly shut. I knew that when I was finally allowed to cum, it would rival Vesuvius. I also knew it would not be just yet.

Candy sat back, comfortable being topless, and clearly enjoying my intriguing glances at her full, pillow-like breasts.

Her areolae were, frankly, incredible. More than two inches across, at a guess, deep brown against her coffee-coloured skin, and inviting suckling. Her nipples, too, were large, proudly erect, comfortably a centimetre long. In some ways, it might have been unfortunate for her, as she would always have to wear quite demure clothing and swimming costumes to avoid having them on show. Unless she wanted them on show.

Now it was Jenny's turn. I wondered what she had in store for me, suspecting that she would not join in Candy and Imogen's 'deep-throat contest.'

She was wearing a skirt which ended roughly mid-thigh, and as I turned to her, she spread her legs, pushing it up, almost to the point where I could see her underwear.

As I watched, she reached down, pushed the skirt higher, exposing black panties. She put a hand between her legs, shifting the fabric to one side and placing a finger between her pussy lips.

In the dim light, I could see very little - the glistening wetness of one pouting, swollen lip, and the finger beside it, manipulating her clitoris. I was entranced as she openly fingered herself.

With the other hand, she beckoned me to her, then grabbed me round my neck, drawing me down to kiss her directly on the lips.

Her kiss was sensual, soft, loving - as if we had known each other for years and were preparing for tender love making. Our tongues entwined, running across one another's teeth, exploring each other's mouths.

Then she pulled back slightly, breathless, the centre of our lips still touching. A finger pushed between our mouths, and I instantly recognised the taste. We were sharing her pussy juices, and they tasted heavenly.

I felt her tongue come out, licking the taste of her pussy. Then she returned her hand to her secret folds, before bringing it back up, allowing me to lick off her warm, subtle emanations.

She pushed me back, and her delicate fingers went to my balls, again scratching her nails over them, before moving to my shaft and wanking me, slowly and gently.

She bent forward and took me in her mouth. This time, there was no attempt at deep-throat - she just worked her tongue and mouth around my cock head, while stroking my shaft. Her movements were slow, gentle. While the others seemed to view me as a sex toy to control, she alone was approaching me as a lover - a lover who, I was certain, would fuck me with a passion and wanton abandon above anything I had any right to expect.

Finally, she withdrew, and I was directed back to the centre of the room. My cock was coated in saliva, twitching constantly, while my mouth contained the faint after-taste of Jenny's pussy. Once again, I dissociated.

"Well, first," declared Marie, "more drinks, please. And I need to pee."

I knew the drinks order, so picked up the tray and glasses and returned to the kitchen as Marie left through the other door to the bathroom. Candy also declared that she needed to pee.

I paused deliberately, wanting my wife to be there when I returned - wanting to be certain that she missed nothing. For some reason, that seemed only fair.

Eventually, I heard her return and appeared again in my role as waiter. I handed out drinks, submitting to a similar mauling to the previous occasion - just with a sharp slap on my bare buttocks from each lady - except Jenny. She grabbed a handful of my bum cheek and squeezed.

I returned to my place in the centre of the room where they could all see me.

"I've got an idea," Imogen said, conspiratorially, "how about a photoshoot? We've got our model, we can make him pose as we want..."

There was a general consensus, but she was not finished.

"... and, we could participate ourselves."

The consensus changed to enthusiasm, and the four women began to huddle and chat. I just stood and waited, stomach churning, cock rigid, and wondering if I really wanted four women to have a load of photos of me on their phone. I knew that I could say no, but I also knew that I wouldn't.

Eventually, the huddle broke up.

"Right," Imogen began, as if starting a business meeting, "we've decided that we're going to take turns to nominate one another to pose with you, and we're also going to make videos, because we don't want any blurring."

They decided to go in alphabetical order - Candy first, then Imogen, followed by Jenny and then Marie.

I looked directly at Candy, still sitting topless, as she considered where to start.

"I think," she started, "one of us should have some fun. Jenny. Get down on the floor, let him lick your pussy."

Jenny had seemed very reserved, but I was gradually realising that although she was, by nature, quiet, she was as open, sexually, as all the rest. Rather like my wife. To others, I suspect she seemed rather prudish, and she had even conned me into believing it until a few days ago. I now knew that she had the same desires, needs and wantonness as many other women - we had simply never communicated.

Jenny stood and walked toward me. She lifted her skirt and removed the underwear that I had seen before, and settled back, spreading her legs wide.

I gazed at her pussy. Her outer lips pouted, deep pink, swollen, coated in her juices and inviting me to taste her. She, like Imogen, and my wife, was totally hairless. I had thought this was something that only happened in porn videos, for the benefit of men, but I was gradually learning that many women liked to shave. My wife explained that she had often considered it, simply for hygiene and ease of keeping clean during her period, but had never done it before, as she was worried about my response.

I dropped to my knees and took a last look at Jenny's folds, before I would be too close to see properly. Suddenly, her hand snaked down, and her fingers parted her outer lips. I could see her clit, begging me to lick it, and her inner lips, asking my fingers to slip between them into the neat, tight hole within.

My mouth was dry, but I knew I could quench my thirst on Jenny's juices, so I bent forward and started to lick. I tried to remember my lessons, and begun by teasing her lips, flickering around each side, inhaling deeply on her musk. She tasted different to Imogen or Marie. Somehow, it was a lighter taste, almost sweeter, and I lapped it up.

I worked down her lips, from the bottom, wriggling my tongue across her sweet hole and tantalising her inner lips, further down to her perineum and back up. Following her labia up to the top, then down the centre, I found her clit - a solid button, standing proud which I focused on with relish.

My hands came up, one grabbing her small, firm bum, the other between her thighs, one finger sliding easily into her pussy. I started to work, thrusting hard into her, finger bent up to her most sensitive surface - probably barely an inch from my tongue, which worked vigorously outside.

It is worth adding that while I did this, I had no idea what was going on. With my face full of cunt, Jenny had clamped her slim thighs over my ears. In truth, breathing was tricky, but inhaling her delightful aroma was a heady pleasure in itself.

I licked, flicked my tongue and thrust my fingers for all I was worth, feeling her thighs thrust against me, until suddenly, my neck was forced back as she crushed my skull and forced her thighs upwards. Her juices had run freely before, but now they gushed, my mouth filling with her ambrosia, forcing me to swallow.

Then she bucked. Her thighs pushing me up and down, bouncing me like a ball on a choppy sea. It seemed an eternity until she slowed down and stopped, her thighs flopping wide, releasing me.

I don't know what I looked like. My face was flushed red, coated in pussy juice and sweat. My hair was plastered to the sides of my head. I looked at Jenny's swollen, puffy pussy, coated in her emanations, and the dark stain on the carpet beneath. Marie would have to clean up tomorrow.

I looked at Jenny. She looked as flushed as I felt. She was trembling, and I felt incredibly proud of making her orgasm.

"Thank you," she quivered, thighs still tensing and relaxing, "that was amazing."

I sat back, my poor, needy cock still fully erect, as Jenny rolled over and crawled back to her seat.

"Hang on!" exclaimed Marie. "Don't move." She dashed out of the room and returned with an armful of towels. She handed one to Jenny, who placed it on her chair before sitting on it. Clearly, Marie had spotted the wet patch on the floor and was determined to protect our furniture.

It was Imogen's choice next. She looked at her friends and smiled.

"Candy. You're desperate to get some. Let's start with carrying on where you left off. We need pics of your boobs, and with him between them... yummy. Then let him fuck you from behind."

Candy smiled as she stripped naked, while Imogen continued chatting as if they were discussing the weather.

"Candy's tits and arse are very popular. Might as well get a good look at them."

There was a little debate over the best position for tit-fucking, but they eventually decided that I should lie flat on my back, where she straddled my chest and bent over me, allowing her breasts to fall down.

We assumed the position, and I felt her press her large boobs around my cock. I wished I could see, but the view of her backside and fleshy pussy made up for it.

As she bounced up and down, rubbing her soft flesh over me, pausing from time to time to drip saliva on my purple head for lubrication, I watched her backside. It was generous - not flabby and wide, but bubble shaped and soft, bouncing and wobbling as she moved. Her pussy lips kept opening, showing the pink interior - a flash of colour against her dark labia.

The other three moved around us, giggling as they took photographs, moving in for close ups, and back to encompass the whole scene.

While it was a huge turn on, I knew that I was not about to shoot my load while Candy performed. I needed more friction, a tighter grip. This was foreplay, rather than a full sex act, and that suited me. I knew they did not want me to cum, and I was happy to enjoy being the centre of attention. Also, I really did not want the evening to end just yet.

"Right!" Imogen declared. "Move round. But while you're getting sorted, can we just do something?"

All eyes turned to her.

"Look," she began, "my knickers are soaked. My nipples are rock hard and my bra's chafing. I don't want clothed people in the background of my photos. Can we all just strip off? It'll be much nicer - and maybe Kev won't feel quite so uncomfortable."

I didn't feel uncomfortable. I hadn't since I got past the point of embarrassment - when I admitted to myself that I was actually enjoying this and let go of the social repression which generally governs most people's behaviour. I wasn't about to say this though.

Marie and Imogen stripped. Jenny only had her t-shirt and bra on and quickly dropped these. I focused on her (as I had already seen Marie and Imogen naked).

Jenny was very petite, her slim figure almost androgynous. I was already aware of her slim hips, small, round buttocks and flat waist, so I focused on her breasts. They were small - very small - maybe a 32A. They barely protruded from her chest, but sat in tiny lumps, crowned with large nipples which stood proudly. Her areolae were probably no larger than mine - a couple of centimetres, perhaps, but this just served to make her nipples look larger. I imagined that she rarely needed a bra, but when she wore one, it was more to hide her nipples on a cold day (or if she got unexpectedly turned on) than for support.

In fact, the breasts on show offered quite an impressive range, and would satisfy the preference of the vast majority of boob-lovers. Personally, I just like tits - size, shape and texture are pretty irrelevant.

Candy knelt in front of me, presenting the arse and pussy with which I had become very familiar. I knelt behind her, took my cock in one hand and parted her swollen, brown vulva with the other. I located her entrance, taking the chance to slide in two fingers, before slipping gently and smoothly inside.

It took a couple of seconds and a few thrusts to get used to the different angle of her pussy. Once I got the angle, I began to thrust, varying my speed for self-control. Again, the other three took photos, encouraging Candy to stroke her clit with one hand as I fucked her.

It was Jenny who suggested setting a timer on one of the phones to get a group picture. Having done that, Imogen set her phone to take video. That was when the still photography became less.

Marie went to a bag beside the sofa and produced several sex toys. As I fucked Candy, Marie knelt next to her, bending forward so that Jenny could thrust a dildo in and out of her.

Imogen took more photos, then disappeared.

It was not until Candy had enjoyed a very loud, very wet orgasm that I heard from Immy again. She was behind me.

"Right. Jenny's already told me the next one. Kev. Keep facing forward. Marie hands and knees in front."

My wife knelt in front of me, and I stared longingly at the parts, which, until recently, I had never had chance to examine - especially in their newly shaven state.

I only had chance to look briefly, as our 'audience' encouraged me to move forward and bury my face between her buttocks until my tongue could lick the entire length of her slit. I was about to start licking, when Jenny cried:

"Stop. It's not fair. He should at least know what's going to happen. It's my choice and I want him to know."

I backed off a little and waited. I saw Imogen's legs in front of me. They were very recognisable. I looked up, enjoying her shapely thighs, but wanting to look at her cunt.

As my eyes reached their target, my stomach churned, and I felt a vague dread. There was no cunt. Instead, pointing from her waist was a black penis. Not a black skin tone but pitch black. Not a huge penis either - maybe six inches long, and fairly thin. It was held in place with straps round her waist, which passed between her legs, hiding her vulva with a flat piece of latex.

Seeing it, however, was not the problem. The problem was what they were going to do with it - which was fairly obvious. Why else would she be wearing a strap-on?

I had never had anal sex. It had never really occurred to me that I could. I had seen women penetrated anally on porn sites, but not men. The content was there, of course, but it had never really been my thing.

I could have refused. Could have said it was going too far, but I knew that I would not. It wasn't something I welcomed, but neither could I pretend I wasn't curious. In front of all these open-minded and voraciously experimental women, I did not want to seem prudish. Plus, I had experienced the prostate and how sensitive it is.

I gulped and tried to prepare myself, feeling rather the same as when I was waiting for dental treatment. However, this time, my only anaesthetic was burying my face in my wife's pussy.

I leaned in, inhaling her familiar aroma - more musky and bitter than Jenny, but a mature, rich scent, matching her taste. I licked hungrily, feeling Marie wriggle back on to my tongue, and contribute a willing finger to her clitoris, helping my efforts.

I could hear Marie moaning, as the two who were not involved moved around, taking photos. Then the first intrusion took place.

A finger slid between my buttocks, reaching my anus. I felt it wriggle, touching my little, dark hole, then withdraw, before coming back to smear something wet and slimy. It pushed further, the lubricant allowing it inside my body, a tiny bit at first, then a little more and ultimately the whole finger.

It wriggled, and suddenly, there were fireworks. My body went rigid, my mind flipped, and every nerve ending was ablaze. So that was my prostate. This was unbelievable.

Then the finger withdrew. I almost moaned out loud in disappointment. Then I felt more pressure. Something hard, smooth, rounded. It pushed and slowly began to enter me, brushing over my prostate, making me cry out. I thought I heard the echo of my voice from Marie's pussy but must have been wrong.

The artificial cock entered me, feeling huge, twice the size of the one I had seen on Imogen. It was painful at first, but as I relaxed, and thanks to the lubricant, the pain subsided. Slowly, it pulled back, then entered again. Like a steam train pulling out of a station, the thrusts grew faster as Imogen fucked me. It was all I could do to concentrate on licking the soaked gustatory delight in front of me.

As Imogen thrusted, I licked harder and faster, feeling my pleasure increase, knowing I would have to cum as my P-spot was stimulated. Meanwhile, I heard Marie gasping as she headed towards her own orgasm.

I licked harder, desperate to make certain that Marie climaxed, and with what little vision I had, I could see Jenny crouched next to her, reaching beneath to tease my wife's nipples.

Marie came at about the same time I did. I felt my body tense, my mind float into the realms of pleasure, and I gasped into the spread pussy in front of me. It was incredible - and more incredible still, I did not ejaculate, meaning I could still keep going.

Once Marie was spent, Imogen withdrew, and we declared it time for a break.

"So?" Marie asked. "What was your first time with a strap-on like? Did you like it? Is it going to be part of our regular fun?"

I considered my answer carefully.

"Well... it was... OK. Better than I thought. If you wanted to try it, I suppose it'd be OK. I'll leave it up to you. It's just that you wouldn't get much out of it."

She smiled, satisfied with my answer. Imogen stood and moved round to stand in front of me. She was still wearing the strap-on, which waved bizarrely in front of my face. I wondered if she expected me to suck it. Thankfully not.

"Thing is," she explained, "This one's quite clever. She undid the straps and lowered it, showing me a small, vibrating device just below the artificial penis. "This one is fun. That nice little device was on my clit the whole time - and, oh my god, it feels good. Plus, as a woman, I like penetrating someone else. Nice role reversal, psychologically. Being sub's OK, but it's cool to be dom sometimes - and tonight... well... it's what it's all about."

Marie was nodding in agreement, and that was where I realised that I might not have just unlocked her passionate side - I had released a monster.

Imogen went on. "Not to mention that Jenny loves it - into all things anal, aren't you?"

She turned to Jenny, who nodded and smiled. I was stunned. This slight, almost androgynous woman, who looked so young simply did not look 'the type.' I was having so many preconceptions challenged, and I recognised how good it was. I found prejudice a despicable thing, yet here were my own prejudgments being laid out before me.

Marie had the final choice for the 'photoshoot.' She smirked.

"I want you to lie back while Immy goes on top. Jenny - I think you should use a dildo on Immy's bum - double penetration. Candy and I can take some pics at first, then some video, before we... well... have a little fun of our own."

I did as instructed, while Imogen mounted me and guided me into her soaked, slimy pussy. She began to slide up and down, while I watched Jenny apply lube to a dildo before disappearing.

Imogen stopped, bending forward until her breasts pushed onto my chest - high enough that I was able to grab one and drag her nipple to my mouth.

Then, I felt an odd sensation. One side of her pussy was pushing against my cock. She was soaking wet, and I had entered her easily - very easily, in fact, but now, she was compressing me. I realised it was the dildo being pushed inside her, so both holes were full.

Imogen began to move up and down on me once again, and as she did, I felt the dildo going in and out of her arse.

I looked to the side and saw that Marie and Candy had stopped taking photos. They were kissing, hands teasing each other's breasts, before Marie worked her way down, pausing briefly to inhale a nipple, then disappearing between Candy's thighs, as Candy began to moan and sigh, her face turning to me and smiling.

Imogen's orgasm came quickly. She moaned and sighed loudly, and her cunt squeezed and pulsed as her juices flowed across my thighs. She flopped onto me, muscular contractions squeezing my cock, making me desperate to fill her with my semen - but I held back. I knew all about money shots and guessed that would be the final act.

Jenny kept thrusting the dildo, and as she did, my mind turned to considering how a vibrator might feel under these circumstances. The appeal was massive - fucking a wet pussy while feeling those vibrations was something I knew I had to try.

Eventually, Imogen's pulsations ceased, Jenny withdrew the dildo, and Candy reached her own orgasm on my wife's willing tongue. Imogen dismounted, leaving me wet and sweating with an erection that I thought might explode unless drained.

In fact, my cock felt huge, and as I looked down, I fancied that it was, indeed, larger than normal. It wasn't, of course, but I felt enormously proud of it.

The four women knelt around me, looking down.

"I think he's earned it," stated Imogen, "do we agree?"

They all nodded. A phone was set up to video my big moment, and they knelt in front of me in a semi-circle as I stood, cock in hand.

It didn't last long. I stroked myself rapidly as my audience looked up, mouths and faces ready to receive my cum.

I turned slowly as I jerked, making them wonder who would get the first load.

As it was, Jenny was first, a string of creamy ejaculate coating her from hair to chin, broken only by the section which had fallen into her gaping mouth. Candy was next, another impressive cable, followed by Imogen and Marie.

As my spurts reduced, I slipped my cock into each mouth, giving them all a taste of my seed, before finally stepping back.

As I pulled away, they turned to one another. Marie licked Jenny's face while Candy licked Imogen, then they swapped until they were clean of my cum, turning to me and smiling.

Candy smiled. "I think he's earned a rest. Shall we let him have a break till he's ready for more?"

There was a general assent to this, much to my relief, as my dripping cock twitched down, finally relieved of its pent-up burden.

I went and sat on a towel on the sofa, but the women, rather than settling for a break themselves, remained where they were. Imogen reached across and cupped Candy's ample breast. She, in turn, leaned in to Imogen, forcing her hand to cover her large, dark nipple.

Maria, not to be outdone, put an arm around Jenny, pulling her towards and allowing her arm to stretch around the slim girl, reaching her groin, but agonisingly short of her slit.

"Hang on," declared Imogen, "we're forgetting something."

She stood, superbly naked, her heavy breasts swinging hypnotically, her tight bum bouncing and her thighs glistening from her juices. She sashayed across to the bag that Maria had brought downstairs, picked it up and emptied the contents next to the four women.

Sex toys cascaded on to the floor - some I recognised, others I was less familiar with. There were dildos, vibrators - two of each - one large, maybe ten inches long, the other more average, maybe seven inches. There were 'bullet' vibrators, clit suckers, nipple clamps and chains, butt plugs, anal toys - it looked like a sex toy party. I guessed these were the proceeds of the 'shopping trip' earlier.

They gathered round - it seemed as if they had paired off - Jenny and Maria deciding their preferences, while Candy and Imogen selected their own objects of pleasure.

Jenny had pounced on nipple clamps and a butt plug, and I got the impression that despite being so demure, she knew exactly what she liked. As I watched, she asked Maria to put on nipple clamps, joined by a slim chain, linking her petite breasts and squeezing her nipples painfully.

She then directed Maria to lubricate the butt plug and insert it, which my wife did skilfully and easily.

Jenny stayed with her bum in the air, the pretty, diamond-like butt plug catching the light, making her pussy flash beneath it.

Maria took the hint and leaned in, licking at the soaking slit, making Jenny gasp and moan.

Imogen had also chosen nipple clamps - not joined by a chain, just squeezing her - along with a wand. Candy lay back, legs wide, as Imogen pressed the wand to her clit, alternating between wand and tongue as she worked to bring Candy to orgasm.

I watched entranced as the four of them used their skills and knowledge of the female body to induce orgasm after orgasm. They swapped roles, Jenny removing the nipple clamps and putting them on Marie's very large boobs, which, as they swung from side to side, caused the chain to tighten and add to the effect of the clamping.

She did not have a butt plug, which surprised me. Jenny selected a 'rabbit' vibrator - a large one - comfortably ten inches long, and as she inserted it, slipped her other hand underneath, sliding a finger into her anus.

Candy chose a large dildo for Imogen, and as she used it, licked Imogen's clit and selected a slim anal wand to ensure that all lower holes were filled.

There were more orgasms, then a swap as Maria joined Candy, Imogen, and Jenny came together. More toys, more fucking, sucking, licking. It was an education for me. They knew the workings of each other's bodies and as I watched, I noted the techniques they deployed.

They formed threesomes and a foursome - Jenny lying on her back while Candy squatted over her face. Maria licked Jenny's pussy, while Imogen thrust a dildo in and out of my wife's snatch.

Eventually, they were spent, sweating as they lay back separately, each caressing herself gently as they slowly became aware of me again. Imogen had a 'bullet' vibrator and casually rubbed it across her clit.

They looked at me.

Their show had had the desired effect. I sat stroking my cock, which was rock hard and ready for action once more.

Maria grinned at me. "Maybe he should get to fuck all of us?" She suggested.

I think my mouth may have fallen open, as they all giggled. It seemed they were communicating telepathically, as they all turned and knelt, presenting their buttocks to me so I could fuck them doggy style.

"And spanking," chirped up Imogen, "if everyone wants it."

They all murmured assent - Jenny especially keen.

I started with Imogen, sliding in so easily. She was lubricated so much that I slid in almost without realising. As I fucked, I spanked her, at first gently, then harder as she encouraged me, her buttock reddening, until she breathed: "Next."

I looked down the row. Each woman was stroking her clit as I moved on. Maria was next. I had never spanked my wife, not sure if it was her thing, but I indulged with lustful pleasure, amazed at her gasps and moans of 'oh yes' with each beefy slap.

I repeated the fuck and spank routine on all of them - Jenny insisting each time that I spanked her harder, clearly loving the pain.

I completed the line-up, as Imogen cried: "Anal this time."

I worked along the row again. They were so much tighter, though well lubricated from their previous anal exploits. I had to be careful. The extra tightness was close to making me cum again, and as I worked along the row, I took it steadily.

When I had fucked all four again, I was breathless. I needed a break, and the ladies recognised my difficulty.

I sat on the sofa and lay back while they descended on me. I put my head back as hands stroked my cock and cupped my balls. Nipples were fed into my mouth - one from each side. I think it was Maria and Candy, and I alternated from one to the other.

I could feel my cock being sucked. I knew it was deep in someone's throat, as my hands were guided to a pussy on each side. I located the clit on each and rubbed. My technique may not have been perfect - I was distracted, after all.

I knew I was about to cum and lifted my head to see Jenny engulfing my cock, rendering it totally invisible, then pulling back to expose several inches of shaft and engulfing it again.

I relaxed. I felt my buttocks tense, my stomach tighten and my head flip as I released my cum into her throat, sighing and moaning.

Jenny held me in her mouth as I came - I was amazed I still had cum to give - and pulled away.

This androgynous girl knelt up, and opened her mouth, showing a remarkable amount of creamy fluid on her tongue. Imogen leaned in and kissed her, mouth open, then turned and opened her mouth, demonstrating that Jenny had passed my semen to her.

Candy kissed Imogen, receiving my seed which was passed to her, and turned to Marie. After their kiss, Marie looked me straight in the eye and opened her mouth. Even though it had already passed through three others, there was still enough of the gelatinous fluid for it to be clearly visible on her tongue. She winked at me and bent forward.

She kissed me, and as she was above me, gravity took the cum into my mouth. She finished the kiss, leaned to my ear and whispered: "Swallow it."

I had never swallowed my own love-juice before, but I did. It wasn't the most pleasant thing I had ever swallowed, but there was nothing repellent about it - it just went down. My audience applauded quietly.

I think everyone was shattered. We sat for a while, sipping drinks and just chatting - all naked, sitting on towels to absorb our ejaculate, sex toys all over the floor. We talked about my daughter - how she was after her operation - and we discussed their University courses - all Psychology, all with special interest in sexual behaviour of some sort. No surprise.

It was not too long until people drifted off to bed - separate beds.

Maria and I were last up, after gathering towels and putting them to wash and putting all the sex toys in the bag, ready for cleaning.

As we lay together, she snuggled into my chest.

"You were a good sport," she declared, as if I had a choice, "thank you. Next time, it's my turn to do something for you. Any ideas?"