Deep Waters Ch. 02

Note: All characters are over 18, as indicated in this or the previous chapter

Deep Waters - Chapter 2

There were six of us at dinner that evening, seated round a fine old oak table in a wood panelled dining room. The food was served by three of George Webster's remarkable supply of hot 20-something girls in maid's uniforms, leaving me wondering how many he had. Madelaine was one of them, together with a sweetly lively black girl called Martha, who had a south London accent, and a cute redhead named Cerys, who was Welsh. Jenny, it seemed, had been given the evening off following her exertions with Izzy and me that afternoon.

Despite the uniforms, there was little sign of a master/servant relationship going on. It was all rather informal, with a lot of cheeky banter, Martha in particular indulging in a lot of flirting and giggling. Webster mentioned that his chef, Pierre, who was French and, I have to say, very good at his job, would have cooked exactly the same for the staff as we were getting, and as soon as we were busy tucking into the main course, the maids, chattering happily among themselves, scuttled off to eat it.

Our little party consisted of George Webster, who sat at the head of the table, Sarah Lim, Webster's personal assistant, who was seated opposite him at the far end, my wife and I next to each other on one side of the table and another, somewhat older, married couple sat opposite us. Webster had introduced them as Ian and Annabel Thornton. I guessed their ages at early forties and late thirties respectively.

"Ian and Anna are my investment managers" George explained. "I inherited a good deal of wealth and made some more of my own when I was younger, but now I leave keeping me rich to these two - and an excellent job they are making of it."

"Nice to meet you," I said, trying to think of small talk that would fit with a world I knew little about. "Interesting that you are married and in the same line of work. I suppose you met there?"

"No," said Anna with a smile. "Actually, Ian and I work for different, rival, firms. George is wise enough to spread his investments. We met here at Deepwell, in fact."

"Yes," cut in George, "I choose carefully who I trust to work with me and I like to invite them to come and stay at Deepwell. That way I can check them out at close quarters and I have never been wrong in my judgement yet."

Ian nodded, "Anna and I love our visits to this place. They are always so very exciting and fulfilling. When we met here we soon found we were - let's say compatible in our tastes. And that's proved an excellent basis for our relationship."

Given what I had seen of this place so far, I had a strong suspicion what type of 'tastes' Ian might be talking about. I was conscious that Ian and Annabel were eyeing Izzy and me with a hungry sort of look, as if we were tasty morsels they might devour. I found it a little unsettling, although Izzy seemed untroubled. That said, they were an attractive pair. Ian was handsome, tall and smartly dressed, while Anna, who naturally interested me more, was slim and classically elegant. She had an accent redolent of private schooling and long, straight, dark hair which cascaded down the back of her expensive, figure-hugging evening dress.

Something about them bugged me over dinner and it was only later when I spoke to George that I realised what it was. We had moved to a sort of sitting room for after-dinner drinks. Izzy and Anna were perched on a sofa, chatting away as if they had known each other for years, while Ian was flirting with Sarah, seemingly with his wife's approval, since she took no notice. George had drawn me to one side for a quiet word.

"Izzy," he said, looking at my wife, "will ask you soon, tonight I would guess, if you are happy for her to sleep with other men while you are staying here. What do you think about that?"

I was rather stunned by his directness. "I ... I'm not sure that's any of your business. Besides, she's not like that." I managed to sound a lot more convinced by the last part than I actually felt.

George nodded reassuringly. "Of course you're right but you are my guests and I want you to be happy. If she does ask, I suggest you agree. So long as you are both honest with each other about everything that happens, I think you will find that it will only enhance your relationship and your love for each other."

I stared at our host. How did he have the gall to say such personal things? After all he barely knew us; we had only met for the first time that day. And yet somehow his words seemed so reasonable. I wondered if perhaps he was right and found myself saying, rather apologetically, "But ... but, I don't know if I could stand watching Izzy with another man. I mean ... what if she liked him better than me?"

"That's a little hypocritical of you, Ed," George said with a smile. "You weren't worrying about things like that when you were fucking Jennifer in front of your wife this afternoon, were you? I know you loved it, so why do you want to deny her the same pleasure? And you needn't worry about losing Izzy. I promise you that she loves you very much. I've known a lot of women over the years and I can tell. But she also has her erotic needs and desires - just as you do. You should both indulge them while you're here. This is a safe place, made for such things. Ian and Anna have a completely open relationship. Give it some thought and I hope you make the right decision. I'm sure you will."

And with that George Webster left me and drifted over to Ian and Sarah. I just stood there watching him go, clutching my drink, my mind in a whirl of confusion concerning Izzy, but at least my suspicions about Ian and Annabel had been confirmed.

*****

That night as we lay in bed, Izzy broached the subject of opening up our marriage while we were here, just as George had predicted she would. I was not even slightly surprised, let alone shocked; I had already concluded that if Webster said something would happen, he was probably going to be right. I had also decided on my answer.

Izzy made her case - she loved me and only me, but that wasn't a reason we couldn't sleep with other people so long as we both knew about it and agreed, and didn't I think the threesome this afternoon had been amazing, and if it was another man wouldn't that be OK too? I got the impression she expected me to say no. A day earlier and I certainly would have.

"So what brought this on?" I asked, but gently, holding Izzy in my arms, showing that I wasn't upset with her. "I saw you talking to Annabel. Was it her idea? Do you want to swap partners with them?"

Actually, Anna was distinctly hot in an elegant, femme-fatale kind of way. I had a suspicion that she would teach me one or two new things in bed given the chance. The idea had definite appeal to me, and I suspect Izzy knew exactly what was on my mind, but it seemed she had other thoughts.

"Anna was telling me about how much she and Ian love just relaxing and enjoying themselves when they're here and she did make it sound appealing, but that wasn't when I first had the idea. I think it was the moment Andrew walked in to carry our bags upstairs; you have to admit he's a hunk. And then there were those two gardeners of course."

"What two gardeners?" I asked, mystified.

"Ah, I should have guessed you hadn't noticed them; you were too busy staring at Madelaine's butt when we arrived. Still, you're right, Anna and I did talk about swapping - or more accurately the four of us getting together. Still, I'd better warn you that Ian is just as interested in you as he is me; he's bisexual in case you hadn't noticed the looks he was giving you at dinner."

Izzy grinned as she felt me squirm. "Oh, don't worry, George told me that this place just makes you more of whatever you already are - kind of relaxes and frees you up. Like Ian I'm bi and so we are even more attracted to everyone. You and Anna are straight and that isn't going to change - unless you fancy trying a little experimentation that is ...?" she ended with a laugh.

"Uh ... no, I don't think so - but it's a yes to everything else," I said.

"What, you mean ...?"

"Yes to Anna and Ian and yes to you bedding however many of the men and women of this place you feel is right - but obviously the same applies to me. And we always tell each other what happened and share as much as possible. Oh and, just so you know, I love you." I gave Izzy a hug as I said this.

"Wow, thanks darling, I love you too. But I never thought you'd agree." Izzy looked as excited as she was surprised.

"George had a little chat with me. He told me you would ask for this and that I should agree and it would all work out well. He was very convincing somehow ... Actually, have you noticed that? You just kind of listen and accept everything that man says as truth. I'm even starting to think maybe he is 120 years old or whatever. I just can't imagine anything he says being untrue."

Izzy moved closer and hugged me tighter. "Yes, I know what you mean, but I also think he's right about this. We had better get some sleep, because I've got a feeling this is going to be an amazing week."

*****

The following morning we breakfasted in the same room we had dined in the evening before, but this time Izzy and I were alone. The bubbly Martha was serving and some mildly flirtatious banter ensued between the three of us, but I had no time for anything more. I had an appointment at 10 a. m. sharp in George Webster's office to begin taking notes for his biography.

In the event, Webster was more interested in trying to prove his age to me. As he explained I could hardly write the story of his life if I thought most of it impossible. He produced a birth certificate in the name of George Nathaniel Webster from 24 February 1900 and copies of the census returns from 1901 and 1911, showing the same child resident at Deepwell Hall.

He even had military records from the First World War showing an 18 year-old newly commissioned Second Lieutenant George Webster, fresh out of Officer Cadet training at the prestigious Winchester private school, being sent straight to the trenches in France, almost immediately wounded and ordered back to England to recover, before reappearing just in time to take part in the final victorious allied counter-offensive at the end of the war. Backing that up was George Webster's box of war medals.

"You're telling me you fought in World War One!" I said incredulously.

A look of pain crossed Webster's face. "Yes," he said quietly. "It is a terrible memory, but one we must include."

"Look, I'm sorry Mr Webster, but none of this proves anything beyond the fact you had a namesake - an ancestor I presume - alive at the time. You can't have been born 124 years ago and look the age you do now. It just isn't possible."

"Have a look at these," he said handing me a little stack of photographs. I leafed through them and I had to admit they did look a lot like the man in the room with me. The first few, of a school boy in stiff Edwardian clothing, then a very young looking army officer circa 1918 and a young man in his prime around his mid-twenties seemed to age naturally enough. But then there was a series, roughly one every ten years or so, where the subject hardly seemed to age, or at least did so very slowly. The eras were obvious enough from the changing fashion, but the man in the photo seemed only three or four years older for each passing decade.

Aside from this mystery I noticed two other things. The first was that from the 1920's onward all the pictures seemed to have been taken at Deepwell - the building was instantly recognisable inside and out. This was true even for the one presumably taken during the Second World War, again showing the man in officer's uniform.

The other thing - or rather person - to draw my attention was a woman from the photograph taken in the 1930s. Several of the pictures had other people in them, usually female and attractive in accordance with the style of the time, but none of those particularly caught my eye. But the odd thing with the lady from the thirties was that I felt like I recognised her.

The black and white photo had been taken on the terrace overlooking the gardens at the rear of the house. It looked like it had been a warm summer's day. George - if it really was him - was in shirtsleeves and his guests in light summer clothing. The atmosphere looked relaxed and informal - or what passed for informal in 1936. An attractive woman of about 25 was sat at a table, a drink before her and gazing up fondly at the standing George. I was sure I had seen her somewhere before, although I couldn't imagine how or remember where.

"Who's this lady?" I asked George pointing to the photo.

He gave a fond smile of remembrance and then he sighed. "Ah, that's Vera. I genuinely loved her, if only for a while. There have been so many down the years, but she was as close to me as any. Always I have to let them go - my lovers, my friends, everyone. They age and I don't and it's a barrier that can't be overcome. I hope I've never been cruel about it though. I always make sure they are financially well-off and have as good a life as possible. And I keep tabs on them and help if they need it."

I was about to ask more about Vera, but George changed the subject before I could speak. "So do you believe me now? I'm the man in those photographs. I'm 124 years old and I have a story to tell - a story that can be all yours. It's the truth," he looked me in the eyes, "what do you say?"

"I ... I believe you." And I did. Somehow I knew that if George said it, then it must be so. More than that, it felt right somehow.

"Good, thank you Ed. That means more to me than you yet guess. I think that's enough for today. Go and find Izzy and have some fun. We can start work properly tomorrow." George opened the door from his office to the one Sarah Lim occupied and told her to help me find my wife. Then he shut his office door and left me alone with his PA. I was feeling as confused as I always seemed to whenever I talked to our mysterious host.

Sarah in contrast, was pleasantly down to earth. She smiled at me and said, "No need to search for Izzy, I know where she is. I saw her walking in the gardens with Martha only a few moments ago," and as she said this, the oriental beauty, as smartly efficient as she was gorgeous, walked to her window and pointed outside.

I joined her there and, sure enough, I saw Izzy and Martha, the latter still in her maid uniform, admiring the rose garden behind the house before wandering beyond it toward a hedge. It seemed George Webster had a relaxed attitude toward his staff's duties, as Martha and Izzy were chattering happily as they walked.

Then through a gap in the hedge came two men. Even at this distance I could see they were well built and strong-looking and I had a strong suspicion they were handsome too, although all I could really tell was that one looked older than the other. I suddenly recalled what Izzy has said about two gardeners, and also the permissions I had so freely granted, and was instantly certain where this was heading.

"Ah," said Sarah meaningfully, "Steve and Pavel." She sighed, "Pavel was such a sweet boy when he arrived; just 19. But Steve is a very naughty man and has rather led him astray I'm afraid. Still, I can't complain. They both have a lot of energy, shall we say. Izzy will enjoy herself, I think."

Then, seeing I looked rather stricken, despite what I had said the night before, Sarah suddenly turned to me and took my hand. "I know," she said, "let's go and join them. If you're busy fucking me, then you can't really complain about what your wife's doing. Besides it'll be such fun. I mean four people is just two couples, but six is a proper orgy."

"Um ... err ... Mr Webster ..." I said, nodding toward the closed door.

"George won't mind; in fact he would be the first to tell us to go join in. Come on or we'll miss all the fun. I've been looking forward to having you - and Izzy - ever since you walked through my door yesterday."

This reminded me just how hot Sarah Lim was. I knew I wanted her and suddenly the idea of fucking her while I watched my wife being taken by one of those 'energetic' men seemed very appealing. And then there was Martha. The West Indian Londoner was sexy enough for any man. Maybe something would happen there too. I smiled, "Yes, come on, let's go. Lead on - you know the way better than I do."

It took only a couple of minutes to go down the stairs and pass through the older part of the ground floor. This was different to the rest. The walls were stone rather than wood panelled brick, and we passed massive oak doors studied with metal, although to be honest I wasn't paying too much attention at that time. My mind was on what my wife might be doing.

Sarah led me across the terrace and through the rose garden, which we traversed in much shorter time than Izzy and Martha had done, and directly toward the hedge. We passed through the gap to find a less formal, more natural vegetable and herb garden.

"They'll have gone to the summer house," Sarah said confidently, "this way, to the right."

Sarah's guess proved correct. The summer house was a wooden pavilion, large enough to accommodate perhaps eight or ten people relaxing inside and out, or in this case a small orgy of a half dozen. It had two large windows and a door in the front and a small veranda, with a few easy chairs. Inside were a couple more chairs and two couches.

Sarah held a finger to her lips to signal for me to be quiet and then the pair of us carefully approached the nearer of the windows. Peering inside, we saw Steve, Pavel, Martha and Izzy. All four were naked, with their clothing strewn about on the floor, and for the moment they were too busy to notice us.

The two guys were sat on one of the couches and the girls were kneeling on the floor before them between their parted legs and heads down in their groins. If I had any doubt about what was happening, the slurping, sucking noises dispelled it - two cocks were getting blow-jobbed. Steve looked to be around 40 and powerfully built. I thought he had a slightly cruel expression. He also had his cock buried in my wife's mouth and she seemed pretty enthusiastic about it, judging by the way her head was moving up and down.

Pavel - Sarah had told me he had Polish parents, although he had lived in the UK since he was seven - was younger, about 20 or so I guessed, and slimmer, but handsome, with an unruly mop of black hair. I admired Martha's beautiful ebony form, as she sucked the young man's cock. She had a magnificent rounded backside and breasts. I knew I had to have her before the week was out - indeed, why not now?

I was being aroused by watching this real life porno unfolding before my eyes - and one in which my wife was starring - and I guess Sarah was too because I suddenly realised she was fumbling with my belt buckle and zip. I helped her and in moments she had my stiffening cock out and was stroking it with her right hand, while with her left she had pulled her short tight skirt up round her waist and then plunged her fingers inside her panties to find her clit.

As Sarah masturbated both of us, we carried on watching. Steve said something I couldn't hear and the two girls stopped their cock-sucking and stood up, the men remaining seated. Izzy climbed onto the couch and then lowered herself onto Steve's waiting erection, gripping it to steer it to her pussy. Steve had a big cock, a little longer than mine but not as thick perhaps (and it my opinion the latter matters more) but Izzy took it without difficulty, sinking down until his dick was buried to the balls inside her.

While this was happening, Martha was doing the same thing with Pavel. Once both girls were in place they began to move, the two cowgirls fucking the throbbing cocks on which they were impaled.

"I need your cock inside me. Fuck me now," Sarah whispered to me. She pulled her knickers down and off, and then spread her legs and bent forward, her skirt round her waist and her shapely backside and wet pussy presented to me. I got the idea; if I fucked her from behind like this, both of us could continue our voyeuristic watching of the action inside the summer house. My cock at this point was an iron hard erection and I was as horny as hell. George had been right; watching my wife getting shafted was a huge turn-on. The added presence of Martha and Sarah just made it hornier, and as far as I was concerned the latter was about to get the fucking of a lifetime.

I slid into Sarah from behind, finding her pussy hot, wet and ready and began the steadily push in and out, while I kept my eyes on the action in the summer house. Izzy and Martha were now bounding up and down on the two cocks, the guys gripping their hips to keep them in place, while thrusting up as best they could.

I think the fact that the girls had their backs to the windows but were also blocking the view of the two men was the reason we had got away with our spying so far. But now Sarah gave the game away in the most obvious manner possible. She came, and gave a series of unmistakable cries of pleasure as her orgasm powered through her.

The effect inside the summer house was almost comical. Startled, the two couples, who had been building toward climaxes of their own, now scrambled off each other in some disarray. Sarah and I were spotted instantly. Steve looked inclined to get angry about our spying, but Izzy, backed up by Martha, acted as peacemaker. The two girls emerged and dragged Sarah and I, not unwillingly, inside.

"So Mr Kemble," said my wife sternly. "I never thought of you as a peeping Tom. And busy fucking Sarah as well. You should both be punished. What do you think Martha?"

"I think your husband has a nice thick dick. And I think he should be punished by licking my pussy, until I tell him to fuck me." Martha laughed as she said it and I thought it didn't sound much of a punishment.

Izzy laughed as well. "Put that way, it sounds fair enough. Steve, you ok if Sarah takes Martha's place in our little foursome?"

Steve leered at the Singaporean. "Oh, yeah, Mr Webster's little pet kitty! She already knows I'm the one to put posh bitches like her in their place. If it's punishment she needs, I know just what to do."

I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that, but Sarah gave me a smile and said quietly, "Don't worry. I can handle Steve. Just watch."

Pretty soon, the summer house was quiet apart from the sounds of sex. I had gone down on Martha, to lick her sweet pussy, the pink of the inner lips contrasting with her coffee coloured skin surrounding it, before mounting her curvaceous form to drive my dick into her soft, wet cunt. Izzy was now paired up with Pavel and they were in a 69, she on top, lavishing attention on his cock and balls with her lips and tongue, while he was enthusiastically lapping at her pussy.

Steve meanwhile had taken charge of Sarah and was acting the dominant male. He had made her kneel to suck his cock, demanding that she gaze up at him as he did it. Then he had put her in the doggy position and pounded away at her pussy for a while with his long dick. Sarah seemed to find it all very pleasurable, leaving me wondering what Steve's idea of 'punishment' was. Now, it seemed I was about to find out. Steve stopped and withdrew his cock. "You ready for this, bitch?" he grunted.

"What are you waiting for, you horny bastard. Stick that cock in my arse ... you know I can take it," Sarah replied, her voice dripping with desire.

"Not so fast; if we are going to do this, let's do it properly and give these nice people a show to remember," Steve said. "Pavel, get that cock of yours over here."

It was clear Steve, Pavel and Sarah had done whatever they were planning before, because all of a sudden everyone slid into place. Pavel abandoned Izzy, who moved over to join Martha and myself. I withdrew from the ebony beauty and sat on the sofa, my arms around Izzy and Martha on either side of me, while both girls toyed with my still rampant cock. All three of us had our eyes fixed on the "show", as Steve had called it, about to unfold before us.

Pavel lay on his back on the other sofa and Sarah climbed on top of him, sliding his cock into her pussy. She then lay forward and kissed the young Pole passionately, waggling her bum in the air as she did so. Steve needed no second invitation; crouching behind Sarah, he worked his long cock into her arsehole. I was amazed at the ease with which she took it; clearly Sarah was no novice at anal. Steve began to work his cock in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing tempo, while Pavel pushed upward as best he could, and Sarah gasped at the feeling of being penetrated front and rear by two hard, thrusting cocks.

"Oh ... my ... God," Izzy murmured, "that looks ... intense."

"It is," replied Martha, knowingly. "Bit difficult to get used to at first, but done right, there's nothing like it. You feel so full of cock. All that male desire, directed at you; it's quite a turn-on. I squirted all over Pavel last time those two did it to me. You've done anal, right?" This last question was addressed to Izzy, but for once she actually blushed, so I answered for her.

"We've done it a couple of times, just to see what it was like - Izzy's idea as usual. Can't say it really does much for me, I prefer pussy, but it went ok." This place was working its magic on me. Two days ago I would never have imagined discussing intimate details of our sex life with a virtual stranger - albeit one I had been fucking not long before, and whose pussy I was currently fingering while she stroked my cock.

Before we could take this thought any further, Sarah intervened. Still sandwiched between her two sweating, thrusting lovers, she looked over, directly and me and said, "I've never had three cocks at once. I don't like missing out on things, so why don't you come over here?"

For what was destined to be the last time during our stay at Deepwell, I glanced at my wife for permission. Izzy grinned and said, "I'd like to see that." I was up and across to the other sofa in seconds, my throbbing erection waving in front of me as I moved. Fortunately, the sofa was low enough that all I had to do to make this work was stand next to where Pavel and Steve were busy skewering Sarah between them.

The Singaporean beauty freed a hand and grasped my cock. I shuffled a little closer and then the head of my excited penis was surrounded by Sarah's warm, wet mouth and she was dribbling saliva as her tongue lashed my sensitive frenulum. For two long, ecstatic, minutes Sarah continued to suck and lick my delighted cock. Then I became aware that Steve and Pavel's movements were becoming more frenetic, as if they were getting close. I gripped Sarah' head and began to push my cock in and out faster, fucking her mouth.

Steve gave an almost bull-like bellow and rammed his cock deep into Sarah's bowels, spewing his cum into her. This set my over-stimulated cock off. I withdrew slightly from where my dick had almost been hitting her throat, but with the head still firmly lodged in her spit-soaked mouth, and let go a torrent of spunk which filled it. The brave girl did her best to swallow it all, but still some escaped from her mouth to drip down onto Pavel below us, who had been treated to a prefect view of all this. That in turn tipped him over the edge, and with a desperate thrust upward, he filled the third of Sarah's holes with cum.

The word Izzy had used earlier - intense - was an apt description. All four of us collapsed back to rest and recover. I reeled over to the other sofa, where Izzy and Martha had been watching excitedly, while it was some time before Pavel, Sarah and Steve disentangled their bodies, now slick with sweat and cum. Sarah, it seemed, had orgasmed as many times as us three guys put together.

When we had started to recover a little, Martha took Pavel off to the main house and returned with snacks and drinks. I noticed that neither of them bothered to dress, simply going naked as they were. Obviously, such things were not unusual here.

We sat and ate and drank and talked, no one keen to break up the party yet. I asked Sarah how George Webster went about recruiting such open-minded staff.

"Basically in the normal way; we advertise the roles and people apply. A lot of people generally, as George pays well above normal rates. We require a photo and do social media checks. George does the shortlisting and always picks men and women of above average looks to invite for interview. I often sit in on the interviews, but George always has the last word. He says he can tell who will fit in and who won't and he's never been wrong yet."

"I see," I said. "Let me guess, he doesn't always pick the person with the best qualifications for the job, but one who is sexually open?"

Sarah grinned. "I couldn't possibly say, but it does seem to work out that way."

About an hour had passed since the conclusion of Sarah's gangbang, when Steve changed the subject in the most direct manner imaginable. He fixed his gaze on Izzy and said:

"I saw how you looked when we were making Sarah airtight - a cock in every one of her slutty holes. I could tell you wished it was you. So, babe, you up for it now? I'd be happy to do you if you and your husband agree." I was shocked by his proposal, but not as shocked as I was by Izzy's answer.

"Oh god, yes," she said, "I want it. I need to know what that feels like ... but there are conditions. Ed, and only Ed, fucks my arse. Steve, you can have my pussy and I'll suck Pavel off. How about that?"

"Sounds fair," said Steve with a grin. Turning to Pavel, he added, "See boy. Lesson number seven; never be afraid to ask, because sometimes they say yes."

It was that moment that finally flicked a switch in my mind. From now on I would do anything I wanted with any of the women in this house. In fact, I intended to fuck all of them before the week was done if possible. And I would assume Izzy was doing the same with anyone she wanted. We would tell each other afterward, but no need to ask permission. I realised that was just how Deepwell worked and somehow it all seemed perfectly reasonable to me.

In short order three female mouths had restored three male cocks to good working order - Sarah on me, Izzy on Steve and Martha on Pavel - and we were ready to initiate my wife into the mysteries of triple penetration. I sat on a sofa - the same one Sarah had used earlier - and Izzy moved over me and impaled herself on my erection, facing away from me. My cock slid slowly and gently into her anal passage aided by some improvised lubrication in the form of half-melted butter left over from the snacks.

Once she was firmly in place, her tight passage squeezing my cock delightfully, Izzy lay back, exposing her pussy as I held her in my arms. Steve at once moved in and slid his cock into her cunt. No need for lube there; my wife's pussy was soaking, so excited was she. Finally Pavel climbed onto the sofa and stood there waving his cock - but not for long, as it was soon in Izzy's mouth. Then we three guys started to heave and thrust as best we could, seeking a rhythm to thoroughly fuck my wife. Sarah and Martha, both of who knew exactly what Izzy was experiencing, egged the new girl on, telling her she could take it, while at the same time encouraging us men to fuck her harder.

My mind was in a surreal state. Once more the thought occurred that 48 hour earlier I would never have dreamed this could happen, and if I had I would have been horrified, and yet now I was enjoying every moment. My cock was hard with excitement as I thrust into Izzy's arse, and I knew she was even more aroused than I was. She was giving little moans of pleasure round Pavel's cock, and I could feel my balls getting wet as her juices ran down from her pussy, which was being filled by Steve's big cock - which I could actually feel against my own through the thin membranes separating anus and cunt.

It was almost unbelievable and yet seemed so right. My wife was shaking now with almost constant orgasms. Why shouldn't she enjoy herself, I thought - god knows, I was - and I was certain that we loved each other not one tiny bit less. In fact we were being bonded further by shared experience. Still, it was undeniably strange and seemed inexplicable. Tomorrow, I must explore the mysteries of George Webster and Deepwell Hall further and try to find an answer to what was happening to us.

Then I forgot everything but the moment, as with a groan Steve pumped his sperm into Izzy's spasming cunt. Her orgasm squeezed my cock beyond endurance and I came too, filling my wife's bowels with my spunk. Pavel pulled his cock out of Izzy's mouth and with a few strokes, brought himself off, jetting strings of cum across her pretty face.

With cum dripping off her nose and chin and leaking from pussy and ass, Izzy slumped down on the sofa, utterly spent. "That was the best thing ever," she gasped. And so it was - but how had we ended up like this? I felt happy about it, happier than I had been in my whole life, and yet I wanted to know more. Tomorrow I would try and find out.

*****

Ed's search for answers will continue in Chapter 3.