Marie's Circle Ch. 04

Val's dilemma

I was staying with Joan and Frank, having a great time. I'd got to meet Helen, Anthony and Gerald. However, things are not straightforward. My husband Dennis, currently overseas, has no idea, that I've been expanding my sexual experience, without him. Marie and Jen are pretty certain, that he is happy with his lot. Apart from the deception, I'm happy with mine. I know that Joan and Frank would not be happy, bringing him into, what we have going on. I don't know Helen well enough, to know her thoughts.

I phoned Marie. She knew, more than most, what the disparity in sexual desire, could do to a relationship. It had ended hers. Her view, was that Dennis and myself weren't in that sort of situation. He was happy, so keeping him in ignorance, wouldn't upset things. Telling him could risk everything. It may be an option later but only when things were settled, with my other relationships, with Frank, Joan and Helen. She did admit, that she hadn't kept things from Jen. She didn't want to risk what they had, by keeping secrets. Jen had been fine with it, as long as Dennis didn't get hurt.

I began to wonder what the situation was, regarding Helen. She was happy to be with me and Joan. Perhaps even including Frank, as a foursome. How did I feel, about moving into Helen's sphere, even if, she would bring me in. Was the session with Anthony and Gerald, just a one off. Was I like Dennis. Was the thrill of getting what I desired, enough? Would a repeat be disappointing?

I spoke to Joan, about her views, regarding Helen. I outlined the issue. My progress into exploration had been rapid. Far outstripping anything I had ever considered. I was happy to be with Joan and Frank but this removed the possibility, of more double penetration. I was in a different situation, to everyone else, I had encountered, on my exploration. I was keeping things secret, from someone close to me. Joan was happy, to have finally found a compatible, long term female companion. Both she and Frank, hoped this would continue for a long time. Exploring the spanking side of my personality, would be difficult. I would like to explore the crops. However, this would only be possible if Dennis was away. Joan had spoken to Helen. I think they were actually in touch, pretty regularly. Either exchanging experiences or possibly new contacts, for Helen to explore. She had agreed, to the two of us visiting, either to see her, or Anthony and Gerald. I had a way ahead but still felt some guilt, about keeping it from Dennis.

With a few days left, before Dennis returned from his trip, I wanted to learn more about the punishment room. Joan bent over the roll and instructed me, on the use of all of the paddles, canes and crops. She had me strap her to the wall, flicking her nipples and pussy with the crop. She returned the favour in all respects. She used her phone to show me pictures of the marks on my ass. I think she went gentle tapping my pussy with the crop but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Does Helen do that, with her pussy rings in?"

"No, I tie them against her thighs, with leather laces and tap her labia and clit with the end of a cane. Not hard."

"Something to look forward to."

Helen's view

It is always nice to experience change in your sex life. I have no regrets about being single. It has given me the opportunity, to try as many things as I have ever wanted to, on my terms. Despite my introduction to love making, being totally lesbian, my preference has been for the company of men. Not that I don't dally with the occasional female, when the mood takes me.

Recent events have focused my thoughts. I've had sex with plenty of my sales staff. Whether they saw this as a career move, or actually enjoyed sex with an older woman, who knows. None of them had ever mentioned, wanting to join some of my other sessions. Even though, it was common knowledge, that a number of men pleasured me. Probably, a step too far for them. Meeting Val, was a breath of fresh air. Her slightly naive side and her bold approach, has given a new spark to things. I'm slightly envious of Joan and Frank, having such frequent contact. Although I've spent plenty of time with both of them, I know that my tastes don't totally align with theirs. However, I'd like the four of us to have some fun, if the timing is right.

With Anthony on the payroll and Gerald always willing, I'm sure, we can repeat our recent scenario. Maybe we can progress things. I'll talk to Joan and Val to see if anything is on the cards. Joan has given me the full background, of things. I have to wonder if Val's husband, can be accommodated into things. Having just the odd day here and there, or time when he is away, doesn't seem to be enough. Even he appears to have potential. Perhaps he just needs a bit of a push, in the right direction. I have a couple of lady friends, who may help things along. I think that a social setting, may be the way to go. A party for tennis club friends.

Joan's question

Was this the right thing to do? Myself and Frank, always enjoyed Helen's parties. They had always started off as refined, drinks or cocktail parties. Sometimes, they stayed like that. However, they often ended up in a writhing mass of naked or semi naked bodies. I think Val would enjoy this. From what I'd gathered, I'm not sure about her husband. It had the potential to open up possibilities. A disaster, was also not off the table. Val didn't work. If things went wrong, she may end up as a third wheel, with her daughter, Jen and her girlfriend.

Helen had proposed a party by email, together with, the potential guest list. A couple of surprises, in the details she provided. Just drinks, see where it leads, was her closing comment.

Guest list

Helen herself

Anthony, driver, handyman and live in sex toy.

Myself and Frank.

Val and Dennis.

Gerald and Antonia. I hadn't realised they were married. Antonia was a member at the club. I'd never seen Gerald there, not even at a social. It made sense. She was every bit the wife of a senior army officer. About my height, 5' 8" or there about. Always dressed smartly. Shoulder length, wavy grey hair and a decent body from what I could remember, from my time in the showers. Although, she shared her husband's anal interests, she preferred smaller insertions. She was open, on occasion for a bit of female company.

Celia and Becky. I was slightly shocked at this. Celia was the petite, flat chested, lesbian, with short grey hair, I had pointed out to Val, in the showers. I'd seen Becky with Celia at socials. Tall, well built, very short black hair. According to Helen, they were married and had been for years. They had an open relationship. Becky seeking out, only women. While Celia was up for just about anything. I wondered if that would include Frank. Probably not, based on her size but I'd thought the same, about Val.

Val's apprehension

I arrived home from Joan's, the day before Dennis was due to get home. I cleaned the house, made sure everything was looking like he would expect it to. Knowing, he would have been living mostly on junk food, while he was away, I went shopping, deciding on a full roast dinner, with all of the trimmings, and plenty of wine. I collected him from the station and headed home. He went for a soak in the bath, while I prepared dinner. He came down about an hour later. We sat and had a glass of wine, while dinner finished off. He'd had a good time. A couple of wins and a draw, for the team. Plenty of post match beer, was drunk. Dinner was a pleasant affair, chatting over his trip and sipping our wine. Approaching bedtime, I headed for a shower.

I guessed, having been away for a couple of weeks, I may be in for a good night. When, I'd dried off, Dennis was already in bed. I may have been right. Instead of his usual approach of starting to kiss me, he was sat, propped up on his pillow, bedside light still on.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I think we've learned a lot about sex, recently. I've found out, over the last couple of weeks, that there is a whole lot more."

He clearly, couldn't hold in any information, he had gathered, even if it was from a drunken night in a bar. Trevor, one of his friends, somewhat younger, than us, maybe mid thirties or perhaps forty, had divulged a lot, on a boozy night out. Whether Dennis thought he was missing out, I didn't know. Apparently, Trevor's wife took video of herself masturbating, for him. They filmed themselves having sex, masturbating each other and him cumming on her tits. He had been so drunk, he'd shown Dennis pictures of his wife, using dildos, naked and wearing sexy underwear.

"What did you think, or say?"

"I was a bit embarrassed. I've met her. Now, I've seen her wanking. Even so, I found it exciting. Not much I could say, other than, great."

I felt down, his cock was hard.

"Still thinking about it?

His face was coloured, he had a slightly odd look on his face.

"Hang on here."

I got out of bed, went to the spare room, put on a beaded thong, suspenders stockings and a half cup bra. I picked up my drawstring bag, and headed back to bed. I strutted into the room, giving him a full 360 degree spin. The look on his face, was a picture. More so, when I tipped the contents of my bag onto the bed.

"Playtime." I said.

He picked up the toys in turn, inspecting them. I told him, that having the new varieties in our sex life was great. However, he only seemed to want it, a couple of times a week. Therefore, I was helping myself, when I felt the need. He had thought the same as me. He had been wanking, to relieve the tension. He had found it too awkward to mention it, when Jen and Marie had been asking about us.

He picked up the large dildo, with the A on the base and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I put that up my bum. You started it, I like it, so I carried on"

That night was the best sex, ever, with Dennis. We sucked and fucked for ages. I even poked a finger in his ass, while giving him a blowjob. I thought he was having a fit.

Denis is introduced

A few days later, an email arrived from Helen. An invitation to her house, for a drinks party, on Saturday, black tie. Tennis club crowd. Stay over, to save on taxis and you can both drink what you want to. Underwear preferred but optional. I explained to Dennis where we were going but only mentioned drinks. I told him to dress smartly. He even went for a haircut, in the morning. A black dress, heals and black underwear for me. Dinner jacket and bow tie for him. He even spent more time than usual, polishing his shoes. I think, even though we arrived on time, we may have been the last to get there. Dennis parked our old BMW, alongside the vintage Bentley saloon, Helen's Maserati, Frank's Aston Martin and a brand new Range Rover. Ours looked a bit out of placed.

A man in a tail coat, came to greet us, took our overnight bags from Dennis and showed us inside. He said that he would take our bags, to the room we'd been allocated. A young lady, in a skimpy French maid costume, held a tray of champagne glasses. We took one each and headed into the large room, I'd been into before. There was a small crowd stood talking and drinking. Helen approached and I introduced Dennis.

"Welcome to my little party, Val has met quite of few of the guests, she and

Joan, will probably introduce you to everyone. Make yourselves at home."

As she stood, she wiggled about, clearly trying to cause her piercings to rub together, no hiding it.

"What was that metallic noise?"

I explained about the pierced labia. He looked astonished. I told him, she didn't keep it secret. Nearly every woman at the club had seen them.

"Have you seen all of these women naked?

I scanned the room.

"Not the maids, or the big, butch looking woman. I'm not sure about the tall woman, with the military gent, maybe."

Joan and Frank approached. At least Dennis knew them. We found seats, around a coffee table and began to pass the time with small talk. Bits of business, Dennis' football trip, the enormous mansion and it's furnishings. As a drink was finished, one of the two maids appeared, removed the glass and offered another.

"Friends of Helen's?" I asked

Joan said, that Helen had a contract, with a company of caterers. They supplied the food and service for her parties. How many did she hold, I wondered. The best quality champagne, was starting to free the inhibitions. Joan started to point out who the other guests were, to Dennis. She didn't hold back, describing them not only in their relative relationships but also their physical appearances and sexual preferences. She leant over, placed her fingers under Dennis' chin.

"Sorry if that shocked you. Frank will tell you, I can be a bit crude. You can close your mouth now." She said.

"Do women talk about this stuff, all the time?"

"Look who's talking, after what you said about Trevor. I bet it's the same on your nights in the hotel, after your trips to head office." I said.

He looked rather sheepish. Jane stood, took his hand and took him for a tour of the other guests. Frank assured me, that Helen had briefed Anthony and Gerald, not to mention anything. I told him about the underwear and sex toys.

"That sounds promising. I think Celia and Antonia might be interested, in a bit of time with Dennis." He said.

Helen announced dinner. We all followed her across the entrance hall, to the room on the other side. As we crossed the hall, Gerald stoked my bum. Antonia blew me a kiss. Interesting. Even if I has seen her in the showers, I'd never spoken to her. Gerald had clearly given her a full description.

This room was the same size, as the one we had just left. A table, perhaps twelve feet long, was laid out with the most lavish buffet, I had ever seen. Behind the table stood a chef, with a tall white hat. There were also a couple of male serving staff. There were two dining tables, set with six seats each. We picked up plates and the staff helped us, to whatever we wanted. We sat at a table, Gerald and Antonia joined us. Whether random or choice, the other six sat at the other table. The maids appeared with trays of red, rose of white wine, to accompany whatever food we had chosen. Gerald was clearly, as well mannered, as he had been described. Antonia broke what appeared to be a tricky silence.

"Joan told us, that she has given you a description, of us and our habits. It's all true. We like Helen's parties, we get to have a lot of fun."

"We aren't used to this sort of thing. We don't move in these circles and aren't sure, really, what to expect." Dennis said.

"It's not about status, we all just want to enjoy the party, whatever that may include. Perhaps drinks and food, there may be more, we never know until things develop, later in the evening."

When we had finished eating, what was absolutely fabulous food, we returned to the other reception room. The lights had dimmed, and some soft music was playing. Helen was dancing with Becky, one hand on her bum. Celia had settled on Frank's lap. Anthony was sat next to them, with Joan next to him. The four of us had brought our wine with us. We set them on a small table, with four chairs. Before we had time to sit, Antonia took Dennis' hand and took him to dance. I wonder what he thought. She was clearly rubbing her crotch against him.

"She'll have him hard in seconds. She's not keen on a knob my size, in her bum. Her other sexual skills are amazing. I'm sure she'll want some time with you, too." Gerald proffered.

When the music changed, they returned. Rather than sitting, she dragged me to the floor. As we moved around the floor, I could see Dennis and Gerald talking. I wondered what about. Antonia, had probably been primed by Joan or Helen, or both. As we danced, she slid a hand between us and brushed the beads of my thong, before running the other across my bum. As we sat, the maids refreshed drinks for everyone, before leaving the room, closing the door behind them. This was clearly a sign, for things to develop, if they were going to.

Gerald nodded in the direction of Helen. She had sat on Becky's lap. The bottom few buttons of her dress now undone. The large lady's hand between the rings of her pussy. Celia, clearly interested in her wife's activity was wiggling on Frank's crotch.

"Helen won't mind if you watch." Antonia said.

She grabbed Dennis' hand and dragged him down the room, sitting a few feet away from the action. Anthony, consummate handyman, was kissing Helen, undoing the rest of the buttons. Beneath, the dress, the leather corset, I'd seen before. She got up, removed the dress, turned and straddled Becky's thighs. Anthony sat beside her, stroking her ass. Celia, had unzipped Frank's flies. I wonder, if she know what was coming. She pulled his cock out and sank to lick his knob. Joan moved behind her, undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. I could see Antonia rubbing Dennis' crotch. He wasn't resisting. Myself and Gerald watched as she undid the button fly on his trousers. He was already erect. She smiled, presumably thinking him a good size for her. Still holding his penis, she drew him back to our table.

"Sorry Val." Dennis stammered.

"Not a problem for me." I replied.

Removing Gerald's large glans from his trousers. I sank to my knees and started to lick and suck his cock. Antonia followed suit with Dennis. I was keen not to go too far. I raised my head and Sat down. Looking over, Joan was down to a basque and stockings. Frank was naked from the waist down. Celia was completely naked. I tapped Antonia's shoulder, indicating the others. She released the cock from her lips. Dennis, now eyes wide, gawked as Joan lowered the tiny Celia onto Frank's massive cock.

"Look at the size of his cock and her clit." Dennis stuttered.

I must admit, her clit hood looked big in the shower. Her bean now poked well beyond the protective skin. Joan reached for it and masturbated her to a leg shaking orgasm. She blew a kiss to her wife. Who was being stripped by Helen. Her body would best be described as slightly chubby. Although her chest was broad, her breasts were relatively small. She, like her wife, was shaved, but with a tribal tattoo, where her pubic hair would have been. Her size allowed her to lift Helen onto a sofa, before parting the piercings and applying her tongue.

Antonia again leading Dennis by the cock, headed for the door. I followed on with Gerald. We ascended the stairs, to the first floor. They clearly knew where their room was. We entered. Like the room I'd seen before, a large divan dominated the room. She turned her back to me. Getting the hint, I undid the buttons, letting the dress fall, she stepped out of it. Beneath, a pale pink basque, suspenders and stockings. A pair of small nipples with a ring piercing in each. She had clearly decided, briefs would not be required. Her greying pubic hair, trimmed into a heart shape. She bent to pick up her dress, flashing Dennis a jewelled butt plug. Gerald, undid the top couple of my buttons, pulling the dress over my head. He dropped it deliberately. I bent, showing Dennis a relatively large, black butt plug, beneath my thong. The tip of his cock was dripping. We helped each others husbands, out of their dinner suits. Gerald, as before, neatly folding his. Dennis, too intent on the situation left his in a pile.

As had been the case, so far, Antonia took the lead. She laid Dennis on the bed, his cock, leaking fluid onto his abdomen. She straddled him, bent and kissed him. Reaching down she guided him into her pussy. She began riding him hard. Her bum rippled as she hit his thighs, her breasts wobbling nicely. I reached across and massaged her tits. Her hand crept to her pussy and began rubbing. I pointed for Gerald to get on the bed and we mirrored their action. As I suspected, Dennis came first. Antonia, held her bum on his thighs and ground her clit, until she came. I'd had Gerald in my ass, he was now in my pussy and just as good. As suspected, he held out long enough, for me to have a couple of orgasms, before shooting his load.

"He fucked her ass, last time." Antonia said.

Dennis looked confused. Antonia divulged everything, I'd kept secret. The double penetration, sex with Helen, Frank and Joan.

"Sorry, Dennis. I got carried away. When we started, I just couldn't stop. I've come to love sex, whatever that means."

"You had Frank's huge dick?"

"All three holes."

He looked stunned.

Have you fucked the two Lesbians?"

"No."

"I want to see that." He said.

Antonia burst out laughing, bent down and began sucking his limp dick. No surprise Gerald was still rock hard. I stroked him. Dennis, was evidently really turned on. It didn't take Antonia long, to raise an erection. Probably, the skills Gerald mentioned. She motioned me to mount Dennis. My pussy, still with some of Gerald inside me, took him inside. I felt slender fingers pulling my plug. She bent beside the bed. Clearly pre placed lube. I felt it on my asshole. Followed by the familiar pressure, from Gerald. He slipped in and began pumping hard. I could feel him and Dennis rubbing. I wondered what Dennis was thinking. Rubbing Gerald's cock, whilst stirring his cum inside me. I bent and kissed him, increasing the pressure. I felt him cum. This set Gerald off, cumming deep in my ass.

"My turn next. But not with Gerald's cock in my bum." Antonia said.

"Give us a while." Said Dennis.

We all headed for the bathroom to clean up. At least I knew where this was. After we were all showered, dry and naked, Gerald wanted a drink. Assuming, everyone was still performing downstairs. We went to find some wine. Opening the door. A pungent aroma hit our nostrils. They clearly hadn't stopped. Helen and Becky were sucking each other's pussy's, while Anthony fucked Helen in the ass. Celia was on her back, her clit in Joan's mouth as Frank fucked Joan from behind. We took a glass each from the sideboard and sat to watch. I told Dennis, that none of this was to be shared. Not with his workmates, football friends, not even Trevor.

"We can't afford for you to lose your job, if any scandal gets out."

As we looked on, Celia's feet drummed the floor. A series of ooooh's left her lips. I wondered how many times she'd cum. Probably, more than I was capable of. Frank pushed fully home, grunting as he came, pulling Joan towards him with one hand the other, round her hip, rubbing her pussy. She let out a long, low growl. A few feet away, Anthony slammed into Helen, sighing as his body trembled. She reached back and tapped his leg. They shuffled backwards, not wanting to get his cum, near Becky. She, lay panting hard. Her legs splayed, pussy throbbing. Eminently capable of taking Frank's girth, had that been her thing.

Still impaled by Anthony, Helen outlined what was to come.

"Val, Dennis, your room is upstairs, left side landing, last door. En suite behind the bookcase, you'll work it out. Sleep where you want, with who you want. Breakfast at 9.30. Dress casual. Joan, that doesn't mean naked. Feel free to stay tomorrow. Breakfast from 7 on Monday. Work to do."

With that, the five of them disentangled themselves and headed upstairs. When they had gone. Antonia set forth her view.

"It's going to be great, having Dennis with us all. Not everyone, likes being plundered by things like that." Pointing at Gerald's dick. "Although Celia fucks Frank, all the guys are too big for her anal capability."

She went on to explain, that she had learned her limits at university. Out of necessity, during her first few months, she had been forced to share a twin room, with another woman. At least, until other accommodation became available. The other woman would masturbate, at night, none to quietly. Antonia, played along, keeping quiet. One night, curiosity got the better of her and she flicked on the bedside light. The other woman looked mortified. Knees up, a carrot in her bum, rubbing her pussy. Antonia had smiled. The woman carried on and they got off, watching each other. Even after they lived in different houses, they would meet up. They never touched, just watched each other. She preferred the stretch, graduating to larger insertions. Antonia, the friction, sticking to slim or Dennis sized objects.

"Anyway, enough talking about it. I need this in my bottom." Stroking Dennis' cock.

We headed back to their room. This time, Gerald lay on his back. The anticipation of a more comfortable DP than normal, had got her wet. My fingers confirmed it. She raised a knee and put it across him. I guided his knob to its target. She was still wearing the plug, she flashed with Dennis earlier. Knowing her size, I was careful removing it. Using the bottle next to the bed, I applied some lube to her. I did the same to Dennis. He probably wouldn't have needed it. His cock was leaking fluid like mad. He climbed behind her and rubbed his cock on her anus. Presumably conditioned by years of trying to cope with Gerald, she gaped and His knob eased in.

I'd not cum during my DP. I didn't care, it was great seeing Dennis, having the sort of fun, I'd been having. This time, I needed something. I sat on Gerald's face, looking straight at Antonia. Taking an idea from what Joan had done to me. I placed my fingers on Gerald's pubic bone, so that her clit rubbed them, as Dennis pushed in. I think I would have enjoyed what he was doing, as much as he was. Considering her age, like mine, her ass was pretty firm. I think the previous session had done him a favour. He was lasting pretty well. With a wiggle of my fingers, Antonia, let out a series of grunts. This was too much for Dennis, who let out an indescribable noise. The loudest I'd heard from him during sex. I don't think Gerald had cum. He was licking my pussy, his hands kneading my ass. A finger brushed my asshole and I was done.

We all seemed to be stuck, where we were. None of us moved for several minutes. Dennis was the first. His cock now soft had slipped from her bum.

"I needed that. It was great. Same time next week?" She quipped.

"Your wish is my command." Said Dennis.

I rolled from Gerald's face. Antonia sunk forwards, kissing my juices from her husband's lips. I'd become used to this sort of thing, over the time since Marie and Jen, set the ball rolling. It was something totally, out there, for Dennis. I looked at him, his cock hanging down. He was breathing heavily, red faced but with a huge grin on his face. Antonia and perhaps Celia, were in for a good time. I couldn't see any way, he wouldn't be up for that. We bid goodnight to Gerald and Antonia. And headed off to find our room.

We pushed open the door. Inside, a beautifully decorated room, maybe later style than the house, Victorian? Stood by the bookcase, totally naked, Helen.

"I thought I'd show you how this works."

She pushed the spine of the second book from the left on the middle shelf, the door sprang open a few inches. We moved forward and opened it. The whole room was covered with small mosaic tiles. On the floor, a depiction, Greek style, a man, with another fucking his ass. Each wall, showing a different scene. I had expected Helen to leave us to get showered. Instead, she came in with us. Set the shower running and started washing Dennis, paying particular attention to his cock. With a soapy hand, she ran it down his ass, pushing a finger into his anus. I wondered, if like when I did it, he would cum. The attention raised an erection.

"We need to explore this, more." She said.

When we were all clean and dry, we headed to the bed. Helen whispered some directions in my ear. I went to my bag and took out some items. Helen pulled Dennis onto the bed. What was he thinking, as she lowered her pussy onto his head. Her pussy rings on his cheeks. Her well used asshole above his nose. I lifted his knees. Helen leant forward and started sucking his cock. I applied some lube to a small plug and worked plenty into his anus, inserting my thumb. I placed the plug on his asshole.

"Push out!" I commanded.

About half of the plug went in. It was about four inches long. I eased it back and forth. Finally holding it, the widest point at his sphincter. I withdrew it, taking the next size up and repeating the process. This time, I slid it home. He grunted into Helen's pussy. She was deep throating his dick. Something I never had. I stroked his balls. He jerked, shot his legs out and shook uncontrollably, as he came in Helen's throat. Helen dismounted. His eyes were wide open, as was his mouth. Not a single sound emerged. He continued to shake for a couple of minutes.

"Fucking hell." Was all he said.

Helen winked at me, setting off, perhaps to see Joan and Frank. She left the bedroom door wide open. I lay beside Dennis, put my arm across his chest and kissed his cheek. He didn't move or say anything for quite a while. Eventually, presumably, having gathered his thoughts, he started to stir.

"That was the most amazing orgasm, I've ever had."

"Glad you liked it. I suppose this means, I need to learn how to take your whole cock in my mouth."

Judging that he had now relaxed, I reached down and grasped the base of the plug and told him to push out. I removed it and held it up for him to see. It was probably as wide as his cock at the largest point. I went to the bathroom and washed it off, leaving it to dry.

"Glad we came?"

"What do you think. I got to double penetrate two women. Watched sex better than any porn movie and had the best orgasm of my life, while licking a pierced pussy."

We both lay on the bed chuckling. Drifting off to sleep. The rooms were far enough apart, that, even if an orgy was going on, we wouldn't have heard it. Not that we felt like we needed more. In the morning, we headed down to the dining room. No sign of last night's dinner. A buffet breakfast was laid out. Pastries, fruit, yoghurt, cold meat, cheese and bread. Not to mention various fruit juices, pots of tea and coffee. The chef had returned. In front of him several heated, covered trays, with sausages, bacon and eggs. Dennis went for the cooked option. I picked up a pastry, a bowl of fruit and yoghurt.

Dennis headed for the table where Celia and Becky were sat. I recalled his comment of last night. I wondered if this was something in his subconscious, relating to Jen and Marie. Becky gestured for us to join them. They had been to Helen's parties before. Dennis told them about Jen and Marie. I added John into the mix. He looked shocked.

"It can't be that much of a surprise, they were both married to men, before." I said.

"Same for me. I married young. The sex was great but romantically and emotionally, I prefer women." Celia added.

"If you don't mind me asking, how does someone as slight as you manage with Frank?" Dennis asked.

"Dennis!"

"It's fine, Becky likes to fist my pussy, while sucking my clit. She orgasms without touching herself, doing that. So the girth is fine. Anal is not happening tough."

"I can help with that."

"Antonia told me." Said Celia, with a smile.

Not the usual conversation to have over breakfast. This was far from a usual situation. We sat and chatted about relationships and our sexual journey's, whilst we finished our tea and coffee.

"I need a fuck. I got eaten out, loads but Celia was too tired last night, for anything else. Want to join us?" Asked Becky.

Dennis had stood up, almost before she finished speaking. Celia, Becky and myself laughed. They took us to their room. Completely different to ours. Modern and relatively minimal. Rather than the oak bookcase in our room, theirs was black ash. Becky had decided, even before breakfast that she needed sex. Probably, not sure who it would be with. On the bed a jumble of black and a huge bottle of lubricant. Becky, like Antonia, Helen and Joan, was used to giving orders. It didn't take long to strip off. Just as we had all dropped our clothes. A tap on the open door.

"OK, if we watch?" It was Antonia.

Becky nodded. She and Gerald were already stripped for action. He sporting his usual erection. She strode in, picked up the lube and pointed Gerald at a a padded dining chair. He sat. She applied some lubricant to him and her ass.

"Special treat. Don't move."

She placed his knob at her entrance to her ass, wiggled slightly. Her eyes narrowed and she gave a gasp, of what appeared to be pain, as the crest entered her. She lowered herself to his lap, slowly. Her legs outside his, pussy open wide. Becky walked over and ran her finger from his shaft to her clit. Grabbing the lube, she picked up the black item from the bed. Handing it to me, I looked confused. What I held was a pair of rubber pants. On the inside, a dildo, may be five or six inches long and a finger sized protrusion, presumably for anal. Above the dildo, lots of pimples or bumps. I guessed to stimulate the clit. On the outside, two enormous dildos, The top, about ten inches, and as thick as Frank. The lower, longer but maybe Gerald's girth. She added lube to all of the projections. Tossing the bottle to Celia. Becky showed me how to put the pants on. Squatting to insert the dildo and finger. She pulled the pants fully home. I must have looked odd, two huge cocks waving in front of me.

Becky sat on the corner of the bed, one leg either side of it. She pulled her knees up.

"Fuck me bitch!"

Unused to both the language and the strap on it took a while to ease them in. Celia was stood by the bed. She bent forward, resting on her elbows, kissing Becky. Her left hand reached back pulling her buttock aside. An invitation to Dennis. He didn't need telling. He applied plenty of lube, gradually working in a couple of fingers. Before easing his knob inside. Her left hand, moved to her clit. I was snapped out of my voyeur state.

"Harder bitch! Clit!"

I began driving the huge dildos into Becky while brushing her clit with the pads of my fingers. This wasn't easy. In fact it was incredibly hard. The rubber inside me and the friction on my clit made me cum.

"Don't stop!"

I gritted my teeth and continued thrusting. Becky grabbed my ass, pulling the dildos fully in, grinding her pussy against my hand and the rubber. She screamed, shook and squirted. I staggered, as her grinding set off another orgasm for me. Behind me, Gerald grunted and Antonia sighed. I was struggling to take things in. I was still gripped hard by Becky. The bed was still moving, Dennis?

Becky finally let go of my ass.

"Out slow."

I withdrew, the dildos, now released, were bobbing. I heard Dennis grunt as he came in Celia's ass. She was shaking, like I'd seen on the floor downstairs. Both of Becky's holes gaped wide. The orgasm hadn't phased her. She left the bed and knelt before Antonia. Her clit was still, throbbing from the orgasm with Gerald. Becky applied her tongue. The combination of Gerald's still hard cock, our butch friends tongue and Gerald's hands on her nipples, brought a long, aaaargh from her lips. I think Gerald, came again.

I struggled to keep track. Dennis' limp cock slipped from Celia. Cum leaked down to her pussy.

"She came five of six times." Said Dennis.

"Nothing, she can normally manage a dozen or more." Becky said.

Becky being probably the strongest present, Helped Antonia up from Gerald's lap. A huge pool of cum, covered his balls.

"Don't get any ideas. You know I get sore, doing that, with you." Chided Antonia.

The six of us headed to Celia and Becky's bathroom. Even walking in these rubber pants was hard, my clit was feeling it. I grabbed the upper dildo and pulled it outwards to relieve the pressure. Fully tiled like ours. Picked for suitability, all of the mosaics were of women. Becky helped me remove the pants. The insides were soaking wet. She pulled me to her chest.

"You were great. Thanks so much. I suppose I should have warned you, that I squirt."

There wasn't much I could say to that. We stood beneath the multiple wall jets, relaxing. Antonia was rubbing her ass. Celia backed into Dennis.

"I hope Val is willing to share that thing."

"Any time." I said.

We dried and dressed. We exchanged email and phone details, with Antonia and Celia. Myself and Dennis, agreed that we had had enough. I wondered if the four of them would carry on. I guessed, that the room I'd been to on my last visit, was Helen's. We made our way there, to bid farewell. I was correct. She was on her knees, sucking Frank's cock. Joan sat rubbing her clit, in a chair. I approached quietly and spanked Helen's ass hard.

"Thanks for a great party. We're tired out. I guess the others will give you a rundown."

She slid her lips away form Frank's knob and licked her lips.

"Spanking and leaving? Come again, in both senses of the word, as often as you want. I guess Dennis is going to be popular with Antonia and Celia. Safe journey."

I waved to Joan, who licked some juices from her fingers, before the three of them, resumed what they had been doing. We collected our bags and headed to the car. On the drive home, Dennis asked if everyone was like this.

"No, I think most are like we used to be. We've just fallen in to something which is extraordinary and amazing. Just luck."

We arrived home in the early afternoon. I phoned, Jen telling her and Marie to come to dinner. Stay in the spare room, if you want a drink. We have news for you. We just slumped on the sofa, for about an hour, his arm around my shoulder. Nothing was said. Eventually I had to move, to start preparing dinner. Dennis laid the table. Nothing fancy, or too difficult, today. Chicken and mushroom pasta in a cream sauce.

Jen and Marie arrived at about 6. They both kissed us. We ate dinner, about half an hour later, drinking some white wine. I could see Jen almost bursting, with anticipation, about what we had to tell them. After dinner, we moved to the lounge and Dennis poured more wine. I was about to speak but Dennis burst forth. Giving a blow by blow account of our weekend.

"I had a similar pair of pants, in my shopping basket for a while. I couldn't justify the cost. What you described would cost about a weeks wages." Marie said.

"I think Dennis sees Celia as a Jen substitute, same body shape and size." I

said.

"Don't get any ideas, not happening." Jen snapped.

"Have you got a big clit?"

"Dennis!" I slapped his leg.

"No, she has a nice neat little one." Marie responded.

"Too much information." Came back from Jen.

We all laughed.

"I want to thank you both. You helped us achieve, what Dennis craved. Our sex life is now fantastic. Better than we could ever have believed. Just the two of us, until this weekend, had been great. Now, it is beyond description." I said.

We continued drinking and discussing what had gone on and what was likely to happen. We all headed to bed at about 10. Myself and Dennis, happy to just cuddle. The spare room was a different story. We lay there listening to the grunts, groans and screams. I'd left my drawstring bad in the wardrobe, out of habit. I hadn't locked it away. I wondered how many, would need cleaning, in the morning. Dennis had an erection but looked at me and shook his head. In the morning, Dennis gave Marie a lift to work. Jen isn't a morning person. I took her a coffee. Dildos and plugs were all over the floor.

"That's disgusting. Not only have you used my toys. They're now covered in fluff."

"From what I hear, you need some bigger ones."

"That's no way to talk to your mum but you're probably right."

She got out of bed, still naked. Picked up the toys and took them to the bathroom. She showered and had wrapped the dildos and plugs in a towel. She laid them out to dry. She dressed and I went to make her some toast. Eventually, she headed off.

It took us a couple of days to recover. When Dennis returned from his head office meeting, on Wednesday, I showed him an email from Antonia. An invite to their house, for 'dinner', on Saturday. The email contained directions to their house and instructions to bring overnight things. It was clear from the bulge in his trousers, that he excited at the prospect. That night, I continued what we had started with Helen. I gradually increased the plug size, I was inserting into him, as I sucked his cock. Unable to take it too into my throat but now over half way. Again, he had a massive orgasm. It was definitely the most he'd ever cum in my mouth. I gagged. When he stopped shaking, he apologised. I shook my head. We decided to abstain for the rest of the week, wondering what Antonia had in store.

On Thursday evening, we sat down to do some online shopping. We added items alternately, for each other. Prostate vibrator, basque, vibrating cock ring with rabbit ears, larger vibrators and so on. I was shocked at the final checkout cost.

"Don't worry about the money. We're having fun. Now that we have this, I'm not going to football that often, we're not spending so much overall."

Everything arrived in different packages but it had all arrived, by first thing Saturday. We removed everything from the packages, washed the toys, inserted batteries where required and added these, to my drawer string bag. We packed our bags and wash things. On Saturday afternoon, we loaded the car and I read out the directions to Dennis. We ended up about a mile from Helen's house but by a different route, than we would have taken. The house was 1930s era. A large red brick, detached house with bow windows and a separate garage. I guessed, it was home to the Bentley. We parked on the drive, in front of the garage. I rang the bell as Dennis took the bags from the boot. Gerald, opened the door and ushered us inside.

Antonia and he were Dressed more casually than I had expected. He in trousers and an open neck shirt. She in a dress, covered by an apron. The house was nicely decorated. Not as Lavish as Helen's or as design orientated as Joan's. A comfortable three piece suite, nice mahogany dining table and chairs. Plenty of military themed paintings and signs of overseas postings.

"Excuse the apron, I'm cooking dinner."

We were shown upstairs by Gerald, indicating the bathroom, their room and where we should drop our bags. I assumed that the sleeping arrangements would be flexible. He hadn't mentioned it specifically. Downstairs, Gerald poured four glasses, of a very nice sherry and we sat in the lounge. Nobody would guess, from the scene before us, that they were anything other, than a respectable army officer and his wife.

"Do any of your army comrades know anything about your private life." I asked.

"Certainly not. Some similar activity takes place, after some of the more rowdy dinners, in the mess. As, I'm the senior officer, I beat a retreat and leave them to it. I hear snippets from time to time. No idea if they are true, or not." Gerald replied.

Antonia called us to the table. Chicken in a wine sauce, sauté potatoes and green beans. Gerald poured out a light, fresh white wine. After dinner we took our remaining wine and returned to the lounge. Antonia, between Dennis and myself, on the sofa, Gerald, in what appeared to be his favourite armchair.

"How did you like our little get together?" She said, rubbing a hand down each of our thighs.

"It was amazing. I've never had so many orgasms. The one with Helen was out of this world" Said Dennis.

"She can be quite intense. Ready for some fun of our own, I hope." Was Antonia's reply.

She put down her glass on a side table, we did the same. She headed upstairs and we followed. I guess, like our spare room, Marie's, pleasure room and Joan's spanking den, everyone seemed to have somewhere private, set aside. There wasn't anything personal in the room. Large bed, bedside cabinets, a couple of chairs and an old, oak wardrobe. This was evidently their fun space. She opened the wardrobe. Inside were several costumes, school girl, nurse, French maid and one which consisted only of leather straps. Next to these, a couple of canes and riding crops.

"You've seen Helen tap his bum with one of these."

"He gets a hard on." I told Dennis.

She bent and pulled a large plastic box, on wheels from beneath the bed. She lifted the lid. It was crammed full of just about every sex toy you could think of. She picked up a couple of large vibrators.

"Gerald bought these, thinking he'd stretch my anus. It didn't happen. We never got close to getting any of it in. Even after plenty of warm up."

She dropped them back in, rummaged about and found a dildo. Maybe just over an inch in diameter at the widest but over a foot long, pointed at the tip, with a large round base.

"This is my favourite. Easy to get in. The length gives me the prolonged friction on the way in and out."

Gerald thought enough was enough and began undressing. Dennis followed suit. We waited. They were naked and sat next to each other on the chairs. Antonia began a seductive striptease. A matching set of red satin, bra, briefs and suspender belt were gradually discarded. Perching on the bed, she slid her stockings down. Now attached to her nipple rings, a pair of tiny bells. She stood and shook her tits. I couldn't help flicking one of the bells, which tinkled.

Sensing it was my turn. I repeated the moves, Antonia had used. I'd decided to wear the new, plum coloured, basque. When I'd rolled my stockings off. I bent, displaying the largest butt plug I could walk in. Gerald grinned.

Antonia had decided that the show would continue. She picked up her favourite dildo and some lube, handing them to me. She lay down spread her legs and raised her knees. I got between her legs and began licking and sucking her delicious pussy. I brushed my hand, on her heart shaped pubic patch. I felt her labia lubricating. I sought the bottle and dildo. Knowing her limitations, I used lots. The pointed tip, was smaller than my little finger and just slipped in.

"Slow and Steady." Gerald said, knowing her preference.

I followed his instructions. Rubbing her clit I gradually eased this huge length inside, before pulling it back.

"I love watching her anus stretch as it comes out." From her husband.

I could see what he meant. I continued this slow pace for what seemed like ages. She was clearly enjoying the tentative approach. Her breathing quickened. I could see her rubbing her nipples, the bells tinkling. As my palm pushed the base to her bottom, I felt her clit start to pulse.

"Fucking hell, holy shit, oh my god!"

It seemed odd coming from such a refined lady. I looked to the side of the bed, Gerald and Dennis were wanking each other. As Antonia continued to utter filthy language, both of them shot their cum all over her tits.

"She likes to talk dirty. She knows words, some of my squaddies have never heard of." Gerald said.

"You dirty wasteful bastards, that cum was for my cunt."

Antonia was certainly not as upset as she appeared. She massaged the semen into her tits.

"You can pull that out now." she said.

I did so, even more slowly, than I had earlier. A ran my fingers round her anus as it followed the dildo. As I'd seen Becky and now Antonia, taking depth, I would need to try it. I accompanied, her to the bathroom. Dennis and Gerald stayed behind, Probably sharing stories. Antonia apologised, if the language was surprising.

"I think it gets Gerald horny, hearing his wife talking like a tart. He knows it's just for the bedroom. At one of Helen's parties, she and Joan wanked, Anthony, Gerald and Frank on to my tits. You've seen how much they cum. I was smothered in it."

"No problem with me."

"That was great. Just now, exactly how I like it. Gerald, with his anal fetish, tends to go a bit hard and fast for me. You can definitely do that again."

When she had cleaned up, we returned to the room. Dennis was smirking.

"Now I know what you get up to on your trips away. Wanking off other blokes."

"I've not done that since I was younger. Me and one of my mate did it." Said Dennis, sheepishly.

"I hope there is more in those limp dicks, you two. Val hasn't cum yet."

Stating, time to recover, Dennis delved into Antonia's toy chest. He pulled out a huge dildo, with a scrotum and suction base. It had to be 12 inches to the balls and about 2 inches in diameter.

"One of Gerald's little Jokes, I can't even get it in my pussy, let alone my ass. Guessing you can, Val, if you do anal with Frank." Said Antonia.

Dennis stuck it to the floorboard, in front of the chair, Gerald was sat in. He grabbed some lube and coated it. He's serious. Antonia grabbed a magic wand from her box. What the hell. I showed my ass to Gerald and he began working my plug. When it was clear, Dennis took it and compared the size to the Dildo. There was some difference but not as much as I expected. Dennis lubed my ass and I backed towards Gerald. He hooked his elbows under my armpits, as Dennis aimed the dildo. I felt the tip. Antonia turned on the wand and settled the head against my pussy. The vibration was intense. I told Gerald, to go slow and he began lowering me. I held some of my weight, on my feet and squatted. I gasped and panted hard. Gerald held firm.

I wondered, what I had inside me. I nodded at Antonia and began to lower myself. Gerald, feeling the weight shift, lowered me more. I felt the balls of the weapon hit my cheeks. I felt my legs start to shake. Not the most comfortable position. Antonia, slid the wand up from the opening of my pussy to my clit. Those vibrations, were too much for me. I felt my knees close. My mouth was open wide. I felt Gerald supporting my weight. My legs shook and a wave of something hit my body. I felt my anus twitching but couldn't clamp. I have no idea, if i made any noise or not. Dennis had an amazed look on his face. The wand buzzed on the floor. Antonia and Dennis helped support my weight. Inch by inch, they eased me off the monster.

"You squirted." Said Dennis.

I was in no state to respond. I was carried to the bed. I lay on my side. Antonia got behind me and held me tight. I think Dennis began to feel guilty for pushing me into this. He lay facing me.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push you that hard. Are you alright?"

I nodded. Antonia, waved at Gerald. He dragged Dennis to the edge of the bed and flipped him onto his back. He too had got used to wearing a plug. I'd told Antonia ahead of time. Gerald pinned Dennis' knees to his chest. He removed the butt plug. His hand full of lube, placed where the plug had come from. Dennis didn't know what to do. Gerald certainly did. He eased his knob against the slowly yielding hole. Dennis grimaced as the crest entered. I shuffled closer and ran my finger round Dennis' cock. Gerald began to fuck him. More gently, than he did me but deep and slow. I followed the rhythm, with my fingers. Dennis shot a long stream of cum, which hit his left shoulder. Gerald, excellent timing as ever, was fully lodged, when he shot into Dennis.

"I love watching men fuck. Gerald buggered Anthony, at one of Helen's parties. She loves it too. You saw the bathroom floor." Antonia said.

"It's a pity Frank doesn't do men. I'd love to see that." I replied.

Dennis clearly thought the intrusion was over. Gerald had other ideas. Feeling an easing in the passage, increased the pace, from his previous effort. He shot a second load inside Dennis, who's cock leaked cum, despite its flaccid state.

"Enough of that, you two, go and clean up." Commanded Antonia.

I was still uncertain, what to feel about the massive insertion, in my ass. It was hard to explain the feeling. The fullness and lack of control was disconcerting. Antonia on the other hand was jubilant.

"I think, only Becky can take something that big in the ass." She said with a smile.

"Not sure I want to repeat it any time soon."

When Gerald and Brian returned, Antonia informed them, in no uncertain terms, that they would both be sleeping in the room, we were about to vacate. No cocks, anywhere near either of our asses, tonight. The two of us headed to the shower. It had taken a while but I finally started to feel, back on an even keel. I watched as Antonia removed the bells from her nipple rings.

"Do they do anything to arouse you?"

"Not really, it is more of a titillation, for the people I'm with, rather than making any difference to me."

We headed to their main bedroom, where she assured me, that there were no sex toys.

"Do you suppose, those two are having sex, next door?" I asked.

"Knowing Gerald, probably."

We just cuddled and kissed, stroking each other's breasts, backs and bums. It was nice, to feel the warmth and comfort, of the situation. I don't think Gerald and Dennis, had done anything, either. In the morning, they came into the room, just as we were waking. They brought mugs of tea. Which we drank, quietly. When we had finished them and put the mugs aside, Gerald whipped off the duvet. Keen for one last round, before we headed home. Myself and Antonia, lay back to be pampered and pleasured. Anal strictly off the menu. We held hands as Dennis made love to her, Gerald paying attention to me. The kissing, stroking and cuddling was lovely and passionate. I don't think either of them came but made sure we did. A soft, gentle end to what had been a surprising and intense visit.

Conclusion

That just about brings things up to date. It had started with Marie seducing John. People had joined, the group expanded and then splintered. Various contacts were still in place but the sexual dynamic, was now a long way, from the situation, at the peak of the circle.

Brian, Diane, Lisa and Malcolm are now a stable and happy foursome. John, still has his regular days with Jen and Marie, who are glad they found each other. We still get advice from them and exchange stories, knowing they will stay, far from the public domain. For our part, despite coming late to the party, so to speak, we are having a great time. Joan and Frank, also Becky, remain female only, in their activities with the other members of the group, we have joined. We circulate in a fairly random manner, meeting each other as the feeling takes us. With everyone together, Helen's is always spectacular. Otherwise, we meet in each other's houses. Dennis is particularly popular with Celia and Antonia. My openness to experimentation means that everyone is keen for me to attend. I still have a soft spot for Joan and Frank but Antonia to taking my attention more, of late.