The Lisbon Orgy

During a steamy Thursday evening in Lisbon old quarters, an anonymous middle aged marriage walked downtown hand in hand. Like every other summer, they flew away to escape routine, rented an apartment, and enjoyed a little extra romance.

She was his everything, but little he knew what this trip would unfold.

She was totally hooked to her man since the first day she learned about sex by masturbating him. Since then she had loved watching hard spurting cocks: his and any chance when they watched porn together. This shy and decent country girl was still shy and decent, but had grown a sexy side that only her husband knew about.

After her many questions, one day, trying to make her understand his deepest fantasies, he told her that her body was hotter than most of the chicks he ogled in porn sites, and talked her into going naked online, on social media.

So they did, not showing face of course, and damn he was right. Nowadays she had tens of thousands of devoted followers all over the globe. Actually, their donations paid big part of their trip.

Still self concerned in real life, their secret got her wet often. They'd pass totally unnoticed if it wasn't for the ample cleavage she was showing that night. He was delighted, and so were many gangs of young guys they passed down the street.

Not being the dancing kind, they wandered from little cafe to little liquor shop, tasting some wines, snacking, and fooling around.

In this one where they decided to call it a day, they sat at the bottom of the bar.

"Our rental has the best of amenities. Did you notice the condoms in the first aid kit?" He asked.

"Yes," she said "eight of them. How many can you use?"

"With your help..." he said while he asked for the check. A nice looking waitress came by soon and said it had already been taken care of.

Surprised, they asked. She explained there was no trick. Someone liked them, invited, and proposed them to join the private party being held upstairs.

All of a sudden both noticed the mysterious spiral metal staircase some steps to their left.

When trying to discover about the details of the party, she succinctly hinted in low voice that it was an orgy. The pleasant waitress insisted that they could just say no, they weren't forced.

She left with a smile, with both of them staring the stairs. Some seconds later, still fascinated, he woke up from his daydreaming.

"Look," he said "let's go home. I just love you."

She rested her hand on top of his and whispered "I want to go upstairs. I really need to know." He knew she did; she was such a curious cat.

While he was wondering if this was only too much ginjinha talking, she added "Plus, I always wanted to fuck you in front of other people."

"We'll be the one for the other." She concluded. The erection growing in his trunks started to be impossible to hide.

They picked up their stuff and walked upstairs. She leaded while he concealed his excitement behind her.

Once up there they found a little flat area, a closed door and a friendly couple behind a high little table.

Like most locals, luckily, they knew English and explained the details. They had to go in naked. They'd give them a bag to put their clothes and belongings and explained healthy and safety rules. It was up to them how involved they wanted to be. From leaving, passing through just looking, to getting really wild; nobody would judge them. There were multiple discrete exit doors if they decided to leave.

No masks allowed as nothing was being recorded. This was a casual gathering for people who wanted to enjoy sex without nonsense crap. It was organized by renowned IG and OF stars from the area trying to establish a regular sex scene. They even showed them their own ids. Everything felt really natural.

She was still quite naive about internet porn, but he immediately thought about a couple of names and wondered if they'd be present.

The inertia made them accept. They got naked while the couple lusted after their bodies and in they went.

They found a large room with a floor covered by mattresses and tens of bodies engaging in all kinds of sex acts.

It didn't feel that there were more men than women or vice versa. Frankly, it was jumble of flesh, moans, and all kind of pleasure sounds. They weren't loud, and he noticed it wasn't like those sordid swingers videos with bright white lights and people fucking like rabbits that he occasionally saw. It was more classy... like that movie of the mason lodge, he couldn't remember the name, but without the mansion luxury or the Venetian masks.

At that moment she froze and reconsidered the situation, but he grabbed her hand and made her hold his erection. That always gave her confidence. The one she used to walk, dragging him by his manhood, to an empty spot where they could have their very special love making.

He wasn't all hard, that was uncommon. She knew it had to be his nerves, knelt down and started sucking his cock.

Oh, it felt wonderful. How good she was at that! He looked all around. Flesh against flesh everywhere he looked. Entwined bodies, doggy fucking, and that musky smell of sweat and pussies. He looked down at her, she looked up and said "See? much better now."

He laid down on top of her while she opened her legs. Her pussy was wet already and engulfed his member with no resistance. They locked eyes on each others'. Without noticing, they grabbed the attention of many. He started pumping in and out and his hips danced all over her groin bringing her to a mixture of bliss and desperation little by little.

He held her arms above her head while he devoured her breasts and licked her neck. Hot breathing on her ears worked wonders on her. He slowed down at times, but never stopped. Soon she was grinding back with pure lust.

He let her arms go and grabbed her butt to thrust harder while his balls slammed her pussy at every charge. She was out of her mind and he was starting to control his pace. The thrusting made her loose balance and she moved her arms to regain position but landed her right arm on some guy's tight and the left one caressed someone's butt. She didn't have much time to think about it, feeling his man's cock twitching inside, but those two guys turned around to watch while their own partners ate each other with passionate kisses.

Then they swapped legs position. She placed them as together as she could while he opened them and moved forward up. Her legs and toes started to tauten, their hips in frenzy, he caressed her hair, put it aside and kissed her right neck and cheek gently. She looked towards the crowd. It was the first time she opened her eyes and remembered they were part of an orgy.

All those bodies, and all those eyes on her and her husband even when they were humping other people, possibly that took her over her limit. The first orgasm devastated her will. Shaking uncontrollably, she buckled while he feasted on her beautiful expression. When it was receding, he sped up a little, something she understood easily and the second one came, not so intense. The third one was sweet and long. He adapted his pace and she easily found a fourth of an incredible intensity again.

She was getting exhausted, her legs tired, all sweaty. He kept a slow rhythm to let her find her way back. Their forefronts against each other and he whispered asking her for more, to what she responded sending her hand down and helping herself to a couple more that made her cry out loud.

She needed some rest, left him out, and he sat between her legs. Those two guys were stroking their cocks at each of her sides but he ignored them. Breathing hard she sat up a little resting on her elbows.

It was his turn and she didn't know if she'd have strength to deal with that erection much longer. Then a smiley blonde lady with perky tits and shaven pussy knelt by them.

"Babe, can I borrow your man? It'll be a matter of minutes, don't worry." She said enthusiastically.

"But..." she whispered trying to catch her breath, at the same time that the two guys got so close that one of them was casually rubbing his cock against her shoulder. She got a little distracted and the woman pulled her shocked husband away.

He was sent to the other corner of the room. With a tangled mess of bodies in between him and his wife, she dropped him on top of a buxom lady who was actually one of those names he wondered about earlier.

The last time he was able to spot his wife, while the blonde girl grabbed his whole package and inserted his cock in the other lady's pussy, he saw those two guys coming on top her. One slightly sprayed her left tit, the other came on her shin and foot.

After what seemed like a life time, he was let go and met again with his wife. They cuddled, kissed and hugged each other. A procession of spent limp penises and sweaty ladies started leaving or rested panting. At the same time, a new row of erect cocks was joining as if in replacement. They thought it was a good opportunity to leave without anyone noticing. They got out, got dressed, smiled, and said goodbye to the couple outside.

During the walk home, they smiled to each other and exchanged mischievous looks, but they really didn't talk at all.

Once at home, still surpassed by the experience, and still feeling playful, she brought up the topic. She asked about the rest of the night, planning to get him off as a reward for his earlier performance on her.

He told her he saw what a turn on was to see those two dudes who couldn't hold back on her. He told her that had really enjoyed the orgy and had actually come twice.

Those last words shook her spine unnervingly. Her silly smile turned into an angry face.

"WHAT!?" She said. What a change of mood: They had a big argument. She was very upset. Everything he said from that moment on made her even angrier.

After he explained some about the buxom lady, she exploded "You told me you didn't like tattoos or piercings. She even had a ring in her nostril. Fat, weed smoker, drunk... What the fuck, honey! What's wrong with you!"

"But..." he tried to explain. She was so furious.

"Twice! Twice! That doesn't happen with me, fuck!"

After apologizing several times, he was speechless. How do you tell your wife that you were very loaded after making love to her. That you found super sexy seeing those two guys around her surrender, while your balls were being massaged and pushed inside another woman's vagina. That lady was clearly very experienced. She was warm and welcoming. And her rolls made it feel like jelly. He couldn't help it. How do you tell your wife this? When apparently she had rejected advances and feasted on the orgy as a voyeur.

She left the room really upset. After a while he went to the room to say sorry.

His second time was a surprise even for him. There was flesh everywhere. Once he unloaded inside that new pussy, the blonde one didn't give him a break and acted as a fluffer. He had never been deepthroated before. She literally ate him out. Besides, she joined forces with other ladies. He remembered being used and a million faces. He could just remember his come all over the big girl tits while she massaged him with them. No, better don't tell her this, he thought.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Mad? I want to kill you. I want to rip your balls off and kill you from the excruciating pain. Mad!?"

It was very late and both were tired with so many emotions. He didn't dare to talk more. It was evident she didn't want to be in the same room than him. That night he slept on the couch.

Even though they couldn't sleep much, fatigue finally got hold of both. Going to bed late, the drinking, the orgy, the discussion... at the end they both passed out. He woke up really late, almost around noon. He prepared a light breakfast for both, ate his part, and took a shower to see if it'd help him to feel better emotionally. He also washed thoroughly, to get rid of any smell from other women pussies.

When he was getting out, she came in to pee. Still no talking.

She finished while he was still rinsing with the towel. She cleaned her pussy, flushed, and stood in front looking at him straight in the eye. He was a head taller but, even when more petite, she felt menacing.

Her eyes locked until she said "Meet me in the bedroom."

So he did. He sat down on an armchair between the feet of the bed and the TV set. She got in, closed the door behind her and put the lights down.

"What's her name?"

"Isabel."

Under the dim light he heard her steps and saw her leaning towards him. But her strong grip, grabbing his balls, he didn't see it coming.

She used her chest to muffle his shrieks. When the hard squeezing finished, she moved swiftly around him and then stepped back. He found himself wrists handcuffed against the chair arms, knees apart tied against the chair legs, and mouth filled with a pair of socks that were kept tight using surgical tape around his head.

Then she took both their cellphones, switched off the light, left, and closed the door, leaving him in the darkness and shocked. She was usually really gentle with him because they were planning to have a family. When the second stage of agony arrived, as the pain between his legs intensified, he could just whine through the socks.

More than an hour later He heard the doorbell ring. He lost track of time, but around half an hour later the bedroom door opened. His wife went in and she was not alone.

She switched on the light. It took him a bit to get used to it again and, big surprise, he saw his wife and Isabel semi-naked on the bed in front of him. His wife looked serious. Isabel looked playful and aroused.

She had used his phone and checked his socials in order to find her. She had sent a private message then using her own account, more modest than Isabel's. She had her own experience ignoring and banning sleazy guys trying to get in touch with her, but she knew that model to model contacts were usually accepted.

"Was it you who fucked my husband yesterday night?" She had started the chat like this but then she moderated her discourse and convinced her to visit.

Once at home, they discussed their affairs, sketched a plan, and went to take they prey.

"Wasn't this what you wanted to see?" His wife told him as both girls got naked and started groping and hugging each other.

Isabel had been honestly apologetic and ensured her he wanted to go back with her so much that only their seduction art and blocking all possible exits had been able to keep him from it. That eased what was originally planed as a cats fight and in no time they clicked.

During their living room talk, they had agreed to fuck in front of him. Their show would lead to a double blowjob and he'd come all over their faces. It was the most unorthodox way she had come up to that angry night. She wanted to erase the bad memories and take any sharing fantasies of him out of his mind.

There he was all tied up. His eyes bulging and his cock like a vigorous poem all hard watching his wife in a lesbian make out.

When they finally kissed, his wife stepped back a little. Isabel was an all-terrain woman. She was indeed the main orgy organizer and one of the personalities of the very wild nights in town. Being bisexual, she was all in for the plan. However, his wife tried, but she wasn't bi. The kissing and all the fondling wasn't pleasant.

They had talked about that possibility and others during their previous chat, and they decided to go for plan B: They both sat side by side resting their backs against the head of the bed, legs wide open, masturbating towards him.

There they were, those two gorgeous women. His wife and Lisbon's pearl looking into his eyes, biting their lips while they stared at his groin. Touching their pussies and rubbing their clits. It was a torture. He wanted to fuck desperately, but he couldn't move, and he didn't try still remembering, and feeling, the treatment his testicles had received earlier.

Isabel came first, and then his wife. He got front row seat for that show.

"Now you leave." She commanded Isabel.

She obeyed without much talking. They kissed and hugged, like new old friends.

Isabel looked at him to say something and his wife told her "No way!". Then she looked right behind him and put a weird and terrified face she kept while she left.

That afternoon, around an hour or so later, Isabel texted her still worried:

19:37 "Hiya!"

19:40 "Look: I've been talking with five of my girls who used him yesterday, as I did. All agree that his fucking was previously unseen at our parties"

19:41 "Maybe not porn caliber, but how he tried to satisfy all of us... and the root of that trunk is like pure steel. Please don't"

19:44 "No need to get him fixed, my friend"

19:51 "I know you don't buy my polyamory ways. Just dump him and send him over to me!"

Right after she closed the door for their guest, she sat in front of his husband's open legs, unfolded in front of him the first aid kit that Isabel had noticed. The alcohol, balls of cotton, white towel, some needle and thread.

Then produced her set of kitchen knives. She hates how these rentals use the worst old silverware and she either buys the best stuff or, if possible, takes very sharp ones with her.

She took the hairband she usually keeps in her left wrist. He always thought it was to fix her hair in a bun but, to his surprise, she tied it tight around his ballsack.

Imagining the worst, he sobbed and tried to plead. She grabbed his balls pulling them down and squeezing hard again, getting him all weak. Even with the pain, he had the biggest of erections she had ever seen.

"One last opportunity." She said. With that, she removed the hairband grip and sat on him. She was so wet that he went right in.

Full weight on his lap, her arms rested on his shoulders. He felt like a torpedo inside her. This time his resistance was gone and, as soon as she totally engulfed his erection, he buckled and came, came, and came.

"That was the right answer." She whispered. Then patted his cheek right before she undid the socks and kissed his trembling lips. "Good boy."

They both had suffered shocking events those days so truce was declared. While her husband's white semen ran down her right inner tight, she untied him. She then lifted him and both fell on the bed all exhausted. He held her tight against him, resting his head over her chest.

She woke up in the middle of the night. Checked on his limp cock resting on her tight, got those text messages and some more.

True. She thought while recalling the most recent events.

23:05 "Reconsidered or new coin purse? I'd still take him... if he's not missing anything, ofc"

She replied briefly:

2:08 "He's safe for now"

2:08 "but you bitches keep away from my husband or I'll change my mind"

Several days later, their rental still had the same eight condoms. The trip was over and they were back home.

He was already back from work and she'd make it a bit later, bringing the groceries from the store. He sat zipper down in front of his old laptop, touching himself while he browsed for ballbusting videos, which now turned him on like hell.

When he heard the door open, he was in full act beating his meat like a maniac. Scared he'd be caught, he rushed to close his laptop, undressed and went to meet her in the kitchen with his raging hard-on already leaking pre-cum.

She gasped when he made her drop her bags and carried her his arms to the bedroom. After her first bounce on their bed, she lifted her skirt and took down her panties. He had never been good at preliminaries and sank his head right away between her legs, sucking and licking her pussy voraciously. She grunted from pleasure and grabbed his head firmly there.

His tongue traced every ridge of her entrance. The meaty feeling of his lips caressing all her private parts was mind blowing. She was wet and he smeared all her juices around his face. His nose poked in her entrance. She felt like a pleasure train had ran over her soul.

When he got back to his knees and opened her legs. She could see how his cock was so ready when he lifted her legs and rammed in, arriving to her deepest insides. He wanted to prove her and himself that he could still last, so he started his love vigorous pounding to her vagina.

Raw minutes of pure drilling were intertwined with slow and intense thrusts. As an interlude, he went back down and ate her again while he inserted his index and ring fingers inside her massaging her inner walls. He then moved next to her and started kissing and licking her neck and breasts while one hand stayed down rubbing. She tensed her body as he increased his pace. His fist was a blur and she came, and came. And she yelled, and yelled. "Oh! Oh! I'm spurting babe! I'm spurting."

He could sense a swelling river down there but he really didn't see, as he had to hold her so that her shaking wouldn't make her fall from the bed.

Slowly, she went back to normal. Panting and breathing heavily.

"You told me that wasn't possible. That it was fake and all pee." He told her. All surprised, she shrugged.

He went back to his knees to mount her but she said "Wait! I know you were jacking off to porn. Out it goes. I want to measure your oil levels."

He didn't take long to comply. Kneeling between her open legs in front of her pulsing pussy, he jerked until erupting intensely. He produced several thick ropes of glorious semen that landed on her tights, hairy groin, and belly.

She considered that his levels were acceptable.