The Crew in Crewe

It was shortly before Christmas 2018 and I received an envelope from my husband. Inside I found a note and a return train ticket to Crewe. For those from abroad, Crewe is a town in the north Midlands and is the home of the Bentley motor corporation.

Joanna,

On Wednesday catch the 09.17 to Victoria, from there take the tube to Euston station and get the 12.30 to Crewe. Do NOT miss that train. Take an overnight bag and the contents of the waitrose bag in the implement cupboard. After you get on the train at Euston go to the quiet coach, your seat is booked. Immediately after the first stop (Milton Keynes) go to the large lavatory with the revolving door. Once inside, wait for a knock at the door - a rat-a-tat-tat. Open it, allow the person in, lock the door behind them and do exactly as they tell you.

Once at Crewe make your way to the car park and look for the car you are told about by the first person it will be being driven by a man called Frank. Once again, do exactly as he tells you and also the people he introduces you to.

Enjoy.

As always with my husband the arrangements are detailed and thorough and, as Wednesday approached I found myself almost hopping from one foot to the other in anticipation, not one, not two but at least three contacts and being made to do well, who knows what - something sexy most likely, it was set up by my husband after all.

Billingshurst is a small out of the way station and as I parked my car I realised that I would be travelling for the first part of my journey with some others from the village and the overnight bag I was trundling along behind me told them that I was away for the night. What on earth could I tell them? As my husband brings in the money I have no job to take me away for the night, But I do have friends in the north but then most of them are mutual friends so that wouldn't work. In the end I settled on visiting Mother-in-Law as she was going in for a knee operation. That seemed to work okay but I was asked why my husband wasn't taking me as, after all it is his mother. Pressure of work I retorted.

The tube was a pain - always is - and as I climbed the stairs at Euston station I had butterflies rippling through my tummy. Eventually they announced the platform number and as I made my way to my seat which had been reserved for me and was at the very back of the quiet coach I knew that in about half an hours' time I would be in a large lavatory in the control of a stranger. I looked at the people piling into the carriage and wondered which of them it might be. The train pulled out and, as far as I was concerned, 125 miles an hour wasn't fast enough. I wanted Milton Keynes to come and be gone so I could get on with the job. I found myself constantly looking at my phone to see the time then switching to my Train app to see how far we still had to travel. It was almost obsessive and the man in the seat next to me must have thought I was some form of idiot. If you've never been to Milton Keynes then you'll understand why lots of trains don't stop there. It's basically a series of roundabouts which drive one mad and no one has ever looked forward to pulling out of that station more than me. As we did so I picked up my Waitrose bag, excused myself to the man next to me and felt my knees slightly weak and trembly as I tottered up the aisle.

Wouldn't you know it, there was someone inside so I waited not very patiently, moving my bag from hand to hand and fidgeting insanely. At last the door rolled open and out came an old lady clutching her make-up bag. I went inside, locked the door, lowered the loo seat, sat down and waited... and waited. Five minutes must have passed before there was a rat-a-tat-tat from the other side of the door. I slid it open and there, in all his glory and slipping into the lavatory with me was - you guessed it, I'm sure - the man from the seat next to mine. This was the first time I'd really taken any notice of him other than to say hello. But now, as the door slid closed behind him I took in just how tall he was and, as he hung up his jacket his words were quiet and authoritative.

"Strip please."

"Everything SIR?"

"You can keep your shoes on."

I love stripping in front of strangers - such a thrill. I undid my skirt and laid it on the lavatory seat, then my blouse on top of it. My bra next and finally my panties. Now naked in front of this tall stranger I watched as he reached into his jacket pocket and removed a pair of evil looking nipple clamps. He attached them one by one and swung them gently. They were actually much nicer than I had expected. He bent and kissed each breast in turn whilst pinching my bottom very hard. I wanted to squeal but daren't - train walls are thin. Then he whispered those lovely words.

"Kneel, you know what to do." I certainly did and: I certainly did. I crouched on my haunches and reached up to open his zipper, undid his belt then lowered it all and watched goggle eyed as a long, fairly thin cock emerged, actually more like, uncoiled from within. I clasped his balls and, licking around the tip of his circumcised dick, squeezed them gently, then opened my mouth and brought him all the way home. He was lovely and I knew from the off that he wasn't going to last long but he was very well versed by my lovely husband as he clasped my head really tight and started to fuck my throat. I absolutely love it when a man takes over like that and gives my throat the sort of 'seeing to' I really crave. Some men just let a poor girl do all the work and that's okay, in fact I love that too but it sometimes just doesn't fit with the dominant man bit. Not for me anyway.

I started playing with myself as he pounded ever faster and, as the nipple weights swung to and fro, transferring the weight from one side to the other I could feel him getting very near to orgasm. It's at this point that my husband says I'm able to turn myself into a human Dyson as I can apply such suction as to be mistaken for such a machine. This was no different and I started the process of taking him all the way out and then all the way in, right down my throat, applying my suction technique on the upstroke, he quickly got the idea and I realised that he was about to shoot. I so love tasting sperm that I pushed back against him and got him to the front of my mouth. The first jet hit the back of my oral cavity, then a second on my tongue, a third at the back then a fourth at the front again. There was so much of it and I kept going, milking him of every bit of protein I could find, whilst his head was back and his mouth open as if he'd like to be shouting out but his cries were strangled grunts. His wasn't the fattest weapon I've ever sucked but the way he kept going was very different. Seemingly still ejaculating though nothing was being produced. I'd drained him, cleaned him and sucked the juice from every cavity in his testicles but, seemingly, he wasn't satisfied and continued to fuck my face. It was slightly bizarre but as he slowed his thrusting and then stopped altogether, his member, though floppy, was still big and still way down inside my mouth. I stayed still and waited for him to release me. Eventually though his hands relaxed and he withdrew himself.

"You need to get dressed in the clothes in the bag."

"Yes SIR." I opened it and inside was the simplest outfit I'd ever been asked to wear. It was simply a gabardine raincoat. I slipped it on and packed my clothes away in the bag, ruffled my hair in the mirror then took my fellated man's lead as he opened the lavatory door. It was then that I realised that things were not quite normal as he reached into his pocket and produced a large spanner like key and, opening a high up cupboard at each of the internal doors unlocked them so they could be opened. I must have looked mystified as he shut the last of the cupboards.

"I'm the train manager and my shift starts at Crewe. Till then, I'm your friendly passenger in the seat next door and... whatever I tell you to do, you'll do. Got it?" I realised that I was still under a firm instruction to obey.

"Yes Sir. I'll obey."

This is a diagram of the front seats of a train such as the one we were on, when heading north. I usually travel first class and had been surprised that my ticket had been standard but I now realised why this had happened.

Seats 43 and 44 are set back slightly and are on their own whereas in first class this isn't the case. I was in seat 44, my tormentor was in 43 and the usually very busy quiet coach was actually empty to seats 27 and 28 in spite of the others being reserved as far as Crewe. I now twigged that the soon-to-be train manager had somehow facilitated this so that during our onward progress we would have some privacy. We returned to our seats and no sooner had we got comfortable than he took over.

"Undo the coat." I didn't reply, just unfastened the tied belt then undid the buttons one by one. He pulled it open and fishing inside his pocket pulled out some clover nipple clamps and attached them. Then he dropped the long cold chain so it tugged at my nipples and I let out a small gasp. He picked the chain up and inserted it into my mouth then from his Mary Poppins bag like pockets he produced a string of beads.

"Put those inside you." I spread my legs and pushed them inside me in a line of stimulation that became even more intense as, at the flick of a button on his phone they started to vibrate. To me, the noise seemed so loud that I felt, or rather, feared that everyone could hear but quickly realised that this was only because I could feel them tingling right through me. The rate, pace and rapidity or slowness of the vibrations seemed to be changing at random but, as he took the chain from my mouth and let it drop once more causing me to gasp again I fully realised he was in total control. He unclasped one nipple then started to roll it between his finger and thumb. I was silently moaning with the ecstatic beginnings of what could have led to a very noisy climax which almost materialised when he took my hand and placed it between my legs and indicated for me to rub myself. But it was after he removed the other nipple clamp and started to rub the blood back into that one that it happened. It wasn't big but it was enough to make me wrap my arm around his and bury my face in his jacket to muffle the sound. He indicated his box and I dipped down, still rubbing at myself, unzipped him, extracted his resurrected member, bent over and sucked it once more. He didn't cum again - some men can, some can't but this one was having a lot of fun trying. The attention he was paying to my nipples was working further wonders and I could feel myself willing him to cum. He didn't though and eventually he let me up and tidied himself. By this time we were almost in Crewe and he started to be less formal.

"Go to the lavatory and remove the beads. When you get back I will be gone, so thank you Joanna for a lovely journey."

"No, thank you SIR."

"When you leave the train there will be a black Mercedes Limousine Registration number XXXX. Get in the back and do everything the driver tells you to do. You are in his total control till he hands you on."

"Yes SIR."

And, when I got back to my seat his was empty. I don't know his name or anything about him and as I considered this I noticed the CCTV camera on the ceiling and wondered - just for a moment whether perhaps someone had been watching.

As I left the station that huge black car was parked right across the back of quite a few vehicles in a sort of 'I'm better than all of you' kind of way. The driver got out and opened the rear door for me and I climbed in. I'd never been in a limousine before and the interior looked a little like this, only more modern and with blinds on the windows and a black glass partition between the front and back. (In other words nothing like that)

The door closed behind me and I sat back as the driver climbed into the front seat and started the engine. Through an intercom I heard him cough slightly and then just as we were about to pull away he said in a very commanding voice.

"Remove your coat please." People look at stretched limos, especially when they are parked so selfishly and as the doors all locked I looked around at the expectant faces all gazing in and slowly undid the buttons letting them get the idea that something was afoot, then I shuffled forwards and slowly slipped the coat from my shoulders, then raised myself a little to allow me to pull it from under my bottom and rested it on the seat beside me. I noticed some pointing and a few people taking photographs but then we started to glide away and, as we did so, the blinds began to close preserving what little modesty I had left. Mind you I adore being naked and being humiliated as well so this was actually getting me going once more.

After about twenty minutes the car came to a halt I know not where but the driver got out and climbed into the back with me. He shuffled over to the middle, then pointed in a way that I knew meant 'over you go' and over I went, my bottom high up in the air, my nipples crushed between breast and leather seat and the hand that was about to spank me belonging to the second stranger to 'abuse' me in one day. 'How many more?' I wondered and then the spanking began. Very light and gentle, almost a tease but he alternated nicely from cheek to cheek and kept this up for all of five minutes but then a batch of maybe a dozen very hard spanks landed and I winced a little but craved more so as he backed off I pushed my bottom yet higher and he got the hint and really laid into me. There must have been a hundred spanks on each buttock and, by the time he stopped, you could have roasted a tomato on one buttock and melted chocolate on the other. Then, and only for the second time he spoke.

"Shortly I'll be taking you to the house and there my boss is going to deal with you properly" he started to undo his belt and slip it through the loops of his trousers "My job is to get you fully warmed up" he was wrapping the belt around his hand "with my hand and then with this." The assault started almost immediately, was blistering in pace and level and was sustained. My entire bottom was covered from coccyx to nates and back, he was thoroughly covering every square inch and I was growling through gritted, appreciative teeth. I could feel his boner rising beneath me as he pulled and tweaked my nipples with his spare hand but he never flinched in belting me. It was breathtaking and certainly took my breath away. As he started to ease up I pushed back up a little and this unleashed a tirade of about twelve really hearty slaps that nearly brought tears to my eyes. He stopped and pulled me up then opened his legs.

"Thank me."

"Yes Sir." I opened his trousers, fished inside his shorts and pulled out the second lovely cock I'd been with that day. Gripping its manly erectness at the base I licked all around the tip then rested back on my haunches, felt the heat against the coldness of my shoes and took him all the way down in a single, throat invading, grateful move. He wasn't that big but was very stiff and as I fellated him I could tell he too wasn't going to last long so I cradled his balls and pumped for all my head bobbing skills were worth and sure enough within a few minutes he was gripping my head and ejaculating lusty words from his lungs and delicious spunk from his cock. I was having a lovely time. Naked in a limo with a stranger cumming in my head, my bottom sore and the day nowhere near over.

I was so wracked with guilt but, God I love my husband. And even stranger events were yet to follow.

I put my coat back on and then the car floated us away in a sea of luxury down some winding country lanes and then through a giant pair of electric gates and up to a lovely manor housen sweeping around the shrub filled roundabout and crunching to a halt outside a large porch with a pair of heavy oak doors both of which were wide open. The chauffeur opened my door and I stepped out.

"I'll bring your bag madam."

"Thank you." Now I was really confused. A few moments before I'd been calling him Sir and now he was calling me madam. No matter. A butler was waiting in the doorway.

"Welcome Madam. Please follow me." I know this trick, when they say follow me they mean for you to walk in front of them and be guided by their words not their bodies so they say things like 'if Madam would care to take the door on the left' or 'it's straight down the hallway Madam'. So I knew how to behave and, sure enough he followed me down the hall and then chimed in

"Sir William will be waiting for you in the library to your left." I stepped inside and saw a fairly young looking man. I always expect the real 'sir's', the hereditary ones to be fusty and old but this one was quite well known, about forty, very well-dressed, tall and jolly handsome.

"Miss Yummymeusli, sir."

"Ah good yes thank you Peter. Have you been 'warmed up' Joanna?"

"Yes SIR."

"Have Michael join us, would you Peter."

"Certainly sir." Sir William rose from his desk and approached, his hand proffered for a handshake. I took it and almost felt I should curtsey but resisted.

"We meet, at last, Joanna. I've been eagerly anticipating this afternoon for many weeks now. I have a lot arranged for you." A man entered the room slightly out of my line of sight but even in peripheral vision I could tell he was a very tall, heavily built man. Sir William turned towards our new guest. "Joanna, this is Michael, Michael, Joanna."

We shook hands and said hello. Peter, the butler appeared in the room.

"Now Joanna, in a moment I'm going to ask you to undress Michael and get him very erect and excited. Are you okay with that?"

"Well, yes Sir."

"There's a reason which will become clear. My tastes are not very ordinary."

"Fortunately, neither are mine Sir."

"Good, off you go." I moved towards him. He was well dressed in that oh so modern way of very expensive jeans with crisp white open neck shirt with double cuffs and cufflinks. I started with them and they were very fiddly but he helped me a bit but then I decided to get his trousers off first so sank to my knees and unfastened his trouser catch, zip and started to ease them down his legs. They seemed to come to a halt around his knees so I slipped his shoes off and then tugged his jeans away. I stayed down there and looked up at him, smiling slightly. He smiled back and I rose and undid the buttons of his shirt, taking my time and working down from the top. His chest was hairy and deep and as I pushed the garment from him his broad, thickset shoulders his upper frame came into view. Down below I could already tell that his large chest and broad shoulders were entirely matched by the contents of his boxer shorts and as I rubbed the outline of his cock and balls I could feel it growing against my ministrations. Once more I dropped to my knees, this time though to reveal the prize that lay within. I reached up and slid my fingers into the elastic of his boxer shorts and slowly slid them down, inserting a hand inside to manually manouvre his piece out into the open air. It was huge and already very stiff. I stood and gripping his cock started to pump it up and down.

"Would you take Joanna's coat please Peter."

Yes sir." I let go of Michael and undid the belt and buttons of my coat. It flapped open and Michael's eyes darted over what was inside. The butler stood behind me and slipped it from my shoulders and off so that I was now standing, naked in front of 3 men I'd never met before.

"Joanna, I'd like you to bend over and start sucking his penis." I licked my lips. And looked up at Michael who nodded. I bent and started to lick all around that lovely cock, making it wet all the way up and down, then, as is my wont, opened my mouth and throat and took him all the way in. I love fellating men and they're all special but few are as special as Michael. His cock was not only large but very hard and unusually so but he also had simply huge testicles which I cradled and rolled in my hands.

"Peter, take the riding crop and beat her bottom please."

He said nothing but very shortly afterwards I felt the first of very many expertly applied swats from what I later saw to be a very broadly tipped crop. I adore a heavy cropping and, already warmed by the chauffeur, this one was slightly distracting me from my main task. I screwed up my eyes and concentrated my mind as though in an exam and increased the speed of my efforts with the lovely piece of man meat in my mouth.

"Michael, please let me know when you are close to orgasm." There was no reply but I increased the rate of my bobbing and the butler did likewise with my bottom and the crop. I squeezed those balls a little harder and, right on queue Michael piped up.

"I'm close sir."

"Good, Joanna, stop sucking and kneel with your mouth open in front of Michael's penis he is going to ejaculate into it. You are going to act out the end of a porno movie for me." The cropping ceased and I took up my position in front of and slightly below Michael's lovely cock, my mouth open like a fledgling sparrow, one hand between my legs the other stroking his balls as he wanked himself into a lathered frenzy of gasps and squelchy pumping and then, with a definite pump down the shaft the first spurt hit the back of my mouth, then a second against and slightly up my nose, a third in my eye and it just kept on cumming. Masses of it and as much as I swallowed more appeared and I swallowed it all. Loving every last drop. Of course it did eventually stop but I licked him clean and watched as he dressed. I sat back, feeling the remaining heat on my backside against my heels.

"You may put your coat on Joanna."

"Thank you Sir." The butler helped me into it, a prominent bulge existing as testament to his predilections. I thanked him.

"You may both leave us." They left the room and closed the door. "Now, I want you to use this phone to text John. He is standing by waiting for it." This was a departure from the norm. I tapped the number in and sent of the message 'Hi'

A few seconds later the message came back:

Joanna,

Something new and testing is about to happen. I won't tell you what it is as I know you love surprises but it will test you - be sure of that. You now have to decide whether you trust me to have made the right choice in extending your range of punishments. A simple text saying yes is all I need and one saying no will also be respected without any consequences. Take your time but not too long.

J

So, a stark choice: do I trust my husband to put me through a new ordeal or do I back away. I know I trust him totally - I wouldn't have been there at all otherwise and had three lovely cocks to drain and two beatings. On the other hand it might be that I was about to be used in an unacceptable way. But then there was this other 'thing' that stood between my husband and I: my secret. Part of me wanted it to be a command to allow myself to be fucked and fucked properly, not face fucked but right inside me fucked. That would make it his decision and all the easier for me to deal with infidelity. I knew what to do. I tapped his number. One simple word

'YES'

I handed the phone to Sir William. It rang almost immediately and there followed a short conversation.

"Yes, I understand, thank you." He put the phone on a side table. "Open your coat please." I undid the sash, then the buttons. It fell open and he moved right into my personal space. He gripped a nipple between each finger and thumb and twisted them hard. It was lovely and painful too but nothing new. "Slip it off and hand it to me." I did so and, naked once more, watched as he draped it over a large sofa then crossed to a bureau, retrieved a pair of handcuffs, again, nothing new. "Hands behind your back" He fastened them around my wrists so now I was truly helpless. He was looking down at me, his eyes now stern and a little frightening and then IT happened...

He SLAPPED my face - very hard. And that was new. No-one has ever done that to me before. It hurt and I almost cried out but managed to remain silent, stoically looking him in the eye but then he did it again, and then again. I could feel my cheeks becoming hot and I wanted to run. I knew he could see the shock on my face but that didn't stop him. He slapped me continuously for about a minute and then started slapping my breasts. My cheeks were hot and burning but, strangely I was beginning to, well, not enjoy it exactly but to feel something stirring and the breast slaps were getting exciting as well, the more so when he started to use the tips of his fingers to slap my nipples. Then he started alternating. A cheek, then a breast, a nipple then the other breast and then a bout of face slapping. It was all so intense and terrifying but in an exciting way and as he built up to a very heady climax I could feel my whole body tingling and I actually didn't want it to stop but he slowed the pace and then stopped altogether. I was breathless and in a bit of a daze. He stepped back.

"I'm going to cane you now."

"Right" was all I could manage. My breasts, my nipples, my cheeks all sore and stimulated and oh my God, I so wanted to cum.

"Bend over." It is awkward bending when one's arms are handcuffed behind one but I did so only to be told... "Bend your knees." and I could see why as it makes the buttocks much more taught, it stretches the flesh and makes a sharper curve. He picked up a cane, a long straight handled one. Came to my side and started to tap his distance.

"You will receive twelve. I won't spare the horses and make all the noise you want. Try and be still." I have to admit to being slightly deflated at the news that I was only to receive twelve when twenty four or thirty six are my usual dessert.

The first whistled through the air and landed with a heavy crack and then I understood why the small number. It was simply amazing. The pain spread out like ink through blotting paper and filled my backside with trepidation and yes, I did cry out. Very unusual for me. The second was every bit as testing and the third much the same, a little lower and very harsh, the fourth and fifth kept the progress going nicely down towards my sit spot and the sixth was exactly where a crease would be if I were standing.

There was a pause as he undid the handcuffs and my aching arms flopped down and I shook them out.

"Grip your shins." I clasped them wondering what on earth could follow that but then the seventh whistled in and proved just how experienced this man was. It landed exactly on and even in the first. I howled aloud as I realised I was heading over the top, the chemicals rushing round my body like a swarm of angry wasps. The next landed precisely on the second and I started to feel that combination of pain and ecstasy, the buzz that addicted gamblers must feel, the one that drives them back time after time. The ninth found perfect symmetry with the third and I started to push my bottom out even more, needing yet harder treatment. My master did not disappoint as the tenth found a warm handshake with the fourth, the eleventh with number five and finally, yes finally the twelfth. I'm sure you've guessed where that one landed but it was an absolute corker. The cream on the pudding, so to speak and it started my fireworks, lit me up sending me skywards.

"Lie flat on your back on the coffee table." He pointed towards a long, low marble table in the middle of the room. I edged towards it knowing that its cold surface would be freezing against my hot, streaky welts. I sat, it was stunning. The cold making my body hiss inwardly. I swung my legs up and lay down, my calves and feet overhanging one end.

"Would you masturbate please."

"I thought you'd never ask." He unfastened his trouser and produced a cock that wasn't that wide but was long and very hard.

"Open your mouth." I was expecting him to fuck my face but whilst one of my hands worked my nipples over the other was deep in my pussy, the palm rubbing my sweet spot and as he was above me masturbating his own cock and doing so with some enthusiasm I realised I wasn't going to get his meat in my mouth just the gravy. But hey, who am I to complain? I'd already had three contributions that day and was at least about to get the protein. His hand beat that meat at an ever faster rate as his other hand mauled my breasts and pinched my nipples. I felt my own orgasm start its way through me. It was as though I were a dingy tackling the bow wave of a ferry, it just went on and got bigger and to make it even more intense that cock above me began to deliver all of its sticky goo. It didn't jet under pressure but dribbled and dribbled lots of it into my yawning mouth. I found myself gurgling and growling as my back arched and my fingers fucked myself, the uncontrollable fire raging and ripping through me as wave after wave of lusty, satisfying surges that ground out my final gasps and fingers of orgasm.

We were both pretty exhausted and there was a slightly awkward moment as we both 'sobered up' so to speak. I darted a look at his dick now slightly less erect.

"May I?" I ventured, licking my lips in a rather crude fashion.

"Please do." I sat up a little and, opening my mouth, took him all the way in licking every last drop from his lovely cock, making sure to run my tongue under his foreskin and in so doing getting little gasps from him. I finished, we dis-entwined. He tucked himself away and zipped up whilst I shakily rose to my feet.

"Would you like to put your coat on?" He was holding it out. I took it

"Thank you." He rang a bell.

"We'll have some tea then I'll get someone to take you to your hotel. I will join you for supper later. There are clothes in the wardrobe at the hotel along with some other things to amuse you and, perhaps, us."

* * *

Later he joined me for dinner. A little earlier I had found three lovely evening dresses in my bedroom wardrobe each from the same haute couture house in Paris. They clearly had all my measurements as each one fitted perfectly. I chose a slinky, clingy, low cut number: sexy but restrained. We chatted easily and got on well, the food was delicious, the wine divine.

"May I ask you a question?" He asked

"You just did." I replied then added "Of course."

"What would I have to do to be invited to your room after dessert?" I was tempted to say 'nothing, just follow me up the stairs' but thought for a moment instead.

"Well now, that's an easy one to answer..."

"Go on."

"Well, err, what you did earlier..." My voice trailed off.

"I did a lot of things earlier."

"Yes, but the new thing."

"Slapping your face?"

"Yes."

"What about it?"

"Well I'd like you to remove your rings and... well... do it again only... well, harder, much harder and I'd like to feel not only the flat of your hand but the back of it as well."

"I see. Anything else?" He picked up his phone and clicked it on then sent a text. Almost immediately my own text buzzer went.

Joanna,

This is almost a repeat of my earlier text...

Something new and testing is about to happen. I won't tell you what it is as I know you love surprises but it will test you - be sure of that. You now have to decide whether you trust me to have made the right choice in extending your range of amusements. A simple text saying yes is all I need and one saying no will also be respected. Take your time but not too long.

J

"Gosh." Was all I could manage. Another new thing. Another danger and yet the danger I faced earlier had been a truly wonderful and eye-opening experience. Surely I could now trust these two men, my husband John and Sir William. I texted back the one word I knew hubby would expect 'YES'. Sir William's phone buzzed and he smiled as he read it.

"Good. Wise choice."

Of course the rest of the meal was sheer agony, wondering what on earth the surprise might be. Previously I was going to ask him if he would fuck my face instead of dribbling but, 'if that was the new thing' I thought... but thought again 'that's not new to me but perhaps to him given what happened earlier'. I was in a right old muddle so when the meal finally came to an end I was pleased when he suggested I go upstairs and freshen up.

The hotel building was very old and rather grand, the walls thick, the carpets almost as thick, the spa bath huge and placed in the main room, but it was a suite with a sitting room and a separate bathroom with wet area, lavatory and bidet, the cocktail cabinet well stocked and the whole place had an air of luxury that only comes with spending money - lots of it. I poured myself a small whisky and soda, had a pee, washed the privates and sat - waiting. I didn't have to wait long and, as William entered the room, I rose.

"Can I pour you a drink?"

"Small cognac please." I went to the cocktail cabinet, facing away from him, and I started to pour his drink. I heard him crossing the room then felt his lips at my neck and his hand at the zip of my dress. He slipped it down and then, still kissing my neck ever-so-gently, his arms surrounded me and a jolt of electricity went through me as he slowly and deftly removed his rings. 'Wow' I thought, 'he's going to do it'. As he withdrew his arms from around me my dress slid off my shoulders and fell around my ankles. Naked but for panties, I turned and handed him his brandy.

"Sir."

"Thank you." He stepped back. "Panties." I slipped them off. "Come here." I moved towards him, not quite invading his space. "Closer." I entered his intimate zone and he lifted my right breast with his left hand then slapped his right hand down on it and hard then he slapped my face with about the same force as earlier but the back hand was much harder. Then he started in earnest slapping my face this way and that, my breasts up and down, nipples pinched and slapped, then the face again. In all, the assault must have lasted no more than a minute and half but at the end of it my adrenalin rush and my wicked hormones were doing their best to bring me off. Nothing 'new' so far though.

"Lie on the bed with your head hanging over the edge." I said nothing but complied and then watched as, upside down to me, he disrobed. Jacket, tie, shirt, shoes, socks, trousers, and finally boxer shorts. If anything he was even harder than earlier and as he slipped into my mouth and then found my smooth muscle and penetrated further I felt his body meeting my own, full length and his lips started nipping at my labia, first one then the other. I almost protested as that's never been allowed before but I'd said yes and so let it continue wondering why I was doing so as it does nothing for me.

I should explain that my husband is a breasts and bottom man. To him, the vagina is for accepting a cock and giving birth and, although he had gone down on me a few times it had always been clear that he didn't particularly enjoy it and it did nothing for him so did little for me. As a result it almost never happened.

But this guy was clearly a face, breasts, nipple, bottom and pussy guy because he was giving me sensations I had never felt before. We sort of mutually shuffled further onto the bed and his ministrations became more adventurous, his tongue penetrating me - another first - and, in the process making me squirm like a virgin. I tried to concentrate a bit on his cock but the feelings were massively overpowering and as my orgasm ravaged through me I felt the fucking motion in my throat become more urgent. I badly wanted his spunk but I was too busy screaming and tearing at my own nipples to even notice that his cock had left my mouth and that he was waltzing me around a dancefloor of brand spanking new feelings. It was incredible and 'how' I wondered later 'would I live without it'. He slowed up his tongue and, our sweaty bodies still connected, he started to stroke my thighs slowly bringing my breathing to almost normal. We dis-entwined and I turned, weak-kneed to move up the bed next to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, his arm around me.

"That was... " I paused, not for effect but to try and find the right adjective "well, I don't believe what just happened. Nothing like it has ever happened before."

"I'll take my reward in a moment." I looked down at his still massively engorged member.

"Yes, give me a few minutes then I'll deal with that."

"We'll see. Just close your eyes." And I did.

Later I found myself slowly emerging from a very deep sleep. My head was still on his shoulder.

"You're awake. Good."

"Goodness, what time is it?"

"11.30."

"Oh no, I'm sorry, I slept for an hour."

"Yes." He turned his head to face me. "May I stay for the night? Sleep here with you?"

"Yes, please do."

"Good. I'll tell the driver he can go."

"You mean he's been waiting all this time?"

"Yes, he always does." He sent a text.

"One other thing." I said

"Yes?"

"I'm going to do something else I've never done without permission before and I'm not asking for any this time but it involves you using the bidet. Then I can get you very stiff again."

"Goodness... are you offering what I think you're offering?"

"Almost certainly."

"It is the most amazing feeling. Are you sure? For all of the breadth of your experience you still seem quite naive."

"It's a thing I'd like to do with you. The face slapping too. I like that with you. Not sure I want it with anyone else."

"If you're sure."

"I am." He left and closed the bathroom door behind him. I mused about what was to follow. Not just the bottom licking but the blow job I could look forward to: 'will he grip my head tight?' I wondered, 'cum over me, in me, over my face', 'Would I ever have the feelings that had just an hour before been given me?' At that stage I couldn't know what to expect but as he re-entered the bedroom my assertion that I would need to lick his anus to get him hard again was turned into a heavy load of bollocks as, one of the stiffest erections I have ever seen made its way towards me.

"How do you... you... well, how do you want to do this?"

"Whatever's best for you."

"Well, how about I kneel up on the bed." He climbed up and knelt facing the headboard as I moved to the bottom of the bed. He knelt, then spread his legs very wide. I licked my finger and rubbed it against his tight, puckered hole. He sighed and let out a small gasp. I spread his cheeks even wider and moved in. I started licking the inner cheeks, then above, then below and carried on this teasing for quite a few minutes before extending my tongue as far as I could and licking the actual hole. He gasped aloud as I enjoyed my newly found task. I reached underneath and gripped the shaft of his worryingly stiff cock and started pumping it back and forth. I'd done this before but only with my husband's approval and it had always been a bit lame but this man was really getting off on it with his grunts and groans making me wonder about the size of the soon to be swallowed explosion.

"When you fuck my face" I said "would you like a finger up there?"

"Well actually, now you mention it, there is something else.... Only if you wouldn't mind."

"Try me." I started licking again.

"Well I had something placed in the bottom drawer of the closet."

"I'll look shall I?"

"Yes please. It was only in the hope that... and there's nothing compulsory, err, only if you want to." I was at the drawer in a trice, I opened it and there was a bag and inside some lubricant and a shiny new strap-on dildo. I looked at it with some awe. I'd only ever used one of them on my husband and Billie (see the episode 'Portugal') before but my husband could never take something as realistic and big as this. I looked at it a bit closer. Somehow it looked familiar.

"I'd love to. Turn over and lift those legs." Now in charge I was loving it. "How many times can you cum?"

"At the moment, quite a few. I haven't had sex with anyone for a very long time. I can't get it up without the face slapping and not many women will allow it. It was only when I met John at a very drunk post shoot soiree that I mentioned my problem. He immediately thought of you."

It was about this point that I had the strap-on strapped on and was cozying up behind him. I lubed his hole and the prosthetic, pushed my finger inside a little way then replaced it with the dildo, slowly entering him. I pushed against his upright legs and watched his lovely cock bob-bob-bobbin' away as I slowly started to fuck him. This was fantastic fun. Watching his handsome face screw up in delight as I moved in and out, back and forth. Of course what I hadn't expected was the effect the thrusting would have on me. It was, after all, pushing against my clitoris and pubic bone. I could feel my own temperature rising faster than usual so soon after such a big orgasm. He was gasping aloud but I knew I wanted to swallow that cock. I undid the strap-on from me and, continuing the fucking motion with my hand, I moved to his side and swallowed his, now impressively needy cock whole. From tip to base in one fell swoop. His cries became higher, louder and more urgent and I could sense that this was going to be dramatic. He was bucking up and into my mouth, his cock head entering my throat each time.

"I've never had anything like this." He shouted. "Oh my good God, I think I'm going to..." His voice trailed off just as I started to fellate him ever faster and deeper "I'm going to CUM." He cried and as he said it I felt the first spout, not a dribble this time but a full on porno movie squirt of thick, creamy cum. Another thrust and another jet, then again. He must have dumped a years' worth of seed in my head. Much, much more than earlier in the day - something to do with the dildo and the prostate I concluded - and as his cries diminished I watched in fascination as his toes curled and uncurled, seemingly in an unconscious statement of ecstasy. I felt rather pleased with myself.

We climbed into bed and we slept a bit, played a bit, messed around. He licked me out again and I got one more load out of him but then sleep overtook us and we didn't rise till eleven the next day, having bathed together, dried each other and had a lovely time.

Now for the quandary: how on earth do I break it to my husband that he needs to learn a new skill and also tell him about the breaking of my vow?