A couple of days after my little tea party with my wife, Marge, and her naughty friends, I received an email from Sarah, another from her circle, a very respectable schoolteacher in her late 40s. Intrigued, I opened it to find a short message with several attachments of Sarah in various stages of undress. She had been talking to Angie, she said, and she wondered if I was available for a tea party she was holding for a select group of friends from school the following Thursday. If so, perhaps I would like to call round on Sunday morning when her husband was playing his usual round of golf to discuss arrangements, and for her to check that all the equipment was to her satisfaction.
Without thinking I said yes, how about 10 o'clock, but afterwards I wondered how I was going to explain this to Marge. No point in worrying, I thought, what's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose, or in this case the other way round. What I didn't know was that she had asked Marge if this would be okay, and had only emailed me once she had got the green light.
Later that same evening in bed, when Marge and I were cuddling after a very nice fuck session, she giggled, and said to me just before we fell asleep, "Well, I expect you will be going round to see Sarah on Sunday; I don't think you will be disappointed, my love. Oh, and while I remember, you will have to fix your own supper on Friday. Angie phoned me last night to say that Martin β you remember him, the delicious young coach from the tennis club β will be round at her house that evening, and she invited me and Pam round for some fun. He's gorgeous, and he has such a beautiful cock, and he can keep going for hours so I expect we'll all be well fucked before the night is over."
I was a bit nonplussed by this, but also rather aroused, and I remembered the excitement of finding out about my wife's secret sex life. "You have a good time, my darling, and enjoy Martin's wonderful cock," I said, "as long as you tell me all about it when you get home on Saturday. I'll be waiting in bed, cock in hand, ready to hear every detail."
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That was how I find myself ringing the doorbell of Sarah's house on the crack of ten o'clock on a bright Sunday morning, slightly nervous, but also rather excited as I imagined what might happen. Sarah answered the door dressed in a silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, which did little to hide her ample breasts, her nipples making little points in the material.
"Come on in, Alan," she said, "and close the door behind you. Jim won't be back for at least four hours, and I expect he will just fall asleep in a chair after his exertions on the nineteenth hole, so we can have some fun without interruption."
She led me into the sitting room, which was at the back of the house, and sitting down on a sofa, suggested that I might like to remove my clothes.
"One of my colleagues, Vanessa, has a very special birthday this week," she said, "and my friends and I would like to give her a very special present. I have been told, that you are very well equipped to give a lady a great time, but I do like to sample the goods before I buy, so I thought what better time than this morning to check you out for myself."
"I don't think you will be disappointed," I said, as I took off my shirt, followed by my shoes and socks, before undoing my belt, and dropping my trousers, leaving me totally naked β I had gone commando in anticipation of what I hoped was going to happen. As I have told you before, one of my favourite masturbatory fantasies was to be nude in the presence of clothed or partially clothed women, and my cock was already standing to attention.
"Mmmm, very nice," she said, undoing the belt of her robe, to reveal a pair of gorgeous breasts, and a neatly trimmed bush framing her inviting looking pussy, "the reports were no exaggeration. Come over here, and let me have a feel of that delicious looking weapon."
She leaned forward to get a better look, and needing no further invitation, I went and stood in front of her, with my legs apart, and my cock waving just a few inches in front of her face. She put out a right hand, and ran her fingernails up the inside of my left thigh from my knee up to my groin, before cupping my balls, feeling their weight and fullness, murmuring her approval in a low voice.
She then tried to circle the base of my shaft with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand, obviously pleased at its thickness, and slowly licked me from my balls to the crown, before taking the head between her lips and sucking gently, making me grow even harder.
"You taste nice too," she said, "I do like a man to taste nice as well as looks and feel good. But that will do for now, we can continue later in the comfort of my bedroom. First, I must show you the kitchen, and explain how everything works. You will find everything ready on Thursday, cucumber sandwiches, and little cream cakes, and of course, the birthday cake, but I want everything to go smoothly before we move on to the main course."
Once we had finished in the kitchen, Sarah led me upstairs to her bedroom. On the bed were a pair of very brief wet look shorts, and a collar, to which was attached a leash. She pointed to the shorts, and said, "Your uniform, go on pick them up and try them for size."
When I picked the shorts up I discovered that they were open both front and back, with a removable thong, held in place by Velcro fasteners. As instructed, I put them on, fitting my now semi-erect cock into the thong with some difficulty, but managing in the end. I must admit that when I looked at myself in the full length mirror facing the bed, I thought that I looked rather good.
"And the collar," Sarah instructed, "I want to see the whole effect, although you do look very sexy. I can't wait to see my friends faces when Vanessa removes the thong. Now come over here."
She went over to a fitted cupboard beside the bed, and opened the door to reveal one of the largest collections of sex toys I had ever seen. It was just like a sex shop. There were dildos and vibrators of all shapes, sizes and colours, all carefully arranged on padded shelves covered in purple silk. There were also a number of whips, and paddles, and wrist and ankle restraints, and several strap-on dildos, again in a variety of sizes.