It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host had told of a birthday orgy involving a current top film star, the Theatre Company Manager of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team, the Politician about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale told how a country girl found heaven between her legs.
Chapter Twelve. The Stockbroker's Tale. The Husband's Relapse
Emma came to consciousness the fourth morning with a feeling of well-being glowing throughout her body. She snuggled into the warmth of her self-satisfaction as the events of the previous night began to trickle through to her consciousness. The detail came to her piece by piece and she realised that Bill was still beside her, snoring lightly.
She turned her head to look at him. He was tousled and had morning stubble on his face but he looked peaceful and content. Her hand stole to his groin and gently fingered the flaccid penis which had filled her so often during the night with such joy and exhilaration. Without trying to wake him, Emma lifted the covers to steal a look at his soft penis.
The warm stale smell of sex invaded her nostrils provoking her sensuality. She wriggled herself under the sheets until she could smell his strong musky scent and nuzzled her lips into his hairy thighs, finding the soft tube and drawing it into her mouth. She tingled with arousal as she felt it twitch inside her cheeks, the legs parting slightly with a instinctive reaction.
The whole length was now in her warm mouth and her hands were fondling the large plums in the huge hairy pouch. Throb by throb, the shaft thickened and stiffened as she felt Bill begin to stir. A long sigh announced his approval. He lay on his back, legs now wide apart, enjoying the attention Emma was paying to her new idol of manhood. Bill pushed back the covers to watch her head nodding up and down.
Emma felt his loins begin to rouse, tremble and shake until, with a lunge, he erupted his first seed of the day into her waiting mouth. Emma gulped down the discharge, licking the spent shaft until it began to soften again. She cuddled up in Bill's arms happy and content. He smiled at her.
'Good morning darling! Will you always wake me up in that way?'
'Hello! I will if you like, though sometimes it would be nice if you woke me with something similar.'
He laughed. 'I promise darling.' He went down on her to stimulate her genitals and flick his tongue over her clitoris, until Emma shuddered into a quiet orgasm.
On this fourth morning, the weather was slowly improving, but it looked as though they would be stranded for a day or two more yet. After an eventful night spent by the various couples, breakfast was a lively event, with personal jokes and exchanges of private experiences.
After it, the guests met to hear another tale, this time by Enid.
At thirty-eight, Enid was a high flying, very wealthy stockbroker, and wife of the Laurie, the government minister. She was small, and not particularly pretty, though not unattractive. Slim, dressed this morning in an expensive tweed suit, her fair hair was combed back and tied into a bun. Enid was wearing tortoise shell spectacles, looking for all the world like a school mistress of the Miss Brodie sort.
With pale grey eyes and thin lips, no one who didn't know her intimately would have thought she had any sexy thoughts at all. Though not a recognised beauty, Enid had a voracious appetite for sex and, to make up for her lack of beauty, she had studied and perfected the art of satisfying men. She also had an unquenchable appetite for sperm, collecting it in a liqueur glass, to sip and savour the texture and taste.
Fellatio, erotic stimulation and knowing exactly when to prevent ejaculation and so keep her partner on the brink of sexual agony until they beat their heads and cried out in frustration, was her speciality. She also had a few tricks up her sleeve to increase their arousal. She had ultimate control over her bladder and could trickle urine onto their chests and into their navels and into a wine glass at will, without difficulty.
Emma remembered Enid's naked figure from the group activities. She was not very tall, with sloping shoulders and small rounded breasts, set close together on the front of her chest, with almost girlish pink buds for nipples. Slender hips showed prominent thigh bones, and between them, the sparse light hair covering her flat mound. Her legs were a good length and well proportioned but, like the rest of her body, on the thin side.
The outstanding feature of her body was the surprisingly large bean-shaped clitoris, its tip jutting out from under the prominent dome of flesh, which men found fascinating and loved to suck and nibble like a grape. Some women as well! She was also very good at reaching awe-inspiring orgasms with thrashing limbs, screams and wails as though in her death throes.
A slim vulva barely protected the thin pink gash, with its protruding, small puffed lips. Enid's nectar was quite salty with a faint flavour of mushrooms.
This was her tale.
A city stockbroker, called Charles, was in something of a quandary. His wife's cousin had come up from the country to spend a few weeks with hin and his wife, Amanda, following the death of her husband some weeks earlier from a tragic road accident, leaving her a wealthy widow. His problem was that she was extremely attractive and Charles - who had a weak head where attractive women wearing expensive perfume were concerned - had fallen for her straight away.
Amanda had welcomed her cousin, Rachel, with delight and enthusiasm, since they hadn't met for several years. Both were the same age, and their mothers were identical twins. The cousins were delighted to find that they had many physical similarities. Hair colouring, build, general deportment - all were strikingly similar. Perhaps that was why Charles took to her, though her perfume was most alluring.
The main difference between the cousins though, was their general attitude to life. Whilst Amanda was something of a bimbo - a beautiful butterfly, blonde and simple - Rachel was intelligent and forthright, though no less beautiful. During her marriage she had a number of discreet affairs with distinguished men of equal discretion, whilst Amanda doted only on Charles, ignoring any outside attention from others - of which there had been plenty, though she probably hadn't noticed.
Her husband, however, was not so single minded and recently had been discovered having an affair with one of Amanda's charming friends. There's nothing worse than competition between a woman's friends for her husband's heart - well, his genitals actually! Amanda was heart-broken and it took much persuasion, and a diamond necklace from Charles to persuade his wife that it was just a minor relapse on his part, and that he loved her, and none but her. She believed him. I said she was simple!
Now, by a strange coincidence, always a vital ingredient in these tales, one of Charles's colleagues, also a city stockbroker was seriously affected by Amanda's quiet beauty. He found her irresistible. He doted on her. He dreamed of her. His case was desperate, but there was nothing he could think of which might persuade the lady to return his passion. The coincidence is that Derek had been included as one of the distinguished lovers of Rachel, having finished the affair some time before he first met Amanda.
Lying with her husband in bed on the evening of Rachel's arrival, Amanda asked Charles what he thought of her cousin? A bemused Charles admitted that Rachel was very beautiful, but that he personally was not attracted to her in any way whatsoever. She believed him! He didn't even blush at the lie!
'Oh, lovely!' his wife retorted. 'Then you won't mind if she stays for a week or two?'
Charles heart missed a beat. 'She may stay as long as you wish, darling.' And he immediately started to work out how he could seduce the visitor. The anticipation of sinking his manhood deep into Rachel, affected his enthusiasm and, tentatively feeling his wife's vulva, and finding it rather damp, he drew up her nightie, rolling on top of her to show just how much he adored her. With every stroke, of course, he was thinking of her cousin. Amanda whimpered and oo-ed and ah-ed until she reached the satisfaction of a delicious orgasm - the first one in several weeks, before he discharged, withdrew, rolled over and slept..
It has to be said that Rachel was not altogether immune to Charles's attractions, for he was a handsome man, witty and attentive. And above all, wealthy and distinguished. She was drawn to him. Were he not his cousin's wife, she thought, she would make a play for him, enticing him into bed.
Over lunch the day following Rachel's arrival, Charles admitted to Derek - for that was his colleague's name - that he was really stunned by his sister's cousin. When Derek discovered that they were talking about his previous mistress, Rachel, he persuaded Charles to invite him to join them for cocktails that very same evening, to meet her. And so it was that Derek and Rachel met up again to reignite their association - but as a means of helping each other, for Rachel had not altogether given up on the idea of a sexual fling with Charles.
'We agreed our affair was only a passing whim on both our parts,' he told her when they were alone for a few moments. 'Though I am cut to the heart by Amanda. She dotes so much on the husband, that I am a loss to work out how I am to seduce the wife?'
