This story is the second in a series of events that have actually taken place over the last two years. Although names are fictitious to protect the ‘not-so-innocent’, places and events are factual. I have put ‘pen to paper’ for three reasons: i) to preserve the images and memories in our minds; ii) to share the images with you. Had I not experienced these events first hand, I would not have believed what is written, and probably treated these words as fiction; and iii) what has happened over that last couple of years has injected even more excitement into our sex lives – so much so, that even as I trace back over the images and transpose to text, I have to periodically stop and relieve myself – with the help if my lovely wife, Tanya, of course. So, read and enjoy in the knowledge that the words are relating true events; and when you feel stirring in your loins, feel free to relieve yourselves of any stress that may be swelling up.
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Since our Tenerife holiday, our sex life has flourished. Tanya’s more liberal attitude allowed us to experiment with sex toys, new positions and even more erotic fantasies. But, in the three months since our holiday, we’ve stayed strictly monogamous, and we were both quite content to keep it that way.
We received an invite to visit and stay for a weekend at Steve and Jan’s smallholding in South Wales. Jan was one of Tanya’s old school friends from way back, and had always kept in touch, usually by telephone and, on the very rare occasion, the adhoc visit.
Steve had just completed an extension to the house to incorporate two additional bedrooms, an extra bathroom and a sauna, and had decided to celebrate with a party. They had invited a handful of old friends, many of whom neither Tanya or I had seen since our school days.
We accepted the invite and two weeks later, on a warm, sunny Thursday afternoon, we found ourselves driving down the M4 and across the Severn Bridge.
The welcome was tremendous. Hugs, kisses and traditional Welsh fuss and hospitality. As soon as we unpacked our travel case, we found ourselves on the patio with a couple of long tall glasses of ice-cold white wine.
”Well, this is nice,” Tanya commented as she sipped her wine, admiring the view.
”Yes, it’s beautiful this time of year, especially when the young foals are running about in the field.” Jan went on to describe how the smallholding was becoming more like a small farm. The cattle herd was numbering more than a hundred head, their six horses had just given birth to two foals between them, and the geese were having a free run of the yard, cackling as they hurried past, heading for the pond.
“Looking forward to meeting some of the guys tomorrow,” I told Steve. “I haven’t seen most of the guys since, oh, must be 1984,” I commented.
“Yeah, should be a wild one,” Steve took a sip of his drink. He went on to describe how the group had begun to meet regularly, once every other month and had begun to beef up the party atmosphere. “The guys are really looking forward to seeing you two again, that’s for sure.”
“Yes, and Phil sends his love to you too Tanya,” Jan chuckled.
Phil Davies was an old flame of Tanya’s. They were a serious item until I came along and whisked her away from his greasy little fingers. I could never tell though, if Tanya had ever made out with Phil. I had asked several times in the early days of our relationship, but she had always avoided answering the question telling me ‘not to be so silly’ and ‘you shouldn’t be asking me questions like that’ but, a guy’s gotta know what a guy’s gotta know.
After more drinks, news and gossip, we decided to go inside the house before the midges feasted upon us.
Tanya and Jan sat on the sofa, looking at old photographs whilst Steve took me on a tour of his handiwork.
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“Hey Tanya, that sauna looks so inviting,” I said as we sauntered backed into the lounge.
“I’ll fire it up. It’ll be ready in a half-hour. We’ll have a quick sauna before we hit the sack tonight,” Steve insisted.
“Sounds great,” I said as I winked at Tanya and a million neurons flashed through my brain, giving my loins a slight stir.
Tanya gave me a slow wink in return and I knew we were going to have a good fuck that night.
Tanya and I stripped naked and wrapped in large white bath-sheets, then entered the sauna where Steve and Jan were already waiting.
“Here, sit here, but before you sit, make sure the towel is between the bench and your skin, it gets quite hot,” advised Jan as Steve dowsed the coals with water and menthol, causing a cloud of steam to rise, hissing loudly and raising the temperature several degrees.
Jan had stretched out on the bottom bench, her towel loosely covering her large breasts. Jan, with brown hair and eyes, look a typical Welsh farmer’s wife – strong and built like a proverbial out-house. Although she was probably 20 to 30lbs overweight, it wasn’t flab. Her arms were as big as mine, and her 5’5” frame carried at least 160lbs. Her face wasn’t likely to win her a Miss Wales competition, but she wasn’t a ‘Plain Jane’ either.
Steve, an ex policeman, was super fit. He had six-packs on his six-packs, but again, even with his black wavy hair and dark brown eyes, he was no male model.
But, with all that said, they were the salt of the earth, and great friends.
Steve was stretched out on the top bench. Perspiration ran down his forehead, he sat up making room for Tanya and me.
“Better loosen that towel Tanya,” advised Jan, “or you’ll pass out in no time.”
Tanya did as she was advised and laid her head on my lap, her right leg resting on the lower bench, her left, bent at the knee, fitted between Steve’s right calf and the sauna’s bulkhead. Her towel, now loose across her chest, had given way at her thighs and had there been a little more light in the sauna, would have given Steve full view of Tanya’s shaven, tattooed and pierced pussy.
We relaxed in the warmth and few words were spoken. After twenty minutes or so, I decided to slip out for a cold shower to take away some of my body heat. As I stood, my towel unwrapped itself and fell to the floor.
“Ooh, tasty,” said Jan, as she let out a snigger.
Steve raised his head to see what was tasty, “Getting a bit boisterous aren’t we?” he laughed.
I reached down to pick up the towel when Tanya gave my ass a playful slap.
“Right!” I snapped, playfully, as I pulled Tanya’s towel from her, letting it open up to reveal her nakedness.
“Jan’s got some of them too,” added Steve as he reached down and pulled away Jan’s towel.
Within seconds, all were naked, with towels either in hand or flung on the floor.
Laughing and giggling, we settled down, only now our towels were in use only to wipe away beads of perspiration from our bodies.
“I think I’ll take a shower to cool off,” I said to break the shy silences. I stood again and picking up my towel, headed for the shower, closing the sauna door quickly as to conserve the moist heat.
The cold water hammered my back, taking my breath away in the process. I managed no more than half a minute before I gave it up and re-entered the sauna.
Jan was sat on the upper bench now with Steve’s arm around her shoulder, his fingers playing with her right breast. Tanya was sat on the lower bench, legs slightly parted, her pierced labia clearly visible, pouting through her pussy’s outer lips.
I knelt between Tanya’s knees. Kissing her, my swelling cock gently nudged her pussy, and with a slow, gentle push, her moist vulva parted as my cock slid into her folds of skin, moist with her own juices and perspiration.
“I think it’s time for bed,” suggested Jan as she took Steve’s hand and led him into their bedroom.
“Sounds like a good idea to me too,” I whispered in Tanya’s ear. We stood, took a quick shower, and went to our room where we made love.
As I rested on top of Tanya’s hot body, my cock sliding in and out of her vagina, I reminded her of the fun we’d had in Tenerife and that we may get a similar opportunity this weekend.
The memories and thought suggestions were making her pussy juice’s flow. Her groans were beginning to become more audible, and her vagina began to pulse as she came to orgasm with a strong climax.
My cock couldn’t hold out much longer, and as I told Tanya I was about to cum, she ordered me to spray it over her face.
I knelt over her chest and as she slowly pulled on my cock, I could feel the swell of semen rush through my loins, exploding over Tanya’s face, hair and breasts. She raised her head and licked the tip of my cock, making me squirm as the intense sensation drove spasms through my body.
I collapsed by her side and we both drifted off to a dream-filled sleep.
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Next morning, we arose late. Jan and Steve were about their chores, so, after Tanya and I had fixed some breakfast, we wandered through the yard and across to the barn.
The hay looked fresh, even though it had been last year’s harvest. Tanya and I found an area of straw-bails neatly laid to form a flat area about eight feet square. I pushed Tanya onto her back and dived on top. She began laughing and as she tugged on my shirt, pulling it out from my trousers, I fumbled with her blouse buttons, exposing her firm breasts and large erect nipples.
We tumbled about like teenagers fighting in a schoolyard brawl. Tanya’s blouse was now completed removed, and as I hunted for her denim skirt’s fastener, she managed to undo my zipper and extract my cock.
Pushing me onto my back, she took my cock in her mouth and began to suck on it, with the occasional tease of her tongue as she licked the length of my shaft.
I assisted with the removal of the rest of my clothes and within seconds we were both nude.
