Cat enjoys a gang bang.
"Welcome to your fantasy Catherine" Ken said as holding her hand he led her down the stairs to the basement which was set up us a relaxation room and gym.
She had only been there once when he had shown her round the house on her initial visit.
Cat a forty four year old married woman had been visiting Ken a divorced fifty year old lecturer and avid amateur dramatics participant for nearly six months. He lived in a beautiful Georgian house in Camden Town in north London, she in a rambling, huge, six bedroom Victorian pile on the outskirts of St Albans some fifteen or so miles north of London. He loved his house, she hated hers.
They had met when Cat had joined a mature student's class in psychology at a college in Islington. They got on very well and she thoroughly enjoyed his lectures and studying. He flirted with all the 'older' female students, particularly Cat, but then she was attractive, with a full breasted figure and beautiful, shoulder-length ash blonde hair. As the course progressed so he and Cat chatted after class, they went for a coffee in the colleges' cafeteria, then a drink in a pub. That led to a dinner and then an invitation to his home ostensibly to look at some old books, a love of which they both shared. In reality they both knew that wasn't the real reason for her visit just before Christmas. The real reason was to have sex. And they had very satisfying sex. So much so that it became an almost weekly event either before or after her lecture.
They tended to do it in one of the small bedrooms on the top floor of the four storey Georgian house. "Hot air rises," he explained. Occasionally, they would have it in the main bedroom, which Ken had shared with his wife before they parted, but that was only on warmer nights. Cat had taken to bringing a dressing gown with her for after sex they would talk for ages and the house was freezing. And their sex sessions did last a long time. This wasn't due to his stamina or recovery powers for like most men his age neither were that impressive and certainly not to the level of those Cat had enjoyed on her last fling, which was with a young golf pro. They lasted so long because they both enjoyed and indulged in long foreplay. That could sometimes go on for up to two hours with Ken giving her numerous finger and tongue induced orgasms, but with him not cumming at all.
"I'm a strictly once a time lover" he'd told her. After perhaps her third or fourth climax they would fuck and he would cum and then they would lie in bed talking. And that's when she needed the short, red silk, dressing gown.
The basement had a pool table, dart board, a fruit machine and juke box. There was a running machine, a few weights and other gym paraphernalia. In the middle of the room there was a training mat. That was about eight feet square and was raised off the floor by about eight inches forming a small stage sort of thing. The room was dimly lit, with two spots that, for some reason, were beamed onto 'the stage."
Cat was wearing the shorty, dressing gown. It has a tie round the waist, no buttons and the hem was mid-thigh. She was naked underneath it. She hadn't bothered being too careful about how it covered her as Ken, also in a dressing gown, led her down the stairs to the basement. Hence, as she walked the skirt part flapped open showing her inner thighs almost to her crotch and the lapels gaped showing much of both of her breasts.
She had been a little surprised when, some time after they had had sex, Ken had said.
"I have a little surprise for you, come with me."
"What's this Ken?" Cat gasped when she entered the basement.
Seeing the five men there, all naked apart from towels wrapped round their waists, she immediately knew what he meant by that phrase.
"Welcome to your fantasy Cat."
It had been the third or fourth time they had slept together when they discussed their fantasies. Feeling wonderfully mellow after her third orgasm and very close to Ken who had been marvellously attentive to her needs, Cat had opened up a little more than she usually did with her lovers.
"Like lots of women I think," she'd said when he asked about her sexual aspirations and fantasies. "I feel an odd attraction to forced sex."
"What rape?"
"Yes sort of, I suppose. But then that's not an aspiration, I'm not sure I really want to do it or be raped, it's more a mind or emotional thing than a physical desire, if you get what I mean" she explained. She had expanded on that by telling him of another fantasy adding. "Which I never expect to fulfil, is a gang bang with five or six blokes and me."
"Who are they? I can't" Cat said in a panicky voice as she grabbed Ken's arms.
"Just some friends Cat, you'll never see them again. An advantage of amateur dramatics I guess" he said, turning and rather scarily, but highly significant locking the door.
"Ken you can't."
