Many have written that this story should have been in the Group Sex section – apologies if I misjudged this but, having come this far, I will keep the final section of the story in 'Loving Wives'.
This episode is set almost a year after the adventures Kate and I had with John and Ellen in the Log Cabin.
It had become quickly apparent in the log cabin that Kate and Ellen had not only sussed what John and I were upto but had been enthusiastic about our scheme. Whilst we thought we were manipulating them out of boredom with our marriages, it was, in fact, us who were being manipulated by our far cleverer wives. No change there, then!
Incredibly, a year had passed since the last golf weekend and the same crowd who had gathered previously were present at the hotel. No more had really been said about what we had done and our banter had gone back to relatively safe ground about our wives. John and I had made no mention of our seduction of Janet, so her husband Steve was blissfully unaware, nor had we told what had happened at Easingwold. In many respects, life had resumed its natural course, although John, Ellen, Kate and I had spent some very enjoyable Saturday nights together.
After a good day's golf, and another evening of drinking, John invited us to his room where he said he had special entertainment organised for us. This perked the boys up considerably and eradicated any lingering trace of resentment about why he had wangled a huge suite whilst the rest of us had single rooms. The seven of us gathered in the sitting area of his room and waited for him.
'Gentlemen,' he said, 'Here is the evening's entertainment'. With that, the door to the bathroom opened and out stepped Ellen, Kate and, to my amazement, Mary. I had known about the first two but he had obviously been going behind my back with Pete, who did not look in the slightest bothered. The girls looked amazing – they were each dressed in white blouses, short black skirts, stockings and high heels – and the guys eyes were on stalks.
'OK, gentlemen, let's start with a simple auction to boost our flagging funds. £10 per item of clothing – who wants to go first?'
It was no surprise that Alan's hand was up like a shot. My oldest friend had always had a thing for Kate's tits so I knew he would bid for her blouse first and sure enough, he did. Giving John the money, he stood behind her and pulled her blouse from her skirt. Then, starting at the bottom, he unloosened each button slowly, his hands visibly shaking. When he had it completely undone, he pulled it open , revealing her 32f tits encased in a black sheer bra, her nipples already hard, and then eased it off her. He stood back to look at his handy work then sat back with the rest.
There was suddenly a clamour to go next. Paul took off Ellen's blouse, 'accidentally' brushing her 34b tits as he did so, to reveal a cream lace bra through which her large dark nipples were visible; Dave paid for Mary's top, her 34e tits looking magnificent in a black sheer bra,, then Alan again was up, this time for Kate's skirt. He knelt in front of her, unzipping it at the side, then pulled it slowly down, his face never leaving where he judged her cunt would be. When it was to her knees, revealing sheer black panties through which her shaved mound could be seen, he breathed in audibly and said, 'Mmmm, heaven!' before getting her to step out of it.
Given her choice of lingerie, my wife was standing virtually naked in front of my best friends, making me as hard as hell. I didn't linger on the thought because I was keen to see Ellen and Mary, both of whom had been unclothed by Pete and David; the former was in a cream thong, a surprise to me as she has a big bush and ass, and the latter in black sheer French knickers which showed off a neat landing strip.
'OK, bids upto £20!' said John. He immediately produced a note from his pocket and moved behind Kate. Reaching into the cups of her bra, he scooped out each breast in turn and tweaked the long, dark red nipples, massaging her as I had seen him do so many times before. He then unclasped her bra and her tits fell a little but not too much – they were heavy but quite firm for her age. All of the men were fascinated and Alan was straight up on his feet, offering money for her panties. Once again, he knelt, this time behind her, and slowly ran his hands up her stocking clad thighs towards her panties. He moved his hand inside one leg, the sheer front allowing us to see him rubbing her pussy gently, two fingers between her folds, then pulled out and pulled the panties down, burying his face in her as he did so. Kate opened her legs slightly and once more he loudly inhaled, then took his seat again.
Paul was eager to get Ellen's thong off, revealing that her large, black bush, and I paid to take Mary's bra, like John making sure I had plenty of time to maul her before I finally removed the garment. Her nipples were pale pink and long and she fed one of them into my mouth so that I could suck and chew on it. I produced another £20 and, standing behind her, took her panties off, nudging her legs apart and slipping a finger up her soaked trimmed cunt as I did so. I could tell she was quite tight and she groaned as I rubbed her clit, my other hand fingering her ass.
Steve, who had sat mesmerised throughout, at last pulled himself together and slipped Ellen's bra off, almost embarrassed to do so. Although her tits were comparatively tiny, all gasped when they saw her long, dark, rubbery nipples and I knew we each wanted to chew on them.
Our wives were now naked save for stockings and suspenders so what next?
'The ladies have been very accommodating so far, gentlemen, but we need to establish some ground rules. First, remember that, although they are doing this willingly, they are still our friends or wives. Anyone not being respectful will be not only thrown out of tonight but also the circle of friends completely. Second, what happens here, stays here – no word to be repeated to anyone and no attempts to follow it up. Third, no attempts to be made to record any of tonight and no bragging about it, either to mates or on internet. Everyone agree?' Needless to say, everyone did.
'Ok, I think me, Pete, Jack and the ladies deserve to nominate our partners before you lot have a choice.'
Much to my surprise, John chose Mary, not Kate, making me think he had not fucked her yet or that he could not resist pissing me off; Pete chose Kate, leaving me with Ellen. Kate had obviously seen how keen Alan was so chose him, Ellen chose Paul and Mary chose Dave, the youngest and most muscular of us. Michael chose Kate and Steve chose Ellen, meaning they would have three cocks each.
Because I had already fucked Ellen, I told Paul and Steve they could go first – I was keen to see what happened to my wife. I watched Alan lead Kate to the bed and get her to climb on it. He said something and she lay back, opening her legs and beginning to finger herself, putting on a show for them. From where I stood, I could see how wet she was, her pink lips opening as she slipped her fingers in. Michael, Pete and Alan were stripped now and wanking themselves as they watched her. Michael moved onto the bed and knelt by her head, feeding his cock into mouth, whilst Alan got between her legs and began to tongue her. Pete moved to her other side and guided her hand to his surprisingly thick cock whilst her bent to suck on her nipples, obviously enjoying the size of her breast compared to his own wife's.
I had slipped my clothes off whilst I watched and was wanking at the sight of Kate being used by three men and obviously enjoying it. Across the room, Mary was on her knees and John was already fucking her whilst she sucked Dave enthusiastically; John was cupping the breasts I had so long coveted as he rammed her, pulling on her nipples roughly and driving hard into her. I felt a pang of jealousy but then became aware of Ellen saying my name.
