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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

A wife’s first high class mass orgy experience

For a long time Sarah-Jane had suspicions. Well Damien departed too eagerly for his business meetings in Cologne and he was just so goddamn relaxed on his return to Dublin.

Damien wasn’t sure how he was going to continue to enjoy his foreign orgy addiction once Sarah-Jane kept badgering and niggling him to be allowed to accompany him next time he went; as their boy was old enough to settle into a boarding school in England.

Typical male with a smutty secret agenda Damien was thinking of giving his wife a new platinum credit card and he may just escape her clutches for a few hours.

Now Damien really loved his Sarah-Jane and she was pretty hot for thirty-five and raunchy enough in the sack to keep him occupied between trips to Cologne. But the high class German orgy tarts were so compulsive. So frickin cock available. So senses overwhelming. Open, ready and stunningly feminine. No place for your wife.

Damien didn’t feel trapped once he realised Sarah-Jane was going to tag along. He actually enjoyed the walk around Cologne Cathedral with her the afternoon of their arrival. Both partners were in awe of its towering spires and gothic façade and the sharing of a close husband and wife moment.

But once it was over and they were back at their hotel. Damien kept hinting too directly that Sarah-Jane should go on an escorted evening boutique shopping tour while he went over his proposals for tomorrow’s company meeting.

Sarah-Jane was too intuitive and decided undeviating direct questioning was her best approach. If Damien was getting in a high class escort for a hotel fuck: well she was liberal minded enough to join in.

 “It’s a call girl, isn’t it?” she asked directly.

Taken aback; Damien said “No” but didn’t look her in her sparkling blue eyes, the eyes he loved so much.

“Geez I am silly “added his brunette beauty; “It’s a pair of seedy local tarts at a nearby brothel, you need the double excitement?”

Damien didn’t know where to look, and again, but even more flustered said, “No.”

“Oh My God” said his probing wife intent on the truth; “You like some tranny action?”

Well the truth was it had occasionally crossed Damien’s maturing sex experience mind but he was very orgy satisfied at the moment; “No” he blurted out and then kept divulging; his manhood after all was on the line; “It’s a goddamn orgy invitation; pussy, arse, everything.”

“Oh “said Sarah sort of happy it wasn’t a shemale and now wondering what the fuck she was missing out on in life. It always comes down to that point with sex. Someone else is doing it; you want to try it too.

“Well are wives off limits at these private gatherings” she inquired very openly.

Now Damien knew the answer was ‘No’ but the response in his head and through his lips was a slow:  unconvincing:  “Yes.” Hot extras were always welcome at these orgies: girlfriends, wives or sisters.

“Oh bullshit, you are such a bad liar. I’m up for this. I think you’ll get very excited seeing someone else fuck me and hell I’m just as likely to get it off really nicely seeing your dick in some good looking bitch.”

Damien’s cock was male at the front of his mind. He needed his orgy fix and if it meant taking Sarah-Jane to her first and maybe only sex feast: so be it.

He was excited as they left for the venue in a taxi; to take her; but equally he was thinking how would he react to seeing his wife’s sexuality unleashed, revealed in maybe uncontrollable ecstatic joy with another or multiple men.

The mansion set back in immaculate gardens that gave no hint of the debauched practices deep within its once famous ballroom. Though no doubt sexual entertainment was a common thread through the buildings history going back to the Baroque Age.

Everything was tasteful from the arrival champagne, to the period furniture and well dressed guys and stunning; well modern courtesans if you want to be polite or the best quality sluts if that takes your fancy. Picture the scene as a room full of bodies; though this was not a standard cocktail evening; there was a coiled steamy smutty tension present. The only agenda here was sex: orgy sex.

At five thousand a head everyone paying wanted the best. But business success engenderers a certain arrogant want for thrill. Money to burn: why waste it gambling when the world is full of available pussy for the cashed up.

Personal sexual calculations were occurring all through the room. The sham preliminaries, the surface casual introductions and well actually quite meaningless flirting. These girls would drop a dress any moment now. Damien was occupied; well preoccupied with three girls already. Two randy bastards had also cornered Sarah-Jane, just knowing she was a partner, not a regular sex worker here.

Two girls, probably a premeditated instruction, who cared, got the evening’s entertainment underway, but this is participatory like a warm up. The two blondes were merely stimulus but hell it was an amazing opening gambit designed to activate pleasure unleashed through a whole former ball room. At a casual glance because the focus was for a while two big titted blonde girls stripped and munching each other in a sixty nine: forty guys and fifty girls or more watching in the former ballroom.

The pace accelerated rapidly as one blonde arched the others arse and her tongue went burrowing in her crinkled pucker. Then those two are left to their own pleasure.

Fondling of cocks and breasts is common now everywhere any one cared to look though the focus has become very personal very quickly. Genitals greeting and mating with utmost urgency.

Damien’s pants are down. One stunning brunette has her tongue probing into his arsehole, a red head is licking his balls and a gorgeous big titted blonde is demonstrating wonderful sucking skills, deep throating his stiff cock.  Sarah-Jane casts a glance in her husband’s direction. God he has a satisfied look but she herself is lost in her own satisfied feel good moment. One guy was it Brad, yes, was licking her shaved happy pussy really well and the other guy: Pete was manipulating her breasts very sweetly, massaging, tweaking, sucking and playfully teasing: all building arousal.

Damien watches briefly as his wife is really getting pleasured but his own cock dominates his own mind too quickly and his vision becomes the brunette’s pussy shaped like a twisted sea shell, spiralling delightfully from a curled cowl to its lippy folds, the left flap sitting slightly on top of the right, but both lips quickly spread by his fingers; opening out into their pink mucousy glory.

Sarah-Jane’s pussy is enjoying a crafty tongue plying its skills over her hard clitty and inside her own cute folds of twisted wet flesh as another tongue is wedging as far into her arse as it can get. God it feels so good.

She can see her husband sort of: she knows it’s his face buried between another woman’s legs while two other women fondle his erect attractive cock. The two guys manipulated her willing body, one guy, now Pete below her, she spears her pussy onto his hard upwardly thrusting dick and gets immediate waves of pleasure as she sinks and rises up with his cock. The enjoyment hits overload as Brad’s cock fills her mouth and her own Damien’s cock just across the room plunges into a red head straddling his cock and he’s looking straight at Sarah-Jane like she knows they will later be paired but are happy having the life shagged out of them in the immediate instance. The red head knowingly winks at Sarah, hinting at fempussy sharing, after cock time.

Damien’s cock dominates his life: the red head’s pecker grip is very, very good. It remains extraordinary but is joined by the stunning experience of the blonde face sitting him at the same time. His sense of space buried in female fleshy bits, his tongue working in a tight area but hitting the right spots.

The blonde bitch raises herself slightly and squirts full across the surprised husband’s face.

The framework of desire has overtaken Sarah Jane. Pete has manoeuvred his fingers into her arse as he roots the wife. Brad fills her gob with cum. Well he’s finished for a while but she was just too goddamn pretty. Pete can’t control his efforts any longer too and spreads his wad across Sarah’s moist open flaps.

The red head sees her chance and leaves Damien’s cock erect and wobbling, femcum smeared and still in need of pussy. The red head is between his wife’s legs licking the cum from the guy and teasing Sarah’s fully aroused clit.

Damien is watching momentarily mesmerised despite the brunette licking his own shaft. His eyes sweep the room. His wife’s moaning has made her the centre piece of the room like a queen bee, everyone is drawn to her. No trophy wife but a sexually expressive being suddenly the focal point of a mass orgy.

Her legs were writhing. God the red head knew her stuff between a woman’s legs. A guy he couldn’t remember seeing before was under his wife somehow: filling her arse at the same time. As good as the brunette was on his own cock, Damien suddenly wanted to cum in his own wife’s mouth as she was arse fucked and pussy tongue pummelled.

Sarah-Jane was bacchanale, beyond the pale of caring what she sounded like. God was she moaning. It was pitched, and then deep, then long pleasured “Ooh’s” and the soft “Mmm’s” of absolute delight as her visceral intensity approached the orgasmic shattering pinnacle.

Damien who had wanted to fill her mouth couldn’t bring himself to do it. Her performance was virtuoso diva centre stage: totally natural and totally compelling. 

Damien eased the red head out of the way and doubled wicked his own wife.

Sarah-Jane’s arse was still riding cock with bodily abandonment; pressing into the body below her, spreading her beautiful arse, but her pussy was now enveloping her own man’s cock.

Her moans were sex pitch perfect. So intense, a rare sexual auditory phenomenon, searing into minds, here was pleasure heard and as well as seen: dominating an entire ballroom. The seasoned orgy crew becoming despite themselves an audience to probably the most sexually expressive performance of a lifetime.

Sarah-Jane’s high exposed arse kept gripping cock to perfection; her butthole so alluring. It was slightly opening each time she pushed her body up, the sweetest pleasure picture anyone there had ever seen.

Now Damien too had the pleasure of her pussy lips wrapped around his cock while her vulnerable arsehole was ravaged by a stranger millimetres from his own thrusting cock.

Sarah-Jane’s own personal pleasure plateau and fast pacing climax were dominating a frickin randy room.

It was her sparkling blue eyes, exuding pleasure, plus the sway and awesome downwards and upwards movement of her body and topping it all; her absa-fucking- enjoyment of the cascading moment of complete womanly fulfilment.

The prick in her arse was in her deep, and Damien burrowed manically into her coochie too, but the true deepness of the moment was in her ‘Salome eyes’: she was being fucked beyond her own wide experiences.

Sarah-Jane became aware of her central performance status and unleashed the dirty talk like a fuckin pro: “Faster you two bastards, deep you filthy sods.”

However; it was when she moaned and groaned that she truly captivated everyone. So naturally expressively dirty, the hedonistic amplification of pleasure through the sounds of sex. The joy of sex combined with her quick breathing now bordering on hyperventilation. She was glowing and her eyes glazed and her body was building a mammoth sweaty flush.

Everybody has an untapped sexual capacity; it’s just when and where it unleashed and taken and it was being taken here by Sarah-Jane and Damien too who was was sharing in her pleasure and equally sharing his wife’s arse at the same time with a stranger.

Sarah Jane was entering sexual euphoria; awareness and unawareness blurring in buzzing pleasure combined; as her cognizant capacity for self bliss kept climbing. Then the gripping muscular contractions hit her and her high pitched squeally yelps were amazing to hear. Her orgasm cavalcaded across the room, guttural and decadent like a fulsome soapy massage, but in herself it went deeper and luxuriant like a bath bomb, profligate and totally filling as  jizz rocketed in her arse and shuddered into her cum soaked pussy cavity.

Well as Sarah and Damien relaxed for a moment; the smell of their own sexual endeavours were quickly masked by a room full of degenerate, debauched, dissolute action, very humanely self indulgent . So much satisfaction everywhere, pure perfect pleasure uncapped. Bodily contentment not the issue: the limits of delight were being sought and demanded and maximum climaxes were expected from all and it had all been set in motion by a wife’s uninhibited libido.

Combinations of fruitful enjoyment dominated the grand old ballroom; cocks were being sucked; arses were being pounded and pussy’s were getting their natural fill but there were women to spare and a brunette and blonde were soon pawing over Sarah-Jane and manipulating Damien into fondling them both, as a new sexual combination emerged in the room: and Sarah –Jane was about to find out at her first orgy; the night was only getting started.


Submitted: June 25, 2017

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