Literotic asexstories – Falling in Love Again Pt. 02 by tazmanuk,tazmanuk
Kay and Chris were rebuilding their marriage. Kay had been unfaithful. Not just a one-night-stand, or a casual affair, but by joining a swingers’ site, getting involved in kinky sex, threesomes, sex parties and even being paid for sex.
Many husbands might have slung her out of the door, but Chris decided on a different approach. As they still loved one another, they decided to try again. This time, however, Chris wanted his fantasies to be catered for as well. As a result, they got kinky, joined a site for swingers to meet, had sex on webcam for anyone to watch, met couples on webcam and ultimately found a woman to join them for sex.
To date, it had been hugely successful. The woman who joined them had, coincidentally, been a work colleague of Chris’s, and despite initial concerns, all went incredibly well, and they decided to meet up regularly.
However, their exploits were not over. Kay was willing to keep moving ahead and continuing the experiences she had previously tried – she found it so much more satisfying with her husband, and she felt respected and protected. Chris just wanted to keep living his ‘bucket list’.
Since their threesome, things at Chris’s work had picked up. Mel, who had joined them for an all-night session of fucking and sucking had resumed her original work persona – a little flirty, but professional – and work and private lives were kept firmly apart. Exactly as they wanted.
“Okay, Mel,” Chris declared, wearily, “you’ve got everything you need for next week, and you’re sure you’ll be OK?”
She checked a couple of files and replied: “Yes, thanks. I’ll research the motivation aspect and liaise with the company. Shouldn’t be a problem. Have a good week. How long is it since you had a holiday?”
Chris smiled. “Almost three years. Since … well … you know.” Mel knew about Kay and Chris’s marital problems, and was aware that they had not been away for the duration of them. She smiled sweetly.
“Make the most of it. I’ll pop in to your house a couple of times, just to make sure everything’s OK, then see you Saturday night.”
Chris smiled. It had been three weeks since their first threesome, and they had agreed to get together every month or so. Saturday would be the next time. Having got past the initial apprehensions, this time should be far more relaxed. He was looking forward to it. Their professional masks briefly slipped as they exchanged lascivious smirks.
As if on cue, their phones ‘pinged’ simultaneously. Both knew what it was, and opened the message to see an identical image of Chris’s wife. In this one, she was holding her breast to her mouth and licking a nipple. They smiled at one another, and both disappeared for a quick ‘toilet break’.
It was a game which had become a rule. Kay would send a naughty selfie, and they would send one each in return. Not together – that was a strict rule – no sex at work – but separately.
A few minutes later, three phones received messages. Chris and Kay admired Mel’s pussy, held open by two fingers, looking moist and inviting; Kay and Mel enjoyed Chris’s erect cock, his hand wrapped around it as he stroked. All three returned to their offices, a little flushed, but smiling. It was fun, no more. Good, sexy fun.
Then it was back to work. Another half hour of looking at papers – or in Kay’s case, sitting through a staff meeting – and they were heading home.
Once home, as had become their habit, Kay and Chris made their way to the bedroom and made love. Nothing different or kinky, just hands, mouths and genitals. It was good to have simple, uncomplicated sex together as an affirmation that they did not need the other stuff – it was just the icing on the cake. Hmm. That was an interesting idea – food. They hadn’t tried that.
Then it was time to eat and pack. They left first thing in the morning for the hotel in Devon. Weather was due to be good, and they hoped to spend time walking on the beach and doing ‘tourist’ things. Although they had talked about ‘relaxation’, a ‘break’ and ‘time together’, both harboured the secret hope that it might lead to some naughty fun as well.
To reinforce that hope, Kay had packed some lingerie and a couple of naughty outfits, along with some sex toys. Chris smiled. “Got plans?”
“Nah. Nothing definite. Just thought you might take a camera, I could dress up a bit – y’know – naughty photoshoot.”
He grinned. “Oh yes. Sounds good. Naughty nurse, perhaps? Maybe the sexy burlesque one?”
“You know me too well,” she smirked.
Photography was one of his passions, while she loved posing – maybe she was a wanna-be model, or an exhibitionist, or just liked being the centre of attention. He enjoyed posing too. Having her tell him what to do, whether it just be certain positions, jerking off as she tried for the perfect cum shot or (and this was something they had not tried so far) using his arse with toys, he was up for it. Kay and Mel had taken photos of him, but he wanted to go further.
He really enjoyed the photos and videos they had made with Mel, and he loved the idea of more sets of pics with other people. He just wanted the chance. Perhaps the holiday would provide it.
That night, they made love again when they finally went to bed.
The following day, they were up early, skipped showers (no point with a drive of several hours ahead of them), and set off.
The drive itself was fairly uneventful. They had some fun – Kay gave him a blowjob while he was driving – leading to a lorry driver sounding his horn at them and driving alongside for some time, and he fingered her pussy for what seemed like most of the journey – in fact, when he wasn’t fingering her, she was masturbating herself, achieving a lovely orgasm as they crossed the Severn Bridge.
They arrived at their hotel, after a couple of stops for food and toilets, in the middle of the afternoon. Having dragged their suitcase through several winding corridors, they found their room, and once inside, stripped off their clothes. Their antics on the drive had left them both horny as hell, so they fucked vigorously, before showering and changing into clean clothes.
They had decided to take a walk along the sea front and pick up fish and chips for tea – mainly to find the ‘lie of the land’, before returning to the hotel for drinks in the bar and an early night.
They strolled along, hand in hand, away from the main town initially. In that direction, streetlights soon disappeared, and it was peaceful. They went along the road initially, as it ran down to the beach, then headed down the steps in the sea wall to walk back up the sand.
They arrived at the beach with the sun low in the sky and the shadows getting longer. As they walked back on the soft, golden sand, loving the feel of it between their toes, and smiling at other walkers (some with dogs), it became darker quite quickly, as is typical of later Summer evenings on the South coast. The twinkling lights became more evident, and as they reached them, it was officially dark.
This was a typically English seaside town. The front was full of ‘Bed and Breakfast’ hotels, most with ‘Full’ signs in the window, souvenir shops, penny arcades, pubs and fish and chip shops.
Initially, they stayed on the beach, avoiding the clanks and whirrs of the arcades, with the occasional rattle of coins falling and their tinny, 80s music. The pubs played more modern music, and a couple had live bands performing – more appealing.
After passing by these places initially, they strode back up the sea wall and braved the crowded chaos of the promenade. There they brought chips and found a bench where they could sit and eat, before deciding to pop to the pub with a band performing for a drink before heading back.
The band were OK, playing a selection of recognisable tributes to well known groups of yesteryear, and the atmosphere was fun and exhilarating. They were looking around for a seat, and were resigned to having to stand, when a man, who looked a little older than Chris waved to him.
“D’you want to join us? It’s no problem.” He shouted above the strains of an Oasis cover.
“Sure. Thanks,” replied Chris, and waved Kay over to join them.
For a while, as is typical of many British people, the couples kept to themselves, until, finally, the band announced that they were taking a break.
“Phew!” Smiled the man, “They’re OK, but nice to be able to talk. I’m Jason and this Carol,” he informed them indicating the woman next to him. “We’ve been here a few days now. It’s nice, don’t you think?”
Chris acknowledged the pair of them and introduced himself and Kay. “We just arrived today. Is there much to do here?”
“Yeah, plenty. Depends what you want, of course. The beaches are good – especially if you get away from the families in town. Countryside’s pleasant too. We like walking. Carol takes about a thousand photos of everything – she just got a new camera – bloody expensive thing. We like the small fishing villages and there’s a couple of stately homes. If the weather’s good, it’s incredible. If not … well … I think I’d have had enough after a few days.”
Chris thanked him for the information, and turned to Carol, explaining that he enjoyed photography as well, and while the two of them started discussing the merits of various cameras – and phones – Jason and Kay began their own conversation.
As the band returned to the small stage, Kay turned to Chris. “Jason suggested that he and Carol show us round a bit tomorrow. What d’you think?”
Chris had enjoyed chatting with Carol. She was knowledgeable, and though maybe a bit more ‘curvy’ than his usual taste in women, she was quite attractive and fun. They quickly arranged to meet, and as the band started playing, they all stood, as if by mutual agreement, preparing to leave.
In fact, three of them stood. Carol remained seated, and after a moment of confusion, Chris realised that she was sitting in a wheelchair. Jason moved behind her, and manoeuvred her out of the space, and they left the pub together, strolling up the front, past arcades which were now quiet apart from the sounds of shutters being pulled down.
They parted to go to their different hotels, reaffirming their arrangement for the following day, and wandered off, Jason grunting as he pushed the wheelchair up the steady slope. Chris and Kay decided to have one last drink in the bar at their hotel, before retiring for the night – they were both knackered.
The bar was quiet. In fact, the only people there were a group of three young men. They looked miserable, despite clearly having enjoyed a few drinks, and were involved in a fairly intense discussion.
Chris approached the bar at the same time as one of them got up to refill his glass.
“Alright?” Chris nodded to him.
The man put his hands on the bar and blew a long, disgruntled breath. “S’pose so. Just pissed off. It’s meant to be my mate’s stag weekend. Should’a been ten of us, but half of ’em cried off, so it’s just five – including the groom. ‘E’s fucked off to bed now, and I just got a call saying the stripper can’t make it. Got a room booked ‘n’ everything. Guess we’ll just ‘ave to get pissed – though, honestly, it’s not our style. None of us are big drinkers, and we’re not gonna get rowdy and cause chaos.” He stopped.
“Sorry, mate. Not your problem.”
He grabbed his drink and returned to the morose group. Chris went to sit with Kay. He told her about the young men’s problem.
“Oh,” she responded, “that’s such a shame. Poor bloke must totally rejected. Sounds like even the ones who’re left aren’t going to have much fun – not to mention spending money on a room and nothing to use it for.”
Chris looked at her, his grin barely disguising his lascivious thoughts. “Dare you.”
At first Kay thought she must have mis-heard, so she asked him to repeat it.
“Dare you.”
“Dare me to …?”
He sat back, smiling, waiting for her to join the dots. Suddenly, her eyes sprung wide in realisation.
“You’re daring me to be their stripper?”
He nodded slowly. If we go with my idea, perhaps we can make one of your fantasies come true.”
He explained his idea to her, and as he spoke, her eyes first popped, then relaxed into a sensuous, wanton gaze.
“You’re on,” she grinned.
The next time the young man he had spoken to left to visit the gents’ toilet, Chris followed him. As they stood at the urinal, he set out his proposition.
“If you’re interested, I think I’ve found your stripper. You’ve seen the lady with me. Well. She’s not a professional, but she dances, and she’s willing to ‘save the day’ for you. There’s no charge, but there’s a couple of things we’d like to do. First, I want to record it. Totally private, of course. It won’t be anywhere on the web. Just for us to enjoy. Second, she’d like to make one of her fantasies a reality.”
Chris explained what he and Kay had discussed, as the young man rapidly agreed. Kay might not have been as young as some strippers – many being students, trying to make ends meet – but her body was good enough, and what they had planned would certainly create an unforgettable experience.
Chris added a few stipulations – this was not a free-for-all – and they agreed to make it official with a contract which Chris would sort out the following day. They shook hands, agreeing that nothing would be said to the rest of the stag party until Kay and Chris had left, and returned to the bar.
“Well,” said Chris, sliding into his seat, “he likes the idea. We’re gonna do a contract tomorrow – just so everyone knows where they stand. Still time to back out.”
Kay shook her head. “No way. A dare’s a dare – and with your suggestion, I’m definitely up for it.”
He was sitting next to her, and her hand slipped on to his thigh, travelling up until it met the solid tube between his legs. She grinned, eyes sparkling, then glanced at the other table, catching the eye of the man who was checking her out, maybe already picturing her naked. She smiled at him, raising an eyebrow as he turned away.
Ten minutes later, Kay and Chris left. They had dragged the time out, enjoying watching the young man holding in the secret he was desperate to blurt out. As they left, Chris glanced back and saw the group leaning in. as they crossed the floor to the lift, there was an audible ‘whoop’. Their weekend had taken a turn for the better.
In their room, Kay was wanton. She insisted on performing a striptease (‘practice’, she called it), and concluded with a lap dance for Chris, which went further than any ‘Gentleman’s Club’. She undressed him, rubbing her backside over his cock, before turning, bending forward and squeezing her breasts around it.
She knelt between his legs, stroking him gently, exploring his full length and his balls, then kneeling up and taking him in her mouth.
She rose, pushing him back and mounting him, guiding his erection into her wet, slippery cunt and bouncing up and down, first slowly, then speeding up.
As he lay back, he watched her breasts bouncing, then suddenly going still as she leaned over to the drawer of the bedside table. He could not see what she was getting out as she placed it on the bed, fiddled with it for a few seconds, then placed her hand behind her.
Next, she lifted off him, his penis falling, with an audible ‘slap’ against his stomach. She wriggled a little, then grabbed his shaft again. Once again, she guided him into her hole – but a different hole this time. She placed the head against the tight entrance of her anus – ready lubricated – and, slowly and steadily lowered herself until his entire length was inside her.
Once again, she began bobbing up and down – slowly this time. She did not want him cumming in there. She did not like that. She had experienced it, mainly when she had no choice, and she really did not like it, for some reason.
Judging that even her slow movements might be too much, she stopped and lifted up, releasing him. Then she shuffled up, placing her dripping pussy directly over his mouth. He licked her vigorously, loving her taste, running his tongue down from her clit to her open hole and on, over her perineum, pushing between her buttocks, until he could taste the lubricant.
As he licked, her hand dropped to her clitoris, and the dual actions brought her to her climax (not really professional for a stripper – but never mind). Her juices flowed across Chris’s face, the force of the orgasm increased by the sense of control which she was feeling.
Now, however, it was his turn to take charge. She slid off him, taking his hands as she went, until she knelt on the floor while he stood over her. She leaned and began sucking him – vigorously this time, wanting him to cum – to shoot his load all over her.
As her head worked vigorously back and forth, and his hips moved in and out as he face-fucked her, he suddenly stiffened. His breathing had become more rapid, and she knew he was about to lose control. She pulled back as he grabbed his shaft. His cock pumped, warm cum splashing on her face, as she closed her eyes, accepting it on her forehead, eyelids, cheeks nose and slightly parted lips.
As the spurts slowed to dribbles, she felt droplets fall on her breasts. To complete the act, she took him in her mouth, sucking down any last drops which hadn’t been pumped out.
She knelt back on her haunches, pushing semen off her eyelids so that she could open her eyes and look at her husband. He, predictably, was grabbing a camera, desperate for a photo of her cum-covered visage.
She smiled for the camera, sticky strands drying already on her lips and eyes, while more dripped off onto her breasts. Then she smiled at her husband.
“Well? Was I good?”
He nodded slowly. “Oh yes. Very good. Maybe the starting outfit wasn’t the most inspiring, but who cares? It’s the big finish that counts.”
She smiled, delighted that he approved. “Thanks. And I will use a better outfit tomorrow. Now, however, I’m going to clean up and we can get to bed.”
Ten minutes later, she was curled around her husband as they lay under the covers, kissing tenderly, and ultimately falling asleep.
The following morning, Kay was keen to practice her routines for her performance that evening. She would be performing twice. The first would be more a burlesque style routine – rather ‘vanilla’, and not especially revealing. The second would more than make up for the first, though – as Chris had agreed the previous evening.
As Kay was practising, Chris decided to take the laptop and type up an agreement between himself and Kay, and the man responsible for the booking. The weather was glorious, so he could sit by the pool and wait for the friend of the groom to arrive at eleven o’clock, as agreed.
The contract was written in plenty of time, and Chris was allowed to use the printer in the hotel ‘business centre’. He thought he had included everything – protection for Kay and various other plans, along with an assurance that any recordings would not be shared – only he and Kay would receive a copy – the young men involved would not – partly because, if it were to appear anywhere, it would be difficult to know who was responsible, and partly to protect the groom, whose marriage would be over before it started.
At precisely eleven o’clock, a very hung over stag appeared. “Hey. You OK?”
Chris stood and shook his hand. “Great thanks. I’ve written something up. I think it covers everything. Did you speak to your friends about it?”
“Yeah. We’re all up for it. One was a bit reluctant, but we talked him round. We’re all pretty open-minded. To be honest, we finished Uni a couple of years ago and we were all in the rugby team, so this sort of thing’s not totally new. Well – not quite this extreme – but – y’know.”
Chris smiled. “Sure. Well – it’s a first for us too. We’ve just got into swinging, and a chance like this was too good to miss. And if you’re wondering, no, I don’t get jealous. It’s just a turn on. Believe me, once we’re back in our room, we’ll be going for it.”
The comment was a bit of a conversation stopper, so Chris handed over the contract, and waited until it had been carefully perused.
The tall young man smiled. “Looks … incredible. Sorry. I should be thanking you. The weekend was dead in the water, till this. I can’t believe it. Where do I sign?”
They both jotted their name on the piece of paper and stood up, smiling.
“OK … er … Ryan,” said Chris, reading the name on the contract, “Kay and I’ll see you later. Nine-thirty, the Gladstone Room. Wonder why they name the rooms after Prime-ministers? Anyway, let’s hope Mr Gladstone’s looking down on us later – he’ll probably enjoy it.”
They shook hands again, and wandered inside, splitting up as they went to their respective rooms. Chris checked his watch – more than an hour until they met Carol and Jason – time for Kay to get ready and a slow walk to the pub where they were meeting for lunch.
He entered the room to find Kay gyrating in a thong, corset and nipple tassels. She stopped as he entered and turned off the music. “Hey. All OK?”
He looked her up and down, a grin splitting his face as he looked her up and down. “Oh, Yeah. You look amazing.”
She grinned wantonly and shook her breasts at him. “Like ’em?” She nodded at her curvy boobs, topped with black, sequined hearts and slivers of black tinsel, she swung them round, causing the dangling slivers to swirl in circles. “I put them in in case you wanted to do some pics with them – but seems like a good chance to use them.”
Chris assured her that she looked amazing, then showed her the contract. She kissed him, and the first signs of apprehension appeared.
“If it’s too much, you can always back out. I wrote that into the contract. They’re not paying, so they’re OK with that.”
“Oh no, it’s not that. I’m just worried that my dancing isn’t good enough and … well … I’m ten years older than most of them. What if they don’t think I’m attractive?”
Chris laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. Once you start waving your tits and arse at them, they won’t care. You’ll be amazing – and as for the last bit – well – I can guarantee they’ll go with a massive learning experience.”
“And how about you? You’ve seen me with a woman, but how’re you going to feel about five blokes?”
“I don’t know,” replied Chris, honestly, “right now, I’m massively turned on, but the realities always different. Whatever happens, it was my idea, so I’ll just have to put up and shut up. I’ve always thought I’d like to try most things once, and if I don’t like it, I won’t do it again.”
“Again?” Kay smirked. “Thinking of setting me up as a full time stripper?”
He laughed. “Nah. But if it’s good – never know. Might be other times crop up – family parties, work dos, that sort of thing.”
They both laughed, agreeing that those might be inappropriate, but maybe – just maybe – there might be a set of circumstances some time for a repeat performance.
They stood up, realising time was moving on, and Kay dressed rapidly in a white bikini, shorts and vest top, before tying her hair back. Very soon, they were walking up the sea front to meet their new friends, Jason and Carol.
They arrived five minutes early, and were sitting nursing pints when Carol appeared through the door, followed by Jason. They ate lunch together, and spent time getting to know each other. Jason, it turned out, ran his own business, restoring antique furniture, in which Carol assisted with book-keeping and general admin. She had, she explained, been building a career as an actor prior to an accident during a performance, which had left her unable to walk. She had received substantial compensation when the theatre was found to have been negligent, leaving them adequately provided for.
After lunch, Jason suggested that they could either drive to one of the local stately homes, or just have a walk up the seafront to an area of beach which they had visited several times. Kay jumped in quickly. “Beach. In this weather, definitely beach.”
This agreed, they set off. Jason and Carol took turns propelling the wheelchair, refusing Chris’ and Kay’s offers of help. They were, Jason explained, very used to it. He flexed his arm, showing well-developed muscle as a result – then Carol did the same thing – also impressive. Both also admitted they had a home gym which they used on a daily basis, partly because Carol was desperate not to gain weight as a result of her lack of mobility.
They strolled along the road, sand being a problem for the wheelchair, and after more than an hour, finally headed down to the beach. The road had, in fact, turned away from the beach almost as soon as they left town, and they followed a well-trodden, if rough, footpath.
“The good thing is,” announced Jason, “it’s much less crowded. Some people walk up here, but not the families with kids. Much more pleasant.”
Eventually, the path ran out, and they found themselves on the soft, flowing sand of the dunes, with tall, coarse grass around them.
“Of course, there’s sometimes youngsters in the dunes, hiding away for a quickie. We once found a couple who were …”
“Jason!” Carol exclaimed sharply. “Maybe Kay and Chris don’t want to hear about that.”
Kay and Chris giggled. “Oh, believe me, we’re very open-minded. You certainly won’t offend us.”
“Well,” Jason went on, “this couple were … shagging, surrounded by four or five guys taking photos and another making a video. Didn’t bat an eyelid when we went past.”
Kay covered her mouth with her hand, hiding her smile. “What did you do?”
“Actually,” Jason mumbled, rather abashed, “Carol got her camera out and joined them. You know she loves photography, and she doesn’t have much chance to work with models, so … well … let’s say we’re open-minded too.”
It felt as if a barrier had been removed. The conversation did not automatically turn to sex, as there is a difference between being open-minded and being obsessed, but there was a fresh freedom and flow as Carol moved out of her wheelchair, which folded up for carrying, and produced a pair of crutches to cope with the rest of their hike.
As they emerged from the dunes, there was an expanse of beach, populated by couples and groups of people. Many were lying back, sunbathing, while others played ball games or swam in the sea. Kay and Chris had half expected a nudist beach, and were a little relieved (and maybe a little disappointed) that it was not. It seemed pleasant and relaxed.
“There’s several languages schools in town,” explained Jason, “and the students prefer here to the main beaches. I think they come here to meet members of the opposite sex and have fun. Then there’s a few pervs admiring the young girls in bikinis.”
“Like you.” Carol chipped in.
“Well … no harm in looking. They’re all over eighteen and … well … they look good … and …”
“You’re digging a hole for yourself, mate,” chipped in Chris, “just deny everything.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Carol smiled, “it’s better if he’s with me doing it than sneaking off on his own. Anyway, he’s right. I enjoy looking at them too.”
“The lads, of course,” clarified Jason.
“No, both,” asserted his wife, “I’m allowed to like both. That’s OK, isn’t it, Kay.”
Kay agreed – another barrier gone, as both women had acknowledged their bisexuality.
After a while, they stopped, sheltered by dunes from behind and with a fine view of the beach. Jason and Chris lifted their shirts over their heads, while Kay slipped off her outerwear, revealing a new bikini – quite small, with a halter neck top and high-cut briefs, revealing a good deal of buttock.
Carol lowered herself to the floor, getting out rugs to lay on the ground, before looking up at the others. “Well, Kay, those youngsters have got some competition today. Very nice. You too, Chris – you look ‘sporty’.”
Kay felt she should return the compliments and looked Jason up and down. In fact, compliments were easy to find.
“Wheelchair pushing must suit you, Jason – you’re not over-muscly, just toned.” She nodded approvingly.
Carol sighed. “I suppose you’d all better watch me now.” It was more an invitation than anything, and suggested she enjoyed being watched – not surprising, as she had previously been an actor. “Maybe I should put on some stripping music.”
She pulled her t-shirt over her head, to show a well-filled bra. It was lacy, and clearly not the top of a bikini. She then struggled out of her shorts, exposing matching knickers. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a bikini, then paused and looked up.
“Jason said we’d be going stately home visiting – didn’t mention the beach. He often does that. He said I should stick a bikini in ‘just in case’.” She gave her husband a mock-glare. “Anyway, now I have to put it on in public, which was the plan, no doubt.”
Jason smiled angelically. “Makes up for you stealing my shorts when we were swimming down here three days ago.” He turned to Chris and Kay. “I had to walk right up the beach bollock-naked, covering myself with my hands, while she sat and giggled. Not that it mattered too much. The youngsters giggled, and there’s always a few of the women go topless, so no big deal.”
Kay and Chris were liking the couple more by the minute. They reminded them of themselves.
“Anyway. Here goes.” Carol reached behind her to undo her bra.
“Should we turn away?” Chris asked.
“Good god, no,” Carol insisted, “enjoy it. That’s why he did it, and I don’t mind. When I was acting, I once had to be nude in front of an audience of two hundred people. A few more won’t matter.”
She shrugged off her bra, not flaunting herself, but naturally and unhurriedly. “Would you be comfortable with Kay stripping off in public, Chris?” She asked, glancing up at him.
Chris tried hard to look at her face while talking to her, but his natural fascination with breasts caused his eyes to wander. She had a fine pair. Well rounded, firm, with no sign of dropping. Her nipples were pale, but prominent, with oval areolae, puckered, but probably larger than Kay’s. She grinned as he looked, waiting for his reply.
“No. We’re both comfortable in our skin. In fact, she flashed the pizza delivery guy just last week. My fault. I dared her.”
Jason and Carol laughed. “You’ll pay for that, some time,” Jason assured him.
“Actually, I’m due to really suffer at some point,” Chris pouted, “I owe a few dares.”
Kay glanced at him. “Oh, your time will come. I’m planning it.”
Carol slipped on her top, and wriggled out of her knickers. As she was sitting, there was very little to see, and, again, she completed the process unselfconsciously.
She reached across and grabbed her camera. “I might pop in the sea in a while, but for now, I’m going to just take some photos. Chris had brought his camera – he liked to use a proper camera occasionally, rather than his phone. The two of them took some general landscape photos, before switching to larger lenses so they could zoom in on specific features.
A little after three o’clock, groups of young people started arriving. They were mostly female, tanned and blonde. “Language schools are finishing,” stated Jason, “I think they’re Swedish or Norwegian – Scandinavian anyway. They’re very relaxed.”
The groups laughed and joked together as the girls undressed, stripping completely before donning bikinis. Some did not bother with tops, while others were more reserved – the ones who had changed quickly and tried to cover themselves . Even they did not bother with the very English notion of struggling under towels.
As they relaxed and lay back on the sand, Chris put his camera away. “Oh well, suppose we’d better stop with the photos. They’ll play hell if they think I’m some perv.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” announced Carol. “I just ask them.”
She stood up and went to the nearest group. After a brief chat, where they conversed among themselves in their own language, there were nods all round, and Carol moved to the next group where the same happened. She returned to Chris.
“They’re fine with it, and if we want them to pose a bit, rather than just be natural, let them know.”
Chris was stunned. Surely it couldn’t be that easy. “Of course,” continued Carol, “it helps being female. If you’d asked, they’d probably have told you to piss off.”
They all laughed, and while Chris and Carol set about their photographs, Kay and Jason started chatting. They began exchanging small talk, about work, lifestyles, hobbies and so on, before moving on to more intimate topics.
“Does Carol’s disability make life difficult for you?” Kay asked.
Jason smiled. “Well. There are some areas where we have to make compromises, but, like anything, a bit of creative thinking helps.” He winked, suggesting he would open to more probing.
Kay thought, considering how to phrase her next query. “Do you mean … in terms of intimacy?”
Chris grinned. “Well – that’s one area. Because Carol’s not got much strength in her legs, the more … er … traditional positions can be tricky. She can’t push against me or hold a kneeling position easily. We work around it though.”
Kay nodded. Unsure whether to push further or move on to safer territory. She decided to open the conversation out, so Jason could control the direction of their discussions.
“Does she ever take photos of you?”
Jason knew what she was ‘really’ asking. “Oh yes. We take photos of each other. We’re very relaxed in front of cameras. How about you and Chris?”
Kay wouldn’t have felt so bad, if she hadn’t blushed as she answered. “Oh yes, we really enjoy it.”
Jason laughed. “Sorry. I made you blush. Yes. We like taking sexy photos of each other. We’re not embarrassed. It’s just one of our ‘things’. Quite a lot of them are ‘arty’, but we get a bit carried away at times. We have some friends – mostly online friends – with whom we share them, and they share theirs.’
Kay relaxed. “Sorry. We’re the same. It’s fun – and sexy, of course. Some people have such dull marriages – we try to enjoy ourselves. Plus it’ll be nice to look back on when we’re old and wrinkly. I think everyone should do it.”
Jason nodded. “Hear, hear. We don’t know where Carol’s condition’s heading, so we just make the most of every day.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, both reflecting on circumstances and how fortunate they felt they were to be making the most of life while they had the chance.
Jason finally drew a long breath. “Just think. Some people spend their lives working, conforming to other people’s rules and expectations, following uptight upbringings which don’t allow them to be themselves. Both Carol and I are huge supporters of LGBTQ+ people – Pride and so on. I’m an ‘ally’ – straight and cisgender. Carol’s bi – well – bi-curious. We’d like to get more involved as activists, but not being an actual part of the community, it feels difficult.”
Kay nodded. “Same – in every way, actually. Although …” her cheeks tinged pink, “I have tried lesbianism, so I’m not really ‘curious’.”
There was another pause, before Jason spoke again – another deep breath – worried, maybe, that he might be about to destroy their budding friendship.
“Carol often talks about wanting to photograph other people. Maybe you and Chris could talk about it, and perhaps you and her could do some photos together?”
Kay grinned. “Let’s ask when they come back. Perhaps the four of us could do something. Might be fun.”
Jason’s eyebrows shot up. He was amazed how ready she had been to accept his suggestion – and that she had taken it beyond his wildest imagination. He was about to reply, as the two amateur photographers returned.
As they approached, Kay turned to Jason. “Go on then. Ask.”
He was briefly tongue-tied as Carol and Chris looked from one to the other. Eventually, he started to speak, unsure whose reaction he was more afraid – her husband or his wife.
“Well … um … we’ve been chatting. Talking about … stuff … your photos … and things. How we like to … y’know … take pics of each other … er …”
“Oh, for god’s sake,” interrupted Kay, giggling at his discomfort, “he said you like to take sexy photos of each other, and I explained that we do as well. He then said you’d like to take photos of someone else, and I said we’d be OK with it – both of us, I should think.” She glanced at Chris who nodded. “I suggested the four of us, you two with cameras, and we can make it fun.”
Carol and Chris took it in their stride. “Sure. Be fun,” said Chris.
“Maybe somewhere outdoors, suggested Carol – we can find a nice secluded place and just go for it.”
She looked around. It was approaching tea-time, and the beach was still busy. “Maybe tomorrow. We can meet up in the morning, drive a bot further afield and see what we can find.” She glanced at the men. “You two are going to pose as well. None of this sexism. If we’re getting our kit off, so are you.”
Chris nodded. It was no problem for him. Jason seemed more apprehensive, but shrugged and agreed.
“Of course,” continued Carol, “you could come to our hotel room this evening and do some indoor shots.”
“No!” Chris and Kay exclaimed simultaneously.
“Sorry,” continued Kay. “We’ve got something else planned tonight.”
“Oh well,” smiled Carol, “obviously something you don’t want to tell us about right now – so must be intriguing.”
Kay smirked. “Yeah … maybe tell you tomorrow. Depends how it goes.”
Another companionable silence fell, until Kay announced that she fancied a swim. Chris and Jason agreed, while Carol said she would stay with their bags, as she couldn’t be bothered to go all the way to the sea on her crutches. The three of them dashed to the water, all running through the shallows and plunging into the chilly water, before mixing in with other groups, swimming, splashing and having fun.
Fifteen minutes later, they staggered back up the beach, enjoying the warm sun as the rivulets of water dripped down their bodies.
As they approached, Carol grabbed her camera and began taking photos. They laughed as they got closer, separating towards their seating places. Carol remained focused on Kay as she bent to collect her towel and began rubbing herself down gently.
“There,” stated the photographer, from her wheelchair, “that should make a good start for our ‘sexy pics’ session.”
Initially, Kay was confused, but then she looked at the two men, grinning and with eyes fixed on her boobs. She looked down. Her bikini, which had been advertised as ‘swimwear’ had gone very translucent – add to that the chilly water making her nipples very erect, and little was left to the imagination. The dark rings of her areola were almost totally visible – just slightly misted, and her nipples protruded like coat pegs.
Initially, she was a little shocked, then she decided to just take it in her stride, standing up to give her little group (and anyone else close enough) a good view, while Carol directed her into various poses (‘hip out’, ‘lean forward’, ‘twist a little’…).
“Oh, fuck it,” Kay muttered, coming to a decision. “You can pretty much see all of them, so what the hell.” She reached behind her and took her top off. It was not a big problem. There were quite a few young women sunbathing topless on the beach, and as Carol (and Chris) took photos, the groups of younger women nearby watched the photoshoot.
After a few minutes, they stopped, and Carol looked across at the groups of eighteen and nineteen year olds that she had spoken to earlier. Seeing them expressing so much interest, she made her way to them. They exchanged words briefly, and she turned around, waving Chris over.
“These young ladies are happy to pose for us in groups – not just as the foreground for landscape shots, but as main subjects. Interested?”
Chris did not need asking twice, and soon they were merrily taking photos, Carol with one group, Chris with the other, as the topless students hugged each other, covered one another’s boobs and openly flaunted themselves for the camera, giggling happily. Eventually, Carol called an end to the fun, thanked them, took their email, so they could have the images, and returned to Kay and Jason.
In the absence of their partners, Kay and Jason had been enjoying a more intimate conversation than previously. “That was brave,” commented Jason as Kay sat down, breasts still exposed.
“Not really,” she replied, “after all, you could see everything with the top wet, we’d agreed to find somewhere tomorrow where you’ll be seeing much more, and I’m hardly shy.”
He smiled. “You and Carol are going to get on well. First time she stripped off on a beach, I was really jealous. Then I just accepted it. She’s got a good body, it didn’t mean anyone else was going to get their hands on it – and anyway, with her disability, what other option did she have?
“Over the years, I’ve pretty much put jealousy aside. I think I’d be OK with pretty much anything now.”
Kay grinned, suspecting he was fishing for more information about her and Chris. “We spent a long time letting jealousy get in the way. I think we’re passed it now. We’ll find out tomorrow, perhaps.”
“Not tonight?” Jason probed. He had guessed that their arrangement had something sexy about it, and was keen to find out what it was.
Kay looked at him, wondering if she should say anything, before deciding to hold back – until tomorrow anyway. She licked her lips and made direct eye contact. “Perhaps Chris and I will find out tonight. You and Carol will have to wait.”
He raised his eyebrows, recognising the tease in her voice, then nodded. There was a brief pause, before Kay asked: “Anyway. Do you like my boobs?”
The tension broke and he looked at them, carefully appraising as if they were a work of art.
“Mmm. They’re gorgeous. Wish I could show you something for you to pass comment on. Let’s just say, when Carol and I get back to the hotel, we’ve got a lot of tensions to work out. If you couldn’t tell, she’s pretty keen on them too.”
Steadily, the conversation moved back to more neutral subjects, and by the time Carol and Chris returned, they were chatting about the merits, or otherwise, of their hotels.
“We should get going,” announced Chris. “We need to eat and get ready for later.”
They all packed up and made their way back to the more solid surfaces, where Carol returned to her wheelchair with an audible sigh of relief. They made their way back to the hotels slowly, enjoying easy, friendly conversation, and, having arranged to meet up late in the morning the following day and buy picnic food before heading off to a quiet corner of the countryside, they separated.
It had been a pleasant afternoon. Sexy, but with no real pressure or intensity. All four had felt a real connection and attraction, and were desperately looking forward to moving further forward the following day.
Back at the hotel, Kay and Chris changed quickly. Both would have liked to have sex, but wanted to wait until later, to ensure that Kay’s performance was not impaired. They had an early dinner, both too nervous to do justice to the excellent meal, before returning to their room.
Kay selected the smallest of their suitcases and packed everything she would need (she would change in the bathroom attached to the room which had been hired). She cued up music on her phone – just one piece of swing music (a lengthy piece) for her first performance, then a series of more modern tracks for part two – about half an hour’s worth.
At nine fifteen, Chris knocked on the door of the door of the small conference room, and was admitted by Ryan and tracked by curious eyes as she made her way to the bathroom. Chris, meanwhile, set up their small video camera on a tripod and set up his camera. Finally, he connected her phone to the speaker system via Bluetooth, checked everything was working, and informed Ryan that they were ready.
He tapped on the door of Kay’s dressing room, and opened it a fraction, asking if she was ready. “Yes.” Her reply was quavering, and he could almost feel her nerves. He considered checking if she was still OK to go through with it, then decided against it.
He walked back into the room and collected his camera as the five young men sat around a low table. Kay’s face appeared round the door, and she nodded. He started the music.
The first thing he noticed was the fluidity of her movement. She had been attending dance classes for as long as he had known her, but he never really noticed before that she seemed quite talented. In fact, much of their dancing had been at family weddings, occasionally in crowded night clubs or at New Year parties, none of which show-cased a dancer’s ability.
Kay wore a full, frilly skirt, which fell almost to the floor behind her and swept up at the front to expose her stocking-covered legs. It just covered the suspenders, which Chris was confident she would be wearing. On top, she wore a jacket, giving the whole outfit the impression of a flamenco dancer. Her dancing, however, was nothing like that.
She began by dancing before each audience member, bumping and grinding her hips, bending low to allow the jacket to fall forward and expose her cleavage, while wafting her face with a fan – the only prop she could find. She walked behind the group, stroking their hair and allowing her body to brush their faces, before moving in front of them.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her jacket, revealing a corset beneath – a purple and black one which pushed her breasts up and cinched her waist. She shrugged off first one, then the other shoulder, before letting the jacket drop to the floor. Her tits looked amazing, and even Chris, who was very used to them, was impressed – mainly because they were squeezed in so tightly to produce her cleavage, yet managed not to pop out completely.
Kay must have had confidence in the garment, as she put her hands behind her head and made the exposed flesh ripple as she shook.
She turned her back to the audience and unfastened the skirt. It, too, was purple, with black trim and white layers underneath. She parted the front and teased, covering her backside as she switched her hips, before bending low and flicking the skirt up to offer a brief flash of black, full knickers, stockings and suspenders. The audience offered comments (all positive) and voiced their approval.
She dropped the skirt, revealing raunchy underwear – a fantasy in her corset, knickers and stockings. Again, she moved around between the men, now bending low to offer full views of her boobs, or turning to pull her knickers tight against her bum, revealing a distinct camel-toe between her legs.
The young men seemed to be feeling less confident now, almost nervous, as Kay took charge. Her brushes against them and apparent assurance making them realise that they would soon be getting some very intimate sights.
Kay pulled the table back, leaving space for her to get close in front of them. She placed her left leg on the chair between two of the men, inviting them to unclip her stockings. She then moved to the other end of the table, offering her other leg for the two at the other end. Then she stood before the groom, lifting her leg and placing it between the legs of the bridegroom, inviting him to remove first one, then the other stocking.
Bare-legged, she adopted more raunchy poses, and Chris waited for her to start undoing her corset. Instead, she turned, and began slipping off her knickers – at first slowly – one butt cheek at a time, and finally bending right forward as she slid the black silk down her legs.
Chris had assumed she wore nothing underneath, and had been surprised that she was showing her pussy before her tits – any gentleman knows it’s always tits first – but to his delight, although her firm buttocks were entirely visible, her hairless slit was not. She was wearing a small, black thong – invisible at first, as the string was wedged between her cheeks, but as she bent over, the tiny, black triangle provided the flimsiest covering.
She switched her hips from side to side, bent forward and slapped her firm, but slightly jiggling flesh, leaving a clear, red handprint. Her bum cheeks spread slightly as she bent over, offering a hint of the darker skin between them.
Finally, Kay turned, showing the tiny black triangle between her legs, beneath the corset, which had to come off next.
Again, she returned to her audience. There were eight clips fastening the front of the garment, which, once removed, would reveal her breasts. She invited each young man to undo one clip, finishing with the groom, whose head she held between her boobs, pushing his face against her skin, the cleavage now gone as her corset fell open.
She undid the final three clips herself, and continued dancing, the sides of the garment falling apart, yet still covering her – just, as she held it in place.
Finally, she turned her back to them, opened the corset wide and threw it away.
She continued to pose, looking naked in nothing but the hidden thong. She put her hands behind her head, bent forward, pushed her hips to one side, then the other, before finally turning to reveal herself.
But – one final tease – she wore nipple tassels – black with dangling tassels, covering her nipples. She began to dance again, swinging her breasts, making the tassels rotate first one direction, then the other. She shimmied her soft, bouncing flesh, approaching each man in turn, bouncing her boobs in their faces, barely six inches away, and moving on before they could reach up to touch her.
All except the groom. She moved closer to him, holding the jiggling mounds, one either side of his head and squeezing them around his face. She rubbed them around, not pulling back until he was red-faced and breathless.
Then, with a skip, she turned, and with her best sexy wiggle, stalked off to her changing room. Part one was over – a perfect tease to set them up for part two.
As the performance music stopped, and the background music took over once more, there was a silence as the small group processed this initial striptease. It had been sexy, and very high on teasing – yet she had not, actually, exposed the parts they really wanted to see. Had that been all, they would have been disappointed – yet, in fact, they were now desperate for part two. They applauded briefly, before settling back, resigned to a twenty minute wait before the main event.
As conversation resumed, the best man, Ryan, approached Chris. “That was great. You’re sure about the next part? Is she still OK with it?”
“Sure,” replied Chris, looking more relaxed than he felt, “she’s looking forward to it. I just hope all you guys are ready.”
Ryan gave a lascivious smirk. “Oh yes. After that, I think we’re definitely all in – even the one who wasn’t sure.” He winked and returned to his seat with his mates.
Chris considered how he felt. His stomach had churned as he watched his wife expose herself so wantonly. The routine had been very slick, almost professional, and he had found himself feeling increasingly turned on. By the end, he had been rock hard, apprehension replaced by lust, and he wanted nothing more than to go to his wife and fuck her right now, with all these young men watching. It was not to be though – there was more to come.
Chris went to the ‘changing room’, tapped on the door and went in. Kay was inside, washing herself, before applying fresh make-up and re-organising her hair, then putting on the next costume. Slowly, carefully, she pulled off the nipple tassels, held in place by small, sticky pads.
“Was I OK?” She asked, uncertainly.
“Amazing,” he replied, “they loved it and can’t wait for part two.”
She smiled. “And were you OK?”
He took her hand and placed it on his erection. “Fuck, yes. A bit jealous at first, then just horny. You had them in the palm of your hand. Which is a good thing really, considering what’s next.”
She smirked, and they looked at each other. “Once I’m done,” she stated, “We gather the stuff and go as fast as possible. I’m gonna want to fuck you, and we need to get to our room. Otherwise, I might just take you in reception and not give a shit who’s watching.”
He laughed and kissed her, before leaving, telling her she had ten minutes and he would tap on the door at the agreed time.
Returning to the small group of ‘stags’, he began reorganising the furniture. He placed the chairs in a loosely curved row, and put chair in the centre – ready for the ‘audience participation’.
As the room was often used for speakers and presentations, there were spotlights, and he organised them as he wanted them, to provide lighting, not only for Kay’s act, but also for his photographs and the video he was making. These might be private, but that was no reason to skimp on quality.
About a minute before the performance was due to resume, Chris tapped on the door of Kay’s room to check she was ready, then returned to his post. He turned up the volume of the music and started playing her first track – not the bump and grind this time, but more sensual rock, with heavy guitar chords and raunchy lyrics.
Kay sat and waited, breathing deeply. She was horny. This was one of her fantasies. She knew, however, that her performance was all-important and focused.
The music played, building up the tension, the five men becoming restless as they waited. They knew how things would end, but the build up increased their desire to get there.
Eventually, the door flew open, and Kay appeared. She could have been a different person. Her hair was pulled back severely, and she wore a nurse’s outfit, complete with cap. It was not a typical nurse’s outfit, of course. The tunic stopped just below her buttocks, and there were several buttons undone to expose her cleavage – but still, the stern expression made it clear – she was not to be argued with.
She sashayed forward, stocking-tops flashing with each step, and danced briefly, bending forward to show her underwear, deliberately titillating.
She walked along the line a couple of times, before stopping in front of the groom. She beckoned him to her – ‘next please’ – before grabbing his arm and leading him to the chair in the centre of the room.
Once there, she went through the motions of prodding and poking him, shaking her head as if finding some terrible illness, before deciding a more thorough examination was necessary.
She lifted off his t-shirt, and continued her checks, running her hands over his chest, low across his stomach, along the waistband of his trousers, before moving behind him and undoing the button and unzipping him. He looked nervous and swallowed as she knelt before him, sliding his trousers down, her warm breath on his manhood – clearly semi-erect.
His friends offered words of encouragement, wanting her to strip him.
She moved behind him again, revealing the tent which his boxers had now formed. His mates cheered at his embarrassment, and they applauded as she grabbed the rigid flesh. He gasped and stood still – his body as rigid and erect as his cock.
She knelt before him again and drew down his shorts. This time, his swinging cock was barely an inch from her mouth, and as he stepped out of his shorts, she poked her tongue out, brushing the swollen, purple head. He was quite well-built, she thought. Maybe seven inches long, and a comfortably satisfying girth. His wife would certainly be happy.
She grabbed him with her hand, making a performance of examining his penis in great detail, stroking along his shaft, holding his balls and sliding beneath, along his perineum. She stood, sliding her body over his, before pushing him gently on to the chair, facing his friends. He tried to cover himself, but Kay moved in quickly, insisting he part his legs and place his hands on his knees.
Then she approached the remaining group, and after a show of considering who to choose, selected Ryan and one of the other more confident men. She led them forward and stood them either side of their embarrassed friend.
Once more, she followed her procedure, going from one to the other, stripping them and examining their erections closely. Both were roughly average sized, although Ryan’s had a distinct bend to the right. Kay was intrigued to know how that might feel inside her, but quickly dismissed the thought.
She approached the final two men. This would be the big test – was the reluctant young man going to back out, or would he go with the flow? If he mad a scene, it could ruin the whole performance. Kay decided to be careful. Rather than just dragging him up as she had the others, she bent down to him first, and whispered words of reassurance.
Whether it was her words, or the alcohol, or just that he was too horny to care, he stood and took his place in the small row, and allowed himself to be stripped. The only slight problem was that he was not as fully erect as his friends, so Kay decided to give him the benefit of her manual and oral skills, until he stood, proudly hard. In fact, his cock was the most impressive. It was a good nine inches, and drew nods of appreciation from the other men as they glanced at it enviously.
Now it was Kay’s turn. She shrugged off the tunic, leaving her in bra and knickers, and wasted little time removing them to leave herself naked.
She worked along the row again, sliding her body over and around each man, allowing them to feel her breasts and wet pussy on their skin. Then she pulled up a chair and sat down. Leaning back, she toyed with her nipples, drawing them upwards and inviting each man to come and feel them as she became increasingly breathless. Then her hands slipped between her thighs, opening her labia to expose her inner parts, letting the men stare longingly, before she started masturbating gently, fingers running over her clit and into her hole.
She did not want to get too carried away, however. She stood and walked toward the groom – it was his night, and this was his treat. She grabbed his erection and drew him toward the chair. Then she sat again, spread her legs and indicated that he should drop to his knees.
Taking his hand, she guided it to her soaking cunt, pushing his finger on to her clit and encouraging him to rub her, before withdrawing his hand, sucking her juices off his finger and leading two fingers down and into her cunt. Once they were inside her, she grabbed his hand and began pulling his fingers in and out, loving the sensation on her sensitive parts.
Once he had built up a good rhythm, she let him continue on his own, while her hand went behind his head, pulling it down, so his mouth was against her pussy. His tongue snaked out, and after a little exploration, located her clit. His technique was not great, but certainly good enough in her rampant state.
She forced herself to relax, and felt her climax approach, mount and consume her. Her juices flowed freely, running over his hand and mouth, dripping on the floor. From the way he pulled back, she guessed she must have squirted. She didn’t care, and pushed his face back to continue lapping her free-flowing secretions. In fairness, it might have freaked him out completely, but he stuck to the task, lapping until her climax relented and she realised that there was still more to do.
She desperately wanted a cock deep inside her, but knew that was not part of the deal. In such a setting, condoms might easily be over-looked, and the groom, while up for fun, would feel, Ryan had said, that actually fucking another woman would be too much. She wanted to enjoy the next part, then go and fuck.
She drew the groom to his feet, and slid forward on to her knees. Taking him in her mouth, she began to deliver her finest oral skills. She almost forgot that he was young, and might have less staying-power than older men, but fortunately, his moan alerted her. She did not want him to cum – not yet, anyway.
Releasing him, she guided the other men into a rough semi-circle around her, ensuring that Chris’s video camera would not be blocked by a man’s hairy arse. Kneeling, surrounded by hard cocks, she went to work.
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