“I invite you to a party! My cousin is sailing his yacht back from, how to say, sea tries.”
“Sea trials?” I offered.
“Yes. My friend has a hotel, and he rec, com, mend the guy to repair the ship! Big party. They will love your wife!”
Ellie looked at me and raised one eyebrow.
“I mean they love her beauty, her wonderful hair and eyes.”
“So.” I said. “At this party, you would like us to meet your cousin the yacht owner, and the hotel owner?”
“Yes and the ship’s captain.”
We took the details and said we’d get back to him.
“What do you think?” she asked me later.
“Yannis is proud of his blonde ‘conquest’ and would like to show you off to his important friends. I’d say he wants you to have sex with three guys. Four, as he’ll want another go.”
“So — what do you think?”
“I think you should have fun. But it’s your decision.”
“Well double penetration was awesome, and I want to try it again. And the thought of four men servicing me is making me throb! I’m sure I’d love it!”
“There’s just one point to consider then.”
“You want to make sure they don’t mind you watching.”
She sounded like I was an afterthought. She was so into this, I could envisage a time when she would break our agreement. A quick blowjob for Rupert was one thing. But I was getting the impression she wouldn’t mind some action without me.
“Yes, I want to watch, but I was thinking about something else. We go to a hotel room, but who else gets invited once the fun starts? Activities like this get on the grapevine. You might find the guy who did the yacht repairs, or half the crew, lining up.”
“That’s why you should tag along. Keep an eye on things.”
So, a gangbang would be fun; I only had to ‘tag along’.
We went to the hotel. And the four main players were soon in attendance; hovering like flies round jam. There were a couple of attempts to divert my attention to any number of available women. But I stuck to my guns and stayed close. They were all captivated with Ellie’s golden waves and pale eyes, and she took them on. I can’t do the maths for all possible methods of double penetration with four men. But she did all the combinations. They came at least twice each, mostly up her arse, and so did I. We stayed in the hotel that night and, despite taking over a dozen loads, she was insatiable. We fucked twice more before breakfast.
As soon as we got back to England, Rupert and Renée invited us back to Lancaster House, and the evening turned into a straight swap. I think it was instigated by Renée. It was a voyeur’s fantasy, watching each other perform in the lounge, but then we retired to separate bedrooms. Don’t get me wrong, Renée was great; very different to Ellie, which is what swapping is all about. But that was the first time Ellie spent the night with another man, and without me.
And so, the new norm established, I asked her to fuck my boss, Terence. There was a promotion coming up. She took him to her bedroom, and used her anal persuasion on him. OK, I’d been the one who set it up. But we’d started off with me wanting to watch her with another man, then her wanting twos up. But I now felt her slipping away. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother me. I’d set out with a goal, and surpassed it.
Then things came to a head. Rupert and I had a long private discussion. He told me what he wanted, and I could tell he was describing one of his most powerful fantasies. I negotiated accordingly.
“Rupert wants me to go to his place, without you sweetie.”
“When?” I feigned ignorance.
“Friday; he’s entertaining some business associates and wants me as a hostess. I’ll be there till Sunday morning.”
“OK.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Seems this is where we’re at now.”
“I can come round to yours Sunday, and see how the garage looks, and tell you what I got up to.”
Friday evening, an estate agent put a value on my place. I knew I’d improved it as far possible, but was still pleasantly surprised at his estimate. He even had a buyer interested.
Ellie arrived Sunday afternoon.
“Wow! I can’t believe the difference. You must have spent a fortune!”
“It didn’t cost that much!”
“Can I have a look upstairs?”
I’d added a part-floor over the garage; an en suite, dressing area, and computer nook. These were attached to the middle bedroom. With no clothes storage needed, it was now effectively bigger than the largest. Downstairs, she was impressed with the utility room, plus small toilet. The extra space in the kitchen now allowed a breakfast bar. The back garden looked huge, despite the new greenhouse.
We sat at the bar and Ellie recounted her exploits. On arrival, she’d had her pubic hair shaved, and been dressed as a French maid. A short black dress that was see-through to the waist; the material made her nipples permanently hard. The skirt exposed her stockings and transparent French knickers. Rupert’s associates had groped her non-stop.
“Early on, they could fondle me through my top as much as they liked. But if they wanted to feel my bare tits, they had to put a tenner in a stocking. My nipples are red raw! Later, it was the same rules down below; free grope through my knickers, but if they wanted to go under, they had to put twenty in my stocking.”
“How many were there?”
“Five. Rupert started the evening by demonstrating the groping rules. It was exciting being displayed and fingered in front of strangers. And I couldn’t believe how rich they were. I had to keep emptying my stockings. I’ve come away with over a thousand pounds!”
“Wow! Were there any other women?”
“No. Renée stayed out of sight the whole time. Rupert said she was with Duncan again, and two other men. Once it got late, and they were all tipsy, groping was free. They started pulling me onto their laps and fingering me properly. Then it turned into an orgy. I’d only drunk two glasses of wine, but was feeling super horny!”
‘Yes.’ I thought. ‘That would be the MDMA.’
“I got them in a row on two sofas. Though thinking about it, maybe there were more than five. Three men per sofa?”
‘Eight actually.’ I thought.
“I went down the line and sucked each one. It was amazing! Big, small, cut, uncut; one had shaved, just like Rupert! When they were all hard, I took off my knickers and straddled each one. But before any could cum in my cunt, I moved on to the next one, sitting my arse on them!”
And so the description went on. They had all fucked her, in all three holes. She estimated over twenty loads in various orifices. She’d been given the blue room again, but had been visited till three in the morning; then allowed to sleep till six, when it had started all over again. The horseplay had reverted to mere groping Saturday morning and she’d managed a nap while they had their business meeting. Then she’d been taken to another suite to entertain just three of the businessmen for the afternoon. They had been the most important ones, she announced proudly. Rupert had been present but not participated. She said it was more of the same, but I knew better. I’d asked Rupert to send me photos. There had been some watersports.
“What did you do last night, after dinner?”
“Um, not much; I think I just went to bed on my own.”
She been given a roofie and pulled a train with all of them.
“And where do we stand now; you and me?” I asked.
“I was coming to that. We’ve come a long way haven’t we?”
“We certainly have.”
“The thing is, I’ve kind of overtaken you.”
“Explain.”
“I love this hedonistic lifestyle, and appreciate you were the one to open these doors for me. But now I’m moving on, sorry.” Rupert has offered me a position as his personal assistant. Renée approves. I’m aware of the ‘extra responsibilities’, but I’m looking forward to them! The pay is twice as much as I’m getting now, and he’ll give me a private suite at Lancaster House. So I’ll make even more money, renting out my place. I’m handing in my notice to Giles tomorrow.”
“I see. And is that what it’s all about; the money?”
“Mostly, but it’s also about the sex. I love it and, sorry, but I don’t need you for that any more. Also …”
“Go on, spit it out.”
“You’re in a different league Dave; financially I mean, not sexually. You’re not like those guys over the weekend; not even like a Greek restaurant manager, or a ship’s captain. You’ve done wonders with this house, but it’s still a three bed semi. And you didn’t even get that promotion, despite Terence having my arse! I’m sorry, I know this is hurtful. And I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me. But the truth is, it is about money; and I can do better.”
Well at least she stopped short of calling me a loser. And didn’t mention that awful cliché: ‘We can still be friends’.
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