I made the most of a few days of rest. I had enjoyed a wonderfully exciting time of new and old sexual pleasures, but it had taken its toll on me physically, and I needed to take it steady for a while and get rid of some aches and pains. By the time the next Friday arrived, however, I felt ready for some more foursome fun with Hazel, my toyboy Ray, and hubby.
It was a little different this time though as we all met at Hazel’s apartment, and Ray turned up nice and early for a change. We started with a straight swap in different rooms. I was with Ray in the spare room, and Hazel and Gary went to her bedroom.
Ray was on form, so I was happy enough for it to stay that way for a while, so it was a good hour and a half later before anything changed. Then Hazel knocked on our door, announcing that Gary was “shagged out,” and asking if she could join us.
The two of us licking and sucking Ray’s cock and balls got a very healthy response, and my lucky toy boy was soon being treated to the pleasures of Hazel’s gorgeous pussy while I sucked on her nipples and felt her fingers find mine at the same time. Hazel was really going for it, bouncing up and down on Ray’s cock faster and faster, bringing him to a very noisy cum far too soon.
But at least that gave us the opportunity for some girlie fun. Ray disappeared to clean himself up, and Hazel and I went straight for a sixty-nine. Bloody hell, she was getting really carried away and her fingers were quite rough inside my pussy as her tongue teased my clit. It was as though she was in a desperate hurry to bring me to a cum.
Because she had hurt me a couple of times, I actually got her to cum first with my steady but prolonged attack on her lovely fun hole. She bucked and squealed as I felt her juices hit my tongue and fingers. I didn’t stop but just kept her on the boil while she continued to finger fuck and lick me, a little more gently now.
Wow! Ray had already made me cum twice, but this was the best one for sure and made me forget about the bit of pain I had suffered from her over-enthusiasm.
It was time for some liquid refreshment and the three of us assembled in Hazel’s kitchen. None of us had decided to put anything on. We knew each other’s bodies so well, that there wasn’t much point. We had some laughs while we all had a couple of glasses of wine, but Gary never appeared, presumably still shagged out!
What happened next raised alarm bells for me. Hazel finished her drink and without saying a word, went straight back to her bedroom.
Ray and I were still finishing our drinks as we heard the two of them getting some action started again. Gary obviously wasn’t that shagged out after all.
So, the night ended up as a straight swap again. That was OK with me – Ray is a good stayer. But from the noises coming from the next room, my Gary was finding a lot of energy from somewhere, and I was more than a little curious.
When Gary and I got home in the morning, there was very little conversation. Normally I would have to describe to him all that had happened, and then we would make love because it turns him on so. But not this time. Just inane chatter to be frank. We weren’t angry with each other, but it was all so different and I detected a distinct coolness between us.
It didn’t prey on my mind for too long though. Checking my mail, Mike had contacted me, asking me to talk to him online as soon as I could.
I waited until nighttime because I had assumed that Mike felt like a bit of mutual stimulation, just like we had many times before. I had selected a pale blue baby doll nightie in anticipation of teasing him and also got a couple of toys out of my cupboard. When we connected, Mike was dressed quite normally. I was a little disappointed, but he said lovely things about the way I looked.
“Can we talk first Jill? “Mike started. “I have some exciting news for you.”
He went on to tell me that he had got nearly everything in place and organised for him to film a Roman-style orgy. The last time we had been together, I had told him that I had that sort of thing on my wish list, and bless him, he had worked long and hard to try and make it happen.
“Are you able to get over here in nine days’ time? Mike asked.
“Yes, of course, I can. I would love to,” I replied without even consulting my diary.
Mike told me that I could stop at his place “if I liked.” Well, that didn’t take too much considering, although it was on my mind that I may be able to spend some time with Yvonne too. All those thoughts coming into my head had sent a message down my body, and I was soaking wet.
I took my PC into the lounge so that I could use the settee while I played with myself on camera. I didn’t say a word, I just did it, my fingers delving into my pussy inside the see-through panties. Mike didn’t speak either, but quickly dropped his shorts and started wanking himself, smiling into his camera.
I stopped fingering myself for a second while I took my baby doll right off and then lay down so that I could carry on frigging myself with one hand, and tweak my nipples with the other.
It was one of the best PC camera sessions I had ever had. My mind was racing between the sight of Mike’s hard cock nearing ejaculation, the prospect of an orgy, and the memories of the great fucks we had enjoyed with each other.
Mike wanked himself to a cum quickly and made a lot of noise about it. That did it for me too and I squealed in delight as my fingers brought me to a very satisfying climax
As I lay on the settee getting my breath back I noticed Gary peeking at me through the bannisters. He came down to look at my PC and waved at Mike while he was cleaning himself up. Looking straight into the camera, Gary said, “Thanks for warming her up. I’m going to fuck her senseless now right in front of you.”
And he did. I couldn’t have stopped him if I wanted to. He was like a man possessed. Gary’s cock was harder than it had been for many shags and he kept smiling at the camera while he gained pace, and I must admit that I put on a bit of a show for Mike as well.
It was all over very quickly, but it was a tremendous feeling. I just love performing with others watching.
Mike thanked us, telling hubby that he had fucked me eleven times and was going to fuck me again soon. and that he had now watched me being fucked by four different guys. I’m not sure that eleven was correct. But yes, he had watched and filmed me being fucked by Steve, Gunner and Wes, and had now, of course, witnessed Gary having his wicked way with me.
After we switched the PC off, Gary asked me about the “fuck me again soon” sentence, so I told him what was planned as best I could.
We were both shattered, so we went off to bed for a good night’s sleep, but after a couple of coffees in the morning, we started talking about the plans for going to the UK. I asked Gary if he was going to come too. After all, both of us in an orgy would be great fun.
His answer really shocked me. He told me that he had made arrangements here and that he had tennis commitments that he couldn’t miss.
I was disappointed, but I just got on with making arrangements for myself. I booked flights, returning ten days later. That would give me time to visit family as well as spend a couple of days with Yvonne. Excitedly, I spoke with Mike to confirm my flight details, a call which again ended up with Mike having to clean himself up, and me bringing myself to a lovely cum
Before I left for the UK, life carried on as normal. I had a night of passion with toyboy Ray, some lovely time with Hazel over at her apartment, and another blissfully thrilling evening of edging with Bulent. Gary, however, was not at all his usual rampant self after each of those adventures. We didn’t argue, but things were very different between us, and I didn’t know why.
Putting any worries behind me, I arrived at Stansted airport on time, and Mike was there to pick me up. He looked very elegant in a pale grey two-piece suit, and he smelt great too. He was in great form, constantly making me laugh on the way back to his place.
The first time that the planned orgy was mentioned was when we were about ten minutes away from his house. I brought the subject up because I was eager to know more. But Mike told me that everything had been organised. The place, the time, the people, the cameras, and, of course, the togas.
He told me that he had hired part of a large mansion and that it had an indoor swimming pool. I wouldn’t have long to wait either. It was all taking place on Sunday afternoon, and it was already Friday evening.
The anticipation of it all had made me so very randy, so when we arrived at Mike’s place, I didn’t object as he closed the front door, pushed me against the wall in his hallway, and buried his tongue deep inside my mouth.
Mike was obviously just as randy as I was. I managed to push him back just a little so that I could undo the buttons on my blouse, starting at the top and going all the way down. When I had my blouse open, my hand stayed down there and found his flies and the belt of his suit trousers. I eased them and his jockeys down, and started to play with his lovely hard cock.
Mike lifted the hem of my skirt up, held it up with his teeth and ripped my panties right off in a single swift motion. There was no foreplay. Mike fucked me standing up against the wall. It was urgent, almost brutal, but we both wanted it to be that way.
The things we said to each other were obscene, but somehow it all seemed appropriate. Mike called me a dirty sexy bitch as he shot his load deep inside me. I didn’t cum, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before Mike put that situation right.
We came down from the high and got our breaths back. We walked through to the kitchen, where Mike got two beers out of the fridge. No glasses, drinking from the bottle and looking at each other, smiling occasionally, but just deep in our thoughts. Not a word was said, and we finished our beers at the same time and put the bottles down simultaneously onto his breakfast bar.
Mike led me through to the lounge. My blouse was completely open, and my bra was still on but pulled down so that my nipples were showing above the lace. My panties were still somewhere on the floor of the hallway, no use to anyone anymore.
On the settee, we both took our time, patiently running our tongues all over each other. He was like another lover altogether, tenderly probing my pussy with his tongue and fingers.
Mike even edged me a couple of times, but it was only seconds before I squealed in delight and gave him my cum. It seemed to last forever as he licked me out, telling me how good I tasted.
Very quickly afterwards, Mike stood up, turned around and eased his lovely cock into my dampness. Slowly forcing it up me with one of my legs over his shoulder, and then gradually increasing his pace.
As he approached his cum, his language got very crude again, but it all added to my excitement. He didn’t pull out and left his cock inside me for ages after he had shot his load.
It had been an expert fuck, and I seemed to realise straight afterwards that getting better fucks than my hubby could manage was becoming more frequent.
“Are you superstitious Mike,” I asked him.
“Not particularly Jill,” he answered, “why do you ask?”
I told him that he had informed Gary that he had fucked me eleven times before this visit, so, according to my maths, we were now at thirteen.
“Ah well, in that case, I am particularly superstitious Jill,” he told me, smiling.
In no time, I was whisked off to his bedroom where he somehow found the strength and energy to bring me to another long and noisy cum before lifting me up from the hips and lowering me onto his cock. It is my favourite position, and I took control this time, bouncing up and down, moving my hips around, and pushing my nipples forward into his mouth so that he could give them a good sucking. And it was all done at whatever pace I desired.
I kept teasing him a little too, making out that I was going to finish him off but slowly subsiding and sometimes raising myself so that he almost came out. Being in so much control felt really wonderful, and I knew exactly when to take him all the way. He made such a row, and that made me cum again too.
Saturday came and went. Mike had arranged for me to have the full beautician treatment at his place. It wasn’t Yvonne, but I knew I would be seeing her later in the week anyway.
Time seemed to drag, but Sunday morning came eventually. Mike and I had not had any more fun. He was very busy ensuring all he had arranged was in place.
We left his house just after midday and arrived at the mansion a full ninety minutes before the arranged start. It was a very large country house. To this day, I still have no idea who owns it, but it was obviously someone with a very large fortune.
Mike led me through a side entrance, through a games room with a snooker table in the middle, and then through another door to a lovely indoor swimming pool.
Everything in the room seemed to be made of marble. There was a jacuzzi pool at one end, and a few bench-style seats to the sides, all with luxurious purple cushions on them. Another door to the side led to two changing rooms and toilets, one for the guys and one for the ladies.
A double door right at the back led to a large room with a host of oak tables down the centre. There were beds of all shapes and sizes plus a couple of chaise-longues next to each other.
I was still taking it all in when three cameramen arrived with all their equipment. Very quickly it resembled a film set with two cameras set up on moving trolleys. There were lights and spotlights and cables all over the place, and a further three guys turned up to help set it all up.
Caterers arrived, first covering all the tables with scarlet table cloths and then bringing in loads of food, wine, plates cutlery and glasses.
Mike had gone to so much trouble, and there was still more stuff coming in when he led me through to the changing room. The togas were all laid out on some wooden benches, and just as I picked up one to examine it, three other ladies arrived. They were all younger than me, maybe in their forties, and very good-looking.
We smiled and got to know each other’s names and then helped each other into the togas. One lady kept her panties on underneath, but the rest of us didn’t.
I think we were all a little nervous. There were lots of little giggles, but that didn’t last long, as more ladies were arriving thick and fast. And one of them was Yvonne! She hadn’t said a word to me about it, but I couldn’t stop showing how pleased I was to see her, giving her a very long hug.
I counted. There were sixteen of us. At least half of them were quite young, then some probably in their late forties, and a couple the same age as me. There were some real beauties too, as well as three that were on the buxom side.
We could hear men’s laughter and talk in the next room.
The tenseness of it all was relieved by two waitresses coming in and handing us a very large glass of wine. My mouth was very dry because of the nerves, and I drank the first glass far too quickly, only to have it refilled almost immediately.
A lady I hadn’t seen before, but who looked very important, told us that the “party” was about to start, and asked us to go into the big room and seat ourselves at the tables.
The guys all came in at the same time, and at first, it was just like a dinner party, except for the cameramen moving up and down in front and behind us. I glanced over at Yvonne, and suddenly realised that the guys on either side of her were Steve and Gunner, and Wes was also there a few places away.
I also had a guy on either side of me, but I hadn’t met them before. On my left was Gerald, a very portly man in his sixties, and on my right, a tall dark and handsome man who I judged would be far too young for me.
The wine was flowing freely, and at the far end of the table, a couple stood up and moved over to a bed near them. They were both young and attractive, and they wasted no time in getting their togas off. One of the cameramen moved in close as they started making out.
That all seemed to be the catalyst for everyone. Some stayed at the table, others moved to the beds, and I saw two ladies go straight through the doors to the swimming pool.
I was being fed grapes very sensually by Gerald, my head thrown back enjoying the sensation as my tongue searched out the grapes and his stubby fingers.
The guy on the left (I never did find out his name) started exploring my leg underneath the toga, but he was snogging a lady on the other side of him.
Gerald put the grapes down and opened the top of my toga, exposing my boobs, and then speedily buried his head in them, moving his lips from nipple to nipple.
At the same time, the other guy’s hand found my pussy, and he turned around to give me a lovely french kiss. My God, he was good-looking. I realised that the lady on the other side of him had gone off somewhere and that I had two men to myself.
Lucky me! I was taken over to a chaise lounge by the two of them. My toga stayed on, but completely open as they laid me down.
So much was going on. Without watching the video afterwards, it would have been difficult to describe all that went on. Grunts, squeals, squelching noises etc were coming from all angles, and the cameras were moving back and forth and zooming in and out.
But in a nutshell, I know that Gerald fucked me while I was giving the young good looking guy a blow job. Wes, I believe didn’t come near me, but both of the other two studs, Steve and Gunner, had their ways with me, but not at the same time.
I was also part of a girlie foursome with Yvonne and two other ladies who I didn’t know. I also remember going for a swim and then enjoying a very wet threesome on a lounger at the side of the pool with a really tall guy and an Asian lady.
I recall the Asian lady bringing me to very strong cum, and the guy licking me out afterwards, but I really don’t know whether he fucked me or not. If he did, it wasn’t on the video. But I hope he did because his cock had made me gag a lot and I wanted to feel the full length inside me.
Too much wine had affected most of us there to be sure, and towards the end, there were several sprawled semi-naked bodies lying around. Some were in positions that looked very uncomfortable.
A fully clothed Mike, apparently still sober, appeared from somewhere, and helped me get my stuff together. He drove me home still dressed in just the toga.
In hindsight, it was stupid of me to have so much to drink, because a lot of what happened passed me by. But we have the video, and I was happy to have ticked another box on my wish list.
The rest of my stay in the UK went just as planned. I had two more nights with Mike and then went to stay the last three nights with Yvonne.
I could happily have missed my flight back here to Turkey, but I did have a lot to tell Gary and a great video to show him.
Things hadn’t changed when I got back though. Gary didn’t want to hear about my escapades or even look at the video of the orgy.
Hazel was much more interested though, and we shared some lovely moments at her apartment talking about what happened. We shared several orgasms reliving some of them too.
Strangely, she doesn’t get upset or jealous when I talk about Yvonne. In fact, it seems to turn her on, much like Gary is when I describe things to him.
Two days later, I got a call from Bulent. I met him at his hotel at lunchtime and spent the afternoon, evening and night being wined and dined, and well and truly fucked. He was getting better and better, constantly edging before bringing me to the most fantastic cums.
But we had a good chat in between fucks, where he told me that Ufuk had been in touch with him, and was keen to set up another gang bang. They wanted to know if I was still up for another one. Silly question really! I told Bulent that I couldn’t wait, and to let me know where and when.
Bulent did all the arrangements this time. We obviously couldn’t use Ufuk’s mansion anymore, but Bulent has a lot of contacts, and by the end of the next day, it was all confirmed. The time, the place, sixteen guys, and “would I do a strip please?”
I only had four days to plan and rehearse, but when the day came, I was ready.
I’d told hubby all about it, but he was still acting strangely, and eventually, I made my way to Bulent’s hotel, and he took me on a two-hour drive to find the place he’d decided to use.
It was a hotel near the seafront at a lovely little place called Bozburun. The hotel was empty and a little dilapidated. Bulent told me it had fallen into hard times because of Covid and was up for sale. But it had a conference room which we could use. There was no electricity, but Ufuk was bringing a generator with him.
We’d arrived at about 2 pm, so there were six hours to get things ready. Incredibly, by 5 pm, it was all finished and ready to go. A stage for me to perform on, a king-size bed, some stage lights, music, and a lot of chairs.
Ufuk could see that I was looking a little puzzled by the number of chairs, but told me not to worry. There would be sixteen guys including himself for the gang bang, but there would be maybe fifty or so spectators, and was I OK with that?
I was a little taken aback, but I had rehearsed the striptease at home quite a few times and had decided to wear the long silver dress with the split right up one side. I had used the outfit before, and it had gone well.
My bra, panties and suspenders were all black, and my stockings were black too, with a lovely lacy trim. The split was high enough to show the trim and a peek of thigh flesh just above.
Tried and tested things work well. so I had Ufuk arrange four rows of four chairs for himself and the fifteen others who would be pleasuring me.
Bulent was with me as I got ready, saying wonderful things about how I looked. I have to say, it made me even randier getting ready in front of him. But he had to leave me and get the music and microphone ready, He told me to take it easy for a while, and that he would come and see me again five minutes before the start,
I could hear a lot of noise as people arrived. Bulent testing the sound, chair legs being moved and a lot of talking. I was happy knowing that Ufuk would be there. He knows what I like, and we had a ready-made format for the gang bang itself. Just four guys at a time, with Ufuk controlling things.
It’s amazing how the thought of what I was about to do was affecting me. I love performing, I love being ogled and complimented, and wholly giving myself to so many strangers, and all the pleasure that goes with that. Well, I just couldn’t wait to start.
The time came. The strip went well, with me lying across a row of four guys each time I wanted something taking off.
My audience seemed to be loving it too, and it was only when I was down to just suspenders and stockings that I noticed four ladies sitting together watching too. And one of them was Ugras, Ufuk’s wife.
Striptease over, Bulent and Ufuk quickly moved the bed centre stage. I left my stockings and suspenders on and sat on the bed. I looked directly at the four rows of guys, all sitting patiently waiting for Ufuk’s guide.
I crossed and uncrossed my legs as Ufuk gave the order, and the first four guys got their kit off, leaving them on the chairs behind them.
Ufuk knows that I like oral first, and was the first to go down on me, while I started doing my best to keep the other three happy with my tongue and hands.
I was the only one to cum. All the guys were pretty skilled and had no problem finding my clit. I was loving it all, and so was my audience.
Ufuk did things differently. I still hadn’t been fucked when he brought the next four guys, and he repeated that with the back two rows. I’d had several cums by this time, but my blow jobs hadn’t succeeded in bringing any of them off.
Next, Ufuk set up the first four random guys to come and fuck me. They hadn’t sat back down on their chairs, so it was just four at a time.
I was so ready. They could take me in any position they wanted but were not allowed to fuck my bum. Some lasted seconds, some a lot longer.
Most of the time, depending on what position I was in, my nipples were being sucked and licked and there was always at least one tongue playing with mine. I got carried away perhaps a little more than I should have allowed, but it’s difficult when there’s so much pleasure coursing through your body.
The cheers and applause that came every time a different cock entered me were wonderful.
Most of the guys shot their loads inside of me, but some decided to pull out, and I was left in the end exhausted, happy and with cum on my tits, face, hair and tummy.
I have to say that I loved every minute. There was nothing I wouldn’t do again. The guys were all pretty fit, clean, smelt very good, and with one exception, were not too rough. (one guy had made me bleed a little with his fingers while licking me out.)
Before I left to clean myself up, Ugras came down from the audience and told me in Turkish that she thought I had been wonderful, and that she wanted to see me with her friends very soon. I smiled and asked her to keep in touch.
Bulent drove me back to his hotel, and I stopped the night with him. It was just hugs and cuddles though, and he understood that I was too shattered for anything else.
Gary wasn’t at home when I got there the next morning, but he turned up around lunchtime. I asked him if he would like to hear all about my gang bang. It went down like a lead balloon.
We both stayed at home for the rest of the day, swimming in the pool and chatting while relaxing on the sunbeds, but still nothing about sex.
Gary cooked our dinner, and we sat outside afterwards with drinks, but it all seemed hard work. Eventually, one of us had to say something, and I’m afraid it was me. I asked Gary what the hell was up.
I was losing it a little, but Gary kept very controlled, saying as little as possible.
“Go and get your fucking journal Gary,” I shouted. “There’s one hell of a lot to put in it, and tomorrow I am going to make sure there’s fucking more too.”
He was relaxed and calm. He finished his beer, put the bottle down, and looked straight at me before saying anything.
What he told me to start off with wasn’t a surprise, telling me that his affair with Yasemin the tennis coach had gotten very serious. But he followed it up with “I’m moving in with her tomorrow.”
Then he said, “I’ll see you alright financially, and I really don’t care what you get up to anymore. I’ll be gone by the time you wake up in the morning.”
Just like that. And he was.
I cried for a fair time, keeping my thoughts to myself. But for appearance’s sake, I kept going, doing a bit of shopping etc.
Hazel was the first person I told, maybe three days later. She consoled me, and we had a hug, but I couldn’t bring myself to go any further – neither of us was in the mood.
Gary and I have been married for over fifty years, and, of course, we’ve had our ups and downs, but neither of us had ever walked out before.
I’m afraid that over the next week or so, I let my bitterness get the better of me, and actively looked for as much sex as I could get.
I spent one night with Adil, another with Bulent, and then toyboy Ray obliged one afternoon when I was feeling lonely.
Hazel didn’t seem to know how to handle the situation, but another evening over at her apartment ended with her consoling me in the time-honoured fashion.
Even though my sex life was as full as ever, I had to admit to myself that I was missing Gary. Jealousy didn’t really come into it, he could carry on fucking Yasemin as much as he liked, but I did want him back.
As it happened, I didn’t have long to wait. Three days later, Gary turned up back at home on his own.
At the time, I was upstairs being well and truly fucked by Emre the log man. We didn’t need any logs, but I just phoned him and asked if he would like to come over.
I imagined that being caught out like that would have completely finished everything, but Gary sat outside in the garden and waited until Emre had gone.
“I‘ve made a mistake, and I’d like to move back in if you’ll take me,” he said with pleading eyes.
No words were required from me. I just took hold of his hand and led him up to our bedroom. The bed was still a mess from my passionate fun with Emre, but Gary and I made love. And it was making love, so much more than just a fuck.
In the morning, we lay in bed together talking for ages. Gary told me that he now realised that Yasemin was only interested in him because she thought she could make some money out of him, and as far as he was concerned it was definitely all over between them.
He was full of remorse and said he still got a kick out of what I got up to. He wanted me to carry on, and also to bring his journal up to date, and watch the video of the orgy.
It was a really hot and sunny day, but we put the air conditioning on and watched the video together, and made love again.
Then, I explained in detail all the action he had missed out on including my last gang bang.
I went for a swim while he brought his journal up to date. It took him ages, but finally, he came out into the garden and told me he had finished.
“I can’t be certain that I am 100% correct, because neither of us is really sure how many guys fucked you at the orgy,” Gary started, “but believe it or not, I think you are at exactly one hundred and fifty different cocks. Congratulations.” he finished, with a large smile on his face.
“How many ladies?” I asked him.
“Fourteen, and I am fairly sure that is correct,” he told me.
Then he jumped in the pool, and we hugged and kissed, and swam, and hugged and kissed again. It was lovely.
We got out and sat at the edge of the pool with our legs in the water. Both of us were completely naked and deliriously happy.
“So Gary, do you want me to give it all up now then?” I enquired.
“No, not at all Jill. If you can get more fun, I am happy for you. You are still one good-looking woman, and I still get a kick out of hearing about your conquests,” he told me.
“My extra marital shagging days are over now though Jill, believe me. I am happy with just you,” Gary said.
Then, hand in hand, we made our way to the nearest sunbed and had some afternoon delight under the shade of a big palm tree.
So, all ended happily, and I could carry on with my naughty sexual lifestyle if I wanted to.
I really wasn’t sure at that precise moment whether I wanted to or not.