by Ruby Cox
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Ruby Cox
His birthday presents
My name is Anne I have been married to Bob for over 30 years, not long after we married, he said to me one night that he would love to watch me with another man I went mad and we didn’t speak for a few days and he never mentioned it again for a few years,
I am 50 now and I am a size 20 dyed hair brown 5ft 3.
now when we have sex bob always makes love to me nice and gentle anyway where I work there are a couple of guys always telling me they would love to get in my knickers they are Dave, mike and rob they and all in their 40s and all married.
Well one day I was having a chat about work to them when they started coming on to me again so I said to them I wanted to give my hubby a birthday he will never forget and I told them my plan and asked if they were up for it and like I said bob has only ever made love to me and my fantasy was to be taken and well and truly fucked I just wanted to see if I could handle being treated rough during sex.
So, the date was fixed and I booked a hotel room I told bob I was taking him away for his birthday.
The day came and we booked in the hotel had a meal and back to the room for the evening I told bob to strip and I put a towel on the chair and told him I had a surprise for him I tied him to the chair and started to give him a blow job I then went to get change I put on an old bra and pants and an old dress when I went back into the room he looked at me and said why was I wearing my old clothes, just then the door went and I said sit and watch I opened the door and the 3 of them walked in and I said to bob enjoy your present I said you have always wanted to see me fuck a man and now you can.
I had a safe word and told them if I said it they had to stop straight away which they agreed to so then I took a large mouthful of wine just turned round and said right guys I am all yours I told them that they had to rip all my clothes off and just take me anything goes no holes barred until I said the safe word or they were to knackered to carry on I had already seen there cocks all average size so I knew I would be ok.
Dave moved first he grabbed my arms and pulled them back and mike just grabbed my dress and ripped it off me rob ripped my knickers of and they pulled my bra off and pushed me on the bed rob got his cock out and forced it in my mouth and took hold of my legs while mike just rammed his cock in me, no foreplay just raw sex.
Dave came along side me and started biting my tits and nipples I managed to look over to bob who was sat there mouth open with a hard on they all took in turns fucking me in my mouth and pussy and then when Dave was fucking me I felt him putting a finger near my arse now I wasn't expecting this as I never had anal sex but I watched him suck his fingers and then push a finger up me bum.
I screamed and mike pushed his cock in my mouth then Dave said her arse is nice and tight mike said which one do you want first up your arse.
I was shaking my head saying none of you mike said seeing as I the nearest I am going first he took his cock out of my pussy and started to push it up my arse but I was too tight so he asked rob to find some cream and with my face cream on his finger he pushed his finger right in, boy it hurt but then It felt pleasure and I came all over the bed he then put more fingers in me and each time I come then it was time for his cock and from then on they all had a go bob kept saying you’re hurting her leave her alone I told him to shut the fuck up and watch.
He may learn how to fuck a woman properly they all took turns fucking my arse pussy and mouth I have never come so much in 1 night in all my life it was now gone midnight and Dave said it was time for the ultimate finish and he lay on the bed and told me to put his cock in my arse I did as I was told then he pulled me back and told mike to fuck my cunt as he put it and rob put his cock in my mouth all 3 holes filled with cock it felt great once they had all done this they then left.
I was covered in love bites my tits were sore my pussy was leaking come everywhere and my arse was red raw once they left I asked bob if he enjoy his birthday present he said it was great but he didn't like it when they hurt me by fucking my arse I told him we had a safe word if it was getting to much but
I was so turned on I forgot to use it when they started playing with my arse and now I glad I did I untied bob and said I was going for a shower he grabbed me by my hair and said you’re going nowhere until I say so he pushed his cock in my mouth and after a couple of strokes he came and made me swallow it all the he pushed 3 fingers in my pussy pulled out a load out and licked his fingers clean he then told me to get in the shower but not to turn it on I stood in the shower and he lay on the floor and told me to sit on his face which I did for the next 20 minutes, he licked me out not just my pussy but my arse as well I told him I needed a wee and he said just let it flow.
I called him a dirty bastard but I couldn't hold it so he got it full force he then made me kneel down and he pissed all over me I felt dirty at first I had no choice we had a shower together and our sex has gone from once a week making love to every other night having raw sex and then making love I am just sorry I never did it years ago.
Wife Sharing
Last Monday night I was surfing the forums on a sex website looking for plot ideas for a story. I swiped to the Voyeur Locations, a place where, ostensibly, exhibitionists arrange meetings to show off. The idea is that you can pick the people you will be flashing, and arrange to meet. Much better than hoping people you run into will have the right idea and same enthusiasm as yourself.
One of the threads was titled Louise: Chichester area. I just happened to be spending a few months on business in Chichester, so I opened it. This one read “Wife is in a sexy/flashing mood for this weekend. Looking for respectful voyeurs (and maybe more).” It went on to request an email, photo, etc. I figured what the hell and paged over to one of my many email accounts.
I sent out an email under the subject line “Meet and Flash in Chichester”. It read “I’m in that area and would love to see your wife’s bits. Just let me know where and when and I’ll be there. There are a couple of good shops in the area.” As I hit send, I didn’t figure I would hear anything back, but it wasn’t like it was costing me anything but a few seconds to try.
The next day, I was amazed there was an email waiting for me. “We would like to stay in the area of the hotel. If you could send us a picture it might help us decide.” I replied, “I am a moderately decent looking middle-aged guy of Spanish decent. I’d love to meet you. Let me know when and where to be.” So far so good, but it was still a long way from actually getting together.
The next email, on Wednesday, read, “Okay, we’re game. The Cross Hotel. The game starts at 1. We’ll see you in the lounge. What will you be wearing?”
I thought about my wardrobe as I replied that night. “I’ll be there. I’ll be wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. See you then. By the way, you might like to call me Enrico instead of ‘you.’”
I didn’t expect any other emails as I figured the rules of the game were pretty clear. I would show up, dressed identifiably, and wait to be flashed by a lady, hopefully. If you think about it, however, it’s a bit more complicated than that. After all, if there’s more than one woman present, you’d have to be eyeballing every one of them, rather lecherously, on a regular basis to make sure you didn’t miss getting flashed. I figured one of them would make contact and I would just get to enjoy the show.
Friday morning there was another email. “Show starts at 1pm. Do not approach us. My wife Louise will make all the right moves.” Sounded like I was on the right track so far.
Late Sunday morning I put on my t shirt and a pair of jeans and headed out for a walk. The city centre area was absolutely dead on Sunday morning. It was pro
bably bustling on weekdays, but on the weekends there was no one working there. I walked for twenty minutes looking for the hotel. I found myself looking at all the couples on the street, wondering if any of them were the ones. Was that cute chick with the nice tits the one? What about that young, way over weight couple? I realised any of them could me attire and I had no idea who they were. It really had me wondering. Truth be told, my time on Voyeurweb told me my couple would be middle aged, like me, and decent looking—unlikely to be from either end of the spectrum. It was kind of like when you talk to someone on the phone that you have never met. You form an idea of what they look like but without any specifics.
At a quarter to one I walked into the hotel lobby and looked for the lounge/bar/restaurant. I spotted it off to the right and headed for one of the hostesses. For a place with no customers, there were four women at the podium. On the right was the dining room, with exactly one person seated for the twenty tables. Off to the left the bar was dark, empty, and the large screen TV was off. The lounge, adjacent to the bar but set back, was empty and dark. Three other flat screens were on and set to random channels.
One of the women made eye contact with me, “Can I help you?”
“I’m supposed to meet some friends here for lunch and maybe watch the game.”
She grabbed a menu and gestured behind her, “Sure, where would you like to sit?”
I looked around. Although dark and unpopulated, the lounge was the meeting spot. “Can I sit over there?”
She looked surprised but said, “Go ahead.”
I moved past her and eyed the lounge. Hoping my flasher would still show, even without a crowd, I looked for a seat where she could have her back to the server station and face me at the same time. I picked out a spot and sat down. A minute later the waitress came over with a placemat and table setting. “Can I get you something to drink besides water?”
“Diet Coke?” She nodded and left me alone. A short time later the lights came on in the lounge. There were about ten tables, some stand alone and some against the back wall. There was a low wall, dotted with potted plants, separating the bar area from the lounge. The bar area had the ‘bar’, six or so seats at the counter, and several other tables. Uninterested in what was on TV and not feeling motivated to ask for a change of stations, I took out my current reading book out of my pack and started reading.
I placed my order for lunch, a grilled chicken sandwich. She asked if I wanted fries or chips then disappeared. By now it was 1 pm. From where I was sitting I could just see the front desk and I could catch glimpses of people heading to the elevators. Every time I caught movement I looked up. Nothing.
I really wondered what was going to show up for lunch. At ten after one I still hadn’t seen anyone and I wondered if this was going to be just a goose chase. I told myself I would finish lunch and wait until 1:45.
Lunch arrived. A cheeseburger and fries. The burger was tasty enough, but how she went from grilled chicken to cheeseburger I couldn’t figure. I finished the burger, got another diet coke and squared to tab. At 1:30 I had pretty much quit watching the elevators and was more or less intent on the book. Someone walking closer got my attention.
An attractive middle aged woman was walking around the planter wall and toward me, watching the TV screens. “Are you watching the game?” she asked. I found that odd, considering I was facing away from the TV screens with my nose in a book when she walked up. Still, that was the cover for the meeting.
“I was going to meet someone and maybe watch the game, but I haven’t felt like asking them to change the channel.”
She smiled, a very pretty smile actually. “Do you mind if I join you?”
“Please,” I gestured to the chairs at the table. I still didn’t know if she was the one. I had figured there would be a couple, not just one person. I was trying to check her out without being to obvious, just in case it wasn’t her. Odds were on her being the one, however, as it didn’t seem likely she was just trying to pick me up. The waitress arrived just as she sat down next to me. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked.
“Just water,” she said quietly to the waitress.
We made small talk about a great variety of subjects, and nothing in particular. I was going somewhat out of my way to let her know I was an average guy, maybe to make her feel relaxed. She seemed nervous to me. After all, we were the only ones around and I figured if she wanted to flash me she could have done so by now. Back to my first concern, I didn’t even know if it was her. She, however, if it was her, knew it was me by the shirt. As I said before, an interesting situation.
The time we spent talking, probably fifteen to twenty minutes, gave me a good chance to look her over. She and I made eye contact routinely. She was athletically built and appeared toned. Great looking skin, long trim legs, a white button down shirt and a dark coloured skirt. Actually, it was her skirt that first gave me a hint that she was the one. It was really cold in the hotel lounge and I thought I could just make out perky nips and smallish boobs under her shirt. More than that, her shirt was buttoned down most of the way. Her skirt was short, and she repeatedly crossed and uncrossed her legs. I wondered if I was missing a message there, like she was going to flash me her panties or pussy. Of course, I couldn’t see anything, partly because it was dark and partly because of the table. I continued to enjoy the conversation, figuring, as the email said, ‘she would make all the right moves.’ I realised later that a good part of this was supposed to play out according to the script in her mind, not mine. Problem was I didn’t have the script and couldn’t help out.
“Do you think we could watch the game?” she asked me.
I nodded and went up to the two servers. Two of them had disappeared by this time. “Can you call up the game on one of the screens?” My lady friend had gotten up from the table and was nearby. Now that I was standing I could tell she was about 5’7” in her three inch heels. The skirt was not more than four or five inches below her crotch. Very nice. And lovely legs. Instead of continuing to call her ‘the lady’, I’ll now refer to her as Louise. At no time that afternoon did we exchange names, but ‘the lady’ sounds to busy.
As the waitress tuned the TVs, Louise asked, “Can we watch at the bar? On that TV?”
The waitress adjusted the TV behind the bar, put it on the football game, and told us she could not turn on the lights. She also told us the bar did not open until five. It was still just the two of us as I took the seat at the end of the bar. This gave Louise the option of sitting next to me, and if she turned toward me once again her back would be to the server station. Even better, the server station was masked by plants from the bar. We continued our small talk.
The sound of the game brought an additional person to the bar. He sat two seats down from us. Louise was not really watching the game. As much as I am not a football fan, she was clearly not into it. But she did want to be at the bar. She turned in her seat to face me and put her back to the gent to seats away. She put her feet up on the leg supports of the barstool. Her legs were slightly apart. I figured she wanted me to look, but I didn’t have a clear go ahead. I stole a glance. Dark red panties. I looked up at her. She said something, but I didn’t catch it. I leaned in closer.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked me with a slight grin on her face. My adrenalin kicked in at that instant. My heart was pounding. Clearly Louise was the woman.
“Very much,” I said, “Very pretty panties.”
She slowly reached up and undid another button on her shirt. She reached into her shirt slowly and rubbed a nipple. A brief look of pleasure crossed her face. She stood up and leaned toward me so I could hear her. “At the bar, I could lean in,” she leaned forward, her left side toward the bar, and pulled her shirt to the side. She watched my reaction as I looked at her areola. I got just a glimpse of nipple, and she held the shirt open only far enough to see the brown ring of skin surrounding it. She looked around slowly, confirming where people were (there were tw
o more people at the end of the bar), and then slowly opened the right side of her blouse to show me both nips very briefly. She held her shirt open just enough for me to see both areola. I was getting a bit hard now, and my heart was still hammering in my chest.
I visibly adjusted my stiffening cock. As I hoped, it didn’t bother her. I decided to be a bit braver. “Can you hold your shirt open so I can see your boobs?” I said, hoping only she could hear me. She looked straight at me and slowly moved her hands to the shirt. Taking the role of an active conspirator, I said, “There’s no one watching and the workers can’t see us.”
She slowly, tantalisingly undid another button and pulled her shirt open. I was greeted by the sight of two little breasts topped with very nice nipples. She stroked her nipples and they instantly came to attention. I put her at an A cup. I typically like bigger tits, but hers appeared very sweet to me just then. We were surprised then as one of the waitresses moved past us and went around the bar. She did something with the register and then disappeared. We smiled at each other. There was a little risk after all. She moved to open her blouse again, but I wanted it more open. I had an idea.
I lifted my glarse. “You could just hold your shirt open with your left hand, no one will be able to see, and if anyone moves this way I will set my glarse down.” She looked at me and then pulled her blouse to the side. She had taken her seat again, facing me. I had an unrestricted view of her left breast. Then she surprised me again.