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05/12/2019
Been a while, (Aug 1st) but things got in the way, nothing bad. You remember Karen, the wife? Six foot Viking maiden and all that. Slut since the start of this year.
So, cutting out the bit about how the kids are away etc. We were out Yesterday, Sunday, at a wedding breakfast. The disco afterwards was a bit naff, cheap is the word. Still, Karen had a dance when the gin & bitter lemons kicked in. Neither of us is a lunch time drinker and it has been a couple of months since any serious drinking.
Karen wore a black dress with floppy plunging neck line, low back and a little bit short, but not too much. She was on show though, no bra and bare legged, two inch heels.
A friend of the groom danced with Karen a couple of times then introduced her to a pal of his, and Karen brought them over to me later. They were no more than twenty one I'd say, but looked well heeled. There were hints about Karen looking hot during the conversation, and I hinted at certain possibilities, and let them dance a bit more.
After the raffle, (No, honest) I chatted with the bride and groom for a while, then the bride's parents, through whom we had the invite, and then went back to the bar. Karen and one of her friends, Paul, were absent, and Kelvin said, sheepishly, that they had gone for some fresh air. It was cold and wet!
I surprised Kelvin when I said, “So where is he fucking her then?” And he coughed before answering. “My van in the car park, um, mattress in the back for um...”
Kelvin had gone first and now Paul was giving it to my slut wife in the van. It was over ten minutes later that Karen returned via the ladies, and Paul was not seen again.
Kelvin regained confidence with a bit more chatting and dancing, and then asked if we wanted to go elsewhere.
Karen was rather drunk by now, us chaps were driving and so sober, Karen seemed happy no matter what and so she finished another drink and we followed Kelvin's van to elsewhere.
It was a dismal town back alley but with a decent looking door to the building, Kelvin helped run the place that he called a shop as we followed him in. The air had got to Karen and she was a little unsteady.
“Really?” Karen said when Kelvin asked if she had ever been to a glory hole. She was curious I knew, and so I helped convince her to try it while she had the chance. It was That type of shop.
Karen asked what was meant to happen and we confirmed her idea. Kelvin recommended she strip to avoid stains, I backed him up and so it was Karen was soon naked, in a small cupboard, with a bloke we had known about four hours, with me looking through a viewing panel in the door, watching my wife open a small sliding door in the wall.
Being a Sunday the place was not busy, a few groans came from down the corridor, which was all we had seen of the place, but moments after opening for business, Karen was offered a cock. She licked it three times and swallowed it down, holding it steady for a while and then pumping away at it while Kelvin groped a breast.
Several minutes later there was a deep groan and Karen coughed as a huge load was shot into her mouth, much of it dripping down onto her chin and breasts as Kelvin had held her head forward to stop her pulling away.
Karen told Kelvin he was a bastard as another cock appeared through the hole. “Yes,” Kelvin replied,”and you're a cock loving tramp!” He was proved right as, grinning, Karen went to work on her new toy.
I guess about thirty minutes passed as Karen dealt with three cocks in all, and then Kelvin told her to turn round and face him. This backed her pussy up to the hole and putting his cock in my wife's mouth, Kelvin pushed her back into it. It was very obvious by the look on her face that Karen now had a cock in her slit as well, and Kelvin kept her hard against it, giving me a thumbs up, which I returned.
I heard Karen cum minutes later, followed by Kelvin, who kept his place until Karen had a pussy full of cum, he then came over to the management viewer to ask me if we could do more. Hah!
Kelvin showed Karen where to clean up and went off for a couple of minutes. Karen appeared fully dressed and presentable just before Kelvin got back. He said to follow his van to somewhere more comfy.
Ten minutes later and we pulled into a posh looking drive with an old cottage at the end. Kelvin let us in and told us to grab a drink, and I made Karen a large G & T, and grabbed a coke for me.
We had a very short discussion about what was going down before Kelvin appeared with snacks.
Another large G & T later and Cyril and Mark arrived. Cyril was at least sixty, and his son about twenty. Both around five feet ten and chunky, in a good way. They both leered at Karen who took an instant dislike to Cyril.
Soon there were around fifteen to eighteen people including five women, a nice little party took place and there was better music than the disco earlier. Karen had plenty of dances and gins. She kept away from Cyril as much as possible.
I noticed it was half past seven when the party broke up, leaving us, Kelvin, Cyril and Marc, and two other young looking blokes, Alan and Steg, probably a nick name, he was Asian, Pakistan decent I reckon but a proper London dialect.
Even as the last couple were shown out, Steg had Karen against the wall and was finger pumping her quim while snogging her. I couldn't see for sure but I think he had a handful of tit too.
Karen was cumming judging by the glazed look, also there was the gin of course, I think she was quite drunk by now. I also noticed that she had lost of panties already and wondered when, and who.
Steg led Karen to a an armless sofa bench thing and lifted her dress off before he and Mark lay my wife down on her back, head off the end. As Steg lapped her wet quim Marc held her head to feed her his pole, and then grabbed both breasts to play with as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth.
A couple on minutes later, with everyone watching, Steg raised Karen's knees and got between them, sliding his not inconsiderate length all the way in. Very soon after Karen came and then struggled to deal with Mark's load in her throat.
The other guys were in assorted states of dress and I could see Cyril would change my wife's mind about him when he got stuck in, large and very knobbly with thick veins, and huge balls, he would be noticed going in.
Steg fired all over Karen's belly and the Kelvin got stuck in while I got my cock in my wife's mouth. Allen groped some breast while wiping cum from her stomach with some tissue. This all lasted for several minutes before Kelvin and I shot at about the same time, making Karen follow suit.
Allen seemed to have shot on the floor and Cyril moved in to pull Karen down the seat so her head was now supported. He added a cushion under her head. I heard my wife say, “Oh shit, not you?”.
Cyril grinned and eased his helmet into her opening.
“Yea, me. Get ready for a good time coz I'm gonna fuck you silly you cock hungry cow!”
The “OH” was all over her face when Karen felt the cock enter her, Cyril continued to tell her what a good time she was having while giving her a very heavy fucking. I counted three times Karen came under Cyril, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and each time he asked her what she wanted most, she said, “Your cock...”
In spite of his age, Cyril kept up a heavy pace for ages before building up speed and booming out,
“You're gonna take my spunk, bitch, take my spunk and thank me for it, my spunk is going up you now!” and proceeded to give several incredibly hard humps as he overloaded her hole with white creamy spunk.
Karen came with a silent scream on her face and before she could come all the way down her mouth was full of cock to be cleaned.
Poor slutty Karen got little rest, although Cyril and Mark had to leave, the rest of us kept fucking her until around ten thirty, when we were all knackered.
After coffee, drunk as the others left, I got Kelvin to help clean Karen up and slip her dress on, then walk her in a semi conscious state to the car. A little way down the road I pulled over to raise Karen's skirt to show her puffy pussy, and dropped a shoulder on her dress to reveal her left breast for the trip home. Other drivers seamed to appreciate the view.
Oh boy.
So, cutting out the bit about how the kids are away etc. We were out Yesterday, Sunday, at a wedding breakfast. The disco afterwards was a bit naff, cheap is the word. Still, Karen had a dance when the gin & bitter lemons kicked in. Neither of us is a lunch time drinker and it has been a couple of months since any serious drinking.
Karen wore a black dress with floppy plunging neck line, low back and a little bit short, but not too much. She was on show though, no bra and bare legged, two inch heels.
A friend of the groom danced with Karen a couple of times then introduced her to a pal of his, and Karen brought them over to me later. They were no more than twenty one I'd say, but looked well heeled. There were hints about Karen looking hot during the conversation, and I hinted at certain possibilities, and let them dance a bit more.
After the raffle, (No, honest) I chatted with the bride and groom for a while, then the bride's parents, through whom we had the invite, and then went back to the bar. Karen and one of her friends, Paul, were absent, and Kelvin said, sheepishly, that they had gone for some fresh air. It was cold and wet!
I surprised Kelvin when I said, “So where is he fucking her then?” And he coughed before answering. “My van in the car park, um, mattress in the back for um...”
Kelvin had gone first and now Paul was giving it to my slut wife in the van. It was over ten minutes later that Karen returned via the ladies, and Paul was not seen again.
Kelvin regained confidence with a bit more chatting and dancing, and then asked if we wanted to go elsewhere.
Karen was rather drunk by now, us chaps were driving and so sober, Karen seemed happy no matter what and so she finished another drink and we followed Kelvin's van to elsewhere.
It was a dismal town back alley but with a decent looking door to the building, Kelvin helped run the place that he called a shop as we followed him in. The air had got to Karen and she was a little unsteady.
“Really?” Karen said when Kelvin asked if she had ever been to a glory hole. She was curious I knew, and so I helped convince her to try it while she had the chance. It was That type of shop.
Karen asked what was meant to happen and we confirmed her idea. Kelvin recommended she strip to avoid stains, I backed him up and so it was Karen was soon naked, in a small cupboard, with a bloke we had known about four hours, with me looking through a viewing panel in the door, watching my wife open a small sliding door in the wall.
Being a Sunday the place was not busy, a few groans came from down the corridor, which was all we had seen of the place, but moments after opening for business, Karen was offered a cock. She licked it three times and swallowed it down, holding it steady for a while and then pumping away at it while Kelvin groped a breast.
Several minutes later there was a deep groan and Karen coughed as a huge load was shot into her mouth, much of it dripping down onto her chin and breasts as Kelvin had held her head forward to stop her pulling away.
Karen told Kelvin he was a bastard as another cock appeared through the hole. “Yes,” Kelvin replied,”and you're a cock loving tramp!” He was proved right as, grinning, Karen went to work on her new toy.
I guess about thirty minutes passed as Karen dealt with three cocks in all, and then Kelvin told her to turn round and face him. This backed her pussy up to the hole and putting his cock in my wife's mouth, Kelvin pushed her back into it. It was very obvious by the look on her face that Karen now had a cock in her slit as well, and Kelvin kept her hard against it, giving me a thumbs up, which I returned.
I heard Karen cum minutes later, followed by Kelvin, who kept his place until Karen had a pussy full of cum, he then came over to the management viewer to ask me if we could do more. Hah!
Kelvin showed Karen where to clean up and went off for a couple of minutes. Karen appeared fully dressed and presentable just before Kelvin got back. He said to follow his van to somewhere more comfy.
Ten minutes later and we pulled into a posh looking drive with an old cottage at the end. Kelvin let us in and told us to grab a drink, and I made Karen a large G & T, and grabbed a coke for me.
We had a very short discussion about what was going down before Kelvin appeared with snacks.
Another large G & T later and Cyril and Mark arrived. Cyril was at least sixty, and his son about twenty. Both around five feet ten and chunky, in a good way. They both leered at Karen who took an instant dislike to Cyril.
Soon there were around fifteen to eighteen people including five women, a nice little party took place and there was better music than the disco earlier. Karen had plenty of dances and gins. She kept away from Cyril as much as possible.
I noticed it was half past seven when the party broke up, leaving us, Kelvin, Cyril and Marc, and two other young looking blokes, Alan and Steg, probably a nick name, he was Asian, Pakistan decent I reckon but a proper London dialect.
Even as the last couple were shown out, Steg had Karen against the wall and was finger pumping her quim while snogging her. I couldn't see for sure but I think he had a handful of tit too.
Karen was cumming judging by the glazed look, also there was the gin of course, I think she was quite drunk by now. I also noticed that she had lost of panties already and wondered when, and who.
Steg led Karen to a an armless sofa bench thing and lifted her dress off before he and Mark lay my wife down on her back, head off the end. As Steg lapped her wet quim Marc held her head to feed her his pole, and then grabbed both breasts to play with as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth.
A couple on minutes later, with everyone watching, Steg raised Karen's knees and got between them, sliding his not inconsiderate length all the way in. Very soon after Karen came and then struggled to deal with Mark's load in her throat.
The other guys were in assorted states of dress and I could see Cyril would change my wife's mind about him when he got stuck in, large and very knobbly with thick veins, and huge balls, he would be noticed going in.
Steg fired all over Karen's belly and the Kelvin got stuck in while I got my cock in my wife's mouth. Allen groped some breast while wiping cum from her stomach with some tissue. This all lasted for several minutes before Kelvin and I shot at about the same time, making Karen follow suit.
Allen seemed to have shot on the floor and Cyril moved in to pull Karen down the seat so her head was now supported. He added a cushion under her head. I heard my wife say, “Oh shit, not you?”.
Cyril grinned and eased his helmet into her opening.
“Yea, me. Get ready for a good time coz I'm gonna fuck you silly you cock hungry cow!”
The “OH” was all over her face when Karen felt the cock enter her, Cyril continued to tell her what a good time she was having while giving her a very heavy fucking. I counted three times Karen came under Cyril, she wrapped her legs tightly around him and each time he asked her what she wanted most, she said, “Your cock...”
In spite of his age, Cyril kept up a heavy pace for ages before building up speed and booming out,
“You're gonna take my spunk, bitch, take my spunk and thank me for it, my spunk is going up you now!” and proceeded to give several incredibly hard humps as he overloaded her hole with white creamy spunk.
Karen came with a silent scream on her face and before she could come all the way down her mouth was full of cock to be cleaned.
Poor slutty Karen got little rest, although Cyril and Mark had to leave, the rest of us kept fucking her until around ten thirty, when we were all knackered.
After coffee, drunk as the others left, I got Kelvin to help clean Karen up and slip her dress on, then walk her in a semi conscious state to the car. A little way down the road I pulled over to raise Karen's skirt to show her puffy pussy, and dropped a shoulder on her dress to reveal her left breast for the trip home. Other drivers seamed to appreciate the view.
Oh boy.
Poster:
Ivan
