It was a friend of Lorraine's that first suggested we try wife-swapping - Karen had shown Lorraine some photographs of her and her husband having sex with another couple at a party. I really fancied Karen, so I pressed my wife for more details when she mentioned the wife-swapping conversation during one of our regular 'let's talk dirty' sessions before sex.
I was sold on the idea the moment I saw the photographs of Karen (a buxom blonde of twenty-four) in the nude. Lorraine (a petite blonde of twenty-two) said she really liked the idea of having a threesome with Karen's husband, Colin. She also liked the idea of watching me being sucked off by her cock-hungry friend. I had no idea at the time that Karen and Lorraine were runners in the Bored Housewife Stakes - the two fillies often spent an afternoon in bed together during the week.
I also didn't know that Colin, on a day off from work, had joined in the fun and ridden both fillies. This sex-romp had prompted Lorraine to get me involved, which she figured would allow her to have Colin's cock on a regular basis without feeling guilty about it.
Karen and Lorraine devised a plan that took care of my needs on a Saturday afternoon and kept Colin satisfied during the evening. The two girls would spend the afternoon at the flat with me, then travel to Karen's house by minicab to have sex with 'Andy' and Colin - now this is where things get a tad complicated: because Colin and I didn't know each other, Alan the minicab driver, who was Karen's bit on the side, pretended to be me during the evening's sex-romp. So, let's recap: I had sex with the two girls in the afternoon; Colin had sex with Lorraine in the evening; Alan (a.k.a. Andy) had sex with Karen in the evening.
Colin thought Karen and Lorraine were shopping in town when they were being humped by me in the afternoon. He also thought the idea of Karen and Lorraine having sex together was a good way of keeping any wolves away from his wife's door, and an ideal way for him to share in the fun from time to time. Unfortunately, the poor sod didn't realize that Alan was also having sex with the two girls while he and I were at work.
Alan didn't pretend to be Colin when he and Karen turned up at the flat for an evening of passion. He openly stated that he was Karen's lover, then pressed a video tape into my hand and told me to play it.
'It's home-made porn, Andy,' he said, smiling. 'So we get to see lots of girls like Karen and Lorraine being fucked by lots of men like you and me.'
The tape was indeed a home-made compilation of three or four sex parties, and Alan's hard-standing cock appeared in quite a few scenes.
'You can keep the tape if you agree to step aside and watch me poke the two girls tonight,' he said. 'I get a real kick out of being watched by the husband or boyfriend.'
'So I get nothing, is that it?' I said.
'Yep, you get nothing,' he said, 'apart from the home-made porn and a gander of me fucking your wife and her sexy girlfriend. Look, that guy on the tape is watching me fuck his wife.'
I sat and watched a middle-aged man hovering over Alan as he power-fucked a buxom brunette. The woman was hanging on to Alan for dear life and encouraging him to 'go deeper'.
'That old sod is fucking *****,' I said. 'I bet he couldn't get it up, even if he wanted to.'
'Of course he's *****,' said Alan, laughing. 'Old Tom is famous for getting ***** and offering his trophy wife to all the young bucks.'
We all laughed as the girls stood up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for the sex-romp.
Some thirty minutes later I was hovering in the background as Alan power-fucked Lorraine. Karen lay alongside Alan and Lorraine and teased me as she fingered her hairless cunt.
'No pussy for you tonight,' she mocked. 'You just stand there and watch my lover screw your sexy wife.'
Karen's jibe didn't bother me at all: I was quite happy to stand on the sidelines and watch my wife being humped by a man I hardly knew.
I loved watching home-made porn, so with Alan's bribe (the video tape) and a live sex-romp being played out before me, I couldn't want for a better reward for not getting any pussy that night.
I was *****, but more on sex than booze; and Karen made it sound so exciting for me to be in the room, watching a live sex show, but out of the action. The voyeur in me was having a great time.
'That's it, Andy,' Karen continued. 'Keep Alan's cock nice and stiff for Lorraine. He's such a show off, so you must keep watching him all the time.'
With Colin away on business, allowing Karen to stay overnight, I found myself watching Alan the next day as well. The man and his two assistants kept me on a sexual high for hours and hours. I quickly became Alan's doormat - he really knew how to bully and bribe me into doing his bidding: I was a natural born submissive; he was a dominant alpha male.
* * *
Paul was the first to greet Lorraine and me when we arrived at his flat for the party. I was expecting to see a room full of married couples, waiting for the off. However, only Alan and Karen were sitting on the settee when we entered the living-room.
'I'm glad you two could make it,' said Alan, as he stood up to take our coats. 'The rest of the gang will be here in an hour or so. I thought it best that you meet Paul first.'
'Would you like a drink?' asked Paul. 'I can offer you a good selection of alcoholic beverages.'
'Keep going,' said Alan, as he took our coats and made it quite clear that he wanted us to hand over the rest of our clothes. 'Paul's a doctor, so he's seen it all before.'
'There's whisky, brandy, beer,' Paul continued.
The situation we found ourselves in was truly bizarre. There was Paul playing the perfect host whilst Alan was demanded that we strip naked in front of him.
'I'll have a Bloody Mary, if you have it,' said Lorraine, as she unbuttoned her top and slipped it off.'
'She's got lovely little tits, Alan,' said Paul. 'I really like small tits on a blonde.'
'I'll have a beer,' I said, trying to come to terms with the surreal situation I was in.
'Can you do the honours, Karen,' said Paul. 'I want to see what these two youngsters have on offer.'
The man stood and watched in silence as Lorraine and I stripped off completely.
'No earrings, rings or watches to be worn,' said Alan. 'So hand them over as well.'
Lorraine and I fucked like rabbits for almost a month on the strength of that first meeting with Paul. We both got a real buzz out of undressing in front of three fully-clothed people in a stranger's flat. We also got a buzz out of being the only naked couple in the room when the other guests arrived.
Because we are both fair skinned, our cheeks burnt bright red throughout the evening. Everyone thought it was so cute that we felt so awkward and embarrassed.
* * *
Lorraine and I really liked Paul: he made us feel special. We saw him as an old man that probably couldn't get it up any more, hence his desire to see youngsters like us perform for his voyeuristic pleasure. We also liked him because he fed our addiction for home-made porn - Lorraine and I loved to watch real amateurs having sex, and Paul's collection of three-hour tapes was vast.
Alan and Karen were not around when we visited Paul's flat in south London the following Sunday. The good doctor, who was in actual fact a psychiatrist, insisted that we strip off as before and stand in the centre of the room, while he put our clothes away and fetched some drinks.
'I want you to try this,' he said, handing us two tumblers full of what looked like Coca-Cola. 'It's great for the sex drive and it'll keep you both horny for hours.'
'We're not really into drugs, Paul,' I said.
'Nonsense,' he said. 'Everything in this drink is from the natural world. It's one of nature's herbal aphrodisiacs. So come on, drink up.'
Lorraine and I were too polite to refuse the man a second time; also, we didn't want to go home empty-handed - Paul had offered us copies of four tapes from his collection.
'That's it, drink it all up.'
I really liked Paul's juju juice. It made me feel so warm and comfortable; and sexy; and compliant. I got down on my hands and knees when he told me to; I begged like a dog when he told me to; I sniffed, licked and rimmed Lorraine's arsehole when he told me to.
The black bag Lorraine fetched from the spare bedroom was full of leather straps and ropes, and tiny padlocks. Paul said the tie-up game was going to last for the rest of the day.
Lorraine and I were tied up in dozens of different positions on the living-room floor. I was then tied to a three-rung, stepladder; whilst Lorraine was tied to a low-backed wooden chair (in the classic Christine Keeler pose), with her wrist-straps secured to her leather collar. Paul's video camera must have recorded more than two hours of home-made footage that day.
The camera was on a tripod in the spare bedroom when Paul recorded the footage of Lorraine and me being examined. I was lying face down on the bed by the window, Lorraine was lying face up on the bed by the door. We were tied down securely, so there was no chance of us getting up in a huff and wandering off.
Paul had the time of his life probing our 'wonderful holes' with his extensive collection of surgical implements. My arsehole was stretched open by an anal speculum and examined with a variety of ice-cold probes. Lorraine had her cunt and mouth stretched open by a vaginal speculum and a Whitehead mouth gag. She too felt the ice-cold caress of Paul's stainless steel probes.
And yes, when the call came, Lorraine and I returned to the south London flat for more of the same.
Lorraine and I visited Paul's flat three more times before we were introduced to Arnim. He, like his two friends, was a coal-black West Indian stud. All three men were in their late twenties, but Arnim was Lorraine's favourite. He had a Don Juan beard and moustache (Leo and Lloyd were both clean-shaven), and a real cool look about him. He was also more dominant than Leo and Lloyd, which made him my favourite as well.
One of the video tapes in our growing collection featured Arnim in action. He appeared in one scene feeding two cock-sucking blondes, and in another scene shagging a brunette screamer. According to Paul, that particular party included some CP action, but the scene appeared on another tape - a copy of which we hadn't managed to acquire.
Lorraine and I really liked Paul's juju juice. It allowed us to shed all our inhibitions and get down and dirty. It also allowed Paul to take us to new levels of kinky debauchery, which we so-o-o loved. The shrink knew from the outset that he had a couple of horny submissives on his hands. So he didn't need to do too much to ensure that we became his creatures of pleasure.
I was standing in the doorway between the dining room and the living-room when Paul introduced me to Arnim - Paul had hired a carpenter to remove the two connecting doors and replace the softwood frame with oak. He had also asked the carpenter to install four metal eyes in the frame.
It was these unobtrusive eyes that were keeping me from stepping forward and greeting Arnim properly - Paul had secured my wrist- and ankle-straps to the eyes before his guest had arrived. I was now standing spread-eagled, naked and red-faced in front of a man I didn't know.
'X marks the spot,' said Arnim to Paul. 'The rarse looks so trim in his finery. Have you examined him?'
'He's been probed a few times,' replied Paul.
'Sweet,' said Arnim, stepping forward and tweaking my right nipple. 'I like the ball-gag; is it new?'
'Yes. I bought three of them. They're far better than the ones Henry sold me.'
'The rarse is getting quite animated. He must like being hurt by his wife's new master.'
'Yes. He certainly looks grateful,' said Paul, as he stepped up to tweak my left nipple.
'Leo and Lloyd are going to like being watched by this rude boy,' said Arnim to Paul. 'They like performing in front of a captive audience.'
I bit on my ball-gag as Arnim pinched my right nipple and slapped my hard-standing cock with the back of his hand. A painful punch to the stomach then brought things to an abrupt end.
I was still standing in the doorway some thirty minutes later when Paul, who always remained fully-clothed on such occasions, entered the living-room with my naked wife and two naked black men.
The sex show that followed was played out on the floor in front of me. Lorraine seemed to be really enjoying all the attention she was receiving from Leo and Lloyd, even though it looked quite rough at times. Her fair skin looked so-o-o white against the two coal-black studs next to her.
Paul's camera continued to whirl away in the background as I watched my wife sucking cock.
'Look and learn, Andy,' said Paul, as he stepped behind me and placed the video camera on my right shoulder. 'Let's get a shot of how things look from your point of view.'
I stood and sighed in frustration when the shrink told me that I would have to wait, for an hour or so, before my wife would be available to suck me off.
* * *
Fortified by another glass of juju juice, Lorraine was led down the hallway and into the spare bedroom by Lloyd, who was pulling on the leash attached to her slave collar.
Arnim was lying flat out on the bed by the window when she entered the room; and Sarah, an attractive brunette of nineteen, was kneeling between his outstretched legs.
'Keep sucking, bitch,' said Arnim to Sarah. 'You have to get it nice and stiff for that tiny cunt of yours.'
Lorraine smiled and sat down on the bed by the door, between Leo and Lloyd. The two men looked really pleased with their new sex toy, especially when she came complete with a wimpy husband.
Lloyd told Lorraine to lie back and turn on her left side. He then took up a sixty-nine position in front of her and offered her his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread her arse-cheeks apart and pushed a finger, covered in Vaseline, into her rectum. Lorraine felt the finger slip inside, but she didn't let the sensation distract her from the task at hand. She eased back Lloyd's foreskin and ran the tip of her tongue over his large, bulbous knob. The juju juice surging through her bloodstream was making her feel really good.
Lloyd fed his hard-standing cock into her mouth. She shuddered with excitement as she sucked the coal-black monster. Leo slipped a second finger into her rectum and said something to Arnim in West Indian patois. The Vaseline allowed his fingers to slip in and out with ease - Lorraine told me later that there was no pain involved, just some mild discomfort.
She gagged several times as she tried to cope with the cock in her mouth and the fingers in her rectum. Leo's cock was about the same size as mine; however, it felt a whole lot bigger when it entered her virgin hole. She winced and tried to pull away, but she was firmly sandwiched between the two men. In desperation, she slapped Leo on the thigh as the pain began to overwhelm her. This didn't seem to bother the man at all; he just carried on tweaking her nipples, biting her neck and fucking her arse.
'Be still, girl!' he ordered between love bites. 'Just relax and go with the flow. A bitch like you should be begging for more black cock, not less.'
According to Lorraine, the pain did ease off a bit when Leo's length made itself at home. This allowed her to settle down and start enjoying herself again, which in turn prompted the two men to redouble their efforts and bring things to a memorable climax. Lloyd was the first to shed his load, and boy did he come. Lorraine devoured every drop of seed he could produce. In fact, she wouldn't let go of his ball-sac until she had it all.
Leo was next to come. He gave out an almighty roar and continued to pump away at Lorraine's arse until her rectum was awash with sperm. He then grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to open her mouth and release Lloyd's cock. This allowed Lloyd to take hold of his erection and wipe his shiny, wet knob all over my wife's face.
* * *
Lorraine was still lying on the bed in the nude when she woke up sometime later. Her arse and head were both competing for the 'Pain of the Year' award, and Arnim was standing over her with a glass of water in one hand and two aspirin in the other. Embarrassment swept over her as she downed the pills and sipped the water.
Arnim sat down on the edge of the bed and said she should lie back and relax. He then placed his hand on her cunt and gave it a gentle squeeze. Lorraine couldn't believe her luck; this was just what she wanted him to do.
A few minutes later, with Arnim lying flat out on the bed, Lorraine took hold of his hard-standing cock and said goodbye to all her aches and pains.
Paul, Lloyd and Sarah entered the bedroom some five minutes later. Lorraine was too engrossed in what she was doing to let Sarah's presence faze her in any way; in fact, she liked the idea of being watched by the wayward ******** of an Anglican bishop - it made her feel really wicked.
Lloyd helped Paul set up the video equipment as Lorraine continued to work on Arnim's eight-inch cock.
'Lorraine likes pussy as well as cock,' said Paul to Sarah, laughing. 'So you better watch out, she might pounce on you without warning.'
Sarah laughed as she fingered her hairless pussy.
With the camera and lights set up on aluminium tripods, it only took Lloyd a few minutes to get in on the action. He knelt on the bed behind Lorraine, put his hand between her legs and fingered her wet pussy. His vice-like grip on her arse indicated that he was clearly out to dominate her.
Meanwhile, Arnim grabbed hold of her head and forced it down on his coal-black stem; holding it there until she gagged. The camera captured every moment of my wife's struggle to deal with the cock in her mouth and the assault on her arse.
A few minute later, Paul told Lorraine to stop sucking cock and lie face down on the bed, with her legs as far apart as possible. Arnim then straddled her lower back, making her wince as he did so, and helped Lloyd push a massive, well-oiled dildo into my rectum. Her tearful shrieks of pain prompted the shrink to call her 'a pathetic cry-baby'.
Paul was clearly impressed with what his friends were doing to my wife in front of the camera. He encouraged them to go in deep and ream her out, which they did on three occasions. However, these slow and painful attempts to expand her inner sanctum with rubber were eventually brought to a halt by Arnim, who decided to remove the dildo and let Lloyd's cock replace it.
The weight of Lloyd's body on top of her was crushing. 'I'm gonna sweat you, girl,' he whispered in her ear. 'I'm gonna fuck your arse and fill it up with spunk. And when I'm done, the man with the eight-inch chopper is gonna ride you some more.'
Encouraged by Paul, Lloyd plunged his hard-standing cock in to Lorraine's arsehole and fucked her like a man possessed. The camera captured the whole thing on tape, and towards the end, Paul turned to Sarah and said, 'Next time, I want to see you take it up the arse on camera.'
Lloyd's climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair, and so was Arnim's: his cock certainly left a lasting impression on my wife's psyche. She really had to struggle to accommodate his 'eight-inch chopper', which made her eyes water the instant it was pushed into her battered rectum. The two men took great pleasure in making her squirm beneath their hot, virile bodies. Lorraine remembers lying on the bed with her arms and legs fully outstretched, as they took it in turn to hammer her body into the mattress.
* * *
The public bar was packed with West Indians when Lorraine and I entered the Bedford Arms. Lorraine was clearly enjoying all the attention she was attracting, but I was more worried about our safety.
A bald-headed man in his fifties, sporting a prominent gold tooth, put his hand on my shoulder and told us to follow him upstairs.
'I recognized the two of yer, straight away,' he shouted over the hubbub of the throng that we were wading through. 'You two are stars in this neck of the woods; those video tapes are a big hit.'
Lorraine giggled when someone in the crowd playfully slapped her arse and said something to her that I missed.
'See. They all want a piece of yer,' he continued.
We climbed the stairs to the top floor and entered a room that had been converted into a photographic studio.
The room was extremely large and separated into three areas: the one to the left had a leather settee at its centre; the one to the right had a large double bed; and the area in the centre was filled with an untidy array of lighting stands and camera tripods; and intermingled amongst this equipment stood the naked cast - three burly black men and Sarah - and the fully dressed crew - Alan, Arnim and Paul.
Arnim acknowledged us with a wave as he stood listening to Paul's plan for the next session. Apparently, prior to our arrival, one of the men had seduced Sarah on the settee, stripped her naked and pleasured her with his fingers and tongue. Then, once he was naked, Sarah had been surprised by his two naked friends and 'encouraged' to service all three men. The next session would see the men carry Sarah across to the bed and fuck her brains out.
'Fucking thing,' said Paul, as he continued to fiddle with the tripod that was refusing to hold the video camera in place.
'I told you to use another tripod,' rebuked Arnim. 'We've got three of the bloody things around here somewhere.'
'Well, bugger me,' said Paul, throwing his arms up in delight. 'Andy and Lorraine must have brought us some good luck. The bloody thing has stayed put this time.'
Arnim looked at Alan and mumbled something uncomplimentary about Paul under his breath. He then switched on the photofloods and waited for Sarah and the studs to step into the limelight.
'Okay, let's get this show on the road,' said Paul, cheerfully. 'And don't forget, Leon. I want to see that cock of yours really hard by the time I zoom in for the first close-up.'
Sarah smiled as Leon came up behind her, kissed the side of her neck and squeezed her tiny arse-cheeks. Arnim put a reassuring hand on Paul's shoulder to let him know that they were still friends; and as he did so, the old black man signalled that Lorraine and I should get out of the way and stand over by the curtained windows, which offered a better view of the developing sex-romp.
Sarah was carried over to the bed by the three burly studs and thrown unceremoniously on to it. The men then clambered aboard and crowded in on her.
'Ace,' said Paul, with a tremor in his voice. 'That looks so sexy.'
'Kiss and lick those cocks, sweetheart,' suggested Alan. 'And Leon, pinch her nips .... She likes that.'
As the romp continued under the photofloods, Gee, the old black man, took hold of Lorraine and started playing with her tits.
Leon did as Alan suggested, which prompted Sarah to give out a low moan of satisfaction as she wrapped her hands around Cy and Preston's erections. The sight of a bishop's ******** having sex with three black men was far too stimulating for words; all I could do was stand and watch, open mouthed.
'Okay, Sarah,' said Paul. 'Move forward and let Leon's fingers go to work on that lovely pussy.'
Sarah spread her legs, leaned forward and placed her hands flat-out on the bed. She then turned and smiled directly into the camera's lens as Leon began fingering her pussy.
'That's it, that's it,' Paul enthused. 'It's a pity we don't have another camera up and running. We could have done with a close-up of both her head and tail.'
'Just concentrate on the head shot,' said Arnim.
I stood by the window and watched Sarah's body tense, relax, and then tense again in response to Leon's probing fingers. I became very envious of Leon when I heard the girl cooing and sighing with such intensity. It was then that I heard Gee tell Lorraine to spread her legs, lean forward and take hold of her knees.
For some ten minutes, Lorraine and Sarah were treated to an exhilarating and mind-blowing bout of fingering. My wife's whole body quaked with excitement as Gee used the tip of his fingers to keep her pleading for 'more, more, more,' - just like Sarah was doing on the end of Leon's fingers.
'That's it, Gee,' said Arnim. 'Get her ready for the next session. We can fuck her on the bed later, after the boys have finished poking Sarah.'
The camera zoomed in to capture a tight close-up of Sarah struggling to cope with Cy's nine-inch cock - her mouth was simply too small to accommodate the whole thing in one go. Unfortunately, I missed out on what happened next: my wife's head dropped suddenly as she gave out an almighty howl of satisfaction - Gee's fingers had struck gold and I was right there to cash in on his lucky strike.
Lorraine grasped her knees, shook her head and said, 'don't you dare stop'. I couldn't keep my eyes off the old man and his dirty, little slut.
'What a horny little bitch,' said Arnim. 'She certainly likes all that attention you're giving her, Gee.'
'Don't over do it,' put in Paul. 'We don't want her shagged out before the next event.'
I shuddered with excitement as my imagination conjured up a vivid image of Lorraine being fucked by dozens of big, burly men. They were all waiting on the staircase, and they were all naked and extremely horny.
'Come on, girl,' said Gee. 'Let's fool around on the settee. It'll be more comfortable.'
'But,' Lorraine said in a disappointed huff.
'No buts!' chide Gee. 'The settee awaits us.'
From the glint in his eye, I knew that Gee was expecting my wife to reward him for all the hard work he had put in so far; and sure enough, the instant they were on the settee he assumed the position and invited Lorraine to suck on his hard-standing cock.
'That's it, girl,' he cooed, as Lorraine ran her tongue over his cock-head. 'Keep doing.... Ah! Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s.'
Meanwhile, on the bed, Preston and Sarah were locked in a passionate embrace. The camera had been moved to the left, to get a better view of the action, and Paul and Arnim were waiting for Preston to end the scene by turning Sarah on to her front and spreading her legs apart.
'That's grand,' said Arnim. 'Now, in the next scene I want to see you climb aboard and take her for an anal ride. And don't go worrying about being too hard on the bitch, she can handle it.'
As Preston reached for the Vaseline, Paul announced that he needed to replace the tape in the camera; a task that only took a couple of minutes to complete.
With a new video cassette in the camera, Paul signalled to Arnim that he was ready to resume taping.
'Okay, everybody,' said Arnim. 'Let's get this show on the road. We have a hole to fill and an audience to please, so chop, chop.'
Sarah sniggered and braced herself for the scene ahead. She had been arse-fucked before, but never by a cock that was as big as Preston's.
She winced when Preston's cock-head entered her anus, and shuddered when the Vaseline-coated cock pushed its way into her rectum.
'Spread those legs apart, sweetheart,' boomed Alan. 'And don't look so glum. It's good to have a cock up your bum.'
Paul looked up from the camera and gave an exaggerated sigh: he had heard the same old line from Alan before. Sarah was too preoccupied with Preston's lust for her arse to take much notice of the joke. She just shut her eyes and grimaced when the man's powerful buttocks began hammering her body into the mattress.
Because of all the attention she had received from the three studs, Sarah was far too exhausted to watch her replacement being stretched out on the bed and fucked by Arnim and Gee. The two men managed to put Lorraine in the same exhausted state as the bishop's wayward ********. In fact, the two girls spent a good hour recovering on the settee while their lovers drank beer and discussed their sexual prowess.
I was sold on the idea the moment I saw the photographs of Karen (a buxom blonde of twenty-four) in the nude. Lorraine (a petite blonde of twenty-two) said she really liked the idea of having a threesome with Karen's husband, Colin. She also liked the idea of watching me being sucked off by her cock-hungry friend. I had no idea at the time that Karen and Lorraine were runners in the Bored Housewife Stakes - the two fillies often spent an afternoon in bed together during the week.
I also didn't know that Colin, on a day off from work, had joined in the fun and ridden both fillies. This sex-romp had prompted Lorraine to get me involved, which she figured would allow her to have Colin's cock on a regular basis without feeling guilty about it.
Karen and Lorraine devised a plan that took care of my needs on a Saturday afternoon and kept Colin satisfied during the evening. The two girls would spend the afternoon at the flat with me, then travel to Karen's house by minicab to have sex with 'Andy' and Colin - now this is where things get a tad complicated: because Colin and I didn't know each other, Alan the minicab driver, who was Karen's bit on the side, pretended to be me during the evening's sex-romp. So, let's recap: I had sex with the two girls in the afternoon; Colin had sex with Lorraine in the evening; Alan (a.k.a. Andy) had sex with Karen in the evening.
Colin thought Karen and Lorraine were shopping in town when they were being humped by me in the afternoon. He also thought the idea of Karen and Lorraine having sex together was a good way of keeping any wolves away from his wife's door, and an ideal way for him to share in the fun from time to time. Unfortunately, the poor sod didn't realize that Alan was also having sex with the two girls while he and I were at work.
Alan didn't pretend to be Colin when he and Karen turned up at the flat for an evening of passion. He openly stated that he was Karen's lover, then pressed a video tape into my hand and told me to play it.
'It's home-made porn, Andy,' he said, smiling. 'So we get to see lots of girls like Karen and Lorraine being fucked by lots of men like you and me.'
The tape was indeed a home-made compilation of three or four sex parties, and Alan's hard-standing cock appeared in quite a few scenes.
'You can keep the tape if you agree to step aside and watch me poke the two girls tonight,' he said. 'I get a real kick out of being watched by the husband or boyfriend.'
'So I get nothing, is that it?' I said.
'Yep, you get nothing,' he said, 'apart from the home-made porn and a gander of me fucking your wife and her sexy girlfriend. Look, that guy on the tape is watching me fuck his wife.'
I sat and watched a middle-aged man hovering over Alan as he power-fucked a buxom brunette. The woman was hanging on to Alan for dear life and encouraging him to 'go deeper'.
'That old sod is fucking *****,' I said. 'I bet he couldn't get it up, even if he wanted to.'
'Of course he's *****,' said Alan, laughing. 'Old Tom is famous for getting ***** and offering his trophy wife to all the young bucks.'
We all laughed as the girls stood up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for the sex-romp.
Some thirty minutes later I was hovering in the background as Alan power-fucked Lorraine. Karen lay alongside Alan and Lorraine and teased me as she fingered her hairless cunt.
'No pussy for you tonight,' she mocked. 'You just stand there and watch my lover screw your sexy wife.'
Karen's jibe didn't bother me at all: I was quite happy to stand on the sidelines and watch my wife being humped by a man I hardly knew.
I loved watching home-made porn, so with Alan's bribe (the video tape) and a live sex-romp being played out before me, I couldn't want for a better reward for not getting any pussy that night.
I was *****, but more on sex than booze; and Karen made it sound so exciting for me to be in the room, watching a live sex show, but out of the action. The voyeur in me was having a great time.
'That's it, Andy,' Karen continued. 'Keep Alan's cock nice and stiff for Lorraine. He's such a show off, so you must keep watching him all the time.'
With Colin away on business, allowing Karen to stay overnight, I found myself watching Alan the next day as well. The man and his two assistants kept me on a sexual high for hours and hours. I quickly became Alan's doormat - he really knew how to bully and bribe me into doing his bidding: I was a natural born submissive; he was a dominant alpha male.
* * *
Paul was the first to greet Lorraine and me when we arrived at his flat for the party. I was expecting to see a room full of married couples, waiting for the off. However, only Alan and Karen were sitting on the settee when we entered the living-room.
'I'm glad you two could make it,' said Alan, as he stood up to take our coats. 'The rest of the gang will be here in an hour or so. I thought it best that you meet Paul first.'
'Would you like a drink?' asked Paul. 'I can offer you a good selection of alcoholic beverages.'
'Keep going,' said Alan, as he took our coats and made it quite clear that he wanted us to hand over the rest of our clothes. 'Paul's a doctor, so he's seen it all before.'
'There's whisky, brandy, beer,' Paul continued.
The situation we found ourselves in was truly bizarre. There was Paul playing the perfect host whilst Alan was demanded that we strip naked in front of him.
'I'll have a Bloody Mary, if you have it,' said Lorraine, as she unbuttoned her top and slipped it off.'
'She's got lovely little tits, Alan,' said Paul. 'I really like small tits on a blonde.'
'I'll have a beer,' I said, trying to come to terms with the surreal situation I was in.
'Can you do the honours, Karen,' said Paul. 'I want to see what these two youngsters have on offer.'
The man stood and watched in silence as Lorraine and I stripped off completely.
'No earrings, rings or watches to be worn,' said Alan. 'So hand them over as well.'
Lorraine and I fucked like rabbits for almost a month on the strength of that first meeting with Paul. We both got a real buzz out of undressing in front of three fully-clothed people in a stranger's flat. We also got a buzz out of being the only naked couple in the room when the other guests arrived.
Because we are both fair skinned, our cheeks burnt bright red throughout the evening. Everyone thought it was so cute that we felt so awkward and embarrassed.
* * *
Lorraine and I really liked Paul: he made us feel special. We saw him as an old man that probably couldn't get it up any more, hence his desire to see youngsters like us perform for his voyeuristic pleasure. We also liked him because he fed our addiction for home-made porn - Lorraine and I loved to watch real amateurs having sex, and Paul's collection of three-hour tapes was vast.
Alan and Karen were not around when we visited Paul's flat in south London the following Sunday. The good doctor, who was in actual fact a psychiatrist, insisted that we strip off as before and stand in the centre of the room, while he put our clothes away and fetched some drinks.
'I want you to try this,' he said, handing us two tumblers full of what looked like Coca-Cola. 'It's great for the sex drive and it'll keep you both horny for hours.'
'We're not really into drugs, Paul,' I said.
'Nonsense,' he said. 'Everything in this drink is from the natural world. It's one of nature's herbal aphrodisiacs. So come on, drink up.'
Lorraine and I were too polite to refuse the man a second time; also, we didn't want to go home empty-handed - Paul had offered us copies of four tapes from his collection.
'That's it, drink it all up.'
I really liked Paul's juju juice. It made me feel so warm and comfortable; and sexy; and compliant. I got down on my hands and knees when he told me to; I begged like a dog when he told me to; I sniffed, licked and rimmed Lorraine's arsehole when he told me to.
The black bag Lorraine fetched from the spare bedroom was full of leather straps and ropes, and tiny padlocks. Paul said the tie-up game was going to last for the rest of the day.
Lorraine and I were tied up in dozens of different positions on the living-room floor. I was then tied to a three-rung, stepladder; whilst Lorraine was tied to a low-backed wooden chair (in the classic Christine Keeler pose), with her wrist-straps secured to her leather collar. Paul's video camera must have recorded more than two hours of home-made footage that day.
The camera was on a tripod in the spare bedroom when Paul recorded the footage of Lorraine and me being examined. I was lying face down on the bed by the window, Lorraine was lying face up on the bed by the door. We were tied down securely, so there was no chance of us getting up in a huff and wandering off.
Paul had the time of his life probing our 'wonderful holes' with his extensive collection of surgical implements. My arsehole was stretched open by an anal speculum and examined with a variety of ice-cold probes. Lorraine had her cunt and mouth stretched open by a vaginal speculum and a Whitehead mouth gag. She too felt the ice-cold caress of Paul's stainless steel probes.
And yes, when the call came, Lorraine and I returned to the south London flat for more of the same.
Lorraine and I visited Paul's flat three more times before we were introduced to Arnim. He, like his two friends, was a coal-black West Indian stud. All three men were in their late twenties, but Arnim was Lorraine's favourite. He had a Don Juan beard and moustache (Leo and Lloyd were both clean-shaven), and a real cool look about him. He was also more dominant than Leo and Lloyd, which made him my favourite as well.
One of the video tapes in our growing collection featured Arnim in action. He appeared in one scene feeding two cock-sucking blondes, and in another scene shagging a brunette screamer. According to Paul, that particular party included some CP action, but the scene appeared on another tape - a copy of which we hadn't managed to acquire.
Lorraine and I really liked Paul's juju juice. It allowed us to shed all our inhibitions and get down and dirty. It also allowed Paul to take us to new levels of kinky debauchery, which we so-o-o loved. The shrink knew from the outset that he had a couple of horny submissives on his hands. So he didn't need to do too much to ensure that we became his creatures of pleasure.
I was standing in the doorway between the dining room and the living-room when Paul introduced me to Arnim - Paul had hired a carpenter to remove the two connecting doors and replace the softwood frame with oak. He had also asked the carpenter to install four metal eyes in the frame.
It was these unobtrusive eyes that were keeping me from stepping forward and greeting Arnim properly - Paul had secured my wrist- and ankle-straps to the eyes before his guest had arrived. I was now standing spread-eagled, naked and red-faced in front of a man I didn't know.
'X marks the spot,' said Arnim to Paul. 'The rarse looks so trim in his finery. Have you examined him?'
'He's been probed a few times,' replied Paul.
'Sweet,' said Arnim, stepping forward and tweaking my right nipple. 'I like the ball-gag; is it new?'
'Yes. I bought three of them. They're far better than the ones Henry sold me.'
'The rarse is getting quite animated. He must like being hurt by his wife's new master.'
'Yes. He certainly looks grateful,' said Paul, as he stepped up to tweak my left nipple.
'Leo and Lloyd are going to like being watched by this rude boy,' said Arnim to Paul. 'They like performing in front of a captive audience.'
I bit on my ball-gag as Arnim pinched my right nipple and slapped my hard-standing cock with the back of his hand. A painful punch to the stomach then brought things to an abrupt end.
I was still standing in the doorway some thirty minutes later when Paul, who always remained fully-clothed on such occasions, entered the living-room with my naked wife and two naked black men.
The sex show that followed was played out on the floor in front of me. Lorraine seemed to be really enjoying all the attention she was receiving from Leo and Lloyd, even though it looked quite rough at times. Her fair skin looked so-o-o white against the two coal-black studs next to her.
Paul's camera continued to whirl away in the background as I watched my wife sucking cock.
'Look and learn, Andy,' said Paul, as he stepped behind me and placed the video camera on my right shoulder. 'Let's get a shot of how things look from your point of view.'
I stood and sighed in frustration when the shrink told me that I would have to wait, for an hour or so, before my wife would be available to suck me off.
* * *
Fortified by another glass of juju juice, Lorraine was led down the hallway and into the spare bedroom by Lloyd, who was pulling on the leash attached to her slave collar.
Arnim was lying flat out on the bed by the window when she entered the room; and Sarah, an attractive brunette of nineteen, was kneeling between his outstretched legs.
'Keep sucking, bitch,' said Arnim to Sarah. 'You have to get it nice and stiff for that tiny cunt of yours.'
Lorraine smiled and sat down on the bed by the door, between Leo and Lloyd. The two men looked really pleased with their new sex toy, especially when she came complete with a wimpy husband.
Lloyd told Lorraine to lie back and turn on her left side. He then took up a sixty-nine position in front of her and offered her his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread her arse-cheeks apart and pushed a finger, covered in Vaseline, into her rectum. Lorraine felt the finger slip inside, but she didn't let the sensation distract her from the task at hand. She eased back Lloyd's foreskin and ran the tip of her tongue over his large, bulbous knob. The juju juice surging through her bloodstream was making her feel really good.
Lloyd fed his hard-standing cock into her mouth. She shuddered with excitement as she sucked the coal-black monster. Leo slipped a second finger into her rectum and said something to Arnim in West Indian patois. The Vaseline allowed his fingers to slip in and out with ease - Lorraine told me later that there was no pain involved, just some mild discomfort.
She gagged several times as she tried to cope with the cock in her mouth and the fingers in her rectum. Leo's cock was about the same size as mine; however, it felt a whole lot bigger when it entered her virgin hole. She winced and tried to pull away, but she was firmly sandwiched between the two men. In desperation, she slapped Leo on the thigh as the pain began to overwhelm her. This didn't seem to bother the man at all; he just carried on tweaking her nipples, biting her neck and fucking her arse.
'Be still, girl!' he ordered between love bites. 'Just relax and go with the flow. A bitch like you should be begging for more black cock, not less.'
According to Lorraine, the pain did ease off a bit when Leo's length made itself at home. This allowed her to settle down and start enjoying herself again, which in turn prompted the two men to redouble their efforts and bring things to a memorable climax. Lloyd was the first to shed his load, and boy did he come. Lorraine devoured every drop of seed he could produce. In fact, she wouldn't let go of his ball-sac until she had it all.
Leo was next to come. He gave out an almighty roar and continued to pump away at Lorraine's arse until her rectum was awash with sperm. He then grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to open her mouth and release Lloyd's cock. This allowed Lloyd to take hold of his erection and wipe his shiny, wet knob all over my wife's face.
* * *
Lorraine was still lying on the bed in the nude when she woke up sometime later. Her arse and head were both competing for the 'Pain of the Year' award, and Arnim was standing over her with a glass of water in one hand and two aspirin in the other. Embarrassment swept over her as she downed the pills and sipped the water.
Arnim sat down on the edge of the bed and said she should lie back and relax. He then placed his hand on her cunt and gave it a gentle squeeze. Lorraine couldn't believe her luck; this was just what she wanted him to do.
A few minutes later, with Arnim lying flat out on the bed, Lorraine took hold of his hard-standing cock and said goodbye to all her aches and pains.
Paul, Lloyd and Sarah entered the bedroom some five minutes later. Lorraine was too engrossed in what she was doing to let Sarah's presence faze her in any way; in fact, she liked the idea of being watched by the wayward ******** of an Anglican bishop - it made her feel really wicked.
Lloyd helped Paul set up the video equipment as Lorraine continued to work on Arnim's eight-inch cock.
'Lorraine likes pussy as well as cock,' said Paul to Sarah, laughing. 'So you better watch out, she might pounce on you without warning.'
Sarah laughed as she fingered her hairless pussy.
With the camera and lights set up on aluminium tripods, it only took Lloyd a few minutes to get in on the action. He knelt on the bed behind Lorraine, put his hand between her legs and fingered her wet pussy. His vice-like grip on her arse indicated that he was clearly out to dominate her.
Meanwhile, Arnim grabbed hold of her head and forced it down on his coal-black stem; holding it there until she gagged. The camera captured every moment of my wife's struggle to deal with the cock in her mouth and the assault on her arse.
A few minute later, Paul told Lorraine to stop sucking cock and lie face down on the bed, with her legs as far apart as possible. Arnim then straddled her lower back, making her wince as he did so, and helped Lloyd push a massive, well-oiled dildo into my rectum. Her tearful shrieks of pain prompted the shrink to call her 'a pathetic cry-baby'.
Paul was clearly impressed with what his friends were doing to my wife in front of the camera. He encouraged them to go in deep and ream her out, which they did on three occasions. However, these slow and painful attempts to expand her inner sanctum with rubber were eventually brought to a halt by Arnim, who decided to remove the dildo and let Lloyd's cock replace it.
The weight of Lloyd's body on top of her was crushing. 'I'm gonna sweat you, girl,' he whispered in her ear. 'I'm gonna fuck your arse and fill it up with spunk. And when I'm done, the man with the eight-inch chopper is gonna ride you some more.'
Encouraged by Paul, Lloyd plunged his hard-standing cock in to Lorraine's arsehole and fucked her like a man possessed. The camera captured the whole thing on tape, and towards the end, Paul turned to Sarah and said, 'Next time, I want to see you take it up the arse on camera.'
Lloyd's climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair, and so was Arnim's: his cock certainly left a lasting impression on my wife's psyche. She really had to struggle to accommodate his 'eight-inch chopper', which made her eyes water the instant it was pushed into her battered rectum. The two men took great pleasure in making her squirm beneath their hot, virile bodies. Lorraine remembers lying on the bed with her arms and legs fully outstretched, as they took it in turn to hammer her body into the mattress.
* * *
The public bar was packed with West Indians when Lorraine and I entered the Bedford Arms. Lorraine was clearly enjoying all the attention she was attracting, but I was more worried about our safety.
A bald-headed man in his fifties, sporting a prominent gold tooth, put his hand on my shoulder and told us to follow him upstairs.
'I recognized the two of yer, straight away,' he shouted over the hubbub of the throng that we were wading through. 'You two are stars in this neck of the woods; those video tapes are a big hit.'
Lorraine giggled when someone in the crowd playfully slapped her arse and said something to her that I missed.
'See. They all want a piece of yer,' he continued.
We climbed the stairs to the top floor and entered a room that had been converted into a photographic studio.
The room was extremely large and separated into three areas: the one to the left had a leather settee at its centre; the one to the right had a large double bed; and the area in the centre was filled with an untidy array of lighting stands and camera tripods; and intermingled amongst this equipment stood the naked cast - three burly black men and Sarah - and the fully dressed crew - Alan, Arnim and Paul.
Arnim acknowledged us with a wave as he stood listening to Paul's plan for the next session. Apparently, prior to our arrival, one of the men had seduced Sarah on the settee, stripped her naked and pleasured her with his fingers and tongue. Then, once he was naked, Sarah had been surprised by his two naked friends and 'encouraged' to service all three men. The next session would see the men carry Sarah across to the bed and fuck her brains out.
'Fucking thing,' said Paul, as he continued to fiddle with the tripod that was refusing to hold the video camera in place.
'I told you to use another tripod,' rebuked Arnim. 'We've got three of the bloody things around here somewhere.'
'Well, bugger me,' said Paul, throwing his arms up in delight. 'Andy and Lorraine must have brought us some good luck. The bloody thing has stayed put this time.'
Arnim looked at Alan and mumbled something uncomplimentary about Paul under his breath. He then switched on the photofloods and waited for Sarah and the studs to step into the limelight.
'Okay, let's get this show on the road,' said Paul, cheerfully. 'And don't forget, Leon. I want to see that cock of yours really hard by the time I zoom in for the first close-up.'
Sarah smiled as Leon came up behind her, kissed the side of her neck and squeezed her tiny arse-cheeks. Arnim put a reassuring hand on Paul's shoulder to let him know that they were still friends; and as he did so, the old black man signalled that Lorraine and I should get out of the way and stand over by the curtained windows, which offered a better view of the developing sex-romp.
Sarah was carried over to the bed by the three burly studs and thrown unceremoniously on to it. The men then clambered aboard and crowded in on her.
'Ace,' said Paul, with a tremor in his voice. 'That looks so sexy.'
'Kiss and lick those cocks, sweetheart,' suggested Alan. 'And Leon, pinch her nips .... She likes that.'
As the romp continued under the photofloods, Gee, the old black man, took hold of Lorraine and started playing with her tits.
Leon did as Alan suggested, which prompted Sarah to give out a low moan of satisfaction as she wrapped her hands around Cy and Preston's erections. The sight of a bishop's ******** having sex with three black men was far too stimulating for words; all I could do was stand and watch, open mouthed.
'Okay, Sarah,' said Paul. 'Move forward and let Leon's fingers go to work on that lovely pussy.'
Sarah spread her legs, leaned forward and placed her hands flat-out on the bed. She then turned and smiled directly into the camera's lens as Leon began fingering her pussy.
'That's it, that's it,' Paul enthused. 'It's a pity we don't have another camera up and running. We could have done with a close-up of both her head and tail.'
'Just concentrate on the head shot,' said Arnim.
I stood by the window and watched Sarah's body tense, relax, and then tense again in response to Leon's probing fingers. I became very envious of Leon when I heard the girl cooing and sighing with such intensity. It was then that I heard Gee tell Lorraine to spread her legs, lean forward and take hold of her knees.
For some ten minutes, Lorraine and Sarah were treated to an exhilarating and mind-blowing bout of fingering. My wife's whole body quaked with excitement as Gee used the tip of his fingers to keep her pleading for 'more, more, more,' - just like Sarah was doing on the end of Leon's fingers.
'That's it, Gee,' said Arnim. 'Get her ready for the next session. We can fuck her on the bed later, after the boys have finished poking Sarah.'
The camera zoomed in to capture a tight close-up of Sarah struggling to cope with Cy's nine-inch cock - her mouth was simply too small to accommodate the whole thing in one go. Unfortunately, I missed out on what happened next: my wife's head dropped suddenly as she gave out an almighty howl of satisfaction - Gee's fingers had struck gold and I was right there to cash in on his lucky strike.
Lorraine grasped her knees, shook her head and said, 'don't you dare stop'. I couldn't keep my eyes off the old man and his dirty, little slut.
'What a horny little bitch,' said Arnim. 'She certainly likes all that attention you're giving her, Gee.'
'Don't over do it,' put in Paul. 'We don't want her shagged out before the next event.'
I shuddered with excitement as my imagination conjured up a vivid image of Lorraine being fucked by dozens of big, burly men. They were all waiting on the staircase, and they were all naked and extremely horny.
'Come on, girl,' said Gee. 'Let's fool around on the settee. It'll be more comfortable.'
'But,' Lorraine said in a disappointed huff.
'No buts!' chide Gee. 'The settee awaits us.'
From the glint in his eye, I knew that Gee was expecting my wife to reward him for all the hard work he had put in so far; and sure enough, the instant they were on the settee he assumed the position and invited Lorraine to suck on his hard-standing cock.
'That's it, girl,' he cooed, as Lorraine ran her tongue over his cock-head. 'Keep doing.... Ah! Yes, yes, yes-s-s-s.'
Meanwhile, on the bed, Preston and Sarah were locked in a passionate embrace. The camera had been moved to the left, to get a better view of the action, and Paul and Arnim were waiting for Preston to end the scene by turning Sarah on to her front and spreading her legs apart.
'That's grand,' said Arnim. 'Now, in the next scene I want to see you climb aboard and take her for an anal ride. And don't go worrying about being too hard on the bitch, she can handle it.'
As Preston reached for the Vaseline, Paul announced that he needed to replace the tape in the camera; a task that only took a couple of minutes to complete.
With a new video cassette in the camera, Paul signalled to Arnim that he was ready to resume taping.
'Okay, everybody,' said Arnim. 'Let's get this show on the road. We have a hole to fill and an audience to please, so chop, chop.'
Sarah sniggered and braced herself for the scene ahead. She had been arse-fucked before, but never by a cock that was as big as Preston's.
She winced when Preston's cock-head entered her anus, and shuddered when the Vaseline-coated cock pushed its way into her rectum.
'Spread those legs apart, sweetheart,' boomed Alan. 'And don't look so glum. It's good to have a cock up your bum.'
Paul looked up from the camera and gave an exaggerated sigh: he had heard the same old line from Alan before. Sarah was too preoccupied with Preston's lust for her arse to take much notice of the joke. She just shut her eyes and grimaced when the man's powerful buttocks began hammering her body into the mattress.
Because of all the attention she had received from the three studs, Sarah was far too exhausted to watch her replacement being stretched out on the bed and fucked by Arnim and Gee. The two men managed to put Lorraine in the same exhausted state as the bishop's wayward ********. In fact, the two girls spent a good hour recovering on the settee while their lovers drank beer and discussed their sexual prowess.
