It was not until the following weekend that we found time for one of our leisurely sex sessions, and as foreplay, we each told of our exploits at the club: She had sucked all of her partner’s cocks before being fucked by them. None of them had sucked her cunt, but she had orgasmed twice while being fucked, both times with Alan. She could not remember the order in which they had her, but she remembered being stretched by Peter’s cudgel and Alan being; “Good at it.” Each time she returned to the lounge there was another stiff prick waiting for her. After her third encounter, Joanna had quipped; “You might as well stay in the room and let them come to you. It will be easier on your feet, if not your fanny.” Laughter all round, but Alex had done just that. I had a mental picture of her spread out on a bed, with a queue of men waiting for their turn, and then re-joining the queue for a second go! It was to prove prophetic, a glimpse into the future. Slightly self-consciously, the following Saturday I attended as a singleton male. Alan was there, as was Peter. There were three couples, two from the previous party and a pair of newcomers, Didi and Kris. They were of African origin; both had the darkest skin imaginable. Both were very athletic looking. Numbers were made up by three working girls. It was the turn of the ladies to draw the lots. How would that work with the three ‘pro’s’ I wondered. Surely when it was their turn to choose, they would choose not to choose? Alan explained that they were ‘contracted’ to join in. And unlike during their normal working day, they could have some say in who poked them. During the warm-up hour, I spoke to Alan. In fact it was he who spoke to me first; “Where’s Alex?” “Oh er, she’s ‘indisposed.” “Pity, she’s a beautiful woman, you’re a very lucky man.” “You seemed quite keen on her.” “Yes, I suppose I was a bit of a hog.” I broached the subject of a threesome. He was keen to say the least, but it would have to be a Saturday, his ‘day off’. We agreed a time for next Saturday. The ladies made their draw. Didi drew number one. She chose me. Numbers two and three were drawn by the two working girls. Kris and Alan were conscripted for service. I followed Didi’s glorious arse upstairs. In the room, she turned her back to me and asked me to unzip her. She placed her discarded dress on the chair. Under it she wore only the skimpiest of thongs. Back then I probably would have called it a G-string. Her tits were like firm large apples, tipped with small black nipples. She helped me undress, then pressed herself against me and kissed me gently on the mouth. My cock was already hard. She dropped to her knees and took it between her full, black lips. She sucked me in this position until I was on the brink of spurting. I pulled away, telling her that I was close. She slipped the thong off, lay on the bed and spread her thighs. The lips of her cunt were as black as the lips of her mouth. They gaped slightly, showing the moist, deep pink interior. “Do me then.” She said. I closed my mouth over my first black cunt. It tasted as sweet as any others that I have enjoyed, and I enjoyed this one. I tongued the hole, slurping up her copious juices, and then sucked her tiny stiff clit until she shuddered in climax. I leaned back and wiped my face with my hand. “Are you going to fuck me now?” She asked. I reached for one of the condoms on the bedside cabinet and hurriedly rolled it onto my prong, positioned myself between her thighs and slid easily into her juicy hole. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held on while I rode her, pumping deep into her clasping cunt. I could feel my climax rapidly approaching. I stopped thrusting. Even without my thrusts, her cunt seemed to milk me. I pulled out altogether. Didi looked at me with raised eyebrows. I told her that I was close to coming. “Come then. How do you want to finish?” She asked. “From behind.” I replied. She rolled over and pushed that fabulous arse towards me, looked over her shoulder and said; “Up the bum?” I was not sure whether it was a question or an instruction, but you don’t refuse an offer like that. “That’s not what I meant,” I said. “but if that’s what you want…” “I want.” She replied. “I like it that way.” I reached for the lube standing next to the condoms and greased both my cock and her dark, puckered anus. “It’s cold.” She said. “Warm it with your cock, put it in me.” I presented my tip to her pucker and pushed. Resistance at first, then I was in. I paused to allow her to adjust to my entry, then pushed in until I could feel my balls against her cunt lips. “Fuck me.” She ordered. “Fuck my arse, hard.” I did as ordered. I realised that I was not going to be able to delay any longer and slammed as hard and fast as I could into her oily hole. I probably managed about twelve or fifteen good hard strokes before I lost it and spurted blissfully into her. As we dressed, I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes from start to finish. Plenty of time to score all six at this rate, but I was going to have to pace myself. Didi and I sat together sipping drinks and chatting, waiting for round two. She and Kris were Nigerian Igbos, real names Ndidi and Kristibueze. Their families had left Nigeria at the start of the conflict in 1970. They had been in their early teens. Once in the UK, they had lost contact, only to renew it when they met by chance, ten years later, performing in a West End musical. She was not an athlete, she was a dancer, or had been. Both of them had been. They now ran a school of dance in a nearby town. She was drawn into conversation with another of those waiting for a room/partner to become available. I started a conversation with Peter and asked him where his giant johnnies came from. He nodded towards the bar and replied; “Vicky keeps them, available on request.” I requested. “Ooh.” Said Vicky. “Another big boy!” She handed me a pack of twelve, optimistically called; ‘King Size’. They were in fact, too big. Certainly too long, but they proved to be a lot easier to roll onto my stalk, and never felt as though they would be dragged off or damaged by vigorous fucking. I used them for the rest of the evening. While waiting to be chosen for the second round, I tried to form a plan of action. The next one I would dry fuck, come in the next, dry fuck the next two, then spend anything I had left into the sixth. Didi’s invitation to fuck her in the arse had added another complication, five more holes than I had planned for, but I would certainly try. I could not help being reminded of an uncle, then in his seventies, ex RAF and never married, confiding in me at a family gathering, that he: “Was no longer capable of live firing, but he still enjoyed an occasional dry run over the target area.” I would dry run over the target area. Providing, that was, that I was chosen by all six ladies and that there was time. There was and I was. It was almost as if they could read my mind. One after the other and at intervals I could handle, I had my cock in the mouths, cunts and arseholes of all five! Clare introduced me to a method of arse-fucking face to face, on her back and pulling her legs way back, offering her anus that way. Nice. I was truly shagged out by the time I got home. Alex was in bed, but awake, and insisted on hearing all the details. Usually, after a session talking about it, we do it; we finish the session with a fuck. I suggested saving the story until the next day, but she insisted, knowing that I could not manage another fuck if my life depended on it. As my tale progressed, she began to play with herself. This was unusual. She would willingly touch herself at my suggestion, drawing out her juices on her fingers for me to suck, but I had never seen her masturbate properly. But she liked to watch me wank. When she had her periods, she would either suck me off, wank me off, or more often, make me wank in front of her, usually spraying her with the produce. This was new. She kicked the bedclothes off, spread her legs and wanked herself to orgasm, coming three times before we both fell asleep with the light on. It was the horniest thing I had seen all night. Since the first encounter with ‘The Tossers”, she had changed. Alan arrived at seven the following Saturday, looking clean and shaved. We had a drink downstairs first, champagne again. Alex thought it the most suitable fuel for sex. Alex reminded Alan of her ‘rules’. No anal, no facials. Anything else was permitted. By mutual agreement, condoms would not be used. We adjourned to the bedroom. The spare bedroom in fact, which we had arranged as a ‘playroom’. King sized bed with sheet and pillows, but no duvet, soft music playing, low lights but enough to see the action clearly, and a small sofa for spectating. I had agreed with Alex that swinging on the marital bed was not a good idea. If things went to plan, the bed would be cum-soaked and not fit for sleeping in! Alex embraced both of us and kissed us each in turn. Then she pulled away, held her arms out by her sides and said; “Undress me.” She had not allowed me to watch her dress, so I expected something special. The dress she wore was new. Black and loose, but form fitting. Alan undid the zip and she allowed the dress to pool at her feet. Her underwear was also new. Lacy black platform bra, which just about hid her nipples, and a matching thong. Between the two was a ‘waspie’, a short corset that started at her lower ribs and ended at her hips. This supported sheer black stockings. Very high heeled ‘fuck me’ shoes, also in black, completed the outfit. The effect was stunning. Alan and I just stood and gaped. “I said, undress me.” She reminded us. We each took a bra strap and slipped them off her shoulders, pulling down the lace cups and allowing her erect teats to spring free. I undid the catch and pulled the bra away, Alan slipped the thong down her thighs and she stepped out of it. She had completely removed her pubic hair, her mound jutted forward, the cleft just visible. Alan bent to kiss it. I went to undo the hooks and eyes of the corset, but she stopped me. “That stays on.” She said. So, I thought, this is fuck-wear. She even did a twirl so that we got the rear view, shapely arse framed by the waspie and suspenders. Stunning. Facing us again, she looked each of us up and down expectantly. Alan and I raced to get naked. Alex dropped to her knees and took a stiff cock in each hand as though measuring one against the other, then dipped her head to take first Alan’s then mine into her lipsticked mouth. She went from one to the other, sucking and licking, then pulled the two of us close together and attempted to take both in her mouth at the same time. She couldn’t of course, and she knew it. What she was doing was seeing how we would react to being cock to cock. Neither of us recoiled. She went back to sucking each in turn. When she was engaged in pleasuring Alan, I drew away to let the two of them get on with it, taking a seat on the ‘ringside’ sofa. Before long, Alan pulled her off his cock. As I expected, Alex had brought him to boiling point. He laid her on the bed and started to kiss her all over, staring with her mouth, down to her jutting tits, down her belly to the prime target between her thighs. She opened up to allow him access. He feasted on her sweet cunt for several minutes before she cried out in passion and came powerfully. Alan scrambled up her body and guided his rigid prick into her welcoming cunt. Alex wrapped herself around him as he began to fuck her. Like the sucking, he did not last long, slowing down to delay the inevitable. Alan rolled onto his back, taking her with him, into cowgirl position and continued his thrust up into her. Alex likes this position and it was not long before she reached a second climax, so violent that Alan had to hold her tightly to prevent her from falling off. All this time, I was gently stroking my cock, trying not to actually wank. I knew that I was in danger of wasting it if I was not careful. When Alex’ spasms had subsided, Alan asked Alex to kneel on all fours so that he could have her from behind. Alex scrambled round and positioned herself. I had a fine view of her gaping cunt before Alan blocked my view and slid easily into it. This was to be his finalé, for this first round anyway. He pumped Alex long and slow, but he could not hold it any longer. With a grunt, he pushed deep into her and let go. Seven or eight convulsive, short stabs indicated his spending. He pulled out and stood up, his cock shining with their juices. Alex looked back at me by placing her head down on the bed, past her dangling tits, though her spread legs and into my eyes. A look of invitation. She wanted more. Her cunt gaped open, spunk dripping from it. I quickly got into position and eased into the hot slippery hole. Sloppy seconds is an indescribable feeling, wetter and warmer than you can imagine. I savoured the heat for a few seconds, Alex’ cunt was pulsing around my shaft, inviting rougher treatment. Admitting defeat, I pounded frantically into her, very quickly adding my own contribution to her sopping quim. I reluctantly withdrew my wilting cock. Alex fell onto her side and drew her legs up in a foetal position. Semen oozing out of her plundered fuck-hole. We finished the bubbly and were soon ready for seconds. Alex suggested that Alan lay on his back, propped up against the headboard, supported by pillows in a semi-reclining position. She straddled his body with her back to him and I had a full view of her feeding his erection into her cunt. She rode him like this for a short time, then lay back on his body, her knees drawn up and apart allowing a view of Alans cock, just the root showing, the rest deep inside her. Each of his hands held a tit. Alex looked across at me. This was it. This was what had started this whirlwind chain of events. She was fully accessible to my mouth. I knelt on the bed, astride Alan’s feet. Alex’ staring eyes were glazed with lust. Her cunt was spread wide by Alan’s stalk. Her clit was standing out from her shaven lips, like a magnet for my tongue. I bent and drew the stiff little organ into my mouth. Alex cried out as I did so. I could feel her cunt muscles clasping. I knew from experience what this was doing to Alan’s cock; when she is this much aroused, her cunt is like a wanking machine. Alan began to pump her, sure enough, the underside of his cock rasped against my chin. Alex began to climax, it was just too much for her. Unable to keep her clit between my lips, I pressed my mouth over her entire cuntal area. Now my bottom lip was rubbing against Alan’s stalk as it stabbed with increasing speed into Alex’ channel. She came with a scream, her spasms caused Alan to lose what little control he had left and he spurted his gift deep into my wife’s cunt. I could feel the spurts against my chin! I pulled away, but remained near enough to see Alan’s cock lose it’s hardness. Alex’ nether lips were coated with froth from their frantic coupling. Alan slipped out, now his juice welled out of the gaping hole. I leaned forward again and closed my mouth over the dripping gash, slurping their cocktail into my mouth, drinking it down, greedy for more and disappointed when there was not. I drew away again, somehow, Alan had disentangled himself, Alex was alone on the bed, face, neck and tits flushed with desire. I scrambled up and pushed my cock into her gape, needing no guiding. I fucked like it was my last time, quickly reaching my peak and crying out as I poured spunk into her. Alex put her mouth close to my ear. “I love you.” She whispered. I knew how she must have felt. At that moment, I realised just how close the bond between us was. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, my cock softening and eventually slipping out. When I rolled off, Alan was dressing. He declared himself spent. Alex and I put robes on and we went downstairs for a coffee. One for the road. We agreed to a repeat performance in two weeks time. Alan declared that he did not want to stop attending the club altogether. Later, in bed, we wondered whether he had been revolted by the sight of me drinking his spunk from Alex’ cunt and whether we would see him again. We would not call him. Wait for him to make first move if he wanted more. “I hope so, we still have unfinished business.” Said Alex. Pressed to enlarge on the statement, she reminded me that only two of her requirements had been met. I had licked her with a prick up her, and I had sucked her cunt clean. But I had not sucked spunk from his cock. “Do you still want that?” I enquired. “Oh yes.” She replied. “I would pay to see it. But do you want it?” I thought for a while. I did want it! I did not fancy him. I did not think that a, till now, hidden homosexual lurked inside me, but I needed to know what it felt like to have my mouth crammed with cock. I said so. “Would you suck him off?” Alex pushed me. I nodded. “I’ll show you how to do it.” She said, squirming down and taking my re-erected prong into her mouth. She sucked me off nicely, swallowing the result before falling asleep in my arms. Alan ‘phoned a couple of days later. He had enjoyed the evening and was anxious for a repeat. He arrived early on the agreed day. He was keen. Alex described our fantasies, which had led us into this ‘sharing’. Not the whole thing, but to explain why I had sucked her cum filled cunt. She went on to tell him about the ‘unfinished business’. How did he feel about having my mouth round his dick? He said that he liked to be sucked, and a male mouth felt little different to a female one. Clearly he had done it before! In the playroom, Alex decided that she would do a striptease for us. It did not take long, she was in a hurry to get her clothes off. Again the clothes were all new. A new slinky blue dress with dark blue undies beneath. Suspender belt this time and tan-coloured stockings. By prior arrangement, I fucked her first this time. Missionary position and over very quickly, I was more than a little excited at what was to follow. Alan took my place immediately, he too seemed to come very quickly. He withdrew his dripping, still hard cock and sat on the edge of the bed. This was it. I knelt in front of him and took hold of his stalk around the base. Not allowing time for second thoughts, I quickly gulped it into my mouth. I was surprised at how much it filled my mouth, I could only just enclose it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Alex, strumming her clit frantically. She had not climaxed during either of our fuckings, but was catching up fast. I had done it. I drew away from Alan’s cock and we both watched, entranced, as Alex reached a shattering, self-induced orgasm. During the break, Alex asked; “Well. How was it?” “Big.” I replied. She laughed. “Now you know how it feels.” She said. “And yours is bigger!” Alan protested. We were by now on our second bottle of bubbly. Alan had travelled by taxi this time. He agreed that Champagne is the best drink for fuelling sex. Inhibition dissolving is how he described it, and unlike some other alcoholic beverages, did not ‘soften the resolve’. But it did go to his head, hence the taxi. And we were at that delightful, squiffy stage where anything goes. Alex skipped downstairs to fetch a tape-measure. Amid much giggling and rudery, she carefully measured each one. Both were at maximum size. She also brought a notepad to record our relative dimensions. I was bigger than Alan. Not in length, we were almost a dead heat at 175cm. But while his measured 140cm in circumference, mine was a surprising 165cm. Not a huge amount, but, as Alex quipped; “Vive la difference.” Alan said he felt inferior and was going home. “Not until it’s been properly emptied.” Retorted Alex. 15cm in circumference is only 8mm wider, but it explained why condoms felt so tight! We settled down. I could sense that the next round of fucking was about to begin. Alan asked if I had ‘been with’ a man before. I replied in the negative, but we both looked at him waiting for more. His question suggested that perhaps he had. “Yes, I have.” He said. “Like you, I was curious.” He would not give details, other than that the man had spunked in his mouth and that he had swallowed. He had also allowed his protagonist to bugger him. It was a long time ago and never repeated, but it was something that he had to try. “How curious are you?” He asked. “You mean, you want me to suck you off.” I replied. “I do.” Alex stepped in. Alan brandished his erection in my direction. “Suck it.” Urged Alex. I sucked it. I tried to do it properly, it’s not as easy as you might think to suck and breath at the same time, but Alan did not complain. Alex positioned herself for a close-up and offered advice and encouragement. Eventually Alan warned that he was about to come. Seconds later a torrent of hot cum exploded into the back of my mouth, causing me to gag. I recovered and swallowed the lot. Alex kissed me on my spunky lips, then sucked the drops of Alan’s cock. “Fucking awesome.” She said. She rarely swears, and I had never heard her use a ‘sex word’ as a swear word. Such was her arousal. I had become aware that my own erection had subsided as I sucked Alan. It was back now, with a vengeance. Alex went down and sucked like never before. Even after I had exploded into her mouth, she kept sucking, as though she expected more. After another recovery break, Alex asked Alan if he was going to; “Fuck him up the arse.” “Anything to please you.” Alan replied. I was not sure about this, but yes, I was curious. I suggested that I impaled Alex in this way, from behind, and Alan could complete the daisy chain. I thought that being enveloped in Alex enticing arse would take my mind off what I was sure was going to hurt. “Not a chance,” Said Alex. “I want to see it happen.” I insisted on masses of lubricant. Even so it hurt like hell when he pressed his knob against my resisting sphincter. “Relax.” Advised Alex. I relaxed. Alan’s tip popped in. He waited for me to prepare, then pushed in the rest of the way. I thought that I would split open. It felt like a red hot poker was being rammed up me. I don’t know how long he did it for, but at last it was over. I was too dazed to notice, but he had not ejaculated. He told me later that he was saving it for Alex. He planned to bugger her as well. He was downcast when Alex told him that it was a no-go zone. I was surprised how quickly I recovered. “If you want,” Alan offered. “you can do me next time.” The next half hour was a bit flat. I think we all realised that it would be hard to follow that. Alex neatly wound up events by suggesting that if we had anything left, we should wank onto her tits. She does look good, sugar coated.