New Village Wife (Part 1) Husband John and I moved out of North London to a small hamlet in Norfolk. There are only about 50 people living here, and not always full time. The locality is dominated by a very large manor house in acres of private land where I guess the “Lord” lived. We settled in quite quickly and made a few friends, there is only the post office/shop so any socialising has to be in each other’s houses. We are both in our early thirties and left London, having made a good living in the city, with the idea of maybe starting a family. We attended a few parties and noticed that apart from the elderly couple who ran the post office the rest of the villagers were all relatively young. When the invitation arrived I was very impressed by the gold embossed card and it took me a minute or two to realise who had sent it, it was from the manor house. When I showed it to John he suggested we speak to a few of our new friends to see who else might be going. In general the replies we got were very much alike, it was a great evening with excellent food but the entertainment could be a bit risqué. We decided to accept and see what happened. The evening arrived and we walked to the manor house to be met by our hosts, Anna and Karl. We were ushered in to a big entrance hallway for pre-dinner drinks and eventually when everyone had arrived there were twelve of us all together. We noticed that everyone was about our age but there was no one we knew from the village. A very imposing butler informed us that dinner was served and we made our way through to a very large vaulted dining room. We sat at a circular table and enjoyed a very tasty four course meal with accompanying wine flowing freely. The only oddity was that the gentlemen changed their seats after each course I suppose to mix everything up. When Karl sat next to me I swear I felt his hand on my thigh but when I looked at him, he removed it. After the sweet course was finished Anna stood up and, as the room fell silent, she invited all the ladies to follow her, we duly obliged and followed her down a long corridor to a small ante-room. The easy chairs were arranged in a circle, facing inward and we were free to sit where we wanted. The butler and a couple of girls served coffee, liqueurs and chocolates and then left the room. There was all the usual small talk and much questioning trying to find out who we all were, I did find out that for some reason we were all “first-timers” and nobody apart from me lived in the village. The girls came and cleared away the coffee cups and as they left the room the lights dimmed and a hush came over the ladies. From somewhere in the gloom two figures appeared clad in full motorbike leathers complete with helmet and visors. Music started and they proceeded to dance provocatively round the room circling each of the ladies in turn. First one, then the other peeled off their gloves, then jackets and boots. A few more circles of the ladies and the trousers came off revealing a couple of well-packed posing pouches. The circling around was slower now as each dancer got closer to each of the ladies inviting them to touch them. I admit I was getting aroused, I could feel the redness building up on my neck and a definite dampness in my underwear. One of the ladies had her hand inside her button-through dress and it was obvious what she was doing. The smaller of the two dancers stopped in front of her and pulled the draw strings on his pouch which fell to the floor exposing a muscular bare bum to all the rest of us. The other dancer homed in on Anna, dropped his pouch and perched on her lap facing us all. She reached round him and started to play with his rapidly hardening cock which looked enormous from where I was sitting. Inhibitions were tumbling as some of the ladies modestly massaged themselves through their clothing while at least one other had her dress almost round her waist and her hand action quickening rapidly. Button-through, who I later found out was called Lisa, was head-bobbing her dancer and although we didn’t have a clear view, we all knew what was happening. What a bizarre scene, half a dozen middle aged women, some clearly in sexual rapture and two very fit men with enormous erections who were still wearing their helmets with the visors down. The guy on Anna’s lap was directly opposite me so when he stood up I suppose I was the obvious target, certainly I was the one his huge erection was pointing at. As he approached he tried to push my dress up by putting his hands on my thighs but I pushed back so he straightened up and thrust his hips forward giving me a very close up view of the biggest cock I have ever seen. Despite the closeness to my face there is no way I was going to suck him so I grabbed his cock in both hands and started to jerk him off. He was so big, with both my hands around him there was still a respectable length sticking out and my fingers could not close around his girth. The temptation to stick it in my mouth was overwhelming but just as I was about to give it a try he pulled away from me and headed to one of the others. This roundabout went on for a little longer then on some sort of pre-arranged signal both the guys collected their clothes from the floor and disappeared through a door. The atmosphere was so sexually charged it was almost electric. Anna gathered us in to a bit of a huddle and said she hoped that we had enjoyed the evening, hoping that nobody was offended and then suggested we all powder our noses and rejoin the men. The men were all assembled in the hallway where we had our drinks earlier so it was obvious that the evening was over, we all said our farewells, thanked our hosts and left. One of the other couples offered us a lift but we opted to walk. I could hardly wait to hear what the men had got up to so I was gently quizzing John on the way home. According to him it was nothing spectacular there had been quite a bit more drinking, a couple of strippers and a porno movie but nothing to worry about. I was telling him my story, without all the details, when we were passing the rustic bus shelter not far from our house, I pushed him in to the darkness inside, up against the wall, lifted my dress and put his hand on my soaking underwear. He didn’t say anything but I could feel him rising through the front of his trousers as I stroked him. He had a couple of fingers inside me now and I had to hang on to his shoulder with my free hand as a terrific orgasm made me shudder and gasp. When I had subsided he suggested it might be a better idea to finish this off at home so we held hands and hurried to our front door. We raced upstairs, undressing as we went, and then had the best sex I think we have ever had, I orgasmed several times and I know that John came in me at least twice, it was wonderful.