I didn’t know how tonight was going to go, but I didn’t expect it to be so absolutely and completely fucking fabulous. We had stayed in touch with Nael and Annie from the ‘Get Fucked’ event at Townhouse in early December last year, as had our friends Ivar and Thyra, and seeing as we enjoyed each other's company so much last time, we wanted to try something a little more private for our second group meet. An Airbnb was arranged, a detached house with three double bedrooms, three bathrooms, a hot tub, and a fully equipped kitchen, perfect for what we had planned.
Weeks passed, and as our play date and stay-over approached, I felt myself grow nervous with anticipation. It would be the first time in over ten years that we would be away from our kids for the night, and that in itself was enough to make my stomach tighten with worry. We had arranged for a trusted family friend to stay at our home, and I knew they would be in safe hands, but it’s a mum's prerogative to worry about her kids.
The days before our meet were a little hectic as I tried to organise the home, my overnight suitcase, the food and drink we were bringing with us, and my toys and outfits for the evening, all while juggling my job and my studies. The excitement I felt for our upcoming trip was enough to push through any anxiety I was experiencing, and although I was tired, I looked forward to our naughty mini-break.
I worked the morning and afternoon on the day of our trip, leaving me with little time to bathe and prep for the evening. My prep for all meets involves a good anal douche, followed by a hot bath. I like to have an ‘everything’ bath, which means I wash my hair, shave all excess body hair away, and exfoliate my entire body and face. After drying off, I moisturise myself from head to toe, dry and style my hair, and apply make-up and perfume. Finally, my underwear of choice goes on, followed by a long dress to hide the garment underneath. Luke usually struggles to keep his hands off me before we leave the house, and sometimes, if he’s lucky, I’ll get on my knees for him. But not this evening. I was too stressed trying to be ready to leave at 6 pm, as the Airbnb was an hour's drive away.
We finally make it to the car, bags packed and ready in the boot. The cheese, meats, grapes and other sides we bought to share were safely nestled on the back seat. Following our fun last Wednesday, I wanted to show Ivar and Nael what a Prosecco blow job was, and a bottle of bubbly was tucked safely into our luggage.
The journey was just under an hour away, and despite my excitement, I could feel myself getting sleepy. I really hoped I would wake up once we arrived, and asked Luke to stop on the way to pick up a can of Red Bull.
Pulling into the driveway forty minutes later, we realised we were the first to arrive. The Red Bull had done its job of waking me up, and I found myself feeling full of energy and excitement as I went from room to room, checking that everything was clean and in order. I closed all of the blinds, turned on all the lamps throughout the property, and switched the heating up (it was a chilly seventeen degrees, not warm enough to get naked in comfort!). I checked the hot tub was switched on and hot (it was a lovely forty degrees), and went back upstairs to claim the bedroom I liked. It was the smallest room, but it felt cosy, and the bed was comfortable.
Luke brought up the luggage to ‘our’ room, and we both went to the kitchen to set up the dining table for our little buffet. We put YouTube music on the TV and started sipping on the wine we had brought with us. I was waiting with extreme impatience, unable to sit still in anticipation of everyone’s arrival.
Nael and Annie were the first through the front door, and I jumped up to greet them warmly. I showed them the large double room with an en-suite on the ground floor, where they placed their luggage, claiming the room as theirs for the night. Annie had brought home-made treats for us - delicious sugared almonds and giant chocolate-coated strawberries, alongside meats, cheeses, breads and more. “I nearly baked a cake too!” she announced with a smile. “I would have loved that, but you have done so much already!” I replied, enjoying her happiness at her food being appreciated.
Ivar and Thyra arrived fifteen minutes later, also laden with luggage and food to share. After hugs and kisses all round, I showed them to their room, the one next to ours. We had a shared bathroom that connected our rooms, and the thought of sharing a sexy shower entered my head. That would be one for later.
We gathered in the kitchen-diner, which had comfy double sofas along one wall, sharing wine and nibbling on the now-large buffet, where there was so much food that there was no way we would finish it. The evening before, Thyra had sent me a photo of the many outfits she had lined up to try on, and we agreed that a little ‘fashion show’ would be in order to start the night. “Shall we go and try on our outfits, and leave the boys to talk?” I asked her, excited to see her beautiful body dressed up in different lingerie sets, choosing our favourite one. “Yes, let's go” she replied. “Annie, you too?” I asked, wanting her to feel included. A sexy girly fashion show is always good fun for everyone, including the straight ladies. You can appreciate sexy lingerie on a woman's body, even if you don't want to get intimate with her.
The three of us made our way upstairs with wine glasses in hand. Thyra had ten different outfits to try on, all neatly folded into their own separate storage bag. It was extremely tempting to place my hands on her body as she undressed, revealing her beautiful curves and soft, tattooed skin, but I held back. The timing wasn’t quite right, and she still needed to choose her outfit for the evening. She settled on a black strappy two-piece and finished the look with fishnet stockings and boots, and we made our way back downstairs to show the boys. They showed the appropriate amount of enthusiasm for her outfit reveal, all in agreement that she looked good enough to eat.
We spent a little more time downstairs, chatting and drinking, before my patience ran out. “Thyra, do you want to come upstairs with me for a while?” I asked with a smile. I wanted to have her all to myself, having never had the chance before. She looked at Ivar, and with a nod of approval from her husband, she took my hand, and we made our way up the stairs to the large double bedroom on the first floor.
I felt butterflies in my chest as we slid onto the king size bed in the main bedroom, nerves almost taking over. But as we placed our hands on each other's waist and shared a soft, sensual kiss, the nerves melted away, revealing the hot passion underneath. We kissed and touched each other for a while, taking in each other's soft skin and sensual curves. “Take it off” I told her, gesturing to her lingerie as I began to pull off my own. I desperately wanted to feel her fully naked body on mine, breasts touching and warm skin pressed together. We were both naked with nothing between us, and I savoured the sensation of her fingertips stroking my skin as I stroked hers. “Lay on your back” I said, knowing exactly what I wanted to do to her. She obediently lay back, legs ajar, and seeing her like this almost overwhelmed me with lust. She looked so fucking succulent. I kissed down her inner thighs and placed my mouth over her clit, sucking and licking, making her moan with pleasure. Her clit swelled in my mouth, and I tasted her juices on my tongue as they dripped from her pussy.
Once she was wet and warm, I sat up and straddled her hips, placing my pussy over hers. I began to grind gently back and forth, massaging our clits together, creating delicious tingles through both our bodies. Thrusting my hips firmer and faster, I felt my juices drip onto her pussy, mixing in with hers, creating a slip and slide ride that felt incredibly good. The energy between us was intense, overwhelming our senses so that only she and I existed in that moment. In her passion, she called out, “You are a goddess! You are stunning!” Her words sent me higher, intensifying the experience, almost making me dizzy with excitement. She raised her hips involuntarily, coming loudly as she bucked, her sopping wet pussy pressing firmly against mine. Her orgasm lasted for a while, drawn out and delicious.
After, I lay next to her, a little out of breath from my exertions. We rested next to each other, bodies touching, soothing one another as we came down from our high.
It was then that we realised that Neal had entered the room and had watched us fucking. I loved that we had been ‘caught’, like naughty schoolgirls smoking behind the school shed when the headmaster shows up. He was very clearly turned on and watched us as we started playing again. We stayed there for a while, Thyra acting as a top this time, sliding her fingers into my wet cunt, taking hold of my neck and teasing me with kisses. I had never seen this side of her before, and it was absolutely fucking glorious. I could have lain there for hours while she dominated me, with a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes.
Eventually, the three of us made our way downstairs. The slapping sound of wet skin accompanied by moans of pleasure met our ears, and upon opening the door to the kitchen diner, we saw Annie on her knees with Ivar's firm cock in her mouth, taking it deep in her throat. At her rear was Luke, firmly pumping her pussy with his thick length over and over with perfect rhythm. She was clearly having a fantastic time, her eyes half closed and a look of pure enjoyment on her face. Nael, Thyra, and I wasted no time getting involved, and within minutes the room looked like something out of a hardcore porn scene with naked bodies everywhere, hard cocks thrusting into eager holes, tongues in sensitive places, and the sounds of ecstasy over the music.
The rest of the evening flowed with hour upon hour of no-holds-barred fucking, with short periods of rest between scenes to hydrate and snack on our huge buffet. Around midnight, Ivar and Thyra expressed their wish to be alone with me. I agreed, feeling excited to be their third, and we made our way upstairs, leaving Annie, Nael and Luke to play in the kitchen.
We climbed onto the king size bed in the main bedroom, where I had ridden Thyra earlier that evening. We were already extremely turned on and ready due to our hours of play downstairs, and they immediately had me position myself on all fours between them. Ivar was at my head with his hard cock in hand, so I took him in my wet mouth, sucking his shaft and teasing the head with my tongue. Thyra had picked up the double ended dildo, and was fucking me with it, watching how it stretched my opening while stroking her long nails across the skin of my cheeks.
Ivar wanted to play a little game. One I had played before, but not with Thyra. “You know how this goes, we’ve played it before, haven’t we?” he said with a devilish glint in his eyes. “I’m going to gag you on my cock now. Thyra, push the dildo inside and see what happens”. She pushed the double ender deep inside and lightly held it in place, while Ivar held his cock deep in my throat. I could feel my body trying to gag, but held myself in place, unable to breathe with tears forming in my eyes. They took turns hitting my ass cheeks firmly, making loud slapping sounds and leaving red marks. Eventually, I could hold on no longer and my throat gagged forcefully, making my whole body push outwards. The dildo that Thyra had been holding in place shot firmly out of my pussy and across the bed, much to both their pleasure. “Let’s do it again” he announced, and I held still for another round of light torture. I loved being held between the two of them while they abused my body. Round two was more intense, and I held out for a little longer, gagging lightly as the tip of his cock blocked my airway. I gagged hard, sending the dildo flying from my slit a second time. Mascara smudged my eyes and made me look like I had been crying. But I was absolutely loving the experience, and they were tears of pleasure.
At some point later in the evening, I was bound and held down by Luke and Ivar. Ivar had brought an extra girthy dildo, designed to stretch your hole way past the norm, and was fucking me with it to the hilt while Thyra looked on. I had multiple, wavy orgasms that seemed to go on forever, and the intensity of the experience made me almost lose my sanity. My body tried to thrash, jolting and writhing heavily, but Luke and Ivar held firm, as did the straps holding my bent legs in place. Luke later told me that I lifted him off the bed several times as he tried to hold my legs down. I had no idea, and thought that maybe next time, we should bring chains for under the bed to hold me in place. But I do love the feeling of the weight and warmth of his body as he retrains me heavily, and chains can’t replace that feeling.
The evening went on until four AM, eight hours of debauchery moving from the kitchen to the main bedroom, back to the kitchen, into the hot tub, and finally, the kitchen one last time. To say we were completely depleted as we crawled into bed is an understatement.
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I woke up at seven thirty AM. I had only three hours of sleep, but strangely, I felt energised in a way that had nothing to do with being rested. I snuck downstairs to make coffee, feeling muscle aches setting into my ribs, legs, stomach and hips caused by last night’s exertions. I grabbed the croissants we had brought with us and made my way back upstairs with the hot coffee. Luke was semi-awake and drowsy, but seemed in good spirits despite his lack of sleep. I handed him his breakfast and slid under the covers to enjoy mine. “Mmm, there is nothing quite like the first sip of coffee in the morning”, I murmured as I savoured my drink, enjoying the flavour. We were halfway through our drinks when Ivar stuck his head around our door. “I need someone to help me with Thyra”, he said, looking expectant. I jumped out of bed, more than happy to assist him in getting Thyra to have an early-morning orgasm. I followed him back to their room, where he moved to the head of the bed and slid his dick into her wet mouth. I placed my head willingly between her thighs and began to suck and lick on her clit. She tasted delicious, better than my coffee. I was wearing long nails (I stupidly didn’t think ahead when I did them), so I couldn’t fill her pussy for fear of hurting her, but Ivar was more than happy to use his. He fucked her with his fingers, quickly bringing her to orgasm. As she came, he finished too, his creamy load spurting from his cock, landing on her chest. I would definitely be keeping at least two of my nails short from now on, as I had desperately wanted to be the one to finger fuck her, but you live and learn.
Driving home later that morning, Luke and I stopped for a rare treat, a McDonalds breakfast. We were completely exhausted and needed our energy before heading back on the long journey home. We chatted easily about our evening as I stroked his neck and he drove, enjoying the contact of my fingers on his skin. We discussed our favourite parts of the evening, and neither of us had a single negative thing to say. The meet had been a complete success.
Once home, we climbed into our bed and snuggled into one another, quickly falling into a deep, contented sleep.