We had moved into our new house in a smart estate only a few weeks ago, and I was bored already. My husband worked long hours and travelled a lot, and my part-time job was undemanding. The house needed no redecoration and we employed a gardener and a cleaner, so I was at a loose end for much of the time. I suppose I hadn’t got used to not having the kids around, but they were off studying and becoming independent, socially if not financially. I was in fact a typical bored 40-something housewife.
I hadn’t even seen much of the neighbours. They seemed to be too busy making money to socialise. The chap next door, a good-looking blond who must have been in his late twenties, came and went at strange hours. I was hopeful of getting to know him, if only to indulge my fantasies about younger men, but could never seem to catch him. Until I discovered that his back garden was visible from our attic …
I was up there sorting out boxes of nostalgia that we had transferred from our old house – children’s school books, old photos, gadgets that we had never used, etc. – and glanced out of the dormer window. There was someone in the swimming pool in next door’s garden, doing lengths in a strong, easy crawl. I stopped what I was doing and watched, daydreaming. My neighbour must certainly be fit to keep up that pace – I lost count of how many times he turned.
Eventually he stopped and floated on his back, his chest rising and falling deeply. With a little frisson of excitement I saw that he was in fact naked. His fine, toned body was tanned a uniform light bronze. It was hard to tell how hairy he was; any blond hair was wet and almost invisible. I wished, with an inward chuckle, that I had a pair of binoculars. Still, sooner or later he would have to get out …
He did. He lifted himself easily onto the side and shook himself like a dog. I saw that his penis was half-erect, quite a sizeable organ in my very limited experience. He went over to the outdoor shower – just a curved stainless steel pipe with a spray at the top – and turned it on, standing full under the spray and rubbing himself down. He was sideways on to me and his profile was handsome and muscular – rather a Greek god, I decided. I realised that I was touching my breast.
His sensuous rub-down had made his penis swell to full hardness. It was a magnificent looking organ, long and thick and slightly curved. He seemed to have very little pubic hair, which made it seem even longer. He turned the shower off and grasped his shaft in his fist, rubbing it firmly with long, measured strokes. I grew hot, and felt a moistness steal into my panties.
He masturbated with steadily increasing vigour, holding onto the shower pipe with one hand. His hips thrust forward and his pert buttocks were clenched. Without thinking I slipped my hand under my skirt and into my panties. He planted his feet apart and pushed his loins forward, pumping into his fist. He jerked and a string of whiteness spurted from his penis and landed on the grass a couple of yards away. Another, and another, and another, arcing into the air and splattering onto the lawn. I was amazed how far he could spurt. With a soft cry, I climaxed in sympathy …
He leaned against the pipe for a minute, recovering, then went to lie on the sun bed, still naked, and seemed to doze. Feeling guilty, I went to change into dry panties. That evening, alone in the big bed – husband was away on business again – I replayed my mental video, wondering about my neighbour. Was he single? Did he not have an outlet for his passions? Or was his sex drive so strong that nothing could satisfy it totally – not even a sexually frustrated middle-aged woman who would suck the spunk from his balls by the pint? I climaxed fiercely once more.
The next afternoon I waited in the attic – it was rather hot up there, and I stripped down to my bra and panties – and kept watch on his garden. I was rewarded eventually when he emerged, naked, and dived into the pool, completing his hundred lengths or whatever while I stood there lightly touching myself. Once again he stepped under the shower and began to rub himself down. To my shock another man appeared from out of the house – about the same age, also fit and firm-bodied, and also stark naked. His black skin shone in the sunlight. My heart missed a beat.
The black man stepped into the spray of water and the two of them kissed passionately and uninhibitedly. I couldn’t tear my gaze away – I had never seen men making love before, even in films. They stroked each other and my neighbour grasped the black man’s penis – which was no bigger than his own, but just as hard – and began to slide his fist up and down it, while they kissed with open mouths. He turned the water off and masturbated his friend harder, while the black man held the blond’s head in both hands. I saw a rope of white semen burst from the tip of the black organ, thickly falling to the grass, followed by a few more drops – not nearly such a copious orgasm as my neighbour.
Almost before the black man had finished coming, my neighbour gripped his head and forced it down to the level of his crotch. His erection was taken eagerly between the black man’s lips and his mouth began to slide up and down, long deep strokes that made my neighbour throw his head back in ecstasy. He thrust his loins forward while his friend, kneeling, fellated him strongly.
Knowing how powerful his orgasm was, I waited breathless for the explosion. I could imagine vividly – from the few times I had sucked off my husband – what it would feel like for the sperm to erupt into my mouth, splattering against the back of my throat, filling me to overflowing …
I head my neighbour cry out and his body arched, forcing his cock further into his friend’s mouth. The black man jerked his head back in shock, I suppose, but didn’t let go. I could see his throat muscles working as he swallowed the emissions …
My hand was inside my panties and once again I climaxed, weak-kneed.
The two men kissed again, tenderly, this time, and went inside the house, no doubt to continue their love-making.
It had been exciting, but also depressing. So he was gay. Openly, gloriously gay. Which meant that he wouldn’t be interested in me, even supposing I had been a gorgeous busty young starlet instead of an average-looking (and rather small-busted) middle-aged woman. On the other hand, I decided, there was nothing to stop me trying to get to know him better, and if my husband complained – always assuming he noticed, which was highly unlikely – I had the perfect rejoinder: ‘He’s not interested in women.’
The following day I decided to make a determined effort to strike up a relationship with him. I titivated myself as much as I dared – make-up, nice perfume, thin shortish skirt and tight top, and presented myself at his door with a bottle of wine as a welcome offering. To my surprise, after rather a long wait, the door was opened by a woman – or perhaps a girl, for she looked scarcely out of her teens. Her long blonde hair was tousled and her sun-dress looked like it had been thrown on in a hurry.
I introduced myself as the neighbour, and she looked at me uncomprehending. Maybe people didn’t do this sort of thing in her area. Then she shouted upstairs. ‘Dirk – your neighbour’s here. Are you coming down?’
‘Sorry,’ she said to me with a grin. ‘We were busy.’ Doing what, I wondered. Maybe he wasn’t purely gay after all.
Dirk appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. I caught myself staring at his smooth naked torso with its rippling muscles. I introduced myself again, feeling slightly foolish, and unable to stop remembering that I had seen him masturbating onto his lawn and being sucked off by another man. ‘So I thought I’d come round to say hi … but if you’re busy …’
‘Well, it is a little awkward at the moment …’ his voice was deep and masculine, with a Scandinavian accent, not what I had expected. It sent shivers down my spine. ‘I suggest, why don’t you come over this evening? We can drink that bottle of wine … it would be good to get to know you, Betty.’ His smile melted me.
‘OK,’ I said. His girlfriend or whoever she was was eyeing me suspiciously so I beat a retreat and left them to their screwing or whatever. Still, at least I had an invitation for later. That meant I had to choose another outfit, for I couldn’t turn up in the same clothes, could I? What to wear so that he would think I was a desirable sexy older woman rather than a desperate lonely wife?
I brought myself up short. Hang on, what was I expecting to happen? Was I going to try and seduce him – gay or bisexual or whatever he was? Was I really – at my age – going to try and get sex with a man I didn’t know – I who had been faithful to my husband for all these years? Surely not. But as I bathed and depilated and dressed myself in my finest undies, I let my imagination wander …
About eight o’clock I rang his doorbell again, trembling with nervousness. I was wearing a white silk blouse that half-revealed my scanty red bra, and a tight blue cotton skirt slit up the front, only just concealing matching red panties. No stockings – it was too hot. My legs are OK, long and well-shaped, and I have nice ankles.
‘Betty! Come in!’ He kissed me on one cheek and then the other, in the continental fashion, and his aftershave made my head swim.
The house was a mirror image of mine, sparsely but artistically furnished, extremely clean and neat. On the white leather sofa sat the black guy whom I had watched the day before, getting Dirk’s ejaculation down his throat. My mouth fell open, rudely.
‘This is Rob. Rob, I introduce you to Betty, my next-door neighbour. Rob is my lover.’ He said this casually to me and it took all my self-control to shake the man’s hand normally. What was the polite response to such a statement? I looked at them both, wondering how to proceed. Both were dressed in tight thin shirts and trousers that hugged their hips and groins. Both had large bulges where men traditionally bulge.
Dirk obviously sensed my discomfort, for he said, ‘I put the wine to chill. I go and fetch it. Please, sit down.’
I sat down hurriedly on the indicated place, next to Rob. He asked me how long I’d lived next door and we made small talk about the houses, the neighbourhood and so on. He was exceptionally polite and charming and attentive, as gay men are to women. Such a shame …
Dirk reappeared with a tray bearing the wine in a cooler, glasses and a tray of tiny open sandwiches. It was so civilised. We made even smaller talk for a while. Then he sat back.
‘So. Tell me about yourself. I’m sorry I haven’t been round to say hello yet. I work strange hours and I don’t have much free time. You’re married? Or if not, I have seen you have a man living with you!’ He grinned.
‘Yes, I’m married. My husband works strange hours too – in fact he works most of the time, it seems.’
‘So you are a lonely housewife, yes? I was warned about such things!’
‘What did they warn you?’ His candid humour was infectious, and the wine had loosened me up.
‘Oh, that I would be ravaged by bored housewives who were desperate for a younger man!’
‘But you’re gay,’ I said automatically, looking at Rob as well. He grinned.
‘Well … you did.’
He shook his head, then stretched luxuriously, emphasising the bulge in his crotch. ‘No, I am a hedonist. I find pleasure in many things. Men and women. As does Rob.’
‘What about you?’ Rob asked, extending his arm along the back of the settee. ‘Do you limit yourself to one man … or to one gender? I can tell that you’re a sensuous person.’
I felt myself flushing. ‘Am I? I mean, can you tell?’
‘Yes. You dress … like a woman who knows what her body is for. And your eyes … they look.’ He put his hands on his hips, fingers splayed towards his crotch, focussing my gaze on his growing bulge.
‘Tell me, Betty.’ This was Dirk. ‘Have you ever made love with two men together?’
I swallowed. ‘No … never.’
‘But you do not rule it out of your life, yes?’
‘I … that is …’ I took a hurried swig of wine. I was conscious that his words had caused a sudden flow of moisture in my pussy. My nipples were tingling and I knew that any moment they would start to harden and project. My skimpy bra and thin blouse would not disguise the fact.
‘It is a fine feeling to know that you are pleasuring two men at the same time, you know.’
‘But … you mean … you both fancy me?’
‘Of course. You are a sexual being. We are aroused by you. And I think you are aroused by us, yes?’ Dirk indicated my breasts, where firm bumps showed that my nipples were now unarguably erect. I’m afraid I have large nipples and they stick out further than is convenient at times.
Rob too had his hands on his hips, stretching the thin fabric even more blatantly over his erection. Close to, it looked bigger than when seen at a distance in the garden. I moistened my lips. Here I was being handed on a plate something I had always fantasised about – no frills sex with two studs. Unconsciously I pressed my hands against the outsides of my thighs, as if to try and stop my legs springing open wide.
Both men stood up and began to remove their T-shirts, revealing smooth muscular chests. They peeled off trousers and pants in one go, to stand naked and proud before me. Their cocks, one black and one white, saluted me firmly. Both men had completely shaven pubes! I felt a hotness seep from my pussy into my panties. Surely this had gone too far to back out now.
The men took my hands and helped me to stand. The nearness of their naked bodies took my breath away. I could almost feel their sexuality radiating, scorching me. Slowly Rob began to unbutton my blouse while Dirk undid the zip of my skirt. As in a dream, I found myself standing there in only my skimpy red bra and panties. Warm dry hands caressed my arms and legs, moving to my back and stomach and neck. Without realising how, I saw that my bra and panties were now crumpled on the floor.
Rob put his arms around me from the back and drew me against his warm bare skin. I felt his cock between my buttocks, a hot hard cylinder reaching up against the bumps on my spine. His big hands held my breasts and presented them to Dirk, who bent to take a big fat solid nipple into his mouth. A shiver went through me as his lips closed over it. He sucked my nipples alternately, running his tonguetip around my puckered aureoles, flicking the sensitive tips, chewing them gently with his lips. Then, while Rob ground his cock against the base of my spine, Dirk trailed his tongue down my cleavage and over my stomach, pausing to worm his way into my navel, leaving a thin line of saliva along my hot skin.
Rob’s hands left my breasts and his fingers parted my pubic hair, seeking out my slit. Any embarrassment I felt at the wetness there was quickly overtaken as his fingertips parted my lips and sought out my clitoris. Dirk knelt before me and began to lick my pussy as his friend held my labia apart. Sensations of unbearable pleasure washed through me as he caressed my button with his tongue. I sagged back into Rob’s arms and gave myself up to the ecstasy.
If it had not been for Rob holding me firmly, I would have fallen when the climax surged through me. My legs went weak and I heard my voice giving vent to animal cries. I could feel saliva, or something else, trickling down my thighs as my loins jerked under the ministrations of his expert tongue.
Even before my orgasm had died away, Rob gripped my thighs and hoisted me aloft, my legs spread. Dirk stood between my knees, and Rob carefully lowered me down onto the big solid cock. My pussy was already open and eager and I accepted the huge hot cylinder without much effort, although I wondered where its end was going to finish up as I was let down onto its full length, until my pubic bone rested against its base. Rarely have I felt so full and so helpless. Dirk wrapped his arms around me and took my weight, and I locked my ankles together behind his back.
I felt something tickling my anus (taut and exposed due to my position) and realise with a shock that Rob was kneeling behind me licking my arsehole! And doing it with relish, it seemed. I could feel his tongue worming its way into my entrance, opening me up. Oh god, was he getting me ready for anal sex – something I had not tried for decades, after a botched attempt by an inexperienced boyfriend? I felt his fingers smearing my copious juices all around my orifice, sometimes slipping into me easily. Maybe this would be OK; after all Rob was presumably well-practiced in the art. But he was so big … Was this what was known as a sandwich?
Carefully Dirk knelt down, his cock still firmly buried in me, and lay back on the floor. In this position he could hold my hips and rock me back and forth, up and down, on his shaft. It slid in and out like a well-oiled piston. A hand touched my chin and I realised that I had my eyes closed, the better to enjoy the sensations. I opened them and saw Rob’s big black cock bobbing an inch away from my mouth. He was kneeling over his partner’s head. Automatically I opened wide and sucked the fat glans into my mouth. He held my head gently and rocked his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth slowly, while the long-disused skills came back to me and I kept my teeth out of the way and did all the other right things.
God, here was me, a middle-aged housewife, being pleasured by two young studs! The very thought brought another climax several steps closer. Dirk was pounding me faster and deeper now, and I felt I ought to make an effort to help, but it was much easier just to go limp and let the men use my body as they wished. I wasn’t complaining!
They must have decided they wanted a change, for Rob pulled out of my mouth and lifted me off his friend’s cock. He turned me round and pushed my head down so that Dirk’s long organ, glistening with my juices, slid into my mouth. I could taste myself all down its smooth, veined length. Then I felt fingers opening up my pussy lips and Rob’s cock, slick with my saliva, pushed easily into my depths. I realised that Dirk, lying on the floor, would have a perfect view of my pussy being invaded. I wished I could have watched too …
Rob held my hipbones and got into his stroke, sliding right the way into me until his balls slapped against my clit each time. When he thrust forward, my body rocked and Dirk’s cock was driven against the back of my throat. I fought the gag reflex and amazed myself by taking almost its full length down my neck – at my age, I thought!
Both men were grunting loudly as they pumped in and out of me. Their cocks seemed to get harder and fatter. I felt a finger invade my taut anus again – preparing me for later, maybe. The thought almost made me cum. Then Dirk (probably) reached up and started to stroke my clit – softly, then harder – and I did cum, hugely, achingly, with a cock in my throat and pussy and a finger in my arse.
The guys must have felt my start to convulse, for they both swore and erupted in me. I felt Rob’s semen hitting the walls of my puss, while Dirk filled my mouth with a spurt of warm salty liquid. I couldn’t swallow – I was too busy coming – and it spilled out and flooded his balls, to be replaced by another and another until I wondered how much he had stored up in there. I had forgotten how copious he had been when I had watched him from my window …
After our triple climaxes had died away, I felt Rob’s cock soften and slide out. I tried to sit up but Dirk held me against him and said, ‘No, stay there. I will clean you.’ He made my tilt my hips so that he could lick my leaking pussy. His tongue cleaned my labia and entrance, and I heard him swallowing his friend’s semen. Meanwhile Rob lay between Dirk’s legs and licked all the spilled cum off his balls and my chin, grinning up at me. When everywhere was clean, but wet, he sat up, lifted my shoulders and raised me into a sitting position so that my open pussy was resting on Dirk’s face. He began to kiss me, deeply, slowly, passionately, scooping the remains of the semen from my mouth, while I felt Dirk’s tongue invading my pussy and playing with my clitoris.
He was an expert licker, that was for sure. Another big orgasm grew gradually inside me while the black man continued to kiss and lick my mouth and face. Finally it crested and he held me tightly in his arms while I shook and trembled and convulsed, gasping against his neck, smelling his male scent.
They laid me on the rug, caressing my body with warm, gentle hands. Each time they stroked my achingly hard nipples, a mini-orgasm rippled through me. I had no volition left; I was content just to be the sexual plaything of these two men. My eyes were closed, but Dirk’s question made them fly open. The two cocks were rampant again.
‘You enjoy anal sex too, Betty, yes?’
‘No … that is, well, I only tried it once, but it hurt.’
‘If it is done by an inexperienced man, it will hurt,’ he said. ‘But when it is done well, it is magical. Rob and I are very experienced.’ His hand caressed my nipples again. ‘Do you want to try?’
If he would just keep doing that to my nipples, I’ll try anything, I thought hazily. I nodded.
‘I’m glad, Betty. A woman like you should experience every variety of sex. And I promise we will be very gentle. If it starts to hurt, just say so and we will stop.’
‘We’, I thought. Does that mean they were both going to do it? Oh my, from an almost celibate housewife to a double anal sex-toy in one evening.
Dirk told me to lie on top of him with my knees bent and my arse in the air. ‘This way, I can stroke your delightful pussy while Rob penetrates your rear entrance.’ He slid his hand under me and cupped my mons gently. I felt Rob’s fingers smoothing some slick gel around and into my anus. I had already had fingers in it earlier, so when he pushed a finger slowly into me I was relaxed. It felt good, and any embarrassment or taboo I had was massaged away by Dirk’s fingers on my clitoris.
Rob added another finger, and then a third. The gel ensured that apart from a stretching feeling, there was no discomfort.
‘Is that OK, Betty?’ the black man said. ‘Tell me if it hurts at all.’
‘No … it feels … nice.’ Despite my sexual high, it still took a bit of courage to admit that this middle-aged woman liked the feeling of her arse being fingered.
‘Good. Now I’ll put my cock in you. Just relax and try not to push it out. I’ll go very slowly. I’m using lots of lube.’
He withdrew his fingers, very slowly, and then I felt something big and fat pressing against my sphincter. I relaxed the muscles and pushed backwards and felt my hole dilate, to be filled by a thick solid not-quite-rigid mass. I gave an ‘oh’ of surprise – mainly surprise at how easily it had gone in, and also at how pleasurable it felt.
‘That’s it, Betty. The head is in. You’re doing well.’ Rob said. ‘You have a beautiful asshole – it is caressing my cock like a silken glove. Now I’m going to slide further in. Let me know if there is any discomfort.’
My tightly stretched sphincter could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it slid slowly into me. Apart from a weird feeling of fullness deep in my bowels, there was no pain. Dirk’s hand continued to apply gentle stimulation to my pussy, and I found myself moaning with pleasure.
‘Wow, Betty, you are delicious!’ Rob’s voiced was hoarse with emotion. ‘I’m all the way in now. You’re sure there’s no pain at all?’
To my own surprise too, the large erection buried up to the hilt in my almost-virgin anus caused no pain and quite a lot of pleasure. Maybe I had been missing out all these years.
‘I’m going to fuck your beautiful asshole now, Betty. I’ll be very gentle, OK?’ I could only moan in response. His big hands gripped my hips and I felt the shaft of his cock sliding out and then in again, only an inch or so. My muscles quivered and I squeezed him involuntarily. I expected it to hurt but it just felt very intense. His motion increased so that most of his cock was pulling out and then sliding back in on each stroke, which I experimented with squeezing him on purpose. Waves of pleasure cascading outwards from the anus – and also from my clitoris which Dirk was now rubbing more firmly.
‘Oh Betty, that’s wonderful!’ the black man gasped. ‘I can’t hold back for much longer. You’re going to make me cum!’
‘Do you want to cum too?’ Dirk asked me, and I could only grunt a yes. His fingers danced over my clitoris while Rob gripped my hips harder and thrust in and out of me faster and faster. Cleverly, Dirk managed to bring me off just as Rob’s cock went absolutely rigid and he gave vent to a series of agonised groans. My sphincter clenched around his cock as the orgasm swept through me. It was total sensory overload.
Dimly, through my post-climactic mist, I felt the cock in me start to soften.
‘My word, I hope that felt as good to you as it did to me,’ murmured Rob. ‘I’m going to slip out of you now – just keep relaxed.’ He eased his cock out and my anus closed up with a little tremor. I just lay on Dirk’s warm naked body and waited for whatever they wanted to do with me next.
‘I felt like I came loads that time,’ Rob said. ‘Just shows what a sexy woman you are, Betty. Do you want to push it all out now? I’ve got a towel ready.’
Under normal circumstances the thought of expelling a load of semen from my arse under the eyes of a man would have sent me into hysterical embarrassment. But now, in my sexual haze, partly caused by Dirk’s hand still keeping me on the boil, I didn’t care. In fact I wanted to do the dirtiest things I could think of.
I relaxed my anus and felt a rush of liquid squirt out. ‘That’s great, Betty!’ I felt Rob wiping me with a towel. ‘Wow, you really milked me.’ I wondered if he was being ultra-complimentary because it was my first time, but then decided I didn’t really care: it was so long since anyone had commented on my sexual performance.
‘Better than your last try at anal sex, eh, Betty?’ Dirk said. ‘Did it hurt at all?’
I nestled my head into his shoulder. ‘No, not at all. In fact I loved it.’
‘Good, because I want to find out what Rob was raving about. Do you think you can manage to do it with me too?’
‘Maybe in a bit. I feel I need a rest first.’
‘That’s OK, Betty. Rest as long as you want. My erection will not go away.’
I dozed on top of him, the cool air on my anus and pussy, while Rob stroked my back and buttocks sensuously. I decided that having two men was definitely better than one.
‘Do you do this sort of thing often?’ I asked.
‘What sort of thing?’ Rob said. ‘You mean sex?’
‘Well, yes, I suppose so.’
‘Yes, very often,’ Dirk said, shifting under me. ‘Although Rob and I together with a sexy housewife – no, not very often!’
‘But I’m not the first?’
‘No, you are not the first. Maybe the best!’ I could take any amount of the compliments, however false.
‘Who was the girl who answered the door this afternoon?’
‘That was Elke. She works nearby. And before you ask, yes, we were having sex together. A type of sex, anyway. Are you shocked?’
I analysed my thoughts. I ought to be shocked – but in my current state of sexual euphoria … ‘No, I’m not shocked.’
‘Good. She also believes in having sex with whoever she likes. Perhaps you would like to have sex with her? She said that she found you attractive.’
‘I’ve never …’ I said, and then remembered a couple of events from my schooldays which I had tried hard to push into the back of my brain.
‘Never been with another woman? You don’t know what you’re missing, Betty – or so they tell me! But maybe Elke is not the right person to start with – she can be quite rough.’
Dirk’s cock was pressing into my stomach, and I could tell that pre-cum was leaking from its tip. To distract them from their plans for my sexual education, I squirmed against it.
‘Ready for round two?’ Dirk asked, with a glint in his eye.
‘I’m ready if you are. My word, I never thought I’d be in this situation!’
Rob lifted me off and I stood shakily, nude, trembling a little with the thought of what was to come. The black man sat on the big sofa and helped me to lie back against him, my back against his chest. He pulled my thighs up and apart, until my knees were almost in my armpits. My crotch was wide open to the world, my pussy lips gaping and my anus taut. Dirk knelt between Rob’s legs and smoothed more gel into my anus, and slathered it onto his cock. Rob reached down and covered my mons and clit with a hand, and held my left breast with the other.
Dirk fingered my anus carefully, getting me thoroughly loosened and lubricated. I craned me head but couldn’t see the tip of his cock pressing against and then parting my sphincter and sliding smoothly inside me. Again there that magical feeling of stretching and opening, and being invaded by a huge hard object. Dirk put his hands on the backs of my thighs and pushed them even wider apart, then thrust deeply. I felt his balls slap against my buttocks.
Rob stroked my clitoris eagerly, stoking another orgasm. I could feel its first quiverings in my pussy and arse muscles. I couldn’t hold back as the wave crested and broke and washed over me. Dirk kept pumping while my anus squeezed him rhythmically. I heard myself moaning in ecstasy.
Dirk had more staying power than his friend, because Rob brought me to several more climaxes while the cock continued to pump in and out of me.
‘Jesus, Betty, you are hot sexy woman!’ Dirk gasped.
‘Do you do this with Elke?’ I managed to husk, wanting the filthy details.
‘No, she is too tight.’ A wave of satisfaction rippled through me at that news. ‘But you, you are tight and deep, Betty, a real woman. Oh my god!’
He thrust fully home, skewering my innards, and held there while his face contorted and his cock pulsed. Another orgasm coursed through me, achingly. His spurts seemed to last a long time.
‘Oh god, Betty, you drained me that time,’ Dirk said when he got his breath back. ‘Wait, I fetch a mirror, so you can see.’ He pulled his still-fat cock out gently and I clenched my anus. He came back with a hand-mirror and held it so that I, and Rob, could see my hole, red and glistening with lube. I was too post-coital to be embarrassed.
I could feel the flood of semen inside me, trying to leak out. I relaxed my muscles and a big squirt of thick white fluid burst from my rear entrance and splattered loudly on the floor. I giggled at the sensation and the two men laughed in delight. Another squirt followed the first, and then a trickle which ran down onto my buttocks.
‘You see? You emptied my balls. That is a wonderful sight, Betty, don’t you think?’
Before I could answer a telephone rang somewhere. It took me a while to realise that it was my own mobile. Dirk delved in my handbag and held the phone out to me, while Rob continued to cradle me in his arms, teasing my nipples gently and running his fingers through my sodden pubic hair. I answered the phone. It was my husband.
‘Hi, Betty, I just got back. Wondered where you were.’ Oh god, I thought he was away another night. But he sometimes had his travel plans changed at short notice.
‘Oh hi,’ I said, trying to sound normal, which was difficult as Dirk was now kneeling before me and cleaning up my cum-soaked anus with his tongue. ‘Had a good trip?’
‘So-so. Where are you?’
‘Oh, just round next door. I thought I’d say hello to the neighbours.’ Dirk had scooped up the remnants of his orgasm from my rear entrance and was now kissing his partner, letting the sperm dribble into his mouth.
‘Great. Shall I come over too? I’d like to meet them.’
Oh shit, no! ‘Umm, I was just leaving actually. They’re going to bed soon, got an early start.’ Dirk was grinning at me, obviously guessing what was going on.
‘Oh, OK. Why don’t you invite them over sometime?’
‘Yes, I will. I’ll be back soon. Bye.’ I ended the call as Rob was now rubbing the flat of his hand over my swollen and very wet labia and it was getting hard to keep my voice level.
‘I’ve got to go, I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘My husband is back.’
‘That is a shame. Unless he is fond of sharing his wife. We have found that some men are.’
‘No, I don’t think so,’ I said, struggling upright. ‘Where’s my clothes?’
The men, whose erections had now returned, helped me dress. The touch of the panties against my very tender crotch made me squirm. I could feel wetness slicking the inside of my thighs. Could I manage to grab a shower without making my husband suspicious? Would he notice my still ultra-hard nipples?
I gave each of them a passionate goodbye kiss, tasting sperm on their lips. I had no doubt that they would continue their lovemaking after I had gone.
‘Thanks, lads, you’ve made me feel ten years younger.’
‘It was our pleasure,’ Dirk said with a gallant bow. ‘Any time you want sex, Betty, we are at your disposal. Anything can be arranged – we have many friends. Just say what you want.’
Yes, I thought as I walked the few yards to my own house, where my nice but rather staid and boring husband waited, I might just do that.