18 Hours of Debauchery – part 4 (finale)

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18 Hours of Debauchery – part 4 (finale)If you missed it — part 1: https://xhamster.com/stories/18-hours-of-debauchery-part-1-9999603- part 2: https://xhamster.com/stories/18-hours-of-debauchery-part-2-10000563- part 3: https://xhamster.com/stories/18-hours-of-debauchery-part-3-10001577DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Perhaps…Chapter 3: A night of lust’I’ll go and freshen up a bit’ I announced, kicking off my heels and padding toward the bathroom in my stockings, scooping up my bag on the way.’Don’t wash his cum off,’ Chris suggested, ‘I’d like to be reminded of your qualifications – the new, sluttier Jen!’ I laughed.To be honest, I’d drunk far too much wine and I was bursting. Having relieved myself and reapplied more ‘fuck me’ scarlet lipstick I stepped back into what was now a darker, softly lit room. The side-lights were on; the curtains (and modesty net curtains) cast aside to reveal the late dusk sky and the balconies and windows of the apartments across the street; my favourite light jazz was playing softly through the TV. The duvet was moved and neatly folded in a corner of the room.Chris stood and offered a refilled Champagne glass. Something glinting over his shoulder caught my eye: The lens of a small video camera placed on the table next to the Champagne. I glanced around. There was another on the bedside table, and another on the dresser under the TV. Chris’ laptop was there too – open with something on the screen. Chris watched me looking around and smiled. ‘This is an historic moment. You can’t blame me for wanting to capture it. Shame that wasn’t set up when the boy was here.”Hmmmm. My bullshit detector is squawking pretty loud Chris… What’s going on?”Well,’ he began, sitting on the couch and sipping from his glass nonchalantly. ‘Ben and I have been best mates for many years. We’ve always been straight with each other – always open and honest. And this,’ he waved his hand around to each camera, ‘is me making sure that Ben and I stay straight. I’ve offered for him to join us on video stream tonight if he’d like to – he can listen and watch, he can jack off if he wants to, but he can’t talk back to us and interrupt. Although there’s one exception. If at any point he’s not happy with something he’s going to call my phone and we’ll honour whatever his wish is at that point. I don’t think it’ll come to that – our trust and respect goes a long way back – but that’s my promise to him to make sure that we feel comfortable and safe to relax and have fun tonight.”That’s thoughtful of you, Chris. Thank you.”There is one little complication…”Go on…”The video link is an open channel.”Meaning..?”I set up a live stream and sent the link to Ben. But the stream is open to anyone else who’s logged in to the service tonight. We’re likely to have an audience.”An audience? How many?”Tens, hundreds, thousands, I’ve no idea. It’s a global service. But after the way you’ve performed in front of your captive audiences when we dined earlier, with the pub crowd and here in the hotel I think you like being watched, don’t you? You’re quite the exhibitionist!”So that’s why you opened the curtains too, I suppose?”Yep. Absolutely right!’ Chris’ phone pinged. He looked at it. ‘Ben’s logged in and is watching. I think you should talk to him…’ Chris gestured to the camera on the dresser under the TV at the foot of the bed and I sat on the edge, thinking. Looking into the camera I began, ‘Ben – I love you so much. And I know you love me deeply too because you’re letting me play with Chris tonight. Thank you. You’re such a wonderfully considerate, loving, gorgeously sexy husband! You know that my heart is yours, but tonight I’m giving my body to Chris.’I continued, ‘You won’t believe what mischief we’ve been up to – or perhaps you will!’ I laughed. ‘I arrived at the hotel pretty much as you see me now. I’ll tell you details later but Chris finger-fucked me at the restaurant. I took off my dress and underwear there just to try and even-out the shock and awe a little (and by the way I met a gorgeous girl there that I’m hoping to play with soon); I walked here from the restaurant in just my jacket and stockings – and Chris has some great pictures of me naked with a group of lads at one of the pubs on the seafront getting hands-on!’ I paused and laughed again. ‘And there was a dear, sweet boy from the bar here that I teased and tried to blow, but he came too quickly, bless him!’ It was Chris’ turn to laugh loudly now. ‘Damn! I’m so horny, honey! Look at me!’ I stepped up to the camera and spread my pussy lips to show how soaking wet I was.A pang of guilt. I felt it drag though my insides and flip my stomach then. I felt shame, too. Here I was talking with my loving husband, partner and lover of more than 20 years – the light of my life, my rock, my soulmate. Telling him how horny and wet I was at the prospect of spending the night fucking another man! What kind of wife did that make me? What was I thinking!? And yet… Ben knows me. He knows my needs. He knows that Chis is a trustworthy companion, a safe outlet for my wandering lust. And it was lust. I so wanted to fuck – right here, right now. Although Ben was miles away…I glanced over at Chris then looked back to the camera. ‘Ben, I’m going to make love with Chris now. I’m giving myself to him openly and freely. He’s going to fuck my married cunt bareback and fill me with his seed. Please don’t think badly of me.’I paused and looked at my wedding ring. My promise. With a heavy heart I pulled it from my finger and rested it gently on the table under the camera. I looked back into he lens, a confused, swirling mix of love, sadness, doubt and excitement. ‘I love you, Ben!’ I blew him a kiss.’Jen darling – you’re attracting quite a lot of attention. We have seventy four, no, seventy five in the audience and climbing.’ Chris placed his glass down on the table and walked slowly toward me. ‘The night is young, as they say. Lay back and relax.’Chris stood at the foot of the bed between my dangling legs. I love the feel and smell of freshly laundered cotton sheets and sighed deeply, sinking into them. Chris leaned over me, pausing as we looked into each other’s eyes. He has dreamily sexy eyes – dark and brown, so deep, so caring. He lowered further and we kissed, a tangle of sensual lips and tongues that left me tingling and breathless. Then Chris begin to tease me with touch and tongue, caressing my velvety skin and covering me with delicate kisses down my neck, across my breasts with such an electrically charged sensation as he teased around my nipples without touching, then on and downward to my tummy. He paused then, unclipping my stockings and, as I rolled onto my side to help, he unhooked and removed the suspender belt. He continued then, slowly rolling each stocking off with a s**ttering of the most delicate, tingling kisses over each leg from my thigh to my toes. He’d built up the most exquisitely erotic anticipation, my whole body tingling and hyper-sensitive to each touch I was trembling. Finally he returned to caress each breast and aureola with those divine lips and fingertips, flicking each nipple with his tongue and driving me wild with lust, before his slow tactful move back down my tummy where he parted my thighs and bent his head low… There, he applied a masterful tongue exploring the folds of each labia, circling around his target before plunging it deep inside and rubbing his nose hard against my clit. It felt like a lightening bolt surging through me, radiating from that love button! My reaction was an explosive bucking and screaming as I orgasmed heavily, grinding my pussy against Chris’ face. He coughed and gasped as I flooded his mouth and we moaned together as he lapped it up with frenzied tonguing. His tongue explored further and, ‘What’s this?’ He discovered my surprise. I’d been wearing a hand-made brass butt plug all evening.’It’s çankırı escort bayan a firm reminder of my no-go area. And it’s also something we will feel and enjoy as you plunder my other hole later!’ I managed a brief, breathless giggle before Chris reapplied his tongue again and drove me headlong, recklessly back to another body-wrenching orgasm.When I caught my breath again I raised myself up and grabbed at Chris’ shirt in a frenzy almost tearing it off him “Fuck me!” I demanded.”What?’ he asked as he stood slowly with a wry smile of conquest.I was wrestling with his belt and jeans now, wildly rummaging to unfasten and remove them. ‘I SAID FUCK ME! NOW!” With a classic Judo move I hooked my leg behind his, grabbed his open shirt and spun him around to land on the bed next to me. Fired by obscene lust I dragged him up the bed, yanked his jeans and boxers down and grabbed his hot uncut cock firmly. It was hard and proud, not as long as Ben’s but a little thicker and with a quirky curve upward. No matter what size or shape – I craved cock.Pausing briefly to look into his eyes with my own fiery gaze I leaned forward and delicately licked his glans – just as I had with the boy earlier – and was delighted by his gasp and shudder. A little pre-cum appeared. I teasingly circled the head of his cock with my tongue before plunging my mouth down, lashing it with a swirling tongue and sucking hard on the up-stroke. Then I threw myself over him to straddle his lap and lowered myself onto his kinky curved shaft. It took all my self control to move it slowly inside, inch by teasing inch, adjusting my internal vaginal muscles to accommodate him ‘just enough’. ‘Holy shit you’re so fucking TIGHT!’ he gasped. Finally, fully impaled I paused briefly to let him savour the moment, a brief distraction – rippling my vaginal muscles along his length, the pause before the storm. Then I began to ride him, rapidly building speed, pistoning onto him and clenching internal muscles to milk his hard dick with every pull up. I leaned forward onto him to rub my engorged nipples through his chest hair and grind my clit on him hard as I rode. We were both moaning, wailing, Chris was close – so close.In a moment of distraction Chris pulled me into his chest, grabbed my waist with his legs and flipped me over onto my back and, without breaking stride, began to plough me in missionary fast, hard, deep and bare, then erratically as he grunted loudly and exploded deep in my married cunt. I could feel his cock spasm and flex inside as he unloaded his balls. It sent me over the edge too and I screamed and shook as another orgasm ripped through me.Chris flopped onto me, exhausted, our bodies hot and slick with sweat, cum and cunt cream leaking between us, both of us gasping and giggling. Chris looked puzzled, ‘Oh God what was that?”What?”You were so tight, milking my cock with your muscles, but there was something else…”Like what?”Something ribbed, or lumpy, I dunno. Something inside.”Ah. That’ll be that hand-made butt plug I told you about. It’s a special shape to enhance the feeling for both of us when you’re fucking my cunt.”It’s fucking awesome!”Yep. I love it. Adds a little spice to life.’ I smiled.We sat for a short while to rest and cool off, draining our refilled Champagne glasses. I looked down – Chris was still rock hard. ‘Have you been popping a pill?’ I asked, pointing.’Nope. Tonight is the night I’m breaking my fast – two weeks without touching. It’s been absolute hell, but you’re worth it. This is the reaction you get when I admire your gorgeously curvy body with stunning tits, eye-wateringly proud nipples and the hottest, wettest cunt surrounded by such sexily soft fur!”Shush you’ll make me blush,’ I mocked. ‘Well, let’s make the most of that rampant rod of yours!’ I grinned, putting the empty glass down on the bedside table and shuffling into a 69. Chris lay with his head on a pillow.Again, his magic tongue began its teasing tango, ‘Hmmm – we taste divine together!”Uh-huh!’ I replied, licking cum and cunt cream from his shaft, then swirling my tongue around from his shaved ball sack up to the tip and down again paying special attention to that sensitive little spot under the glans again. He broke off from tonguing to gasp and shudder. Clearly I was having the right effect. He started licking me again, and again stopped as I repeated the tease. I’d found his weak spot! I delicately licked the precum from the tip of his cock before plunging him deep into my mouth then sucking hard and pulling back with that same swirl around his velvety foreskin that ended on his tender spot again. Chris gasped again and gave a little shudder. He gave up trying to please my pussy and just moaned as I continued plunging, sucking and swirling and at the third or fourth time he groaned loudly and erupted into my mouth with such ferocity that I couldn’t swallow fast enough. It spilled from my lips, sliding down his cock. Chris was breathless and trembling. ‘Oh my God that was so fucking hot!’I turned to face him. ‘Thank you.’ I smiled, a gooey messy smile – and moved up to kiss deeply and passionately, his warm, fresh cum and my cream dancing on our taste buds.Chris grinned that mischievous grin he has. ‘But there’s other cum to taste!’ He held my hands and pushed me back onto the bed. Holding my arms down he climbed on top of me and began licking my breasts. He teasingly circled each ultra-sensitive aureola several times before drawing the bullet-hard nipple between his lips in a gentle suck and nibble. Now it was my turn to gasp and tremble, helplessly vulnerable to that delicious tongue and the electrical crackle of neurological sensations he was firing from those nipples to my hot-wired clitoris. Amidst the distraction I was aware of his hard cock probing my cunt lips but not invading. He was using it like a third hand to slick our juices from my cunt and was rhythmically rubbing the length of his shaft between labia to tease my clit with gentle nudges. The effect was so intense – my erogenous nerve endings were overwhelmed! I was floppy like a rag doll, groaning in ecstasy, jerking and trembling in a weird sort of low-level continuously rolling orgasm. He paused briefly, allowing me to catch my breath. But before I could speak he took advantage of my vulnerable condition and plunged his cock into my cunt deep and hard. I recognised a primal look of determination in his face as he pistoned with such speed and ferocity that I couldn’t respond – I just lay ragged under his assault. Our earlier juices were squelching out around his dick and soaking the sheets as he plunged deep with each stroke; my whole body was jerking as he slammed into me. I felt the orgasm building on the foundation of that last continuous plateau he’d established earlier, accelerating headlong toward me, building an incredible tension as if watching the onset of a violent thunderstorm, waiting in anticipation for… It hit! I was aware of an uncontrollable primal scream; my body bucked and writhed as if a puppeteer was wrestling with my tangled strings, wave after wave of a deep, rolling spasm pulsed and radiated from my core to fingers and toes. Chris roared like an a****l exploding deep inside me, rammed hard against my cervix where I could feel his cock pulsing, his hot jet blasting at my uterine wall.Again he collapsed onto the bed next to me. We were panting and gasping. Soaked in sweat. Drained. As I became more aware of my surroundings again I could hear a phone ringing. It was Chris’ phone. Still breathing heavily he reached across, pulled it over and looked. ‘It’s Ben.’I rolled over toward the camera under the TV. I smiled weakly and, still panting, ‘It’s okay Ben. I’m okay. It’s just a bit intense.’ The phone went silent.A knock at the door. Chris asked ‘Who is it?”It’s the Duty Manager.’ A stern ladies voice. ‘May I have a word?’I laughed. escort çankırı ‘Oh dear, we’re in trouble.’I rolled off the bed and crawled on shaking limbs to the door. ‘Just a moment.’ At the door I hauled myself up onto trembling legs, briefly checked my dishevelled, sweaty, cum-soaked, naked and aroused appearance in the full length mirror by the door then unlocked and opened it wide.The twenty-something Duty Manager stood there in a 2-piece skirt suit and blouse with a big, burly security guard behind her. She was silent, eyes wide and mouth agape. He was stifling a hearty laugh. I looked at her kindly and, still panting, asked. ‘How can I help you?”Well,’ she began with a pompous authoritative tone that I instantly disliked, ‘there have been complaints about the noise that you are making! It’s three in the morning and people are trying to sleep!”Ah. But as you can see, we are not trying to sleep.’The guard visibly creased in silent laughter and turned away to avoid the manager seeing his reaction.She paused looking me up and down, staring at my tits, then my cum-soaked pussy and thighs. She finally looked me in the eye and glowered at me. ‘You must keep the noise down. You’re disturbing other guests!’I pointedly looked her up and down, then drew a finger through the cum that was leaking onto my thigh and sucked it, savouring the taste.’Okay.’ I replied, casually. Then, looking back over my shoulder called ‘Chris – you have to keep the noise down, okay?’Right on cue, Chris rose from the bed and strolled toward the door tugging on his erection absent-mindedly. ‘Sorry, what did you say?’The duty manager gasped and looked away. The security guard gave up and guffawed loudly.I thought I’d better bring this charade to a close. ‘Ms Duty Manager wants us to moan and shout less when you fuck me – so no more orgasms, okay?”Oh. Okay.’ Chris smiled.’Thanks for letting us know. Goodnight.’ I shut the door. Then we burst out laughing. ‘She has no idea that was all on video!’I wobbled back to the bed and sat on the edge as Chris refilled our glasses with the last of the Champagne, now flat. Without the bubbles it tasted a little sour to me, but I needed to re-hydrate and emptied the glass. It was that moment that the effects of the adrenaline, the alcohol and aerobic exertions hit hard and I rolled back onto the bed feeling drained, sore and aching.’Thank you’It was Chris leaning over me. Kissing me. Sunlight was streaming through the window. Squinting and shielding my eyes from the glare with a weary arm I rolled over into a passionate embrace, lips tenderly touching, tongues entangled, fingers wandering over sensitive skin, Morning Glory pressing into my thigh.I rolled him over onto his back and pinned his arms down. ‘Remember making this move on me last night?’ He smiled and nodded. ‘Well it’s my turn now!’ Without letting go of his arms (though he wasn’t resisting) I shuffled my pussy lips over his hard erection until they splayed around him. There was a twinge of soreness that I ignored. I began to gently rub up and down him then, his cock teasing my clit while I kissed his stubbly face, neck hairy chest and finally teased his aureolae and nipples as he had done with mine.Chris gasped, then ‘You realise now that it’s daylight that we can make as much noise as we like now?”Technically yes. But practically, your rough treatment last night has left me pretty sore, you bastard!’I slid him into me then, hands free, lubricated by remnants of last nights fun and that clit-teasing I’d just given myself. It was a slow, gentle, deep fuck matching the mood of the early hour; a waking fuck to slowly stretch and flex tired, stiff muscles and express the affection that we have for each other. It was difficult to grip and milk him this time, I was still gaping and aching from the last hard fuck, and last night’s cum was making things sloppy, too.I let go of his arms and sat up to ride him, arms behind my head to flex stiff shoulders. Chris placed his broad, warm, strong hands on each breast and gently massaged them, teasingly brushing the nipples with his thumbs and making me gasp. Glancing out of the window I saw a middle-aged couple on a balcony opposite – perhaps 15 yards away – eating at a small table in the sunshine and watching. I gave them a friendly wave and a smile and they waved back. The man held his lady’s hand and they kissed over their table. The lady lifted her top , exposing her bare breasts and the man moved his chair next to her to fondle them as they watched us.’Another audience?’ Chris asked.’They’re not just looking, they’re joining in.’ ‘You are a seriously bad influence Jen!’ Chris pinched my nipples in punishment. That sent me over the edge and I shook and leaked all over him. ‘Let’s really show them!’ he enthused and on my up-stroke he slid from under me and moved to stand at the foot of the bed behind me. I knelt on all fours and Chris slid in doggy style. He looked at the couple and waved too then focused on me, ploughing deep and picking up speed, rocking the bed. My tits were swaying with each thrust and I lowered myself onto elbows so that each move caused my nipples to rub teasingly on the sheet (I love that!). I looked up through the window and saw the lady on the man’s lap moving up and down almost imperceptibly as he reached around her to hold and tease her breasts, watching us.Chris had great stamina (or perhaps I’d milked him dry earlier!) – he seemed to be riding me for ages. No complaints – he felt so hot inside me and was artfully adjusting and readjusting the angle of his beautifully curved cock to exercise every little bit of my cunt, reaching so many places and triggering the release of more and more creamy cunt juice. I was in heaven, but my legs were tiring and trembling. I could feel the rumble of another orgasm approaching and, accelerated by the audience it almost took me by surprise as I convulsed and shook, screaming, legs buckling. Chris grabbed my hips, supporting me but he was losing rhythm, erratic strokes signalling his own peak as he thrust deep with a roar and held, filling me again. He couldn’t support me any longer and we collapsed onto the bed, him on top of my back with his embedded cock throbbing as it unloaded deeply. We remained locked together for some minutes, breathless and exhausted again. Giggling. ‘There’s one… last thing… I need to do… for my… sexy,.. slutty… lady of the night.’ he panted, rolling off me to the side then sliding onto the floor behind my dangling legs. He reached up and rolled me over onto my back. He picked up one of my discarded stockings from the couch where he’d thrown them last night. ‘This,’ he announced, ‘is for you!’ and he spread my thighs and used his fingers to push the stocking deep into my cunt until I was stuffed with only a tiny toe-part showing between my lips. I moaned with delight at the unexpected sensations of feeling full again. ‘I want you to keep some of me in there so that you can show Ben what a slutty little whore you’ve been with me!’ he grinned. ‘And this,’ he continued as he picked up the other stocking, ‘is for me. A memento!’ And as I watched he rolled the stocking over his cock and started to slowly wank into it, soaking it with the slick, heady mixture of my cunt cream and his cum that coated his relaxing dick.I looked up through the window to the balcony but our friendly couple had gone. Maybe the man couldn’t last as long as Chris, or maybe they went inside for more freedom and comfort to continue their lovemaking…Chris shuffled to the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I was so drained I just lay on the bed, soaking up the warm morning sunshine and thinking through the events of the past few hours. I saw my bag next to the bed and stretched to retrieve my phone. Only then did I realise that it was midday! There was a text from Ben asking where I was – a few hours ago! I quickly çankırı escort texted back that I was okay and had just woken up (a little inaccurate, but I’d explain the details later)! At that point a clean-shaven and refreshed Chris stepped back into the room and stood at the foot of the bed, another hard-on swaying proudly. We just laughed. ‘No,’ I began, ‘I’m sorry, you’ve worn me out. No more!’ His response was an exaggerated pout of disappointment. ‘Here,’ I continued, ‘maybe this will do for now.’ I picked up my sex-soaked stocking from the bed where he’d dropped it earlier and rolled it back over his hard, tall dick. He laughed and crawled onto the bed next to me. I reached across and began slowly jacking his cock in it’s silky nylon and cum-slicked wrapping. He groaned and laid back on the bed, eyes closed, savouring the sensations. Without breaking rhythm I leaned over and locked my lips to his, our tongues dancing and swirling, muffling is increasing moans. Then I broke the kiss and moved down to mercilessly tease his aureola with my circling tongue, flicking each nipple from time to time. That was too much for him and he splashed into the stocking, grunting loudly.’Oh God!’ he exclaimed, ‘You make my cock and balls ache so much!”I don’t think so,’ I retorted, ‘it’s your insatiable lust that drove you to wear those out! Now you have some idea how I feel inside!’Another ping – this time Chris’ phone. He fumbled for it and glanced at the message. ‘Shit!’ ‘What’s wrong?”Your taxi’s here. I forgot I booked it yesterday.”He’ll have to wait while I dress..”No. Show Ben what a lascivious slut you’ve been! You won’t need anything – the taxi is prepaid to get you home.’The penny dropped. I felt the tingle of anticipation – the final ‘dare’. I stood on wobbly legs, checking the stocking was still securely stuffed in my cunt. I slipped my heels back on then leaned back over where Chris lay to share a final passionate kiss. Then, slipping the stocking off his cock, I couldn’t resist adding an irresistibly teasing lick as it softened. I strolled to the door, put on and buttoned the thigh-length jacket with the plunging lapels, blew Chris one final kiss and stepped confidently out.The taxi driver stared with a broad smile, watching me descend the steps at the front of the hotel, my bra-less tits swaying and jiggling under the jacket. He held open the back seat passenger door and as I ducked to slide in he had a fabulous view as the jacket flopped open. We set off and I wound the windows down for relief from the hot and humid afternoon weather. I had that all-over-skin-tingling sensation I get when I’m feeling particularly horny and daring, still buzzing from the night of passion.’You know where we’re going?’ I asked. He confirmed our farm address. ‘Good. Keep your eyes on the road and get us there quickly and there might be a nice tip for you.’We paused at the road junction near Brighton Pier, middle lane with busy traffic all around and people crossing to and from the Pier and beach. I was roasting hot. And I didn’t give a fuck. I took off the jacket and just sat there in my heels. Several heads turned from adjacent cars and people walking by. I was so fucking horny! I kicked off my shoes, shuffled into the middle seat and raised my legs with feet resting either side of the seats in front, spreading my cunt with one hand and jilling my clit with the other. The driver laughed and adjusted his rear view mirror. ‘Hey! Eyes on the road, remember?’ Of course he didn’t move the mirror back, but he only glanced occasionally as we crawled northbound along a busy London Road through the crowded shopping district in queing traffic (so many people staring and pointing at me!) and then onto the A27 speeding eastwards toward Lewes. That route was neither the fastest nor most direct way home so I’m pretty certain the driver was eking out his time with me in his back seat.Soon we were lumbering through the pot holes of our long driveway from the road into the farm (we need to get those fixed!) and I slipped my heels back on as we turned into the farmyard. Ben strode out – naked as always and Baxter bounded out after him, clearly excited to see me. As I opened the taxi door he was jumping up at me licking my face. I extended one leg to step out of the taxi and that spread me wide – a big mistake! Baxter seized this opportunity to ravenously lick my soaking cunt then my face again as I fussed over him, trying to distract him from my nectar. The driver just grinned from his seat. Ben leaned in through his window and shook his hand, ‘Thank you for bringing my wife home.’ I grabbed my jacket from the back seat, closed the door and walked around to the driver’s door. ‘May I offer you a tip?”No thank you, Madam. You’ve brightened my day already.’ And with that, he waved and drove off back to Brighton.’What’s this?’ Ben asked, noticing the little bit of dark material poking through my pussy lips and grinning.’Let’s go inside and I’ll show you.’We walked into the farmhouse – leaving shoes in the porch as always – and into the kitchen. I sat on one of the wooden dining chairs, splayed my legs and called Baxter over. He immediately set about rapidly licking my pussy, soaked from jilling and exposing in the cab. I got hold of the end of the stocking and wiggled it, ‘Here! Pull!’ Baxter delicately took the tiny scrap in his teeth and started to pull and pull, shuffling backward across the kitchen floor with a playful growl as if it were some easy tug-of-war game he was winning. There was a sloppy noise as it slid out and finally plopped onto the floor where Baxter started to shake it and lick it, clearly excited by the taste and smell. Chris’ cum and my juices slowly began to dribble and ooze out of my gaping cunt.’You horny, sexy fucking slut!’ Ben declared, his fast erection revealing his pleasure and arousal. He knelt between my legs and began licking and sucking. Not one to miss out, Baxter bounded over and pushed his head in under Ben’s arms and joined him lapping and licking. I was so sore it was almost too much to bear – but at the same time it was such a slutty, dirty thing to do I just couldn’t bring myself to stop them as their tongues drove me into another long, rolling orgasm that had me trembling and convulsing so much I almost fell off the chair.When finally they stopped Ben stood and looked at me critically. ‘I’d ask if you had a good time with Chris, but looking at the cum-soaked messed up slut that came home I don’t think I need to ask. I’ll run you a bath.I soaked in that bath – and slept in it – for some time. Ben came in to help me wash, his strong, gentle hands massaging my aches as he lathered soap and sponge over my skin. He lifted me out, wrapped me in a freshly laundered warm, soft and fluffy bath sheet then carried me to our bed. As he laid me down I asked ‘The video stream. Were you watching us?”Of course.”Were you mad at the things I did?”Not at all. You acted like the slutty whore I expected you to be. I know how you lose control and turn onto an a****l when you’re that horny.’ There was a pause and Ben looked uncomfortable. ‘But I think Chris took things too far at one point. That’s why I called.”That surprised me too. I’ve never seen that wild side of him before.”My stomach was in knots. I never want you to be in that situation again!’ Ben wrapped his arms around me in a hearty, loving bear-hug. My sore, aching limbs protested.’Did you know that was an open live stream with strangers watching? I think that’s why I got so hot.”I did know. Do you know how many were watching?”No.’Ben smiled, mischievously. ‘Do you want to know?’ ‘Don’t tease!”Last time I looked it was around 124 people watching you fuck live on their screens. I think it peaked at around 160. Probably all dirty old men whacking off their todgers.”Awesome.”I recorded the live stream too. A keepsake for my wonderful whore wife that left her husband to spend the night fucking the Best Man from our wedding!’I slept.Later, while I slept, Chris met with Ben at a cafe in Brighton to thank him and to return my bag of clothes. He asked if he could stay with us at the farm next time…

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