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What Needed Doing (Part One)

25 June 2023 /

Eloise gently woke the three of us, her naked tits swinging in our faces as she nudged us awake in our bed. I would enjoy sucking on those nipples, but for now, we had to get up and get ready for a day of actual work, and it was the rarest of days here, where we wore some clothes. We were reviewing the plans for the changes and given we would be in the loft and other similar places, it was decided that each person would wear some clothes. Most opted for trousers, but I had a short skirt and thick stockings, and we all had tight tops that hid nothing of our tits or nipples, and shoes obviously. I do find that covered by clearly visible tits look to be very sexy, so was turned on all day.

The architect was another woman, a former guest here who would be returning, so she both understood the place and had a vested interest in getting the changes right. And the list of changes had grown a lot since we first started talking. At the time of our first visit, I thought it was very dated inside, and that there were a number of facilities I was surprised were absent. My biggest complaint was a lack of kink facilities, something we were intent to resolving. Kiara’s main complaint was about arrangements inside the rooms, which made some prime fucking places very difficult to get a decent audience. She also had a list of missing facilities.

But there was much more to do than just sort that. The ground floor was a mish-mash of small rooms, mostly internal and dingy, used as storerooms and the like, but taking up a lot of space. Additionally, when the place was converted, a large kitchen was built, with a dining room to take all the guests at the same time. But over time, the food service changed, and it was a more constant flow of individual meals, which meant that such a large kitchen was not needed, and the dining room even less.

What had been done was to identify what walls were load-bearing, and what were not, thus bring options as to what walls can be removed and what needed to stay. It turns out lots of these walls were 70s additions, and therefore ripe for removal.

This allowed for a complete reconfiguration of the ground floor, with the chef (also a woman, but not here) designing a new smaller kitchen, a few small spaces that remained could be used for the storage, and the rest opened up for social and fucking spaces; much larger guest areas, that we could then fill with more things useful for sex, whilst giving that better viewing potential everywhere.

But for me, the basement was the main prize. It had been virtually unused ever since the place started up, but it is such a large space, with rough, unfinished walls made of stone, perfect for a moody, atmospheric roomy bdsm dungeon. Access is currently via an outside door, but the two turrets (one at each end of the building) are being reconfigured as main staircases with lifts in the centre and dug down to provide lift and stair access to the basement.

The other main change is to the roof space. The whole length of the main roof needs replacing, and they have got agreement from the council to have a slight change in the exterior appearance. This change would allow them to put rooms in the roof space, and we have proposed a staff only space with 16 staff rooms and shared spaces. This frees up rooms on the lower floors for more rooms for paying guests to stay in, and more guests means more cash in and more fucking!

As the morning came to a close, the men (my husband and Kiara’s) went off with Eloise to view some land that had been acquired (to fill in an area where the public got a little too close to the main house and to make the site more private), whilst I sat chatting with Kiara on the patio, and chatting very quickly gave way to kissing, and kissing very quickly gave way to pawing at each other’s bodies and mutual masturbation. I was horny right from Eloise’s swinging tits, so a couple of orgasms and making Kiara cum was very welcome. Two orgasms each were enough, and we just cuddled in the sun waiting for the rest to appear.

When the three of them reappeared, the men had hard cocks, sticking out clearly ready for action. Apparently, Eloise had given them both quick blow jobs a number of times during the walk, walked between them masturbating them and pulled them around by their cocks. She had not let them cum, because she had plans. She carried on gently masturbating each of them with a cock in each hand, waiting for Eva to turn up with Claudette.

Claudette was only young, but even though she was 23 (just before Covid), she was a brilliant housekeeper who had everything running like clockwork. Today was her birthday, turning 26, and Eloise and Eva had decided on a present. One day when she was a little tipsy, she told them she wanted to be DPed with real cocks, and here were two very hard, very accomplished cocks ready to fulfil her dream.

Claudette always wore a maid’s headpiece, so even though she was otherwise naked, she looked like a maid. When her and Eva entered the room, she saw Eloise masturbating the cocks and her eyes went wide and I saw her tongue flick across her lips.

Eloise signalled to Kiara’s husband to lie on the floor, his head on a cushion and his cock straight up. Eloise uttered the words “Climb on, birthday girl” and motioned towards the cock. Claudette needed no encouragement and crouched over the cock. She spat on her fingers and rubbed it into her cunt, before adjusting her position and lowering herself onto the cock. It felt so good to have her cunt impaled by a hard cock, and he put his hands up to her tits and began roughly kneading and pulling at them. Both these things soon made her cunt slick.

He pulled her forwards by her tits, exposing her asshole as her cheeks parted. Eva began applying lube to her asshole, the initial shock of the cold lube was soon replaced by the realisation of what was about to happen. As Eva worked her fingers in and out of Claudette’s asshole, Eloise was lubing up my husband’s rock-hard cock. Eva commented on how Claudette’s ass seemed to be sucking in her fingers, so Eloise declared her ready and Eva’s fingers were replaced with my husband’s glistening glans. Her asshole quickly sucked the glans in, and Claudette was getting really vocal now, some very sexy sounding French in between the gasps as his slow deliberate progress into her asshole took her breath away. As his cock got further into her asshole, Eva started pulling on her ass cheeks to get him as deep as possible. All the way in, he began rocking backwards and forwards, the length of his strokes starting to give her that feeling switch between her asshole being full and empty.

Kiara’s husband took over from Eva holding her cheeks apart and used his new hold to increase his drive into her cunt, as my husband’s hands replaced his on Claudette’s tits and gripping tightly, he used that to increase the drive into her asshole.

As both men were doing full length strokes, all Eloise said was “Happy Birthday slut”, and settled down to enjoy the show.

French Renaissance (Part Two)

27 May 2023 /

As we initially drove up the drive of our French retreat, I was already undoing the buttons on my blouse. I wanted to get naked as soon as I could; I craved that feeling of the wind over my naked 34H tits and the breeze blowing over my cunt flaps. We pulled up outside the house with a naked Eva standing there. I got out and she came straight over to me and with a cheery smile and warm welcome, she took off my blouse and bra, dropping them into the box next to her.

Then, to my absolute pleasure, she spun me round to face her and we kissed. A proper long hard full-tongue snog. Oh, how I had longed for that. Four years ago, we weren’t allowed to touch the staff, but we counted as staff now, so the rules had changed. And that meant a naked snog with Eva with our huge tits jousting. Absolute heaven.

We broke the kiss, and she went over to my husband, who was still fully clothed. Kissing him deeply, she grabbed at his cock with her hand, masturbating him through his clothes. As she broke the kiss, she purred how she needed that beast in her ass later, and then left him mid-wank, put her arm round me and led me into the building.

She was about to get her wish. Hours later, she was on our bed, pillow under her midriff, with a freshly lubed asshole and his long hard cock with its glans nudging at her ass pucker. In a way, she was glad that she had forgotten what she said, and that he had just sprung her ass skewering on her. She could remember his size and hardness and was a touch apprehensive about taking that in her asshole, but because she forgot, she was really relaxed and was horny as fuck, given she had just masturbated the solicitor to orgasm whilst her own clit was totally neglected.

Whilst preparing her asshole, I’d been careful to not touch her clit, but I did deliberately touch and rub on her cunt lips whilst lubing her asshole up. She knew what I was up to. It was the kind of teasing she would do, and that teasing only made her beg for some sort of relief. Her cunt wanted to be filled, but that too wasn’t happening, something it was reminded about as his glans started to nudge in through her pucker. I was pulling her cheeks apart, making her pucker gape just a little, giving his glans that little bit of help. Each time he dipped in, it was like she had to gasp for breath.

And then in that way accepting assholes do, it seemed to suck his glans in, and then he gently but firmly pushed it further in a small amount at a time. She cried out loud a number of times, so much I checked if she wanted him to stop. “Never!” was the response. Good girl!

Eloise and Kiara turned up to see what all the noise was, and they weren’t the slightest bit surprised to find Eva getting some cock. Some things never changed.

Aware of his audience, my husband slightly adjusted his position to lift his ass up a little, to improve the view between his legs of his cock entering her asshole. He put his head on the pillow over her shoulder next to her head, and as he finally inserted the last bit of his rock-hard cock, he was whispering something in her ear. The pillow was muffling what she was saying, and he started first small and then larger movements of his cock, until he was pile driving the full length of his cock into her eager and accepting asshole. Occasionally, he stopped with his cock almost out for some lube to be applied, before carrying on with his deep pounding. He settled into a nice comfortable rhythm, something I knew from experience meant he was settled in for a long ass fuck. Eva’s cries and shrieks had given way to more satisfied murmurings as she too was comfortable and settled, seemingly happy for a length ass penetration.

I’m not sure just how long he kept that rhythm up, but he suddenly started accelerating, a sure signal that he was about to cum. Each insertion was a slam that moved her whole body, each withdrawal made her ass chase his cock and feel empty. She yelled a couple of slightly painful moans that meant his cock was growing again, and then with one final hard slam, he spewed cum deep into her ass, pushing in to get it every millimetre in, his ass pulsing as the muscles squeezed out his cum.

Once he was empty, they both felt his cock shrinking, and as he lifted out of her, she scrabbled round in an almost frantic manner to take his dirty cock in her mouth. With a frenzy that was like she had one last chance to get a hard cock, she worked his cock in her mouth, swishing her tongue round it and playing with his balls, and very soon it was springing back to life. Once it was fairly hard, she leant back and pulled him by the cock to her cunt.

He assumed her cunt was already slick, so he just drove straight in, making her rear up with the force of the drive. Very quickly, her face went from frenzied pleading to gritty determination, as he drove into her cunt. His cock was nowhere near as big as was in her asshole, but it was enough, and she was so close to cumming from the ass fuck, thus her frenzy. He saw the gritty determination and upped his pace. He knew that face meant she was fighting to hold off her orgasm, to make it longer and harder, and his job was to make that quest impossible. He lifted up a hand and grabbed onto one of her 32GG tits, roughly twisting and pulling at it as he drove in and out, and I think that was the last straw. She clamped her legs around his waist, screamed, contorted, and shuddered, as he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock, her shudders and moans carrying on for ages.

Once her shuddering orgasm subsided, she unlocked her legs, and he pulled out and sat up. She looked amazingly happy, serene, satisfied. She stood up and curtseyed, before returning to the bed with me between her legs cleaning her cunt and ass with my tongue, whilst Kiara sucked on my husband’s slowly softening cock and balls to clean them, before she and Eloise went off for an orgasm of their own.

My husband looked happy. He realised that Eva was the rarest of things, a woman he’d ass fucked for the first time before he had fucked her cunt for the first time. That was particularly special to him, and I think he realised he’d probably be fucking her asshole way more than her cunt in the future: he was very happy about that. He also realised how satisfied she was and what a good fuck she had had, and he knew, as we all did, that there would be a lot more to come. He lay one side of her and I the other as we drifted off to sleep. There was a lot for us to look at tomorrow, and of course there’d be more sex. There always is in this wonderful place.

French Renaissance (Part One)

17 May 2023 /

It had been four years since I last stood here. I remember with joy watching people fuck with pleasure and abandon. It is what this place was all about. The freedom to have sex with an audience, in full knowledge they would do the same shortly.

For the first time in four years, I was back in that garden where so much sex was had. But it is different now. Eerily quiet. Very few people. But I was here to change that. So were we all.

I am of course referring to our French resort I’ve blogged about before. Like everything else, it had to close for Covid (and our planned visit was cancelled over and over). But Covid was only the start of its problems. It was owned by an elderly Dutch man who was rarely seen onsite but was content that it existed. He always wanted it to exist, and so when he got the cash, he made it happen.

But sadly, he died whilst it was closed and everyone thought that was it, that it was over. But it wasn’t. He left instructions in his will for an organisation to be set up to run it, and he bequeathed the building, land and €20 million to make it happen. His family had other ideas and a legal battle ensued, only finishing last November, when it was finally ruled his will was valid and the instructions were to be carried out.

Standing right behind me naked (as I was) with tits pressing into me and her arms round my waist was Eva, the receptionist, the one woman in this place last time that I really wanted to fuck, but the rules of the place meant that guests weren’t allowed to do anything sexual with the staff. Very frustrating at the time, but understandable.

It was because of Eva that I was here now. We were snuggling as the sun started to drop. The hard work started here. The hard fucking was about to start here too.

I had been talking to Eva and Eloise, the manager of the place, all through lockdowns and the court case etc. There was little I could do to help to save the place, other than to give a little moral support and encouragement to them. But it seems Eva and Eloise appreciated what I did, so when it came to suggesting people to be on the board of the organisation, Eva suggested me (and Eloise another former guest Kiara who helped them similarly). We both said yes, only too pleased to help this place fly again.

Eva turned me around and our mouths locked, our tongues jousted, and my horniness ramped up even more. I was so ready to cum. But we just kissed, like those early snogs at a school disco, like we’d never kissed another woman before. Raw. Hot. Gentle.

And then she did it. Her hand dropped to my cunt, her fingers working me. I could have just cum there, but I didn’t want this moment to end, so I fought the feeling, fought the desire. From the look on her face, she was amused. Whilst there was a loving look in her eyes, her fingers got more vicious and her other hand rested in the small of my back, making sure I didn’t escape. I didn’t want to escape.

But what finished me off was what she whispered in my ear. In an oh-so-sexy French accent, she smouldered “Cum for me my sexy little slut. Cum hard for me.” Oh my god, the accent, the words. I was gone. Her hand was just jerking small little motion with short delays, the affect being milking my orgasm for every second. I was totally hers, totally in the control of that hand and that sexy voice. And I did cum hard. My legs gave way, but she held me as she continued to milk me. My poor clit was so hard, and almost painful. She did that. She was good.

When I finally could hold my own weight with my legs again, she let go and, remembering the protocol of this place, I curtsied and thanked her for the orgasm. She smiled, saying first of many as she preened at my hair with her fingers, making me presentable. Her fingers smelt of orgasm. My orgasm, and she did nothing to clean them. She just told me we were needed to start work tonight. Not sure I could really, but it is why we were here. To save this place.

She helped me in (as my legs still weren’t great) and we all sat round a table. Me, Eva, Eloise, Claudette (the housekeeper) and Kiara, an Australian former guest about my age, together with a female solicitor who was not much older, and, to her credit, was naked as well. I spent the whole two hours thinking about Eva making me cum and what I was going to do to her when I could. But all the boring legal stuff needed doing and we did it all that evening.

And then when it was over, Eva made the solicitor cum too. It was like watching me cum earlier from a third person perspective. Eva was very good at milking orgasms, at dragging every last ounce of orgasm out of a woman and the poor solicitor ended up looking more broken that I was. We left her to recover, with Eva looking very pleased with herself.

Eva had missed this place. And it was on its way back.

She walked me back to my room, and as I opened the door, my husband was laying on the bed, his cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. Eva licked her lips, and I told her to hop on. But my husband had other ideas. As she clambered on, he flipped her over onto her front, onto a large pillow under her belly and tossed me the lube before pulling her ass cheeks apart.

As I sprayed lube over her asshole and worked it in, I actually briefly felt a bit sorry for it. He was already so hard and so big that the act of skewering her asshole would no doubt bring a tear to her eyes. Even I’d struggle with that size for a first entry, and I take his cock literally every single day.

I was half expecting her to squirm at my working of her asshole, but she was still and accepting. She remembered him fucking my asshole in that reception area those years ago, she remembered his size, hardness and stamina and she knew a good lubing was her asshole’s best chance of surviving this. If she squirmed or struggled, she knew it would only make her experience worse.

As I lubed her asshole, he presented his cock to her mouth. She swallowed it with zeal, and he put his hands behind her head, face fucking her whilst I was preparing her ass. She felt his cock get even harder and even longer, each in stroke pushing his glans into the top of her throat, making her choak with each instroke. She felt totally and completely used, and she loved it. By the degrading face fuck, my husband now had all that control over her that she had over me.

I nodded to him that her asshole was ready, and he withdrew and knelt over her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and he nudged his glans against her pucker.  He squirted more lube round his cock and started nudging in. She started squealing, her cries sounding right on the verge between pleasure and pain. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Anal With An Audience (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part Two)

28 April 2019 /

As we got back to the patio, the staff were setting a fire in the fire pit. It would probably go sharply chilly in the evening this early in the year, so a late night fuck in the flickering glow and warmth of a natural fire would be enchanting. People were starting to arrange the furniture around the fire to take advantage of it, but we went inside to find the rest of the guests.

We only got as far as the reception, as there was a man bent over the arm of one of the large couches in reception, with another man driving his cock into the first’s eager ass. Hmm, anal would be dreamy right now, perhaps my cunt would have to wait. I left my husband watching and no doubt fantasising about having a real cock filling his asshole, and I nipped off to our locker (which everyone has downstairs as no one has any pockets!) to get our lube and applicators. I wanted to be next one over the arm.

I got back quickly and was able to watch the joy of a cock driving into an asshole and a dangling but reasonably hard cock waggling in time with the drives. My husband wasn’t the only one fantasising – I really wanted to see his semi-erect cock wobbling as a rock hard real cock drives into his asshole (I’ve seen it enough with a silicone cock, and I internally vowed to redouble my efforts to find a friendly cock to fuck him).

The guy on top clearly came, and after a lingering moment cuddling up, he climbed off and the guy on the bottom got up and bowed (the all-male equivalent of the curtsy I assume) for the crowd who were applauding the show.

I stepped forward and bent over the arm of the couch, which was still warm from the previous occupant. My husband used his foot to move my feet apart to lower my ass and to put my cunt on display for the gathered crowd. I then settled my head down onto the couch seat and got myself comfortable, whilst my husband filled the lube applicators with lube.

He knew what he was doing putting my cunt on display like that. I love being displayed, and the fact that the crowd grew, and they were mostly looking directly into my displayed cunt was such a turn on and made it slick. But my poor cunt wasn’t going to get serviced, my asshole was, and my husband gave me the filled applicators to pass back to him when I needed them. Then he started to pour the lube into my ass crack and start to work it into my asshole. This is a well-rehearsed practice, but instead of being behind me so that he can enjoy the view, he was to my left, leaving the view of my asshole and my quivering cunt for the audience.

He is always very deliberate in his lubing operation, but here, he seemed to be taking an unusually long amount of time. I think he was enjoying my cunt being so obviously displayed to the crowd too. Even the receptionist came over for a view.

When he had inserted sufficient lube in my asshole, he began teasing my asshole with his finger, first the end, then more and more, then two fingers, and then he mounted up above me, kneeling on the arm of the couch. As he lined up the end of his cock with my asshole, he nudged it in a few times, waiting for that all important point when I suck the end of his cock in. He took an applicator off me, and inserted it into my asshole and draining it, then he recommenced nudging with his cock, gently pushing his cock head at my pucker. And then it happened, my eager asshole sucked in his head. He began rocking slowly backwards and forwards, gently nudging further and further in and his cock got harder as it rubbed against the tight ring of my asshole. As is often the case, I had to get him to stop, as he was growing quicker than my ass was getting used to him, so I needed to wait for my ass to get accustomed to his size. He took the opportunity to insert more lube alongside his cock. Once I was ready, he began rocking up and down into my ass, and I realised his legs were now outside of mine and that the crowd had a very clear view of my impaled asshole and my cunt. No wonder the crowd was growing, and it wasn’t the only thing!

I don’t always cum from anal, but I was so excited about being displayed in this way that I did cum this time. My orgasm was so powerful that I shrieked the house down, but my asshole was far from done. I knew he would cum, and how he kept growing made me realise that this wasn’t too far away.

He whispered in my ear what a slut I was, and what a greedy asshole I have, and I breathlessly and huskily retorted that he’s an anal queen too, and his asshole takes bigger invasions than mine. That was the dirty talk that did it. I felt that tell-tale final swelling that stretched my asshole enough to make me moan again before I felt him pulse cum into my asshole. That was a big one for him, as sometimes he can carry on again, but not today, I left him shrink out of my very quickly, and when he popped out, I felt him get off and I stood up and curtsied. I was surprised at the size of the applauding crowd, and their faces showed they had a good time watching us.

As the crowd started drifting away, I slumped back onto the couch to recover, my asshole still feeling empty having been so full, as my husband went off to thoroughly clean his cock. That was some fuck. The receptionist, who had gone back to reception came back over again and sat with me. She said that was one of the best fucks she’d seen in some time (and she’d seen a lot).

It was the receptionist that checked us in (her collar revealed that she was called Eva), and she said she was really pleased to see that we had joined in so quickly. It does help that I love showing my cunt and asshole off, so this place is perfect for me. Often, people are shy when they arrive (as the bravado when they book wears off). We had no such problem.

I told Eva that I still had a cunt in need of servicing, but his cock was recovering and would be some time. Then she made a suggestion, which was music to my ears. She also said she’d be in the bar in just over an hour with her boyfriend (who also works there), and she would be getting fucked herself, if we wanted to watch. Why wouldn’t we?  – she was a gorgeous mid-30s woman with dark bobbed hair, a pretty face, long legs, and a hairless cunt, and I would love to watch her being fucked.

My husband arrived back, and I got up, telling Eva we’d see her fuck later, and I told my husband that he was about to service my cunt without using his tired cock and took him towards the bar.

Clothing Is Optional, Fucking Is Not (The Curtsy Chronicles – Part One)

8 April 2019 /

As I’m writing this, I’m sitting naked on a hotel patio in the glorious sunshine on the Atlantic coast of France, sipping a non-alcoholic cocktail. About ten minutes ago, myself, my husband and about a dozen other people were watching a Dutch couple fuck right there on the patio. That is what this place is all about.

I’ve read online about hotels where public sex is allowed, and I wanted to go to one, but really, I wanted one where public sex was expected, not just tolerated. I wanted a holiday that was a feast for the eyes, brain, and soul, as much as a chance for us to fuck in public and for me to indulge in my love of displaying my naughty self.

Finding information about such places online is quite tough. There are a number of hotels in the south of France, but we settled for this one on the west coast. Whilst in theory this place is clothing optional, I haven’t yet seen anyone (other than those who have just arrived) wearing anything more than a hat and sandals. Even the staff are naked – you only know they are staff by the collar they wear with their name and role, and their headgear which is fitting for their role.

This place has an amazing atmosphere. The rules are clear and well enforced, creating a safe environment. Anyone is allowed to watch, but no one is allowed to join in unless invited. No single people are allowed, but parties can include an odd number of people, so we could at some point take Victoria with us. You are expected to fuck publicly here, and if you didn’t, you may be asked to leave (although I would challenge anyone to be surrounded by so much fucking and yet not fuck someone themselves).

But here we are on our second day and we feel totally at home. We’ve already fucked in public six times (and that seems about average from what we’ve seen), and we have done a number of other public sexy things too. We think most of the forty or so people here will have seen us fuck at least once. We’ve seen about twenty other fucks as well as a number of other sexy things. There is a good sprinkle of anal in with the vaginal, and there is a good sprinkle of gay and lesbian sex too, all in a totally relaxed atmosphere. What is really nice is that there is very little alcohol here, as that reduces sexual capability. They have a lovely range of non-alcoholic cocktails, beers, and other drinks, meaning there is something nice for most people.

The hotel is set on a large private site in the middle of nowhere right by the Atlantic coast. It has a lovely private sandy beach with a shallow slope into the sea, allowing opportunities to fuck both in the sea and on the beach. There are some lovely gardens and woodland, for some slightly more secluded outdoor fucking, a big patio complete with outdoor beds, a large pool (again with a shallow end for fucking) and a large Jacuzzi. It isn’t as hot as the south of France (and that’s a good thing for me), and there are plenty of things offering shade for my poor body that is unaccustomed to being naked in the sun.

Indoors, there is a bar, a couple of lounges, a dining room, and an open space in reception, all with the odd bed and other sexual gear for more fucking choice, as well as private rooms where you sleep (with large balconies with glass balustrades and sturdy loungers offering a semi-private outdoor fucking choice).

Our first public fuck was just after we got here. We had been shown to our room, we’d stripped and gone for a walk round the site. We didn’t get far, as there was a couple fucking in the shallow end of the pool. We stopped to join the small crowd watching them – the crowd was lovely and applauded at the end. When they had finished, the woman, an American, curtsied and asked who was next, and a Norwegian couple stepped forward. As she laid in position in the shallow water, I leant into my husband and said we were next, and I watched intently as this muscular blond drove his cock into the cunt of his slim blonde blue-eyed woman. These aren’t long fucks – there is no need to foreplay as most of us are hot and primed all the time.

The Norwegians finished with a curtsy (I thought that wasn’t coincidental, and therefore must be a convention), we stepped forward and I announced this was our first fuck here (to a cheer). I lay in the water and grabbed his cock, which was already hard. I opened my cunt lips for him, and he just drove in. He knew my cunt would be slick from the visual feast that we had seen, and that I was ready to be pounded. It was quick for us, but it felt so good, having water gently lapping round my body and having his hard cock rhythmically drive into my cunt whilst having about 16 people watch us. He quite rightly sensed I was on my way to cumming, so he focussed on that action until I came, before changing to a different action to finish himself off.

We got a lovely round of applause as he helped me up out of the water, and as I too curtsied. No further couple followed us, so we joined three couples at a table to talk over our first of many non-alcoholic cocktails. Our attention was briefly caught by a couple standing at the bar – well he was standing; she was on her knees giving him a long and deep blow job. She’s certainly much more skilled at blow jobs than I am, and his cock was long enough that she needed to deep throat him a little, something she eagerly achieved. We applauded her as she got up and licked her lips (she smiled and did a little curtsy), as we got back to our discussion. That’s how this place is – everyone stops to watch the sexual activity, then carries on afterwards.

After we finished our cocktails, we set off into the woodland and soon heard some moans coming from deep in the woods. We followed the sound and arrived at a couple of people watching a couple fuck. She was bent forwards over a fallen tree with her legs wide apart and he was impaling her cunt from behind with motions that went from almost popping out to right in as hard as possible. She was slightly crying out with each drive, getting louder as she got closer to cumming, and she cried out as she finally came. That was another joy of this place, you could be as noisy as you liked, and she was. He left her bent over the tree, admiring her cummy cunt (as were we all), whilst she recovered enough to be able to curtsy.

I knew that we would return to that place the following day for me to take my place bent over the fallen tree. It is clearly a well-used spot, as there is no bark left on the tree, meaning it is smooth and comfortable to be fucked over. But we were starting to lose the light, so we set off back to the main hotel. It wouldn’t be long before my husband’s cock was ready to fuck again, and I was in the mood for another big audience. I already knew I was in love with this place, and what went on here, and we had only just started.

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