JANUARY

Beginning Regular Meetings

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And so it started. Our enjoyment of the first two sexy occasions led us all to agree that we would have regular meetings of what I jokingly came to call The Beecham Players, and that I would set the agenda for each meeting. Once a month seemed a reasonable time scale so that nothing would become overwhelming, and we could still have our nights at the pub in between. We also agreed that we would rotate venues, each of us taking it in turn to host.

After our last get together I had taken careful note of each others’ fantasies, with Abi’s help to refresh my memory where it was needed. I guessed that everyone would think that I would introduce one of those fantasies at our next meeting, but I was going to try something different.

So, for our January meeting, each couple was asked to bring along a favourite sex toy. It could be one they already had, or something new they had bought for the occasion, but they had to be ready to demonstrate them in use that night. I also asked them to think about a challenge they could set for the rest of us to fulfil before the subsequent meeting, the one in February.

Abi insisted on choosing our sex toy, something new, she said. That was just as well because the only toy we had was a basic vibrator, the sort that most people start out with. She also refused to let me know what she was buying, claiming it would then be a surprise for me too. Very secretive.

On the night of the party, she did tell me she would be showing off her curves and showed me the outfit she had bought for the occasion. To say I was stunned would be an understatement. It was a translucent body stocking, complete with an oval crotch gap. When she modelled it for me, it was as much as I could do to refrain from throwing her on the bed and fucking her there and then. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. From the back, her buttocks were exposed by the gap, while her shapely back and legs just looked so alluring in the see-through fabric. If she stood with her legs even slightly apart, you could see the petals of her flower hanging down slightly, an open invitation to touch them, finger them, taste them.

From the front, the cut out oval framed her glorious pussy, with its light covering of golden curls. Her breasts strained at the tight material, which hid nothing of her nipples that seemed to be desperate to escape.

“Like it?” she asked, smiling at me as she pirouetted.

“Like it? It’s amazing darling and looks as though it were made specially for you. The other guys are going to be so jealous.”

“What’s to be jealous about? Maybe I’ll let them sample my wares.” she joked. Or at least I think she joked, but the thought of her letting other men do things to her brought out the usual mixed emotions in me. Fear and jealousy battled with rampant desire, neither side really gaining the upper hand. It wasn’t the first time I had thought about sharing Abi, and the same feelings flooded me every time. If I’m being honest - and why not - it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling and was becoming addictive. I had read stories about hotwifing and cuckolding and, while the idea of being ridiculed or teased didn’t appeal to me, the idea of watching Abi with another guy had a certain appeal.

Not that I had ever mentioned that to Abi. She would probably go ballistic.

Anyway, back to my story. It being January, we wrapped ourselves up warmly for the short walk to Alan and Christine’s house. Abi insisted on wearing only a minidress over her body stocking and high heels, wanting to get the night off to a flying start. Her make up was heavier than usual and had a distinctly tarty look to it. I loved it, and thought to myself that she was really getting into this. Her warm woolen overcoat served to hide her body from any nosy neighbours and to keep her snug for the brief journey. Me? I just had a coat over one of my normal casual outfits. Abi had the mystery bag with her, hiding goodness only knew what.

Alan and Christine had prepared their house well for the party. The living room was dimly lit, with red material draped over the lamps, giving the whole room an air of erotic mystery. The drinks and snacks were plentiful, as usual, and subtle jazz music enhanced the atmosphere. We were first there, and I was immediately taken with Christine’s attire. As I’ve said before, she’s of slim build with small breasts, but tonight it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples stood proudly from her tight fitting dress, my eyes being drawn to them magnetically. She was obviously turned on already, and hugged us both tightly when we arrived. I have to say though, that something was making her look quite flustered as she went to get our drinks.

Alan was his normal self, but even he had a knowing glint in his eye.

The other couples arrived soon after us, most people commenting on Abi and Christine’s outfits. If only they could see what was underneath Abi’s! But that would come later.

Once we had all settled and had got past the usual chat at the start of a party, I reminded everyone that I had asked them to come up with challenges for us all. Explaining the point of the game, I said that each of us had to undertake all the challenges and report back on what we had done at the next meeting. They were all looking a bit puzzled, so I gave them our challenge.

“Here’s how it works. Abi and I want all of you to go out to a pub or restaurant with your partner and, almost as soon as you get there, the wife has to take off her knickers and leave them on the table or counter for all to see. For the rest of the night. Oh, and she has to take them off at the table or bar, no sneaking off to the ladies. Then, before next month’s get together, we want photographic evidence that you’ve done it. then you can tell us all about it at our next meeting.”

There was a range of reactions to my suggestion. Most of the guys grinned, while Fiona giggled, “Oh, of course, it’s always something we girls have to do isn’t it?”

Christine meanwhile seemed to jump in her chair, and bit her bottom lip, staring around the room too see if anyone had noticed. Well I had, but I didn’t let on. She was certainly behaving strangely tonight.

“Come on then Fiona, what’s your challenge?” I replied.

“Oh, ours is much simpler. We want to all of you to send intimate photos of yourselves. You can decide how revealing they are, but they have to be ones you wouldn’t share in public”

Loud cheers accompanied this idea.

“Ours is a bit like yours Ian,” said Tom. “We all need to find a busy bar or club, and I suggest Glasgow for this, where no-one knows us. The guy sits alone and watches his wife getting hit on by other guys. It’s up to each couple how far it goes, but we want some photos to prove you’ve done it.”

There was a bit of a shocked silence after this. Tom had suggested taking our group in a completely new direction, out of the privacy of the eight of us. I didn’t know about the others, but Abi and I certainly needed time to talk this through.

“I for one am not sure about that one Tom. You are suggesting each of our wives flirt with some stranger in a bar, and that sounds like dangerous territory for Abi and me at least. We need to think about whether or not we’ll do that challenge.”

There were nods of agreement from most of the others.

“Well ok,” Tom replied, “but Sylvia and I will be doing it. We both find the idea thrilling.”

Christine squirmed in her seat again, before speaking. “Ours is quite a simple challenge. We bought a game similar to yours Ian, and we want each of you to draw one challenge from the game and do it at some point during the month. Then next month, at the meeting you’ll have to demonstrate it.”

She left the room for a moment and came back with a bag of what looked like Jenga sticks. It turned out, each had a challenge written on it. We all took turns drawing one at random, to take home with us. Interesting. They were pretty mild, but would make for fun at the next meeting.

For Abi and me, it was, ‘Do it in the kitchen.’

For Fiona and Mark, ‘Give oral, tied up.’

For Christine and Alan, ‘Spank each other.’

For Sylvia and Tom, ‘Tie me up and tease me’

Well, our next get together was going to be interesting to say the least. I was looking forward to it already, but it was time now to discover what everyone had brought to the party tonight.

“Christine and Alan,” I said, “it’s time to show us what toy you’ll be demonstrating tonight.”

Christine blushed and squirmed some more, but it was Alan who spoke out. “We’re actually using it already.” He held up a small pink device that resembled a remote control. With a glint in his eye, he thumbed one of the buttons and Christine jumped in her seat yet again.

“Show them Christine.”

Blushing, Christine stood up and pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Not only that, her pussy had been freshly shaven and nestling between its folds was a pink device that was vibrating softly. The head of the device was clearly nesting against her clit, while the rest disappeared in between her glistening lips.

“Get closer to them Christine,” Tom urged, “let them see close up what it’s like.”

Doing as she was asked, Christine moved up to each of us in turn, while Alan played with the remote, changing the sensations for his wife as she showed herself off. The girls, in particular, were fascinated with the vibrator’s actions, each of them feeling it as it trembled in Christine’s pussy, and asking her detailed questions about the experience. She was clearly close to orgasm, but Alan skillfully manipulated the control to keep her on the edge. As she approached me, I could see drops of moisture hanging from her pussy lips and the scent of her arousal seared through my senses.

I couldn’t stop myself. Reaching out to her, I pulled her in close and settled my mouth on her pulsing quim. She gasped, but didn’t resist as I sucked on her juices, gripping her ass cheeks as I did so. Her glorious pussy juice was a delight on my tongue and my cock grew harder by the moment.

Alan pulled her away from me.

“Steady on Ian, I’m not letting her come yet. That’s part of the fun and the night’s young.”

Regretfully, I let her go. I glanced at Abi, who was looking at me with a strange expression on her face. “You’ll pay for that later,” she said. I had no idea what she meant, but I didn’t think she minded too much, given what we had already experienced together.

Christine’s scent hung heavily in the air as she sat back down, still, with her dress raised and her pussy exposed. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were flushed and she squirmed and bucked from time to time as the vibrator continued its tantalising throbs.

“Who’s up next?” I asked. “How about Fiona and Mark?”

“Fine by me,” said Fiona, drawing a package from her handbag. “It’s our turn to have a bit of fun ladies. Mark, get your kit off.”

Mark looked distinctly uncomfortable, but slowly shed every stitch, to reveal a semi erect cock that was already glistening with pre-cum. It was a relief to remember that he was of normal dimensions, making me feel better about myself. Fiona undid the package, revealing a steel contraption with a small padlock attached to it.

“This, ladies, is a cock cage and Mark will be wearing it for the rest of the night. I imagine the more excited he gets, the less comfortable he will be, so it’s up to us to excite him as much as we can. Who wants to put it on him?”

“Oh that will be me,” shouted Abi, “payback for what Ian just did.” She almost leapt from her chair in her eagerness to get to Mark. Examining the device, she said, “Ah, I see how it works. Be a good boy Mark and sit on the edge of your chair, so that I can fit this properly. I’ll try not to hurt you too much.”

She reached out and fondled Mark’s cock and balls, rubbing her fingers over his moist slit.

“Oops, better not get you too excited.” With that, she slid the device over Mark’s cock, it has to be said with some difficulty, as his arousal was growing. The end of the cage fitted over his balls, restraining them but allowing them still to hang freely. Then, with a satisfying click, Abi fastened the lock and the cage was securely in place.

“There now Mark. Have a lovely night.” Abi stood up and fondled Mark’s balls while kissing him firmly on his lips. He groaned, with excitement or pain, I’m not sure which. His cock had grown again and was beginning to fill the cage completely. The other girls crowded round him, giggling, teasing him, kissing him, nipping his nipples. By now his cock was fully erect and pressing hard against the steel bars that surrounded it. Sylvia went so far as to lick the pre-cum from his slit, licking her lips afterwards with delight.

“Mark is going to stay in that all night tonight, and I think he’s enjoying it,” said Fiona. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him so hard.”

“We’ll go next,” shouted Tom. “It’s Sylvia’s turn to get her kit off. She has always fancied the idea of anal, so tonight she is going to be fitted with her first anal plug. But here’s the good bit - we’ve yet to decide who is going to be the lucky person who gets to fit it.”

“I’ve an idea,” I piped up. “Once Sylvia is naked, why don’t we blindfold her, stand round her in a circle, let her turn round and round and point to one of us. That will be the lucky one.”

That was greeted with lord cheers and clapping. By now, the air was redolent with the odour of Christine’s pussy, which was still leaking copious juices as Alan continued to tease and stimulate her. I don’t know about anyone else, but the atmosphere was certainly working on me, my cock steadily getting harder. I was sure that it too would be leaking pre-cum into my pants.

While Sylvia quickly shed her clothes, Alan left the room to find a suitable blindfold. Meanwhile, we all crowded round Sylvia’s naked form, admiring her perfect breasts, tipped with rosy pink pebbles of nipples, and groping her body wherever we could. I sneaked a quick feel of her pussy, which was just as wet as Christine’s. Licking my fingers, her taste fired across my tongue, arousing me even further. Glancing across at Abi, I saw she was watching me closely. She didn’t say anything though.

Alan soon returned with a scarf, which he quickly tied round Sylvia’s head, to giggles from the woman herself. We all grasped various parts of her body, her boobs and ass getting a lot of attention as we spun her round once, twice, three times. Then we invited her to spin round herself and point at one of us. I desperately hoped it would be me, but wouldn’t you know it, she chose Abi, who squealed with delight and clapped her hands.

The blindfold removed, Sylvia was led to one of the chairs and invited to lean over its back. As she did so, she presented a wonderful sight, her boobs swinging low over the chair, her legs spread wide, revealing all her treasures. Her pussy lips spread slightly, her pink opening soaked with her juices. Tom produced the plug, a wicked looking rubber device shaped like an ace of spades. I wasn’t sure it was going to fit, but Abi was certainly going to do her best to make sure it did.

“Hang on,” said Tom, “I’ve got the lube here.”

“Oh, we won’t need that,” replied Abi. “I’ve a much better idea.”

With that, she pulled her dress over her head, revealing that sexy outfit underneath. Wolf whistles erupted from the guys at the sight of her glorious body, her nipples clearly on view and her own pussy leaking too. She repeated her performance from our house, pirouetting to give everyone a good show. Taking the plug, she pushed it deep into her willing cunt and rotated it, coating it freely with her juices. Then she pushed it into Sylvia’s, thrusting in and out several times. Sylvia bucked back against the intrusion, clearly wanting more.

Abi beckoned Christine across and covered the woman’s mons with her hand. Coating her fingers in Christine’s still freely flowing cream, she applied it to Sylvia’s wrinkled brown anal ring, pushing slightly. Sylvia pushed back, wanting more. Abi dipped into her own pussy and scooped out a plentiful amount of gloop, swiftly transferring it to Sylvia’s ass and pushing one finger into her rectum. Sylvia groaned at the assault and wriggled helplessly.

“Everybody, I think we’ll have to hold Sylvia down while I do this.” Abi shouted.

Willingly, we all gathered round and grasped various parts of Sylvia’s body, holding her firm. Mark stood to Abi’s right, pressing down on Sylvia’s back with his right hand, while his left arm held on to Abi, his hand resting on her naked butt. Me? I was on her other side, and had a good view of what Mark was doing. I could also see that the others, me included, were taking our chance to grope every part of Sylvia’s body we could reach.

Abi presented the plug to Sylvia’s ass and pressed gently. Sylvia wriggled a bit, but didn’t flinch, even when the pressure was increased. I watched, mesmerised, as her anal wring expanded to take in the rubber intruder. Wider, and wider yet, until finally her ass clenched around the narrow stem and the plug was in her, up to its base. Abi wiggled it from side to side and pushed it in and out slightly, saying, “How’s that Sylvia? Tell us how it feels.”

“It feels so full, so good. I’ve never been buggered, but I want it now.”

We all cheered and several of us pushed at the plug in turn, causing Sylvia to sigh with excitement. I noticed, however, that Mark’s attention was elsewhere. His hand has slipped down between Abi’s thighs and was moving rhythmically in and out. Wait a minute. Was her finger fucking her? And was she allowing it?

It felt as though my gut plunged into my boots. Torment raged through me as I realised that my wife was allowing Mark to thrust into her willing cunt with one, no wait a minute, two fingers. In front of us all. This wasn’t my Abi. It couldn’t be.

Everyone else was still concentrating on Sylvia, so didn’t notice when Abi stood up and turned round, breaking off Mike’s hold on her. I took another punch to the gut as she grasped his head and planted her lips firmly on his, inviting him into a torrid exchange of tongues and spit, a kiss so violent on both their parts that it seemed as though their lips had fused together.

I sat down on one of the chairs. My mind was in a turmoil I suppose that I knew this would always happen, that we would both eventually end up with other partners, if only for sex. And I had not been slow in trying it on with the other women. Was this the payback that Abi had threatened? It certainly felt like it. I just hoped, prayed, that this would not be the end of our marriage and our relationship. I knew that I still loved Abi. But did she still love me?

While allowing my mind to race through all these questions, I also noticed that their play together had had another effect on me, my jealousy and concern notwithstanding. My cock was as hard as steel, harder than I had ever known it before. Did that mean that I enjoyed watching Abi and Mark together? Would I want to see more? My mind was in a total mess, and I had no clue what to do next.

Fortunately, Abi solved that dilemma for me. Noticing me sitting alone, she came across and sat next to me.

“Everything alright sweetheart?” she asked, clearly oblivious to what I had seen. She kissed me with those treacherous lips and, as much to my surprise as hers, I returned her kiss ferociously, trying to imprint the memory of me over that of Mark.

Gasping, she sat back and loudly announced, “Ok everyone, I think it’s time for Ian and me to reveal our sex toy. But first Ian, kit off please. In fact let’s all get totally naked.”

Matching actions to her words, Abi rapidly pealed off her final garment and proudly displayed her nudity for all to see. I had some difficult getting my pants over my disloyal cock but wasn’t startled to see that it was visibly leaking. I still had no idea what Abi had planned, but was about to find out.

“Up until now, Ian has had no idea what our toy is. Well, he did say at one point he wanted to try spanking, so I bought us a beginner’s bondage kit. Ian, you are about to get your wish. Bend over the chair please.”

Oh. I wasn’t at all sure about this. I mean I had always wondered what it would be like to be spanked, but not in public, not the first time. But the girls were clapping and looking expectantly at me and the guys were cheering me on, so I had little choice. I walked over to the armchair and settled myself over it, getting as comfortable as I could, keeping my legs closed to preserve what little dignity I had left.

“Hmm,” said Abi, “this won’t do.” She delved into that mysterious bag and produced a set of red cords. “Girls, I think we’ll have to tie him down. Come on, lend me a hand.”

The other women, giggling, surrounded me and quickly grasped an arm or a leg each. It didn’t take long before I was securely tied to each of the chair legs, with little wriggle room to spare. The guys, meanwhile, were cheering their partners on. My legs, of course were wide open now, and my cock bored into the back of the chair. Still giggling, the girls then ran their hands up and down my legs, groping my balls and fondling my manhood. Abi fingered the head of my cock and drew her hand back to show the company what she had gathered.

“Look how wet he is already, and yum he tastes delicious. Help yourselves to a sample girls. And guys if you want.”

I was helpless to do anything as each of the others fondled me, one or two giving me a sly wank, each looking me in the eye as they licked their sticky fingers with glee. This was seriously exciting. Thankfully the guys declined the offer. I wasn’t into that. Some of the women also swatted my ass, playfully, an experience that wasn’t entirely unpleasant for me either. Maybe my being spanked was one of my better ideas.

Abi, however, still had some tricks up her sleeve. “No, no girls, we need something better than hands. How about this?” She dipped into the bag again and brought out a black leather flogger, waving it in front of my eyes, before giving me an exploratory swat. Ow. That stung. But almost immediately, even more endorphins flowed and my cock responded accordingly, pumping more precum into the tip.

Abi bent down and whispered in my ear, “Remember darling, you can stop me anytime. Just shout STOP and I will.”

With that she began flogging my ass for real, to loud cheers and clapping from the rest. It stung, but the pain was outweighed by the pleasure that was overwhelming my being, exciting me even further. By now the atmosphere in the room was redolent of an orgy. We had all had plenty to drink, pheromones were oozing from many orifices and we were all naked together. The continued assault on my buttocks was turning my insides to gel, a pleasure I had never experienced before. Abi handed the flogger to Sylvia, who had demanded a turn. This was getting better and better. I was helpless and at the mercy of several beautiful women. I knew the guys well enough to know they wouldn’t want in on the action. But as I relaxed into my predicament, an errant thought turned my insides to ice.

“STOP.” I shouted.

Much as I had been enjoying the thrashing, I suddenly realised that I had a very restricted view of what was going on in the room. In particular, anyone could be doing almost anything to Abi, and I wouldn’t know. My feelings were in a turmoil. I had no doubt that all the other women in the group would want to take a turn at punishing me. The thought was thrilling, but that meant Abi would be free to do other things with other guys and they would be free to do anything she let them with her, and I wouldn’t know!

The jealousy that was raging through me now was insane, I knew, but I couldn’t control it. Abi had stopped Sylvia flogging me, as promised, but the room fell silent as they all waited to see what happened next.

“Not enjoying it darling?” Abi asked, her voice soft and solicitous.

“Untie me please Abi. I think it’s time we went home.”