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Virginia was the boss’s wife, and an outstanding lady in two ways. Her bosom and her bottom. Both were great assets. Although far from fat, she was inclined to plumpness, being a cheerful, energetic woman, full of life and fun. At least, that is, when she and her husband were with friends and colleagues, which was almost every evening since they did a great deal of entertaining.

Now in her late forties, Virginia was man-crazy, drooling over photographs of nude men. She was a voyeur, with a secret passion for pornographic pictures. Because of her strict catholic upbringing, she was too ashamed to go into a shop and buy magazines designed for the woman with men in mind, Thomas, her husband, persuaded his secretary to buy them for her. He pretended they were for some research work; but his secretary was a woman of the world.

Virginia was a curious mixture of shyness and audaciousness. She was a shameless flirt with the younger colleagues Thomas brought home to entertain, with many hilarious evenings, heightened by generous quantities of alcohol. But reserved with strangers, although occasionally she would form an immediate rapport. Strange! Virginia would develop a deliberate crush on some of the visitors, fantasizing about their bodies; particularly that bit of them, which held most mystery and interest to her.

For his part, Thomas had a lecherous ambition to watch his wife copulating with another man and bringing her to as noisy orgasm – for she was very vocal at the time of her climax. The mere thought of it aroused him during their love-play. They would speculate together on who the other man might be, encouraging each other’s fantasies by describing his virility, the size of his penis and every physical sensation Virginia was feeling as the imaginary person heaved into her. But they never quite had the confidence to approach any suitable third party.

A stranger would be ideal, of course, but Virginia was too shy and restrained to let herself go with someone she didn’t know. On the other hand, Thomas was unhappy about approaching someone they knew well in case they made utter fools of themselves; something he could ill-afford in his position.

During one hot summer in the ‘anything-goes’ 60’s, Virginia took to slipping a cotton, sleeveless mini-dress over her otherwise naked body before going into one of the smaller London parks. It was pretty obvious that she was scantily clad. Her breasts swung as she walked – that’s how she liked it. Thomas would follow her at a short distance. Virginia enjoyed watching the courting couples reclining on the grass, kissing and fondling.

Her particular interest was searching for the bulge of an erect penis in tight jeans. No one took any notice of passers by any more. They continued petting and lovemaking in total oblivion. On this occasion, she was sitting on a park bench watching a young woman astride her lover, flared skirt spread wide. As the woman kept leaning down to kiss the man Virginia was sure that she was impaled on him. She sight fascinated her. Speculating on the instrument buried deep inside the young woman, Virginia’s imagination was rampant. The thought made her even wetter than ever. She almost had an orgasm on the spot.

Across from Virginia, and to her right, was a clump of trees. The nearest was a fairly large willow tree, feathery leaves almost reaching the grass. Under this canopy, with his back against the trunk, sat a young man watching her with a smile on his face. He was partly hidden by the low hanging spurs. Her attention was drawn to the tree by a movement. She was sure that his hand was stroking his crotch.

Unable to resist the temptation, Virginia stood up and strolled nonchalantly across the grass. She stopped at the edge of the tree pretending to gaze across the park, but her gaze was sideways, to watch what was happening under the tree. Sure enough, he was stroking his crotch. Without looking up, the young man slowly unzipped the flies of his jeans provocatively. His palm prevented Virginia from seeing what was inside the opening. The, sliding it to one side, he exposed his rigid penis.

Virginia’s eyes widened. Her mouth dried up. As she looked into the face of the fellow, he smiled at her, beckoning with a slight gesture of his other hand. After glancing round, Virginia stepped under the canopy of branches, gazing down at the prick. Knees hinged open the young man had unfastened the waistband, flapping the jeans open for her to see his cock more easily.

Now open to view, Virginia could see it was at full stretch, a handsome thing. Swarthy and uncircumcised, with a purple head. The heavily veined shaft twitched and nodded. He curled his hand round the shaft, starting to work it up and down in a slow, teasing rhythm. Mesmerized by the action, Virginia planted her legs firmly apart, taking the hem of her short dress in her left hand, and raising it to show her hairless groin to the young man. It was his turn to open his eyes wide.

Determined not to be outdone, Virginia unbuttoned her dress from top to bottom, putting her magnificent breasts on display for him. Placing the fingers of her other hand in her smooth groin, she eased open the lips of her labia, covered in her juices, to openly display her soft pink folds. The second finger curled back to expose her clitoris, stimulating it.

Excitement had overcome reticence. Virginia took a step closer until she was stood at his feet. Grunts accompanied her growing agitation as she rubbed herself faster.

Eyes glued to her genitals, the young man increased his jerking rhythm to match hers until they were both openly masturbating for each other. Virginia’s heavy breasts were shaking with the effort. Her brain started to spin. Her eyes were fastened on the fast pumping action before her. Her vaginal muscles tensed and lurched. She gasped. Contractions in her belly. She was coming! The sweet agony started in the pit of her groin, pulling and dragging at her. She moaned softly.

The young man’s loins jerked. He held his penis thrust out. Suddenly, a small splash of sperm spat out, to be immediately followed by a long gush. Then another. And another. As Virginia was reaching her peak she counted seven spurts before her own orgasm overwhelmed her. Her eyes screwed shut, blotting out all vision with shattering flashes of ecstasy with subdued grunts.

It was a long climax. When the spasms finally eased, she opened them again. The young man had gone. But on the grass was the evidence of his coming.

Thomas had watched the whole episode from the park bench. So had the other young couple, now openly copulating, covered by her spread skirt. Thomas crossed to Virginia. Taking her by the arm, he guided her behind the willow. There, pushing her up against the trunk, he slipped his ready penis deep into the excited vagina, wet and stimulated. It didn’t take many thrusts before he was spurting into her.

Not every foray into the park resulted in such lecherous activities. Virginia’s fantasies, coupled with the knowledge that she was naked beneath the thin dress, was sufficient stimulation for the average evening’s sexual encounter.

II Virginia had trained as a nurse, partly because she was a caring person, partly because she needed to work with others in a congenial atmosphere. Her interest in pampering men’s bodies also had something to do with it.

It was when Virginia joined his company as their industrial nurse that she met her husband. She had worked there some time before there was occasion for her to tend the boss when he had a fall and twisted his back. He was assisted to the nurse’s medical room and helped to strip to the waist and lay on his belly on the treatment couch.

The pain wasn’t too bad, and Virginia’s massage of his back soon aroused Thomas’s libido. Being a frank chauvinistic person, he drew her attention to the way she had stimulated him. Virginia, pretending to be unconcerned by such natural physical occurrences, laughed heartily, telling him that he should be so lucky! She went so far as to taunt him a little.

“Perhaps you’d like that massaging as well?”

Virginia surprised herself with her forwardness with the boss, but he was one of those people who made her feel she’d known them for ages and they got on with each other from their very first meeting. As the banter developed she jokingly threatened to spank his bottom for being naughty, dragging his trousers over his hips and thighs to reveal his well padded buttocks. These she promptly slapped gently with her open palm.

This only increased the firmness of his erection. Thomas managed to hook his thumbs into the top of his underpants and push them down, revealing the pale jelly-like flesh of his bottom.

“You can now handle the plums,” he told Virginia. She protested with mock severity, insisting that it wasn’t professionally allowed to fondle clients’ private parts without a proper medical reason, but was sufficiently curious to comply with the request. She could never resist the examination of male genitals whenever the opportunity arose. Fondling them gave her even more pleasure.

“Bloody hell!” was all that Thomas could mutter as her cool palm closed over his testicles and gently squeezed them. He squirmed, grinding his hips into the top of the hard couch.

“Have you stiffened up?” she asked him with apparent innocence.

“What the hell do you think?”

“Come on! Let me see if I can help to reduce the swelling.”

Virginia squeezed her other hand under his belly, reached the stiff muscle and held it lengthways in her palm. She gave an exaggerated gasp.

“My, what a big boy! It certainly is stiff!”

Thomas squirmed as much as the pain in his back would allow, pushing his stiff cock against her hand, jerking into it until, with a grunt, he filled it with his hot, sticky seed.

There was a sheepish silence.

“My, my!” she breathed, “You were certainly ready for that! What a nice offering.”

Virginia managed to ease Thomas over onto his side to examine the sticky protrusion. It was already losing its rigidity. Paper towels were at hand on the side of the couch, which she used to wipe away the evidence. She did this with great care, taking careful note of the details of his softening phallus.

In doing this, Virginia’s bust was brought deliberately close to Thomas’s face, prompting him to unbuttoned her overall and blouse without any protest from her. The brassiere had a front fastening which Thomas unhooked without difficulty, allowing her plentiful breasts to spring into view.

Virginia’s magnificent orbs confronted him, his eyes popping out of their sockets from sheer astonishment. She knew what effect her breasts had on all who saw them. Thomas was no exception. He was mesmerized by their abundance, and, in particular, with the enormous crowns of pinky-brown, heavily goose-pimpled nipples, the size of large saucers, tipped with a prune-like teat.

Men were usually rendered speechless by their sheer ostentation. The nipples were already swollen with sexual arousal. Thomas had seen nothing like these breasts before. He stared with disbelief as the ridges of the nipple smoothed themselves out as it inflated, until it resembled a large grape.

“There,” Virginia said, with some pride, “I think you’ve taken enough liberties for one day. Come back in the morning if your stiffness still troubles you.” She stood up, scooped her breasts back into the brassiere and fastened her blouse, giving him a big cheerful smile. Her loins were moist, aching with her own lust, but she knew that the boss wouldn’t rest until he’d feasted his eyes on her glorious orbs again. Patience!

And so it proved. They became lovers. Thomas became a prisoner to those dominating breasts. She would flaunt them in front of his face, bounce them up and down, trap his face between them, and push the ample nipples into his open mouth.

Thomas found Virginia to be a resourceful and inventive lover. She would squeeze his erection between her magnificent orbs, mould them round his shaft and slowly lift them up until the penis disappeared and push them down until the head re-appeared from the deep cleavage, already wet with his involuntary emission, She increased the movement of the breasts until the friction brought Thomas to a gasping climax, his sperm spurting over her neck and dribbling over the tops of her breasts. She would scoop it up with her fingers and suck them clean.

Thomas would reciprocate by pushing his face into her hot, fleshy groin, sniffing her musty sex. Virginia would moan loudly whilst he sucked hungrily at her with his tongue, as though her fleshy vulva was a soft, juicy peach. She would reach a noisy orgasm, gasping for breath, with convulsive thighs and lurching groin. This would encourage him to push his erect shaft deep into her sloppy, wet flesh.

When Virginia discovered that Thomas enjoyed mild spanking she entered into the activity with relish. After teasing him with her naked bouncing breasts, making him chase her round the room, Thomas would force her to the floor to enter her roughly from behind, thudding his shaft into her until she reached a screaming climax. She would then roll away and admonish him.

“You’ve been a naughty boy. You shouldn’t fuck ladies from behind like that. I’m going to spank you. Bend over!”

And Thomas would bend over the arm of the chair obediently, allowing Virginia to pull down his underpants if he still had them on. Using a flat wooden ruler, she would slap his bottom with increasingly hard smacks until the cheeks glowed a blotchy red. At the same time, she would reach round his waist, take hold of his rock-hard cock, pumping it up and down in rhythm to the strokes until he ejaculated into a towel spread over the arm of the chair.

At other times, Virginia would make him lie on his back, on a rubber sheet spread on the floor, where she would squat over his face, rubbing her sloppy genitals over his nose and lips, whilst slapping his thighs and pulling at his stiff penis. As he started to jerk, Virginia would open her bladder and pee over his face, into his mouth. This would trigger off a mighty climax with several jets of sperm which she directed over her dangling breasts.

Or she would dribble a spoonful of clear honey over the tip of his erection, allowing it to trickle down the shaft before massaging it with both hands into the whole column. When he came, Virginia held the palm of her hand over the head so that the sperm became mingled with the honey. She would then lick away the sweet, sticky mixture with relish.

Thomas became a regular visitor to Virginia’s flat and, eventually, after he separated from his wife, Virginia and he lived together. After his wife divorced him, they finally married. Thomas’s work then took him to London where they rented a small flat. But, in spite of her outgoing personality and interest in sexual freedom for women, Virginia was unusually shy with strangers.

This didn’t prevent her speculating to herself about the shape and texture of the men’s genitals, but she could only relax properly with people after she had got to know them well. When she did, Virginia would talk and behave in an openly provocative manner. For these visitors she enjoyed wearing diaphanous blouses and lace brassieres so that the dark shadow of her expansive, luscious nipples could be seen.

Since going topless was fairly common in those days, it was possible on hot days to ogle girls sporting their bare breasts. The sale of dark glasses soared as many men, both old and young, wore them so that they could indulge themselves without appearing to stare.

Thomas had a malicious interest in watching the reactions of his colleagues whilst Virginia, convincing herself she was unconscious of her actions, teased them with a glimpse of her globes before drawing her cardigan together. As the evening wore on, her natural reticence overcome with sufficient alcohol, she would remove her cardigan and unfasten the top two buttons of her blouse with the excuse of being too hot – she always turned up the thermostat beforehand for that very reason – encouraging the men to take off their jackets.

Much laughter, with a friendly grip of the men’s thighs, as she hooted shamelessly at risqué stories, would often stir their manhood into involuntary movement. Virginia watched for these telltale signs. Thomas enjoyed her promiscuous behaviour, encouraging her in these activities to enhance her sexual fantasies, which she would later put to good use during their lovemaking later that evening in bed.

This gave Thomas extra stimulation knowing that his wife was imagining that she was sucking some imaginary stiff phallus or being penetrated by her latest make-believe paramour. Thomas would talk to her quietly and provocatively about the fantasy she was enjoying, describing the shape and size of the latest colleague’s genitals. This stimulated her imagination even further and gave added intensity to her orgasms.

They experimented with Karma Sutra and sent away for mail order sex toys. Virginia took up photography as a hobby, rigging up a dark room to develop and print photographs. Together, they photographed Virginia in erotic poses and, using the delay mechanism, both of them in lewd positions. Virginia was keen to experience whatever sexual activities she could, with a threesome her favourite ambition.

Thomas was equally eager to meet her wish but Virginia couldn’t quite overcome her final timidness, nor could Thomas afford to jeopardize his authority with an unfortunate choice of participant. So their interest in troilism had to be satisfied by voyeurism. Videos, magazines and erotic literature provided them with the visual stimulation. But they still hankered after the physical experience.

III When Johnnie joined the company, it took Thomas several weeks to persuade him to meet him and his wife for dinner. Johnnie was in his early forties, of average build and looks. Quick witted, he had a sense of fun, was a good conversationalist and got on with Virginia like a house on fire, sharing jokes and theatrical experiences.

It wasn’t long before the translucent blouse and lace brassiere were worn for Johnnie’s benefit. He pretended to take no notice at first but eventually, offered pointed comments about her charms, turning the discussion to one of a provocative nature, with risqué jokes and general ribaldry.

The unforeseen problem was that Virginia, without realizing it, began to fall in love with Johnnie, which made her fiercely active in her love making with Thomas after Johnnie had been out with them. Thomas didn’t mind. He and Virginia began plotting how they could induce Johnnie to join them in a threesome.

At first, this was a sheer fantasy, but eventually it became a serious objective, with Virginia’s shyness no longer an obstacle. She had become hopelessly infatuated with Johnnie, finding him a wonderful, fascinating and sensual person. Not realizing the depth his wife’s obsession was becoming, Thomas was not in the least jealous of her passion, providing it didn’t affect their relationship.

Thomas would try to engineer for the two to be together. They sat together on the sofa. He would encourage them to put arms round each other. He would even decide to go to bed leaving the two of them alone in the lounge. It was on such occasions that he suggested to Virginia that she might make the first move. Perhaps encourage him by opening her legs to give him a view up her thighs. Tease him with a glimpse of her knickerless groin; get into her dressing gown and tease him with her cleavage, or even a glimpse of nipple.

But, when it came to it, she was too embarrassed, although her eyes would frequently stray to Johnnie’s groin, seeking the telltale bulge of a stiffened muscle, which he sometimes displayed for her. He smiled at the gleam in her eyes, but Johnnie never went beyond patting her behind or stroking her shoulder.

On one of Johnnie’s visits, Thomas persuaded him to accompany Virginia to Raymond’s Revue Bar. She had often wanted to be taken there, but had always balked at the last moment. Now, since he himself had an evening meeting to attend, Johnnie was cajoled into taking her.

Over dinner, Virginia was elated by the anticipation of the visit, unable to hide her excitement at the prospect. Although embarrassed at first, she saw she was not the only woman in the audience, by a long way, becoming enthralled by the various almost pornographic stage acts, particularly riveted by the scarcely concealed well-hung handsome men in erotic movement with nude partners.

Nevertheless, she was more circumspect with Johnnie when alone with him. Virginia never shared her carnal thoughts with him during the evening, affecting a seriousness when discussing the merits of the show during the interval. It seemed that only in her husband’s presence would she allow herself to let go. All this was part of the process of making sure that Johnnie knew of her underlying promiscuity.

For his part, Johnnie was aware of his sexual attraction to Virginia, but didn’t understand her reluctance to even hold his hand when they were alone together. It seemed that she wanted to have a sexual relationship with him but was afraid of entering into it. The thought of her wanting to do it in front of Thomas had not escaped him. But that, he believed, would upset the professional bond between them. Best to keep it in the realms of fantasy.

After agreeing that Johnnie seemed a clean and acceptable person, Virginia and Thomas hoped that, under the right conditions, he might eventually be persuaded to give Virginia her dearest wish. If that could be arranged, he would be ready with his camera to record the event. They developed their plan carefully.

Virginia would spike Johnnie’s drink with a splash of vodka, touch his lap with little intimate caresses and, when he was relaxed, press her bosom into his upper arm when sitting beside him talking. During dinner, she would trace her fingers lightly up his inner thighs under the dinner table, softly touching his crotch. If Johnnie accepted all this intimacy with good humor, believing it to be no other than friendly teasing, they would return to the flat where Virginia would find an excuse to reveal her irresistible assets. It was on one such visit on a hot summer’s evening that Johnnie arrived a few minutes late in joining them for a drink before dinner. Apologizing for the delay he explained it was due to a couple in the next bedroom to his making turbulent love all the time he was dressing. The woman was very noisy and, as her intensity grew, he told them, so did her moans until she was almost screaming with delight. Then, no sooner had the gasps died away, than it started all over again, almost at once, building to a new wave of satisfaction.

“She must have had six or seven consecutive orgasms by the time I was able to tear myself away,” Johnnie told them.

A glint in the eyes of both host and hostess showed that they were aroused by his story. They related, laughing and joking, their experiences of overhearing other couples in the noisy throes of love-making with accompanying uninhibited orgiastic cries. Thomas teased his wife for making fun of others when she herself, he told Johnnie, was one of the world’s noisiest love-makers.

“Oh, Thomas!” she rebuked. “Are you going to give away all my intimate little secrets?”

All this was designed to arouse Johnnie’s interest, which it did, but as yet insufficient for him to rise completely to the bait. He teased them in return by suggesting to Virginia that she gave him a performance of her sounds of carnal enjoyment. There were remonstrations of bashfulness on her part, but Thomas encouraged her in this by suggesting that she cuddle up to Johnnie on the settee and give a demonstration.

Having got the clear message from her husband, Virginia put her arms round Johnnie, holding him close before making highly theatrical and exaggerated throaty noises, to great gales of laughter and horse-play. Johnnie would gaze down the top of her open blouse, enjoying the sight of her creamy breasts and the darkening colour of the areola.

Thomas enjoyed watching their intimacies, but they were unable to break through the final barrier.

And so it went on. Each visit would, at some time or another, have such squeals and cries as part of the fun and laughter. Virginia would tease Johnnie with tantalizing sights of her breasts, encouraged by Thomas egging her on to display more of them.

“Go on. Take your bra off.”

But she didn’t. She just laughed.

Virginia, nevertheless, was becoming frustrated by the lack of progress. Her infatuation of Johnnie was getting to be an all-consuming passion. It was beginning to make her ill. Alone, she wept with unfulfilled desire. Sex aids and pictures could no longer give her the relief she so desperately sought.

One evening, after a few drinks, wearing only silk dressing gowns, plastic sheeting on the carpet, Virginia and Thomas watched an erotic video. To add to the thrill, Virginia had thrust a large dildo between the hairless lips, deep into her vagina. But no amount of fantasies with her husband could satisfy the lust burning within her. As they watched the sexual antics of the threesome on the screen, she became frantic, begging Thomas to go find Johnnie for her. She pined openly, moaning his name.

“Give him to me. Johnnie! I need him now! I can’t live without him!”

“Don’t be so bloody daft,” Thomas snapped, unable to understand her lack of control. But Virginia lay on the floor; face down, beating her fists on the plastic sheet, wailing her deep frustration. Thomas was incensed. He pulled up the hem of her gown, baring the pale mounds of her generous buttocks, took off his leather slipper and struck her hard.

“Stupid, randy bitch,” Thomas snarled. “You need a good beating for that. I’ll beat the devil out of you.” Each word was accompanied by a stinging smack. Her bottom jerked and swayed as the slipper beat down on the flesh, now turning into a deep pink. But Virginia had no thought of the pain. Only Johnnie filled her thoughts. She choked on his memory.

“Cock happy! That’s you. Just damned cock happy. Any cock will do. So long as it fills your cunt with juices.”

The blows rained down. The skin turned a blotchy scarlet. Virginia moaned out loud, sobbing piteously as the stinging pain glowed in her loins. Trying to escape, she crawled towards the bedroom door, but Thomas knelt on her back. Grasping the dildo, he roughly pushed it deep into her, jabbing at her hard with cruel thrusts. Virginia cried out, but to no avail.

Thomas, angered by the whisky and his wife’s behaviour, was in no mood for leniency. As he beat her, he urinated over the smarting flesh. Then, taking hold of her hair, he dragged her, screaming, into the bedroom, where he threw her savagely over the edge of the bed. Snatching up a metal coat hanger, he beat her hard over her thighs and bottom until she begged for mercy.

Cruel weals and blisters grew out of the scarlet flesh as the wire cut deep into the soft flesh. All the time he swore at her, calling her a whore – an insatiable tart.

“I’m going to fuck you. Fill you with cock and ram it in hard until you squeal.”

The anger within Thomas subsiding a little, he cast aside the coat hanger, knelt behind her and plunged his erection into the wetness between the raw-looking thighs. Crying out in pain, his wife tried to roll away. But her held her by the two huge nipples tightly in each hand, fingers digging into the soft flesh, Thomas plunged hard into wife shouting obscenities at her, until, eventually, his passion spent. He rolled her onto the bed where she sobbed bitterly.

Their beatings had never been as severe as this before. Looking at the state of her buttocks and thighs, Thomas felt some sympathy for her. In a final act of pacification, Thomas pushed Virginia’s knees apart, planting his face against the hot folds of flesh, seeking for her clitoris with his tongue. She bucked and squirmed, but her orgasm rose quickly within the heat of her loins, to crash over her emotions, with thrashing legs. Then she fell asleep, exhausted.

IV Thomas decided that the time had come for a definite effort to tempt Johnnie into Virginia’s arms. Nothing else would pacify her. They decided that her birthday would be the occasion to make the attempt. It would be a special present for her. And, of course, the bait to tempt Johnnie was to be Virginia’s irresistible breasts. It was another hot summer’s evening when Johnnie arrived at their flat for the usual drinks before going out for dinner.

When Virginia answered his ring at the doorbell wearing her flimsy dressing gown, Johnnie presented her with a birthday card and a gift, suitably wrapped. Virginia opened the card with exaggerated excitement, allowing the gown to fall apart giving Johnnie a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy breasts. The message in the card read ‘Many happy returns. Come inside!’

As she opened it she was taken aback by a lurid pop-up penis with the slogan ‘Bet you can still get ’em up!’ She screamed with delight and called for Thomas to have a look at the card. The gift was a bottle of Moet et Chandon champagne.

“Many happy returns, Virginia,” Johnnie kissed her cheeks, with a playful squeeze of her bottom. Full of spirits, she poured him a large whisky and soda, complaining about the heat. Without him knowing, she slipped a measure of vodka in his drink. Johnnie was wearing a fine sea-island cotton shirt, thin slacks and light casual shoes.

“It’s all right for you men,” she complained, “you can be comfortable whilst we women have to be trussed up with underwear and all that. It’s not fair. Anyway, tonight I may burn my bra!” she threatened. “Go and sit down with your drink,” she told him, “I won’t be long. Thomas is nearly ready.”

Johnnie sat listening to the music playing quietly on the tape until Thomas joined him, then shortly after, Virginia came in looking rather apprehensive, wearing a white crepe-cotton skirt and a white cardigan. She looked at Thomas nervously.

“I don’t know whether I dare,” she said. Johnnie looked at them with curiosity.

“Well get us a drink. Johnnie’s glass is empty.” So Virginia bustled into the dining room with Johnnie’s empty glass.

“What on earth dare you not do?” Johnnie called to her.

“Oh! Well, since it’s my birthday, I’ve left my bra off,” she called back, glad of the chance of telling him whilst not in the same room, sparing her blushes. She returned with the replenished glass.

“Go on!” Thomas said with a wide grin. “Take the cardigan off. She’s been wanting to do it for a long time,” he told Johnnie. “Now’s your chance. I’m sure Johnnie won’t mind.” She looked uncertainly at her husband.

“Do you think I should?”

“Course!” he barked. “Get on with it!”

So Virginia slipped off her cardigan and Johnnie’s jaw fell open. She had indeed left off her bra, but the gauze blouse she wore did nothing to hide her magnificent globes of flesh with their enormous, swollen, goose-pimpled nipples and engorged teats. Both Thomas and Virginia were watching Johnnie closely, she with a look of apprehension and he with a wide grin, to see whether or not he approved.

“Crikey!” Johnnie spluttered into his whisky. “I know it’s rude to stare, but blimey! If you’re going out like that, you’ll have to guide me round tonight ’cause I won’t be able to keep my eyes off those magnificent tits. Whose birthday did you say it was?”

Thomas giggled with delight and Virginia sighed with relief and smiled

“Don’t worry, Johnnie love. You’ll get used to them in no time. Like everything else about me, they are a bit excessive aren’t they? Anyway, it won’t be too hard for you, ’cause I’ll be wearing my cardigan when we go out for dinner. I’ll just fill up my drink.” She went back into the dining room, elated at having broken the ice.

Thomas just sat in his chair and smiled cheekily at Johnnie. “It’ll make her day! She’s thought of nothing else for ages.” he chuckled.

Virginia returned with her gin and tonic to sit on Johnnie’s left. “Cheers!” she announced, lifting her glass to him.

Both Thomas and Virginia were enjoying Johnnie’s dumbstruck amazement. Thomas decided to press home the advantage.

“You might as well take your top off, Virginia,” Thomas told her with some enthusiasm. ‘It’ll get creased and it hides nothing, anyway.” Virginia looked at her husband uncertainly, not sure if they were moving too fast for Johnnie.

“Go on!” he said encouragingly. “Give yourself a birthday treat. Johnnie won’t mind. Besides, he’d like a closer look, wouldn’t you Johnnie.”

So Virginia unbuttoned the blouse, slipped it off her shoulders to unveil her nakedness, looking nervously at Johnnie who was still staring in fascination at her large, swaying orbs.

“Go on, Johnnie. Feel ’em!” Thomas ordered.

Virginia leaned forward to take his glass from his hand, swaying the large globes slightly to tease him. After a brief pause, Johnnie cupped the huge nipples in the palm of each hand and lifted them as if weighing them. They were now swollen fit to burst, the dark red teats jutting out with pride. Johnnie rubbed the large rubbery knobs with the balls of his thumbs as he shook his head in disbelief.

Virginia looked across at Thomas to see how he was taking it. She was encouraged by the glazed, lecherous look in his eyes, at the sight of his wife’s breasts being fondled by another man.

Thomas was open-mouthed, breathing heavily, instinctively stroking the stiffness growing inside his trousers with the palm of his right hand, with his glass of whisky in his left fist. He was far more aroused than he had expected to be.

“Bloody hell!” he muttered hoarsely to himself. “Kiss ’em! Go on, lick ’em!” he implored.

Johnnie, whose inhibitions had been overcome by the spiked drink, needed no second bidding, leaned forward to engulf the right grape between his lips and suck firmly on it. He was completely taken aback by the intensity of Virginia’s immediate reaction.

She shuddered violently, her orbs wobbling, leaning back over the arm of the settee and letting out a long tortured cry of ecstasy. Throwing her head back Virginia gripped Johnnie’s head, pressed it hard to her breast as moans rattled in her throat with unbridled delight, the turmoil in her beast rippling throughout her nervous system.

With her whole body trembling, she rocked wildly and shook in a fit of convulsions. With shaking legs Virginia reached a noisy orgasm with no further stimulation. Johnnie now understood the earlier leg pulling about Virginia’s vociferous climaxes. The earlier demonstrations were a pale imitation of the real thing.

This was all too much for Thomas. He was also astonished by the intensity of his wife’s orgiastic release. He stood up, and, to Johnnie’s complete amazement, unfastened his trousers, taking out his stiff throbbing penis as he crossed to the end of the settee Virginia was draped over. She was still looking spent by her liberation, but she turned her face to Thomas, took hold of his slender, pointed shaft, with its slight upward bend, peeled back his foreskin with the fingers and thumb of her right hand, and took it in her mouth. She started to glide her lips up and down on the shaft.

Johnnie sat up and, still casually manipulating the stiff nipples, watched her open-mouthed, dazed by the whole episode. Thomas’s shaft slid in and out of Virginia’s red painted lips. Taking Virginia’s hand, Johnnie placed it over the swelling of his own penis, which had risen to a stiff perpendicular condition inside his trousers.

Virginia smiled inwardly. At last! She had him! Her dreams were to become a reality. She stroked it softly.

Then Thomas’ bottom began to jerk, before a succession of urgent thrusts burst forth, accompanied by loud grunts. Virginia sucked quickly and greedily on his cock as his loins relaxed.

“Bloody hell,” Thomas said yet again. Virginia lifted her head away and looked up at her smiling husband.

“That was bloody fantastic!” he told her.

Virginia turned to look at Johnnie, her left hand still resting on the stiff bulge in the front of his trousers. He could see a trickle of the starchy-looking seed dribbling down the corners of her mouth. She took up her gin and tonic from the coffee table beside the settee and took a swig.

“That’s the most wonderful cocktail a woman can get!” she said. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Johnnie just swallowed and picked up his drink to slake his dry throat.

“Now, how about you? It’s your turn. Are you ready?”

Virginia glanced at Thomas, who had collapsed into a chair. He nodded his approval. Virginia knelt in front of Johnnie between his knees, unhurriedly lowered the zip of his trousers, undid the top fastening of the waistband and flapped them open. She hooked her fingers in either side of his underpants, slowly drawing them down over his thighs. Johnnie lifted his buttocks to allow them over his thighs.

This was the moment Virginia had looked forward to for the past several weeks. The moment had finally arrived. She paused, as the sturdy seven-inches of solid flesh appeared, rearing up from a nest of light-colored hair.

This was the first real penis besides Thomas’s that Virginias had seen for twelve years, other than in photographs. She stared at it in wonder. The shaft was quite a lot thicker than Thomas’s, she noticed, carefully easing back the foreskin to reveal the large, polished pale mauve, bulbous head. Pushing his clothes down to his knees, she kept her attention riveted to his manhood with its bag of goodies between his thighs. She hung them tenderly in the palm of one hand, stroking his shaft softly with the other, savoring her moment of discovery.

Virginia indulged her fascination for the male organ. After she had admired the girth and rigidity of the attractive manhood, she avidly examined every vein and contour of it. Finally, leaning into Johnnie, Virginia placed a tender kiss on the tip of the stiff manhood, before smothering it in the cleavage between the soft, opulent breasts, so that the head poked through above the large dark saucer-like nipples.

With a quick look of triumph at Thomas, she began bouncing her breasts up and down slowly against the entrapped penis, watching entranced as the twin bulbs of its head emerged from the foreskin and retracted again.

With this seductive kneading, added to the eroticism of the previous ten minutes or so, it wasn’t long before Johnnie’s loins began to twitch involuntarily, his muscles clenching violently. All three watched in silence, engrossed in the action until, with a loud grunt from Johnnie, his loins jerked wildly, a jet of sperm suddenly burst from his stiffness, splattering Virginia’s chin, followed quickly by a second spurt onto her right shoulder.

“Yes!” Virginia cried loudly. “More!” as a third jet splashed on her neck, a fourth, fifth, and sixth following less quickly, spewing over the tops of her breasts.

Each squirt was accompanied by Virginia’s triumphant squeals of “More, more, more! Beautiful!”

After a slight pause, a seventh globule squirted over her breasts followed by two more, with lessening intensity, as he exhausted the last of his supply onto Virginia’s creamy orbs.

“I love it! What a lot!” she murmured as she shuddered again with an inner small orgasm at the excitement of watching Johnnie’s copious ejaculation. It was then that Johnnie realized that Thomas had photographed the emissions; every spurt.

Virginia looked down at her drenched breasts and squeezed Johnnie’s stiffness to extract the last drop of juice from its dark eye into her cleavage. Thomas was amazed at this show of virility. His own manhood was still partly swollen, lolling in a half-filled state. Virginia looked into his eyes with total happiness and gratitude, with Johnnie’s show of appreciation dribbling down her jawbone and smeared over her still-palpitating breasts.

Virginia lifted her breasts up to her face to lick away the sperm. Thomas’s stiffness was showing an uplifting interest but she was concerned for his stamina.

“Later, Thomas, eh?” she suggested huskily.

He turned away, stuffing his semi-stiff penis into his trousers.

“Good sense! Let’s eat now,” Thomas said as he zipped himself up, “and see how we feel later. What d’you say Johnnie? Are you ready to eat?”

Johnnie was still recovering from his bewilderment. “Yes, sure! That’s given me an appetite,” he agreed after a slight pause, watching Virginia’s swaying breasts as she stood and went quickly into the bathroom to clean herself up.

V Over dinner at a local French bistro, Virginia was specially exhilarated and attentive of Johnnie’s needs. She laughed rather louder than was justified by the small talk and was high-spirited during the whole meal. Thomas had ordered a bottle of vintage claret and insisted, in a show of rare geniality, on paying for the whole meal.

This was a surprise to Johnnie since the usual arrangement was that the visitor would pick up the tab and claim on his expenses.

The dinner was a particularly gay affair, with much wit, repartee and hilarity. Johnnie told one or two of the latest rude jokes and Virginia laughed uproariously at them, bending over Johnnie stroking his upper thigh under the table. This exposed her braless breasts beneath the flimsy blouse and Johnnie found himself unable to avoid stroking them casually as Virginia fondled the bulge in his trousers. Large brandies ended the meal and they walked back to the flat in a happy state.

As soon as they got into the flat, Virginia poured more stiff drinks, port for herself, whiskies for the men. Thomas disappeared into the bedroom as Virginia and Johnnie slumped on the settee giggling at the story of the magic penis and the unsatisfied princess. Thomas came back with a set of photos, which he handed to Virginia to show to their guest. To her embarrassment, they showed her in revealing poses during intimate moments in their lovemaking.

“We can’t show Johnnie these, Thomas.”

“Why not, for goodness sake. He’s already seen most of what they show!” Thomas sat in his chair with a grin.

“What on earth will he think of us?” Johnnie held his hand out for the photos.

“Why not let me be the judge of that.”

Virginia looked at him with a pleading look, then handed him the photos one at a time. Johnnie found them stimulating.

“These are marvelous!” he said, “Very sexy and stimulating! Such absolutely fantastic breasts.” He had never seen such an arousing spectacle before; and what stupendous nipples!

“Thank you, Johnnie. You can now examine the real things at more leisure. Everything was a bit rushed before dinner, wasn’t it?”

Virginia quickly unbuttoned her blouse, shuffled it from her shoulders, without the usual glance for Thomas’s approval. Then sat back into the corner of the settee, thrusting them forward to display them proudly to Johnnie’s admiring gaze. She smiled at his obvious admiration and, holding them up in the palms of her hands, pointed them at him.

“There,” she said. Johnnie leaned forward and planted an intoxicated nibbling kiss on each teat, which were once again swelling, like small balloons, with excitement.

Thomas was fitting a sound tape into the player. “Why don’t you take your skirt off as well?” Thomas asked. “We may as well see the lot whilst you’re at it.” Virginia looked at him in mock astonishment.

“Really, Thomas! Johnnie may not want that!” she said. “It’s not a pretty sight.”

Johnnie laughed. “Johnnie would love it!” he said. “Johnnie appreciates a good pair of knockers any time but, to tell the truth, he is strictly a fanny man at heart. That’s the real soft center of a woman.”

The music of Scheherezade was heard. Virginia stood up. “Say no more,” she said.

The waistband of her skirt was unclasped and, as it fell to the carpet, Virginia hooked her thumbs into the flimsy knickers, pushing them to her ankles. As she bent over, the globular cheeks of her magnificent bottom were displayed in all their glory. Stepping out of the clothes, Virginia posed as a classical statue, arms above her head, with a “tarrah!” and did a pirouette.

Then she performed a mock eastern dance with undulating hips and snaking arms. Johnnie was again in for a surprise; she was completely devoid of pubic hair on the groin and between her thighs. Totally depilated! Thomas was sat back in his chair smiling broadly with a tent-like shape to his trousers. He was clearly delighted.

For the first time, Johnnie had a real chance to examine Virginia’s body. It was truly magnificent but not especially attractive, not in the classical sense, anyway. She was fleshy! Not actually fat, but fleshy. Her much-praised breasts, dominating her entire body, were fleshy. Her belly was well rounded but fleshy and the wide, bare mound between her thighs was fleshy.

The fleshy thighs hid most of her plump vulva but he was intrigued with the small knob, for all the world like the end of a small circumcised penis, pushing its way out of the top folds of flesh between her thighs. It was glistening with her juices.

Everything about Virginia was fleshy and exaggerated; her breasts, her belly, her bottom, her clitoris, her thighs. Her legs were fairly short and plump, but in spite of the fleshiness, there was a strong sensuality about her, and Johnnie’s own manhood was getting aroused, stiffening quickly.

Thomas stood to remove his trousers, his eyes bulging with lust, as his wife performed an erotic dance for their benefit. Virginia was tra-la-la-ing to the music as she exhibited her body in the middle of the carpet with obscene movements. First she would stick out her bottom in an obscene gesture, then go down on all fours, flaunting her sloppy vulva.

Thomas was not a pretty sight, either. His belly was too fat whilst the white cheeks of his bottom sagged. His long, slender stiff protrusion looked more like a prop holding his paunch in place.

“Come on, Virginia,” he said, “It’s time for me to see another fellow’s prick fucking you. And here’s Johnnie!”

Thomas laid himself on the carpet, directing Virginia to kneel over him on all fours, her head over his groin, facing his feet. Virginia did as he asked, squatting over him with parted thighs above his face, braced on stiff arms placed either side of his thick waist.

“There, Johnnie, do you fancy sticking your prick into that?” Thomas asked.

Johnnie laughed to himself. It was all getting a bit grotesque. The alcohol had removed all thoughts of embarrassment.

“Why not?” He slipped out of his trousers and pants, knelt behind Virginia’s squatting body which displayed her bald vulva, wide open to his view. Johnnie stared at her crinkled, puffed inner lips pushing their way through the outer portals, exposing the soft honey-coated pink flesh of her deep orifice, dilating with lust. Above it, between the large cheeks of her bottom, the puckered brown hole.

Beneath that, Thomas’ face, eagerly waiting for the moment of entry. Taking hold of his solid shaft in his right hand, Johnnie placed it between the pink lips of Virginia’s opening. With his hands firmly on the cheeks of her bottom, he nudged the head of his prick against the flesh, rubbing it round the entrance to explore the outer folds before slipping the head into the opening.

Johnnie teased both Virginia and Thomas by edging his prick just inside then out again a few times before slipping it an inch further. The hard flesh tested the wet folds of inner dark opening before exploring the next inch. He felt Virginia’s inner muscles clenching and unclenching, clutching at him, trying to pull him inside. Bit by bit, he allowed his stiffness to inch its way into the warm flesh, until it had sunk effortlessly into her slick passage embedding itself into her up to the hilt.

Virginia whinnied with joy as she felt herself penetrated up to her belly, stretching her lips wide. Her fantasies were being realised – and the reality was living up to her eager expectations.

With his head positioned exactly below Virginia’s parted hips, Thomas’s was spellbound by the sight of his wife’s wet vagina being plundered by a stiff male part, watching engrossed as it eased its way into her secret shrine.

When Johnnie finally began in earnest to thrust in and out of her, Thomas was in the grip of turbulent erotic excitement. The inner lips clutched at Johnnie’s shaft as it withdrew, as if anxious not to let it go, before it was driven back hard into her again. It was the most mind-blowing, salacious thing Thomas had ever seen. Far more exciting than he had imagined it would be.

Virginia’s eyes were screwed up as if in pain. She cried out “Yes!” every time Johnnie thrust into her. The tension at her epicenter grew to a climax as she wailed shrilly, with rapturous ecstasy. Totally absorbed in her own debauchery, she was aware of Thomas’s pointed erection throbbing about below her face, a dribble of liquid on its extremity. She gobbled it into her mouth, licking it vigorously as she started the climb to her next climax, each step increasing the tension building up in her loins.

Johnnie was brutally kneading his fingers into the dangling breasts, the outsized nipples in the palms of his hand. He pounded his loins against her bottom, testicles slapping noisily against her sticky thighs.

Thomas was mesmerised by the sight.

Virginia had reached four rapid, almost continuous, shattering orgasms before Johnnie’s harsh gasp heralded his own crisis. She felt him ram hard into her, spurting into the deepest recess of her warm, womanly flesh with several violent, thrusting spasms.

When Johnnie finally withdrew his dripping flesh, sitting back on his haunches, Virginia’s vulva oozed and dripped onto Thomas’s face. Lowering her groin, she ground her lush, leaking vulva over his mouth and chin. A bemused Johnnie sat back, cock wilting, to watch Thomas lick the slime of mixed juices from her slit. Virginia frantically sliding Thomas’s stiffness in and out of her mouth until his loins began to jolt. She quickly reversed her position and sat on his erection just as it started spurting his depleted sap.

After a recovery period Virginia opened the bottle of champagne. There was much horseplay, trickling the effervescent wine down Virginia’s cleavage, placing the cork between the lips of her long slit. Combined with bawdy talk, Virginia fondled Johnnie’s phallus, watching it expand as it stiffened yet again.

When it had reached its full magnitude, Virginia straddled his lap guiding the ready shaft into her entrance once more. Thomas had the camera ready this time, taking a full roll of exposures, close-up, of Virginia impaling herself on the rigid flesh.

Virginia’s exaggerated orgasms were accompanied with cries of anguish as though she was being tortured, which in a sense, she probably was, until Johnnie was ready to splash deep into her for a second coming. She lifted herself off him at the critical moment, pressing his spurting part against her clitoris, collecting his gushes in her waiting hand, rubbing the stickiness into her bare groin with little squeals of delight.

Virginia seemed to be in a state of continuous convulsive orgasm. Thomas was, by this time, pumping his own stiffness. The lecherous sight of his wife rubbing the juices of another male into her groin and belly was enough to trigger his own less-copious release onto Virginia’s navel where she mingled it with Johnnie’s more abundant fluid. Thomas collapsed in his armchair, his dwindling manhood now lolling against his white thigh. His eyes were closed and his thin lips wore a thin smile of satisfaction.

Slumping back into Johnnie’s arms, she said “That was the best birthday present I have ever had in my whole life.” She cuddled into him, whispering softly in his ear “I adore you Johnnie. I’m completely infatuated with your beautiful prick. Please, let me keep it!” Johnnie kissed her lightly, roaming his palm over her luscious breasts.

“Better clean up,” he told her.

Johnnie finally retired to his own room. It was already turned two in the morning. He was still unsure how the whole evening had come about, amazed at how he had got himself dragged into such a scene. He reached no clear answer, but drifted into a sleep of exhaustion. He was up and away fairly early to catch a train to the Midlands.

During the journey, Johnnie pondered just how they would all react when the three of them met again, and whether or not he would be expected to repeat the exercise. But he needn’t have worried, as things turned out. News reached him the same afternoon that Thomas had suffered a heart attack that morning and was in intensive care.

After three days, Thomas was transferred to a private ward where he recovered slowly and was to convalesce for three months. Johnnie, of course, went with Virginia to visit him in hospital when he was next in London, and, after he had been discharged, at their flat – the scene of a night of debauchery.

The events of that fateful night were never referred to again and Virginia behaved towards him as she always had, full of life, as though nothing had happened. When asked by friends what had brought about the heart attack, Virginia merely said

“He’s been overdoing things a bit recently, I expect.”

In fact, as time passed, Johnnie sometimes wondered if the whole episode had been a dream, until one day, about two months later, an envelope marked PRIVATE appeared on his desk. Inside the envelope were the negatives of the photographs Thomas had taken. Nothing else.