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Who Will She Choose to Fuck?
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Driving along the motorway to Edinburgh, I couldn't help but slip my hand under the hem of her little black dress. Inching higher up the sheer black stockings topped with red lace, she parted her thighs enough to grant access. As my finger met silk, I could tell she was already getting wet under her panties. Having second thoughts, and as she gently took my hand away, she said: "Too soon. We've got a party to go to." As I tried to concentrate on the road ahead, I wondered what I had let myself in for.
Getting Kinky in Glasgow
We'd "met" on the internet, in an old-style chat room. I can't remember the theme, but I am pretty sure it was about sex. We had started as friends with that mutual interest, I being her chaperone as she introduced me to a regular fetish night in Glasgow. She was the centre of attention for so many eyes — peroxide blonde, cute as a button in her strawberry red corset that pushed her ample bust to even more disproportionate size compared to her 4ft-11in frame, gold Kylie Minogue shorts almost perfectly designed for her pert bum, and slim, golden, fake-tanned legs made more shapely by killer red heels.
The fetish club allowed BDSM play, but because of Scottish licensing laws, no penetrative sex acts were allowed. This Edinburgh party was going to be different, though.
Well-Vetted Company
Organised by a guy Carrie had also befriended in the chat rooms, it was being held in a fancy townhouse hired especially for the occasion, and all the attending couples had to send photos to meet his approval. Sending the photos, both headshots and undressed, of us was especially daunting considering he was an ex-policeman, but we passed the test, and at least we knew the standard of couple was going to be reasonably high. As couples gradually arrived, our thoughts were confirmed.
A variety of ages, from early 20s to early 40s, but none of them you would kick out of bed... well, maybe the one older couple sitting on the sofa — she housewife-plain, he a balding dad-bod with workman's tattooed hands. One particular couple caught my eye — blonde, slim, beautiful, and confident; she reminded me of Goldie Hawn, and her partner was suave, like a male model or potential James Bond. First, though, the host gave us a guided tour of the three showhouse standard floors, buffet in the kitchen, and two bedrooms on each of the two upper floors, complete with condoms supplied.
As we returned to nibble at the food, he and Carrie flirted like they were old friends, and I thought for certain this rather charming, confident guy, about ten years younger than I and just slightly older than Carrie, would be having her for supper by the end of the night. I felt a slight pang of jealousy, considering although we had fucked a couple of times, we were not officially a couple yet.
Back in the living room for drinks, we chatted with a couple around my own age, early 40s; he was tall, blonde, and a bit of a lad-about-town joker, and she was also tall and slim, with dark brown, shoulder-length hair and was more sophisticated, opening up to us about their varied swinging exploits. They decided we should all venture upstairs, as the living room was beginning to empty.
Down to Business
The rules of the party were that a closed door is private — don't enter, and an open door means that you're welcome to join in or watch. On the first floor, we found a couple of pretty young girls already half-undressed on a bed, kissing and fondling one another as their smartly dressed partners watched. All of a sudden, the sophisticated brunette wandered over to the centre of the room, knelt down, and announced, "right, who wants their cock sucked?"
I felt a firm push in my back, and I looked behind to see Carrie smiling and ushering me forward as the brunette took a hold of my thighs and started loosening my belt, quickly followed by my zip. Obviously a bit of an expert at this, she had me hard, knees atremble in no time, along with her husband now standing beside me in her other hand. We ended up joining the two girls and their partners on the now-crowded bed, a sea of gradually more naked bodies.
My cock entered the brunette's welcoming pussy as we lie on our sides, and she sucked another guy's cock before I started to lick and finger a buxom young woman's naturally redhead lips from behind as she went down on the other young woman, but it gradually dawned on me that Carrie was nowhere to be seen.
Where's Carrie?
I looked around the house. I wondered if she was behind one of the closed doors fucking our host or maybe the stunning couple. But, although I heard the occasional moan wafting into the corridor, they were definitely not hers. Downstairs, I met the older couple again, and they told me that they believed Carrie was in a top-floor bedroom with a couple. My heart was racing as I climbed the stairs, and after pausing for a few moments outside and taking a deep breath, I decided to break the rules and open the door.
Carrie's Choice
There, naked in the middle of the room on a plastic mat, was a tangle of three bodies, with Carrie being fucked from behind as she licked his wife's pussy. I closed the door and took a seat, Carrie only momentarily glancing my way as I unzipped my trousers and started to stroke my now-hard cock. I had no desire to join in. She had chosen the oldest and least attractive couple. But she looked so hot, giving herself totally to them both.
She devoured the woman's curvy body — and his lucky erect cock — and they used her petite frame with wild abandon, finishing off with Carrie riding the woman's face in a 69 while finger-fucking her and sucking her standing husband before he exploded in her willing mouth.
They Couldn't Wait to Get Home
On the way home, I asked her, "why them of all people?"… "I knew they'd be dirty," she replied. So horny now, I couldn't wait until we got home, so I stopped in a motorway service station car park, walked 'round to the passenger side, pushed the back of her seat down, spread her legs, pulled her panties aside, and started licking her still wet and swollen pussy while imagining the cock there shortly before, her stilettoed feet pressing against the windscreen. Then, with no care for whether a few parked lorry drivers were being given a free show, I fucked her like never before.
Now with my wife, I still much prefer to join in with her fun, but that first sex party opened my eyes to the delights of watching my partner give and take pleasure with others — and, fortunately, she enjoys it, too.
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