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Lover No.14’s favourite whip!

No.5 was one of the first acquaintance’s we’d made at The Club. I’d found him rather overbearing . . . and far too pushy and over-confident for me to feel comfortable with at first. But he was almost a permanent fixture at the bar each time we arrived, and over the weeks as we got to know him a little better I became more accepting of his compliments and teasing chatter. I’d seen him giving a head and shoulder massage to one of the other ladies at the bar on one occasion and told him I loved having my back and shoulders massaged as well. He was quick to oblige of course . . . and it was actually marvellous and very relaxing. But I still told Hubby that I found him “intriguing” rather than “interesting” and that I had no desire to play with him. And anyway, he was clearly popular with other ladies and couples, as he always disappeared off into one of the rooms as the evenings developed. But he’d given Hubby his number and would always greet us saying “You still haven’t called me! I’ll give you a proper full massage, you won’t be disappointed!”

As Hubby drove me to the station on Thursday morning, he reminded me that the kids would be returning home on the weekend and the luxury of having the house to ourselves would be over for the summer. He teasingly joked “why don’t we see if we can end the week with a special home massage”. I didn’t get exactly what, or who, he meant at first . . . but the tingles of excitement of the last few evenings went rippling through me as he explained exactly what he was suggesting.  “No, we couldn’t do that!” I gasped at him in genuine surprise that he’d even thought of it, “and anyway, I’m sure it would be much too short notice for him”. But I could tell by his wicked grin that he loved the idea and, despite my protestations, I found the thought of it quite exciting as well.

He texted me several times throughout the day asking “can I call him?” It was the first thing he said when he arrived home that evening and as we collapsed together onto the sofa I found myself surrendering beneath his kisses, excitedly blurting out “Oh go on then. But he won’t do it, I think he’s all talk”.
But I was to be proved very wrong . . .

Friday evening began as the previous Monday and Wednesday had . . . rushing home from work, showering and preparing the living-room table with drinks and nibbles. This was completely different in every other respect though. I was nervous and apprehensive, even a little angry as the doorbell rang and I hissed to Hubby “I can’t believe I’ve let myself be talked into this”.

He was just as he was at the Club, walking in larger than life and full of himself as he hugged and kissed me as though we were long-term lovers. He handed me a satchel he was carrying as Hubby passed him a glass of wine. “I’ve bought something for the massage” he grinned. I gasped, and then burst out laughing as I opened it up to see, curled between what I took to be two bottles of oil, a red and black handle of what could only be a whip! I handed him back the bag, laughing and shaking my head and telling him “I’m not into bondage!!!”

“No, no” he laughed in reply, “it’s not bondage, it’s just for play” and he handed the bag over to Hubby who I could tell was as genuinely surprised as I was.

Whether it was the wine, the cheek of his entrance, or the intrigue of wanting to know more, the next hour’s conversation just flew by. I was certainly a little tipsy by the time Hubby led us upstairs to the bedroom. Instead of the gradual kissing and caressing of our previous evenings during the week, I had to straight away just take my robe off myself, and then lie down completely naked on my tummy on to the bed.

His massage was even more wonderful than it had been at the Club. His hands worked across my shoulders and down to the small of my back and then up again . . . and his fingers ran up from my neck onto the back of my head and then gently around my scalp. “You’re messing my hair” I whimpered, but it was more of a relaxing whisper than a protest. As he worked his hands down onto shoulders again I could feel his kneading becoming stronger and the pushing and squeezing more pronounced.

“You’ll send her off to sleep if you make her too relaxed” I heard Hubby telling him. “She won’t fall asleep, don’t you worry” he replied . . . and then just brushed his hands down over my spine, so quickly with one hand after the other, in such a way that it made me jump with the sudden change in pressure and sensation. And as his hands worked over the cheeks of my bottom I felt those first warm tingles of arousal mingling with the relaxing release of my muscles.
His hands stroked all the way down to my ankles, and up to my bottom again . . . and again and again. And then down again to my ankles, this time pausing to lift my legs wider apart . . . before I felt the palms of his hands pushing up over my back again, up to my shoulder blades, pushing me into the bed with the pressure.

It was heavenly . . . physically the best massage I’ve ever had, mixed with the sensual wondering at the feelings of warmth and wetness between my legs, and the images of our situation running through my mind, and my nakedness and vulnerability lying, as I was, still face down on the bed.

Then suddenly it came, that first touch as his fingers brushed just for an instant between my inner thighs. Just a gentle, momentary brush . . . but it was like a sharp jolt . . . a tingle that I wanted more of. His hands gripped me by my hips and lifted me up off the bed, “bring your knees up, open them wider” he was telling me as he lifted me a little higher. He then ran his hands back down over my back and down to my shoulders again. It was a different feeling now, soothing still but stimulating and arousing as well, as I wondered just where his fingers and hands would be moving to next.

He ran his hands down and up my back again and then around under my armpits reaching round to brush each hand over my nipples. I moaned as I felt them moving up from my stomach again, this time pausing to squeeze my breasts with the cupped palms of his hands. Then up to my neck and down to my nipples again . . . pausing longer and squeezing harder as he repeated each movement. My moans turned to a louder gasp . . . much louder . . . as suddenly I felt the palm of one hand sliding between my legs from behind me rubbing up over my pussy lips. “You’re very wet” he told me as he slid his hand back again, sliding it slowly back and forth and with slightly more pressure with each wipe.

He paused again, and I sensed him stepping back from the bed for a moment. “Stay still” he told me, “you’ve got to hold your position”.

Suddenly I felt the weight of the whip handle being placed onto my back and the tingle of thin rubber strands being draped between the cheeks of my bottom. The sensation was like something I’d never felt before. I could feel what it was, but I couldn’t see it. I shuddered with the feeling and wanted to twist my bottom but he told me again to stay still. I felt the ends of the strands tickling my ankles as he moved closer behind me and gently parted my legs a little, his hand sliding up over my pussy again. His hand was rubbing back and forth again. “So wet” he said again. And then I felt his fingers sliding between my lips and pushing up inside me. I was moaning loudly again and twisting on my knees as his fingers stroked in and out. “Stay still” he said again. But it was impossible not to be moving with the ecstasy of his fingers fucking me.

I felt the whip handle being lifted off my back and the strands tickling over the soles of my feet. I knew I was coming just from his fingers and these completely new sensations rippling through me. Suddenly I felt the smack of the whip slapping down onto the bedcovers beside me. I heard the swish and felt the motion of his slapping next to my hips as he slapped it down onto the bed again, and then again. His fingers were still fucking me but I tensed myself on them as I sensed the next slap coming down onto the sheets again. It did and I gasped again, relaxing and tensing with the rhythm of the next slap I was expecting. But this time the swish slapped across my buttocks. I let out a loud cry . . . not with pain because it didn’t hurt . . . but with the surprise of suddenly feeling it on my skin. I knew he was going to whip me with it, but hadn’t even had the time to think of preparing myself for it. A second swish followed and then a third and fourth. It wasn’t hurting, just a flicking sensation tingling across my cheeks. I’d gasped with the surprise of it, almost giggling that it wasn’t how I’d expected it to feel.

I gasped much more loudly as he pulled his fingers out of me and spread my knees a little wider. I felt him leaning forward and licking his tongue down the crease between my bum cheeks . . . and lingering with it over my bum hole. His fingers slid in-between my legs from underneath me again and his tongue pushed and probed harder. Suddenly he pulled away and this time I heard the swish of the whip before I felt it hit me, slapping across the cheeks of my bum with more force this time. “Ooohh, fuck” I gasped out, not with pain but with loving all the sensations and feelings rippling through me. It slapped down across me again. Then with quicker and harder swishes and this time up over my back. I could tell by the sound, and sense by the force of the slaps, that he’d stepped back from the end of the bed a little.

Several more slaps followed in quick succession. Across my lower back and then across my bum cheeks again . . . and then the backs of my thighs. I was certainly feeling it more now! A stinging sensation rather than a pain I couldn’t take. I was twisting my bottom again, from one side to the other to meet each swipe as it came. “Stay still” he commanded again. “I fucking can’t” I groaned my response and then gasping out again as several harder swishes followed.

“Aarrgh” I cried out as suddenly he swiped upwards directly between my legs, the rubber strands slapping across my pussy, this time it did hurt. I felt him drop the whip down onto the pillow in front of me. I saw it there inches from my face as I opened my eyes, gasping at the sensation of feeling him pushing his fingers into me from behind again. I was lost completely in the moment now. I could feel a slight tingling in my bum cheeks and wonderful pushing, stroking motions up into my pussy. I could feel him shuffling closer behind me as he pulled his fingers away. My forehead was resting on the strands of the whip lying across the pillow. I opened my eyes to look down between my knees and saw him rolling a condom onto a quite thick looking cock. I knew I probably hadn’t supposed to be seeing his preparation, but the feeling as he just suddenly pushed it into me was still a surprise and a gasping out-aloud moment. I closed my eyes again and steadied myself as I felt him lifting himself up onto his haunches and pushing my head further down onto the pillow in front of me. I pushed the whip handle away and pulled the pillow into me as I felt him pumping quite forcibly into me now. I was starting to come again, but he slowed and stopped for a moment. I suddenly knew why as I groaned out aloud “Oh fucking hell, gently” as I felt a finger pushing into my bumhole. He started thrusting with his cock again now, I could feel it . . . and feel the pressure of his finger in my bottom pushing against it as well.

Hubby told me later that my gasps and groans were the most “guttural” that he’d ever heard me make, as I came with shuddering spasms and a loud “fffuuck” as I felt that release of his finger pulling out as I fell forward into the pillow. I wanted to be curling up into myself and enjoy the aftershocks of my come, but he rolled me over onto my back almost straightaway and knelt between my legs so that I couldn’t pull them up into me. He reached for the whip from above my head somewhere. “Oh no I couldn’t!!!” I gasped out, half giggling but half worried that now just wasn’t the time for more slapping. “Don’t worry. No more whipping” he laughed. Instead he held the whip up above my tummy, dangling the strands down so that they just touched my skin. He was moving it back and forth over me, the stands tickling over my stomach at first, but then up to my nipples. Suddenly I was moaning again, gasping with the feelings and sensations of seeing him crouching over me, his bagged erection wobbling as he ran the strands around and around over my nipples, up into the small of my neck and then right down over my tummy to my pussy. I had to lift my hips up just to meet the tips of the rubber and then twist my hips as he’d stopped twirling the strands.

“Come and tickle your wife” he turned to ask Hubby who had been sitting all this time in our corner chair. I moaned again as I felt the whip, now in new hands, dangling up over my nipples again. “They’re so hard” Hubby was telling me as he reached over with his free hand to pinch at first one, then the other. I groaned even louder as he asked if I was liking it. I had my eyes tightly closed again now as I managed to gasp out a “fucking hell” response . . . I could now feel No.5 rubbing his hardness over my clit as he spread my legs wider. Then he was inside me and thrusting forward, pushing my head back against the pillows with the force of his pumping. He lifted my legs up, holding them by my ankles tightly together in front of him. Hubby had dropped the whip and was now leaning over me sucking and squeezing at my nipples and then kissing my ears and whispering “what’s he doing to you sweetheart?” “Oh god, I’m coming, I’m coming” was all I could respond.

I came again with such a loud scream that it actually stopped them both for a moment. I opened my eyes suddenly sensing that they’d lifted away and then just dropped my head back onto the pillow gasping out “Oh, I fucking love it”. I wanted to roll over onto my side again but No.5 was still holding my legs up together and had started thrusting again. I looked up at him and could tell from the way his eyes were tightly closed, and the expression on his face that he was going to come as well. His explosion sent more little waves through me, just loving the feeling that I was making someone else come as well. He dropped my legs and leant forward into me holding my hips and thrusting with several more strokes. I opened my eyes again to look at him and then across at Hubby who was kneeling on the bed next to us and holding his own erection tightly in his hand. I was just about to reach across to stroke him when he suddenly let out a loud gasp of his own and I saw a jet of white spurt onto my neck. I felt the wetness and then several more splashes onto my chin and cheek. We were all gasping and laughing together, No.5 falling across my legs and rolling over onto the empty side of the bed whilst Hubby had collapsed next to me. I had to lift up and reach over him for the tissues as I could feel his cum dribbling down off my chin and neck.

The men recovered first, laying either side of me stroking my arms and legs and letting me doze off into an exhausted, but totally relaxing sleep from which I didn’t awake until I felt myself alone on the bed. I sat up with a start to see No.5 fully dressed and sitting in the chair putting his shoes on. “Oh, I’m so sorry” I said to him “I didn’t mean to fall asleep”. He laughed and said “it was great to see you come like that. Obviously, it totally relaxed you”. Hubby came back into the bedroom, completely naked, but with a large glass of water for No.5. “I’ve told him he’s welcome to say”, he said. “Oh, yes” I pleaded, “I loved that massage!!!”. Hubby looked across at me and said “I think you enjoyed more than just the massage”.

Despite our invitation, and my teasing that “I’ve had a sleep, I’m refreshed now. Don’t you want to show me more of your whip!” No.5 replied “There’s much more than just the whip to show you. But that will have to be for next time!”

After showing No.5 out, Hubby snuggled back into bed flicking at my nipples with his tongue, “They’re still so hard! Is that from thinking about next time?”

“Fucking hell yes. Can we make it soon please!” I swooned . . .

Arrivals & Departures

I’m so excited!!!! I’ve just had my first short-story “The Balcony” . . . and a NEW story “Arrivals & Departures” published on Smashwords.

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Such an exhausting, but thrilling, week . . . a week of three different lovers in five days! And . . . three new experiences (inviting someone we’d met at The Club to our home for a “sleep-over”, letting Hubby video me in action, and . . . well, I’ll leave that last new experience until I post about the evening it actually happened on. So you’ll need to be patient with me!!)

We’d first met No.4 at our swinging club some months ago. It had been a “burlesque” theme night (hence the picture above). I’d dressed all in black with my black nipple tassles, gloves and stockings and suspenders. He was cheeky and chatty and we ended up playing briefly then, and then for longer interludes in the “lockable room” on several occasions since. We had actually exchanged mobile no’s on that first meeting and he had sent a text the very next day to say how much he’d enjoyed being with us. I’d sent a polite “thank you, me too” text back as a reply. A week later he messaged again to ask if we’d be visiting the club that weekend. I had to tell him that we weren’t able to make it on that occasion but would let him know the next time we planned to visit. Timing was good for us the following weekend and we let him know we would be going along . . . and sure enough he was already at the bar when we arrived. We played again that night, and then again several weeks later when we’d again told him we would be at the club.

Our times together in the room were a little longer on each subsequent occasion, but it was from our chats at the bar that made both Hubby and I agree that he was different from most of the other single guys we’d met at the club. And, in the aftermath,of one passionate after-club session with Hubby I found myself very, very aroused by his suggestion that it would be fun to entertain “No.4 at home for a sleep-over”. After I’d recovered from the explosion of the sensations brought on by that suggestion, I asked Hubby if he was really sure we could, or should, be doing that. He pointed out that we’d both said after each of our club-sessions with him how different, sensible and genuine he’d seemed.
So as we lay in bed, winding down that Sunday morning, I messaged him to ask if he was interested in joining us the following evening. His reply was almost immediate . . . “would love to”

I’d been quite apprehensive and nervous at work all day and even talking in the car with Hubby on the way home from the office I told him I still had misgivings about actually inviting someone back to our home. I fussed about in the dining room setting out nibbles and glasses whilst Hubby showered . . . it wasn’t until I was under the shower myself that I began to tell myself it was “too late to turn back now”. Hubby set off to pick up No.4 from the station whilst I re-did my make-up and chose my favourite silk robe . . . there was no point in dressing up in one of my club-outfits, he’d already seen me naked. Much better to feel comfortable, after-all we all of us knew why we’d invited him!

He was very complimentary about my robe as he returned my kiss on the cheek by way of a greeting. But that first half an hour was still nervously awkward and difficult as the three of us sat chatting and sipping at our wine. The conversation did flow naturally of course into each of our adventures at the club and our reasons for visiting in the first place, and our fulfilment and enjoyment since. Eventually though it fell to Hubby to finally suggest we go upstairs.
Once in the bedroom though all our inhibitions seemed to instantly vanish . . . just as though we were in the familiar territory of the “lockable room” back at the club. The evening that followed though was anything but like the 30 minutes or so we’d previously experienced at the club.

No.4 and I lay back on the bed, me still in my robe him still in his shirt and trousers. Our slow kissing and fondling was so completely different, and seemingly more passionate, than what we had experienced at the club. It was as though we were discovering each other for the very first time. And amazingly it seemed even more passionate and exciting. Even Hubby (who was sitting watching in the corner) told me later it was so much more sensual and arousing than anything he’d seen me do before.

Our fondling slowly became more amorous and adventurous . . . I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands up over his chest, then lay back as he carefully untied my robe. I heard myself gasping loudly even before he bent his head forward to suck at my nipples. I was loving returning his deep tonguing kisses (he’d never kissed me like this at the club) whilst I undid his belt and then struggled to slide his trousers and pants down over his erection. I had remembered his lovely cock . . . I’d thought about it lots of times since that first encounter at the club . . . it wasn’t anything out of ordinary in size but just such a lovely shaped head and smooth shaft. Images of it were once again flashing through my mind as I stroked my hand down over it as I freed it from his pants.

I lost my grip though as he pulled away to slide his mouth away from my breasts and down over my tummy to my already tingling lips. I felt his tongue gliding over me and then a delicious sucking feeling pulling at my clit. His fingers followed quite quickly, too thick sliding into me to be his tongue . . . and too deep and too fast. And the pushing quickly got faster and faster, so fast and so delicious I had to open my eyes and look down. He was crouching over me and I could see, as well as feel, his hand slapping against me as his fingers were thrusting in and out of me. I knew I was already gasping quite loudly with each thrust, but had to throw my head backwards onto the bed and close my eyes again. Groaning out loudly “oh fucking hell, what are you doing to me”. I could almost hear the wetness, the slurping and slapping sound as his fingers pushed in and out of me.

The come was huge, I was conscious only of screaming out and having to reach down and push his hands away as I rolled over onto my side pulling my legs up into my chest. Only minutes ago we’d been cuddling and caressing and slowly undressing each other and now I was curling myself up into a ball, moaning and groaning with the exertion and release of the waves and ripples of a wonderful orgasm.

Instead of suddenly having to remind myself where I was and quickly, and self-consciously, having to get up and get dressed as we would have if we’d been at the club, the release of just rocking back and forth on my own bed, in my own home, was such a wonderful, luxurious, indulgent sensation. I had all those thoughts washing over me . . . and the soothing feeling of his hands gently stroking down over my arm and over my buttocks and calves . . . and all the way down to my ankles. It was glorious, and lovely . . . and selfish all rolled into one.

Hubby tells me the stroking only lasted a few minutes or so, but it felt like half an hour or more . . . until I was conscious of being straightened out on my back again and my legs being eased open. He was kneeling beside me now, one hand stroking over my breasts, the other sliding over my pussy again. Over my lips and already sliding around and around over my clit. I opened my eyes to see his erection poking up between his legs as he knelt there. I reached over to grasp at it, squeezing the palm of my hand around it as I felt myself unbelievably responding again, already, to his fingers rubbing over me. I turned my head across to the other side of the room. Hubby was still in his chair, but naked now too, and his own cock was standing straight up erect from his lap. I reached out motioning with my free hand, seconds later he was standing at the side of the bed next to us and I was wrapping my fingers around his cock as well.

I felt him stroking his hand down between my legs as well, now two hands sliding and rubbing and probing. I could feel fingers pushing in again now, but not Hubby’s. He’d lifted his fingers up towards my face exclaiming, “My God M, you’re so wet, the bedclothes are sopping wet”. I looked up at him for a moment, cursing inwardly that he’d interrupted my momentum . . . and then feeling No.4’s thrusting fingers again, I managed to gasp out “let me suck them then”. The taste of myself on his fingers was like another surge of the excitement and passion of the occasion. I pushed his hand downwards over my tummy again. I felt No.4 shifting . . . I opened my eyes to watch Hubby’s fingers replacing his as he knelt up and started sliding a condom over his erection. I still had my eyes open as he reached up with a hand on each of my knees and pushed himself forwards into me. Hubby stepped away and I felt myself straightening back on the bed and curling my legs around No.4’s back as he stroked into me. His pushing was slow and rhythmic at first and with Hubby leaning forward to start pinching and sucking at my nipples, I felt glorious as I arched my back to push my hips into him. The feeling of both sensations was wonderful. I tried to reach my arms out to grip at his shoulders, Hubby lifted away again to let my hands reach No.4’s arms. Then I was gasping loudly again as he lifted my legs upwards and over his shoulders and his stroking turned to pumping and then to quickening thrusts and deep, deep pounding. I was crying out and he was gasping and groaning and then shaking . . . I knew he was coming, I threw my head backwards into the pillow again gasping out “Oh that’s nice, fucking love it, fucking love it.”

His shuddering continued for several more thrusts, slowing with each push until he pulled away completely, rolling me onto my side again and then collapsing down beside me. I came as I was straightening my legs, shuddering and loudly gasping out my own come as I felt Hubby cuddling into my chest. I was squeezing his hand and pulling him further into me as I could hear, and feel on my back, No.4’s gasping breaths as well. We lay and rested in recovery mode, with Hubby the first to break the silence, telling me (or both No.4 and I) how “that was just the most incredible thing to see”.

We fucked several times more in the hours that followed with truly wonderful turns of fingering and massage and sucking and licking and followed again by more fucking and fingering. Eventually all three of us dozing off cuddled together in exhausted relaxation.

Hubby woke up first, whispering in my ear as No.4 lay gently snoring beside me, that he’d never seen me come so many times! And, he was ready for more! It was 6 a.m. and the morning light was already beginning to lighten the room behind the curtains. I whispered my protest that we’d have to be getting up to go to work in less than an hour . . . but my nipples were already erect under his fingers. As he began licking and sucking at them, my muffled moans and the gentle rocking of my body as he cuddled next to me, had obviously woken No.4. His hands were now stroking over me as well. It was he who sat up first, rolling me over onto my back again and sliding his hands down between my legs . . . and then those fingers, sliding and slipping and then pushing and thrusting . . .

I came twice more . . . Hubby says even more loudly than the night before . . . so loudly that he was sure the neighbours wouldn’t have needed their wake-up alarms! It was wondrous and as Hubby drove the three of us to the station for our journeys into work, we all agreed it had been more thrilling and exciting than any of us had thought it could be.
What a lovely start to the day . . . and what a lovely start to what was an amazing week!!!