The feel of the thick linen sheet on my nipples as I lay on the wide bed was intoxicating.  C had pushed my panties aside and was thrusting himself into me as I lay naked on my front, being watched by two couples and three men.  Who they were, I had no idea – and I didn’t care.  It was enough to be loved by C and pleasured by his manhood.

I don’t know why, but we rarely go to swinging clubs – I guess some aren’t as good as you’d like them to be, but we were enjoying our visit.  Earlier, sitting astride one of those wooden horses, back straight, bottom exposed, as I suckled C in the darkness of the dungeon room, two, or was it three men, played with my knickered bottom, it was bliss.  One sneaked a finger under the tightly stretched thong and rimmed me – naughty but very, very nice.  Then C had suggested we go to the pleasure room and feel the weight of others’ eyes as he mounted me.

‘Eyes’, or would it be ‘a yes’, I wondered.  You never can tell with C. That’s just one of the reasons I love him.  He does attend to my needs and my whims.

So, there we were, I’m sort of stretched out, his lovely penis pressing me down in to the mattress when there is another movement near me.  A redhead with a mass of curls is being looked after in a similar fashion.  I feel C alter the angle, I move to accommodate him and suddenly I meet first fingers then a warm mouth. The first seeks out my breasts and the wanton nipples aroused by the sheet.  The mouth finds my lips.  Hers are soft and full and mine meet and melt into hers.

She, like me, is moving in tandem with the man taking his pleasure in her, and we press and part in the ancient rhythm of sex.  Then C does something wonderful.  He turns me.  I’m now on my back, he is holding my legs apart while he re-engages himself and my breasts and mouth are there for the taking and she does.  Ravished by C, ravished by this redhead – different songs, different music, but they built to a counterpoint that had only one end!

Coming down, I realise C is offering to swap me for her – a personal loan.  No penetration, but sensual exploration.  Seconds later I find her man’s thick but short phallus in my hand, so I lift it to my lips and slide it into my mouth.  I sense that C is between her legs, licking and touching her, fingering the folds that at first protect and then peel apart to reveal her sex. 

I detect a small steel ball pinned to the root of his cock’s head.   You just have to lick it, touch it, kiss it.  It’s strange, but it’s thrilling, and I could feel it as it thrilled through him!  She, it turned out, had a steel bar nailed through her clitoris and C used that to make her cum.  And she came hard!

I knew my man wanted to cum, and he asked, could he cum in me?  But no, not this time, not now.  Who was he?  I turned over and indicated he could use my back and bottom as a safe landing for his passion.  As he did, one of the envious men watching us - he’d been the one who had put his fingers under my elastic – begged me to fondle him.  So, as I lay on my front again, my new partner spraying my back with his cum, C cradling his redhead as she pulsed with pleasure and came over his hand, I pulled his uncut penis twice, three times and he shot an aching arc of semen onto the clean sheets.  His had been a serious need!  With a gracious, “Thank you”, he quickly left.

That left the four of us and the watchers.  We subsided onto the bed with its multiple damp patches, a tangle of limp limbs, breathing hard, and grinning.  She was gripping C’s penis, I was having his sticky deposit rubbed into my breasts and C, as ever, was making sure I was OK.  And I was!

It was then, I remember, C, ever the gentleman, turning to the lady he had just fucked saying, “It’s really been a pleasure to meet you.”  And “Oh, by the way, what’s your name?”  “Hi”, she said smiling back, “My name’s Amanda, and this here is Keith.  Nice to meet you...”.