Cherida a hotwife from London writes in to us again.
Having discovered this site I find it all rather compelling and enjoy reading about the antics and encounters enjoyed by others.
Its been a few weeks since I wrote and confessed to my own adventures, since then we have been away on holiday for two weeks and I am now sitting in our car winding our way back through the French countryside tapping out this blog of what has just happened while we were away.
For those who may not have read my 1st blog/story, a very quick recap would be to say that we are a mature married couple who have relatively recently discovered a new dimension to our sexuality, which is to say that my husband gets off seeing or watching me (subtle difference between the two is that seeing can be live and in person while watching could be viewing on a screen be it live or recorded).
We rented a villa on part of a golf course complex, mainly because it had a lot of other facilities apart from golf, which funnily enough neither of us play! No matter the environment was idyllic and with the villa having its own private pool we found ourselves ensconced around the it and BBQ most of the time and hardly ventured out, which on reflection seems to have been a sin in itself. No matter.
Over the mid weekend we had friends come out to stay who we know very well having had children grow up together etc., a good time was had by all though the relationship is very vanilla. Our friends having left last Monday, today being Saturday and the day we had to leave but on Monday we were again on our own. Part of the complex where we were staying has a club house and a rather fabulous restaurant, enjoyed on more than a few occasions!
Anyway, during our first week there my husband met up and got chatting to a group of people most of whom were very keen golfers, hence them staying at that resort. Amongst them were a couple of ‘golf widows’ who my husband found himself chatting to at 3 or 4 different times, my reaction to this is another story though .
So with our weekend friends gone we found ourselves back in the club house and reacquainted ourselves with our new found friends from the week before. Laughing and joking as you do aided and abetted by the lovely French wine my husband got himself chatting to the two ‘golf widows’ and I found myself chatting to the respective husbands as the larger group began to disperse.
Now the holiday was to be just that, a chance to relax and recharge the batteries and any thoughts of sex and any encounters wasn’t on the agenda. However, a couple of innuendos in the conversation alerted me to the fact that there might be some interest of a more intimate nature, or was I just being a bit more relaxed than I thought and wishful thinking taking over? Our rather boozy get together ended with my husband inviting the 2 wives out to lunch the next day while the 2 husbands attempted to teach me how to play golf, us all agreeing to meet up at 11 am. mmmmmmmmm I wonder how much they intended to teach me flashed through my mind a few times???
As we made our way back to the villa, I began to tease my husband about the 2 wives, suggesting that he fancied them. He insisted not to, which I think was fairly genuine, one was very attractive and the other really was not, charming yes but no oil painting, I think he feared that if he tried anything he would draw the short straw. I on the other hand suggested that the two golfers were rather handsome and speculated that they were about 10 years our junior, which I happen to find very attractive too. ‘Let’s see how good they are at teaching me to play golf then’.
Back at the Villa my husband realised what I had in mind and became very aroused at the fantasy of the two guys playing with me, playing with me quite literally. I asked where the video camera was, just in case something might happen and we found our way back to our villa. That was the clincher for getting my husband really turned on.
11 am the next day, that was last Tuesday, came and we all turned up on the dot of 11 sounding out on the bells of the local church. Without further ado the ladies were whisked away by my husband to St Emillion about 35 kms away leaving me with the 2 golf teachers. I’ll dispense with all the carrying on that happened about getting me into the right shoes and a set of clubs from the pro shop etc., suffice to say we ventured out onto the course, a beautiful day, hot and a clear blue sky. My companions, Tom and James were best mates from college days and played golf together regularly. When we were fitting shoes, Tom suggested that my skirt wasn’t altogether that appropriate for golf, quite what he meant I wasn’t sure, save to say that if I stood in the right place with the sun behind me it was thin enough to see right through and with a fairly brief pair of panties on I suppose he could have meant that! Otherwise I was wearing a not too tight fitting blouse with the sexiest bra I could muster all rather sexy and daring without being too tarty I thought.
So we ventured onto the course, this bit got all serious. Advice coming from both sides and mostly conflicting I found it hard to concentrate, we struggled to get going, annoying the hell out of another ‘four’ who were due to follow us. (We let them go by). With the two of them arguing mostly as to what I was doing wrong I found the whole thing rather boring and no wonder I didn’t play, let alone think that it might lead to some sort of encounter. Meanwhile, husband was having a lovely time regaling stories of God knows what to his luncheon companions. ‘Who had the better deal?’ I began to question.
At the fifth hole I was almost becoming demented and close to tears with frustration (I hate not being in control), Tom had thrown his toys out of the pram at least twice over James advice and I had dug up more turf than was allowed by a whole team over a tournament I was told. JUST THEN… ‘OH LOOK!’ I exclaimed, ‘there’s our villa, shall we stop for a drink?’ Seemed like a good idea to me, hoping and wishing for the best. James agreed but Tom didn’t, so I was given the casting vote, which with no prizes for which way that went, fell on the side of stopping for a drink. Tom wasn’t keen at all and almost scuppered all hopes of any plan of anything. He finally agreed when he was persuaded to go for a swim, it transpired that their villa didn’t have its own pool, so he found that as ours did the idea became rather inviting.
Now I like to think I am not one to miss a trick, when it came to the conversation bit about Tom not having any swimmers, I said not to worry just strip off and I’ll get you a towel. Though Tom a bit more of your traditionalist English Public School Boy wasn’t having any of that so I suggested that I get a pair of my husbands for him. By the time I got back there was splashing coming from the pool and both chaps were in it. Apparently James pushed Tom in calling him an old prude and then followed him in himself, so both were fully clothed. I stood there laughing, threw the towels on the seats and looked on asking ‘Just what are you going to do now?’ As I said this I realised that my back was to the sun and that both men were looking straight at me, which meant they could see straight threw my skirt, my laughter slowly turned to a smile as I realised this and guessed what they were feasting their eyes on and what they were thinking of and so I re-asked the question. The answer was a resounding ‘come and join us’ Apart from not wanting to miss a trick, I pride myself on my thought processes at times, with an inward smile to myself at that moment, for having had the foresight to turn the video camera on which was set up on the sideboard so it captured a wide view of both inside the sitting room and out onto the terrace and pool where I was standing, not the clearest of shots at that distance I am sure but enough to stir anyone’s imagination as they watched the replay.
SO; stood before both chaps I let my skirt fall to the ground, undid my blouse and ventured more sedately that they had into the pool via the curved steps at the end wearing alot of modesty and my brief pair of panties. We sloshed around in the pool for a while during which I felt the brush of hands over me, more as a test as to my possible reactions than anything else, when it was apparent that there was no protest the brushes became more of a stroke and then progressed to a positive feel. To my amazement it was misery Tom who was being more forward. With hands and fingers becoming more adventurous ‘Shall we get out?’ I suggested. Which we started to do, James was pulling his tee shirt off and Tom was taking his shorts off, while I grabbed a towel. It was wonderfully obvious that both guys were turned on as their erections were clearly visible and neither of them seemed worried about the other noticing. Confident I thought, maybe they had been here before? James now naked took the towel from my hands and began to rub me down while Tom just leaned over and kissed me running his hands down the front of my body caressing my boobs. Then I felt hands all over me, very eager and very keen to explore all of me, a little chat asking questions to be reassured about my husband, the usual male egos to be soothed. Once done and they were happy and comfortable they were at me like a pair possessed, I had to slow them down.
We were still outside and I suggested that the sitting room would be a better place, though I was really thinking about the video camera. My only worry about that was that there is a little red light that comes on when your recording and I was afraid one of them would see it. I didn’t need to worry as they were both too keen to fuck me to notice anything else. Once in the sitting room they were both around me in an instant and so busy I almost didn’t notice my panties being pulled down. Tom had a long slimish cock with a very disproportionate head which gave for a lovely different feeling when finally he was pushing up inside me. James on the other hand, true to his confident demeanor had a very large long thick cock, ladies you know the sort, the wow, now that will give one that very full up feeling sort of cock. With hands and fingers playing all over me, and my mouth switching between cocks too spoilt to choose which one to suck more than the other it wasn’t long before I was gasping I have to admit like a rampant slut to have cock fucking me, its the sort of moment that I have discovered recently, when all sense and sensibility goes out of the window and the earthly want slut in me just craves lustful horny sex.
I am somewhat ashamed to say, that this was the 3rd and 4th guy that has fucked me bareback in as many months, on the moment I went with the notion that they are not players and are normally faithful to their wives thus rendering me safe, not something that I should do but I guess like so many women, you get carried away on the moment. That aside, what a lovely afternoon of being fucked it gave. Now I am not a petite little thing, nor am I a big woman, happily I slip between a size 12 and 14 (English)and stand 5′9″ tall, best assets are my tits 36 c which have lovely nipples that adore to be sucked, and sucked they were that afternoon. Such was the intensity of our indulgence and passion I got very very wet and found myself being pumped and pounded by these two very eloquent but sexy guys and then being spunked in by one and then enjoyed by the other and then again once a little inducement was given to aid a further erection ridden again. It seemed to go on and on though in truth we were only together at the villa for about and hour and a half.
On the second time around with me on all fours over James big cock, Tom came behind me and tried to enter me as well, by now I was feeling very horny and relaxed and well into dirty bitch mode and crying out to be fucked harder and harder. With me on top of James sliding up and down his cock Tom was busy behind enjoying a little encounter fingering my arse, after 3 goes he succeeded in getting both me and himself into the right position and slipped his cock in next to James big cock. So with both cocks fucking me in the same hole I got ridden and pounded to the most wondrous orgasm. The will was there to continue, and both men wanted to fuck my arse, but they had run out of steam having by their own admission had the best sex in ages, which I had to agree with. It didn’t stop them licking and fingering me to a further cum which was a wonderful surprize. SO then we decided to end on a high and agreed that I enjoyed my ‘lesson’ but that it would have to be a one off. They then left swaggering across the golf course in their partly dried clothes.
Husband meanwhile, ever the diplomat, knew the first thing I would do was to check my phone, where upon he had left a couple of messages saying he would wait for my ‘all clear’ call. So I called him. He had dropped his lunch companions off a little while earlier very the worse for wear and in no fit state to notice whether their husbands were home or not, least of all if they were shagged out or clothes soaking wet. He on the other hand, noble as ever, was sober, as was I! Happily and completely fucked but sober! A few minutes later he came in. Took one look at me, smiled and went for the video camera.
By now I had a glass of wine in my hand and he was flicking through the recording getting more and more aroused as he stopped and watched a bit then wound on a bit. ‘Why don’t you come here and I’ll tell you all about it and you can watch that later?’ So he put the recorder down and came over to the sofa. At first he sat at the other end of it as I was sprawled in the corner, I began to tell him how things had gone out on the golf course and this and that and arguing over this and advice. ‘Oh and by the way, my pussy is full of cum.’ At which point I splayed my legs to reveal a very very wet cum filled cunt. Then I just gestured him to come closer and whispered ‘LICK ME OUT PLEASE’ Which is something relatively new to us and still a huge turn on.
Fucked as was, I did enjoy that afternoon and on into the early evening. These experiences have given our sex life a huge new drive and dimension, I just love seeing my husband get so off on me telling him all about what has just happened and or knowing that he gets so turned on watching me being fucked, It seems that this formula gives me the best of all worlds, its just so fantastic. What is it that is such a turn on watching your husband lick you out after you have just been fucked? As for my husband he says he cannot explain the ecstasy of licking me out and then slipping his cock into me with yet more spunk then slipping around his cock. This was an occasion that was a wishful thought at first and at best a fantasy that in reality panned out better than expected.
Husband has watched the 98minutes of tape about 12 times already and wanked himself off each time he has done so. He gets embarrassed when I say that but he still does it and will do so again tonight when we stop. Just because I want him to do it.
There was a little brief encounter yesterday lunch time when James approached me outside the restaurant and asked if there was any chance??? He tried unsuccessfully to slip his hand into my panties while standing between two cars, and I just squeezed his cock teasingly and said NO.
Well that was my happiest ever holiday encounter. We are just North of Paris and going to stay in a lovely hotel that we know set in the middle of a forest. A nice meal, bottle of wine then me watching my husband watching me being fucked by James & Tom and with him wanking off to it, while I tease him playing with my rabbit… I might just spank him too, just to round the holiday off…. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Bye for now, Boo Hoo work calls on Monday morning.
You can read Cherida’s first submission here -
Business Trip Games
Submitted by: Cherida - UK