I was absolutely shattered on getting home, and enjoyed a very good and peaceful night’s sleep.
On waking up in the morning I had a very pleasant breakfast with my great aunt. She asked if I had enjoyed myself the previous evening. I told her I had a lovely time in a quiet Cafe Bar. She had no idea of the type of fun I had actually enjoyed with my two older lovers.
I got myself ready to go jogging again mid-morning, popping on one of my skin-tight lycra jogging bottoms and another crop top. On arrival at the park I was pleased to see that Helmet and Franz were both sitting at the usual bench.
I jogged over to them saying good morning and was met with warm hugs and kisses from them both. They asked if I had slept well saying they had had a fantastic evening. I told them I slept like a baby. I was so tired and exhausted.
Franz laughed saying, “If you thought that was exhausting wait until you see what we have in store for you tonight.”
I kissed his cheek teasingly running my tongue over my lips. “I can’t fucking wait to see what you have for me,” I said to them both as I winked and jogged off for my first lap of the park.
On nearing them again they waved me over and made space for me on the bench. We chatted for a good 5 minutes as the guys outlined their plans for the evening.
They asked if I was still game for Stefan and Peter to join us. I confirmed that I was and that I was really looking forward to meeting their friends, especially if they were as naughty as they were.
Helmet confirmed that both of the guys were excited at the prospect of meeting me, saying, “I think you will especially like Stefan. When he cums he does so very heavily and he is what is known as a repeater.”
I smiled and Helmut said, “Oh I guess from the look on your face you know what that means.”
I kissed him on the cheek running my tongue around his ear. “It means as well as a couple of spunk loads from you two, hopefully Stefan is going to give me even more. I want fucking lots of it tonight. I want it on my face, all over my tits and I want my cunt and arse fucked hard and creamed.”
Franz asked Helmut what I had whispered to him, and as I jogged off for another lap I winked saying in German, “He will tell you don’t worry.”
After another lap I was once again with my two older admirers, with Franz telling me that Helmut had informed him of what I had said to him.
We arranged to meet at the park just after 7 p.m. as I had a busy schedule planned with my great aunt for lunchtime and early afternoon.
I asked the guys what they wanted me to wear, expecting them to say something slutty or sexy, and was surprised at them both telling me to just come casually dressed if I didn’t mind as they had an outfit at the flat ready for me.
Franz told me, “Bring a pair of heels and that will suffice,” adding, “Oh and of course your anklet.”
I told both my older lovers that I was very excited at the prospect of the fun we would be having later that night. I gave them both a little kiss, sampling their tongues once more before heading back to my great aunt’s to spend the afternoon with her. I had a lovely afternoon in the knowledge that I was going to be having some very filthy fun that evening.
My husband rang me as I was out having a late lunch with my great aunt. He was teasing me on the phone, asking me to tell him about all the cocks I had enjoyed the night before.
With my great aunt sitting across the table I could hardly tell him. Mercilessly, he teased me knowing full well that he was turning me on by asking me things like, if they had cum all over my face, if they had licked my pussy and if I had enjoyed sucking on their cocks.
I text messaged him back once he had hung up with much more explicit details on how I had been fucking with the two older men the night before. I also told him that I was meeting them again that night, and this time they were bringing two more friends.
I received a simple text message back from my husband in which he simply wrote, ‘you are a fucking slut and I love you.’
My great aunt asked me if Mike was missing me, and I said, “Yes, he is missing me very much and that is why he had just been texting me.” After our lunch my aunt and I spent some time together looking around some old antique shops before heading back to her home.
The afternoon went very slowly. We were back home soon chatting and I was generally spending time with my elderly relative. By the time it came for me to get ready I had the usual feelings of butterflies and excitement in my stomach.
I told my aunt I was heading out for a couple of quiet drinks, and that I had met a couple of fellow Brits whilst in the bar the night before. This gave me a bit of a cover story for going out again.
I followed my standard routine and had a nice long hot bath with plenty of bubbles and once again paid attention to my pussy, ensuring it was completely smooth and void of all pubic hair.
I dressed very conservatively, wearing a pair bursa escort of jeans and top with a pair of calf length boots. I took one of my larger handbags with me and in this I popped a pair of red colored, strappy high heels, a pair of black stockings, my white leather mini skirt and one of my vibrators.
I walked to the park with butterflies in my stomach and my usual tingling sensation in my pussy.
At about 7:30 the two guys met me at the bench and we took the slow walk to Franz’s apartment once more.
They told me that Peter and Stefan were already there and looking forward to meeting me. They thanked me again for agreeing to join them for another night of fun and asked me to text message my husband passing on all of their thanks. I did this whilst walking to the apartment with them, receiving an instant reply from Mike telling me to have a good time.
I was surprised to receive a phone call from him a couple of minutes later, as we were still walking to the apartment. He said he’d managed to slip away from my cousins for a couple of minutes, and just wanted to wish me all the best for the night.
Franz asked if he could speak to my husband and Mike agreed to talk to him. Helmut and I walked off holding hands. My husband talked to Franz briefly a couple of paces behind us.
I heard Franz saying, “Thank you again, Mike,” and then I clearly heard the words ‘utter slut’ and ‘dirty bitch’ and then Franz saying, “Yes, we will certainly do that don’t worry.” He passed me the phone back and my husband had already hung up.
I asked him what they had chatted about and Franz said that he had just been honest with my husband about how Helmut and he had enjoyed themselves and how they found my behavior the previous evening. Mike had some special instructions for them for that night.
I asked what that was nervously, to which Franz replied, “You will just have to wait till later to find out.” All three of us then walked together, with me once more holding hands with both of the guys as we did so.
We arrived at the apartment and I met Peter and Stefan for the first time. I had obviously seen both of the guys in action on the video the evening before but that had been taken some years in the past. Peter was a very suave looking gentleman, again in his late 60s (67 to be precise), dressed very smartly in a suit, shirt and tie.
Stefan looked a little bit more laid back, just casually in chinos and a very smart shirt. He had a very noticeable twinkle in his eye as he met me and appeared to be a right charmer. Both of their English was excellent, once again putting my German in the shade.
They both explained to me that they had worked extensively in the UK over a period of time on business and the grasp of the language had come as part of their working lives. Both men gave me very tender pecks on the cheek as I entered, telling me that I looked very pretty and that Helmut and Franz had not done me justice in their descriptions.
I joked with them saying, “You are all a bunch of charmers and I think you are trying to charm my knickers off me.”
Stefan then joked, “I think that will be rather easy as they’re still lying in the hallway today.”
I joked back saying, “Yes and I have another pair on, that I hope you will have them joining those later on the floor.”
Stefan was quipping back with me that he was surprised that I had bothered even wearing knickers, as from the description of my behavior from both Franz and Helmut of the night before, I seemed the type of wife who may not bother.
We settled down and had some nice drinks and chatted to get to know each other a little bit better. At this point I was still dressed quite casually but the guys noticed my large handbag sitting beside the settee.
As the talk got a little bit naughtier and Peter was complimenting me on my figure and on my ‘delicious ass’ I was asked what I had brought along in the bag.
“I have been instructed not to bother dressing up, as you have picked out some sort of outfit for me. But just in case I packed a couple of things. I leant over picking up my bag and took out first the pair of red stiletto shoes.
They all agreed they would be an excellent addition to the lingerie they had chosen for me to wear. I also showed them the white leather mini skirt that I had worn the previous night before and once again the guys said that it would go very nicely.
Franz added, “You can wear that certainly to start with, although I suspect it will be bunched up or pulled off you completely within a matter of minutes.”
On spotting my vibrator in my bag, Helmut was chuckling saying, “It looks like you have brought one of your own toys as well.”
I laughed back saying, “I wasn’t sure whether you would be wanting me to use a toy on myself at some point again, so I thought I had better bring one.”
This caused a bit of an outburst of laughter from them all and when I enquired as to why, Franz said, “Just wait a minute and I will
show you why we are laughing bursa escort bayan my dear.”
He walked into his bedroom and came back with a large bag. It contained not one, not two, but three different types of vibrator and toys.
The small bullet clit stimulator was one of them which I had used to such good effect the evening before. He passed it around so the guys could inspect it and even smell it saying, “It definitely smells of her pussy.” The other two toys were a large white vibrator and a very large double ended dildo. On seeing that I smiled saying, “Oh I have one of those at home.”
Peter said, “That is good because you will be using it in both holes later on!”
We continued drinking and chatting for at least another half an hour and it was clear the guys were trying to get me settled and at ease. No one had really made any sort of move towards me at this point other than gentle kisses on the cheek and very nice compliments.
After a few more minutes, things began to heat up a little bit and I was asked to stand up and show my two new fellow admirers my full figure. I felt a little self-conscious standing up and parading around in front of these old men, still fully dressed.
I know it sounds weird but these moments before the fun happens are often some of the most nerve-wracking for me.
Once again, the compliments flooded saying that I had a ‘beautiful figure’ and my ‘ass was delightful’. Peter added that my tits looked “firm and very suckable”, from what they could see in my top.
I finished my drink and Franz said, “It’s time for you to have a little bit of fun, if that would be ok, Anna?”
I smiled back saying, “That is why I have come here after all. I have come to have fun with all of you individually and as well as a group.”
Peter was the first to make a move, giving me a small peck on the cheek to start with and then a nice peck on the lips until we were snogging each other earnestly. As I was kissing him, our tongues once again mingling for the first time, I could hear the other men talking in German as we kissed.
Once again, I understood some of it with the words ‘good slut’, ‘excellent kisser’ and ‘dirty whore’ being mentioned.
Peter and I broke off from our snogging session and he was quickly replaced by Stefan. He once again gave me a very tender kiss on the cheek and the lips to start with before both he and I started to explore each other’s mouths, with our tongues.
Peter was saying that I was an excellent kisser and that my tongue was exceptional. I was snogging Stefan and then Peter started kissing my neck and licking and nibbling my ear. I responded with a soft moan as anyone touching my ear and, on the neck, always gets me going.
Stefan was soon replaced by Helmut and then Franz and I snogged them both. I then deeply kissed each of the guys in turn once again as the others were commenting on our kissing and on a little bit of the petting that had started to go with it.
My ass was being felt up and my tits were being rubbed a couple of times by all of the guys that were kissing me. We broke off from our snogs and I was asked if it would be ok for me to go and get changed into the outfit that the boys chose for me.
Before doing so, Franz said that it would be good if we laid down a couple of ground rules before we started. We chatted about what they had enjoyed doing in the past, both as couples and groups, and especially in the S&M swingers clubs they had enjoyed going to.
I said, “I am certainly up for some light S&M but nothing too heavy. I certainly don’t enjoy lots of pain.” We explored this a little bit more and it was agreed that whilst I quite enjoy a little bit of spanking and certainly rough play around my clit and my tits, I was not going to be caned hard or anything like that.
I told them in plain terms, “I want to be fucked hard, and I want all of my holes used as the night before my arse had not been touched at all.”
This seemed to pique Stefan’s interest in particular and he said, “I love anal and I am looking forward to burying my cock deep in your ass later on.”
It was then that I was escorted by Franz to the main bedroom where I was to get changed, taking my bag with me.
On the double bed there were a pair of black seamed silk stockings and a choker collar. There was also a pair of black stiletto shoes which looked about my size but seeing as how I had brought my red stilettos it was agreed that I would wear them.
He respectfully left me to get undressed and I was nervous and got very excited as I did so in the bedroom, knowing that these four elderly men were sitting waiting for me in the living room. I once again could hear the noises of chatter and another video cassette being put in the VHS player, and I fully expected to see more homemade porn playing when I entered dressed for my lovers.
Once stripped naked, I slid the fully fashioned, silk stockings on my legs, popped my high heel shoes on, leaving my anklet around my right foot. I slid escort bursa my tiny, white mini skirt on, taking my knickers off, as I didn’t see the point of wearing any.
A sheer, black see through chiffon type blouse was left out for me. It had only two buttons at the front, so my tits were easily visible, both through the material and from the exposed gaps in the top.
I didn’t bother with a bra and my tits were already aching for the touches and attention I knew they would be getting. My nipples were stiff already from the excitement and through the excitement of what was about to come. I popped the leather choker around my neck and stood to admire myself in the full-length mirror.
I didn’t look too bad, I thought. My mini skirt was so short and my thighs were on display along with the sides of the black suspender belt and tops of the stockings. I felt deliciously slutty, especially in the red pair of high heels and black stockings. I thought the men would particularly enjoy it.
On walking into the living room, I was met with the site of four completely naked elderly men.
All of them had undressed in the time that I was getting ready, and once again I noticed that they all had piled their clothes up meticulously in one corner of the room.
Helmut was already sporting a semi stiff cock as all the other guys were completely soft, but all hanging down awaiting attention still.
Peter and Stefan had very nice bodies, toned and shaped for men of their age, and had clearly taken care of themselves.
On looking them up and down I was spotted by Helmut who laughed saying, “I can’t compete in the body stakes,” as he noticed me looking them up and down and licking my lips at the thought of getting to grips with their cocks and tight bums.
I told him I thought he was a very handsome man and that he had already demonstrated that he was an expert lover the evening before.
I was standing now dressed as a cheap tart, in the living room of a German pensioner. Surrounded by men old enough to not only be my father but my grandfather. Having men all in the mid to late 60s leering and letching after me had me very wet already and it was commented that my tits and nipples looked like they were very excited.
The television was playing another homemade video, and I cast my eyes to the screen as I moved across the living room and took a seat in one of the armchairs. My skirt rode up to expose more bare legs, stockings and glimpses of my bald wet cunt. I crossed my legs exposing more flesh to the delight of the men.
Franz explained that this one was another of his videos, this time Marta was enjoying some good fun with Peter’s wife Edith. He explained the setting to me and that the 12 men in the room were all friends who they had met on the swinging and S&M scene over the years.
Edith was dressed in a pair of white stockings and matching high heels and her nipples had some sort of clamp on them. Marta once again had black suspenders and stockings but this time a pair of knee length boots. Her tits were already bound and purple and it looked as though she had some sort of clamp or weight dangling from her clit or pussy lips.
On the dining room table, I noticed some paraphernalia lying there. Franz noticed me looking at them and told me not to be worried it was just a few extra toys that they thought I might enjoy. Lying on the table was an absolute array of sex toys.
Franz and the men talked me through each one excitedly. “This is a big butt plug,” he said, “If you are willing, we will insert this into your wet slippery asshole to open you up for a good fucking up your ass later on.”
I smiled, admitting that I had a small butt plug at home, with nothing on the size that he was showing me and that once I was warmed up that certainly was an option. He then showed me a pair of handcuffs and a long bar with straps attached to the ends.
He saw me looking at this quizzically and said, “I think you know what that is.” I laughed again saying, “Yes, I have one at home, that is a spreader bar.”
Helmut replied, “Yes, that is right and again if it is ok, we’ll be using that on you to keep those gorgeous legs of yours apart while we have some very good fun with you and some of the other toys on your pussy.”
There was a small thin cane and I looked nervously at that. Stefan noticed me looking a little bit nervous saying, “Don’t worry, we know that you are not into heavy S&M, but trust me. Just a little tickle, with that, around your clit and pussy lips and you will be in heaven.”
In the corner of the room there was a weird contraption that looked like a saddle that I hadn’t noticed earlier.
“Ahh, you have spotted the Sybian!” Franz smiled. “We had kept it hidden from you, not wanting to worry you, but it is quite a new toy of ours and if you are prepared to try it, I think you would be delighted. It is basically a vibrating seat with a clit stimulator and, as you can see, quite a large vibrator attached. Trust me, if we could get your gorgeous tight pussy impaled on that big vibrator, with your clit resting on that stimulator, and crank this little toy up to its maximum, I’m sure you will be having orgasms that will put the ones that we gave you last night in the shade.”