An Evening with Friends 05: Holiday

There was a swell of movement around the room, as people approached others who had caught their attention. I was flattered, as two of our own group approached me -- Jimena and Peppe. I admired, again, Jimena's willowy, model beauty. Her slim, toned body, with narrow hips, which still swelled from her waist in a way which could only be feminine. This led to small, yet evident breasts, tipped with nipples, pointed to the ceiling and rock hard.

Above this stunning body was her oval face, perfectly proportioned and near symmetrical, with soft eyes which pulled me in, demanding that I gaze into their deep, brown depths. I was genuinely excited that I would have chance to carry out a full model photoshoot with her the following day, partly in a studio in the town, then moving to the beach. We had agreed that it would be just Claire and I with her during the shoot, to avoid distractions.

Right now, I was just delighted that she wanted to fuck me.

I was flattered at Peppe's approach, but a little unsure. Clearly, he too had to fuck three people. Jimena had indicated that was very willing to accept the artificial cock which he wore (an intriguing device which, as well as being designed to enable him to penetrate a partner, also curved down to stimulate the clitoris and penetrate slightly, mainly to secure it in position). However, he also wished to use it on me. I considered, briefly, my previous experience of being penetrated, and quickly decided to accept his proposal -- I had enjoyed anal sex before, found Peppe to be a wonderful person.

Peppe was slim, with short hair and an open, smiling face once his trust had been earned. His experience of prejudice meant he did not trust lightly. His body was slim and smooth, breasts barely defined -- only enlarged areolae and nipples suggesting his assigned gender. Likewise, his hips were narrow, presenting an appearance far more akin to his gender identity than his gender assignment.

A woman approached, clearly hoping to join our little group. Oddly, for a naked woman, she seemed shy, eyes darting away from me as she spoke in excellent English.

'May I join you? I should very much like to be your third person.'

She was around my age, I guessed and maybe a couple of inches shorter than me. I had spotted her on stage previously, being stripped by her friend, revealing full, firm breasts and small, hard nipples, tanned a deep brown. Her body showed the small hints of child-bearing -- slight stretch marks on her stomach, a small extra roll around her belly and wider hips than my companions. All utterly irrelevant.

I held out a hand and stroked her arm.

'Of course,' I smiled, 'I'd be delighted. You're very beautiful.' And so she was.

As people settled around the room, we began to enjoy one another's bodies.

As Jimena rolled Peppe onto his back and guided his silicon erection into soaking hole, my new friend kissed me hard on the lips, before working down my body and taking my cock into her mouth. As I looked down at her head, bobbing up and down, I spotted a small tattoo on her shoulder. A tiny rose, which I instantly recognised. She was the wife of the owner of the café where Maria worked. Previously, I had only seen her back, as she spent her time making coffee, cooking and preparing food.

It explained why Maria worked there, in a town where she and Peppe experienced so much prejudice.

Looking up, she smiled, meeting my eye, and probably aware that I had recognised her.

Holding my erection in her hand, she lay back, pulling me on top of her and guiding me into her pussy. It seemed odd to fuck in the missionary position, as it was a long time since I had actually done it.

I pushed myself deep inside, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside, before thrusting forward until my whole length was consumed, repeating my movement and building my pace steadily.

I pushed a hand between our bodies, stroking her clit, enjoying the feel of her spread vulva and the solid button which I stroked and tapped, making her cry out with pleasure.

I always saw bringing a woman to orgasm as a personal challenge. In our marriage, Claire knew this, and was very aware that I always wanted her to climax at least once. It was a standing joke -- I am, by nature, very competitive, and fucking is the only time I happily come second.

As such, once my partner achieved her orgasm, I happily turned to see who would be next. Peppe approached, allowing the two women in our group to pleasure one another.

Through some rather intimate sign language, Peppe requested that he should take me first, which was rather a relief -- firstly, as I was well aware, this could bring about my own orgasm without actually emptying my balls, and secondly because I knew that his ass would be tight, and I really did not want to finish there, prior to fucking the gorgeous Jimena.

Peppe applied lube to his 'organ', while I lay on my back, then lifted my legs, sliding a finger between my cheeks and into the hole within. Then, raising me onto his knees, he slowly, gently entered me, sliding in smoothly. After an initial twinge, it was painless and pleasurable.

The position he had chosen was very non-aggressive, and his thrusts were short, yet stimulating across my prostate. I felt my rising pleasure, as he reached round with his hand to stroke my cock gently. Looking across, I saw both Claire and Maria watching their partners, their only expressions being of happiness that we were both finding pleasure.

As I neared my orgasm, so did Peppe, thanks to the clitoral stimulation which his attachment offered, and we must have climaxed simultaneously, although I was barely aware, thanks to the intensity of my own release. Apparently, I cried out loud, and my body went rigid. All I felt was my head exploding with joy from the massive chemical release.

Peppe withdrew, and lay on top of me, coming down and drawing my hand beneath his thighs, under the strap-on to feel the wetness and the hard nub between his outer lips. I was happy that, despite his gender identity, he still took massive pleasure from sex with both sexes (and, I guessed, those who are gender fluid).

As we relaxed, so did our other partners, and after a brief break, we swapped partners for the final time.

Jimena lay on her back, legs spread, pussy open, pink and wet, ready to be taken. I, however, wanted to see her as we fucked. I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders, and penetrated her deeply, making her gasp. Looking down, I could gaze at her face, and track down her body, enjoying the small bounce of her breasts, and watching my shaft splitting her lips and entering the cave within. I could see her clitoris, deep pink, almost red in a droplet shape. Her hand came around to caress it.

We fucked like that for a while, before she caught my eye and gently paused me. Swinging a leg over my head, and bringing the other over my knees, she flipped over without ejecting me, allowing me to enter from behind and now look at my entry from a new angle, framed by her ass and thighs at the sides and her dark hole above. Below, invisible to me were her open lips, and I could see her hand there, rubbing herself to yet one more orgasm.

Finally, it remained only for me to take Peppe, and I wondered what the others would do while I did this. As it turned out, the answer was simple -- they joined in.

Peppe removed the strap on, and knelt on all fours in front of me. He was already well lubricated and open, so I entered his anus with ease. As I did so, our friend from the café manoeuvred beneath us to lick Peppe's female parts, while Jimena bent low to lick the pussy below Peppe's face, occasionally stopping to kiss Peppe on the lips in a gesture of affirmation, but also sharing the tastes and scents which she was enjoying.

All of us were stimulated beyond any reasonable standard, and while I held back with slow strokes, my three companions rapidly reached yet another climax -- I had lost count of how many that might be for the evening, but it occurred to me how this event was focused so firmly on the women, and while the men had experienced massive amounts of pleasure, the sexual release of the women must have surpassed the vast majority of swingers' events.

Finally, it was my turn, and I knew my cumming would be quick and explosive. Looking around, I saw many were already finished -- some standing, looking down at creamy fluid running down faces, often in groups. Some, I guessed, had finished inside one of their partners, while Claire sat close by, cum dripping down her breasts, one drop barely hanging on to a nipple. As I watched, an older woman approached her and, bending low, proceeded to suck her nipple as if feeding, before licking off the semen.

My group lay me down on my back and removed the condom covering my penis. While I have avoided mentioning this (putting on condoms tends to be uninteresting, and breaks up the descriptions), this was a 'safe' event (we were always safe, and only ever went bareback with our friends, after we made sure we were tested) and all men, even in this Catholic country, were expected to protect themselves and their partners. At this point, however, many wanted to watch the ejaculation.

As I lay, Peppe and Jimena each placed a hand around my shaft, while the third lady grabbed and fondled my balls. As expected, it was quick, and violent. My cum shot high in the air, prompting Peppe to try to grab a mouthful while it was in flight. As more pumped out, the shots became decreasingly expansive, and a surprisingly large amount of semen landed on my chest, stomach and thighs.

Watching and celebrating my ejaculation quickly gave way to consuming. Jimena bent to suck out any final drops from my penis, while Peppe licked from my stomach and Rosa (which seemed to be her name) licked my thighs. When they finished, my body was entirely clean.

After a rest and time for my brain to readjust, we returned to our group, and I went to collect my clothes for the walk home. As I prepared to dress, however, Maria stopped me.

'No.' She said. 'No dress yet. Come.'

Looking around, people were leaving, still naked, clothes left behind on the floor. We joined them, and as we exited the cave, onto the moonlit beach, their destination became clear.

They ran, directly into the sea -- a mass skinny-dip, washing off the sweat and other bodily fluids, cleansing, joyous and a time of child-like fun after the heady, entirely adult pleasures of the evening.

We swam, splashed and hugged for maybe half an hour, before a voice was raised above the cacophony, and Maria told us that we needed to leave and collect our clothes. It seemed the evening was now over.

We collected our clothes and sat together, still naked, on the smooth rocks around the beach, drying in the cool air, a gentle breeze now erecting nipples, rather than sexual excitement. Partners were restored, and Claire and I embraced happily. Only Jimena was alone, but she moved happily from couple to couple, sharing their hugs.

We dressed and walked back slowly, finalising our arrangements with Jimena for our photoshoot, and arranging to meet Maria and Peppe on the beach later, along with the other occupants of our villa.

The stories from our holiday could continue, as we continued to enjoy sharing our bodies and passion throughout the holiday. My shoot with Jimena was some of my finest work, and, unsurprisingly, morphed seamlessly into a threesome, which Claire and I loved.

We visited the naturist beach each day, and our guides shared themselves, so that by the end of the holiday, we enjoyed swinging with all of them. On the final night, we held a party, including Maria's mother and the owners of the café where Maria worked. All attendees were very open minded, and this, again, became an orgy of epic proportions.

As we boarded our flight home, the flight attendant, part of the same crew as our outward flight, leaned in to advise that no-one would join the 'mile-high' club this time, much to the disappointment of our friends. We were also presented with a certificate of club membership, much to our embarrassment, which the crew had made up, apparently, as soon as they saw the passenger list. It is now framed in our bedroom.

It was not long after we returned home that Claire came to me with a request. She felt it was the right time for us to start a family. After a couple more evenings with Dave, Mel, Jeff and Karen, we announced our intention to take a break while Claire stopped taking her pills and we tried for a baby. As it happened, Jeff and Karen had been having similar discussions, and as we talked, There was a definite broodiness in Mel's eye.

As it happened, Claire rapidly became pregnant, as did Karen, and our time together was less about sexual hedonism, and more about changing nappies, sleep patterns and play dates.

However, almost eighteen months later, we resumed our evenings together. Mel was now pregnant, but unlike Claire and Karen, she and Dave decided to simply keep going, and her burgeoning belly added yet another dimension to our swinging evenings.

Dave and Mel married, and we all shared their wedding night -- I wonder how many blushing brides could boast that they were fucked by five people on their wedding night? It was certainly more memorable than most!

Neither were our Spanish friends forgotten. Two years later, Maria and Peppe, now married, travelled to the UK, along with Jimena and her boyfriend and Sophia. Peppe had had 'top surgery' to remove his breasts and sculpt a masculine chest, and was due to have 'bottom surgery' to make him physically male shortly after returning home.

Since our time in their home town, we had kept in touch regularly -- initially sharing my photographs of them all, then sharing new images and by webcam. We even broadcast some of our nights with friends to them -- and they, in turn, joined in. In fact, we started to really enjoy sex on cam, and a couple of times, we met on public cam sites and fucked for the world to see.

All of our Spanish friends spoke much better English. Their visit was a memorable two weeks, visiting tourist sites by day and fucking by night, both English and Spanish groups laying on themed nights for each other, while child-minders looked after our children, blissfully unaware of the activities of their parents.

Now, ten years on, we continue to enjoy group sex -- but only with our special friends. We were never tempted to try clubs or join the wider swinging community, as we were very comfortable with what we had with Karen, Mel, Jeff and Dave -- and our Spanish friends who visited every couple of years, while we travelled to their homes from time to time -- although we never went to the 'Club' again.

As a lifestyle, it may not work for everyone, but for Claire and me, and for our friends, it brought us closer and kept our sex lives fresh and active for years beyond the expectations of many couples.

Our stories could have continued for many volumes -- but, after all, there are only so many variations one can make -- even with groups, and I feel that to continue would simply get boring to read, although for us, it was anything but dull -- and continues to excite us even now.

Whether we will continue until boobs sag and balls hang round our knees, who knows -- I rather hope so. Fun should never stop.