Chapter 3

Six weeks had now passed since Joanne and I had spent an amazing night with Chris & Helena van Dreeben during their visit to London from Amsterdam. Now my wife Joanne and I were looking forward to our visit to join them in Amsterdam, having been invited for a weekend orgy. Helena was totally smitten with Joanne and had invited her to fly over on the Friday afternoon to spend 24 hours before the orgy with her and her lesbian lover Eva. I was to follow on the Saturday afternoon and we were all going to one of their regular orgies held in a special property they owned for this purpose in Central Amsterdam.

It was only when we got home and were discussing the plans that Joanne realised that the Friday when she was going to Amsterdam was actually my birthday. She was really upset at first, and wanted me to try and cancel the arrangement, saying that she had never been away from me for my birthday. I assured her that the prospect of spending the rest of my birthday weekend having sex with her and our Dutch friends was going to be sufficient birthday treat for me – and to remember that my birthday started at one minute past midnight on the Friday morning, so she had better be ready to pleasure me then! And she did, riding me furiously cowgirl and finishing me off with one of her greatest ever blowjobs, this wonderful vision of blonde loveliness kneeling in front of me with a stream of my spunk dribbling out of her mouth and dripping all over her breasts and thighs. I promise you, birthday presents don’t come any better than that!

On the Friday morning we were both at home, so we had breakfast, then both went and shared a relaxing bath together, discussing what the forthcoming trip to Amsterdam might be like. Chris had already cabled us £2,000 as a deposit, so we knew they were totally serious. Whilst we were in the bath the phone went and it was Helena calling to confirm that she would meet Joanne at 2pm at Schipol Airport, and that she and Eva would be spending the night together at her house. Chris was taking their children to stay with his sister, and would return on Saturday in time to pick me up at the airport.

At lunchtime I took Joanne to City Airport – she had asked me to, although it was only a few stops on the Dockland Light Railway, but she said she wanted to spend as much of my birthday with me, so I agreed. She only had hand baggage, so I saw her check-in and waved her through customs and headed back to the car, and drove home.

I turned the key in the lock and immediately realised something was going on in the house. Then I realised that there was loud music playing upstairs, and so I quietly climbed the stairs, not knowing what to expect. I opened the door of our bedroom and stood there in shock at the vision that greeted me. On the bed on her back, gloriously stark naked, was the lovely Siobhan from the hotel (see Chapter 2). She was wearing leather straps on her wrists and ankles – her wrists were strapped to the headboard, and then her ankles had been pulled right back and attached beside her wrists, so that the view that met me was of her naked cunt and bum, clearly soaking wet with sexual excitement. But around her waist was a series of thin silver chains which held in place two dildos of black onyx which were filling her cunt and her anus. And most importantly, written on her buttocks, in lipstick, was ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY XXX’.

Before I could even find any words to say, my mobile went off in my pocket. It was Joanne, and as I pressed connect, her voice came out loudly singing Happy Birthday! When she finished, she said, “I hope you like your present, darling, Siobhan is REALLY looking forward to being shagged by you, and I shall be in touch later with information about other treats. Enjoy her as much as I am going to enjoy Helena.” And before I could thank her, she was gone.

“Listen Simon, I am sure you are enjoying the view and chatting to your wife, but when are you going to come here and fuck your birthday present?” Siobhan giggled. “These dildos are simply divine but your cock is what I have been fantasising about whilst I lay here waiting for you to arrive.”

In fewer seconds than it takes to write about it, I had undressed and moved to the bed. I undid the chain around her waist and drew the dildos out of her, and then slipped two fingers into her throbbing cunt – and she moaned with pleasure. “Come on, lover,” she said, “take these fucking straps off me and stick that monster up my cunt.”

I rather liked the view I was looking at, so shook my head and said that I was going to take her as she was. “Oh you bastard!” she shouted, “Jo said she was sure that you would release me as soon as you arrived. But if you are not going to let me go, please, please, please, fuck me NOW!”

I could hardly wait – I knelt by her bum and pushed my throbbing cock into her wet pussy and drove it in hard until I was fully inserted. “Bloody magic, darling, Happy Birthday you lovely man, ahhhh...” She orgasmed even without me moving, I could feel the pulsing of her cunt walls as her body vibrated with pleasure. I waited a couple of minutes whilst the first intensity passed, then started to fuck her slowly, pulling my cock right back so that the bell-end came right out of her before sliding back until my crotch pressed against hers. She might have been only 17, but she had an amazing vocabulary of filthy language which she used to describe what she wanted me to do and the sensations she experienced when I did it. She told me not to stop when she orgasmed, which she was now doing every couple of minutes, and so for nearly an hour I fucked the brains out of this lovely young woman, until the pressure of the pulsing around my tool became too much and I felt my balls contract and my spunk pumped into her.

When I had recovered from the shattering orgasm she had given me, I unclipped the straps that were holding her wrists and ankles, and the two of us lay on the bed, kissing and stroking each other. I asked her how she had got in this position and how Joanne had known when I would come into the bedroom so she could call me at that moment.

Siobhan explained that she and Joanne had planned this three weeks earlier when Jo had booked Siobhan to come and see her one day when I was out playing golf with some clients. Jo asked Siobhan to teach her about lesbian sex, as she wanted to know what to expect when she went to stay with Helena and her lesbian friends. Siobhan was very attracted to Jo, and they spent the three delightful hours exploring many different means of pleasuring each other, particularly the delights of the double-ended dildo. Siobhan quickly realised that Jo and I were really husband and wife, and Jo told her about missing my birthday. Between them they hatched up this plan for giving me a surprise – Jo knew only too well that I really fancied Siobhan and was looking for another opportunity to meet up with her as a 3some.

After Jo and I had left for the airport at lunchtime, Siobhan and her lover Katya had let themselves in with a key Jo had given them, and Katya had strapped Siobhan onto the bed and turned up the music, and then waited in the toilet by the front door. Once I went up the stairs, Katya had sent Jo a text message that I was in the bedroom, and then slipped out of the front door, unheard by me because of the noise of the music in the bedroom. Nothing could be simpler!

“So, darling Siobhan, do you and my lovely wife have any other surprises lined up for me, or are you and I going to lie here and fuck until it is time for you to go?”

“The good news for you,” she murmured, slipping her hand around my cock and stroking it as it filled again, “is that your lovely wife has made exciting hedonistic arrangements for you and your lovely cock from now until I take you to the airport tomorrow morning. But as it is nearly 5 o’clock now, your wife has decreed that I am to go and run a bath and we are to spend the next hour or so in there together.”

So we did, and it was sublime. Siobhan has that deliciously soft pale freckled skin, as you would expect with a genuine redhead from Ireland, green eyes, and delicate little hands. We took turns to wash each other, and together with kissing and playing with each other’s bodies, the next hour passed very quickly. By 6pm we had dried each other and were lying on the bed when a text arrived on my phone. IN BED WITH EVA – SHE IS GORGEOUS AND IS LICKING MY PUSSY DIVINELY. TAXI FOR U AT 6.30, S KNOWS WHERE CLOAKS ARE. TELL HER THAT I LOVE HER. J xx

I showed the message to Siobhan, who grinned. “So, sexy Siobhan, you are my wife’s first Sapphic lover! But more importantly, what is the rest of this message about?”

Siobhan grinned and said, “You’ll find out when Jo and I decide you will find out. Let’s go downstairs and find the riding boots for yourself and Jo – she and I are not only lovers, but we also have the same shoe size!”

I led the way to the utility room and there on the unit, beautifully polished by someone, were the two pairs of leather riding boots. Once we had both put our boots on, Siobhan led us back to the hall and opened the coat cupboard, and produced two magnificent full-length cloaks, with brass fittings at the front and slits at the side where you could get your hands out if you wanted. No sooner had we put them on, than the doorbell rang and Siobhan opened it – there was a chauffeur in smart uniform and peaked cap. I said to Siobhan that I needed my wallet and keys, but she said she had a house key and no money was needed. The chauffeur led us out to the large limousine and helped us in, and we drove off, heading out from London, north-east towards Suffolk.

Siobhan and I chatted, and she told me that Mr Charles was keeping her busy at the hotel and she was becoming very popular with the clients, but through these contacts she was also building up a private clientele, like Joanne, who tended to give her much more interesting encounters. She said that for the previous weekend, one of her hotel regulars had hired her to spend the weekend at his country house in order to have sex with his wife and step-daughter, who he accepted were totally bi-sexual although they really preferred other women. The step-daughter is only just 18 but is already sexually insatiable and Siobhan had spent the whole of the Sunday making love to the two women, with the result that she had had to take Monday off work to recover!

After about 45 minutes we swung off the main road, by now deep into the Suffolk countryside, and meandered down a country lane until a large country house appeared before us. The large gates swung open automatically and the car swept up the drive to the front door.

As we got out of the car, the front door opened and the familiar figure of Mr Charles walked down the steps towards us. “Good evening, Mr Thomas. I understand it is your birthday, so many happy returns of the day. Good evening Siobhan.”

“Thank you Charles, but surely you don’t have two jobs?” I asked, more than a little puzzled.

“No, no. This is my club, Club 69, I invested my savings in it and I am glad to say that it is thriving. Before long I intend to leave the hotel and concentrate on this. Now please, do come in, your friend Miss Joanne has made all the arrangements.”

We entered a grand marbled lobby and were greeted by two young and very beautiful members of staff. Both girls wore a very tight blue bustier which pressed their breasts upwards, but which left their bottoms and cunts totally exposed. Other than high heels, they wore nothing else. The girls took our cloaks from us, and Charles led us towards a bar area, where several other guests, also naked, were seated. It was clear that the definition of a member was someone wearing riding boots – the waitresses and other staff wore high heeled shoes.

No sooner were we seated than a tall blonde waitress brought two glasses of pink champagne and set them down for us.

“Your table in the main room will be ready in a few minutes. If you like to look at the menu, Katya here – he indicated the tall blonde beauty who had just served the champagne – will take your order.”

At the mention of Katya, I looked quizzically at Siobhan and said, “An interesting name, Katya. Do you know one another, by any chance?”

Siobhan grinned. “We live together and she was in your house earlier today. Mr Charles is going to let her come and work in the hotel with me providing sexual services when her English is a little better. Meanwhile she is working at this club to practice her English.”

The menu was certainly excellent and once we had made our selection, Katya led us down a corridor towards the main ‘dining’ room. Katya was very tall and model-thin, so with her six-inch heels, the vision of her tight buttocks in front of me was irresistible, and I reached out and stroked her buttocks. Immediately she stopped, and bent over and spread her legs and held onto her ankles. “Please fuck her, darling,” Siobhan whispered, “all the staff are sexually available to members at anytime, anywhere.” Siobhan already had my cock in her hand and was wanking me – but my cock needed little encouragement to stand to attention, and in a few seconds Siobhan was guiding my rock-hard prick into her lover’s visibly damp cunt. Katya just murmured “Please, please, I want you Simon,” and rocked her hips in excitement.