Anne and George Go Camping in France
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Chapter 4: Anne and George Host a Memorable Party
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Anne and George Host a Memorable Party - A middle aged couple’s voyage of sexual liberation began when they accidentally booked into an adults only campsite in France.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Swinging Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Nudism
It was about three weeks after Susie and I had enjoyed that memorable and delicious night with Katie that the invitation came. I had barely got through the front door when Susie rushed excitedly out of the kitchen waving a fancy gilt-edged card in her hand.
“Darling Will,” she exclaimed breathlessly, “we have had an invitation to one of Anne’s dinner parties. It’s a week on Saturday, so there is plenty of time to buy some new sexy lingerie. She has found out about Katie’s problems in getting pregnant and liked my idea that one of the men in our group should impregnate her. She has done her homework as usual and found out that Katie will be ovulating that weekend, so success is almost guaranteed.”
“Do you know who else has been invited as well as us and Katie and John?” I asked.
“Yes dear, she has also invited Marty and Jill, but I’m not sure who the fourth couple will be. Knowing Anne however, they will be suitably liberated and ready to play. It will be rather exciting fucking someone new; I do hope that he is well endowed. I’m sure that you’ll have a good time too my darling.”
“As the idea is to get Katie pregnant, my love, I’m not sure you will be getting too much cock,” I replied, laughing. “I wonder what special game she will have cooked up — it will have to be something that involves all the men coming in Katie’s delicious love hole.”
“I have seen just how much you love her pussy,” Susie said, “I’m willing to bet that you would like to be the one to do the deed — it would appeal to your vanity. If so, you’d better make sure that your sperm is in tip-top condition total abstinence would be a good idea for you between now and the party, not even masturbation. I’ll let you lick me every day though; I don’t see that there is any need for me to be deprived of my daily orgasm — on reflection make that three or four.”
At that, I made a move to smack her bottom, but she was too quick for me and went off to the kitchen chortling with laughter. Over the following week and a half, I couldn’t stop thinking about the party and wondering who the mystery couple would be. I also cut back on masturbating to once a day, and I only fucked Susie a couple of times — although I have a theory that frequent masturbation ensures that a man’s balls are charged with only the freshest and most vigorous sperm.
At this stage, I would like to say something about Anne and George. They were a couple in their late fifties who had made enough money to retire and still live comfortably. Anne had told me their story one night while we were recovering from a vigorous session of lovemaking before going on to a second round.
It had all started when Anne and George went camping in France and booked into an adults-only nudist site by accident. When they returned home they were utterly transformed and adopted a sexually liberated lifestyle with a gusto that was frankly sensational. One of the first things that they did when they were back in England was to find a new home that would allow them to live comfortably as nudists without attracting attention from prudish minds, and also be suitable for the future of carnal delight they had planned. They found a large house with five bedrooms and two bathrooms in about twenty acres of woodland a few miles outside town, and it was there that they entertained a small set of like-minded friends for fun-filled weekends.
After a few months, Anne made friends with my wife Susie, whom she met at a local fundraiser for the village drama group, and they were soon invited to join our select group of swingers. Anne had a very fertile imagination and realised that with a bit of effort their house could be turned into a small private sex club. As they were retired but still active they did most of the work themselves, Anne being responsible for the planning and interior decoration while George did the heavy construction. The bathrooms were adapted so that they could be used by several people at once, with a large bath and walk-in shower; the basement was converted into a large playroom with a side room becoming a fully equipped dungeon; and a small pool, jacuzzi and sauna cabin were erected in the small walled garden adjacent to the main building.
At first, Anne just extended the scope of their weekend entertainments and organised a monthly party for between ten and twenty couples. Over the following couple of years, Anne and George’s sex parties became legendary, although one should say, Anne’s parties because she was the brains behind them. George just did as he was instructed. The house rule of total nudity at all times was relaxed when she realised that titillation was an important element in building arousal and that partially disrobed men and women were often sexier. Of course, these occasions always reached their climax with public sexual encounters of all kinds — threesomes, foursomes, group sex and even good old fashioned fucking between two people, but not necessarily married to each other nor of a different gender — and once all the facilities were in place they were well used, the dungeon being a particular favourite of my wife. BDSM was not my cup of tea — a reaction to my education at a Public School where corporal punishment was commonplace. Whenever Susie felt like being tied up and whipped before being fucked by all and sundry, I would either join a bukkake session in one of the bathrooms or go to the masturbation room — one of the bedrooms equipped with all manner of sex toys for men and women as well as a couple of Sybian machines.
Anne then moved on to themed days, although these were only every two or three months — even for a creative mind like hers thinking up novel ideas wasn’t that easy. She started with the well-known ones — toga parties, vicars and tarts, and of course, Halloween night when I liked to go as a vampire. Two delectable witches sucking my cock under the cover of my cloak was a very special pleasure, after which I would ravish them as they bent over a settee or pressed up against a wall. My favourite was nymphs and satyrs, and Susie made a very effective pair of hairy leggings for me from a pair of crotchless tights and some artificial fur. The woodland glades on a summer afternoon were ideal places to partake of a couple of nymphs. Susie preferred the Arabian slave market when the slave master – George — would extol the fecundity of his chained captives before demonstrating their charms and inviting the assembled buyers to come and sample their charms.
Anne’s dinner parties were the highlight of the swingers’ social calendar, however. These had become a bi-word for licentiousness and sexual excess of the most delicious kind and invitations were avidly sought after. Four guest couples were handpicked for each party and it can be safely said that no one ever went home unsatisfied.
Nothing was left to chance in the preparation. Guests were sent a recommended dress code a few days beforehand, right down to the underwear. Everyone was recommended to have an enema on the morning of the party, and suggestions were made about trimming or removal of public hair. Anne always checked that none of the women was having their period and each of the men was given three days supply of Cialis.
The format of the parties was always the same. At the start, everyone was fully clothed, but kissing and touching were allowed. Gradually throughout the meal, everyone would shed their clothes until by the dessert everyone was naked. Full intercourse was forbidden at this stage, but naked lap dancing and oral sex were usually the accompaniment to the sweet course. The men were not allowed to come before the main event of the evening, everything up to that point designed to raise the level of general arousal to fever pitch. After a brief rest for coffee and mints and excited speculation of what delights were planned for the after-dinner diversion, all five couples would adjourn to the playroom in the basement, or the pool area in summer, for one of Anne’s exciting sexual games which would always end up in an orgy of frenzied sexual coupling. The evening would conclude with everyone disappearing to one of the bedrooms for the remainder of the night. The following morning there would be a communal breakfast before everyone dispersed. Even these were lively affairs as everyone exchanged their own particular memories of the night, and often made arrangements for future assignations.
Saturday came at last, and at 7 pm we called for Katie and John since they had never been to Anne and George’s home before. John was dressed like me in black slacks, a white shirt, and black loafers without socks, but Katie looked stupendous in a silky dress of pale green with a plunging neckline that reached her navel and allowed tantalising views of her succulent breasts when she moved. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and as all the women were instructed to dress alike I knew that underneath the dress would be a pair of lacy panties, suspender belt and stockings — I have always found the sight of a woman in just suspender belt and stocking extremely arousing, and I’m afraid I was probably drooling at the thought of what Katie would be revealed later.
The drive took about half an hour, and when we rang the doorbell we were greeted by George, who was his usual courteous and dignified self. As ours was the only car in the drive we thought we must be the first to arrive, but when George showed us into the living room the mystery couple were standing in the bay window looking out at the front garden. George made the introductions and it turned out that they were Anne and George’s Dutch friends Jan and Margrethe.
They were certainly a very attractive couple. Even fully clothed Jan was a very impressive man, well over six feet tall with an air of confidence and natural authority, and I could see immediately why he was so desirable to women. Later when I saw his cock I could see why Anne was so easily seduced. I have seen many men naked, and whilst his cock was not as large as Marty’s it was the most beautiful I could ever recall, rising proudly above a magnificent pair of smoothly shaven balls. He also knew how to use it to ensure the utmost pleasure for his partner, as was plainly apparent from the large photo above Anne and George’s bed of her riding him reverse cowgirl fashion with a look of utter bliss on her face. In contrast, Margrethe was small and vivacious, with firm well-shaped breasts and a neat figure, and I was immediately attracted to her and looked forward to sampling everything she had to offer.