Blimey. We had only been home a couple of weeks, and I had already broken two of our golden rules.

“Eddie, do you think there are many calories in sperm?”

He jolted slightly, obviously surprised by the question. “Why?”

“Well, I was thinking, we’ve swallowed quite a bit of it over the last couple of weeks.”

He chuckled before answering. “Putting on some weight, my love?”

“No, I’m not!” I said, raising my head off his chest, and looked directly at him, and as if I needed proof, I noticed cum around his mouth, where I had been sitting only a few minutes before. “Anyway, you’ve swallowed your fair share.”

He didn’t reply, but just chuckled again, before I continued, “Well, most of it was yours.”

“Most, but not all,” he quickly added. That was very true and I kissed him, licking a little more cum from him.

“I suppose, it is just putting yours back where it came from.” This time, he did laugh out loud, and I giggled.

“Emma, you seem to misunderstand the human digestive system.”

Emma

“There you go,” and she handed me the hand mirror so I could get a better view. Yes, it all looked lovely, and I lifted my bottom to make sure it was perfectly smooth. Yes, perfect, I thought, Eddie would be running his tongue over this later tonight, and I couldn’t wait.

“Are you glad to be back?”

“Yes, and no. It’s lovely to see everyone, especially the kids, but I miss the weather.”

Molly handed me my dress and I was about to slip it on when there was a knock on the door.

“It’s only me,” and Kelly, the owner of the salon, poked her head into the room. “Hi, Emma, lovely to see you!”

I’ve always liked Kelly. She was the first person I had met at this salon, some ten years ago, when I had plucked up enough courage to have my first full shave, and I still remember her telling me that my hubby would not be able to resist me once I peeled off my panties. And she was so right!

Since then, I was a regular. And I was certain, if anybody knew about my secret life, it would be her, and the other lovely people in the salon.

“So, how was France? We missed you,” and she started the same conversation I had just had with Molly. “Emma, have another little Prosecco and tell me all about it,” and I found myself in her room, telling her about the lovely six months we had at our place in Provence. And I wasn’t surprised when she offered to give me a massage whilst we chatted.

“I love your tan, Emma. Was this at the beach of your place?” and I went on to explain it was mostly by our pool, but had done a few nude sessions in the dunes, and I found myself telling her probably a little more than I would normally share.

“Oh my, that must have been quite horny, lying there knowing passers-by would be able to see you,”

Yes, it was, and when I added that I had been even naughtier in there, and a few men had done a little more than just watch, she insisted on even more details and, as I told her just a little bit more, she asked to turn over on to my back, and it didn’t even cross my mind that she did not bother to place the modesty towel on me.

She is an excellent masseuse. I have had dozens of sessions with her, and she has always left me feeling beautifully relaxed. This time was no different, her hands on my thighs feeling just delightful. We were happily chatting all the time, so when I felt her hand pressing on my pubic bone, I was not surprised.

“Molly has done a lovely job on you, hasn’t she?” I agreed, and when she gently opened my legs, and I felt her fingers trace along my pussy lips, I felt my pussy tingle and my clitoris harden. She didn’t seem to notice and, still chatting away, her hand pressed onto my bone again, and pushed my skin away. My bud popped her head out from under her hood. Shit!

“Oh, there she is,” she said, still gently running her fingers along my pussy lips. I was about to apologise when she smiled at me, and looking into my eyes, I felt her fingers slip into my already soaking pussy.

We had stopped chatting; there was no need to talk about anything. Instead, I just laid there, enjoying her fingers making love to my pussy, dipping deep into me, and then delicately rubbing and teasing my bud. And I could not resist reaching out with my hand and nervously stroking her thigh. But I shouldn’t have worried.

She looked and smiled at me and then returned her attention to my soaking pussy, and my hand began to squeeze her beautiful bottom through her tracksuit; she moved slightly to allow me better access, and all the while, her fingers drove me closer to my orgasm. Fuck, it was wonderful, and as my hand worked between her legs, and I was thinking of simply pulling down her bottoms, it hit me.

Oh, my giddy aunt! Shit! As I began to shake, her other hand grabbed my breast and squeezed. Holy fucking Moly, and with my thighs clamping her hand, I started to jerk and quiver, the wonderful pulses of my orgasm ripping through me.

It took several minutes for it to recede and, when I finally relaxed my thighs, she removed her soaking hand, shaking it slightly.

“Sorry,” I said, realising I had crushed her hand, but she was all smiles and then leaned over me and kissed me, just briefly.

“Welcome home. We missed you.”

Well, that was a turn-up for the books! I had not expected that, but on my walk home, I felt wonderful. Kelly had acted as if it was just all part of the service but just before I left, she had quickly held my hand and smiled a cheeky, sexy smile.

By the time I got home, I was in a bit of a state.

“Eddie, where are you?” No answer. The house was lovely and warm, the fire in the log burner simmering away and after I had checked he was definitely not in, I messaged him.

“Eddie, where are you?” Whilst I waited, I grabbed a drink.

“Hi, I’m down the pub. Will be home for the rugby.” Shit, I had forgotten that he had arranged that: I needed him to fuck me, and, if I’m honest, I am not used to waiting.

A glance at the clock told me I had an hour to wait. I better get ready, I thought to myself, skipping up the stairs to our bedroom, my clothes quickly disappearing as I searched for my favourite toy and having found it, I plugged it in and jumped onto our bed. Fuck, when he gets in, he will not know what has hit him!

Eddie

It was great to catch up with a few mates. A couple had come to see us in France, but for most, it was not possible, and none of this group, my rugby mates, had made it. And, on my way home, I was looking forward to watching the game.

“Go on in, mate, Emma’s about somewhere,” and, as Billy wiped his feet, I headed into the pantry and grabbed a couple of beers. And then I heard her.

“Oh, fucking hell!” As I walked back into the kitchen, it was Billy I heard.

“Fucking hell, Emma! Do you always greet him like that!” His face was a picture, and he turned to me and smiled. “Eddie, you are a lucky bastard, you know that.”

If Billy had said that once to me, he had said it a thousand times! And whilst I would agree with him, this time, I realised why he meant it. On the sofa, hiding behind two large cushions, was Emma, her eyes just peeking over the top of one, her arms gripping the cushions to her as if her life depended upon it. And peeking out was her fox eye mask and a pair of furry ears!

“Hi, Billy. Would you mind turning around?” she said from behind the cushion.

“Oh, don’t mind me, Emma, I’ve seen you now!” he said, a cheeky smile across his face.

“Billy! Now, please.” Bless him, he looked genuinely disappointed, but he turned, and I watched a nearly naked Emma jump up and run for the stairs. Fucking hell!

“Eddie, please tell me she put that on for me?”

“Probably, mate.” I handed him a beer, and he offered a toast.

“To you, Eddie, you lucky bastard!”

I found Emma in our bedroom, pacing the floor.

“Fucking hell, Eddie, why didn’t you tell me!? Why didn’t you message me, Billy was with you?”

“Sorry, but I didn’t think you would be waiting like that for me!” My god, she did look fucking hot.

“Eddie, I was on all fours, my fox tail over my bottom!” Blimey, that must have been some view. Besides her beautiful foxy eye mask, fluffy ears, and fluffy tail, she was wearing a black lacy basque, her breasts cupped beautifully, her dark nipples sticking out proudly. Black hold-up stockings and her black heels finished her look. And, of course, no panties.

She spent the next few minutes telling me what happened at the salon, whilst trying to get my hard cock out of my jeans, but eventually, she reluctantly agreed she would have to wait, and I returned to a visibly disappointed Billy, sipping his beer, waiting for the rugby to start.

“That didn’t take long,” he said, laughing. “Fucking hell, Eddie, you are a lucky bastard!” and we settled down to watch the match.

Emma

In hindsight, it was funny. At the time, it was not, especially as I had been feeling so hot and horny, and I had imagined doing all sorts of things to Eddie when he got home. But I liked Billy. Let me tell you a little about him and Eddie.

When Eddie joined the local rugby club, nearly twenty years ago, he arrived with quite a reputation. He had already played representative level but had decided to join the local side, as he was fed up of travelling up to London twice a week to train, and then again at weekends for games.

Very typically, the club welcomed him with open arms and he was soon established in the side, alongside a young Billy.

And Eddie had another reputation, one which I didn’t particularly like. He was, and still is, as hard as nails. You see, Eddie grew up in a rough town but fortunately found sport which kept him out of trouble, unlike his brothers.

He was very fortunate to be offered a scholarship due to his rugby and was soon playing cricket for the school, and when they saw him swim, well, that was it. And, partly to help him look after himself, in the face of some very heavy bullying, he being the only lad in the neighbourhood who was going to the much hated posh school, he joined the boxing club. In his own words, the bullying soon stopped. Even today, he is a member of the local boxing club and uses this to keep his fitness. And, to put it mildly, he can look after himself.

Well, Billy idolised him and Eddie took him under his wing. To say they are close friends is an understatement; there is something about the type of friendship rugby players forge. I suppose it has a lot to do about the culture of the game.

Anyway, back in my bedroom, I was having a little think to myself. OK, you two want to watch the rugby, do you? I found my little black dress and slipped it on, and after checking in the mirror, I trotted downstairs. They were sitting on the big sofa, their backs to me, so I grabbed a couple of beers and, taking a deep breath, I walked in front of the screen.

“A top-up, Gentlemen?”

“Yes please, Em,” said a very pleased Billy and I took his glass and slowly filled it, and I could see him look me up and down, his eyes taking in the fox ears, and mask.

I gave him my cutest smile and turned and after taking a couple of paces towards Eddie, I bent over and took his glass. “Here you are, Sir,” I said, and bending again at my hips I placed the glass onto the table. And I glanced sideways to see Billy face, as he took in the tail, hanging delightfully below the hem of my dress.

Without saying another word, I turned and trotted off back towards the kitchen, making sure my bottom wiggled as sexily as possible.

Oh my god! I could not believe I had done that! Fuck! I waited a few minutes, half expecting to see Eddie appear, but he didn’t. Oh my, what did that mean? Was he giving me the green light, or was he thinking that was that? I was not sure, but I was sure of one thing, I was feeling as horny as fuck.

I waited for about ten minutes; all the while, my nerves rose, the butterflies fluttered, and my pussy was tingling. Eddie would have known I was still there as I would have to walk past him to leave the room. Fucking hell, I thought, he must be giving me the green light, surely? Well, there was only one way to find out, so I slipped off my dress, quickly checked I was looking drop-dead fucking gorgeous, grabbed a couple of beers, and, having taken a deep breath, I slowly walked back to the sofa.

Eddie spotted me first. Oh my God, I thought, he was going to stop me but he just smiled.

“A bit hot in here, is it, my love?”

“Just a little,” I said and, trying not to look directly at him, I stopped in front of Billy. “Would Sir like a top-up?” He held out his glass and I leant forward and took hold of his glass and slowly topped it up, and handed it back to him.

“And you, Sir?” I said, turning towards Eddie, and stepping towards him, I bent at the hips and took his glass. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was visibly shaking as I poured his drink, this time looking directly into his eyes.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, Sir?” I asked, gently wiggling my bottom, my little breasts shaking, my nipples now hard. “Sir, you don’t look very comfortable. Let me help you,” I continued, leaning further forward, my hands on Eddie’s thighs, and as he shifted slightly, I put my hand onto his groin. Fuck, he was rock-hard.

Without saying anything, I undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and after a few seconds, he raised his bottom off the sofa, and I pulled his jeans down, his underwear soon following.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” I said, my hands slowly stroking his erection, and I turned to look over my shoulder to where a shocked Billy was watching, open-mouthed.

“Where are my manners,” I said, and I turned to our guest. “Oh my, you look very uncomfortable, Sir,” As I unbuckled his belt, my butterflies took to the air, and I unzipped his jeans. “There, that’s better,” I said, and when I pulled down Billy’s boxers, his cock sprung up. “Oh my, Sir, please let me help you,” and after a few strokes, I looked up at him, the smile on his face telling me everything I needed to know. And very slowly, maintaining eye contact, I took our guest’s cock into my mouth.

Blimey, it was hot, in more ways than one, and it was not long before both of these lovely men were naked, and my basque was on the floor, leaving me with just my hold-up stocking and, of course, my tail. And fuck, it was so horny. As I straddled Billy’s hips and slowly pressed the head of his very impressive cock into my pussy lips, my eyes were fixed on Eddie, who was sat just to my left, stroking his beautiful cock, about to watch his best friend penetrate his wife.

I have fucked many, many men in front of my wonderful hubby, but this was so different, just so incredibly horny, just so incredibly naughty and, as I started to ride him, Eddie stroked his cock harder, his eyes fixed on me and, out of the blue, my first orgasm ripped through me.

Oh, fuck, it was wonderful, and, as usual, I drove myself through the spasms until I was riding him hard again, my little tits bouncing to the rhythm of our thrusts. And all the while, Eddie just sat there watching me, stroking his rock-hard cock.

In all the ten years we have been living this incredibly horny lifestyle, he had never done this before. But this scenario was new; I had never fucked a friend of his, or us, and the excitement was just wonderful, so utterly horny, so completely slutty. Oh yes, I thought, I am Eddie’s dirty little slut, and I love it!

Eddie

“Are you OK, my love?”

Emma was lying face down on the sofa naked, her body glowing with perspiration, her huge mop of black hair hiding her face and the cushion on which it was resting. Another cushion was still where it had been, under her hips, lifting her beautiful ass, so I could see her used bottom and pussy.

Watching Emma ride my best friend had to be one of the, if not the horniest thing I had seen in the last ten years. And the fact that it had been so unexpected had made it even hornier than I could have ever expected. And she had loved it.

I know what a horny Emma is like. I can assure you, it is something to behold, but this was in a different league. As she had started to ride him, she could not take her eyes off me, stroking my hard cock, watching her excitement rise and rise, and when Billy grabbed her hips and began pounding her pussy, I could see the lust in her eyes, in her face, grow and grow.

When I stood next to her, my cock rock hard, she had grabbed my hips, her head dipping so she could get my cock into her hungry mouth, I could feel her whole body trembling, shaking, with excitement, and when my hand started to stroke her bottom and tail, she immediately began moaning, spasms juddering through her, only Billy’s hands stopping her falling forward.

When she released me, I moved behind her. What a view! Billy’s cock was buried up to his balls deep inside my wife, her tail hanging between his legs, no doubt adding to his pleasure. When I stroked her bottom, I heard her almost purr, and when I gently pulled on the plug, it slipped out of her. Oh my, it just looked too inviting to ignore.

As soon as I began to rub my cock up the crease on her bottom, she responded, her hand reaching around and gripping it hard. At first, I thought she was going to stop me but no. Lifting herself just slightly, she pressed the head against her tight little anus and pressed, and as I started to push, she pressed back to me until, after a short while, the head of my rock-hard cock, finally slipped in.

“Oh, fucking hell, Eddie, gentle, please, gentle.”

It was several minutes before I was fully in her; all the while, she softly moaned and groaned, her body gradually starting to move with my gentle thrusts, Billy’s cock still deep in her. And, only a few minutes later, we were both fucking her hard, her body now shaking, her moans and groans now loud and clear.

“Oh, fucking hell. Fuck me! Fuck me!!” and she would then shudder, leaning forward, her nails digging into Billy’s chest, and then straightening up, reaching behind her, digging her nails into my arse, “Oh, fuck me, Eddie, deeper, harder!”

During one of her several orgasms, Billy reached his point of no return, which seemed to send her over-the-top, again, and she slumped forward onto his chest, quivering with pleasure. And there, Emma lying on my best friend, his cock having just slipped out of her pussy, I fucked her ass until I finally emptied myself deep inside her.

“Bye, Em.” Emma just raised an arm and waved. “Remember, Em, ever get fed up with him, you know, you want a real man, I’ll be waiting.”

She raised her head, just a little and swept the hair off her flushed face. “Yes, Billy, I will,” and smiling, her head slumped back down onto the cushion and I heard her giggle.

“You really are a lucky bastard, Eddie.”

“I think you are the lucky bastard tonight, mate.”

He smiled and man-hugged me goodbye and, just before disappearing through the gate, I heard him again, “Lucky bastard!”

Emma

The train was packed, and we had to stand the whole journey into Paddington. It didn’t matter; I was leaning against my gorgeous hubby, and I was still in the afterglow of that incredible evening and the several days of reclaiming. My bottom was still a bit sore, but not too uncomfortable but, as I said, it didn’t matter.

“So, you will message me as soon as you know?”

“Yes, my love. And what are your plans?”

“I’m going to do a bit of shopping.” It was Suzie’s birthday next week, and whilst I had bought her main present, I wanted to get some personal things for her. And I might spoil myself at the same time. “And I going to book in at the hotel and use the spa.”

To be honest, I was in two minds about this trip. On one hand, I love our stay-aways; after all, during these, we have had the majority of our sexy adventures. And the hotel we were staying at had been the venue of several of these, in particular, the very first of our adventures when I had picked up and fucked the first two of many.

On the other hand, I was apprehensive.

“Eddie, are they all staying in our hotel?”

“As far as I know.”

“But we are dining out?”

“Yes. It’s nearby, but I don’t know it.”

I knew I had asked him this before, but he answered me as if he hadn’t heard them before. He knew I was worried. No, it wasn’t Suzie who was on my mind. It was a certain other young lady who was occupying my thoughts, someone I had not even met, yet. And when we did meet, as we would this evening, I wanted to look my very best, my very smart but very sexy best.

When I do meet her, I want her to know Eddie is mine. No, Miss Ellie Clever-Clogs, or what-ever-your-fucking-name-is, you will have to deal with me first.