To me, life with my younger spouse had never been more daring and adventurous. Sex is the spice of life, and I had discovered that I liked nothing better than seeing Lady Windemere receive a good shafting from a virile stud. During the last year or so, marriage to Lizzy, who was twenty years younger than me at twenty-two, had taken a dramatic twist.
Left impotent for the most part due to long COVID, I had realized that my attractive and fit wife needed to be fucked constantly. Something I was unable to do, so we had come to a compromise. I was prepared to let her take lovers if only I was allowed to watch her get screwed. It was only when I viewed her with a big cock up or saw her muff diving with another female that I struck oil. I would instantly get sick seeing her stuffed with a dick and screaming the house down in delight.
It had been three weeks since my beautiful spouse had sex, and she was getting quite restless. Lizzy was on fire. She was more insatiable than ever. She couldn’t get enough dick to satisfy the heat that had been unleashed in her loins these days. I believe she had been true to her promise of not going behind my back and that she was faithful to my notion that I allowed her to take lovers while I watched. As I brooded on the matter, I came up with the idea of getting away for a weekend where nobody knew us, the more to explore other avenues of entertainment.
"What do you say to a hot weekend in a real castle?"
"A real castle?"
"Yes. It's actually Appleby Castle in Westmoreland. We can pamper ourselves, eat well, and see what else occurs."
Lizzy drained her cup of Darjeeling and raised a curious brow.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"You know it. It might be very interesting."
"And gratifying?"
"In a nutshell."
"Let's do it."
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Appleby-in-Westmoreland is the gateway to the Eden Valley, and Appleby Castle has been held by the Kings of England and Scotland and boasts one of the few remaining intact Norman ruins. The keep has reopened as 'The Norman Centre' as a museum dedicated to Norman history. In the 17th century, the castle was the preferred residence of Lady Anne Clifford, a patroness of authors and literature known for her many letters and diaries. The castle’s luxurious accommodation includes twelve stylish bedrooms and is also available for private celebrations, filming, and sporting events. During the summer months, the castle holds a variety of events, including open-air theatre and battle re-enactments.
I booked us into one of the more expensive rooms with a four-poster bed and a decent view. The Atkinson Bedroom is situated in the old servants' quarters on the fourth floor of the castle. This large, spacious room features a super six-by-six brass bed, an antique wardrobe and furnishings, and an ensuite bathroom.
We arrived on Friday and planned to head back to Windermere Hall on the following Monday. The first night, we unpacked and ordered a couple of cocktails from the bar before deciding to dine in the Castle restaurant. It was a spacious 15th-century dining room with silk-high-backed chairs and large oak dining tables. It was surrounded by candles and a high ceiling to create a charming, unique atmosphere.
Encased by 17th-century oak panelling with a log burner, we perused the menu and made our choice. Lizzy opted for the rack of lamb with root vegetables, dauphinoise potatoes, and wild herbs. I fancied the grilled lemon sole with parsley butter sauce, a dressed salad, and buttered new potatoes. We chose the same dessert: Black Forest chocolate marquise.
As we made our way back to the room, I heard raucous laughter and singing from the bar. I read a notice declaring Carlisle Rugby Team had beaten the home side Cumbria Union. The victorious side were staying at the castle and celebrating their win in style. We peered in and saw about twenty well-built footballers having the time of their lives.
"Let's get a nightcap," said Lizzy with that gleam in her eye.
I nodded and steered her into the bar by her elbow. All eyes turned on us, or rather Lizzy, as she smiled enigmatically at all and sundry. No surprise, as she was her usual elegant self in her pristine white dress, which clung to her every curve. Emphasizing her flat stomach and perfect plump rear end. The neckline was daring and lowcut, and two panels of silk stretched down over her braless bosom. The garment did not attempt to conceal her breasts, and her erect nipples played an erotic game of now you see me, now you don't. The front continued south, leaving a tantalizing slit that almost reached her navel.
I ordered two brandies, and we sat at the bar. The men settled back into their reverie and lamented about drinking and laughing. The bar interior was fairly dim, but I was quite certain that one fresh footballer passed his hand over Lizzy's back down to the base of her spine. Lizzy looked at me with a look that said her luck might be in. Once or twice, one of the more boisterous of them accidentally bumped into us, for which they drunkenly apologized, but the more persistent of them tried his luck more and more as we sat there. Lizzy stood, and the chap came hip to hip with my sly spouse. As he pretended to reach for a napkin on the bar, he brushed the outside of Lizzy's right boob.
"Oops, sorry about that,” he said. "You can't swing a cat in here."
"Quite all right. Can't be helped."
Lizzy bent forward and whispered something in the man's ear. He reciprocated, and I swear that he cupped her behind as they conversed. Then she took me by the elbow, and we made for the exit.
"Don't forget the Atkinson." Lizzy had the smile of the cat who got the cream as we headed back to our suite. "That's it. We're in."
"What! That was bloody quick!"
"His name is Luke, and I've invited him back to ours. Oh, I'm so horny!"
"It's your choice, my darling." I kissed her on the cheek, and already my imagination ran riot as I imagined Lizzy on her back with an athletic rugby player between her gazelle-like legs.
She hit the bathroom when we got back, and I sat back and awaited our guest for the evening. He knocked loudly, and I rose and let him in. He gave me a quizzical look, probably not expecting to see me still here.
"What's going on? Is Lizzy here?"
"Certainly. She's quite excited."
He looked over my shoulder at the interior of the fancy room and then back at me.
"So, what's the deal? You two have an open marriage."
"Very much so. Although I won't intervene, it'll be just you and her."
Before he could reply, Lizzy emerged from the bathroom and instantly draped herself over the massively built footballer. He lowered his hands to her nose, and he pulled her toward him. His groin pressed into her as she put her hands around his neck to kiss him. Luke reached up behind her back, and with a little tug, her dress fell from her slender frame to her heels. She had not bothered to wear a bra or pants, and to see her standing in his arms in the buff was highly erotic. I had to cross my legs in my chair as I felt a welcome stirring in my pants.
"Let's have ourselves a blast and then go our separate ways."
"Whatever you say, babe, I couldn't say no, even if I wanted to."
He was right. How could he walk away from this vision of beauty? Luke became quite animated, and his hands moved all over her stunning form, her shoulders, and down her back to her rounded bottom. She moaned in his mouth as he stroked her plump cheeks, squeezing them gently as she humped up into his almighty bulge. His fingers lingered in the crack between her heavenly buns as he frigged her fuck holes.
As usual, seeing my delectable wife change from her sophisticated self into a carefree minx had me going. And when Luke tipped Lizzy back so that he was able to nuzzle her perky tits, I had no option but to unzip and fish out my welcome hard-on. The sound of his frenetic sucking of each of her hard nipples could be overheard above Lizzy's grateful sighs.
The horny girl wasted no time, and her busy fingers managed to throw his jacket from his upper body and unbutton his shirt. He stepped back, and Lizzy sucked in her lower lip as the athlete's hairy chest was unveiled. His torso was muscular and pronounced, and he proudly flexed his big biceps as he preened before the naked Lizzy. He shot me a look, and I nodded back to indicate he continued. He yanked down his briefs to reveal a sizeable cut cock under a hirsute black pubic bush. He was circumcised, and the pink cockhead flared out over a thick shaft. Lizzy had chosen wisely, and I knew she would be in for a good rut tonight. As Lizzy moved to the four-poster bed, Luke's fat organ seemed to point directly at her moist pussycat.
"Oooh, cheeky!" she exclaimed as he robustly grabbed her ankles and spread her long legs out wide.
She moaned accordingly when he began to tongue her hairless muff. I watched him suck out her puffy labia into his mouth and then press inside her weeping mons. His saliva collected in the divine cleft between her cheeks and onto the crisp sheet. He dragged her down the bed further, and the sheet rucked up under her. Her hips jerked upward to greet his flickering tongue, which was so quick as to appear to be at three different points of her loins at the same time. He gripped both of her magnificent breasts in his paws before pulling her roughly down to the edge of the bed.
"Oh, fuck!"
Lizzy was thrashing on her back as he jammed a finger deep into her anus. She reared upward as he penetrated her back passage, and her hair fanned out above her as she grabbed bunches of the sheets in her tiny fists. He lifted her hips a little, got on his knees, and fanned her seam with his cock. I shifted to see him wiggle over her and then sink on top of her with his considerable bulk.
"Oh my goodness!" she sighed as he flexed his hips in one slow movement and penetrated her.
It was quite something to see my lean and leggy better half kick out as he drove inside her. Her tits were crushed by his burly chest, and her legs came up into his forearms as he cradled them effortlessly. Each time he withdrew, I could see his long shaft shine with Lizzy's juices. Her outer folds were pulled out and then pushed back with his languid strokes. Lizzy purred in delight as his cock pushed, stretched, and filled her quim fully. Now and again, he paused half inside of her as they kissed. Then Lizzy would swallow hard as he resumed the righteous rut.
"Big! Big!" she trilled as he began to fuck her harder, bouncing the pair of them in the four-poster.
Her feet were entwined behind his lower back now as she pulled him closer. She was having a ball as the man slammed into her harder and harder. This was animal sex. There is neither romance nor tenderness; it is just brutal fucking. Which was just what the doctor ordered. She didn't want to be made love to; she wanted to be screwed like a savage whore. The feel of his solid thighs against her slender legs looked highly erotic, as she was effortlessly impaled on throbbing man meat. His hips thrust down and up, probing ever deeper in the moist heat of her pussycat. He plowed in faster, and she writhed in his arms, murmuring nonsense and emitting enchanting squeals of pleasure.
"Harder, big man!"
He obeyed, stroking her with his hardness, in and out, and over and over, as she received him happily. His cock was engorged and swollen to monster proportions as he ravaged the slender beauty. Her muff dripped down her upturned bum as every thrust into her caused the surface of the bed to bounce beneath them. I was beating my meat in sync with their hot fuck as I became exhilarated by seeing my spouse being hammered into the mattress. Every stroke into her brought the athlete crashing down on her lean frame. Her face radiated euphoria as she came, and he too as he ejaculated inside her, his cock bursting out wads of cum in a wild flood of release.
They ceased fucking as if in slow motion, and they uncoupled with heavy panting and sweaty bodies. Lizzy positively glowed in rapturous ecstasy as the ripples of her orgasm abated. When she could finally gather her wits, she saw me with my dick in my fist and no sign of Luke, who had scarpered in a hurry.
"That was wonderful; thank you, my darling."
In her gratitude, Lizzy knelt in front of me and started to suck on my stiff cock. I am a decent size, just a hair below eight inches, one of the reasons that had attracted her to me all those years ago, and she used to love giving me heads. She started to bob furiously in my lap, and soon enough, I exploded as I forced my cock down her throat. I shot rope and rope of cum into her mouth, and she was happy to swallow the lot.
"Just like it used to be," she purred.
"I’m so glad," I muttered as I closed my eyes and sat back.
I went to bed and dropped off as Lizzy told me that she wanted to soak in the bath with a drink. I awoke with a start about an hour and a half later when the sound of laughter hit my ears. I got up and looked around, calling out for Lizzy, but she was not in the bedroom. I padded naked to the door of the main room, and the laughter and chatter grew louder.
As I stood at the closed door, it hit me. The noise was that of a group fooling around. I slowly opened the door a crack and strained my ears. The sounds were clear now. It was of Lizzy with an untold number of men. I peered in to see my nude wife in the middle of a very seductive three-way between two very virile rugby players. Instead of being jealous, I got an instant erection. I actually enjoyed the sight of the leggy baby getting caressed and felt up by two strangers. The darker of the two leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Then she turned to the other and placed a huge, wet, juicy kiss on his mouth. The assembled group all looked on with their impressive erections in their big fists. I again saw Luke and realized that he must have boasted of his success laying Lizzy, and a whole group had invited itself to our suite.