"Dutch Coupling"

(MMFF wife oral bi)

Hi everyone. I'm not at all sure about this. My name is Chrissy and, as I have had a few short romantic stories published in the past, my husband David has persuaded me to write this story about what happened to us a couple of years ago. You dream about such things but, to this day I can't really believe what actually happened. As a brief introduction (which seems to be the usual for this sort of story) let me tell you that David is an "executive" with a big firm in London, and he's, well, pretty good looking I suppose, about 6 ft in height, brown eyes, sort of Latin looking in a way. I'm of Nordic stock, with the traditional blonde hair, fair skin and, dare I say it, a pair of jugs to be really proud of!

We were, and still are, a young "Dinky" couple (double income no kids yet), in our late twenties, now in our early thirties. For some reason we decided on a camping holiday in France. God knows why, as we could afford to go on holiday just about anywhere in the world. But France it was going to be. To cut this story down a bit just let me tell you that we soon met Piet and Ingrid, a Dutch couple from a small town near The Hague. In just two weeks we became very good friends. They were rather "senior" to us and had two delightful children who ran in and out of our tent all day long. We spent many evenings having barbecues and a few drinks, outside their tent or ours. They both worked for the American Embassy, I think, and their English was perfect with just a very slight accent. In his spare time Piet was a semi- professional tennis coach and Ingrid was a fitness fanatic. Piet had a man's figure that ladies dream of, even though he was in his mid thirties and perhaps just past his prime. And wow was he good looking to go with it! Blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile to knock the ladies stone dead. I fancied him like crazy, but tried not to let on. Ingrid was a good looking and well built brunette, perhaps a little on the tough side, but I noticed that David couldn't keep his eyes off her chest, especially when she was dressed in a bikini at the pool. Anyway, when the time came to leave, Ingrid asked if we would like to visit them in Holland later in the year and, as you do with holiday friendships, we said we would, but actually we thought we would probably never hear from them again.

But within a week of getting home, Ingrid was on the phone and we had arranged to go to see them in July, for a long weekend. I was a bit disappointed when she told me that the children would be staying with her mother, as I really liked having them around. I am embarrassed to think how young and innocent I was in those days! Married for just a few years, believing in that concept of one partner for life, a romantic coupling, beautiful children, all that sort of thing.

July duly arrived and our friends met us off the flight and took us to their house. It was small, much smaller than ours at home, but they explained that they spent most weekends on the coast north of Amsterdam, at a beach resort near Den Helder, and would we like to go up there tomorrow. It sounded like a wonderful idea, so off we went the next day. It took quite a few hours driving to reach the resort, but I couldn't believe how beautiful the North Sea coastline was, miles of beaches and golden sand. And the weather couldn't have been better; blazing sun and really hot.

We arrived in the evening and settled in. They had a sort of apartment, with a lounge, kitchen, shower room and one bedroom. To accommodate the four of us there was also a "put you up" folding double bed in the lounge, which they insisted on using. So David and I had the use of a huge double bed, sort of oval shaped, whilst our hosts slummed it in the lounge.

Ingrid and Piet showed us round the resort the next morning, after breakfast. In the middle there was a gigantic swimming pool, "S" shaped, and all around it there were small enclosures made with hedges, each with about 6 sun beds for secluded sun bathing. There was just one small problem. This was "liberated Europe" and almost everyone, whether in the pool or sunbathing, was completely naked! There were no children around, this was strictly an adults only place, mostly youngish couples like us, although there were a few older ones too. I whispered to David as we wandered round "So many cocks, so hard to choose!" and I remember he replied "So many pussies, how do know which ones purr?" We tried not to giggle at all the cocks, tits and hairy pussies on display, but it was hard work.

Well actually I really wasn't too sure about this at all. Sure, I had done a bit of topless sunbathing, but this was something else. Did I really have the nerve to strip off completely in front of Ingrid and Piet? But the idea was really rather exciting. I wondered when the challenge would come, and what I would do! Then it occurred to me that I would get to see Piet stripped off and that idea did rather excite me. He really did have a fantastic body and, well, I reckoned he would be quite a stallion. Then my mind came back to the problem of possibly having to take all my own clothes off. Ah well, I thought, let's just ride along with this and see what happens.

The morning was easy. We went to the beach, swam in the sea and sunbathed on the beach. No stripping off was allowed on the public beach, so no problem. Then we went back to the apartment for lunch and a few glasses of wine, which made me quite relaxed and sleepy. Ingrid suggested we went to the pool for the afternoon as there was hardly anyone about. Oh dear, I thought. Here comes my test!

We took over some sun beds in one of the little hedged enclosures. For the first few minutes we were all occupied with spreading out towels, all that sort of thing. Then Piet said he was going for a swim and was anyone coming? No one volunteered. "OK" he said with a grin, "Be like that if you want to. I'll go on my own." And then, turning his back on us, he pulled down his swimming trunks, dropped them on the sun bed, and walked off towards the pool. Whoops, I thought. Here we go then!

"I'll go later, when I get too hot." said Ingrid.

"Me too." I said, lying down on my sun bed. I was wearing my very smallest bikini, a little skimpy thing that showed off my breasts very nicely and barely covered me decently lower down. I know perfectly well that I decided to wear this to flirt a bit with Piet and had noticed that he had undressed me with his eyes several times whilst we were on the beach that morning. I didn't mind at all, it was a compliment after all, and I was pleased to have got his attention. Anyway, this bikini...I decided to lie down on my stomach, so that I could discreetly unclip my top, which I duly did. Then, having settled down so modestly, I glanced over at Ingrid, who was the other side of David. Ingrid, seemingly completely oblivious of David, was lying on her back on the sun bed, completely stripped off! She had been wearing a one piece on the beach that morning but now she was showing everything and, my God, did she have a voluptuous body! Her full breasts flopped slightly to each side of her chest, but her waist was slim despite having two children. And there was her crowning glory, a beautiful strip of hairy bush running down between her legs. And David? Well, he had put the backrest of the sun bed up and was, I thought, just pretending to read his book. But his swimming trunks had a small tent in the middle and I could see that he was enjoying the view over the adjoining sun bed. He caught me looking at him and grinned as if to say, "Well I don't know what to do, but it's OK so far!"

Well, I thought, at this stage, everything under control and nearly decent. But, I thought, in this sort of environment, I really don't have to be to shy about my tits, do I? So I turned over, bikini top forgotten, and grabbed my magazine.

Then it all started to go to pot. Piet came back from his swim.

"Ho!" he said. "That was great!" He stood beside me, naked, reaching for his towel.

"Good swim then?" I asked innocently, looking up and smiling at him as if having a naked man beside me happened all the time. And I was trying, ever so hard, not to look at his cock. In all my life I've ever seen perhaps three or four "in the flesh", but never one like this. Piet was drying himself, one foot up on his sun bed. He glanced at me momentarily and definitely caught me looking at him. In fact my eyes were riveted on him, no doubt about that. It was the largest cock I could ever have imagined, like a length of hose pipe hanging down between his legs. Then, with a slight smile, he turned towards me, full frontal, and continued to dry himself. His massive cock flapped around vigorously as he dried himself and I tried desperately to concentrate on my magazine.

"You should swim." he said. "Take off those little panty things and liberate yourself, it's wonderful. You British are too uptight."

I didn't want to appear prudish, especially as he had definitely caught me staring at his dangling manhood only a few seconds earlier!

"Later Piet." I replied "Maybe when I get too hot."

"I'll look forward to it." he said, stretching himself out on his back on the sun bed.

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From that moment I tried, ever so desperately, to concentrate on the article in my magazine. But Piet's eyes were closed and so I looked and looked. That massive sex weapon lay on his stomach, inert, but with a promise of wonderful pleasure.

"Nothing is going to happen." I told myself. "So read your magazine and clean up your mind, for God's sake!"

A few more paragraphs and I couldn't resist another glance. Surely it was bigger than before? I arranged the magazine so I could look without being spotted and yes, it was definitely moving, and stiffening.

A quiet voice interrupted my reverie. "If you keep staring like that, what do you expect to happen?" said Piet.

"Sorry." I muttered, burying my head back in my magazine.

"No, don't be sorry." he replied "I don't mind at all, I can assure you. In fact it is most enjoyable. Please look all you want, and in a few minutes you will see everything I have to offer!"

Things were getting just a bit out of control I thought, but this sexy flirting was fun. I turned onto my side, facing him, feeling my breasts fall down towards him. I dropped my magazine, giving up the pretense of reading it.

"Ingrid is a very lucky lady Piet." I said quietly. "That, ...that is absolutely magnificent."

"She likes it." he said. "She likes it a lot, and she also likes me to show off, you know? And I don't mind showing off, because it is only nature, isn't it? Ingrid wants everyone to know what she has got to enjoy. So everyone is happy."

I heard Ingrid say something to David and as I turned to them she said "David and I are going for a swim. Are you coming, or are you two too busy?" She smiled at me mischievously. She knew exactly what I was up to.

"I expect we'll be along in a minute." I replied. "You go on."

"Fine." said Ingrid. "But would you please tell your husband to take those silly shorts off, will you? As you can see, no one round here wears anything. You are not fitting in, David."

"OK, OK." he replied, laughing. "I'll take them off." Quickly he dropped them and the two of them walked away from us towards the pool. As they approached the side of the pool, I saw Ingrid take his hand and of course I began to think. This looked like a swap, me with Piet and my husband with Ingrid. But no, it couldn't and wouldn't happen. David wouldn't go with her and I just couldn't have sex with Piet. It would all be much too complicated. But just the idea was rather exciting.

"Anything could happen." Piet said, with a big grin on his face. "Now they've gone."

"Piet, I don't think so." I replied with a smile. "Only so far and no further." I didn't want the excitement to stop, but at the same time I didn't want things to get out of hand. So we just lay there for a while, Piet and I, with me blatantly looking at his cock, which was now partly erect. It was just so magnificent, such a superb specimen of rampant manhood that I just couldn't stop myself. Piet just lay there and grinned at me. Then his right hand slipped down and he took hold of his half stiff shaft and began to stroke it. I thought I was going to faint, watching it stiffen yet more and the size of the knob increasing all the time. And now I felt a rush of wet between my legs as mother nature told me what she wanted me to do. "For God's sake." I told myself "Get a grip."

"You know, you should really get natural." said Piet "Look at everyone else round here. It is really liberating to have no clothes on at all, so take off that silly patch thing and relax a bit. I mean, it's not as though I've never seen a lady with no clothes on is it, just look around you!"

Well, I reasoned, if David could, then so could I. And he was right, there were literally dozens of females with no clothes on, scattered all round the pool complex. "All right" I said "But just till David comes back." I stood up beside the sun bed and slipped out of them.

Piet stared at my little blonde bush blatantly. Then he sat up. "The sun is getting your back." he said. "I should put some lotion on it for you." He was a fast worker.

"All right." I replied. Couldn't hurt, could it, just a little bit more flirting and titillation. I lay down on my stomach on the sun bed as Piet swung his legs over and knelt down beside me. He dribbled cold lotion up my back and began to rub it in, slowly and sensuously. I trembled as his hands swept over my buttocks and down my legs, then over my back and up to my shoulders. After a few minutes of this he said, "I suppose you'd like the other side done as well, wouldn't you?" I glanced round. David and Ingrid were nowhere in sight. It was just Piet and me. I didn't say a word, I just rolled over onto my back. Piet grinned down at me, the sun tan lotion bottle in his hand. "I'm better at this side." he said.

I closed my eyes and felt the cold stream of lotion hit my stomach, then the caress of his hands over my body. He spread the lotion slowly up towards my breasts, around them and down my arms. My God, I thought. What am I doing!? But I let him go on with it all the same.

"Your breasts..." he said, "are very white. I should use Factor 20 I think." I waited, trembling in anticipation, as he rummaged in his bag and produced the F20 lotion. Smiling, he poured a liberal dose into his hands and rubbed them together. I closed my eyes as he started the massage, his hands roaming under and then over my breasts. They slipped and squirmed, his fingers tweaked the nipples, causing me exquisite agony. And now he went lower, lower, down my thighs and legs. Then his hand brushed over my bush and I automatically clamped my legs together. "Sorry." he said. "It's all right." I replied. "You just made me jump."

I don't quite know quite what would have happened next if Ingrid and David hadn't come back from the pool. "Oh!" said Ingrid "Got you with the sun tan lotion did he? Looks like we got back just in time, or you would have been a goner!" I looked up at David, who was holding Ingrid's hand and grinning at me. I wondered just what they had been doing in the pool. David just didn't seem to mind at all that I was completely naked in front of Piet.

"The sun's gone." Ingrid went on. "In case you hadn't noticed and I could do with a drink. Can we go back now Piet?"

We made our way back to the apartment in towels, carrying our clothes and bits and pieces. I thought that would be it for the day and that everyone would be getting dressed again, but Piet and Ingrid had other ideas. Ingrid dropped all her things in a pile in the corner when we got in and then went off to the bathroom in the nude. Piet did much the same thing, just dropped his things and proceeded to make some drinks, still completely naked. I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I just sat down on the settee and waited for my drink. David sat beside me, with a towel draped casually across his lap. I decided to compromise and sat down with my swimming towel wrapped round my waist, leaving my breasts uncovered. It just didn't feel right to put clothes on when our host and hostess weren't wearing anything at all. Besides, I was beginning to get into this and the feeling of being naked was really rather exciting and, as Piet had suggested, rather liberating. All of a sudden I began to understand what it was that nudists or naturists (whatever you want to call them) liked about going around with no clothes on whatsoever. It was really great, I felt a sort of release and my initial shyness was fading away quite quickly.

Ingrid came back from the bathroom and sat down in a chair opposite Piet. Her only concession to modesty was to cross her legs, I noticed! Then Piet came over with the drinks, giving one to each of us. I'm sure he did it deliberately; he came right up to me to hand me my drink, so that his cock was dangling only inches from my face. Needless to say I gave myself a good close up treat before he moved away to the chair beside Ingrid. We just sat there, and there was a good deal of laughter, some naughty suggestions, and general sexual banter. Ingrid and Piet seemed to be saying that we British were generally so uptight and inhibited that we could never enjoy ourselves and how did the wives ever get pregnant if they wouldn't take off their clothes. All this time I kept looking at Piet, I just couldn't help it, it was so tempting. Not just his huge cock, but his superbly muscled body and beautiful figure. And needless to say, David was treating himself to a good eyeful of Ingrid, who really had the most perfectly shaped pair of breasts I think I have ever seen. I really envied them as I think mine are too big and floppy, although not all men would agree with me!

The drinks had all the right effects and I became really very relaxed, although also rather stimulated at the same time. It really was absolutely surreal, sitting there opposite our naked friends. I remember thinking that I should really have left my towel off, to get a completely liberated feeling, but I couldn't think of a way of just taking it off now without getting ribald comments from the others. As for my husband, what would David think if his wife suddenly jumped up and stripped off like that? But it was a pity, I thought, as seeing our host and hostess stark naked was both erotic and stimulating.

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I suppose we talked and joked for about half an hour before it happened. Thinking back, I suppose I should have known that something was going to happen, but I wasn't expecting it to be so sudden. Piet just got to his feet and, coming across the room to me, he held out his hand. "Come." he said, with a big sexy smile on his face. "I want to show you something in the bedroom."

Ingrid reacted immediately with a sort of cheer. "Whaaay!" she said "I'd be very careful about that invitation if I were you Chrissy! I know exactly what he wants to show you!" Slightly panic stricken, I looked at David, but he was just grinning from ear to ear. "David." I said, half laughing, "Save me, help!"

"Oh you don't need any help." he replied. "Why don't you just go and see whatever it is that he wants to show you?"

"David!" I said in mock outrage. "I think you know what Piet wants to show me. Don't you mind?"

"No, not really." he replied, still grinning "There's only one way to find out for sure, isn't there? So off you go, and we'll see you later."

I couldn't believe it. Piet was still standing in front of me, his hand outstretched towards me, waiting for me to get up and go with him. It was blatantly obvious what he wanted to do to me; his cock was already hard. My heart pounded as I found myself under pressure to have sex with him.

"Piet." I said, as politely as I could. "I really don't think this is a good idea. I mean, I'd like to, but things would get so complicated, you know...."

"Look." said Piet. "Here we all are, all friends and having a good time. David doesn't have a problem about you and me together, and you say you'd like to have sex with me. So what are you waiting for?" He leant forward and, taking my hand, he began to pull me to my feet. I leant back, away from him, still very unsure about the whole situation.

"Chrissy." said David "Don't be so awkward, just go." With that he got up and, taking my other hand, pulled me to my feet.

"Oh God." I said, giggling slightly. "I really don't think this is a good idea." But it was too late and my protests were no good. I was being pulled, stumbling, towards the bedroom. Ingrid, laughing, got to her feet and followed as I was dragged past her. "Oooo dear!" I remember her saying. "Now you are in trouble Chrissy! Take a look at Piet, I think you can see now what he wants to show you!" By this time Piet was walking backwards, holding both my hands and pulling me along. David was behind me, pushing me by the shoulders. And that massive cock of Piet's was up, right up, as stiff as a pole, flapping about obscenely as he dragged me towards my inevitable fate. As we went into the bedroom I somehow lost the towel from my waist so that I was then completely stripped off. (And ready for action, some might say). Although he denies it to this day, I'm certain that it was David who pulled it off me as an open invitation to Piet to take me.

Between them, Piet and David bundled me onto the huge oval bed. I had to give in now and just accept whatever was going to happen. There was no point in saying No any more, they weren't going to take No for an answer. There was going to be sex, that was absolutely inevitable and I had play along, like it or not.

They had me pinned down on the bed, my arms spread out. "At last!" said Piet. "Now then, where shall we start?"

"I know just where to start." said Ingrid. She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, grinning and rubbing her hands together in glee as her eyes swept over my naked body. Then she shuffled forward, pushing my feet apart and positioning herself between them. She leant forward, running her hands up my thighs to my hips and stomach. Smiling at me, she gently massaged the lower part of my body. I couldn't doubt what she was going to do to me. Slowly her face got lower and lower until she gently licked my stomach. As she did so, her hands pushed my thighs apart, opening my sex to her. Her tongue flickered lower and lower. Never in my wildest dreams have I ever thought of a female doing this to me, but now I found the idea massively exciting.

"Ingrid is very good at this." said Piet. "You will like it. Just relax and let it happen." Piet was kneeling on one side of me and David on the other. They were caressing a breast each, rolling my nipples gently between their fingers. I could feel my sexual excitement mounting with all this stimulation, all these hands roaming over my naked body, but the best was yet to come. Ingrid's fingers slipped into my bush and, finding my labia, peeled them apart, exposing my clit. I couldn't help myself now. I spread my legs further apart and waited for the touch of her tongue. Ingrid looked up at me over my stomach, then teased me by sticking out her tongue and waggling it at me, a promise of what she was about to do to me. My heart pounded in my chest as I anticipated the wet warmth of that tongue slipping between my labia and then flicking over my clit. Her head bent forward and lowered. The touch of her tongue on my clit was electric and I jumped as if I had had an electric shock. "Aaaargh" I shouted, then "Ooooooooo" as she spread her wet and mine all round.

David was lying down beside me now, still caressing my breast, whilst Piet was kneeling on the other side, watching his wife licking between my legs. "Enjoying yourself darling? No regrets now have you?" David whispered in my ear. "Look at Piet's cock, so big and hard, isn't he fantastic? And..." he added as he kissed my neck "He's going to give you such a fantastic fucking that you'll never forget it. I can't wait, my darling, to watch him mount you and take you." I felt a rush of wet between my legs as David whispered these obscene things in my ear. I couldn't feel any guilt about this. David wanted to watch me being fucked, and was going to enjoy the sight of Piet's massive cock impaling me.

I turned my head to look at Piet and, catching my eye, he smiled at me. Then he took hold of his hard cock and, bending forward, he offered it to my mouth. "Take it." whispered David. "Take it and suck it, hard." Even though I was racked with eroticism and barely able to concentrate, I took his cock in my hand and slipped it into my mouth. It really was huge! The massive knob filled my mouth and, as he began to slide slowly in and out, I thought I would choke. "That's it baby, give him a good time." David said quietly. "Get him really hard and wet, ready to fuck you. Go on, do him harder, that's it, harder." I managed to get my left arm free and so I reached over and took his hairy balls in my hand, massaging them gently as his shaft slowly eased back and forth between my lips. If I sucked hard, making my cheeks hollow, he would gasp and jerk his hips, threatening to ejaculate down my throat. So then I would take him out of my mouth and rub it on my face, looking up at him and smiling sexily.

But I had to stop playing with Piet as I felt my climax approaching. Ingrid had sucked my clit in between her lips and was licking it furiously as she slowly fucked me with two fingers. I could feel the tension building in my lower body, more and more, until I was ready to explode. I thought I would cum quickly, as I usually did, but instead I just climbed higher and higher, moaning and gasping for air. With my free hand I jerked at Piet's cock, while David whispered yet more obscene and sexy words in my ear, telling me what Piet was going to do to me with that enormous weapon. My hips were bouncing off the bed now, pushing into Ingrid's mouth, asking her to suck me harder and finger fuck me faster. And then the orgasm, the most powerful I have ever experienced, crashed over me. All the sexy talk and sights throughout the afternoon, the naughty pre-sex chat and banter in the nude, and being dragged reluctantly to this sexual pit for enjoyment by such a well hung and stiff stud, this had all done it's work on me. I yelled and wrapped my legs around Ingrid's head, holding her mouth on my pussy as my hips bucked and bounced. My nipples became super sensitive and the sweat poured off my chest and stomach. I was flying, way above the ground, and the blood rushed like wind in my ears.

I could hear voices in the distance, as if in a dream. "Wow, she really went overboard, didn't she?" I heard David say. "Lucky girl!"

"Ingrid is really good at doing that to girls." said Piet. "Because she's been bi-sexual since she was in her teens, and she really knows what the ladies like. She just goes for it, and hangs on."

I was back in the world of reality, although my pussy itched like hell and I wanted more. More of anything, more licking, more sex, a good fucking. I opened my eyes and there he was, the object of my desire, Piet. He towered above me, his gigantic cock projecting from his body like a flagpole, saying to all the world "I want you and I am going to fuck you."

"Hi there Chrissy, welcome back to planet earth." he said. "Did you enjoy that? She's very good isn't she? If you are a really good girl, she might give you some more later. But now you've got to pleasure me, and I'm going to pleasure you. With this." And he took hold of his rigid cock in his hand and waved it at me mockingly, smiling. "And how would you like it? he went on. "On your back? From behind? Doggy style? It's your choice."

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I don't know what made me decide on doggy style, perhaps it just seemed natural with him. I didn't speak, I just turned over and got up on my hands and knees. Without a word Piet positioned himself between my open legs and began to rub his cock up and down between my slippery lips. I could feel the rubbing getting harder and the pressure increasing. Then the knob penetrated me and I gasped. He paused. "And this, Chrissy, is what your husband asked me to do to you when we first met in France in May. He told me he wanted to see you fucked, and so here you are, getting fucked. Now David, watch carefully, because this is how a man with a big hard cock fucks another man's wife."

I screamed as he punched home in one quick urgent thrust. The end of his cock pounded deep into me and the thickness of his shaft filled me completely. I shuddered with the reality of being impaled by this big male, like a mare being mated with a stallion in the stable yard. So primitive, so brutal, and such urgency to the act.

And then - oh GOD! - he began to move, his shaft now running smoothly in and out of my slippery pussy. His big hands held my hips and propelled me back and forth like a fucking machine, built to pleasure his cock and nothing else. My big breasts began to flop and shudder as he powered into me and then, oh GOD, I began to feel that orgasmic feeling again, building up in my pussy as the full length of his greasy shaft ran up and down my clit. It spread into my stomach and sat there, like a caged animal waiting to be let free with the right signals.

David still lay on the bed, but was now below me. His hands came up and he clasped my swinging breasts, running his thumbs over my aroused nipples. Then, to my surprise, stroked one hand down my body and into my pussy. "Mmmm." he said. "Chrissy I can feel him pounding you, sliding into you. Are you enjoying it my darling?" I just grunted my reply, enjoying every second of my mating. Then I heard David give a gasp and look down his body. I turned and there was Ingrid with David's cock in her mouth, going at it fast. Her head bobbed up and down and David was soon writhing in ecstasy. She could do men as well as women!

Suddenly I felt Piet withdraw from me and I almost collapsed like a burst balloon. I couldn't believe he had stopped fucking me when I was so close to a climax. I looked down to see what he was doing and saw that he was kneeling between his wife's legs, his massive cock, slippery with all my juices, poised at her pussy. Then he was in and pounding her, brutally and fast. Oh God I wanted that big cock back to pleasure me! I had to tempt him back, somehow, anyhow. So, sitting up and leaning forward, I clasped his swinging balls in one hand and offered him my mouth. He was only too pleased with this variation! He pulled out of his wife, let me suck him and jerk on him several times, then slammed it back in. I could taste Ingrid's pussy on his cock. What a slut I had become! But there was worse to come. The third or fourth time I sucked him, I looked up at him pleadingly. "Please Piet." I said. "Fuck me, fuck me hard 'till I come. I want you now, please do it to me!" And with that I turned round, and again on my hands and knees and wriggling my backside at him, I gave him my pussy to fuck. He could not resist my erotic mating display and did as I asked. I felt the delight of that enormous cock easing into me again, filling me completely. Then the slow start to his expert fucking, and the gradual increase in power and speed until he was pounding me and I could feel my orgasm building nicely again. And now Ingrid's hand was on my clit and David's hands tweaked my nipples. They all knew I would climax and they wanted to see it happen; wanted to see me lose control and become a completely sexual animal. "Oh, oh oh!" I grunted in time with Piet's thrusts. "Oh yes Piet, fuck me, fuck me, that's it, harder, go on, yes, oh yesss!" Never had I ever spoken like this, but now I couldn't get enough and had to. Piet was ripping into my pussy faster and faster and I could sense that he was about to cum. Suddenly I had an erotic vision of that big cock squirting it's seed deep into me and I wanted it to happen as I climaxed.

"I'm cumming Chrissy. I'm cumming!" hissed Piet through gritted teeth as he pounded into my backside. I could feel his shaft becoming harder and his thrusts more urgent and deeper. "Arrrrgh." he growled, his cock still pistoning into me. And now it was Ingrid who finished me off. Quickly she lay underneath me and pressed her lips around my rigid clit. POW! I was gone, into the sky and far away. David told me later that every guest in the camp must have heard me shout "OH YES FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" at the top of my voice, but I don't remember doing it. All I can recall is Piet's rigid cock pulsing in my pussy sending jet after jet of his potent seed into me. I hoped he would impregnate me at that moment, so that we could share this erotic moment forever.

I collapsed face down on the bed after that and Piet's cock slipped out of me, followed by a flood of his sperm. Now I just wanted to sleep but our foursome wasn't over quite yet.

"Make a bit of room here." said Ingrid jokingly, pushing me gently out of the way. "You've had all the fun so far tonight, now it's my turn." She lay down in the center of the bed. "Now kiss me." she said. I leant forward and gave her a kiss on the mouth. "Not there!" she spluttered "Get your tongue onto my pussy Chrissy and give me some proper pleasure!"

Well, this was a new challenge for me. Whilst I was perfectly happy for Ingrid to "do" me, I really wasn't at all sure about returning the favor. I looked at David, wondering what he would think to see his wife in a lesbian act.

"Get her wet for me darling." he said. "Just like she got you ready for Piet." So I leant forward and nuzzled into her bush, my tongue exploring places where it had definitely never been before. Ingrid was beautifully aroused at my touch, and passionate. Her hips jerked and bucked, just as mine had done, and I had learnt about finger fucking from her earlier that evening. Within a few minutes I had her on the brink of an orgasm, my fingers deep in her and my tongue licking at her clit. David sat to one side, stroking his cock, watching us. Then, as Ingrid became excited, he lay down beside her and, raising one of her legs high in the air, he got his cock ready to enter her. "Take hold of me Chrissy, and fuck her with it." Obediently I did as he asked, but for his enjoyment I sucked him hard for a few seconds first. Then I guided him to his target and watched as he thrust home into Ingrid's very willing body. "Fantastic." he muttered. "What a fantastic fuck you are Ingrid."

I really liked doing this with David, the two of us arousing Ingrid. As he slipped his stiff cock in and out of her, I went on with my licking and sucking of her clit. David caressed her breasts as he fucked, and my hands pulled and prised at the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. Ingrid's moans got louder and her whole body jerked and shuddered. Her hands were on the top of my head, pressing my face harder and harder into her sex. Then, with a yell, she climaxed powerfully, her whole body trembling and shaking. Triggered by this, David ejaculated simultaneously, his sperm erupting into her. And as he came, he withdrew, sending jets of semen over Ingrid's bush and stomach, inches from my face.

Well, after all this, absolutely every one of my inhibitions and hang ups was completely gone! We had all performed together on the bed, and there were no barriers to our sexual couplings. After that first sex session we were all fairly tired and it was a case of showers all round and some more drinks before getting something to eat. But no clothes at any time, not any. Everything was done naked, and, oh yes, I was still "in lust" with Piet's muscular body and cock.

That night I slept with Piet and David was with Ingrid. I didn't care about the fact that he was enjoying himself with her in the next room, because I had Piet to look after my needs. And he did, many times.

The rest of that long week end was one long sexual experience with some extraordinary moments of bizarre pleasure. Like when we were sitting down to our mid-day meal and Piet suggested that I sat on his lap. Well of course his cock was up and so there I was, impaled on him and being bounced up and down while I ate my salad. Then David, excited at watching his wife doing this, got Ingrid to lie face down on the table, still eating from the plate in front of her, while he held her hips and fucked her doggy style.

Strangely enough, all this blatant sexual behavior stopped the instant we got back to their house. It seemed that this was just something they didn't do at home. Sex was never mentioned again and there was no flirting whatsoever. We were all very friendly when we parted at Schipol Airport, but somehow we all knew it was an experience that would never be repeated. We never heard from them again. Not even a Christmas card. I wonder how many other young couples they've seduced since then. Mind you, we've had a few experiences since Den Helder, but I'll save those stories for later. If you've liked hearing this story about the loss of our marital virginity, then email me and I might just be encouraged to write a few more.

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