The Tunnel of Love - Catesby - Sex Stories

The Tunnel of Love - Catesby

... “Don’t apologise. The thought of those guys touching you, the fact you enjoyed it, it really turns me on too.” “There’s something else,” she said nervously. “It wasn’t the first time they touched me. When you were in the toilet they came on one of the other rides with me. My sarong didn’t fall off. They pulled it off. Their hands were between my legs, touching me, and I just let them do it. When they jumped in the train I knew what they would try to do, but I just stayed there. I could have called out. Told you to stop the ride, or something, but I didn’t. I wanted to see how far they would go.” “I bet they’d like to go a lot further,” I said, looking deeply into her eyes. “Yeah, I bet they would,” she said, looking back at me with a knowing smile, as if she could read my mind. “Do you think I should let them?” “I wish you would,” I said, laying my cards on the table. “I want you to let them do whatever they want with you.” “You mean like touch me? Feel up my tits and my ass and right between my legs, where it’s all juicy and wet. You want me to let them do all that?” “Yes,” I nodded. “What if they want more? What if they want to kiss me, use their tongues on me, in my mouth, on my tits? Should I let them?” “Yes, yes.” “What if they want me to suck their cocks? Should I do it? Should I suck them off?” “Oh yeah,” I said, barely able to breathe with the excitement. “And what if they want to fuck me? Stick their cocks inside me. Inside my wet, juicy cunt. Can I? Can I let them ...

... do it to me?” “Yes,” I said, grabbing her and kissing her passionately. “I want you to fuck them. All of them.” “It’s very naughty,” she said in a teasing voice. “But I am feeling in the mood, so I guess I might, seeing as you want it so badly.” I dragged her back to the ghost train before she could change her mind. I felt bitterly disappointed when I saw that the young men had all disappeared. Then suddenly I saw them, over by the rifle range, trying to impress some teenage girls. I looked to Jenny and she smiled then kissed me on the cheek and strutted over to where the guys were standing. Her hips swayed as walked, her firm buttocks rising and falling in a beautiful fluid motion. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it. As she approached, the lads forgot about the girls they were talking to and turned their attentions to my wife. I didn’t know whether they knew she was with me, but I had the feeling that they couldn’t care less anyway. The one who had sat beside her in the Ghost Train, the one that my wife had let suck her tits, he was the first to make a move. His hand reached down to cup one of the bare cheeks of her ass and he kept it there, squeezing it softly, as he looked down at her lovely tits. Seconds later the four of them moved off. I noticed the girls at the rifle range glaring at my wife in her skimpy bikini as she took the lads away. They began calling her names like ‘slut’, ‘tart’ and ‘whore’. All Jenny did was put an extra bit of wiggle in her ...