11-3 The Fearsome Four - Sex Stories

11-3 The Fearsome Four

... had exhausted all the local eateries (sometimes even the takeaways), and travelled further afield to other towns and village gastropubs, now and again to a big city.

Even though there was an appreciable age difference between the couples, we all got on like a house on fire. Usually, our table discussion during the meal was normal and general, but if the place was quiet and no-one could eavesdrop, we would branch out into sexual areas. They had copies of all our videos now, so we talked about the pee competitions, the induction ceremony and the analising session, amongst others.

They shared with us details of their previous wife swapping experiences, and we did likewise. We told them about how Franny and I had started the pee drinking tradition, from the event in Bailey Park to our expedition on the forest trail. We even said that we thought Franny and Chris might be up for a foursome with them as they were of the same age. We promised we'd get back to them on that.

Normally, after a meal (especially if bloated with food) we would just go our own ways. But now and again we would go back to ours or theirs and bonk the other's wife. (Ahem, partner in our case.) No long drawn-out pleasant leisurely thing like on Sundays - almost, but not quite, a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am'. But Dean and I never touched each other again, even though I did sometimes steal peeks at his foreskin and droopy scrotum. The way his balls swung, bumping into her arsehole (or cunt if he was ...

... doggying her rectum) when pistoning Margey was incredible to see. I confess I even looked up porn videos to see something similar but it was rare.

If there was time, we would play pee games, either indoors in the bathroom, or on the patio. One of us held a hi-res portable video camera (or we put in on a tripod) to film ourselves, and sent copies to each other.

(Just remembered!!! This was what I wanted to buy way back when Margey and I had a slight disagreement about it and she put me in the doghouse. It was the day the Wang Chinese family moved in down our street and I took them my self-made cupcakes. They assumed she had made them. Me being humble didn't disabuse them. She being pissed didn't put the record straight...until too late, the next day. She said the camera was a waste of money. Hah, she's not fucking saying that now! She's the one who spends most time watching the vids with a finger or dildo up her pussy!!!)

BSB had successfully done the Indian wedding and 21st B Day events and made a large profit on them. They bought a large s/h transit van type thing, and had a signwriter put the company name and telephone number on it. Kim had designed it all FOC, with a brilliant and eye catching logo and caption on it.

B - Bring us

S - Some

B - Biryani...please!

Now they were gearing up for the politician's home event and he promised good publicity and regular bookings if he was satisfied with their work.

Local TV and newspapers came to cover and support ...