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"Now it's my turn," she panted, eyes gleaming.

She eased Neil over onto his back. His cock, Bill could see, was glistening with their mutual juices. There were flecks of white, Neil's spent sperm, on the knob and all down its length. He must have come heavily! And he was still erect, hardly wilting at all.

Lithely, Alex straddled her partner. She grinned at him. Taking the slippery shaft in her right hand, she manoeuvred herself into position and then sank her highly over-saturated pussy down onto it. There was a squelching sound as Alex completed their union once more.

She'd fucked in this position many times before, but never like this. Savouring it, she started to screw her hips, slowly at first but with increasing pace and vigour. It took a few minutes, but gradually Neil's cock, which never went really soft, resumed its earlier stiffness. It also restored its girth, for Alex an intense pleasure. God, could he stretch her!

As soon as he was aroused again, Neil fucked Alex, too, with increasing enthusiasm. Alex leaned forward to ensure her clitoris rubbed on the writhing body beneath her and was amply rewarded with a succession of powerful orgasms, the feel of his magnificence deep within her pushing up their sensation to new heights.

Eventually, as she tired, Neil gently levered her off.

"Now turn round," he croaked thickly. He'd wanted to fuck her this way from the start.

And so it was that Bill, at last, fulfilled the fantasy he'd been carrying since That Evening. There was the beautifully-shaped rear, only this time it really was that of his wife. He watched as Neil guided his purple coloured knob to her oozing pussy and then slid his whole cock into her pussy, gently, in one motion, all the way in. Alex yelped sheer delight, and continued to do so for the next few minutes as Neil continued to fuck her. Rapidly, she ascended to orgasm once more, and stayed there, crying her pleasure as Neil's amazing fullness stretched her and penetrated her as deeply as she had ever wished. On and on he fucked her, faster, slower, faster, slower. She thought she was going to die with pleasure.

They changed position again, at Neil's request, as his knees found the strain difficult. On her back once more, Alex gleefully accepted his cock again. Letting go completely, Neil fucked her faster and stronger, until they both exploded in a quivering, shaking, orgasmic frenzy. Through it, Alex thought to rejoice that his balls had been so well replenished with semen. Neil simply flooded her inner recesses with it.

Alex, at last, appeared spent. Neil, after a few moments of heavily-breathed recovery, rose unsteadily. He stood, surveying Alex's copiously leaking pussy. Her bush, even her hips, but especially her thighs, glistened with her juices and his sperm. God, what a fucking that had been! He'd never believe what they said about being past it at forty ever again. Alex had been fantastic!

So had her husband, he thought. How often does she do this? Obviously he approves. He set it up for goodness sake. And she needs it, I would say. It's a good arrangement that clearly works. He searched for his clothes and climbed unsteadily into them.

"Thank you," he said. "You're something else." He meant it.

And then he was gone. Rapidly, Bill was out of his clothes and moving towards the bed. Already, Alex was up on one elbow, admiring him. His cock was very hard, and she wanted it, very much.

"Now me," said Bill.

"Yes!" she uttered gutturally. "Thank you," she said, meaning it. "Was it all you imagined?"

"And more. And you needed it, yes?"

"Yes," she admitted. "God, he was good!"

"I want to fuck you!"

"Then do it."

Bill climbed onto the bed and Alex gratefully received his swollen manhood inside her. He expected to feel strange, fucking her through Neil's cum, and so it proved for a minute or so, but then the feel and encouragement of his wife kicked in. Fucking her with a vigour he'd rarely ever achieved, Bill rose rapidly to an orgasm that surprised even him in its sustained strength. After that, collapse and sleep was all that was left to either of them.

Alex was woken next morning by Bill departing for work. What day was it, she asked him? And what time? Thursday, 8.15. He bent over her, gave her a kiss and said he hoped to be back by six, the job done. They were due to check out tomorrow anyway, so he'd work until it was finished.

When he'd gone, Alex came round more fully. She'd slept all night, not common these days, and felt very relaxed and content. Flashes of the previous evening began zipping through her mind. Her pussy, she could feel, was a little sore, but was still tingling with remembered pleasure. That had been one fantastic experience!

She smiled to herself, realising that she was now a fully paid-up, bona fide, adulteress, but that she didn't care. The one thing she didn't feel was guilt. She'd wanted sex with Neil, she'd had it and it had been fabulous. She'd do it again, too, without a second thought under similar circumstances. Her husband had been present throughout, she recalled. It had been that had made everything, anything she could have wished to do, possible.

Alex showered and dressed, and then drifted down for a leisurely breakfast. Processing her mental jumblings was not easy. One thought kept recurring, however. There had to be a way of thanking Bill. Repaying him wasn't the right idea, it made her sound like a prostitute, which she didn't feel, but a positive appreciation was definitely necessary. Alex resolved to find something on her shopping excursion today that would express what she felt.

She returned to the room to pick up her coat, to find the chamber-maid there. Alex had seen her before, on previous three mornings, a bright, feisty girl in her late teens. They'd even chatted for a while.

Alex moved round her while the girl did what she had to. Idly, she observed her. Hardly stunning but just about acceptably good-looking. A figure with sufficient shape. Her boobs and bum were not bad, and she did have a waist. And long legs, shapely. Well, they looked long, but with a skirt that short, they were bound to.

The girl, humming to herself, bent over to adjust the bed covers. Alex smiled as the hem of her skirt moved up alarmingly, displaying a naked bum beneath. Surely not? No, she had some very brief, thin knickers on. Bright turquoise, Alex noted. Now if that isn't a fair degree of advertising, I don't know what is. She's trading sex for looks, that's for sure, and probably successfully.

Alex smiled, outwardly this time. These days, she supposed, a girl's got to do what she can. Anyway, I'll bet she gets a reasonable number of propositions in a day, and I'll bet she accepts some of them every now and again.

Alex had actually moved towards the door to leave before the obvious finally became apparent. How stupid! Her appreciation to Bill wouldn't be a thing, it would be a 'her'. This 'her'. She knew the girl came to turn down the beds in the evening at about seven-thirty. All it needed was some persuasive talk now, an arranged coincidence of timing, and Bill could enjoy his 'appreciation'.

Alex looked pointedly at the girl's skirt and then at her face. She smiled, she hoped confidentially.

"I should think that draws some comments, doesn't it?"

The girl laughed.

"Yes, a few."

"And some propositions? It would if I'd worn it at your age."

"Yes, a few," she repeated, laughing again. Alex knew she was on a winner. Sex was on the agenda, definitely, if the girl was approached correctly.

"And I'll bet you accept a few of them. I used to," she added. Alex hoped it looked like 'just between ourselves'.

The girl giggled. "Did you?"

"Yes, of course. It's still exciting now."

The girl straightened up, goggled-eyed. Women over forty hardly thought about sex, did they?

In the next few minutes, Alex had it out of her that she was used to getting propositions from men in the hotel. It was exciting, she said, and they were better at sex than her boyfriend. It just needed, she told her, the right suggestion on the right day when she was in the right mood. And, yes, today might be the right day.

"Some men can be persistent," she grinned.

"Like my husband," said Alex, off-handedly.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. And he can be very persuasive."

The girl laughed with just sufficient fascination.

"And he delivers, too. Or that's what it looks like to me."

More laughter. You've got an appointment to keep, thought Alex, scanning her for a last time, but you don't know it.

That evening, Alex was excited and confident. She intercepted Bill in the hotel lounge before he could go upstairs and persuaded him into a large drink. Gently, Alex mentally unpackaged her present for him. Bill took some convincing that this was for real, but another substantial rum helped enormously. She told him what he had to do and when to do it.

At seven-thirty, the girl came in to turn down the bed. As she bent over the bed, legs spread, her bum, if she'd known it, very nicely on display, Bill emerged casually from the shower room. He had a towel wrapped round his waist that showed he already had a good-sized erection.

The girl looked over her shoulder but didn't get up.

"That's nice," he said, looking pointedly under her skirt. He wasn't lying. The thought of fucking a teenager, even if she wasn't the most ravishing thing on two legs, was very exciting. Thoughts of a tight, young pussy and sweet young tits had been flooding his mind ever since Alex had unfolded her plan to him. He knew she was watching him from the shower-room, too.

The girl laughed but still didn't move. She certainly hadn't forgotten what Alex had told her that morning. After all, she might not have been having her on. The girl still didn't move as she felt his hands move over her hips, caressing her. He was gentle at least, not one of these rough merchants you then had to fight off under the 'mistaken intentions' banner. This could be a very acceptable experience.

After no more than thirty seconds, Bill dropped all pretence as well as his towel. His cock was hard and felt as big as he'd ever felt it. He reached down, lifted the hem of the girl's skirt and lifted it above her waist. To slip his fingers inside the waistband of the turquoise knickers and then ease their stretchiness round her arse took no time at all. The girl closed her legs so he could remove them, as well as her shoes.

He started to stroke her smooth nakedness. The girl shifted again, opening her legs, and Bill slowly ran his hand right up to her pussy. She gave a little jump and a cry of delight as his fingers stroked over the soft lips. However, she herself was aroused, making her pussy lips juicy, so his fingertips moved smoothly into the sweet slipperiness. Despite his extreme arousal his cock was already freely dribbling pre-cum Bill sought to be gentle in churning his fingers inside her pussy. He merely wanted to ensure he opened up her tightness enough to take his cock.

He placed his cock head against her pussy lips and pushed forwards. Mentally in a flash, he thanked Alex for setting this up. I can't believe I'm doing this. What a woman! I'm going to enjoy this just for her!

The girl's pussy was certainly tight, deliciously so, but well capable of receiving a fully stiff male member. Bill pushed inwards and the girl bent over even more, pushing up her arse so she could take his cock fully. Bill felt his balls resting against her bush. Then he started to fuck her.

The strokes were slow and full at first, making Bill tingle with pleasure. Her pussy felt just fantastic, so tight on his cock shaft, the entire length. He soon became conscious that the girl was getting excited, too, so he fucked her a little more firmly, while not pulling out so much. At the same time, he reached round to undo her blouse, got her to take it off, and then unclipped and disposed of her bra.

The freedom of nakedness acted like a strong stimulant on the girl. She began fucking Bill every bit as vigorously as he was fucking her. Before long, he felt her judder and quiver, inverting her back. Guttural incoherence, lengthy and gasped, accompanied her drawn-out orgasm, which only seemed served to push her sexual desire to even greater heights.

Bill's cock had slipped from her pussy at the end of the orgasm. Quickly, she turned, and Bill saw an impish grin on her face. This was a seriously aroused girl looking for a lot more sex and in double-quick time. She'd take some keeping up with, but it would be terrific fun trying!

Her movement took him by surprise and he over-balanced forwards onto the bed. The girl laughed playfully and pushed him over onto his back. Bill looked down at his throbbing cock, shimmering with her juices and sticking up strongly. Swiftly, the girl straddled him, reached down to hold his shaft near the balls and guided the knob to her gaping pussy. With a sigh of satisfaction and delight, she sank onto him, completely filling her void once more.

As she screwed on him exuberantly, Bill looked at her body. Well, it wasn't the finest in the universe for that age small tits that sagged more than they should, more dumpy round the waist than she ought to be, thick in the thighs, a slightly disappointing bush but her enthusiasm far outweighed all of that. Did she did want to fuck! What a hell of a sex-drive!

After a two more orgasms in next to no time, the girl moved to rise from him again. Bill realised what the girl appeared to like was fairly frequent changes of position. Well, if that's what she wants.

For the next fifteen minutes that felt like hours, Bill did his best to oblige. It helped him, too. His orgasm never quite arrived before they moved to couple differently. He mounted her, she rode him, he tried to impale her to the bed, she rode her him facing his feet, they fucked kneeling, and fucked standing, and fucked lying down.

And she licked him, God, how she licked him, all the way from balls to slit! And she did so repeatedly, so he pulled her round so he could suck avidly on her profusely leaking pussy. Finding her clit was not difficult. Generating successive orgasms was easy before she decided she wanted to be fucked again.

And it was while Bill was fucking her as he'd started, with the girl leaning across the bed, her arse pushed up high to him, squirming her delight, that he at least felt the tide rise uncontrollably. Oh, God, yes! Bill's senses exploded as they'd rarely done, and far longer than he was used to. He pumped the girl majestically full of, for him, a massive load of his cream.

It took time for him to return to earth, but the girl did so much more quickly. She was more used to high-octane but fairly rapid sexual encounters than he was. But he'd been worth the giving-in to, she thought, even if she'd had decided second thoughts to start with. Men of forty could flatter to deceive, but not this man.

Bill sat on the edge of the bed, spent. The girl grinned at him, lithely moved across to the dressing table and pulled out some tissues from the box. Opening her legs wide, she mopped up the surge of cum flowing freely onto her thighs. He had come a lot! Still, she liked that, it showed how aroused she'd made the man she was with. This would be a good story for her girlfriends a very good fucking indeed.

"Thanks," she said.

"No, thank you," croaked Bill, smiling in turn.

The girl scooped up her clothes.

"I'd better wash my face," she smirked, and disappeared into the bathroom. She failed to spot Alex, who'd slipped behind the shower-curtain because she wasn't expecting to see her. In less than two minutes, she emerged, dressed more or less appropriately, but with her skirt hem still halfway up her thighs. Bill, still naked on the bed, wanted to fuck her all over again, but realised, with disappointment, that she was actually supposed to be working, not fucking the guests.

The door closed and she was gone. Bill lay back, a mixture of high exhilaration and slight frustration. Moments afterwards, however, he was joined by another naked, very aroused female. Alex been intensely turned on by what she'd seen. Hurriedly, they were fucking, and frantically so until Alex's third, or was it fourth, orgasm and Bill's second brought a lull. But it was only temporary, and more frenetic fucking followed.

At dinner that night, they surveyed the new landscape they had now moved to. It was very different from the one of a week ago.

"Any regrets?" asked Alex, whose pussy was just as sore as this morning, but even more tingly.

"Not if you don't," said her partner. "We just need to go on sharing."

"I went into the cyber caf‚ over the road today," said Alex, taking some folded papers from her handbag, "and there was this site I found."

She pushed the opened-out papers across the table. Bill scanned them quickly, then more slowly. They were a dozen or so entries, couples from a 'swingers' site.

"It was idle curiosity at first, I must admit," said Alex. "But then. Anything catch your eye?"

To his astonishment, but great satisfaction, Bill felt his third erection of the evening burgeoning upwards and outwards.

"Well," he said, "if you're asking. there's those. or maybe those. How about you?"

Alex looked at him, that twinkle in her eyes.

"What about those?" she pointed. "Late thirties, newcomers like us."

"Agreed. And they do look possible," he said gravely. "Would you be serious?"

"Maybe. Yes, I think I could be." She grinned. "After all, one of your fantasies is fucking a black woman, right?"

Bill laughed.

"And anyway," she said, "I want to see if it's true. About black men, or this black man, anyway. They say he's all of nine inches," Alex added dreamily, "and thick with it."

She looked up. They gazed into each other's eyes. This would be more new territory. Dangerous, but such fun to explore.

"That's a game I'd love to see you play," murmured Bill, "as long as I can play mine."

The next day, an email was sent. The following day, a positive reply came. And a month later, the games had been played out very successfully. Bill majestically fucked his black woman, and Alex got her nine inches all of it. They had learned to play the game for real.

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