There is a disclaimer at the bottom of this letter. Please read it!
A note from Shanti.
This is Rachel, another new member of our group. She is also new to our style of sexual adventure. She is young, about 19 and has been sexually active with two boyfriends. Suddenly she is in a group situation where there is an opportunity for a variety of sexual partners of a variety of ages and experiences. It would be safe to say that almost everyone she meets will be more experienced than she is.
The events in this story take place at the same time as Betty and Tom’s story does. In fact, the last part of their story takes place after this one. So, keep in mind that while Betty was having fun at that evening sex party and Tom spent the night with those two young women, Riya and Jaynitha, Rachel and Ian spent the night together at another house.
Enough said from me – here is Rachel now.
This is Rachel, another new member of our group. She is also new to our style of sexual adventure. She is young, about 19 and has been sexually active with two boyfriends. Suddenly she is in a group situation where there is an opportunity for a variety of sexual partners of a variety of ages and experiences. It would be safe to say that almost everyone she meets will be more experienced than she is.
The events in this story take place at the same time as Betty and Tom’s story does. In fact, the last part of their story takes place after this one. So, keep in mind that while Betty was having fun at that evening sex party and Tom spent the night with those two young women, Riya and Jaynitha, Rachel and Ian spent the night together at another house.
Enough said from me – here is Rachel now.
Rachael – My Story.
Hi, I am Rachel,
I am new to this Letters Group and new to this story writing. It is not the first time I have written a short story so when Shanti asked, I was willing to give it a go.
As I said, I am Rachael, I am 19, the eldest daughter of new members, Simon and Deanna. They were looking for something more, swinging, the nude lifestyle a bit of both, I suppose. As my story below will lay out, Roxanne, my sister and I had the choice of joining too. We both did but she chose the non-sexual option. I chose the full membership option which meant some changes with my current boyfriend. He didn’t take it that well when I told him I wanted to stop the sex and so he broke off with me. If our relationship was just about the sex then he probably wasn’t worth it anyway.
Part of my parent’s membership involved being given this set of black leather binders. They contained a full record of the history and sexual adventures of this group going right back to when Shanti and Joseph began writing together as penfriends. As young as I am now, it seems. Amazingly, they kept those early letters as they showed how quickly their correspondence turned sexual.
My mother is writing a huge story with six parts telling a story that stretches back from before I was born. She had help of course but it was mostly her ideas. I helped with those final scenes in her story where I spent a night with Mike. I think that was what told everyone I was able to write because she encouraged me to try one more of my own. Mine is simpler than her one, covering the events of only two nights. Again, I got offers of help and encouragement. Once my story is complete it already has a place in the books. Others will take care of the proofreading and publishing. Parts of my story will cover events that Mum mentions but that can’t be helped since we were both experiencing those same adventures.
I am new to this Letters Group and new to this story writing. It is not the first time I have written a short story so when Shanti asked, I was willing to give it a go.
As I said, I am Rachael, I am 19, the eldest daughter of new members, Simon and Deanna. They were looking for something more, swinging, the nude lifestyle a bit of both, I suppose. As my story below will lay out, Roxanne, my sister and I had the choice of joining too. We both did but she chose the non-sexual option. I chose the full membership option which meant some changes with my current boyfriend. He didn’t take it that well when I told him I wanted to stop the sex and so he broke off with me. If our relationship was just about the sex then he probably wasn’t worth it anyway.
Part of my parent’s membership involved being given this set of black leather binders. They contained a full record of the history and sexual adventures of this group going right back to when Shanti and Joseph began writing together as penfriends. As young as I am now, it seems. Amazingly, they kept those early letters as they showed how quickly their correspondence turned sexual.
My mother is writing a huge story with six parts telling a story that stretches back from before I was born. She had help of course but it was mostly her ideas. I helped with those final scenes in her story where I spent a night with Mike. I think that was what told everyone I was able to write because she encouraged me to try one more of my own. Mine is simpler than her one, covering the events of only two nights. Again, I got offers of help and encouragement. Once my story is complete it already has a place in the books. Others will take care of the proofreading and publishing. Parts of my story will cover events that Mum mentions but that can’t be helped since we were both experiencing those same adventures.
My story takes place during the few days that we stayed in Auckland. All the visitors from overseas were here and after taking them to Rotorua, we planned to take them to the Kia Iwi Lakes for a camping trip.
It is a complex story. By that, I mean there were some events, conversations etc. that I didn’t find out about until later but since they are important, I have asked those people involved to contribute what they knew.
With that business/admin part done, now let’s get on with my story.
It is a complex story. By that, I mean there were some events, conversations etc. that I didn’t find out about until later but since they are important, I have asked those people involved to contribute what they knew.
With that business/admin part done, now let’s get on with my story.
First Some Background.
As I said above, I am Rachel. I have never written anything in the Letters Books before, having only recently discovered that they exist. Most of the stories, I’ve still not read but I have learnt that I have appeared in them several times already, going back to when I was about 8 years old. I remember how my parents took us to a camp where nudity was allowed. Suddenly, this was different, where Mum was always encouraging Roxanne and me to be modest, keep our dresses down etc., suddenly the rules had changed. We didn’t need a swimsuit to go swimming, we didn’t need clothes to play in, and we ended up running around naked with the other kids all day long. Once I got over the shock, I enjoyed the freedom of being like that.
Anyway, I girl of that age has nothing worth seeing anyway. Two pimples on my chest and a tiny slit between my legs. Nothing to see here.
(See Story 81 Nude Bull Rush.)
(See Story 293 Joining the Letters Group - Simon's Story Part Five.)
There were other times when nudity came up as my parents were into that too. We had a private backyard which meant they were often naked when swimming in our pool. For Roxanne and me, it was left for us to make up our minds as to what we wore. With the onset of puberty, I became more conscious of my developing body and would usually wear a swimsuit, either a one-piece or a bikini, even when swimming in private with my family. It wasn’t so much about the pubic hair down below but rather my developing chest. I wasn’t a girl anymore but they weren’t developed enough to be a woman. Thinking back now, it was a bit silly really. Every woman goes through that stage, it is only natural. But nothing was ever said, they just left it up to me. No big deal about it. I appreciated that.
Anyway, I girl of that age has nothing worth seeing anyway. Two pimples on my chest and a tiny slit between my legs. Nothing to see here.
(See Story 81 Nude Bull Rush.)
(See Story 293 Joining the Letters Group - Simon's Story Part Five.)
There were other times when nudity came up as my parents were into that too. We had a private backyard which meant they were often naked when swimming in our pool. For Roxanne and me, it was left for us to make up our minds as to what we wore. With the onset of puberty, I became more conscious of my developing body and would usually wear a swimsuit, either a one-piece or a bikini, even when swimming in private with my family. It wasn’t so much about the pubic hair down below but rather my developing chest. I wasn’t a girl anymore but they weren’t developed enough to be a woman. Thinking back now, it was a bit silly really. Every woman goes through that stage, it is only natural. But nothing was ever said, they just left it up to me. No big deal about it. I appreciated that.
Joining The Letters Group.
Now jumping forward to more recently when my parents discovered this swing group we had joined. Yes, I did say ‘we’ because when they joined my sister Roxanne and I became involved too.
The first time we were with them was a year before we joined. Mum had kept in contact with Mike and Shanti since those early days when I was young. We would get together at their house or our house for dinner and an evening a few times a year. So, I knew Kathy and Michael fairly well and I’d even met some of the other children from this group so I knew Sabreena and Ragesh a bit too. These evenings were mostly clothes although during the summer we did swim nude in their or our pool.
One day Dad and Mum told us they were going nude camping with this group. They gave my sister and me the option of going with them, staying at home ourselves or going to stay with my uncle over on the North Shore. Both Roxanna and I decided to go on the camping trip. I like camping, thought it could be fun.
It was the first time I had done social nudity with a larger group for a long time but surprisingly it didn’t take much to get naked and join in. We had a lot of fun. Yes, I knew more was going on among the adults but I wasn’t involved in that. At 18 I was sexually aware but still a virgin. I was interested to see what they got up to but we were kept away from the fun things. Kathy, Sabreena and I got caught trying to spy on them and got into big trouble the following day. Our fathers got together and really told us off.
More of this camp is found in Letter 232 through Letter 236)
(See - Story 293 Joining the Letters Group - Simon's Story Part Five.)
The first time we were with them was a year before we joined. Mum had kept in contact with Mike and Shanti since those early days when I was young. We would get together at their house or our house for dinner and an evening a few times a year. So, I knew Kathy and Michael fairly well and I’d even met some of the other children from this group so I knew Sabreena and Ragesh a bit too. These evenings were mostly clothes although during the summer we did swim nude in their or our pool.
One day Dad and Mum told us they were going nude camping with this group. They gave my sister and me the option of going with them, staying at home ourselves or going to stay with my uncle over on the North Shore. Both Roxanna and I decided to go on the camping trip. I like camping, thought it could be fun.
It was the first time I had done social nudity with a larger group for a long time but surprisingly it didn’t take much to get naked and join in. We had a lot of fun. Yes, I knew more was going on among the adults but I wasn’t involved in that. At 18 I was sexually aware but still a virgin. I was interested to see what they got up to but we were kept away from the fun things. Kathy, Sabreena and I got caught trying to spy on them and got into big trouble the following day. Our fathers got together and really told us off.
More of this camp is found in Letter 232 through Letter 236)
(See - Story 293 Joining the Letters Group - Simon's Story Part Five.)
Joining the Group.
(See Story 294 Joining the Letters Group - Simon's Story Part Six.)
It wasn’t a surprise when Mum and Dad announced they were going to join this nudity and swinging group. They had talked about it for quite a while and during a recent evening when Mike and Shanti visited our house, the subject had come up again. They were planning a weekend, staying at Mike and Shanti’s house when the details would be sorted out. Roxanne and I were asked to attend as well. I thought my parents wanted us to be involved but they made it clear that the final decision would be up to us.
The first evening was just us with Mike and Shanti and their family. From the start, the dress code for us women was just a sarong wrapped from the waist, down almost to our feet. Yes, that meant our breasts were bare and we wore nothing under our sarong, being ready to go nude in the pool. I was sure that before we got too far into this evening the sarongs would be gone anyway.
During the evening, the idea and history behind this group was explained to us. They showed us a series of volumes recording their sexual adventures going right back to before Shanti was my age. It was interesting as they got Michael and my sister Roxanne to read the first eight letters as they were back then. It told us about how Shanti and Joseph (Sabreena’s father) began writing as penfriends.
Then came the more formal offer was made to us to join. Of course, Mum and Dad accepted straight off. This is what they both wanted and they were going for it. For Roxanne and I it was a bit different. She was a virgin and wanted to join as a non-sexual member. By then, I was sexually active with my boyfriend, someone outside the group which had to be talked about with Shanti. She explained my responsibility for the safety of the group since they all used unprotected sex. With a few rules in place, I was allowed to join since I had a negative test. It would involve monthly tests when I was having regular sex with a boyfriend. I also had to be careful to know if he was playing around with others.
Once we decided to join, we were invited to a party they were holding the following night. It was to introduce us to the rest of the New Zealand part of this group. A formal presentation would be made, and our family would be presented with a copy of the Letters Books. I have been told that if I complete this story, I will be allowed my own personal copy.
So, on Saturday evening, once the meal and formal presentation were over, the children had left for another house, and the party got underway. Yes, it quickly turned into an orgy party and yes, I was involved. Let me tell you a bit about what happened to me.
It wasn’t a surprise when Mum and Dad announced they were going to join this nudity and swinging group. They had talked about it for quite a while and during a recent evening when Mike and Shanti visited our house, the subject had come up again. They were planning a weekend, staying at Mike and Shanti’s house when the details would be sorted out. Roxanne and I were asked to attend as well. I thought my parents wanted us to be involved but they made it clear that the final decision would be up to us.
The first evening was just us with Mike and Shanti and their family. From the start, the dress code for us women was just a sarong wrapped from the waist, down almost to our feet. Yes, that meant our breasts were bare and we wore nothing under our sarong, being ready to go nude in the pool. I was sure that before we got too far into this evening the sarongs would be gone anyway.
During the evening, the idea and history behind this group was explained to us. They showed us a series of volumes recording their sexual adventures going right back to before Shanti was my age. It was interesting as they got Michael and my sister Roxanne to read the first eight letters as they were back then. It told us about how Shanti and Joseph (Sabreena’s father) began writing as penfriends.
Then came the more formal offer was made to us to join. Of course, Mum and Dad accepted straight off. This is what they both wanted and they were going for it. For Roxanne and I it was a bit different. She was a virgin and wanted to join as a non-sexual member. By then, I was sexually active with my boyfriend, someone outside the group which had to be talked about with Shanti. She explained my responsibility for the safety of the group since they all used unprotected sex. With a few rules in place, I was allowed to join since I had a negative test. It would involve monthly tests when I was having regular sex with a boyfriend. I also had to be careful to know if he was playing around with others.
Once we decided to join, we were invited to a party they were holding the following night. It was to introduce us to the rest of the New Zealand part of this group. A formal presentation would be made, and our family would be presented with a copy of the Letters Books. I have been told that if I complete this story, I will be allowed my own personal copy.
So, on Saturday evening, once the meal and formal presentation were over, the children had left for another house, and the party got underway. Yes, it quickly turned into an orgy party and yes, I was involved. Let me tell you a bit about what happened to me.
My First Orgy.
The highlights for me included, Peter eating me to a wild orgasm during the ball game in the pool. That was sexy but a bit embarrassing too. The whole group had stopped to watch and for me, it had been a big one. I even got a prize for it being the first orgasm for the evening. Ha! Ha!
Playing with those lovely cocks to get some of the men ready for Pussy Row. That was fun but with one poor man, I almost overdid it and got a load in my face.
I got spit roast threesomes twice during that evening. The first from Ragesh and Michael, the second from Peter and Hirohiko. I found I liked doing it like that, especially when they began swapping ends like Peter and Hirohiko did with me.
By then, it was getting late and the party was starting to wind down. I was watching Mum who was sitting beside Hirohiko. It looked like they would be spending the night together. Probably, she wanted to find out how good he was after I’d been with him.
It was funny how Dad seemed to have hooked on to their daughter. I would have thought it might have been Hirohiko’s wife Sayako. He seemed to like her and had been flirting with her a bit. But no, Dad was with Tukiko, a woman not that much older than me. That was a surprise. Bit of a cradle snatcher it seems. I wondered why he was interested in someone young like me when there were so many older more experienced women available.
Then a man sat down beside me. An older man, about my father’s age. It was Mike, Shanti’s husband. I ended up going with him for the night and it was an eye-opener for me. He taught me a few good lessons about sex. Yes, I’ve already experienced sex and thought I knew all about it. But Mike showed me it was different. I realize now I needed those lessons.
My boyfriends had fucked me and that was just what it was, fucking me until they cum and I had to get myself off as best I could before they finished. It was no concern for the other person, only all about grabbing our own orgasms. But Mike taught me to put the other person first. Think about them and not myself. Makes sense really. Suddenly I realized what a big difference this would make.
We used a few different sex positions; some I’d never tried before and some that had never given me anything before. He showed me there were different styles of having sex. Slow and gentle, faster and rough, changing positions to help get the best for each other. I think the big secret I learned was communication. Listen to what they wanted and tell them what I wanted. That made all the difference, I think.
Playing with those lovely cocks to get some of the men ready for Pussy Row. That was fun but with one poor man, I almost overdid it and got a load in my face.
I got spit roast threesomes twice during that evening. The first from Ragesh and Michael, the second from Peter and Hirohiko. I found I liked doing it like that, especially when they began swapping ends like Peter and Hirohiko did with me.
By then, it was getting late and the party was starting to wind down. I was watching Mum who was sitting beside Hirohiko. It looked like they would be spending the night together. Probably, she wanted to find out how good he was after I’d been with him.
It was funny how Dad seemed to have hooked on to their daughter. I would have thought it might have been Hirohiko’s wife Sayako. He seemed to like her and had been flirting with her a bit. But no, Dad was with Tukiko, a woman not that much older than me. That was a surprise. Bit of a cradle snatcher it seems. I wondered why he was interested in someone young like me when there were so many older more experienced women available.
Then a man sat down beside me. An older man, about my father’s age. It was Mike, Shanti’s husband. I ended up going with him for the night and it was an eye-opener for me. He taught me a few good lessons about sex. Yes, I’ve already experienced sex and thought I knew all about it. But Mike showed me it was different. I realize now I needed those lessons.
My boyfriends had fucked me and that was just what it was, fucking me until they cum and I had to get myself off as best I could before they finished. It was no concern for the other person, only all about grabbing our own orgasms. But Mike taught me to put the other person first. Think about them and not myself. Makes sense really. Suddenly I realized what a big difference this would make.
We used a few different sex positions; some I’d never tried before and some that had never given me anything before. He showed me there were different styles of having sex. Slow and gentle, faster and rough, changing positions to help get the best for each other. I think the big secret I learned was communication. Listen to what they wanted and tell them what I wanted. That made all the difference, I think.
We spent the night in the master bedroom of that house. Where Shanti and Mike usually slept. It was a big room set off at the opposite end of the house. It was complete with its own bathroom and outside on a small deck was a spa pool. But the feature of this room was the huge bed. This was not just a double bed like my parents had. This was a lot bigger than that. You could almost have an orgy on it. I bet they have too. You can read about this at the end of Mum’s story.
(See Story 294 Joining the Letters Group - Simon's Story Part Six.)
Over the headboard in this room, was this huge, almost life-size painting of Shanti. She was nude, lying back against the pillows of the bed below her with her legs open displaying herself as if for her lover. A beautiful painting of a beautiful woman. The artist had captured the various shades of her Indian body, showing this woman in an erotic pose, ready for sex. Yes, I think that is what it says, ‘Come and get me, I’m ready for sex.’
Mike explained it was done by a woman called Brittany. I sort of knew of her; she lived in an apartment above my father’s business. I had seen her but never really met her. I decided I would like to meet her.
(See Story 294 Joining the Letters Group - Simon's Story Part Six.)
Over the headboard in this room, was this huge, almost life-size painting of Shanti. She was nude, lying back against the pillows of the bed below her with her legs open displaying herself as if for her lover. A beautiful painting of a beautiful woman. The artist had captured the various shades of her Indian body, showing this woman in an erotic pose, ready for sex. Yes, I think that is what it says, ‘Come and get me, I’m ready for sex.’
Mike explained it was done by a woman called Brittany. I sort of knew of her; she lived in an apartment above my father’s business. I had seen her but never really met her. I decided I would like to meet her.
So, that was how my first orgy went. A prize for the first orgasm of the night. Having sex with five different men, more than twice the number I’d had before that. Yes, I had been well fucked but as I said above, I enjoyed it all and learned a lot. Not once during the evening did I feel unsafe. All the men were considerate of me and my needs and experience. I liked that a lot.
After that, I decided that this sex group was more fun than just a boyfriend. I put the idea to him that I was considering a non-sexual relationship for a while and he hit the roof properly. He told me that he would drop me if I insisted on stopping having sex with him as our relationship was based on regular sexual connection.
Mum told me that if he would consider my needs but rather just insist on his wants, then perhaps he wasn't the man I would want.
Anyway, while I was considering what I should do, one of my friends came to me and told me he tried hitting on her. It was a no-brainer. I dropped him, kicked his arse and informed Shanti that for now, I would not be in any other sexual relationship than what was happening in the group.
She nodded and agreed with what Mum had said. He probably wasn't worth it anyway.
After that, I decided that this sex group was more fun than just a boyfriend. I put the idea to him that I was considering a non-sexual relationship for a while and he hit the roof properly. He told me that he would drop me if I insisted on stopping having sex with him as our relationship was based on regular sexual connection.
Mum told me that if he would consider my needs but rather just insist on his wants, then perhaps he wasn't the man I would want.
Anyway, while I was considering what I should do, one of my friends came to me and told me he tried hitting on her. It was a no-brainer. I dropped him, kicked his arse and informed Shanti that for now, I would not be in any other sexual relationship than what was happening in the group.
She nodded and agreed with what Mum had said. He probably wasn't worth it anyway.
Meeting Brittany.
Back at home the following day after the orgy weekend, I was sitting at the table with my family having dinner Sunday evening. I asked, “Dad, who is Brittany? The artist who did that painting in Mike and Shanti’s bedroom?”
Oh, wow! Did that put a stop to things? It went down like a lead balloon, I think. They just stopped talking and looked at me. I couldn’t make out what they were thinking. Was it angry? Were they hurt? I couldn’t work out what I had said.
Finally, Mum said quietly, “Brittany is the woman who lives in the flat in Dad’s building.”
“I know that Mum, but who is she?”
A look was exchanged between Mum and Dad before Dad finally said, “Tell her, honey. She needs to know. It is time they both knew.”
I looked at them both in surprise. This conversation was going in a direction, I hadn't expected. There was obviously more between my parants and this Brittany than I knew about.
(See Mum's story - Story 289 Brittany - Simon's Story Part One.)
Oh, wow! Did that put a stop to things? It went down like a lead balloon, I think. They just stopped talking and looked at me. I couldn’t make out what they were thinking. Was it angry? Were they hurt? I couldn’t work out what I had said.
Finally, Mum said quietly, “Brittany is the woman who lives in the flat in Dad’s building.”
“I know that Mum, but who is she?”
A look was exchanged between Mum and Dad before Dad finally said, “Tell her, honey. She needs to know. It is time they both knew.”
I looked at them both in surprise. This conversation was going in a direction, I hadn't expected. There was obviously more between my parants and this Brittany than I knew about.
(See Mum's story - Story 289 Brittany - Simon's Story Part One.)
So that was how I learnt that Mum wasn’t Dad’s first wife. He had been married to this Brittany before Mum. They didn’t give me the whole story and I felt it was better that I didn’t ask. But Mum did say that if I came over to Dad’s office, they would arrange for me to meet her. I had a feeling that Dad was not happy about this last bit but just going along with what Mum said.
A few days later I knocked on the door of the apartment upstairs from Dad's office. The lady I know as Brittany opened it. I had seen Brittany before but had not actually met her. Until then I knew her as lady who lived in one of the flats upstairs from Dad’s office.
She was wearing what looked like a bikini top and shorts. The thought crossed my mind did she quickly put those on when Dad rang to ask if I could visit.
“Hello Racheal,” she greeted me with a smile.
“Hello Brittany,” I said and then added, “I can call you Brittany?”
“Of course,” she replied.
“I’ve seen you before,” I said but never got to meet you.
“Well, I think you know why now. For obvious reasons, I should keep my distance from Simon and Deanna. I am surprised at them allowing me to meet you now.”
“It was me who asked them. I went to visit some of their new friends and they have a large painting you did. I wanted to meet the artist who did it.”
“Was that Peter and Jenny?” Brittany asked.
“No, it was Mike and Shanty,” I replied.
“Oh, the Indian woman married to a white man. That is one of my best works.”
“Yes, it is an amazing picture.”
“How did you get to see it?” Brittany asked. “Isn’t it in their bedroom?”
“I was in that room and saw it above the headboard,” I replied.
“This may be a personal question so please don’t be offended. Are you in that sex group Simon and Deanna joined?”
“Both Roxanna and I are. She is non-sexual.”
“Which means you are sexual I take it. Which also explains how you saw that painting in Mike’s private bedroom.”
“Yes, at the party on Saturday, I spent the night with him.”
“Oh! Lucky girl. A handsome guy. I wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay with him,” she smiled.
Her comment broke the tension that was building between us when she started asking about my sexual activities.
Suddenly, she said, "I'm sorry, you must think me a dreadful host. Please come in."
As she stepped aside I stepped past her as she closed the door behind me.
“As I told Simon, I’m doing a sitting for a painting at the moment,” she explained. “We are taking a break but you are welcome to join us and watch.”
I nodded ‘yes,’ and followed her into her apartment.
She was wearing what looked like a bikini top and shorts. The thought crossed my mind did she quickly put those on when Dad rang to ask if I could visit.
“Hello Racheal,” she greeted me with a smile.
“Hello Brittany,” I said and then added, “I can call you Brittany?”
“Of course,” she replied.
“I’ve seen you before,” I said but never got to meet you.
“Well, I think you know why now. For obvious reasons, I should keep my distance from Simon and Deanna. I am surprised at them allowing me to meet you now.”
“It was me who asked them. I went to visit some of their new friends and they have a large painting you did. I wanted to meet the artist who did it.”
“Was that Peter and Jenny?” Brittany asked.
“No, it was Mike and Shanty,” I replied.
“Oh, the Indian woman married to a white man. That is one of my best works.”
“Yes, it is an amazing picture.”
“How did you get to see it?” Brittany asked. “Isn’t it in their bedroom?”
“I was in that room and saw it above the headboard,” I replied.
“This may be a personal question so please don’t be offended. Are you in that sex group Simon and Deanna joined?”
“Both Roxanna and I are. She is non-sexual.”
“Which means you are sexual I take it. Which also explains how you saw that painting in Mike’s private bedroom.”
“Yes, at the party on Saturday, I spent the night with him.”
“Oh! Lucky girl. A handsome guy. I wouldn’t mind a roll in the hay with him,” she smiled.
Her comment broke the tension that was building between us when she started asking about my sexual activities.
Suddenly, she said, "I'm sorry, you must think me a dreadful host. Please come in."
As she stepped aside I stepped past her as she closed the door behind me.
“As I told Simon, I’m doing a sitting for a painting at the moment,” she explained. “We are taking a break but you are welcome to join us and watch.”
I nodded ‘yes,’ and followed her into her apartment.
The apartment was bigger than I expected. The main lounge area featured large windows with views over Auckland Port and the harbour. The other thing that hit me about this room was the number of paintings around the walls, almost all of them were of people nude. In some cases, erotic nude too. But then, that should have been expected since this woman specialised in nude paintings.
Two people were sitting at a table, a middle-aged man and an Asian woman of about the same age. They were both dressed in robes like a bathrobe. I guessed they were both naked under the robes.
“This is Rachael, my ex’s daughter,” Brittany introduced me.
“Rachael, this is Geoff and Ayaka. Geoff is a dairy farmer and his wife is from Japan. They are my models for this sitting.”
Both of them nodded and greeted me as I sat at the empty seat Brittany offered and sipped at the glass of wine, she gave me. I was a bit nervous like I was intruding on something. But after talking with them and finding he was a farmer from Wellsford north of Auckland, I was feeling more comfortable.
But there was still something between Brittany and me. I couldn’t work out what but there seemed to be a barrier between us like she was holding back from me and using this other couple to divert my attention from her.
Two people were sitting at a table, a middle-aged man and an Asian woman of about the same age. They were both dressed in robes like a bathrobe. I guessed they were both naked under the robes.
“This is Rachael, my ex’s daughter,” Brittany introduced me.
“Rachael, this is Geoff and Ayaka. Geoff is a dairy farmer and his wife is from Japan. They are my models for this sitting.”
Both of them nodded and greeted me as I sat at the empty seat Brittany offered and sipped at the glass of wine, she gave me. I was a bit nervous like I was intruding on something. But after talking with them and finding he was a farmer from Wellsford north of Auckland, I was feeling more comfortable.
But there was still something between Brittany and me. I couldn’t work out what but there seemed to be a barrier between us like she was holding back from me and using this other couple to divert my attention from her.
“Okay,” Brittany announced. “If you are ready Geoff, we need to get back to it.”
We got up from the table and moved to another room, Brittany’s studio where she did her painting work. Yes, they were fine with me joining them to watch. This was to be a personal portrait of the two of them. They were both nude and holding each other’s private parts. She was laying back against him as his hand came around to her pussy. I could see that he had a finger inside her. His other hand was around her and holding her breasts. Meanwhile, she had reached down to hold his cock, giving him a few pumps to get him fully hard before they settled down in the pose. I realised that is why she asked Geoff if he was ready, he had to have an erection. Nice cock too, I noticed.
I watched as Brittany worked on those detailed parts of her painting. She explained that this sitting session was the most important as she would have the photos to work off after this.
First, she took a closeup photo of those parts and then she began to sketch Ayaka’s hand holding Geoff’s cock. Yes, it was only a line drawing done with a light pencil but it looked good to me. Brittany explained that she would use paint later using the photos to get the colours right.
I must confess, I stayed longer than I intended, it was interesting watching her work. I was only pulled away when Dad called my phone to say he was about to leave his work for the day. But I had met Brittany from the story and she seemed nice.
We got up from the table and moved to another room, Brittany’s studio where she did her painting work. Yes, they were fine with me joining them to watch. This was to be a personal portrait of the two of them. They were both nude and holding each other’s private parts. She was laying back against him as his hand came around to her pussy. I could see that he had a finger inside her. His other hand was around her and holding her breasts. Meanwhile, she had reached down to hold his cock, giving him a few pumps to get him fully hard before they settled down in the pose. I realised that is why she asked Geoff if he was ready, he had to have an erection. Nice cock too, I noticed.
I watched as Brittany worked on those detailed parts of her painting. She explained that this sitting session was the most important as she would have the photos to work off after this.
First, she took a closeup photo of those parts and then she began to sketch Ayaka’s hand holding Geoff’s cock. Yes, it was only a line drawing done with a light pencil but it looked good to me. Brittany explained that she would use paint later using the photos to get the colours right.
I must confess, I stayed longer than I intended, it was interesting watching her work. I was only pulled away when Dad called my phone to say he was about to leave his work for the day. But I had met Brittany from the story and she seemed nice.
At home that night, my visit to Brittany was never mentioned. I got the feeling that it wouldn’t go down too well if I did mention it. It would be much later, when we were touring with the large group mentioned below that one evening Mum told everyone the whole story about Dad and Brittany. I was shocked as I had thought she was a nice woman.
(See Story 289 Brittany - Simon's Story Part One.)
She had cheated on Dad, being with another woman. Between them, they had planned to get Brittany pregnant from Dad and then she would leave him to live with this other woman. 'What a bitch!' I thought. My opinion of her was much different after hearing the true story.
(See Story 289 Brittany - Simon's Story Part One.)
She had cheated on Dad, being with another woman. Between them, they had planned to get Brittany pregnant from Dad and then she would leave him to live with this other woman. 'What a bitch!' I thought. My opinion of her was much different after hearing the true story.
After Mum (Deanna) had finished some of us went to soak in the hot spa pools. Dad sat down beside me a quietly said, “Back when I was married to Brittany, she made some terrible mistakes. Bad ones that cost us our marriage. I still loved her and so that is why I helped her by allowing her to stay in that flat.”
“Do you love her now?” I asked surprised.
“No, not now. That was in the past. I love your Mum and you two girls now,” Dad said.
“Did I do wrong by asking to meet her? I’m sorry if I did?”
“No, you saw the painting and were just interested. She is a gifted artist. But now you’ve met her, I’d rather you didn’t have too much to do with her,” he said.
I just nodded my head. “No Dad, I’ve met her now and seen her beautiful work. I don’t want to meet her again.”
Dad smiled at me. “You’re a good girl Rachael. I’m blessed to have a daughter like you.”
I felt he needed a hug at that point so I gave him one. It felt a bit funny us both being in the hot pool naked like that but it was nothing sexy, just our love for each other.
“Do you love her now?” I asked surprised.
“No, not now. That was in the past. I love your Mum and you two girls now,” Dad said.
“Did I do wrong by asking to meet her? I’m sorry if I did?”
“No, you saw the painting and were just interested. She is a gifted artist. But now you’ve met her, I’d rather you didn’t have too much to do with her,” he said.
I just nodded my head. “No Dad, I’ve met her now and seen her beautiful work. I don’t want to meet her again.”
Dad smiled at me. “You’re a good girl Rachael. I’m blessed to have a daughter like you.”
I felt he needed a hug at that point so I gave him one. It felt a bit funny us both being in the hot pool naked like that but it was nothing sexy, just our love for each other.
Others For Overseas arrived.
I had heard that there would be a big group of visitors from India and Australia, coming here over the summer. It all sounded like fun and I wanted to be involved too. Dad had given me the dates and I arranged my holiday during that time. Of course, since Roxanne was going to Auckland ATI, she would be off for the summer too.
Their plan was to have a few days in Auckland before taking a trip to Rotorua for about a week. Then it was back to Auckland for a couple of days so those with a business to check to things see if things were going okay. Dad (Simon) and Mum (Deanna) went to work for a few hours each day. Then there would be another week away camping at those lakes we had gone with them to last year.
Their plan was to have a few days in Auckland before taking a trip to Rotorua for about a week. Then it was back to Auckland for a couple of days so those with a business to check to things see if things were going okay. Dad (Simon) and Mum (Deanna) went to work for a few hours each day. Then there would be another week away camping at those lakes we had gone with them to last year.
I didn’t get involved in too many sexual activities during the few days they were in Auckland but I did some touring with them, and went to Te Henga Beach, that nude beach on the West Coast. I was at that filming Riya did for her class in India and even appeared on screen as one of the museum visitors.
This evening led to the orgy at a house in Hillsborough. It was a pool party at Steve and Sharon's house which quickly turned into a lot more. Yes, I got into a bit of sex, probably not as much as my parents. Seeing them involved was a bit interesting.
The party was meant to be for Riya and she ended up in a lot of the action. She looked pretty well fucked by the end of it. I had two men that night and another once I got to Shanti’s house. First was that Japanese man Kenshin and then I had an Indian man called Sarvesh. He was one of the leaders, a new man and good at fucking too. He knew what buttons to push to make me cum. Wow! Did I ever!
(See Story 282 Orgy at Steve’s House.)
This evening led to the orgy at a house in Hillsborough. It was a pool party at Steve and Sharon's house which quickly turned into a lot more. Yes, I got into a bit of sex, probably not as much as my parents. Seeing them involved was a bit interesting.
The party was meant to be for Riya and she ended up in a lot of the action. She looked pretty well fucked by the end of it. I had two men that night and another once I got to Shanti’s house. First was that Japanese man Kenshin and then I had an Indian man called Sarvesh. He was one of the leaders, a new man and good at fucking too. He knew what buttons to push to make me cum. Wow! Did I ever!
(See Story 282 Orgy at Steve’s House.)
We then left for Rotorua in a small fleet of cars and vans. It was a nice campground that had been set up to cater for the nude lifestyle. They had natural hot pools for swimming along with a cold water stream that ran down one side of the property. I spent a lot of the time in the water, mostly we were naked too. It is so nice when you can spend almost the whole day like that without being restricted by clothing.
The big highlights for me on the trip were Mum telling Dad’s story and the Fluffy Snake Night. Both of these have been covered in other stories so I won’t get into details here other than just give you my impressions of it.
The first event started when Shanti learnt that Deanna (Mum) wasn’t Dad’s first wife. There had been one before called Brittany, as I have mentioned above. This story took two evenings to tell as she went into a lot of detail. Now that the Indians and Australians have gone, the notes taken by a few people those nights are evolving into a large story for Letters. Now Mum and others can stop a think about it before adding much more detail to this story.
Of course, I was interested in hearing it, especially the earlier parts. I was shocked to hear how badly Brittany treated Dad. She planned to have two children by him, then leave him to love with another woman. That was terrible. I could almost hate her for that. Like Mum and Dad told me, Brittany certainly wasn’t a person I should be having much to do with. I almost got the impression that over the years Mum and Dad had almost forgiven her but they still don't have a lot to do with her.
(See Mum's story - Story 289 Brittany - Simon's Story Part One.)
The big highlights for me on the trip were Mum telling Dad’s story and the Fluffy Snake Night. Both of these have been covered in other stories so I won’t get into details here other than just give you my impressions of it.
The first event started when Shanti learnt that Deanna (Mum) wasn’t Dad’s first wife. There had been one before called Brittany, as I have mentioned above. This story took two evenings to tell as she went into a lot of detail. Now that the Indians and Australians have gone, the notes taken by a few people those nights are evolving into a large story for Letters. Now Mum and others can stop a think about it before adding much more detail to this story.
Of course, I was interested in hearing it, especially the earlier parts. I was shocked to hear how badly Brittany treated Dad. She planned to have two children by him, then leave him to love with another woman. That was terrible. I could almost hate her for that. Like Mum and Dad told me, Brittany certainly wasn’t a person I should be having much to do with. I almost got the impression that over the years Mum and Dad had almost forgiven her but they still don't have a lot to do with her.
(See Mum's story - Story 289 Brittany - Simon's Story Part One.)
The second event happened on a rainy night, the last day we were at this camping resort. Mats were laid out on the games room. Five women were selected to have a massage. They ended up nude and blindfolded being massaged using these long fluffy snakes. With the oil rubbed over their bodies, they were very sensitive to feelings. It looked sexy and the women said it was too. Pulling this long fluffy thing across their naked bodies must have felt amazing. I wish it was happening to me. Maybe it will be if they do it again.
The women ended up getting fucked which I think everyone, including those five women, were expecting. Once that happened, it was time to open things up for everyone else to join in. I was sitting with Michael and Jaynitha until Michael got an offer from that Australian woman, Ginger. She took him and soon they were into some hot action. I looked at Jaynitha, we were a bit amused at how quickly be had rushed off with this woman.
That left Jaynitha and me wondering what we should do. That was soon answered when two Japanese men arrived beside us. What followed was a hot session for both of us. These two men, Kenshin and Hirohiko were a lot older than us but we were okay to be with them. Hirohiko took Jaynitha and I was with Kenshin. We did a couple of positions and both got an orgasm each. Then they swapped, Hirohiko was with me now and Kenshin got to be with Jaynitha. Again, it was sexy fun for all four of us.
When the Japanese men moved on, I got to be with a younger man, not much older than me, an Australian called Gordon. He came from the same outback town that Ian comes from. But Gordon is young and quite shy. It was me who suggested we do something more than sit and watch the orgy action going on around us. I got him on his back and rode him cowgirl style which he liked and it got me off a couple of times too.
The action was winding down by then, just as I was considering returning to the cabin I was staying in, Fred was with me. We got into things and other than what three men were doing to Jaynitha, Fred and I were among the last to finish.
I could hear the rain outside and it was warm in that games room. They had a lot of foam pads and cushions so I decided to crash there for the rest of the night. Fred settled down next to me, pulling my body against his as his arms wrapped around me. That is how I slept most of the night.
(See what Riya wrote about this - Story 295 Fluffy Snakes.)
The women ended up getting fucked which I think everyone, including those five women, were expecting. Once that happened, it was time to open things up for everyone else to join in. I was sitting with Michael and Jaynitha until Michael got an offer from that Australian woman, Ginger. She took him and soon they were into some hot action. I looked at Jaynitha, we were a bit amused at how quickly be had rushed off with this woman.
That left Jaynitha and me wondering what we should do. That was soon answered when two Japanese men arrived beside us. What followed was a hot session for both of us. These two men, Kenshin and Hirohiko were a lot older than us but we were okay to be with them. Hirohiko took Jaynitha and I was with Kenshin. We did a couple of positions and both got an orgasm each. Then they swapped, Hirohiko was with me now and Kenshin got to be with Jaynitha. Again, it was sexy fun for all four of us.
When the Japanese men moved on, I got to be with a younger man, not much older than me, an Australian called Gordon. He came from the same outback town that Ian comes from. But Gordon is young and quite shy. It was me who suggested we do something more than sit and watch the orgy action going on around us. I got him on his back and rode him cowgirl style which he liked and it got me off a couple of times too.
The action was winding down by then, just as I was considering returning to the cabin I was staying in, Fred was with me. We got into things and other than what three men were doing to Jaynitha, Fred and I were among the last to finish.
I could hear the rain outside and it was warm in that games room. They had a lot of foam pads and cushions so I decided to crash there for the rest of the night. Fred settled down next to me, pulling my body against his as his arms wrapped around me. That is how I slept most of the night.
(See what Riya wrote about this - Story 295 Fluffy Snakes.)
The next morning, we left for Auckland, going back via Tauranga and Mount Maunganui, before going up the coast to the mining town of Waihi. When we were looking into the huge hole of the mine there, I was listening to Ian telling us how big the mines were where he came from. He also told us how the land around his property was brought up and eventually he had to sell out to the mines. Now where his old house was is another huge hole. He did add that he brought a lot better place, not too far from a town beside a river.
From Waihi, it was a run back to Auckland, takeaway dinner as no one wanted to cook. I was invited to stay with Sabreena and the other younger adults at Shanti and Mike’s house. I knew there was going to be some sexy fun there and I was looking forward to it but as you will see below, things didn’t turn out as I expected.
(See Katrina’s story - Story 296 Sex, Travelling and More Sex.)
Now we were back in Auckland and I was staying with the group that Sabreena had arranged to stay and Mike and Shanti’s house. I would be there for the whole weekend before we left for the Kia Iwi Lakes.
From Waihi, it was a run back to Auckland, takeaway dinner as no one wanted to cook. I was invited to stay with Sabreena and the other younger adults at Shanti and Mike’s house. I knew there was going to be some sexy fun there and I was looking forward to it but as you will see below, things didn’t turn out as I expected.
(See Katrina’s story - Story 296 Sex, Travelling and More Sex.)
Now we were back in Auckland and I was staying with the group that Sabreena had arranged to stay and Mike and Shanti’s house. I would be there for the whole weekend before we left for the Kia Iwi Lakes.
My Night with Ian.
So back to my story. During the few days in Auckland, one of the vans had to be fixed. The repairs delayed us for a day so instead of one day in Auckland, it became two. When I heard Sabreena was arranging for a group my age to stay in Shanti and Mike’s house, I thought it might be fun so had decided to stay there too.
During that first day, an older couple joined us too. They were Betty and Tom who would be joining us for the camping trip. Yes, it was all a group of people my age while this couple was much older than us but Shanti had made a mistake and there was nowhere else for them to stay so they stayed in Mike and Shanti’s bedroom.
As it turned out, Tom and Betty knew many of the group and were sort of members too. He quickly got into some fun and games with two Indian women and ended up fucking one of them, a woman called Kalki. It seems those two had known each other in India and had sex together there too. This seemed to be picking up where they had left things before.
Betty was playing sexually too. She had a good time with Kalki’s husband, Hamza.
(See Story 203 Naughty Farmer.)
During that first day, an older couple joined us too. They were Betty and Tom who would be joining us for the camping trip. Yes, it was all a group of people my age while this couple was much older than us but Shanti had made a mistake and there was nowhere else for them to stay so they stayed in Mike and Shanti’s bedroom.
As it turned out, Tom and Betty knew many of the group and were sort of members too. He quickly got into some fun and games with two Indian women and ended up fucking one of them, a woman called Kalki. It seems those two had known each other in India and had sex together there too. This seemed to be picking up where they had left things before.
Betty was playing sexually too. She had a good time with Kalki’s husband, Hamza.
(See Story 203 Naughty Farmer.)
That afternoon, the whole group seemed to split. Riya had decided to go on a trip to visit an elderly Maori lady. She had invited Riya to visit her iwi Marae. Ian had offered to take her. Well, others, such as Sarvesh, wanted in on this trip while the rest of the group had a few get-togethers at the various host houses. Yes, these all turned sexual so most of the younger children were staying at Lizamoa and Joseph’s house, which is near where we were staying. I was suposed to do childcare duty the evening we got back from Rotorua. Others were involved in this too so no one missed too much fun.
I chose the group going to the Marae. I was a bit interested in this having seen what had happened a week before at the museum.
While we were walking around some of the places they showed us, I was with Ian for a bit of the time. I had noticed him while we were in Rotorua. He was a handsome man, a lot older than me. His oldest daughter was only a few years younger than me. I also noticed he was very popular with the women too.
Ian comes from the Australian Outback, many miles inland from Perth in Western Australia. He has a cattle station there it seems. I never could work out how they could raise cattle in a desert but somehow, they do.
Anyway, it was getting late when we left the Maori Marae and Ian had to drop us off at Shanti and Mike’s house and then drive on out to Brian and Mega’s house in Riverhead. It was a long drive from South Auckland where we were.
He asked if I’d like to join him in the front. He wanted someone to talk with him and keep him awake. I think back now and that was more just an excuse. He wanted to talk with me and likely line me up for some fun that evening.
I chose the group going to the Marae. I was a bit interested in this having seen what had happened a week before at the museum.
While we were walking around some of the places they showed us, I was with Ian for a bit of the time. I had noticed him while we were in Rotorua. He was a handsome man, a lot older than me. His oldest daughter was only a few years younger than me. I also noticed he was very popular with the women too.
Ian comes from the Australian Outback, many miles inland from Perth in Western Australia. He has a cattle station there it seems. I never could work out how they could raise cattle in a desert but somehow, they do.
Anyway, it was getting late when we left the Maori Marae and Ian had to drop us off at Shanti and Mike’s house and then drive on out to Brian and Mega’s house in Riverhead. It was a long drive from South Auckland where we were.
He asked if I’d like to join him in the front. He wanted someone to talk with him and keep him awake. I think back now and that was more just an excuse. He wanted to talk with me and likely line me up for some fun that evening.
On the way home, others in the van fell asleep but as he asked, Ian and I maintained a lively conversation. We talked about a lot of things but soon we were talking about the Letters Group. He has been a member longer than me and so had a lot of interesting information to share with me. I enjoyed hearing about how he and Kala came to be involved.
When I said it was an interesting story he suggested that I ask others how they came to Letters as everyone seems to have their individual story. Many have been recorded in the books.
“So are you enjoying the group so far?” Ian asked me.
“Yes, I am. All the people are nice. I have enjoyed that,” I replied.
"Enjoyed what? All the sexy?
I goggled, "Yeah, that too."
"Naughty girl," he said, reaching over to playfully slap my thigh.
When I said it was an interesting story he suggested that I ask others how they came to Letters as everyone seems to have their individual story. Many have been recorded in the books.
“So are you enjoying the group so far?” Ian asked me.
“Yes, I am. All the people are nice. I have enjoyed that,” I replied.
"Enjoyed what? All the sexy?
I goggled, "Yeah, that too."
"Naughty girl," he said, reaching over to playfully slap my thigh.
We talked for a bit more about the sex side of the group and how much fun it was trying with the different people.
I said, “I enjoyed that. I’d had a lot of sex partners now.”
Well maybe not that many but there had been a lot more than I would normally expect.
“Do you want to spend the night with me, Rachael?” he suddenly asked.
“You mean, sex and stuff?”
“More of the sex part and not so much of the stuff.”
I laughed at that. We had been skirting around the issue for a while and I was happy he had brought it out in the open. Now I could either agree or politely decline. Whichever I felt was the best for me. No pressure as I knew he wouldn’t push me further.
“But aren’t we in a hurry to leave to go camping tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yes, we are but if you quickly grab all your things now. All the vans are meeting tomorrow at the house where we are staying. You can meet them all then.”
“Are you staying at Brian and Mega’s house?”
“Yes, out in Riverhead. They grow flowers for the markets.”
There was a short pause while I thought about all this.
“So do you want to come with me, Rachel?” Ian asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “That is if Kala is okay with it.”
“She’ll be fine, although she might decide to join us.”
“A threesome, two women, Ian. You’ve got lucky.”
He laughed and said, “Expect you’ll be the lucky one, not me.”
I knew what he was saying. He was proposing that I join him and Kala. They would be making love to me. Well, perhaps more fucking me. I was happy with that too.
"Sure," I said. "I can come."
"I'm expecting you'll be cumming a lot tonight, Rachael," he said.
I laughed at that. "I hope so too," I replied.
I said, “I enjoyed that. I’d had a lot of sex partners now.”
Well maybe not that many but there had been a lot more than I would normally expect.
“Do you want to spend the night with me, Rachael?” he suddenly asked.
“You mean, sex and stuff?”
“More of the sex part and not so much of the stuff.”
I laughed at that. We had been skirting around the issue for a while and I was happy he had brought it out in the open. Now I could either agree or politely decline. Whichever I felt was the best for me. No pressure as I knew he wouldn’t push me further.
“But aren’t we in a hurry to leave to go camping tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yes, we are but if you quickly grab all your things now. All the vans are meeting tomorrow at the house where we are staying. You can meet them all then.”
“Are you staying at Brian and Mega’s house?”
“Yes, out in Riverhead. They grow flowers for the markets.”
There was a short pause while I thought about all this.
“So do you want to come with me, Rachel?” Ian asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “That is if Kala is okay with it.”
“She’ll be fine, although she might decide to join us.”
“A threesome, two women, Ian. You’ve got lucky.”
He laughed and said, “Expect you’ll be the lucky one, not me.”
I knew what he was saying. He was proposing that I join him and Kala. They would be making love to me. Well, perhaps more fucking me. I was happy with that too.
"Sure," I said. "I can come."
"I'm expecting you'll be cumming a lot tonight, Rachael," he said.
I laughed at that. "I hope so too," I replied.
At Shanti’s house, everyone got out of the van and Ian did too. I rushed in and packed my things. Sort of more threw them into my bags and in only a few minutes I was ready to go. There was a bit of teasing from the others, especially Jasman and Sabreena but I think everyone was happy.
Soon I was in the van with Ian again and we were on our way. There was another couple still in the van too. It was Jeevan and Mandara, Riya’s parents. They were also staying at Brian’s house. They seemed happy to stay in the back, allowing me the front seat beside Ian. I didn't miss the knowing lookes between them when Ian invited me into the front again. They must have quessed my pussy would be busy that night.
Soon I was in the van with Ian again and we were on our way. There was another couple still in the van too. It was Jeevan and Mandara, Riya’s parents. They were also staying at Brian’s house. They seemed happy to stay in the back, allowing me the front seat beside Ian. I didn't miss the knowing lookes between them when Ian invited me into the front again. They must have quessed my pussy would be busy that night.
We drove out to Riverhead and pulled into a long straight driveway that led to their house. Soon we were getting out and going inside. As soon as Kala saw me, she smiled. Like Ian, she was taller than me and I think strong from hard work helping her husband.
“Oh Ian!” she said. “Have you brought someone to play with tonight?”
“Yes, a cute little doll we can take to bed with us,” Ian replied.
I knew for sure, that whatever we did, Kala would be involved too. This was something I wasn’t expecting. I thought it would just be Ian and me. This sex with a married couple, was something new for me. They seemed happy and open about it.
“Oh Ian!” she said. “Have you brought someone to play with tonight?”
“Yes, a cute little doll we can take to bed with us,” Ian replied.
I knew for sure, that whatever we did, Kala would be involved too. This was something I wasn’t expecting. I thought it would just be Ian and me. This sex with a married couple, was something new for me. They seemed happy and open about it.
Ian was having a beer with Brian and Jeevan. They were sitting outside beside the pool. Mandara and Mega were with them. It was obvious where that was going. Jeevan was sitting beside Mega and soon that became her sitting on his knee while he was openly playing with her tits and stroking her nipple.
Meanwhile, Brian was with Mandara. When she got up from her seat and kneeled in front of him, pulling his legs open, I knew she was going to give him a blow-job. I would have liked to have watched a bit more but Kala pulled me away.
“Come on, Rachael,” She whispered to me. “We better get you ready for Ian. He’ll be with us soon.”
So, we got up and left the group. I followed Kala through the house and outside to a small one-bedroom sleep-out at the back.
“Let’s have a shower first,” she said. “I was working outside today so I think I need one.”
I was okay with that and so quickly removing what little clothing I was still wearing, I joined her in the shower. I quickly realised that this would be more, us showering each other, with her hands all over my naked body while my hands were all over her. One feature with Kala is her breasts. Quite big ones that look good bare too.
While I rubbed the soap over her breasts, I heard her give a soft moan and I realised how turned on she was. Sensitive nipples it seems. I put my hand between her legs and discovered how wet she was. Suddenly I decided to try and get her off with my hand. I rubbed her there, copying what I liked to do to myself sometimes when showering. The way she humped at my hand, I knew I was getting to her. Soon I had two fingers pressing inside her, pumping, pushing in as deep as my fingers would reach.
I could feel she was becoming wet, not just the shower water but pussy juice too. I tried harder, moving my hand faster as I worked at her pussy. She was moaning regularly now and I knew she was getting close.
This was exciting for me too. While I had touched a few women since joining the Letters Group, I had never caused an orgasm with another woman. I wanted to do this for her but also for me. I wanted to know that I could do it.
She was almost there now. Where her hands had been playing with me, playing with my breasts, now both her hands were holding my shoulders for support. I knew this was the right time to finish her off. With one arm wrapped around her waist, my other hand was thrusting into her. She was so wet now, so juicy. I few big thrusts at her was all it took.
Kala gasped and fell against me as her body was consumed with the power of her orgasm. I knew it was a good one. It took her a while before she was able to regain control and stand by herself so I held her tightly against myself. Our breasts squashed tightly together.
Her eyes opened, she smiled at me then our lips came together in a passionate kiss. I felt her tongue against my lips and opened to allow her in. I used my tongue to meet her tongue, rubbing against each other. That was sexy. Some of the most passionate kissing I had ever had and it came from another woman.
That was it for us. She wanted to do the same for me but I said I wanted to wait until we were in bed. She nodded and smiled; I think understood how I was feeling.
“Thanks,” Kala smiled at me. “That was a good one.”
“I know,” I whispered back.
Meanwhile, Brian was with Mandara. When she got up from her seat and kneeled in front of him, pulling his legs open, I knew she was going to give him a blow-job. I would have liked to have watched a bit more but Kala pulled me away.
“Come on, Rachael,” She whispered to me. “We better get you ready for Ian. He’ll be with us soon.”
So, we got up and left the group. I followed Kala through the house and outside to a small one-bedroom sleep-out at the back.
“Let’s have a shower first,” she said. “I was working outside today so I think I need one.”
I was okay with that and so quickly removing what little clothing I was still wearing, I joined her in the shower. I quickly realised that this would be more, us showering each other, with her hands all over my naked body while my hands were all over her. One feature with Kala is her breasts. Quite big ones that look good bare too.
While I rubbed the soap over her breasts, I heard her give a soft moan and I realised how turned on she was. Sensitive nipples it seems. I put my hand between her legs and discovered how wet she was. Suddenly I decided to try and get her off with my hand. I rubbed her there, copying what I liked to do to myself sometimes when showering. The way she humped at my hand, I knew I was getting to her. Soon I had two fingers pressing inside her, pumping, pushing in as deep as my fingers would reach.
I could feel she was becoming wet, not just the shower water but pussy juice too. I tried harder, moving my hand faster as I worked at her pussy. She was moaning regularly now and I knew she was getting close.
This was exciting for me too. While I had touched a few women since joining the Letters Group, I had never caused an orgasm with another woman. I wanted to do this for her but also for me. I wanted to know that I could do it.
She was almost there now. Where her hands had been playing with me, playing with my breasts, now both her hands were holding my shoulders for support. I knew this was the right time to finish her off. With one arm wrapped around her waist, my other hand was thrusting into her. She was so wet now, so juicy. I few big thrusts at her was all it took.
Kala gasped and fell against me as her body was consumed with the power of her orgasm. I knew it was a good one. It took her a while before she was able to regain control and stand by herself so I held her tightly against myself. Our breasts squashed tightly together.
Her eyes opened, she smiled at me then our lips came together in a passionate kiss. I felt her tongue against my lips and opened to allow her in. I used my tongue to meet her tongue, rubbing against each other. That was sexy. Some of the most passionate kissing I had ever had and it came from another woman.
That was it for us. She wanted to do the same for me but I said I wanted to wait until we were in bed. She nodded and smiled; I think understood how I was feeling.
“Thanks,” Kala smiled at me. “That was a good one.”
“I know,” I whispered back.
Getting to the bedroom, we found Ian still wasn’t there yet. Obviously one beer hand become a few more. Still naked, we got into bed and cuddled up together. We were lying, facing each other and soon we were kissing again. Suddenly, the door opened and Ian walked in.
“What’s this? Started without me?” he said.
“Well, you were taking too long,” I replied.
I watched him strip off his clothes until he was naked like us. I was surprised when he came around and got in on my side of the bed. I found myself between this husband and wife. Kala on one side and Ian on the other side while I lay on my back in the centre.
Now, working as a team they started on me. There was nothing said between them, it was like they both knew what the other was doing. Ian was kissing me while Kala was nibbling on my neck then when she was kissing me, Ian was nibbling on my ear.
When they moved lower to my breasts, again they were working together, doing almost the same with one taking a breast each. First with their hands, touching and playing, then with their lips and tongues. It was amazing! I’d never felt like that before. I was feeling my body was building for a cum and they hadn't even touched my pussy yet.
I felt a hand moving down my body. I think it was Ian. His fingers found my pussy, fingers brushing through my hair, then he was over my pussy mound and stroking the lips of my veejay. I knew I was wet; I think my lips were open too because his fingers seemed to have no trouble entering me.
“She’s ready for you, Honey,” he told Kala.
Kala moved down my body until she could pull my legs open and got between them.
“Mmmm! Nice and juicy,” she said. “Nice and ready.”
Her fingers moved in, both hands as she gently pulled my pussy lips open. I knew I was wide open because I could feel her breath against my exposed parts. Then her tongue touched me, a long lick up the length of my lips. Her tongue tip slid between my open lips, touching places that were usually kept hidden. She did this a few more times, each time making my whole body shudder with pleasure. They said later that at that point I was moaning loudly. My body humping back against her face.
Meanwhile, Ian had moved back to my face. First nibbling and kissing my neck, slowly moving up towards my ear. He took the bottom edge of my ear between his lips and began to suck on it. All the time, his hand was playing with my breasts and nipples, moving from one to the other, his finger rubbing and pulling on my erect tips.
Kala had moved towards the top of my lips now, licking and sucking at the swollen flesh as she moved upward. Now her fingers were pulling back the lips over my clitty and I knew where she would be going next. Her tongue tip found that sensitive place, licking over the hard knob. That felt so good that I cried out and my pussy thrust up against her. Soon her licking changed to sucking and I knew my orgasm was almost there.
Just a bit more. So much was going on. Some lips nibbling on my neck. Some fingers rubbing and pinching on my nipple. Some more lips sucking my clitty. It was too much. My cum burst over me, making me cry out with the force of it.
“What’s this? Started without me?” he said.
“Well, you were taking too long,” I replied.
I watched him strip off his clothes until he was naked like us. I was surprised when he came around and got in on my side of the bed. I found myself between this husband and wife. Kala on one side and Ian on the other side while I lay on my back in the centre.
Now, working as a team they started on me. There was nothing said between them, it was like they both knew what the other was doing. Ian was kissing me while Kala was nibbling on my neck then when she was kissing me, Ian was nibbling on my ear.
When they moved lower to my breasts, again they were working together, doing almost the same with one taking a breast each. First with their hands, touching and playing, then with their lips and tongues. It was amazing! I’d never felt like that before. I was feeling my body was building for a cum and they hadn't even touched my pussy yet.
I felt a hand moving down my body. I think it was Ian. His fingers found my pussy, fingers brushing through my hair, then he was over my pussy mound and stroking the lips of my veejay. I knew I was wet; I think my lips were open too because his fingers seemed to have no trouble entering me.
“She’s ready for you, Honey,” he told Kala.
Kala moved down my body until she could pull my legs open and got between them.
“Mmmm! Nice and juicy,” she said. “Nice and ready.”
Her fingers moved in, both hands as she gently pulled my pussy lips open. I knew I was wide open because I could feel her breath against my exposed parts. Then her tongue touched me, a long lick up the length of my lips. Her tongue tip slid between my open lips, touching places that were usually kept hidden. She did this a few more times, each time making my whole body shudder with pleasure. They said later that at that point I was moaning loudly. My body humping back against her face.
Meanwhile, Ian had moved back to my face. First nibbling and kissing my neck, slowly moving up towards my ear. He took the bottom edge of my ear between his lips and began to suck on it. All the time, his hand was playing with my breasts and nipples, moving from one to the other, his finger rubbing and pulling on my erect tips.
Kala had moved towards the top of my lips now, licking and sucking at the swollen flesh as she moved upward. Now her fingers were pulling back the lips over my clitty and I knew where she would be going next. Her tongue tip found that sensitive place, licking over the hard knob. That felt so good that I cried out and my pussy thrust up against her. Soon her licking changed to sucking and I knew my orgasm was almost there.
Just a bit more. So much was going on. Some lips nibbling on my neck. Some fingers rubbing and pinching on my nipple. Some more lips sucking my clitty. It was too much. My cum burst over me, making me cry out with the force of it.
They gave me a few moments to recover and then we moved around so Ian could take the place where I was lying. As he lay back on the bed, I moved to reach over him, a leg on each side of him so I could bring my pussy down against his hard cock. I took him with both hands, giving him a gentle rub before guiding him in.
I was looking down to see his cock head press against me. I could feel him too. Feel how his cock head pushed in, stretching me open to take him. I was so wet that he slipped in with ease and soon I had his cock head inside as I sunk onto him.
Soon I had him in deep and as I started to move, I could feel the lovely feelings of his shaft slipping in and out of my veejay. I felt good and even then, I knew it would quickly lead to another orgasm.
While I fucked him, both his hands had come up to my tits again. He seemed to like playing with them. I liked it too.
Kala was watching us up to that point, now she moved to place a leg on each side of him as she lowered her pussy onto his face. She was turned to face me now. As our hands came up to each other’s breasts, she leaned forward to kiss me again. I felt that Ian’s hands had moved to hold my hips now.
Then Ian fucked me. Well, I soon came to realise that the cock in my veejay was getting to me. I knew my cum was building and since there wasn’t much I could do about it. I think Ian must have known too because suddenly two things happened.
Kala stopped kissing me. Her eyes closed, she gave a moan and she cum. I don’t know what he did but it worked for her. He must know his wife well and know her trigger point.
Ian gave a few big humps at me. That caught me by surprise. Yes, I knew I was about to cum but I was allowing it to build normally. What he did made it different. I was suddenly into my orgasm, falling forward against Kala as she reached out to hold me.
I was looking down to see his cock head press against me. I could feel him too. Feel how his cock head pushed in, stretching me open to take him. I was so wet that he slipped in with ease and soon I had his cock head inside as I sunk onto him.
Soon I had him in deep and as I started to move, I could feel the lovely feelings of his shaft slipping in and out of my veejay. I felt good and even then, I knew it would quickly lead to another orgasm.
While I fucked him, both his hands had come up to my tits again. He seemed to like playing with them. I liked it too.
Kala was watching us up to that point, now she moved to place a leg on each side of him as she lowered her pussy onto his face. She was turned to face me now. As our hands came up to each other’s breasts, she leaned forward to kiss me again. I felt that Ian’s hands had moved to hold my hips now.
Then Ian fucked me. Well, I soon came to realise that the cock in my veejay was getting to me. I knew my cum was building and since there wasn’t much I could do about it. I think Ian must have known too because suddenly two things happened.
Kala stopped kissing me. Her eyes closed, she gave a moan and she cum. I don’t know what he did but it worked for her. He must know his wife well and know her trigger point.
Ian gave a few big humps at me. That caught me by surprise. Yes, I knew I was about to cum but I was allowing it to build normally. What he did made it different. I was suddenly into my orgasm, falling forward against Kala as she reached out to hold me.
Ian was still hard so he got me to lay back on the bed while he came in on top of me. That was the normal way I knew how to fuck and soon he had me to yet another cum. Not long after I came to know that he cum too.
That was good and I was considering that would be the ending for the night. But no. These two were not finished with me yet. It seems Kala liked the taste of Ian’s cum and also liked eating it out of the pussy of another woman he had just fucked. While I was still lying back on the bed where I had been with Ian, Kala pulled my legs apart and on her knees between them as she began to eat me.
Her licking and sucking on me, her tongue pressing into me, all felt good and soon I was building again. This must have been sexy for Ian because quickly he was hard again. He came around behind his wife, grasping her by the hips and roughly driving his cock into her. With her face against my pussy, each thrust he made pushed her harder against me. What they were both doing was enough to send me over again.
As I recovered, I moved away to lay beside them watching as he gave his wife a very rough fucking. She was loving it by the noise she was making. He was taking her from behind, slapping her bum cheeks and telling her how naughty she was for eating his cum out of me. She brought her face around to his as he leaned forwards over her, they were kissing like that, her pushing her tongue into his mouth so he could taste the mixture still in her mouth. They both seemed to enjoy that too.
He was telling her how dirty she was, sucking his cum from another woman's cunt. That is a word I could never use but I knew what it meant and that he wasn't using it in an insulting way.She was replying, telling him what an animal he was for wanting two women at once. Rutting like a beast she said. Their talk was exciting for them. I found it a bit sexy too. Finally, they both finished, each with huge orgasms. She came first and fell forward as she cum. He had slipped out of her but didn’t care as he held his cock allowing his cum to shoot over her back and arse.
I lay there beside Ian and Kala went to the bathroom to quickly clean herself up. When she returned, we settled down to sleep with me in the centre with them cuddled on each side of me.
"Thank you for bringing this toy for us to play with," Kala told Ian.
"You are welcome, honey. She's fun, isn't she?"
I can't believe they were talking about me like that. Like I was a toy for them. But I can't complain, I had fun that night. Like I said, a busy pussy.
That was good and I was considering that would be the ending for the night. But no. These two were not finished with me yet. It seems Kala liked the taste of Ian’s cum and also liked eating it out of the pussy of another woman he had just fucked. While I was still lying back on the bed where I had been with Ian, Kala pulled my legs apart and on her knees between them as she began to eat me.
Her licking and sucking on me, her tongue pressing into me, all felt good and soon I was building again. This must have been sexy for Ian because quickly he was hard again. He came around behind his wife, grasping her by the hips and roughly driving his cock into her. With her face against my pussy, each thrust he made pushed her harder against me. What they were both doing was enough to send me over again.
As I recovered, I moved away to lay beside them watching as he gave his wife a very rough fucking. She was loving it by the noise she was making. He was taking her from behind, slapping her bum cheeks and telling her how naughty she was for eating his cum out of me. She brought her face around to his as he leaned forwards over her, they were kissing like that, her pushing her tongue into his mouth so he could taste the mixture still in her mouth. They both seemed to enjoy that too.
He was telling her how dirty she was, sucking his cum from another woman's cunt. That is a word I could never use but I knew what it meant and that he wasn't using it in an insulting way.She was replying, telling him what an animal he was for wanting two women at once. Rutting like a beast she said. Their talk was exciting for them. I found it a bit sexy too. Finally, they both finished, each with huge orgasms. She came first and fell forward as she cum. He had slipped out of her but didn’t care as he held his cock allowing his cum to shoot over her back and arse.
I lay there beside Ian and Kala went to the bathroom to quickly clean herself up. When she returned, we settled down to sleep with me in the centre with them cuddled on each side of me.
"Thank you for bringing this toy for us to play with," Kala told Ian.
"You are welcome, honey. She's fun, isn't she?"
I can't believe they were talking about me like that. Like I was a toy for them. But I can't complain, I had fun that night. Like I said, a busy pussy.
My Second Night with Ian.
Things had gone well that first night, I was enjoying staying at Brian and Mega’s house and when we heard the van had delayed us, I decided to stay for the second night. Yes, Brian and Ian did offer to take me back to Shanti and Mike’s house but I told them I was happy to stay.
During that afternoon, I did get involved in picking the flowers in their huge greenhouses. And yes, it did end up with me joining his picking team topless too. But that is another story.
I wasn’t the only one to do that. Cathy, from Australia, did it and she went topless too.
(See - Story 278 Cathy - This Is All New To Us.)
That afternoon, Kala, Mandara and I all were topless for most of the afternoon. Yes, the women workers were topless too. The afternoon heat in the flower houses soon had us sweating and the bikini bottom I was wear soon became soaked. I noticed the men were looking too. My breasts are naturally white but being late summer, they now had a light tan, but still lighter than the Filipino women workers and a lot lighter than Mega an Indian woman. Kala's breasts were light like mine but she was only topless for a short time. She had to wear a bikini top again has her larger breasts kept getting in the road as she worked.
During that afternoon, I did get involved in picking the flowers in their huge greenhouses. And yes, it did end up with me joining his picking team topless too. But that is another story.
I wasn’t the only one to do that. Cathy, from Australia, did it and she went topless too.
(See - Story 278 Cathy - This Is All New To Us.)
That afternoon, Kala, Mandara and I all were topless for most of the afternoon. Yes, the women workers were topless too. The afternoon heat in the flower houses soon had us sweating and the bikini bottom I was wear soon became soaked. I noticed the men were looking too. My breasts are naturally white but being late summer, they now had a light tan, but still lighter than the Filipino women workers and a lot lighter than Mega an Indian woman. Kala's breasts were light like mine but she was only topless for a short time. She had to wear a bikini top again has her larger breasts kept getting in the road as she worked.
That evening we watched the show that they put on Zoom featuring Betty. It seems this was a fantasy thing for her to do so Sabreena decided to give her the chance to do it for real.
(See - Story 297 Tom and Betty - Part Three.)
I came into the room wearing my bikini top and shorts. It was almost time for the show. I was surprised to find that I was overdressed. Everyone was either naked or near naked.
“Come on Rachael,” Ian said patting his lap. “Come and sit with me.”
I noticed he was naked. He said ready to play when the Zoom show got going. I went to sit beside him and he said, “No! You get naked first.”
"But I'll be on cam!"
"Yeah, I know. More fun while watching."
I smiled at that. I was okay with it too. I began to strip. Once naked, I stepped up to sit beside him and he grabbed me, holding me to sit on his knee. Naked like that, I could feel his cock against my bum as I leaned back against him to watch the show. What I didn't consider was that others would be watching Ian and I too.
We watched as Betty and Ragesh came out of the pool and began undressing each other. That was sexy to watch and I could feel myself juicing up. I could also feel the cock beneath me had begun to grow. He was getting hard too. As he grew, I could feel him against my pussy.
That felt good too and I began to slowly move, rubbing my wet pussy lips along the hardness of his shaft. That felt good and soon my juice began to flow and coat his cock. I think that made him slippery and easier to rub against each other. That is how we were for a while, me slowly moving my hips as I rubbed my pussy against his shaft.
By now, Betty had got to the sex in her show and as she finished with Ragesh, two more men arrived. Watching those big men both fucking her was so sexy that I lifted myself slightly allowing Ian to slip inside me. I sunk back down on him and we began slowly fucking as we watched the online show.
What I didn’t consider was that, in Zoom, if I could see them and they all could see us. I was facing the cam, my legs open so Ian’s shaft could be seen slipping in and out of me as I moved. I later heard from several people that they were watching me.
By the end of Betty’s show, this cock touching or inside me for the whole night had become too much for me. I needed him now. I needed to cum too. I leaned forward a bit so I could take him deeper. That felt good as I began bouncing on his fucking him. It was getting better and better for me and soon I was getting ready to cum.
It was at that moment that Mega got up and stepped over to the laptop on the coffee table in front of us.
“That is enough from us,” she told the Zoom room as she reached to turn off Zoom. I suddenly realised that I’d been giving them all a show.
“They were watching us!” I gasped.
“Watching you fucking me,” Ian laughed.
“But they saw everything!”
“I know, aren’t they lucky,” he said.
“That was quite a show, Rachael,” Mega said.
“You liked showing your pussy didn’t you?” Ian asked.
“I didn’t think...”
“You were showing it full of my cock.”
My body gave a jerk at that. I suddenly realised that doing that was a turn-on. Showing off like that was sexy.
I began going faster as he kept talking to me. Telling me what I was showing and that everyone was looking at me.
Mega was beside me. Her hand was rubbing over my breast and playing with my nipple. Her other hand had found my pussy. As Ian’s cock moved in and out of me, Mega was rubbing my pussy. This was so hot! So sexy. My cum was racing towards me. It was huge and quickly followed by a second one.
I lost all control of my body and probably would have fallen off him if they both didn’t hold me.
(See - Story 297 Tom and Betty - Part Three.)
I came into the room wearing my bikini top and shorts. It was almost time for the show. I was surprised to find that I was overdressed. Everyone was either naked or near naked.
“Come on Rachael,” Ian said patting his lap. “Come and sit with me.”
I noticed he was naked. He said ready to play when the Zoom show got going. I went to sit beside him and he said, “No! You get naked first.”
"But I'll be on cam!"
"Yeah, I know. More fun while watching."
I smiled at that. I was okay with it too. I began to strip. Once naked, I stepped up to sit beside him and he grabbed me, holding me to sit on his knee. Naked like that, I could feel his cock against my bum as I leaned back against him to watch the show. What I didn't consider was that others would be watching Ian and I too.
We watched as Betty and Ragesh came out of the pool and began undressing each other. That was sexy to watch and I could feel myself juicing up. I could also feel the cock beneath me had begun to grow. He was getting hard too. As he grew, I could feel him against my pussy.
That felt good too and I began to slowly move, rubbing my wet pussy lips along the hardness of his shaft. That felt good and soon my juice began to flow and coat his cock. I think that made him slippery and easier to rub against each other. That is how we were for a while, me slowly moving my hips as I rubbed my pussy against his shaft.
By now, Betty had got to the sex in her show and as she finished with Ragesh, two more men arrived. Watching those big men both fucking her was so sexy that I lifted myself slightly allowing Ian to slip inside me. I sunk back down on him and we began slowly fucking as we watched the online show.
What I didn’t consider was that, in Zoom, if I could see them and they all could see us. I was facing the cam, my legs open so Ian’s shaft could be seen slipping in and out of me as I moved. I later heard from several people that they were watching me.
By the end of Betty’s show, this cock touching or inside me for the whole night had become too much for me. I needed him now. I needed to cum too. I leaned forward a bit so I could take him deeper. That felt good as I began bouncing on his fucking him. It was getting better and better for me and soon I was getting ready to cum.
It was at that moment that Mega got up and stepped over to the laptop on the coffee table in front of us.
“That is enough from us,” she told the Zoom room as she reached to turn off Zoom. I suddenly realised that I’d been giving them all a show.
“They were watching us!” I gasped.
“Watching you fucking me,” Ian laughed.
“But they saw everything!”
“I know, aren’t they lucky,” he said.
“That was quite a show, Rachael,” Mega said.
“You liked showing your pussy didn’t you?” Ian asked.
“I didn’t think...”
“You were showing it full of my cock.”
My body gave a jerk at that. I suddenly realised that doing that was a turn-on. Showing off like that was sexy.
I began going faster as he kept talking to me. Telling me what I was showing and that everyone was looking at me.
Mega was beside me. Her hand was rubbing over my breast and playing with my nipple. Her other hand had found my pussy. As Ian’s cock moved in and out of me, Mega was rubbing my pussy. This was so hot! So sexy. My cum was racing towards me. It was huge and quickly followed by a second one.
I lost all control of my body and probably would have fallen off him if they both didn’t hold me.
That had been amazing. So much hot sex but what I didn’t know was it was not over yet. They had another drink but I didn’t take one. I think I had taken too much already. It was either the sex or the drink that made me feel light in the head.
We got up to go to a bedroom. This was not the room we had used the night before. This one was bigger, the bed was bigger too. To my surprise, Brian joined us too. I was just thinking this was going to be a threesome with the two men, Ian and Brian. But then their wives, Mega and Kala walked in. Two married couples and me.
This was wild. We fucked in many ways. The two men both took me and their wives played with me too. I was fucked in so many ways and I had some good orgasms too until they decided I had enough.
Then they left me watching while they did a sexy partner swap each man taking the other’s wife. They even swapped again a few times and the women were on top, then the men were on top. It was sexy to watch as they continued, all four of them driven by the sexy show and excitement of the evening.
Finally, Ian pulled me to join them as each couple lay together and I found myself in the middle between them. That is how we spent what remained of the night. All five of us on one bed together.
We got up to go to a bedroom. This was not the room we had used the night before. This one was bigger, the bed was bigger too. To my surprise, Brian joined us too. I was just thinking this was going to be a threesome with the two men, Ian and Brian. But then their wives, Mega and Kala walked in. Two married couples and me.
This was wild. We fucked in many ways. The two men both took me and their wives played with me too. I was fucked in so many ways and I had some good orgasms too until they decided I had enough.
Then they left me watching while they did a sexy partner swap each man taking the other’s wife. They even swapped again a few times and the women were on top, then the men were on top. It was sexy to watch as they continued, all four of them driven by the sexy show and excitement of the evening.
Finally, Ian pulled me to join them as each couple lay together and I found myself in the middle between them. That is how we spent what remained of the night. All five of us on one bed together.
When I awoke, I was expecting there might have been some more fucking but I discovered, Kala and the two men were gone. Only Mega was there, holding me with her arms around me.
“Good morning, Rachael,” she whispered in my ear. “How are you this morning?”
“Okay, I think...” I replied.
Then I moved and realised how sore I was.
“Ouch! My pussy is sore.”
“We thought you might be. You did a lot last night. And those men didn’t hold back either.”
I lay there for a few moments, still a bit dazed.
She sat up and said, “Come on. Let’s get you in the shower. It will help you feel better.”
Taking her hand, I got out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. I stood watching as she set the shower and then stepped under the water with her. I was looking at her dark body as her hands rubbed the soap all over my sore body.
She was very gentle with my pussy, her rubbing the soap over me as she played the warm water over me. It did feel nice and certainly helped me to feel better.
“There better be no sexy for you today, young lady,” she told me. “You were pretty rough on yourself last night, Rachael.”
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of doing anything,” I replied.
“Just remember, some of these men are big and strong. They sometimes don’t know how rough they are on us,” Mega said.
“I know that now,” I replied.
“What I mean is you can have too much of a good thing,” she explained, giving me a grin.
I nodded that I understood.
She smiled back at me and then gave me a quick hug. "I expect my Jayintha will be the same as you this morning too. I expect she was in the action at Shanti's house after the show. You girls can sleep for a while in the van today," she smiled.
When she turned the water off, I realised I didn’t even try to wash her before she had me out and was drying me off. I still felt a bit sore but not as much as before. I also knew there would be no sex for me that night.
“Good morning, Rachael,” she whispered in my ear. “How are you this morning?”
“Okay, I think...” I replied.
Then I moved and realised how sore I was.
“Ouch! My pussy is sore.”
“We thought you might be. You did a lot last night. And those men didn’t hold back either.”
I lay there for a few moments, still a bit dazed.
She sat up and said, “Come on. Let’s get you in the shower. It will help you feel better.”
Taking her hand, I got out of bed and followed her into the bathroom. I stood watching as she set the shower and then stepped under the water with her. I was looking at her dark body as her hands rubbed the soap all over my sore body.
She was very gentle with my pussy, her rubbing the soap over me as she played the warm water over me. It did feel nice and certainly helped me to feel better.
“There better be no sexy for you today, young lady,” she told me. “You were pretty rough on yourself last night, Rachael.”
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of doing anything,” I replied.
“Just remember, some of these men are big and strong. They sometimes don’t know how rough they are on us,” Mega said.
“I know that now,” I replied.
“What I mean is you can have too much of a good thing,” she explained, giving me a grin.
I nodded that I understood.
She smiled back at me and then gave me a quick hug. "I expect my Jayintha will be the same as you this morning too. I expect she was in the action at Shanti's house after the show. You girls can sleep for a while in the van today," she smiled.
When she turned the water off, I realised I didn’t even try to wash her before she had me out and was drying me off. I still felt a bit sore but not as much as before. I also knew there would be no sex for me that night.
They had breakfast ready for me. It seems everyone except Mega and I had already eaten. Not long after that, the other cars and vans began to arrive. There was some packing and unpacking, people moving between the vans and vehicles.
I ended up in the van that Dad was driving. I took the front seat. There were no seats in the back as the van was full of tents, food and other camping gear. At Wellsford, we stopped for a few minutes and I changed to the campervan Riya was driving. That was a surprise, both Riya and Amita were driving these big camper vans. I have tried Dad's one so I knew they were fun to drive.
I ended up in the van that Dad was driving. I took the front seat. There were no seats in the back as the van was full of tents, food and other camping gear. At Wellsford, we stopped for a few minutes and I changed to the campervan Riya was driving. That was a surprise, both Riya and Amita were driving these big camper vans. I have tried Dad's one so I knew they were fun to drive.
So, we were off on our camping trip. Off on another series of adventures and more stories for the Letters Books.
I know I have repeated myself a few times and my writing probably isn't as good as most of the other writers but Shanti, is this story good enough to earn me a set of the Letters Books? I hope it is. I would like my own set.
I know I have repeated myself a few times and my writing probably isn't as good as most of the other writers but Shanti, is this story good enough to earn me a set of the Letters Books? I hope it is. I would like my own set.
Yes, Rachael,
I’ll have a set ready for you at our next party at Peter and Jenny’s house. We will make a presentation and welcome you as an official “Writer of Letters.”
Shanti and Mike.
I’ll have a set ready for you at our next party at Peter and Jenny’s house. We will make a presentation and welcome you as an official “Writer of Letters.”
Shanti and Mike.
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This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no cases will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex but no kids!
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It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is and so we're unable to fix it.
In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age where we live in New Zealand is 16 but we are happy with the age 18 limit. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children but time has gone by and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no cases will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex but no kids!
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An interesting story. Rachael got a surprise when she ended up being the "toy" for that married couple. I like how delighted Kala was when she saw Ian had brought her a toy doll to play with. I think you might be able to do more with that theme in future stories.
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You seem to have a theme of following young women into this sex group. Over the years there have been quite a few.
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