CENTREPIECE

A sizzling wife's public performance at an orgy.

For a long time, Sarah-Jane had suspicions. Well, Damien departed too eagerly for his business meetings in Cologne, and he was just so goddamn relaxed on his return to Dublin.

Damien wasn't sure how he was going to continue to enjoy his foreign orgy addiction once Sarah-Jane kept badgering and niggling him to be allowed to accompany him the next time he went, as their son was old enough to settle into a boarding school in England.

Typical male with a smutty secret agenda, Damien was thinking of giving his wife a new platinum credit card, and he may just escape her clutches for a few hours.

Now Damien loved his Sarah-Jane, and she was pretty hot for thirty-five and raunchy enough in the sack to keep him occupied between trips to Cologne. But the high-class German orgy tarts were so compulsive. So frickin cock available. So, senses overwhelming. Open, ready and stunningly feminine. No place for your wife.

Damien didn't feel trapped once he realised Sarah-Jane would tag along.

The afternoon they arrived, he enjoyed the walk around Cologne Cathedral with her. Both partners were in awe of its towering spires, gothic façade, and the sharing of a close husband-and-wife bonding moment.

But once it was over, they were back at their hotel. Damien kept hinting too directly that Sarah-Jane should go on an escorted evening boutique shopping tour while he reviewed his proposals for tomorrow's company meeting.

Sarah-Jane was too intuitive and decided undeviating direct questioning was her best approach.

If Damien was getting in a high-class escort for a hotel fuck: well, she was liberal-minded enough to join in.

"It's a call girl, isn't it?" she asked directly.

Taken aback, Damien said "No" but didn't look into her sparkling blue eyes, the eyes he loved so much.

"Geez, I am silly, " added his brunette beauty; "It's a pair of seedy local tarts at a nearby brothel; you need the double excitement?"

Again, Damien didn't know where to look, but even more flustered said, "No."

"Oh My God", said his probing wife, intent on the truth; "You like some tranny action?"

Well, the truth was it had occasionally crossed Damien's maturing sex experience mind, but he was very orgy satisfied at the moment.

"No," he blurted out and then kept divulging — his manhood, after all, was on the line — "It's a goddamn orgy invitation; pussy, arse, everything."

"Oh," said Sarah, slightly disappointed it wasn't a shemale and now wondering what the fuck she was missing out on in life.

It always comes down to that point with sex.

Someone else is doing it; you want to try it too.

"Well, are wives off limits at these private gatherings," she inquired very openly.

Now Damien knew the answer was 'No,' but the response in his head and through his lips was a slow, unconvincing: "Yes."

Hot extras were always welcome at these orgies: girlfriends, wives or — 

"Oh bullshit, you are such a bad liar. I'm up for this. I think you'll get very excited seeing someone else fuck me, and hell, I'm just as likely to get it off nicely seeing your dick in some good-looking bitch."

Damien's cock was male at the front of his mind.

He needed his orgy fix, and if it meant taking Sarah-Jane to her first and maybe only sex feast: so be it.

He was excited as they left for the venue in a taxi to take her. Still, equally, he was thinking about how he would react to seeing his wife's sexuality unleashed, revealed in maybe uncontrollable ecstatic joy with another or multiple men.

The mansion was set back in immaculate gardens that gave no hint of the debauched practices deep within its once-famous ballroom. However, sexual entertainment was undoubtedly a common thread throughout the building's history, dating back to the Baroque Age.

Everything was tasteful, from the arrival of champagne to the period furniture and well-dressed guys and stunning; well, modern courtesans if you want to be polite or the best quality sluts if that takes your fancy.

Picture the scene as a room full of bodies; though this was not a standard cocktail evening, a coiled, steamy, smutty tension was present.

The only agenda here was sex: orgy sex.

At five thousand dollars a head, everyone paying wanted the best.

But business success engenders a particular arrogant desire for thrill. Money to burn: why waste it gambling when the world is full of available pussy for the cashed-up.

Personal sexual calculations were occurring throughout the room.

The sham preliminaries, the surface casual introductions, and the relatively meaningless flirting—these girls would drop a dress any moment now.

Damien was occupied, well preoccupied with three girls already.

Two randy bastards cornered Sarah-Jane, knowing she was a partner, not a regular sex worker.

Two girls, probably a deliberate act, but no one cared, got the evening's entertainment underway, like a warm-up.

A pair of blondes were merely a stimulus, but it was a fantastic opening gambit designed to activate pleasure unleashed through a whole former ballroom.

For a while, the focus was on two big-titted blonde girls munching each other in a sixty-nine: around forty guys and fifty girls or more watching.

The pace accelerated rapidly as one blonde arched the other's arse, and her tongue went burrowing in her crinkled pucker. Then, those two were left to their pleasure.

Fondling of cocks and breasts became common everywhere. Anyone who cared to look through the general raunch engaged in the very personal very quickly.

Genital greeted and mated, devoid of standard social expectations.

Damien's pants were down. One stunning brunette had her tongue probing into his arsehole, a redhead licked his balls, and a gorgeous big-titted blonde was demonstrating wonderful sucking skills, deep-throating his stiff cock.

Sarah-Jane cast a glance in her husband's direction.

God, he looked satisfied, but she was lost in her feel-good moment.

One guy, was it Brad, yes, was licking her shaved happy pussy well and the other guy: Pete, was manipulating her breasts very sweetly, massaging, tweaking, sucking and playfully teasing: all building arousal.

Damien watched briefly as his wife was getting pleasured, but his cock dominated his mind too quickly.

His vision became the brunette's pussy shaped like a twisted sea shell, spiralling delightfully from a curled cowl to its lippy folds, the left flap sitting slightly on top of the right, but both lips quickly spread by his fingers, opening out into their pink mucousy glory.

Sarah-Jane's pussy was enjoying a crafty tongue plying its skills over her hard clitty and inside her cute folds of twisted wet flesh as another tongue was wedging as far into her arse as it could get.

God, it felt so good.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she sighed.

She could see her husband sort of: she knew it was his face buried between another woman's legs while two other women fondled his erect attractive cock.

Two guys manipulated her willing body; one guy, now Pete, below her; she speared her pussy onto his hard, upwardly thrusting dick and got immediate waves of pleasure as she sank and rose with his cock.

The enjoyment hit overload as Brad's cock filled her mouth, and her own Damien's cock just across the room plunged into a redhead straddling his cock.

Her husband looks straight at Sarah-Jane like she knows they will later be paired but are happy having the life shagged out of them in the immediate instance.

The redhead knowingly winked at Sarah, hinting at fem-pussy sharing after cock time.

Damien's cock dominates his life: the redhead's pecker grip is very, very good.

It remains extraordinary but was joined by the stunning experience of the blonde face sitting him simultaneously.

His sense of space was buried in female fleshy bits, his tongue working in a tight area but hitting the right spots.

The blonde bitch raises herself slightly and squirts full across the surprised husband's face.

"My God," he uttered, surprised.

The framework of desire has overtaken Sarah Jane.

Pete had manoeuvred his fingers into her arse as he shags the wife.

Brad fills her gob with cum.

Well, he's finished for a while, but she was just too goddamn pretty.

Pete can't control his efforts any longer, too, and spreads his wad across Sarah's moist open flaps.

The redhead sees her chance and leaves Damien's cock erect and wobbling, femcum smeared and still in need of pussy.

The redhead was between his wife's legs, licking the cum from the guy and teasing Sarah's fully aroused clit.

Damien is watching, momentarily mesmerised despite the brunette licking his shaft.

His eyes sweep the room.

His wife's moaning has made her the room's centrepiece, like a queen bee; everyone is drawn to her.

No trophy wife but a sexually expressive being suddenly the focal point of a mass orgy.

"Ohh, yes, ooh, yes, ooh, yes, yes, yes," acapella pitched, natural enthusiasm, no fake words.

Sarah-Jane's legs were writhing.

God, the redhead knew her stuff between a woman's legs.

A guy he couldn't remember seeing before was under his wife somehow: filling her arse at the same time.

As good as the brunette was on his cock, Damien suddenly wanted to cum in his own wife's mouth as she was arse fucked and pussy tongue pummelled.

Sarah-Jane was bacchanale, beyond the pale of caring what she sounded like.

God, was she moaning. It was pitched and then deep.

"Ooh, ooohh, ooohhh," extended pleasure echoes.

A chain of " Ahh, ahh, ahh," as her visceral intensity approached the orgasmic shattering pinnacle.

Damien, who had wanted to fill her mouth, couldn't bring himself to do it.

Sarah-Jane's performance was virtuoso diva centre stage: untamable and compelling.

Damien eased the redhead out of the way and doubled wickedly on his wife.

Sarah-Jane's arse was still riding cock with bodily abandonment, pressing into the body below her, spreading her beautiful arse.

Then, her pussy was enveloping her own man's cock.

"Raah, oof, oof, raah, aah," sex pitch-perfect.

So intense, a rare sexual auditory phenomenon, searing into minds, here was pleasure heard and as well as seen: dominating an entire ballroom.

The seasoned orgy crew became, despite themselves, an audience to probably the most sexually expressive performance of a lifetime.

Sarah-Jane's high exposed arse kept gripping cock to perfection; her butthole so alluring.

It was slightly opening each time she pushed her body up, the sweetest pleasure picture anyone there had ever seen. Butt stabbed perfection in a flawless, winking starfish.

Now Damien, too, had the pleasure of her pussy lips wrapped around his cock.

At the same time, his wife's vulnerable arsehole was ravaged by a stranger, millimetres from his thrusting cock.

Sarah-Jane's own personal pleasure plateau and fast-pacing climax were dominating a frickin randy room.

"Oorgh, Orrgh!" she announced her ascension.

It was her sparkling blue eyes, exuding pleasure, plus the sway and awesome downwards and upwards movement of her body and topping it all, her absa-fucking- enjoyment of the cascading moment of complete womanly fulfilment.

" Uugh, Uugghh!"

The prick in her arse was in her deep, and Damien burrowed manically into her coochie too.

Still, the true deepness of the moment was in her 'Salome eyes': she was being fucked beyond fucking!

Sarah-Jane became aware of her central performance status.

She unleashed the dirty talk like a fuckin pro: "Faster, you two bastards, deep, you filthy sods. Ganga-bang my holes. Torpedo my arse. Blitz my pussy!"

Her accelerating panting, close to a wheeze, amplified the hedonism.

The joy of sex combined with her quick breathing now bordering on hyperventilation.

She was glowing, her eyes glazed, and her body was building a mammoth, sweaty flush.

Squelchy juices leaked in a fluid bath from her holes.

Everybody has an untapped sexual capacity; it's just when and where it is unleashed and taken, and it was being taken here by Sarah-Jane and Damien, too, who was sharing in her pleasure and equally sharing his wife's arse at the same time with a stranger.

Sarah Jane was entering sexual euphoria, awareness and unawareness blurring in buzzing pleasure combined as her cognizant capacity for self-bliss kept climbing.

Then the gripping muscular contractions hit her, and her high-pitched squeal yelps were terrific to hear.

"Ooff, oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Orrgh, ahh, ahH, aHHH!"

Her orgasm cavalcaded across the room, guttural and decadent like a fulsome soapy massage, but in herself, it went deeper and luxuriant like a bath bomb, profligate and totally filling as jizz rocketed in her arse and shuddered into her cum soaked pussy cavity.

Well, as Sarah and Damien relaxed for a moment, the smell of their sexual endeavours was quickly masked by a room full of degenerate, debauched, dissolute action, very humanely self-indulgent.

So much satisfaction everywhere, pure, perfect pleasure uncapped.

Bodily contentment was not the issue: the limits of delight were being sought and demanded, and maximum climaxes were expected from all, and it had all been set in motion by a wife's uninhibited libido.

Combinations of fruitful enjoyment dominated the grand old ballroom; cocks were being sucked, arses were being pounded, and pussy's were getting their natural fill.

Still, there were women to spare and a brunette and blonde were soon pawing over Sarah-Jane and manipulating Damien into fondling them both, as a new sexual combination emerged in the room: and Sarah –Jane was about to find out at her first orgy; the night was only getting started.