By the end of part Seven – "Mikki Gets A Boyfriend" – the four of us had moved in together, exploring a variety of intimate encounters. With Mikki's return, the two women delighted in sharing two hard cocks. While Bobbie and I relaxed in the garden over coffee, Bob suggested we have chat. He asked how I felt about our experiences, and I admitted that I was truly enjoying myself, having fulfilled many of my fantasies. Bob shared that he felt the same way. I added that watching him with other women made me feel closer and more excited, and I was eager for it to continue. I also mentioned that Mikki’s influence had sparked new fantasies for me. We both agreed that things were going well and expressed a desire to keep exploring our sexuality with others.

At that moment, Mikki and James joined us, and Mikki inquired about the serious tone of our conversation. I explained that it was anything but heavy, filling her in on our discussion. She revealed that they had just had a similar conversation and were equally happy with how things were unfolding. Bob then proposed that since we had already explored most of our original ideas and fantasies, Mikki and I should spend an evening over a bottle of wine brainstorming new experiences for all of us. Mikki loved the idea and suggested that we write down our suggestions as a playful surprise for the guys until after we'd tried them.

The following week, James asked Bobbie to help him with some tasks at his mother’s old house, suggesting they stay overnight. Mikki and I encouraged them, excited about the prospect of having some girl time. On Saturday, armed with pizza and wine, Mikki and I lounged naked  in our living room. Believing it would spark our creativity, Mikki brought out a notebook and two pens, and we set out to create a list of sexual activities we wanted to try. We agreed on two ground rules: each activity had to be something neither of us had ever done, and we both had to participate for it to count. Although the term “bucket list” wasn’t around at the time, we dubbed it “the list.” We swapped ideas, dismissing any that one of us had already experienced, and as we grew tipsier, our proposals became increasingly more daring.

I suggested that we both discreetly speak to our partners to learn about their hidden fantasies without giving away our plans.

That night was the first time Mikki and I spent the entire evening alone together. We shared a bath, our bodies fitting perfectly as we crossed our legs and allowed our pussies to brush against each other in the warm water—a sensation that felt exquisite. As we continued, we stimulated each other’s clits simultaneously, leading both of us to an incredible orgasm.

Afterward, we dried off kissing every inch of each other’s bodies. We then dressed in our most enticing lingerie—short skirts and cropped tops that showed plenty of skin—and headed out to a club. Our appearance attracted a lot of attention on the dance floor. While that might have been fun under different circumstances, tonight was reserved for just the two of us. Whenever anyone approached, we responded with passionate kisses and playful touches, effectively discouraging advances. Some of the guys muttered disparaging remarks like “fucking lesbians” or “gays,” which we found amusing. After a few drinks, we turned down more advances, shared one last dance, and then left the club, catching a taxi home.

Once in the bedroom, we slowly removed each other’s clothing, showering every inch of our bare skin with kisses. With our clothes discarded and the covers pulled back, we climbed into bed. When Mikki moved in, we had invested in a king-sized bed that now felt both wonderfully spacious and intimately cozy.

I began by pressing my lips passionately against Mikki’s before trailing kisses across her face—on her ears, eyes, forehead, neck, and throat. Moving lower, I kissed her shoulder, arm, and hand, even taking the time to suck on her thumb, then replicated the gesture on her other arm. I paid special attention to her left breast, licking it affectionately, taking her nipple into my mouth and softly biting it, which made Mikki cry out before she began to moan. I caressed her breast as I continued licking and gently biting her nipple, and then repeated the process on her right breast.

Continuing our intimate encounter, I trailed my tongue downward, playfully swirling around her belly button before pressing kisses along the upper edge of her pubic mound and licking over her neatly trimmed hair. I lingered on the delicate crease at her thigh's top, deliberately holding off on attending to her pussy. I planted kisses and flicked my tongue along her thigh, calf, heel, and sole—sucking gently on her toes—before repeating the same attentions along her other leg. Then, gently turning her over, I moved to kiss her neck, shoulders, and back, showering her buttocks with sensual kisses and exploring them with slow, teasing licks. As I spread her cheeks apart, I focused on her puckered opening; after a brief spit, I ran my tongue inside before slowly inserting a finger, drawing out soft moans. I rocked my finger tenderly in and out before eventually withdrawing it and kissing her anal opening once more.

Flipping her back over, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, eliciting louder moans as I trailed kisses from the top of her slit down to its base. I lavished attention on her labia, kissing and licking as I sucked in her soft lips. While my tongue continued its work, my thumb caressed her clitoris, heightening her pleasure further. Simultaneously, my left hand slipped another finger into her anus while my right thumb maintained its rhythmic stimulation on her clit.

She guided me by placing her hands on my head, silently urging me to press firmer against her pussy. As I increased the pressure and quickened my movements, I could feel her reaching toward her first climax. She pulled my hair gently tugging me closer with a few final, teasing licks, she arched her back and climaxed, and I eagerly lapped up the release.

Without giving her a moment to recover, I reached for the dildo hidden under the pillow and gently inserted it into her pussy, pushing it deeper even as she shuddered with aftershocks. I activated the bullet vibrator and pressed it over her clit while continuously advancing the dildo into her sensitive core; her legs quivered and arms flailed as she surrendered to another climax. Increasing the pace of the dildo while keeping the vibrator busy on her clit, I slipped two more fingers into her arse. Her hips bucked upward; with a cry, she stiffened as she began to squirt all over my face—a moment I savoured as I lapped up every drop, marvelling at the experience of witnessing her first squirt. Then I moved upward to softly kiss her lips. Even though she remained still, I caressed her face and continued our tender exchange, and when I asked if she was alright, she whispered, “Wonderful.”

After a moment, she exclaimed, in a louder voice, “What on earth have you done to me?” I excused myself to the bathroom, where I washed my face with a warm, soapy washcloth. Carefully, I cleaned Mikki’s face, then her stomach, pussy, and bum, drying her off with a towel afterward.

When I asked if she had enjoyed everything, she met my gaze with half-closed eyes and confessed that it was by far the best experience she’d ever had. Seeing that she was exhausted, I took her hand and guided her to her room, helping her settle into bed. Later, I returned to strip the sheets and set the washing machine running. By the time I checked her room again, she was fast asleep. I didn’t worry about myself—I was simply gratified to have given her such a wonderful experience.

I slipped under the covers beside her, cuddling up and falling asleep in a spooning embrace. I awoke to find Mikki nestled between my legs, using her fingers and tongue to pleasure me. It wasn’t long before she brought me to climax, an incredible way to start the day.

Over breakfast, I told Mikki how much I’d enjoyed our first night together, and she wholeheartedly agreed, suggesting that we make it a regular event. I then proposed that we inform the guys that one night a month should be just for the two of us.

At lunchtime, the guys returned, and the four of us headed to the club to watch the strippers. Later on, Mikki and I picked up Oliver from Sandra’s while the guys grabbed Chinese takeaway. That evening, Mikki and I went to bed with our own partners.

The following Sunday, while the guys were at the club, Mikki and I gathered suggestions from our men and compiled a shortlist of twenty challenges, ranging from simple to intensely sexual. Mikki offered to write up the list from our notes, and I suggested we decide on tasks by each rolling two dice—allowing for a maximum of twenty-four potential outcomes. We decided to randomly add four extra challenges to complete the list.

On Monday, as Mikki was leaving for work, she handed me the final list. I felt a rush of excitement reading through the potential adventures. Later that day, when Mikki returned before the guys, we sat down with the list and rolled our dice. My roll, followed by hers, totaled eleven—indicating a double penetration challenge. Even though I’d experienced Bobbie’s cock in my pussy with a butt plug before, I knew this was going to be entirely different.

We agreed to keep the challenge secret from the guys until after we completed it. First, Mikki expressed her desire to lose her anal virginity and asked if Bob, who had the necessary experience, could help her, while she suggested that James could have his first encounter with me.

On Saturday, Mikki took Oliver to her mom’s. While she was out, I prepared the bed with matching underwear, stockings, suspenders, a tube of lubricant, and two butt plugs. When she returned, we shared a shower that led to our familiar climax. I got on my hands and knees and handed Mikki the lubed plug, instructing her to insert it slowly and steadily—warning that my body might initially resist and that she should continue to push. Giggling, she lined it up and applied increasing pressure until it slid in, bringing me a warm, sensation.

Then I repositioned Mikki, knowing this was her first experience with a butt plug. I admired the anticipation in her puckered opening before gradually inserting first one finger, then two, moving them gently in and out. After adding more lube to my finger, I carefully inserted it into her, prompting a soft moan. I pressed the plug's tip against her, twisting it a little while checking if she was okay. When she mentioned that it stung, I advised her to relax as her sphincter adjusted.

With steady pressure, she slowly relaxed, allowing the plug to slip further in as her muscle tightened just enough to hold it in place.

I then alternated between gently pulling it out and pushing it back in several times, helping her become accustomed to the sensation.

As she lay back, she commented that the burning had subsided and that it felt pleasantly arousing, so I rewarded her with some affectionate licks on her pussy.

Later, facing away from the mirror, we bent over together and admired the sight of our enticing bodies—each adorned with a small, colored jewel: mine in purple and Mikki’s in light blue. We then dressed in our lingerie and summer dresses, and I suggested we ditch our panties. Settling into the lounge, we awaited the arrival of our men.

After a few drinks, I said to Bobbie, “Mikki has a favor to ask.” We both stood, turned our backs to the guys, lifted our dresses, and bent over. Mikki then took Bobbie’s hand and led him to her bedroom, teasing, “Come on, you’ve got a virgin ass waiting for you.” I caught James’s eye with a kiss and reminded him, “I saw you watching when Bob fucked my ass during our threesome—tonight, it’s your turn.”

We stripped off until all that remained were my stockings and suspenders. I then began by sucking his already hard cock before applying more lube. Climbing onto the settee, I teased him by presenting my rear; I instructed him to gently hold the jewel, pulling it slightly outward before teasingly pushing it back in.

James positioned himself behind me, and I guided his cock against my rear as I asked if he was ready. He confidently replied that he was more than prepared. I instructed him to be gentle and follow my lead, gradually urging him to push harder so that I could slowly work him in and out.

After a few careful thrusts, he was fully inside. When I asked him about the sensation, he said it felt wonderful and tighter than anything he'd experienced before. I encouraged him to increase his pace—the feeling was incredible with him being a bit wider than I was accustomed to. Then I asked James to pull out. Although he seemed a bit disappointed, I turned him onto his back, straddled him, and, holding his cock against my anal opening, lowered myself completely onto him.

As we established a steady rhythm, the pleasure was almost divine. James remarked on how tight and enjoyable the sensation was, mentioning that he was nearing climax. As I bounced and he thrust deeper, he eventually came, filling me with his cum. We lay there for a while, savoring the afterglow. James apologized for finishing so quickly and not bringing me to climax, and I reassured him that, as it was his first time, it was entirely understandable—I promised him that next time he’d last longer.

Then I moved over to the settee, spread my legs invitingly, and had him go down on my pussy until I reached a strong climax. Not long after, Mikki entered the lounge with a pleased smile. When I asked her if she’d enjoyed the experience, she said it was brilliant and that she loved it. Grabbing James, she declared, “It’s your turn now,” and led him to her room.

I then attended to Bobbie, sucking his cock tasting Mikki on him. When he was erect I instructed him to fuck my ass hard—by this point, the cum had provided ample lubrication. Bob complied exactly as I’d asked, while also fingering my clit, sending me into a beautiful, overwhelming orgasm as he filled me with his second load.

After we both relaxed, Bob asked if I wanted a shower. With a playful glint in my eyes, I explained that this was my first time having two cocks and two loads of cum in my ass, and that I wanted to sleep with that sensation still present.

Climbing into bed and cuddling close, I drifted off to sleep, still savouring the sensation of having two hard cocks inside me with cum slowly seeping out.

After the guys left for the club, Mikki and I took care of the roast dinner, then stripped off our clothes and went to bed. Mikki began recounting the previous night’s events. At first, when Bob started, it was quite painful for her, but he was careful and drew on all his experience. Gradually, the pain gave way to a warm, unusual sensation that was different from what she felt during vaginal sex. He then stimulated her clit, leading her to a unique orgasm. She climaxed again before Bob filled her ass with cum for the first time. When James later entered her with his cock, she was relaxed and simply enjoyed the sensation, reaching another climax accompanied by a second load of cum. Like me, she eventually fell asleep feeling completely satisfied.

I suggested that trying two double penetrations in one night might be too much, so one of us should attempt it on Friday and the other on Saturday; that way, we’d all be free to go to the club on Sunday. Mikki mentioned that she would ask her mom to look after Oliver for the weekend, which meant I could pick him up on Monday. She then wondered how we should decide who goes first. I proposed rolling dice—the highest roller would get Friday.

We moved to the lounge, rolled the dice, and Mikki won. She joked about whether that was lucky or unlucky. Afterwards, we returned to bed, spent some intimate moments together, and made love. I finished preparing the dinner while Mikki went to pick up Oliver.

The week continued, and by Friday, I suggested to Bobbie that he take James out for a drink after work. That afternoon, I dropped Oliver off at Sandra’s house having a coffee and a chat. Sandra expressed how pleased she was that Mikki had become close with all of us. She admitted that she had never liked her previous husband and was grateful for the way James treated both Mikki and Oliver. She thanked us for taking care of them and welcoming them into our home. With a laugh and a blush, I joked about the perks of our lifestyle. She then admitted some envy, wishing she could have experienced similar things when she was our age.

Sandra asked if we had any special plans, and I mentioned we were trying something new that weekend—a surprise designed for the guys. I teased that I might share the details during my next visit. Ever since Mikki had confided in her mother about our activities, we’d felt more comfortable sharing our adventures with Sandra, and she clearly enjoyed hearing about them.

When I returned home, Mikki was waiting, and we chose our outfits for the night. I brought out a butt plug for her, explaining that tonight would be her special night while I would have my own fun the following day. We showered, did our hair and makeup, inserted the plug, and then got dressed.

We cooked dinner, and soon the guys arrived, laughing and joking as they entered. We shared a few glasses of wine during the meal, and after tidying up, we moved to the lounge to finish the wine. Later on, we all headed to our bedroom. There, Mikki and I stripped to our lingerie—stockings, sexy bras, and panties. We undressed the guys before getting on our knees, with me taking James’s cock into my mouth while Mikki did the same with Bobbie's.

Standing up, we helped each other remove our remaining items, keeping the stockings on. Mikki then climbed onto the bed, flaunting her intimate jewel and teasing James by saying she wanted him to take her ass again. Bobbie asked if I wanted the same, and in a sultry voice, Mikki replied that he could have her pussy at the same time. At that, both the guys’ cocks twitched slightly, so I sank into a chair and told them to enjoy Mikki.

I slipped a small dildo into my pussy and relaxed to watch the scene unfold.

Every detail had been planned in advance. Mikki directed Bob to lie on his back, then moved in close—first gripping his cock before lowering herself onto him. Bob moved rhythmically, clearly relishing the sensation, and once his cock was deeply inside her pussy, she leaned forward onto his chest. Meanwhile, having exposed her ass for James, he removed the plug and set it aside on a towel.

I picked up some lube and spread it over James’s cock, teasing him with a few gentle strokes while exchanging kisses. The anticipation was shared by all four of us.

Returning to the chair with my plastic toy, I watched as James slowly began to push his cock into Mikki’s ass. She asked him to hold still for a moment, explaining that she needed time because she felt incredibly full. Then she began rocking gently—a clear signal for them to proceed slowly and savor each moment. Gradually, they found a comfortable rhythm, their moans blending into a truly sensual symphony. After about ten minutes, Mikki suggested a change. James withdrew from her ass, and she shifted off Bob’s cock.

She turned into a reverse cowgirl position, guiding Bob into her ass as she directed James to focus on her pussy. Once they adjusted to this new setup, they quickly regained momentum, still moaning with delight. I witnessed Mikki climax more than once. As she urged them to speed up, I noticed Bob’s face—he was visibly aroused as he filled her ass with cum. It wasn’t long before James reached his peak, finishing as he filled her pussy. Eventually, they all collapsed together, with James’s cock slipping out and some cum splashing onto Bob’s balls.

With trembling legs, Mikki got up, used a towel to clean herself, and then took both the towel and the plug into the bathroom. I had thoroughly enjoyed the display, even though I hadn’t yet climaxed. Then Mikki knelt between my legs, and as I reclined, she licked and sucked my pussy, driving me to an explosive climax. After one final lick, she informed me that she was taking James to bed, ensuring that my husband could later enjoy my beautiful pussy.

And that’s exactly what happened. After both of us climaxed, we eventually fell asleep while Bobbie remained inside me.

At breakfast the next morning, Mikki recounted how much she had enjoyed the night before, saying she knew I would love it too. That evening, she helped me prepare for my turn, and we repeated the intense Friday night—with me now taking center stage.

Mikki was right—the feeling of being completely full was a brand-new experience. Vaginal sex and its accompanying orgasms are very different from anal ones, and when the two are combined, it becomes simply divine. I came three times before the guys finished me off with cum, sending me into one final climax. For any ladies reading, if you’ve never tried double penetration, I wholeheartedly recommend it.

I returned the favor for Mikki before taking James to his own bed for the night, leaving Mikki with Bob in mine.

On Sunday morning, Mikki and I checked off our first challenge from the list and then told the guys we had completed one item. That Sunday afternoon, we all headed out to the club, sitting at the front to watch the strippers.

After enjoying a Chinese meal, we all lounged together, discussing what a fantastic weekend it had been. The guys recalled how much they had enjoyed the double penetration—even though, at first, it felt strange to have another cock brushing against just a thin layer of skin. They admitted they had been a bit nervous about their cocks touching initially, but once the overwhelming pleasure set in, any concerns quickly melted away. We also talked about the strippers, and everyone agreed on how attractive the new performer was; Mikki admitted she would have loved to take her to bed.

While I sipped my wine, Bobbie called for me to stand. I rose, curious about what was about to unfold. With a playful grin, he said, “Carol, you’ve been quite naughty this weekend, and you know what that means.” I lifted my dress and slid my panties down to my knees, fully aware of the impending spanking—especially since I hadn’t been spanked since Mikki moved in.

Bobbie began by pushing my dress upward, and I assisted by raising it even further. I glanced at James and Mikki; their expressions were priceless. I had once told Mikki about being spanked by Bob and Katy, but neither had ever seen it in person. After ten months without a spanking, the first few strikes stung sharply, compelling me to cry out. Mikki’s face was a mix of shock and excitement. Gradually, as the spanking continued, the initial sharp pain transformed into a familiar, warm pleasure. Bobbie alternated between each cheek with a total of twenty-four strokes. By the end, I was thoroughly wet, and when he slipped a couple of fingers inside me, I climaxed powerfully—all while Mikki observed in astonishment at the intensity of my release.

Afterwards, Bobbie retrieved a hidden tub of cream and gently massaged it into my sore cheeks. As I lay there, Mikki approached, caressing my bum to feel the lingering warmth before sliding a finger into me. Pulling it out, she teasingly remarked, “Carol, you’re so wet—you clearly enjoyed that, didn’t you?” I could only smile and nod in response.

Once I got up, I pulled my panties up and sat beside my husband, savouring another sip of wine and feeling heavenly. Meanwhile, Mikki pulled down her own panties and confessed to James that she’d also been naughty. Although James seemed slightly uncomfortable, he suggested that if she truly wanted a spanking, she should ask Bob, adding he was more than willing to watch. Slowly crossing the room with her panties still bunched at her knees, she told Bob that she wanted to join in and asked if he would spank her. With a smile, he agreed, noting it would be his first time spanking anyone other than me. I then moved over to join James, eager for what was coming next.

Bobbie proceeded to spank her much in the same way he had spanked me, though his touch was noticeably gentler. Despite this, Mikki still cried out, and when he finished, he slid his fingers inside her, triggering her very first spanking orgasm. Afterwards, she stood up, pulled her panties up, grabbed her wine, and confidently took a seat next to Bob.

When our wine was finished, Mikki gave Bob a sly look and said, “You’ve got me so excited, you need to take me to bed.” As they headed to her room, I asked James if he wanted to join me, and he eagerly agreed. Once we were undressed and in bed, James asked if I genuinely enjoyed being spanked or if it was solely for Bob’s amusement. I assured him that while Bob did enjoy it, I did too. When he asked if it hurt, I admitted that it did—leaving me sore for a couple of days and forcing me to wear loose-fitting clothes—but I loved it, feeling both fuzzy and warm. I even mentioned that I thought Mikki enjoyed it as well.

He then confessed that it wasn’t the spanking itself, but the idea of causing her pain that troubled him. I looked at him and said, “Knowing us, do you really think we’d do something that wouldn’t bring us pleasure?” He shook his head in agreement. I suggested that next time Bobbie spanks one of us, he should observe closely to learn the technique, and then try it with Mikki—starting very softly and letting her set the pace, so she could indicate if she wanted it harder. Finally, I emphasized the need for a safe word—something not typically uttered during play. I told him that ours was “rugby ball,” and if she ever used it, he should stop immediately and discuss things with her.

We then made love, reveling in each other’s bodies and reaching climax before drifting off to sleep. The next morning, we were all up early for breakfast, and then everyone headed off to work. I went to Sandra’s and, over a cup of coffee, recounted our wild weekend—showing her my red bottom—before taking Oliver home.

Later, Mikki admitted that she enjoyed being spanked. Noticing how much I relished it, she wanted to try it herself. I brought out my paddle—the one engraved with “naughty Carol.” When she held it, she commented on how nice it felt and asked about the sensation on my bottom. I explained that while it was more painful than a hand, the aftermath was remarkably intense—I’d even climaxed a few times from just that paddle.

Mikki confessed that she wanted a harder spanking and was interested in experimenting with the paddle. I suggested that we go shopping so she could get her own, as her collection of toys was growing. She also mentioned that while being spanked by Bob was enjoyable, she preferred it if James did it. I told her that I had spoken to James after last night’s session and felt he’d be open to trying it. Mikki hoped so, as being spanked by her boyfriend would feel much more intimate.

We then looked at our list and dice, only to realize that including four dice was a mistake—it could never yield a number between one and three. We decided to alternate between one, two, and four dice to cover a broader range of challenges. Mikki would roll a single die until she got a number three or less, and eventually she rolled a one—which meant we had to flash a stranger in a public place.

By the end of September, James had been living with us for nearly three months, and he had been dating Mikki for six. They were getting along wonderfully; Sandra liked him, and he was great with Oliver. It didn’t hurt that he also knew how to make me cum. Since I don’t work on Mondays and Fridays, I spend my Fridays at home. That day, an unusual letter arrived for Mikki—I suspected it might be from a solicitor. When Mikki got home, I handed her the letter. She opened it with a broad grin and let me read it. I was right—it was her Decree Absolute. We hugged and kissed, and I congratulated her on finally being free. We planned to celebrate by going out in Portsmouth on Saturday night. Sandra was thrilled that Mikki was finally free and happily offered to watch Oliver while we celebrated.

Later, when we shared the news with the guys, they were excited for her and greeted her with hugs. They loved our plan to celebrate. While we enjoyed a drink, James asked if we could have a private conversation outside. I felt a bit anxious about what he might say. He mentioned he’d been waiting for this day, and when I asked him to explain, he pulled a small box from his pocket and handed it to me. Inside was an engagement ring. I joked that I couldn’t accept it because I was already married. We both laughed, and he explained that during our celebration outing the next day—now that Mikki was free—he planned to propose to her. He wanted me to know in advance so that I could offer guidance in case things didn’t go as expected, and he shared his proposal plan with me.

I promised to keep his secret and, after giving him a kiss, said, “I’m so happy for both of you. Mikki deserves someone like you.”

On Saturday, Mikki and I spent what felt like ages getting ready—dressing in matching, enticing lingerie paired with sleek cocktail dresses. When we made our entrance, the guys couldn’t help but whistle in admiration. We set off for Portsmouth as quickly as possible, first taking a bus to Gosport and then boarding the ferry from Gosport to Portsmouth harbour, arriving around six in the evening.

Once there, we settled into a cozy bar for a few drinks before heading to the restaurant we’d booked. After a delightful meal, we moved on to a familiar club that boasted a lively dance floor as well as quieter, more intimate nooks enhanced by soft background music.

After a few dances and another round of drinks, we found ourselves relaxing in a snug corner where we chatted. I congratulated Mikki on her new-found freedom, and she truly seemed happy. Later on, as Mikki and I returned to dancing, a few lads joined in—not seriously, just for fun—and we responded with playful cheek kisses before heading back to our table.

Meanwhile, James and Bob had gone to the bar to grab some more drinks. When they returned, they carried four glasses and a bottle of bubbly. Mikki playfully remarked that it was a clever plan to “calibrate,” unaware of the secret scheme unfolding. With his back turned, James discreetly refilled our glasses—and I noticed him slip a ring into one of them. We all raised our glasses in a toast, and I made sure that Mikki’s glass was the right one. After taking a sip, she thanked everyone for coming and for supporting her.

It wasn’t until her second sip that she realized something was off. Curiously, she slipped her finger into her glass to investigate, puzzled by the ring. Then, James suddenly knelt down and proposed. Overwhelmed with emotion, she helped him up, chanting an enthusiastic “yes, yes, yes” as they kissed, while nearby couples smiled and clapped. I handed her a handkerchief so she could dry the ring before James slipped it onto her finger.

Her smile radiated pure joy, illuminated by happy tears. I led her to the restroom, where she proudly showed off her newly ringed hand to the other ladies. After a quick visit to the toilet, we splashed our faces and touched up our makeup—I even couldn’t hold back a few tears.

Rejoining the guys, we finished off the bubbly and enjoyed several more dances before catching the midnight ferry back to Gosport. We hopped into the taxi, once home in the lounge we stripped down completely and began swapping partners—the guys taking turns fucking both of us while we returned the favor with blowjobs.

I remarked that since it was Mikki’s celebration, she deserved a threesome. On the settee, with her on hands and knees, she took James’s cock in her mouth as Bob fucked her from behind, while I lovingly stroked her breasts and rubbed her clit. She looked absolutely beautiful—a moment I wished we could have captured on camera. After her initial climax, the roles reversed: she then went on to suck Bob’s cock while James fucked her hard from behind.

As the guys built up their rhythm, Bob warned her that he was about to come. With a moan and a few powerful thrusts, he climaxed, releasing into her mouth, which she quickly swallowed, determined not to waste a drop. Moments later, James came inside her, filling her pussy with his cum. She reclined on the settee as I moved closer to kiss her and caress her breasts.

Later that night, we all migrated to my bedroom. Lying on our backs and holding hands, Mikki was fucked by Bobbie while I ended up with James. I came—twice, with the second surge as James filled me with his cum—and somehow, we all managed to sleep together in the same bed.

After breakfast the next morning, the guys went for a walk while I chatted with Mikki in the garden. When I asked if she had enjoyed the night before, she replied that it was fantastic. Although it wasn’t the typical way to celebrate an engagement, for her it was perfect—having two guys and me making love to her and then falling asleep spooning her girlfriend, with one load in her stomach and two in her pussy. That was the first time she referred to me in that way, and I liked it.

When the guys got back, we headed off to the club. Mikki was so thrilled that she proudly displayed her engagement ring to everyone she knew—even showing it to a few strangers, including one of the strippers stationed at the bar between acts. I joined her, and the three of us hit it off immediately. Unlike many strippers, she genuinely enjoyed her work, despite only performing at exclusive clubs rather than tacky bars. She was especially intrigued by our unconventional living arrangements, particularly now that Mikki was newly engaged.

We left her to perform a full striptease. As she danced, she kept glancing our way. Later on, Mikki and I went to pick up Oliver. Over a glass of wine with Sandra, Mikki proudly displayed her ring to her mother. Sandra joked that she had expected Mikki to have taken it off now that she was officially divorced, urging her to take a closer look saying “you me…” to which Mikki nodded, adding that he had proposed the previous night while we were all out together. Overjoyed, her mother showered her with kisses and hugs.

Afterward, Mikki and I embarked on our next escapade: flashing a stranger in public. Mikki suggested we head to one of the large department stores, agreeing that it would offer more opportunities. I proposed that we wear short skirts paired with loose tops, bras, and even our butt plugs without panties—though Mikki questioned the idea. I reminded her that the whole point was simply to flash ourselves.

We planned the challenge for the following Saturday so that James could take care of Oliver. We caught the bus into town and had a couple of drinks to steady our nerves, recalling that although we’d previously flashed the bin men in our back garden, this venture promised to be entirely different.

Inside the store, I spotted an escalator that fit our plan perfectly. Making sure there were no children in sight, we positioned ourselves so that any passersby would have a clear view from underneath our skirts. We repeated the maneuver twice without any trouble—in those days, surveillance cameras weren’t a concern. On the third attempt, we noticed a group of men following us. I asked Mikki to give a signal when they were watching; once she did, I turned around and lifted my skirt, and Mikki followed suit. Then, as we lowered our skirts again, we still ensured they had a good view. I instructed Mikki to pretend to tie her shoelaces while I spread my legs and bent over, confident that they could see our pussies and butt plugs clearly. At the top of the escalator, we stood on opposite sides as the men passed by, smiling at them, and one remarked, “Fantastic views in this store.”

Soon after, when another group of men approached, we double-checked that no children were nearby. We then lifted our tops and bras, exposing our breasts amid a chorus of whistles and exclamations from the onlookers. For our final act, we encountered two older gentlemen, likely in their sixties, chatting on a bench. As we walked past them, both of us flashed our breasts, and as we continued on, they waved and thanked us. I told Mikki that we had genuinely brightened their day.

The entire experience left us both incredibly aroused. When we returned home, we checked that challenge off our list and recounted our exploits to the guys, who both wished they had been there.

That evening, once Oliver was asleep and with James watching closely, I slipped my panties down and bent over Bobbie’s knee. He delivered twelve firm spanks to each cheek before massaging cream into the reddened skin. At that moment, Mikki pulled her panties down and bent over James’s lap for the first time. A couple of times she requested a harder spank—though I got the sense she might have regretted it the second time, after he applied cream to her sore bottom. Later, we all undressed; I rode Bobbie while Mikki enjoyed James until we were completely satisfied. Afterward, we each retired to our respective rooms for the night.

On Sunday, while the guys went out to the club, Mikki and I prepared a roast and later sat in the garden with Oliver. Once he had fallen asleep, we went back indoors. Pulling out our challenge list, the dice landed on challenge number nineteen—fucking upstairs on a bus. Our challenges just kept growing wilder.

Throughout that week, Mikki and I combed through the bus schedules, hunting for a route served by a double-decker with extended gaps between stops. Finally, we identified one—a fifteen‐minute walk from our house led us to a stop right outside a pub, where after two brief stops, four lengthier intervals would follow before arriving in a busy, well-packed area. It was precisely what we had in mind.

Friday and Saturday were very busy, Sunday was a reduced service, and Monday afternoon turned out to be perfect. I had the day off, and the other three could all take a holiday. The more we planned, the more excited we became; Mikki and I would lie in bed playing with each other.

We made sure to inform Bobbie and James well ahead of time since they were a key part of our arrangements—and they welcomed the challenge with enthusiasm. They also thoroughly enjoyed taking advantage of any opportunity to have sex with us whenever it came up. Mikki and I had agreed that any sexual challenge, including oral encounters, would only count if the guys came inside us—unless the challenge ended up with cum on our bodies.

Two weeks later, on a Monday around lunchtime, we dropped Oliver off at Sandra’s for a few hours and walked to the bus stop; the buses ran every hour. When we boarded and paid, only a few people were on board. Luckily, the upper deck was completely empty, so we settled together at the back on a long bench.

Wearing short skirts and tops, Mikki and I knew we could quickly lower our panties and lift our tops for a brief fuck before quickly tidying ourselves up. Over the next two stops, a few passengers got on and off, but nobody venture upstairs. Then came the first of the long intervals. In those days, there was no CCTV—only a mirror at the front for the driver’s view, over which I casually draped my jacket. Mikki and I slipped off our panties, handing them over to the boys, who tucked them into their pockets.

After unzipping their trousers and pulling out their cocks, we gave them a quick suck. On the back seat, we tried a few different positions without much success, so we shifted to the next two rows, leaning against the seats in a half-standing posture. Bent over, Bobbie positioned himself behind me while I could see Mikki and James engaging similarly in the row beside us. Bobbie then lifted my top so he could squeeze my breasts, all while I gazed through the window at the passing crowd.

The sheer audacity and risk thrilled me, and I soon felt myself building up, knowing it wouldn’t be long before I climaxed. Abruptly, the bell rang as someone pressed the button for the next stop. We quickly pulled our skirts back into place, adjusted our bras and tops—purposefully leaving the panties aside—and sat down like two inconspicuous couples. Two passengers disembarked and one boarded on the lower deck.

Slightly raising our skirts and lifting our tops to reveal our breasts, we resumed our positions. I signaled for the guys to switch roles; James nudged into me as I watched Bobbie with Mikki. With raw, animalistic intensity, James thrust into me, roughly caressing my breasts while I rubbed my clit, determined not to miss out this time. Just before the next stop, I reached climax as James steadied me. Luck held us in favor when the bus skipped the following stop, allowing our encounter to continue uninterrupted.

James then began thrusting into me with the intensity I craved, massaging my sensitive nipples as I kept stimulating myself. As we neared a densely built-up area, James gripped my backside and plunged deeply inside, emptying himself and filling me with his cum, sending me into another climax. At that very moment, I could hear Mikki whisper that she was nearing her own, urging Bobbie to finish the challenge.

We hurriedly dressed once we reached our stop, pulling on our panties to catch the cum and quickly making our way to the stairs. I even managed to laugh and thank the driver as we received a few puzzled looks from other passengers.

With forty minutes to spare before the return bus, we decided to head to the nearby pub, laughing all the way. Mikki and I freshened up in the bathroom before settling down with a drink. On the journey back, the upper deck was a bit busier, so there was no chance for a repeat performance. We sat together, whispering about how the thrill had made everything even more exciting. Mikki admitted she only climaxed once, albeit very intensely, and she noted that Bobbie seemed to have an even more forceful climax. We both agreed that adding the bus adventure to our list had been a good decision, though we knew even tougher challenges awaited us.

Back home, we stopped by the pub—one we knew and loved—and even stayed for a meal and a few extra drinks. Later, we visited Sandra’s to pick up Oliver. Once he had been fed and tucked into bed, we relaxed in the lounge. Bobbie complimented our adventurous spirit, calling it daring and mischievous, and then gave a subtle hint about what was coming next. In response, Mikki and I lowered our panties.

This time, things took a slightly different turn. The two men sat together on the settee and positioned us over its arms so that our bottom halves rested on their laps, our bodies close enough that our heads touched. They synchronized their spanking—each smack on me was mirrored by a cry from Mikki, and vice versa, lending a new dynamic to the experience.

Afterwards, once our sore bottoms had been soothed with cream, I led Bobbie to the bedroom and made love to him while I could hear Mikki and James engaging in a similar encounter just next door.

On Thursday, when Mikki returned home with Oliver happily playing in his playpen, we retrieved our list and dice. We crossed off “having sex upstairs on a bus” as item nineteen and rolled the dice, which landed on fourteen: “giving a stranger a blowjob in a club.” We exchanged glances, and Mikki suggested that we discuss it with the guys. I proposed that on Friday, when Sandra would be watching Oliver, we could prepare their favorite meal, enjoy some drinks and sex, and then have the conversation.

Seated in our living room, Mikki and I undressed ourselves—and soon after, the men did as well. We offered them sloppy deep-throats—something I had previously shown Mikki—and then slowly rode our partners.

While sitting naked with a glass of wine, I brought up that Mikki and I had been discussing our list, noting that some activities, like flashing, double penetration, and our bus adventure, had involved the four of us. Other items on the list would require different dynamics.

James asked for details about the remaining challenges, and Mikki explained that they sometimes meant including other people—sexual encounters or intimate experiences with outsiders. I asked Bobbie for his thoughts, and he mentioned that he enjoyed watching me with James and Tom. He even admitted he’d be open to the idea of me with someone else, as long as everyone stayed safe and no one got hurt.

Mikki then turned to James, who agreed wholeheartedly, saying he trusted both of us. He thought it would be exhilarating to watch his fiancée with another partner, and Mikki smiled as she mentioned that the next challenge involved giving a stranger a blowjob in a club—she even expressed interest in watching her fiancé with someone other than Carol.

Mikki suggested that if anyone felt uneasy about anything, we should simply talk it through. I added that while keeping the challenges a secret had been part of the thrill, it was time to have open discussions and agreements before each challenge.

Two weeks later, on a Saturday night, Mikki and I donned seductive attire and sat together while our partners stayed a little further away, keeping a watchful eye over us. We were invited to dance several times; although neither of us was particularly drawn to any other men, we danced on our own and courteously declined a few advances.

Then, two well-dressed men in their mid-twenties approached and asked us to dance. We enjoyed a few dances, and when a slow song began, we drifted closer and embraced. As the melody continued, I felt my partner drawing even nearer. By the end of the song, I noticed the beginnings of a noticeable bulge against my body. During the next slow dance, I felt his hand slide to my breast for a gentle squeeze while his other hand caressed my rear.

By the end of that dance, he appeared fully aroused, pressing firmly against me. When an upbeat song began, I suggested we grab a drink. They insisted on buying our drinks, and as we sipped, my partner started to introduce himself. I quickly interjected, saying, “Why don’t we just enjoy ourselves as strangers?” As I placed my hand on his bulge, I caught Mikki’s approving smile and nod.

After our second drink, I leaned in to whisper that I wanted to properly thank him for the drink. When he asked what I meant, I confessed that I intended to give him a blowjob. He mentioned he didn’t live far away, but I apologized, explaining that it had to happen right then because we were about to head out.

He spoke to his friend, who broke into a smile. I took Mikki’s hand and said, “Let’s go.” They accompanied us to the restroom area we had scoped out. Past the toilets, a corridor led to a locked room, and to the right was a space where tables and chairs were stored. Glancing back to see Bobbie and James watching, I felt secure enough to remove my top and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

I fetched two cushions and knelt before my partner, while Mikki did the same for hers. I unfastened his belt and zipper, sliding his trousers and underwear down to his feet. As I gently stroked his cock by hand while locking eyes with him, I took his engorged head into my mouth, sucking deeply. He leaned back against a wall as I guided his hands onto my breasts.

He tasted wonderful as pre-cum began to form. I continued pleasuring him with my mouth until the moment became unforgettable. Alternating with one hand caressing his balls, I kept working him, even as my own excitement mounted. I paused briefly to ask if he was enjoying himself, and he urged me not to stop.

At one point, I almost succumbed to the temptation to tell him to fuck me, but that wasn’t part of the challenge. Instead, I gently pulled Mikki away from her entranced partner, and we kissed passionately—licking and sucking each other’s breasts in a mutual exchange of desire.

Her partner then inquired if we were together. Mikki confirmed, adding that occasionally we both enjoyed a hard cock to suck—and that tonight, luck was indeed on our side. We returned to our respective men, and soon enough, each reached their climax. Mikki’s partner went first, moaning in pleasure, followed shortly by mine as his cum filled my mouth. I pulled away to show him his release, swallowed every drop, and licked him clean.

As the men began dressing by pulling their trousers back up, Mikki and I shared one final kiss before redressing—sliding our bras and tops back on. We then went to the restroom to say our goodbyes; my partner thanked me, declaring it the best blowjob he’d ever had, while his friend expressed the same to Mikki. I thanked them for the drinks, noted we were even, and bid them goodnight.

After tidying up in the bathroom, we rejoined our regular partners and headed straight home.

Once in the lounge, Mikki and I didn’t need any prompting. We stood, pulled down our panties, and lifted our skirts before bending over our men’s laps. Bobbie instructed me to get up and head to the bedroom, where he retrieved the “naughty Carol” paddle. Once I was back over his lap, I knew I was in for it. While James delivered hand-spanks to Mikki, Bobbie gave me twelve firm strikes—on each cheek using the paddle. It had been over a year since I’d been paddled, and the sensation was delightful.

Mikki then asked if Bobbie could try the paddle on her—just one smack on each cheek to see if she liked it. She went over his lap, and he spanked each cheek while James observed. I could tell he went relatively easy on her, as she cried out twice. She thanked him, then passed the paddle to James, asking him to try one smack on each cheek as well. James got a feel for it by slapping the paddle a few times against his hand. When Mikki was over his lap, he delivered two solid smacks, even harder than Bobbie’s; she jumped up rubbing her rear, and when I asked if she was alright, she reminded me of my promise to take her shopping for her own paddle the following week.

Later that evening, we retired and made love to our wonderful men in separate rooms. On Sunday, while the guys were at a club, Mikki proudly showed me her red bum—it looked marvelous. We then checked off item fourteen from our list and rolled the dice, which landed on number ten—a result that made us exclaim, “Oh dear.”

We had crafted the list and completed four tasks, with twenty still ahead of us. Our plan was simple: choose a challenge, discuss and plan how best to achieve it, execute the challenge, and then receive twelve paddle spanks on each cheek as our punishment.

Since I had only given the other guy a blowjob, my “cock and pussy count” remained at five and one, respectively.

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Stay tuned for the next few stories where Mikki and I take on more challenges from the list!