Late afternoon, Megan, forty-five-year-old president of the city club, returned from her comfortable hotel to the country tennis club’s extensive complex to watch some of the last match of the day, and then to party.

Her favourite cock-magnet yellow dress had been ruined during Friday night’s furious sex with rural club president Geoff, and his randy wife Tess. Never mind; her low black cocktail dress revealed enough of her ample mature tits to make her intentions clear.

Strolling through the club’s lush green gardens towards the courts, it was soon evident to Megan that the party action was already underway. Sprawled on a pond-side bench, a young topless woman, nipples protruding and erect, was tugging enthusiastically on a tall, young country player’s huge, exposed, erect cock.

“Hi Auntie,” shouted the woman.

“Oh fuck, I should have realised,” Megan murmured to herself.

The expert handjob was being administered by Gail, Megan’s horny young niece, who dabbled in tennis, while majoring in sucking and shagging.

“Just warming up with a bit of a pull before a big night’s fucking,” Gail explained, perhaps a little unnecessarily. “Young farmer Zac here has a big serve as well, you know.”

Delighted at the city-slut’s pun appreciating his substantial penile endowment, Zac became excited. His cock started to dribble.

Megan decided to linger for a moment. This proved well worthwhile, as, in response to Gail’s intensified tugging, big Zac suddenly exploded, with an impressive series of spasming spurts.

Unfortunately most of Zac’s huge load splattered all over Gail’s lovely pale blue skirt, creating a potential significant problem for the imminent party.

In response to Megan’s concerned look, Gail smirked and said, “Don’t worry Auntie. This happens all the time. I always make sure that I carry a spare skirt in my shoulder bag, along with my strap-on, and a couple of dildos.”

Megan chuckled, and moved off to watch some tennis. She was careful to make a mental note of Zac’s name, just in case she felt like a spot of cougaring later in the weekend. Zac’s equipment was certainly of most adequate dimensions for that activity.

Megan reached the main court in time to watch the last ten minutes of the First Grade men’s singles final. Most of the weekend’s tennis was of a laid-back, social nature, but this match was much more intense. There were long rallies, curses at errant shots, and multiple disputed line-calls.

Megan had taken a seat next to Wendy, a nerdy-looking but actually exceptionally over-sexed young librarian from her city club.

“Why are they going so hard, Megan?” asked Wendy. “It’s not fucking Wimbledon, after all.”

”No,” replied Megan. “But the stakes are quite high; victory is extremely worthwhile.”

Megan went on to detail why the two thirtyish finalists, muscular Rowan, a city merchant-banker, and rangy Dale, lecturer in agriculture at the provincial university, were going hell-for-leather on the court.

“For some years now, it has been traditional for the winners of the women’s First Grade doubles to take the winner of the men’s singles to a fancy hotel suite, paid for by the tournament’s sponsors, for an extensive, horny, all-night working over,” Megan explained.

“Rowan or Dale are going to really hit the jackpot tonight. The women’s doubles was won by Lucia and Chiara, two lovely Italian nurses in their early thirties. They are fucking their way around Australia, under the guise of a working holiday.

“Lucia is from Naples, and Chiara from Milan. They know each other from having played tennis at a fairly serious level around Italy in their early twenties. They work at a major city hospital. Lucia is a nurse. Chiara is a lab technician.

“My buddies who work at the hospital tell me that the duo have taken the male medical staff by storm, sucking and fucking across the doctor hierarchy. Oral, anal, threesomes, foursomes, they do it all.

“They joined our tennis club, and giggled with evil delight when they learned of the chance to be the prize for the men’s singles at the country weekend. They immediately commenced frequent, serious practice.”

The two Italian girls sat courtside to watch the conclusion of the men’s match. Lucia’s top was inappropriately low. Her tits were clearly very sizeable and would be a wonderful treat for the singles winner.

However, her horny smaller-breasted compatriot Chiara really took the cake for offering the guys an incentive to play well. She found a way to have her short tennis skirt ride up, so that from the right angle, it could be seen that she was blatantly commando. Chiara’s thick, black bush glistened, soaked with her profuse Milanese juices.

The prospect of accessing the source of that alluring Italian cunt juice made Rowan and Dale produce retrievals and concoct drop shots at a level way beyond their usual capacity.

The spectators remained glued to their seats. Dozens of pairs of male eyes remained glued to the top of Chiara’s thighs.

It became apparent that finally Rowan’s capacity for all-court coverage would win out over Dale’s powerful serve-and-volley game. He won the final set eight-six.

As he and Dale shook hands at the net, Wendy turned to Megan and said, “The big, blonde rural Adonis looks so disconsolate, doesn’t he. And just look at his magnificent bulge! I do feel that it’s my duty to console him this evening. I just can’t wait to get at his huge cock.”

“Great idea,” replied Megan. “But a word of advice. After such extreme exertion, a player is likely to climax way too quickly with a new partner. It’s best to give him a tit-fuck first, to slow him down for the main event. That way, for seconds you’ll get a beautiful slow, languid screw.

“That was how I managed things last year on my European holiday, when I fucked that gorgeous Spaniard, straight after he won the Toulouse Open. What a magnificent giant cock he had! He knew just how to employ it, in my mouth, my cunt, and my ass.”

“Wow!” replied Wendy, clearly impressed. “Did you get to fuck the runner-up, as well?”

“Well no,” answered Megan. “But I did screw three of the losing quarter-finalists. It was certainly interesting having them all in the bedroom at the same time. First a spit-roast with the Swede and the Croatian, and then a DP with the Brit and the Swede. Toulouse has become one of my favourite cities.”

“You randy old slut!” exclaimed Wendy, excitedly.

“Wendy dear, please don’t call me old,” grinned Megan, as she wandered off to find the party.

In the club’s large function room, a terrific rock band was working through a series of fantastic old favourites. Megan ordered a G and T at the bar, relishing the way the awkward young rural barman stared at her superb cleavage.

Then Tess, horny wife of the country club’s president, arrived. She was wearing a short red dress. The neckline plunged in a vee, exposing an indecent portion of her beautiful smallish tits, which Megan knew would be very ready for some action. Megan had extensively enjoyed Tess’s glorious distended nipples during her Friday evening threesome with Tess and her husband.

“Hi Megan,” cried Tess. “Geoff sends his apologies. He has been called away to an emergency at one of our properties up the coast. He won’t be back until late tomorrow. That’s OK. I’ll make the most of a chance to play.

“Can you organise something with plenty of length for me?” Tess continued. “As you discovered last night, my husband really knows how to use his lovely thick cock, but he’s only average length. Those young twins that I had before our threesome were fantastically athletic fucks, but they weren’t especially long either. Just every now and again I just crave a session with someone who has eight or nine inches. I need to be reminded of my huge basketballer college boyfriend.”

Megan gave a raunchy chuckle, and said, “Well, you promiscuous rural slut, I do have in mind a couple of reputedly very well-hung city tennis studs for us to share. But they are not here yet. Grab a drink, and we’ll take a wander and see what debauchery is going on so far.”

Tess and Megan strolled outside to the pool area. A crowd of players from both clubs, mainly in their early twenties, had gathered in a shadowy corner. Many of the young women were topless. Several raucous beer-swilling country guys were repeatedly chanting “Go Walshy, Go Walshy.”

In rhythm with their chanting, Don Walsh, an exceptionally well-endowed local carpenter, was ramming his massive dick into twenty-five-year-old Carol, manager of one of Megan’s boutiques, and a notorious nymphomaniac around the city club. Carol was bent forward over a padded chair as Don thrust into her dripping cunt from the rear.

A couple of other local studs were standing by, ready for their turn. The drill was: Strip to just a tee-shirt; get a topless city chick to help keep your cock rigid; and have Carol give you a little suck now and then while she was being banged from the rear.

Carol spotted her employer, and bellowed: “Hi, Megan. These rural cocks are just great... Not, by the look of that slutty dress, that you would be planning to partake,” she chortled.

“Oh, only three cocks tonight? Next week’s performance review at work isn’t looking good,” replied Megan genially, casually rubbing the nearest young guy’s rigid cock through his jeans, as she and Tess moved along.

“Go Megan, Go Megan,” chanted the boozy crew, some thrusting their pelvises lewdly, much to the president’s delight.

Tess and Megan went back into the main building. They noticed that the door to the wealthy club’s rather sumptuous offices was ajar, and naughty noises were to be heard beyond the door.

Opening the door a little further, the women were able to see that insatiable Janice, a slim, quirky woman who worked at Tess’s farm, was lying naked on her back on the office desk, legs wide apart, knees bent up. Megan’s doubles partner Hamish, recipient of a fast-and-furious shower handjob from Megan that morning, was standing at the edge of the desk, ramming his magnificent huge, erect cock into Janice’s welcoming wetness.

Janice moaned crudely with each of Hamish’s vigorous thrusts. As he pummelled away, the Scotsman deftly pulled and squeezed Janice’s engorged protruding nipples.

“Speaking from experience, his nipple technique is elite,” Megan whispered to Tess, as they quietly watched the horny action.

Also watching on was Megan’s randy niece Gail, lying naked on a couch, clearly waiting her turn. Legs apart, Gail gently masturbated, craftily manipulating her prominent, engorged clitoris.

As they moved along the corridor, Tess murmured “Megan, your horny little niece certainly has an impressively huge clit.”

“Yes,” replied Megan. “It’s a consequence of the excessive use to which it is subjected, especially when Janice comes to town. She and Gail manage some monumental fuckathons around various inner city pubs.”

“Now and again Gail’s aging aunt even gets to tag along, and relish some huge youthful cock,” Megan added.

Tess grinned as she shook her head and gave her city friend’s crotch a brief, affectionate rub. “You really are an insatiable, horny old wench, aren’t you, Madam President,” she said, as they came to another slightly ajar door.

This was a sitting room, with a few comfortable armchairs and couches. Lying on her side on one of the sofas was the ostensibly conservative city librarian Wendy, wearing just a pair of spectacles, large tits hanging beautifully, nipples provocatively very erect.

It was consolation time for Dale, the singles runner-up. He had a look of dreamy ecstasy on his face as he slid his massive erect dick, lubricated by his plentiful precum, back and forth between Wendy’s superb tits.

“Naive bitch!” whispered Tess. “Such a superb, huge cock. Why not take it into her cunt immediately, rather than have him piss about on her tits?”

Megan explained that she had dutifully advised the librarian that the benefit of an initial titjob was a languid, prolonged screw for seconds.

“Well fuck that,” said Tess, as she and Megan moved away, heading back to the bar. “Geoff is away for a week quite soon. I understand that Dale has great academic agricultural expertise. I’ll have him out to the farm to provide some, er, advice. And I assure you, his stupendous cock won’t be detouring via my tits. I’ll want it straight into my cunt.”

“And you call me a slut,” chortled Megan. “Come on. Let’s go and see if donkey-dick Dylan and stallion Silvio have their cocks primed for a workout.”

Dylan and Silvio were indeed propped at the bar, sipping highest quality Pinot Noir to celebrate their Third Grade doubles win. Megan had briefly met each of them previously, and after greeting and congratulating them, introduced Tess.

The guys were both in their late thirties - a few years younger than Megan and Tess. Both were easy on the eye. Dylan was tall, and had a fine head of wavy dark hair. Swarthy Silvio was of Italian .heritage, and also dark. His hair was receding, and he chose to keep it close-cropped.

Although the duo were in light-hearted celebratory mode, they came up with plenty of intelligent and interesting conversation, as they ogled the two women’s inviting cleavages.

Silvio owned an antique shop, and frequently went to southern Europe, especially Italy, of course, to search for stock for his business. Megan loved European travel too. She found Silvio’s accounts of various non-mainstream Italian regions fascinating. He advised Megan to be sure to try the Puglia region next time she went overseas.

“They do a superb red wine from a grape called Primitivo,” said Silvio. “I don’t know why it has come to mind as I chat to you, Madame. Perhaps because it is magnificently full-bodied,” he added, staring unambiguously at Megan’s tits.

Megan produced a hint of a blush, but then responded by asking Silvio, “Talking of Italy, have you managed to fuck either of those gorgeous Italian doubles sluts, Lucia or Chiara since they have joined our club?”

“Not yet,” Silvio replied, matter-of-factly.

Dylan was a freelance science journalist. His work also involved much travel. He was soon to publish a book which was essentially a series of interviews with prominent female scientists regarding their current projects.

The interviews had taken him to Scandinavia, Germany, Portugal, Japan, and California. “Whatever the nationality, these female scientists were intense about their subject. If I bought them a thank-you drink at a bar after the interview, the conversation would always get back to their scientific work.”

Eyeing Dylan’s prominent bulge for a little too long, Tess said “Dylan darling, if you wore chinos as tight as these during the interviews, and employed your huge brown eyes as you are at present, your discussions would often doubtless have continued beyond a drink at the bar. How many of these intense female scientists did you bed?”

Dylan shrugged, and said modestly, “Oh, just two or three. You know how it is. You can’t ignore people’s needs after they have been so generous with their interview time.”

Megan chuckled and said, “How noble of you to take one for the team now and then, Dylan! Now cut the crap and tell us, who was the randiest of these scientific bitches?”

“Well actually,” replied Dylan, “The ostensibly nerdy Finnish botanist Katrina had the most responsive, rigid nipples I have ever experienced. She and her equally nerdy flatmate Helmi, a quantum physics professor, took turns at scientifically testing the recurrent erectile capacity of an enthusiastic Australian science journalist. What a horny night!”

Megan eased Tess to one side, and whispered, “The way these gorgeous filthy animals banter is making my cunt unacceptably wet. We need to get them back to my hotel. Which one do you prefer?”

“Oh, I think I’ll start with Dylan,” Tess blandly replied.

“Start with!” muttered Megan. “Love your strategy!”

“This band is great,” announced Megan. “But they are becoming too fucking loud for this old girl. Grab a couple of bottles of that wonderful Pinot, guys, and we’ll polish them off back at my suite.

As they made for the exit, Silvio spotted a friend across the room. “I just need to say hi to an old buddy,” Silvio said. “You three go ahead, and I’ll join you in ten minutes.”

Megan, Tess and Rowan bustled into the hotel foyer, just as Lucia, Chiara and Rowan were entering the lift to go up to the prize-suite.

They all looked somewhat bedraggled. Clearly they had frolicked vigorously over drinks in the bar, prior to going upstairs. Hopefully that had occurred in one of the private booths, given what was on display.

Lucia’s top had been ripped open, and her humongous tits were completely exposed, peppered with fresh bite-marks, nipples provocatively protruberant..

Chiara’s juices, somewhat apparent back at the courts, were now clearly evident in dry, sticky form, well down her inner thighs.

The shape of Rowan’s rigid cock was clearly delineated through his thin, pale blue trousers, which were heavily stained with precum.

“That Rowan’s a lucky lad,” said Megan. “All that training, those laps, those sprints, the lessons with the pro, have really proved worthwhile.”

“But is he capable of satisfying those horny, experienced, Italian sluts?” asked Tess.

“Oh, yes, he’ll be fine,” smirked Megan.

Tess raised an eyebrow and asked, “How do you know? Have you tried him?”

“Well, er, last year one weekend when my husband Dan was away screwing some golf slags, I did ask young Rowan around for a drink after Saturday tennis. He wound up staying the night. We had several superb fucks. His cock is not huge, but his athleticism means that he can go all night, with excellent recovery time for becoming hard again after climaxing. As a bonus, his tongue and lips really know what to do with an engorged clit.”

“You really are a shocker, Madame President!” exclaimed Tess. “Are there any eligible cocks around your club that you haven’t tried?”

“Oh, probably one or two,” replied Megan. “But we shall address that issue very soon, won’t we darling?” She grinned to Dylan, rubbing his erect cock through his trousers.

Silvio arrived at the hotel ten minutes after the other three. He burst into the suite to find the action well and truly underway.

Megan, Tess and Dylan were all naked on a sumptuous couch. Dylan’s gigantic, rigid cock was in Megan’s mouth. She was manipulating his massive balls with her right hand. Her left index finger was pushed well into Dylan’s anus, and was craftily moving to and fro.

Tess was sitting upright on Dylan’s left, moaning ecstatically as Dylan squeezed and pulled her provocative, erect nipples, protruding like popsicles from her beautiful smallish, pert tits.

“Madame President is a fast worker, Silvio,” said Dylan. “She is so eager and hungry for some cock. That’s the quickest anyone has managed to get my dick into their mouth since the bridesmaid at your brother’s wedding last year.”

“Ouch!” Dylan winced, and grinned as Megan deliberately pushed her probing finger a little too firmly and a little too deep into his ass, in response to his jibe.

“I can’t be held responsible for my cousin’s rampant Sicilian libido,” replied Silvio. “The best man and the groomsman certainly had no complaints about her appetite when she provided them with a lusty spitroast.”

Megan came up for air, and cried out to Silvio, “Oh come on gorgeous. Cut the crap and give us a look at your lovely Roman candle. The women at the club tell me it’s massive, though I can’t imagine it quite matching this lovely specimen”, she said, lightly stroking Dylan’s frenulum with skilled touch, eliciting a substantial dribble of precum.

Silvio enthusiastically disrobed, but deliberately paused when he was down to just his jocks. His huge tubular shape was just contained within his navy blue briefs, shaft and head clearly outlined. The vision as he stood casually pouring a wine had both of the cock-loving older women salivating with anticipation.

“Get the fucking things off!” demanded Tess, as she strode across the room to Silvio.

She stood behind Silvio, and reached around to feel him through his jocks. “Oh my!” she murmured, relishing his hardness and thickness. Her touch caused a sudden damp patch to materialise on his garment.

Tess hooked her thumbs just inside his briefs, and eased them down. Sylvio’s mega cock sprang free. Megan gasped.

Silvio had Dylan covered for length; they were both a magnificent eight inches plus.

But Silvio was exceedingly thick, significantly thicker than anything either of the promiscuous mature women had ever experienced.

Tess groaned, and pushed Silvio back onto a kitchen chair. The vision of his thick, engorged pole pointing vertically from his dense patch of jet-black pubic hair was so magnificently lewd.

“I just have to sit on that. Right now!” stammered Tess, highly aroused but slightly apprehensive.

She straddled the ruggedly handsome antique dealer face-on, and cautiously lowered herself onto his rigid, menacing weapon.

Tess gave a grunt - a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort as Silvio’s massive cock-head penetrated her moist introitus. Then, she just joyously bounced up and down, letting the huge cock gradually push deeper and deeper, loving the way its thickness stretched her aroused moist walls.

As Tess became more aroused, her facial expression changed from a smirk to an absolutely filthy leer.

On the couch, Megan and Dylan watched on. Megan was firmly tugging Dylan’s beautiful, veiny distended dick, amply lubricated with the president’s saliva. Dylan had three fingers inside Megan’s gushing cunt, thrusting steadily in and out.

Megan moaned lewdly as she watched the horny rural president’s wife bounce up and down on Silvio’s amazing rigid cock. Tess had been craftily varying the depth to which she allowed Silvio’s monster cock to penetrate her, but then with one particular bounce, she thrust downward deeper than any previous time.

She halted her bouncing, leaving the huge dick buried to the hilt, and just squirmed around on the embedded cock, screeching raucously as she climaxed ecstatically.

Silvio grunted and bucked, as he too orgasmed, shooting his huge load into Tess’s sumptuous cunt.

“Finish off inside me, darling,” Megan said to Dylan, rolling onto her back and spreading her thighs.

Highly aroused from watching Tess go to town on his doubles partner’s magnificent dick, Dylan rammed his engorged cock into the city president’s welcoming wetness. He pummelled powerfully and mercilessly. Megan grunted coarsely in response to each of Dylan’s harsh thrusts, and produced a tirade of expletives as she came with a final juicy gush.

The intensity of Megan’s pelvic contractions around his huge cock took Dylan over the top as well, and he ejaculated with a final series of vigorous thrusts.

The quartet wound down with some gentle affectionate kissing and stroking, Megan and Dylan on one couch, Tess and Sylvio on another.

However, Tess couldn’t keep her hands away from Silvio’s magnificent cock for long. Megan looked across, and grinned at the lovely vision of Silvio gradually hardening in response to Tess’s gentle caresses.

“Come on team, my huge bed awaits the four of us,” shouted Megan. The president stood up, and, dribbling an obscene mix of cunt-juice and semen, led the other three into the huge hotel bedroom, which featured a king sized double bed, and a sizeable single.

“I just so need a spit-roast,” sighed Megan. “I haven’t had one for at least three weeks,” she added casually, with an evil smirk.

Dylan's and Silvio’s cocks, both sticky with the respective horny women’s juices, were rapidly again hardening, stimulated by the naked, aroused, slightly older women, and the developing debauched scenario.

Megan kneeled on one side of the bed, and told Dylan to kneel opposite her. “You stand behind me, big boy,” she commanded Silvio. “I’m sure you’ll find something to keep you busy back there."

Just as she bent forward to start sucking Dylan’s dick, now rigid again, Megan caught Tess’s eye, and jerked her head towards a bedside chest of drawers.

Megan started on her skilled licking and sucking routine, driving Dylan crazy with crafty variations in pace and intensity. She gave a sudden grunt as Silvio entered from behind, relishing his wonderful thickness. Silvio also knew how to vary the pace and intensity, sometimes slowing his thrusting down to a frustrating halt.

“Don’t stop! Keep pounding, you useless bastard!” shouted Megan.

Silvio gave Megan’s right buttock a single firm slap, and resumed his pummelling, as Megan continued her sucking.

Bedside, Tess pulled out the top drawer, and discovered Megan’s huge red dildo, Nearby was a strap-on. The dildo was sticky, profusely covered with dried juices.

“You filthy, randy slut!” exclaimed Tess. “You gave yourself a workover before going to the courts this evening, didn’t you? Fucking insatiable!”

Megan blushed a little, and sucked Dylan’s cock a tad more firmly. Silvio gave Megan’s buttock a couple more quite hard slaps, making the skin redden, as he gave her oozing cunt some particularly harsh thrusts.

Tess took the monster dildo into her mouth, and licked and sucked it as though it were a rigid cock. “Mmm, still love your taste,” said Tess, recalling the horny oral workout she had given Megan during Friday night’s threesome with her husband Geoff.

Tess buckled the strap-on in place, and positioned herself behind Silvio, who was continuing his relentless pounding.

“Bend forward, darling,” said Tess to Silvio. “Have a grope of Megan’s dangling tits. You’ll need something to hold on to, while I’m ramming you with Big Red.”

Tess grinned as she briefly inserted the dildo into her sodden cunt to lubricate it. Then she attached the dildo to the strap-on, eased into Silvio’s anus, and pushed her pelvis to and fro.

Silvio grunted with pain when the dildo entered, but soon began to relish the warm, stretching sensation it provided, as Tess thrust enthusiastically. They soon coordinated, alternating each of Silvio’s thrusts into Megan with one of Tess’s into Silvio.

Megan’s juicy gushes became more profuse as Silvio worked her erect nipples over. He squeezed and pulled them with clever varying pressure. Megan expressed her arousal by sucking Dylan’s beautiful stiff cock even more furiously.

By now, each of the four was highly aroused. Highly excited by the vision of the debauched actions of the other three, Dylan was the first to climax, bellowing as he suddenly spasmed a sizeable load into Megan’s welcoming mouth.

Megan swallowed enthusiastically, and also orgasmed, screeching obscenely as her pelvic muscles repeatedly contracted around Silvio’s massive pole, stimulating Silvio to thrust maximally, and ejaculate joyously into Megan’s incomparable wetness.

Tess withdrew the red dildo from Silvio’s ravaged ass, and cried slightly plaintively, “Well come on guys, you’ve all climaxed - don’t leave me high and dry!”

Dylan chuckled as he helped Tess remove the strap-on. He dexterously slipped two fingers into her aroused pussy, and said, “Nothing dry about you, Madame!”

Dylan then pushed Tess onto the bed on her back, detached the dildo, and unceremoniously rammed it deep inside Tess’s oozing cunt. Dylan did not vary the pace. He just pounded away rapidly and deeply until the rural woman rapidly unravelled into an uninhibited climax, punctuated by an excess of bawdy, vulgar screams.

Dylan slept in the double bed with Meg, while Silvio and Tess took the single.

Each couple settled into slumber with a quiet, languid fuck, missionary for Dylan and Meg; spooning for the other two.

When Megan awoke in the morning, slightly muddle-headed, she was alone in the bed. As her head cleared, she heard some naughty-sounding giggles and chuckles, and realised what was going on as she looked across to the other bed.

Tess was lying on top of Silvio, sliding up and down on his massive, rigid dick. Dylan was standing behind Tess, with his aroused cock gently moving about in her ass.

Tess smirked as she looked across at Megan, and said, “Now of course I’m not going to have some city-slicker boasting about having prevailed by having these lads for a spit-roast. It’s important that I match your efforts with a good old country DP.”

Later, after Dylan and Silvio departed, the two women had a late breakfast in the hotel restaurant, washing their meal down with a glass of quality champagne.

“When you and Geoff come down to the city next month, we’ll have you over for a meal. You and I will be topless over dinner. My husband Dan will just love your pert tits and eraser-like nipples. Then we’ll swap cocks for the night.

“Of course, Dan and Geoff will first have an afternoon round of golf. While that is happening, you and I might pop around to Silvio’s plush apartment. He can invite Dylan around. A boisterous re-run with the lads would be just the right warm-up for our marital swap, don’t you think?”