As he packed his small case for the adventure ahead, Tom thought back to the times he and his late wife, Sandra had set off on adventures such as the one he was about to take Cathy on. This would be her first real swinging session. The group phone sex a few nights before had been the icebreaker, but it would be nothing compared to the flesh-on-flesh weekend to come.
"Ready?” Tom asked as Cathy opened the door.
“As I ever will be, still a bit nervous actually."
“That will soon pass,. You're going to like Bill and Jane, they are a lovely couple, friendly, and looking forward to meeting you, that's for sure,” Bill said as he held open the car's passenger door. “We're going to have one hell of a weekend my girl. Be interesting to see if you can still sit so comfortably on our way home.”
Cathy smiled at him, reached over, kissed him on the cheek and stroked his cock through his trousers. “And we'll see if your cock needs baby lotion to ease the soreness.”
Both laughed and Tom swung the car out of the drive and headed for the motorway. The sun was shining and all was well with the world as they drove toward their weekend tryst.
Bill spent almost the whole trip telling Cathy about times he'd had with Jane and Bill back in the day when his wife Sandra had been alive: the various combinations the four of them had tried, the fun they'd had.
Cathy, hanging on his every word, felt her pussy moisten. Although she knew they were heading for a full weekend of fucking and sucking, this time alone on the way there seemed too good to waste. Anyway, they would have time to recharge before the fun began.
“Bill, find a country lane, please,” she said, squeezing his thigh.
“Why, do you need a pee?”
“No, I want to suck you off. I want a mouthful of hot spunk, your spunk. Plus, a good finger-fucking in return. Then take me to your friends, and turn me into your weekend whore. I will take cock, learn to eat cunt, and take it up the arse as often as the three of you want.”
Bill smiled, took the next exit, and headed for the countryside. Ten minutes later, he turned up a lane and into a small wood. Cathy smiled at the handsome sexagenarian as he reclined his seat, unzipped his fly, and lifted out his hard cock.
Looking at Cathy, he smiled to see she had lifted her skirt, pulled her panties to one side, and was slowly rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering her cunt with the other.
“Bring yourself up, Tom, right to the edge, then let me finish you. Pour that spunk down my throat while I cum in your hand. Fellatio and masturbation are the order of the day. The fucking will come soon enough,” Cathy purred as she looked into his eyes.
For five wonderful minutes, the two masturbators watched each other as they drew ever closer to their orgasms. Tom found it hard to believe just how erotic he found this impromptu sex stop with a fully-clothed, attractive woman, skirt up to her waist, panties pulled to one side, masturbating and watching him wank .
“Now Cathy, going to cum,” Tom grunted as drops of pre-cum oozed from his cock.
Cathy leant over and buried her face in his lap, sliding his cock deep into her mouth. She felt a thrill as he took control of her movements. Holding her head, he fucked her mouth hard. To her it was a form of bondage, one in which she was a cum-dump, totally there to serve the throbbing cock forcing its way down her throat.
As Tom revelled in the feel of her warm, saliva-filled mouth milking his cock, he pushed two fingers into her cunt, and fucked in time with his thrusting cock.
So sexually charged were the pair of them that it was inevitable the piper would have to be paid soon. Tom found his cock was past the point of no return and pumped jet after jet of hot spunk into Cathy's welcoming mouth, faster than she could swallow.
Cathy was beside herself with lust as Tom's spunk filled her mouth, poured down her throat and dribbled from her lips. The fact she was forced to swallow just so she could breathe, added to her feeling of being used, a feeling she was coming to realise she needed and enjoyed.
“Rub yourself my cock-sucking bitch,” Tom gasped as he grabbed her hand and forced it on to her clit.
Cathy's fingers were a blur as she frantically rubbed herself. Coupled with Tom's fingers thrusting hard into her dripping cunt, and her cum-filled mouth, it all drew a mind-blowing climax, almost to the point of fainting.
So intense had been their orgasms that they sat in silence for a full five minutes before Cathy turned to Tom and gave him a long, deep, spunk-tasting kiss.