After our adventures with the kitchen fitters in "The Pizza Guy's Wife Act Two," where Mikki and I christened every room of her new home and introduced Jacky to the delights of female intimacy, we knew we'd have to face the music. We'd confessed everything to Bobbie and James—the kitchen renovation guys with all three fucking us both, the train escapades, all of it. They'd been suspiciously quiet, but the other shoe finally dropped when Bobbie ordered us to keep Saturday afternoon open. His instructions were specific: short dresses, stockings, and suspenders with lacy panties. Nothing more.
When Saturday arrived, Mikki dropped Oliver at Sandra's while we prepared ourselves according to orders. Despite the late spring chill, we squeezed into summer dresses that barely covered our matching lingerie sets. We perched nervously in the kitchen until James appeared, cryptically announcing that Bobbie was waiting in the car. The secretive atmosphere had my stomach in knots as we followed him outside.
In the golden light of a late afternoon, Bobbie led us down an unfamiliar road, the town's cobblestones fading into a quiet countryside. We ventured off the main path, and it was as if we had stepped into a storybook. A charming little village unfolded before us, with ivy-covered cottages and smoke curling from chimneys. We parked and strolled to the village square, where James emerged with steaming cups of tea, the aroma blending with the fresh country air. The peace was palpable—but it was not meant to last.
Bobbie's voice cut through the tranquility. "See anything unusual?" He asked, his eyes scanning the square. Mikki and I followed his gaze, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Then, James pointed to the center of the square. There, on a weathered wooden platform, stood two antiquated stocks, their wooden frames worn smooth by time and use. They were a stark reminder of medieval punishments, positioned at angles so the occupants could see each other's discomfort.
Bobbie's smile was enigmatic as he spoke, "You two girls had a lot of fun during the kitchen refurbishment, and on the train." Mikki and I exchanged a look of shocked disbelief, the reality of our situation dawning on us like a cold winter's morning.
James added, "You can blame Mikki for this one. She mentioned one of your challenges was being spanked in public." I turned to Mikki, her face pale as a ghost. She whispered an apology, but I shrugged it off; we were both complicit in our past adventures.
With a sense of ceremonial finality, Bobbie stood tall and said, "Right, ladies, if you're ready." We walked to the center of the square, ascending the two steps onto the platform. The stocks creaked open, and we were ushered to bend down, placing our heads and arms into the cold, unyielding wood. The stocks closed with a thud, trapping us in their ancient embrace. Though not locked, we were utterly at the mercy of our captors. I watched as James pushed Mikki's feet together, arching her back and presenting her posterior to the gathering crowd. Bobbie mirrored the action with me, and I felt the cool breeze on my exposed skin.
A few curious villagers had gathered, their whispers carrying through the air like the rustling of leaves. Among them were our new friends, Jacky and Martin, their eyes wide with a mix of surprise and amusement. I had expected a few playful slaps, but Bobbie's announcement sent a shiver down my spine. "These two have misbehaved and are here today to be publicly punished. They are both to receive twelve hard spanks." My heart pounded as James lifted Mikki's dress, revealing her panties, which he then slowly pushed down her thighs. I knew the same fate awaited me, and the humiliation burned hot in my cheeks.
Bobbie addressed the small audience, now numbering around twenty. "Please count for us." The first blow landed on Mikki, and I felt my own buttock explode with pain. The spanking was synchronized, each strike echoing through the square. The restriction of the stocks kept me from seeing my own punishment, but I could see Mikki's, knowing mine was just as severe. The crowd counted each spank, their voices a chorus to our discomfort. Despite the pain, a familiar warmth spread between my legs, my body betraying me with arousal. The eleventh and twelfth spanks were brutal, leaving a fiery sting that lingered. Looking at Mikki exposed, I realised that anybody standing behind us could not only see our reddening bottoms. They would also have a clear view of our pussies. That thought sent a quiver through my body, and a wetness between my legs.
I thought our ordeal was over, but James had other plans. He addressed the crowd, thanking them for their dutiful counting. "Our naughty girls require further punishment," he declared, producing Mikki's paddle from his bag. I knew Bobbie held mine.
"Please count twelve more," Bobbie requested, the paddle slicing through the air with a menacing swish. The crowd obeyed, their voices rising with each strike. By the eighth spank, I couldn't hold back any longer. An orgasm tore through me, leaving me shaking and grateful for the stocks holding me up.
When the crowd shouted "twelve," our panties were pulled up and dresses straightened. The stocks were lifted, and Mikki and I stepped forward, holding hands. We bowed twice, like actors in a Shakespearean play, to the applause of the crowd. People began to disperse, but Jacky rushed over, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That was so hot," she gushed, as the guys fetched pints of cider and sat with her and Martin. Mikki and I were too sore to sit, our bodies still tingling from the experience.
A few more people approached us, thanking us for the spectacle. Two women in their thirties asked if they could join us, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. The guys left to run an errand, leaving us to share our story. We talked about our living arrangement, the list of challenges, and the escapades that led us to the village square. The women were enthralled, their laughter filling the air as they vowed to add some spice to their own lives. They thanked us, wished us luck, and bid us farewell.
Jacky was beside herself, thrilled that Bobbie had invited them. "I'm so turned on," she confessed, her voice low and husky. "I might give it a go myself." We said our goodbyes to Jacky and Martin, promising to meet again soon. As we left the square, the sun dipping below the horizon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. Our adventure had been painful, humiliating, and utterly exhilarating—a memory etched into our minds as indelibly as the marks on our skin.
In the sanctuary of our home, Mikki and I first indulged in a steaming bath, the warm water swirling around us like a comforting embrace. We then gently applied cooling cream to each other's reddened skin, our touches tender and soothing. We made love languidly, ensuring that every movement, every caress, left us both thoroughly satisfied. The men were strictly off limits that night, adding a layer of intimacy to our shared moments.
Come Sunday, as the men ventured out, Mikki retrieved the list and the bag of challenges. She triumphantly crossed off number seven, "spanked in public," her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. I dipped my hand into the bag and pulled out the next challenge: number nine, "fuck a black guy." A thrill of excitement coursed through us; neither of us had ever had the opportunity, and the prospect was exhilarating. We planned our adventure for two weeks hence, on a Saturday night, aiming to find a club and two suitable partners. We left room for an overnight stay, just in case the night unfolded in our favour.
The Saturday night arrived, and we found ourselves dressed to the nines, ready to paint the town red. Sitting in a bustling club, we sipped wine and chatted, the air thick with possibilities. Several men approached us, but none fit the bill. We politely declined, our eyes scanning the crowd for the right pair. I ventured to the bar for a refill, noting a few black men, but none caught my fancy. Returning to Mikki with our drinks, I found her engaged in conversation with a smart-looking couple seated at our table.
Mikki introduced them as Shani and Jamari. Shani was stunning, her curly dark hair framing her face like a halo. Jamari, tall and muscular, had skin the colour of rich ebony, a stark contrast to Shani's lighter complexion. Another man joined us, greeting them warmly, and Jamari excused himself to assist his friend. Shani, Mikki, and I fell into easy conversation. Shani shared that they hailed from Jamaica, their accents a melodic reminder of their Caribbean roots. They had made Southampton their home for the past five years and were in Portsmouth to meet Jamari's friend.
Mikki shared our living arrangements and the challenges that had become a staple of our adventures.
I revealed our mission for the night, our search for two black men who would fuck us both to share an unforgettable experience.
Shani listened intently, her eyes widening with intrigue as she confessed that she, too, had once been a stranger to interracial love. She spoke of their occasional partner swaps and Jamari's penchant for inviting friends into their bedroom.
I assured her that we were equally open-minded, our horizons broadened by Mikki's move-in and the challenges that followed.
Shani's eyes sparkled with mischief as she proposed a solution that would tick all our boxes. She suggested that Jamari help us with our challenge, with her joining in later.
I agreed, emphasising that Jamari would need to fuck both Mikki and me bareback, culminating in our shared climax as he must cum in us both to complete the challenge.
Shani assured us that she wouldn't have it any other way, her gaze lingering on me as she asked if I'd like to spend some time with her. I looked into her clear, inviting eyes and nodded my assent.
Mikki nodded her approval, her lips curving into a smile. Shani went to find Jamari, and I turned to Mikki, confirming her comfort with the arrangement.
She assured me she was, her voice laced with anticipation as she envisioned the night ahead. They returned,
Shani announcing Jamari's enthusiasm for our plan. We followed them to their car, Mikki taking the front seat with Jamari, while I slid into the back with Shani.
Shani wasted no time, her hands and lips finding mine in a passionate embrace. The drive was a blur, my senses consumed by the beautiful woman beside me. Before I knew it, we were stepping into their waterfront apartment, the luxurious surroundings a testament to their success. I learned that Shani was a youthful twenty-six, while Jamari was a distinguished thirty-eight. I had a quick word with Mikki, then asked to use the phone. In the kitchen, I dialed Bobbie, assuring him we were safe and would be staying the night, provided he and James were amenable. The stage was set for a night of exploration and indulgence, our challenges leading us to a world of new experiences.
Shani retrieved a bottle of deep crimson wine from the kitchen and arranged four crystal glasses on the coffee table. As we stepped into the living room, Mikki was already in nothing but her lace-trimmed black underwear, and Jamari, shirtless, leaned against the couch, his muscular torso illuminated by the soft glow of the lamps. His skin gleamed like polished mahogany, every contour a testament to years of disciplined training. Shani and I sank onto the plush sofa, our eyes fixed as they continued to remove each other’s clothing with languid, deliberate movements.
When they were both completely naked, Mikki traced a delicate finger along Jamari’s chest, sending a shiver of anticipation through him. Her hand slid lower, wrapping around his firm, ebony shaft, already swollen with desire. It was substantial in size and gleamed darker still against her porcelain skin. My mouth watered at the sight, my pulse quickening.
With a mischievous smile, Mikki pressed Jamari gently onto the armchair, kneeling as she guided his cock into her waiting mouth. The scene was mesmerising—the contrast of her lily-white skin and his deep chocolate hue, the soft hum of her breath mingling with his low moans.
Shani turned to me and asked softly if she could undress me. My dress unzipped at her careful touch, sliding to the floor to reveal my body. I let her lead me in a mirrored dance of intimacy until we, too, were naked. I stepped back to admire her smooth, radiant skin, trailing my eyes over the gentle curve of her hips and the delicate swell of her breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, reverence in my voice. If she had seemed lovely under the purple haze of the club lights earlier, here in the quiet glow of the living room, she was pure goddess-like.
Shani responded with a deep kiss, our lips exploring each other’s tender flesh, hands both shy and eager, caressing and kneading. When we broke apart, Mikki lay on her back, legs wrapped tightly around Jamari as he plunged into her velvet folds. Her back arched, and her hands clenched the chair’s armrests, her head rolling in rhythm with each thrust. I never tired of watching her climax—her cries of pleasure, the way her body seized around him, her inner muscles gripping his cock as he filled her again and again with hot waves of ecstasy.
Shani guided me into the armchair, spreading my thighs and leaning down to worship my wetness. Her tongue and fingers moved in perfect harmony, tracing every sensitive ridge and valley of my pussy. She was an expert—alternating gentle licks with teasing nibbles, fingers curling inside me in time with her tongue. The sensations built swiftly, and I breathed out, “Please—make me come.” She focused on my clitoris, each light flick of her tongue sending electric jolts straight to my core. A moment later, I shattered against the tide of an earth-shaking orgasm, my back arching as I surrendered completely to delicious oblivion. When the waves passed, she softly licked away my release, leaving me tingling.
I shifted, nudging Shani so we could see Mikki ride her final wave. Jamari’s frantic thrusts drove deeper as Mikki’s fingers dug into his buttocks, her body trembling with each guttural moan. Her perfect white skin glistened with sweat, and as he withdrew, a strand of his warm, ivory cum traced down her thigh. I blinked in surprise—witnessing that pale contrast for the first time was surreal. I don’t know what colour my mind expected his cum to be. Soon it would be my turn, and I could not wait.
Shani wasted no time reclaiming her husband’s offering, burying her face in Mikki’s pussy to taste every drop. They shared a messy, passionate kiss, sealing their shared intimacy. I then turned my attention back to Jamari’s still-throbbing cock, sliding it into my mouth. It felt impossibly warm and slick. He groaned, impressed as I took him deep, accommodating the broad girth of his black shaft with practiced ease.
Once he was erect again, Jamari pulled out with a practiced motion, offering me a brief, heated lick of my still-dripping cunt before positioning himself. In one sweeping motion he plunged home, the head slipping effortlessly through my lips into my sex. My body tensed; pleasure radiated from my core outward in waves as I came almost immediately, releasing around him in a damp, heated gush.
He found a steady rhythm, each thrust causing my walls to clamp around the twitching shaft. His hands roamed, pinching my nipples until they ached deliciously, and I moaned under the combined pressure of his cock inside me and his teasing of my breasts. Finally, his hips stuttered, and his hot cum pumped deep into me, filling my pussy with warmth.
He slowed and withdrew, and I rose to kiss Shani and Mikki, pressing soft thanks against their lips. We settled on the sofa, sipping the now-warm wine. Mikki smiled at Shani. “This was so much better than our original plan,” she murmured, her eyes still heavy with satisfaction.
I leaned close to Mikki. “Are you happy spending the night with him?” I asked, gesturing to Jamari.
She nodded, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Enjoy tonight with Shani. She’s beautiful.”
With that blessing, Shani and I headed to her bedroom. We shared a steaming shower, washing each other with gentle caresses. The water trailed down our bodies, carrying away any lingering tension. Once we were dry, Shani whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”
“Me too,” I replied, meaning every word.
We slid under the cool sheets, bodies pressing together. Shani guided me on top of her, and I lowered my pussy to her eager mouth. Slowly, deliberately, we found a rhythm, taste, and touch guiding us toward climax. My hands gripped the sheets as I followed Shani over the edge, my third orgasm of the night crashing through me in brilliant pulses. Shani cried out moments later, her wet heat closing around my fingers as she came.
We lay tangled in each other’s arms, spent kisses tracing delicate patterns on warmed skin while Mikki’s distant moans carried through the closed door. Morning light found me stirring to feel Shani’s tongue sliding along my inner thighs. I gasped—she licked and flicked softly, coaxing my body awake.
Creeping to the open door of the guest bedroom. We watched together as Mikki, astride Jamari’s cock once more, rode him to another crescendo. With a stifled moan, he came, her mouth eagerly capturing each pulse of his hot cum. She looked up at us, cum dripping from her lips in a badge of honor.
Over breakfast, Mikki thanked Shani and Jamari for welcoming us so freely into their home, adding she hoped we could do it again.
I agreed wholeheartedly, promising we’d arrange another evening soon. Jamari pressed a kiss to Mikki’s forehead and then to mine, astonished at how this little adventure had helped us conquer our challenges.
On the drive home, Shani and I chatted about everything—our desires, our dreams, and the intoxicating chemistry we shared. When we pulled up in front of our house, Bobbie was cleaning the car. I introduced him to Shani. He kissed her cheek shyly as we waved him farewell, the scent of anticipation still sweet in the air. Mikki went to her Mum’s to get Oliver.
Later, over coffee, I told Shani how much I’d love to see Bobbie fuck her—he’d been so enchanted by her grace.
She grinned, promising to set it up she would come on her own, and cheekily asked if I’d join in, joking that she’d handle him solo afterward to fully savour both experiences.
My heart raced at the thought. “I can’t wait,” I said, already imagining the heat of his cock filling her, then filling me.
With the guys at the club, as Oliver played with his toys, Mikki—pulled a velvet bag and crinkled list from their hiding place. Mikki’s eyes glinted as she skimmed down the challenges and ticked off number nine, “Fuck a black guy,” with a deliberate swoop of her pen. I plunged my hand into the bag, heart thumping, and drew out the slip marked number four: “Naked mile walk.” Mikki’s grin widened. “If we find a forest trail, we could add number twenty-two, ‘Fucked in a forest,’” she whispered. My pulse spiked at the thought; I knew exactly the kind of path she meant—a loop around a hidden lake, through towering pines, back to the car park. We agreed: next Saturday, that would be our playground.
On Monday, Jacki popped round to fill me in on her latest conquests. She’d slipped off with a coworker into a hotel room, and scored not one but two threesomes with Martin’s friends. She sounded thrilled by it all—and by our forest plan. “I’ve never done a naked walk,” she admitted, cheeks warming. Martin was on a late shift Saturday, so she begged to join us.
I laughed and said the more the merrier, though I warned her the forest fuck would be Mikki and me only. She nodded, eyes bright, and we made plans. After she left, I took Oliver out, anticipation already crackling at the thought of our adventure.
Saturday dawned crisp and clear. Mikki and I loaded towels, spare clothes and lube into the rucksack. Jacki arrived a few minutes later, heart fluttering but smiling, confessing she’d gone topless before but never fully nude in public. Our guys climbed in behind us, all grins and eager glances, and we set off toward the country car park.
When we arrived, the sun slanted between birch trunks, dappling the chipped-wood path with gold. The trail curved away from the car park and into a corridor of pines. We paused by an empty rest area, scanning the woods—no one in sight. With a shared look and a nervous laugh, the three of us stripped out of our clothes, wrapping them in towels and stashing them in the guys’ rucksack. In only trainers and ankle socks, we stepped boldly onto the path.
The chill air kissed our bare skin, and our laughter rang among the trees as we walked. The forest seemed hushed around us—birds calling overhead, leaves rustling underfoot—and every now and then a stray sunbeam would hit the curve of a hip or the arch of a foot. We agreed early on that if we saw children, we’d duck behind trees until they passed. But for the first mile, we passed only two men in hiking gear, who did double-takes before stealing curious glances. A laughing couple greeted us and ambled on, as if they half-expected such daring in the woods.
At the forest’s heart—about two miles in—the trees thickened, their branches weaving an intimate canopy over a mossy glade. There, nestled in ferns, was our perfect spot. The damp earth smelled of pine resin and bright leaves. We laid towels side by side beneath a stout oak. Kneeling, Mikki and I unzipped our men, engulfing their cocks in our mouths, getting them nice and hard for what was to come.
Bobbie stood behind me on one of the towels. I felt the soft press of his chest against my back as he pulled his trousers down. I tuned into the slick cool air against my skin, then the warmth of his hand closing around me before he eased his cock toward me. I leaned forward, the bark rough against my palms, and felt his hardness slide across my slick folds. My breath hitched as he teased the tip of his cock against my entrance. With a slow, teasing push, he eased inside me. My fingers dug into the mossy bark, every inch of his cock kindling pleasure until I tumbled over the edge in a shuddering climax, the thrill of public exposure mixing with our secret hush.
Across from me, Mikki was straddling James, her hands tangled in his hair as he buried himself deep into her. Their moans blended with ours and the distant creak of trees swaying in the breeze. We held hands through it—two girls connected as our partners pumped into us with heated, rhythmic thrusts. Moments later, warm spurts of release flooded us both, and the sweet stickiness of it coated our thighs.
Gasping, we paused, slick and breathless. Then we switched partners: I leaned back against the oak and lifted James hard cock towards my opening. Mikki knelt, eager fingers stroking Bobbie’s length before her lips closed around him. The taste of his pre-cum mixed with earth and pine filled her senses. Then, standing next to me, holding my hand, Bobbie slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Each roll and grind of Jame’s cock sent fresh ripples of sensation through me until, with a low moan, I came again, the forest echoing my release. We both got our second load of cum.
Jacki watched, flushed and longing, her hand drifting over her own folds. When both guys flopped spent beside us, I crawled over and traced my tongue along the length of Jacky’s slit. She arched her back, sighing as the salty tang of her arousal coated my tongue. Her hips jerked once, twice, and a steady stream of her juices slicked over my chin. She bit her lip in sudden release, a soft cry muffled by the leaves.
We lay there, tangled limbs and scattered towels, hearts still racing, the sun inching west as we collected the towels. The forest had witnessed our daring, our laughter, and the heat of our bodies coming together. I caught Jacki’s eye—she was grinning, breathless, utterly satisfied. And as we tread the chipped-wood path back to the car park, the whisper of leaves and the memory of warm skin against skin.
We had completed both challenges and could have dressed and gone home, but the glittering surface of the lake beckoned through the trees. "It's just a little detour," I suggested, my skin still flushed and tingling. "Let's stay naked and wash off." I knew a secluded pebbled shore where the water deepened gradually. We peeled off our trainers and socks, leaving indentations in the soft earth, and ran laughing into the water. The shock of cold hit like electricity against our heated flesh. We'd swum here countless summer afternoons, but never with every inch of skin exposed to the elements, goosebumps rising across breasts and thighs as the guys stripped down and splashed in after us.
All clean and deliciously chilled, we toweled off, the rough fabric catching on our damp skin. Mikki's eyes sparkled with mischief as she tossed her towel aside. "Why don't we stay undressed for the rest of the walk?" she suggested, her nipples still pebbled from the cold. "It's only a mile and a half." As we neared the car park, the guys rejoined us with our bag of clothes, walking slightly behind as if escorting royalty. I glanced at Mikki, who flashed that wicked smile that always meant trouble. "I've made it this far," she declared, tossing her wet hair back. "I'm going to the car like this." Jacky and I exchanged glances before following suit, our bare feet padding on the sun-warmed path. A small crowd had gathered in the car park, hikers with widening eyes and dropping jaws as they spotted our approaching nude forms.
The moment we entered the clearing, every head turned. Time seemed to slow as we boldly marched across the gravel, chins high, hips swaying naturally with each step, to our waiting car. Only once safely beside it did we finally dress, acknowledging the smattering of applause with theatrical bows. Back home, Mikki and I collapsed onto her bed, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces as we made love, while in the next room Jacky's moans mingled with the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame as both guys took turns with her. Later, we sent her home to her husband, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction, her body marked with our collective passion, and her pussy full of our guy’s cum.
Utterly spent, we fell into an early, dreamless sleep that night, limbs tangled but too exhausted for more pleasure. Sunday found us at the club, watching the strippers' bodies glide around poles with newfound appreciation before returning home to make gentle, almost reverent love to our own partners. The following week, Mikki ceremoniously crossed off challenges numbers four and twenty-two—"naked mile walk" and "fucked in a forest"—from her crinkled list with a flourish of her pen. She'd crafted a duplicate list for me, each completed challenge marked with the date and location, a tangible memento of our adventures. Only three of the original twenty-four challenges remained unchecked, but somehow we both knew we would never complete them.
I thoroughly enjoyed these challenges. My cock count has gone from twenty to twenty-one cocks and from five women to six pussies.
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The upcoming story is a sad departure, where Bobbie and I say a fond farewell to Mikki, James, Sandra, and little Oliver. Carol xx.
