A different short break beckoned for us both. I had booked a Murder Mystery weekend at the luxury Burgh House hotel in the UK. An elegant setting that demanded we both dress to fit and in keeping with the 1930s period.
We arrived on the evening of the event and checked into our beautiful room with a view of the estuary. Charlotte showered and put on the dress she had specially bought from a vintage store. A dark blue, knee-length sequined cotton dress, held by thin shoulder straps and complete with period tassels which swung along her upper thigh. To complete the look and in keeping with the period, she wore a long double pearl necklace that swung over her breasts.
'I've added a little something special. A personal touch you might appreciate. As might others also, of course.' She grinned at me as I did up my black bow tie.
Lifting the hem of her dress over her knees and along up her slender legs she revealed a pair of crotchless black tights that left her pussy and her ass nude.
She twirled around, teasingly., then let her fingers brush against her naked cunt slit.
'This should make the evening go with a swing,' she pouted.
I paused to take in her pretty pussy, the trimmed blond pubic hairs and her neat, round ass. I managed to control an erection. There would be time later. In our elegant dress and panty-less state, the evening showed every sign of being a lust filled, erotic and fun one.
We had a longstanding deal between us, which I honored that evening. Whenever she went without wearing knickers, then so must I. We were both commando that evening.
Under my tailored dinner jacket trousers my cock and balls felt unrestrained and loose, swinging gently against my inner thigh. I liked the feeling. Naughty, open, available but unknown to others.
Only the two of us knew we were commando as we entered the grand dining room to greet the other guests. The room had been beautifully prepared for the evening, circular tables with white cloths, china that sparkled in the candlelight.
In this elegant and sophisticated surrounding it added to our feeling of eroticism knowing we were nude, a cock and a cunt almost in the open. Almost accessible to anyone. If only they knew. We walked arm in arm and must have made an entrance as several heads turned towards us.
We were seated at tables of six and introduced ourselves. Everyone was very smartly dressed for the occasion, the men in black tie, the women in tight-fitting period dresses and glittering headbands.
There were two other couples on our table, one looked about our age and the other slightly younger than our fifty age range. They all introduced themselves as married couples. Carol and Mike, the couple around our age, were immediately identified as the more animated, relaxed and sociable. We soon got on well with them, exchanging pleasantries and good humour as the murder mystery evening unfolded.
Mike was a tall, slender man with scruffy greying hair and a warm, gentle smile that twinkled his eyes. Immaculately dressed in his dinner jacket and well-groomed he had an easy, mature and relaxed manner which I could see appealed to Charlotte. Her coy smile gave her sentiment away.
His wife Carol was neat, petite and slim with small breasts, long fingers and a boyish face. Carol looked the part. She'd cut and coloured her hair into a 1930s black bob and wore a short pale yellow sleeveless flapper style dress with tassel fringes to just above her knees. It was low cut and her breasts stood aroused and proud through the thin material that hugged her slender body. To complete the period-look she wore a double length pearl necklace and a beaded headband that framed her small features.
This first evening was all about the murder itself and actors played the parts of the various cast members magnificently. Our job, as guests, would be to work out who the murderer was over dinner on the second evening.
The room was quickly into the swing of things. The food was delicious, the actors engaging, the wine flowed and the dancing was energetic.
Carol is a well-practiced dancer. She and Charlotte took to the floor while Mike and I watched, sipping our wine. Both women twirled to the music, dancing with and among the other couples, their skirts billowing, revealing their legs as they danced the Charleston, arms linked together with one another, intertwined giggling. A seductive and mildly erotic sight which drew the attention of many.
I could see from Mike's expression he was enjoying the show the girls were putting on.
Mike and Carol were a lively and fun couple, sophisticated and well traveled, relaxed in themselves and in the company of others. I noticed over dinner how affectionate Mike was towards his wife, frequently placing his hand on hers, stroking the thin fabric covering her thighs, kissing her cheeks and her slender neckline. Charlotte and I noticed how they snogged openly in front of everyone, uninhibited and without embarrassment, teasingly placing their hands in each other's laps under the tablecloth, giggling together and whispering as they fondled each other.
After dinner and the first round of the murder mystery, we wandered off to the art déco bar together.
With the French doors open to the warmth of the evening, we settled sharing a table. Mike ordered a bottle of Champagne.
Carol was a quick drinker, offering one toast after another to families, friends, to meeting us, to the occasion itself. Any excuse. Mike tried in vain to slow her down.
'She always gets like this. Just got to keep an eye.' He smiled gently at her and then at us.
We ploughed through the first bottle of bubbly and I ordered another, which arrived as the barman told us he was about to close for last orders. We asked to stay.
Opening the bottle of champagne, he said, 'You'll have to keep the noise down and I'm going to have to switch off some of the lights but you're welcome to say longer if you like.'
We poured more bubbly and sat back in our seats, the candle light flickering over us. It made for a cosy, relaxed scene, heavy with an erotic undertone.
Carol was slumped now, giddy with the booze and music, not caring if she revealed more leg than was appropriate. A mildly flirtatious curling smile played along her mouth as she let her tongue run over her lips, her twinkling half-closed eyes gazing at us. The thin strap from her dress fell over her shoulder, tantalisingly close to revealing her tits.
I tried to avert my stare, but Carol held me fast in her sight. Almost challenging me to react to her provocative posture. I shifted in my seat in an attempt to control my growing erection from view.
In the twilight, Mike caressed her thigh, his hand wandering just high enough for his fingers to brush under the bottom of her skirt. Still holding us in her gaze, Carol responded by widening her knees just a little. Neither of them appeared to mind much that Charlotte and I were watching.
All the while we maintained normal conversation about nothing in particular. The food, the hotel, the staff. Mike chatted in a relaxed, self-confident and easy way that made it seem perfectly normal that he was seductively and intimately caressing his wife in front of us.
As we watched from the corner of our gaze, Mike let his hand go further up her dress pushing the thin fabric upwards along her thigh until he revealed and brushed the bare flesh above the tip of her black stockings.
He kept up our friendly conversation as if nothing was happening. I noticed a swelling in his crotch, the beginning of an erection that he kept very much under control as it started to strain the top of his trousers.
Mike was getting as turned on by what was going on as I was.
Gradually, as we chatted Carol appeared to drift. The effects of the alcohol were showing. Dozy, she slumped deep into her chair, relaxed and widened her legs as Mike withdrew his hand from the top of her thigh.
'Well, I think sleepy Carol has had enough. We ought to get her into bed. Can you give me a hand?' asked Mike handing me the keys to their room.
He lifted her under her long legs, allowing them to dangle from his arms, oblivious to her dress rising to the tops of her stockings.
I took the keys and Charlotte and I followed him out of the bar towards their room.
Opening the door I could see they had booked one of the suites with a view out to sea.
Gently, Mike lay Carol across the edge of their double bed, her legs hanging down so her feet touched the carpet, her bare arms slumped by her side. In the dim light from the table lamps he seemed unaware her dress has ridden up on both sides revealing her stockinged thighs. More likely, he didn't care that his wife was being exposed to us.
Both the thin shoulder straps of her dress had slipped down over her slender shoulders, revealing the top of her delicate black lace bra and allowing her pert breasts and their nipples to stand out.
Mike went to get a bottle of water from the minibar and Charlotte threw me a knowing look as we both gazed down at her.
Lying on the edge of the bed she looked ravishing, available and seductive. Stirring just slightly, woozy, dishevelled, partly dressed, her long legs slightly apart and her pert tits pushing against her thin dress, the fabric clinging to the contours of her pussy mound. She was available to all and didn't care.
'Shall I find her nightdress?' Charlotte called out to no one in particular.
'We need to get her out of her dress first,' suggested Mike as he turned her onto one side and unzipped the back of her dress down to the small of her back and the top of her perfectly round little ass.
'Let me help.' Charlotte took hold of the dress and eased it from Carol's body. Together they pulled it downwards, over a tight-fitting black suspender belt holding the tops of her stockings.
Unexpectedly, as the dress slipped from Carol's body and down over her hips, we all saw that her pussy was naked. A neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair sat enticingly over the crack of her cunt.
'Ah, I wasn't expecting that.' Mike grinned.
'Oh dear, rather a private moment,' he added.
My cock was beginning to stiffen again and Charlotte was quick to notice.
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and sucked it in. Mock shock written on her face.
'Ooh! Did you know she wasn't wearing panties this evening, Mike? Quite the little minx your wife,' Charlotte purred.
'Awkward really.' Mike smiled as he helped Charlotte pull his wife's dress from her body, down her legs to the ground, revealing her near nakedness for the three of us to gaze upon.
'Always was a gorgeous sight. From the day I first met her she had a great little body, don't you think?' Smiled Mike.
Charlotte and I nodded enthusiastically. Carol was indeed rather cute. Perfectly proportioned, her toned body lightly tanned, slender legs and flat belly. Lit by the soft lights of the room she looked very fuckable. I felt my erection beginning to strain against the front of my trousers.
'You're a lucky man.' Charlotte looked over at Mike. 'We're lucky to be here too. But don't let us stop you.'
Mike was clearly aroused. His cock had grown to a large bulge in front of him. He let his hand grab the front of his trousers and slowly unzipped himself. His cock sprung out, a long, thick shaft which he started to fondle to a stiff erection as he looked down at his dozing wife. His eyes glazed over as slowly he started to masturbate himself.
'Well, let's complete this beautiful picture then.' Charlotte bent down and undid the clasp of Carol's black bra, pulling it away to reveal her little tits and their pink nipples, the sparkling pearl necklace nestling between the mounds.
Now she lay perfectly naked from top to bottom, with Mike's erection still growing as he gazed at her black stockings and her open pussy crack.
'Don't feel left out, my darling Jack. Do join in if you fancy it.' Charlotte pointed at my bulging crotch.
I released my own prick and started to rub it. The scene in front of me, in the half light, Carol's naked body, Charlotte's encouragement and Mike masturbating himself was almost too much for me.
I took my shaft into my hands, massaging it until it reached its full length. Then I placed it over Carol’s flat tummy and wanked it, feeling the semen rising.
'Just look at you both. Like a couple of teenagers on heat,' Charlotte laughed.
Holding us in her gaze, she put a quizzical finger to her lips. 'And two throbbing erections between you. Can't waste that now, can we? What shall we do?'
I watched her move a hand to the front of Mike's trousers and run her fingers over his bulging cock as he tossed himself.
'Husband first I think'. She smiled, pulling his trousers down over his waist so they fell to the ground. She undid the bottom buttonhole of his shirt to reveal his firm tummy, ran her fingers over his pubic hair and balls and whispered.
‘Really erotic seeing you fuck in your dinner shirt and bow tie. Let’s get your cock ready to deliver.’
She took Mike's penis in her hand and wanked it slowly. With her other hand she moved to the front of my groin and grabbed my straining prick.
'Guests next, perhaps,' she whispered naughtily.
Now she had both of us in her hands, leaning over Carol's naked body. Me on one side, Mike on the other, poised over Carol's flat tummy and little cunt, her legs stretched out in front of her, separated just enough so her pussy was visible as it glistened in the half light.
Charlotte, with a wicked smile, was stroking our erect cocks.
'Now let's see who can last longest,' she pursed her lips.
Mike took the lead. With both hands he parted his wife’s slim legs, opening the gap between them, bending them at the knees, widening the view of her wet slit, stretched open in readiness. Charlotte carefully, expertly and gently pushed the tip of Mike's hard shiny prick into the folds of his wife's pussy and he pushed himself in, sliding into the wetness.
With her other hand she took my swollen penis and wanked it over Carol's bare tits, deliberately brushing the nipples and the pearl necklace beads as she did so.
'Have a lovely wank over her tits, Jack. Over Carol's smooth naked body. Try and hold back if you can,' she spoke softly, encouragingly.
Charlotte lifted her thin dress up to the top of her waist, above the crotchless tights, revealing her bare pussy with its neatly trimmed blond pubic hairs and with a soft groan slid her middle finger into herself.
'There we go Jack, you've got two nude little pussies to gaze on. Both wet, both pretty, both needing attention. One for you and one for Mike.'
She played with herself, thrusting her fingers in and out of her wet cunt lips while watching Mike groan with pleasure as he fucked his wife and my straining cock oozing cum over the small erect nipples of Carol's tits.
Kneeling on the bed, her dress over her waist, Charlotte's fingers moved faster, sticky with her cum, her thighs wide open and trembling, she pushed herself onto her hand, back and forth, the warm cum running down her legs.
She took my hand and together we wrapped it tight around my swollen prick so I could continue pleasing myself.
'Ooh, what a lovely, naughty sight in front of me. Two gorgeous men in their black dinner jackets and bow ties. Looking so sophisticated and so filthy. My husband wanking himself off over a naked lady in stockings and a stranger’s large cock fucking his pretty wife’s little cunt,' Charlotte said aloud, between pants of excitement.
‘I’m going to make myself cum. I’m watching you both and your lovely pricks and I’m fingering myself and making myself wet till I cum,’ Charlotte was breathing hard as she spoke.
Beneath me, Carol’s naked body rocked with every thrust of Mike’s penis. The open mouth of her boyish face oozed saliva, and the pearl necklace swished against her pert breast. I wanked myself over her tummy, letting my cum drops splash onto her and then spreading the white goo with my prick, pushing every drop onto her from the tip of my cock.
Next to me Charlotte leaned over to push her tongue into my mouth. As she milked the last drop from my penis, she smiled.
‘Go on Jack, come on Mike, let's all fuck this little naked minx and spill our cum juices all over her pretty little body.’
Mike’s cock slid out of his wife’s cunt and he took it in his hand to finish off. We swapped places, Mike moving to Carol’s face as I fingered her wet crack where Mike had just been, his semen and her juices making it easy for my fingers to slide in.
Mike wanked over Carol’s partly open mouth, her tongue sleepily licking the tip of his prick. With one hand I thrust two fingers into her oozing pussy, with my other hand I wanked over her belly,
‘Let’s make the slutty bitch really sticky, boys,’ whispered Charlotte, pulling her dress over her shoulders and tearing off her bra to reveal her naked breasts, her fingers still deep inside her glistening cunt.
‘Wank your cocks and cum all over her. Let's get her messy.’ Charlotte wiped some of my cum over her breasts and licked her fingers.
Mike ejaculated first, his cum spurted over his wife's face and hair. My cock was next and Charlotte took my cum in the palm of her hands and wiped it over Carol's naked belly.
‘There you are, Carol, you little tease. Making all three of us cum over you. Very naughty you are.’ Smiled Charlotte as she bent down and gave Carol a very wet tongue kiss.
We fell into a messy, sticky heap on the bed, wrapping our bodies across Carol's, fondling her, kissing her, rubbing our half clothed bodies over her nakedness.
‘Phew, that was fun,’ gasped Charlotte.
‘You were great, boys. So entertaining for me. You must both be exhausted.’
We looked for Mike and Carol the following morning. They had checked out, leaving us a note of thanks telling us they lived in Stratford-upon-Avon and their email.
