“You’re lagging behind.” Cheryl said with a little laugh. “You’ve got some serious catching up to do.”
“Don’t forget we’re filming a porno tomorrow. I should get laid then…hopefully.”
“And me.” Cheryl said holding me tighter and kissing me again.
“Jay told me everything what happened yesterday,” I said. “Was it your plan to gang fuck her?”
Cheryl sat up so she could look down at me and had a guilty look on her face. “I know Phil fucks around and he knows I fuck around, but neither of us have ever met the other person involved. When me and the other wives found out about the gangbang and then met Jay, the intention originally was to make her suffer for having the nerve to fuck our husbands. The original plan was to get her drunk then abuse her, piss on her, rape her, each one of us fucking her while she was tied up, maybe even hurting her a bit to send a message to keep well away from our husbands.”
Cheryl saw the shocked look on my face but shook her head to pacify me. “No, no, don’t worry. It all changed when we went shopping with her and got to knew her a bit better. During the day when Jay was in the changing room, me and the girls had a discussion and agreed that we couldn’t go through with it. It would have been cruel to do such a thing to someone we were beginning to like. Plus, we had never done anything like that before to anyone. We’re not evil women, it’s just not us to be like that and we have our own guilt when it comes to fucking others. So we decided that we would go ahead and fuck her but if she didn’t like it, we would stop. As it turns out-she loved it and so did we.”
My shocked looked subsided and she stroked my face before leaning down and kissing me. She continued. “The truth is, I’ve really fallen for her. After we fucked her she was so open and honest about everything; all the fucking she’s done and how she wanted to help Kylie get her paintings back. I wanted to see her again and spend more time with her. So, the perfect timing of us volunteering to help get the paintings back means I would get to see her again…and you. Bumping into you both today was a nice surprise. Phil was pleased to see you both but I was thrilled. When I saw this was a nudist spa I thought I might get my chance to fuck her again. Instead, I’ve fucked you and it’s been so, so nice.”
“It has,” I said, holding her tighter. “You’re an amazing lady. Maybe, depending on how the film is planned, we could repeat this tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” she replied pulling my mouth on to hers again to briefly kiss. “Or maybe the day after and the day after and the day after?”
“Tomorrows our last day in London.” I sighed. “All our sexual adventures is coming to an end, we both agreed that. In 48 hours we’ll be back home in High Wycombe and back to normality.”
Cheryl sat up and looked down at me with an excited look on her face. “High Wycombe? You’re joking. You live in High Wycombe?”
“Yes,” I answered, puzzled by her excitement. “Why?”
“Phil and I live in Marlow! We’re virtually neighbours! Mary and Keith live in Henley and Sue and Clive live just outside Oxford.”
“That’s one hell of a coincidence,” I said, clearly surprised.
“We could meet up and get to spend more time together.”
I had to tell her what I and Jay had agreed. “I’d like that, I really would and it would be great to meet up for dinner or something. But if you’re thinking of continuing what I think you’re thinking of, then it probably won’t happen. I and Jay agreed that ‘what happens in London stays in London,’ and that we would get back to our normal lives once we return.”
Cheryl looked very disappointed. The excited smile had gone from her face to be replaced by a sullen look at the realisation that we would not be ‘shagging around,’ once we were home.
“Okay,” she said quietly. “We could meet up as friends though, couldn’t we? Dinner? Days out? Now I’ve met you both, I don’t want our friendship to end.”
“Sure,” I said pulling her down to me and kissing her. “We would both like that.”
“Do you both work in High Wycombe?” she asked, lying on my chest again.
“I’ve got my own business. Jay teaches piano on and off from home.”
“What business?” she asked. I told her the name of my business and her eyes widened with more excitement. “Oh fuck! We used your business last year to do work on our house. The house is called, ‘Buzzards Flight.’”
I sat up, clearly surprised. “That was only last year. I remember that. I did the quote. We’ve met before! You showed me and my assistant Dave what you wanted doing. If I remember, you had a loose top and a very tight pair of denim shorts. Neither of us could keep our eyes off you.”
“I remember having some eyes following my arse around as I showed you what I needed doing and I remember playing on it; bending over now and then to give you guys a good look. Well, your company did a great job on the house.” She said smiling. “I think us meeting then and now was fate. You may think that your adventures will stop but I have a feeling that this week in London is just the beginning.”
We laid back and I pulled her on to me, kissing her hard to which she responded, holding tight around my neck. I then realised that this wasn’t to be the last we had seen of Cheryl, Phil and the others. As I kissed her many thoughts ran through my head. Although our sexual adventures were due to end, I wondered if they would. Katy had said that there’s bound to be swingers in our neighbourhood and was convinced that we would carry on. Kissing Cheryl and running my hands over her wonderful tits, I now hoped that it would continue. The decision would be Jay’s though.
We laid there kissing and cuddling for about half an hour before Cheryl said, “I suppose we should go and find the others. I’d like to get a bite to eat before the meeting.”
“You’re right,” I said standing and holding her hand to lift her of the bed. “We’ve been away from them for longer than I expected. We had better get going.” Before we opened the door we embraced and kissed again, one last moment of the two of us alone. I opened the door and we checked the cinema room where we could make out several couples and small groups were having sex on the sofas and long bench while a gangbang film played on the screen.
We walked hand in hand into the room and looked at the ensemble through the gloom but none of them were Phil and Jay. We had a quick look at the sun terrace and they weren’t there either. We made our way down to the pool room and couldn’t see them there. We entered the lounge and found Phil sat in an armchair drinking a cup of tea having showered and dressed. Kelly was back behind the counter, her hair a bit dishevelled and wet with sweat.
“There you are,” Phil said, looking up and seeing us. “We wondered where you were.”
“We’ve been upstairs,” Cheryl replied leaning down and giving him a quick peck. “Enjoy your sauna?” Phil at first looked a bit surprised before Cheryl continued smiling. “Yes, we saw you in there. Don’t panic, I’m not going to bite your head off. Did Jay have fun?”
Phil relaxed a bit seeing his wife’s demeanour and said, “Not as much as I think she wanted too. What did you see?”