Housewarming sex in the north xx
This story is pretty well one hundred percent true although, for obvious reasons I have changed the names of most of the participants and might have been a bit vague in some of the locations as well xx enjoy
It was probably around the late eighties when the company I worked for was taken over by a company based in the north east of England and the decision made, to relocate the manufacturing process, to that area. Several key personnel were requested and selected to accompany the company’s product north, which included myself and a woman called Sandra, who I’d recently started an illicit affair with. The pair of us couldn’t believe our luck, as part of the relocation package included staying, during the week, in a rather plush hotel in the centre of Newcastle. We both needed to return south,at weekends, as I was still married and Sandra, although divorced, had two teenage daughters that needed keeping an eye on.
If you’ve read any of my other stories you will be very aware of Sandra and my relationship with her. Sandra was absolutely gorgeous and, more importantly, a raving nymphomaniac, insatiable!!!! She was constantly demanding sex and if she didn’t have sex, in some form, and she was amazingly catholic in her tastes, during the day or night, she was ‘difficult‘ to be with. Did love her though!!!
The company that took us over, a large conglomerate, based on a trading estate to the south of Newcastle, was owned and run by two ‘gentleman’ called Andy and Clive, who, on a good day could be described as entrepreneurs and on a bad day, as a pair of crooks and wide boys.
Our initial contract was for six months although that was soon extended, in both myself and Sandra’s cases, to one year, which I’m happy to say we were more than pleased with. We’d both been accepted by the other staff, especially Sandra, who, with her stunning looks and figure, turned heads wherever she went. It wasn’t that she dressed sexily at work however with her tight, skirts and slacks, her favourite polo neck jumpers, showing her pert breasts off to perfection, she did impress. Everyone too knew that we were a ‘couple’ although no one ever brought up the subject.
I should mention Andy and Clive’s secretary, Margarita, who was beautiful (think a young Joan Collins), sophisticated, dressed amazingly, smelt divine and was just pure class. Margarita however, for all her class, knew how to exude sex, insomuch as that she always wore her skirts just that little bit too short, short enough to sometimes give a show of her sheer black stocking tops encasing her wonderful slim long legs. Heels just little too high, too!!!
We’d been going up there for a couple of months now, weekly, but sometimes, perhaps once a month, we’d pretend that we were so busy at work that we’d have to stay over for the weekend and we’d have a lovely sexy weekend together. Thinking on it now, that wasn’t really much different to in the week, as we were going at it hammer and tongs morning and night!!!
Andy had recently bought a large house, a converted barn, in Northumberland, out towards the Cheviot hills and Sandra and myself were invited, one weekend, to a house warming party he was throwing for close friends and workmates. We were told to keep the invite to ourselves and it would be ‘that sort of party’ if we knew what that meant, which we didn’t, but the pair of us could have quite a good guess at. We’d both been to what we thought ‘that sort of party’ was, in the past, me with Sandra and who was, what I’d say, quite ‘experienced’ in that area!
Andy had apparently spoken to Sandra regarding the weekend and had also given her the firm’s personal credit card to get something ‘sexy’ at Fenwick’s in Newcastle centre, no expense spared. Sandra didn’t need any second biding on that front and bought, not only the slinkiest sexy electric blue silk micro mini dress I’d ever seen, which cost an arm and a leg, but also a lace thong, nothing more than a piece of string really, a see through lace bra, which reminded me of two teabags on yet another piece of string and a pair of Jimmy Choo heels, the whole lot costing the company well over four hundred pounds!!!
The weekend eventually arrived, a beautiful warm summers evening, the taxi picked us up from our hotel to whisk us off, Sandra certainly making a statement as she walked through the reception area brazenly showing her gorgeous body off to the lusting starring eyes. I must confess that for a woman in her late forties she looked amazingly sexy, carried herself off so well and I was so proud to have her on my arm.
It took about thirty minutes to get to Andy’s house, which was stunning, isolated and set in its own immaculately manicured grounds with uninterrupted views, as far as the eye could see. There were plenty of cars parked up already and Andy was there with his wife to greet us with a large fluted glass of chilled champagne. We were both a bit surprised, in fact I think shocked, at Andy’s wife who, not only was a lot younger than Andy but also not the prettiest girl I’d seen but it was more how she was dressed. I’d taken Sandra, a couple of times, down to the red light area of Middlesbrough, looking at the prostitutes (another story for another time!!!) and we both agreed she’d have fitted in well, down there, with the other whores. She didn’t actually have a bad figure and we could see most of it, as she was wearing the shortest leather mini skirt imaginable, a skimpy top to match, stockings and incredibly high tarty red high heels. She did seem to have a lovely personality though but a bit under Andy’s thumb.
A guy called Kevin led us through to the large patio area at the rear which, together with an infinity swimming pool, was where most of the guests had gathered. Well I thought Sandra looked like a high class whore but she was, I’m loath to admit, outshone by some, if not most of the other women there. Margarita was there, looking stunning, in a red latex catsuit which was so tight I was thinking she’d faint, with a zip arrangement around her crutch and cut outs for her pert breasts which looked so beautiful. Margarita was, like Sandra , another woman in her late forties who was definitely in her prime, body and sex wise. Much as I loved Sandra I was, that evening, determined to fuck her!
Another woman that looked a million dollars was called Angela, who worked in accounts and probably the youngest woman there, in her early twenties, but I could see why Andy had invited her along. She was dressed in much the same attire as Andy’s wife, a total slut whore, but looked much more desirable, with a similar‘ leather belt’ pretending to be a skirt and a red satin half cup bra, her hard brown nipples well exposed. She was certainly attracting a lot of attention, a lot more than when seen her in accounts, several of the single men and a few of the husbands too, pawing at her tits and cunt.
There did appear to be actually a lot more women than men at the party and it seemed to me that quite a few of the women, especially the older ones, were somehow desperate to get fucked, the champagne obviously having the desired effect. Sandra wasn’t desperate but she did like cock and she’d soon slipped away from me without my noticing. I realised early in the evening that the higher up the management hierarchy you were, got you the best fuck whores available and it also quickly dawned on me that tonight wasn’t going to be the night I got to fuck either the gorgeously sexy Margarita or the young temptress from accounts, Angela.
The sales director, a huge strapping man called Bill, had creamed off Margarita and was now fucking her gorgeous cunt (well I’m sure it must have been!!!) for all it was worth on one of the sun beds by the pool, Margarita screaming like a demented whore, begging for more cock. Angela likewise was being led away, into the house, by at least three service engineers,two of whom were already unzipping their cocks in anticipation. I couldn’t see Andy, but I did see his wife, through the patio windows, in the sunroom, naked apart from her ‘belt’, knelt sucking two guys cocks off and licking another woman from accounts cunt, one after the other. It had turned in about ten minutes into a right old orgy, the patio area, lawn and house literally littered with fucking couples.
I was actually enjoying just watching the goings on, in a strange sort of way, not really wanting sex, as I’d fucked Sandra just before leaving our hotel earlier, so I was we’ll sated. My solitude, however wasn’t to last, as I was approached by two women, who openly asked me if I’d like a threesome. Well why not? Both were dressed, in not very much to be honest, but very sexily, I knew one of the women, she was the executive canteen manageress, about fifty, a good looker but with a reputation for going down the ‘big market’ in Newcastle on a Thursday night and not leaving till she’d been fucked a couple of times, usually up a dark alley or a bars toilets. Some girl!!! The other woman was a bit younger, not as forward as her companion, but she had a huge pair of tits fighting a losing battle with the skimpy half cup bra she was trying to wear and apparently worked in despatch. The older woman was well up for it and was soon grappling with my zipper whilst removing her knickers and urging her friend to ‘get hers off too’. To cut a long story short, I was soon fucking the older woman, who was a surprisingly good fuck, on the grass, whilst the younger one was poking her wet cunt in my face. I’d like to think it was my sexual staying power, probably not, but she was soon having a lovely orgasm and screaming with pleasure. I was by now rock hard and ready for the younger one who was more than happy to oblige, her cunt soaking wet, lovely and puffy. I gave her a really good hard fucking, egged on by her mate, she eventually orgasming just after I’d dumped my load into her gorgeous cunt. The woman from despatch was the better fuck, by far.
It wasn’t that late, but the fucking seemed to have stopped, couples cuddling, drinking more champagne, some even having a coffee. Margarita still looked good, makeup still perfect, although her exposed tits and nipples were swollen and red and her zipped catsuit still unzipped showing off her hairy cunt. Angela didn’t look so good though, looked well fucked.
The three of us were chatting, sat on a couple of loungers, when Sandra reappeared arm in arm with Andy, both with big smiles, Sandra still looking gorgeous which was more than can be said for Andy’s wife, trailing in their wake. I hadn’t realised quite how high her heels were and she was really struggling to walk in them, she’d obviously ‘lost’ her knickers sometime during the evening, her shaved cunt on view and her hair was a complete mess. Andy told me that they’d been showing Sandra around the house and I thought, to myself, that it must be some house for a two hour tour! Andy also said that to give him a couple of minutes and they’d run Sandra and I back to our hotel.
Andy’s car was a large maroon Bentley and Sandra got in the front, with him and I slipped into the cavernous leather rear seats with his wife. The smell of the leather was intoxicating!!! We’d barely got out of the drive before Andy’s wife had gone down on my cock and only came up for air once or twice during the whole journey. I did notice Sandras head bobbing down a few times when we stopped at traffic lights and I did avail myself of fingering Andy’s wife’s sopping wet cunt too but, try as she might and by god she tried, she couldn’t bring me off. We said or goodbyes and swished through the reception area straight to Sandra’s room where, to Sandra’s great pleasure, I gave her cunt another good seeing too.
Postscript
Andy had indeed shown Sandra around the house, well the main bedroom, at least. Andy’s wife had accompanied them after she’d finished her preliminaries in the sunroom and when he’d started fucking Sandra on the bed he’d demanded that she knelt by the bed and watch. Apparently, half way through fucking Sandra, he’d put on a rubber and fucked his wife anally, alongside Sandra, before whipping it off and returned to Sandra’s cunt. Just as she was orgasming he’d pulled out his cock and shot his load all over his wife’s face and hair before demanding, again, that she clean his cock off orally. Clive, the co owner, wasn’t there because he was gay. Never have guessed that! The canteen manageress always made sure that I was fully satisfied with her food offerings in the canteen. Never saw the woman from despatch again, shame. Angela went back to being ‘boring’ Angela from accounts and Margarita, once more, became the supreme beauty that I continued to lust over but never got to fuck. At the end of the month Sandra discovered that she’d had a ‘sizeable’ increase in her salary and my firms car was upgraded from a Ford Mondeo to very nice BMW three series. Result.
It was probably around the late eighties when the company I worked for was taken over by a company based in the north east of England and the decision made, to relocate the manufacturing process, to that area. Several key personnel were requested and selected to accompany the company’s product north, which included myself and a woman called Sandra, who I’d recently started an illicit affair with. The pair of us couldn’t believe our luck, as part of the relocation package included staying, during the week, in a rather plush hotel in the centre of Newcastle. We both needed to return south,at weekends, as I was still married and Sandra, although divorced, had two teenage daughters that needed keeping an eye on.
If you’ve read any of my other stories you will be very aware of Sandra and my relationship with her. Sandra was absolutely gorgeous and, more importantly, a raving nymphomaniac, insatiable!!!! She was constantly demanding sex and if she didn’t have sex, in some form, and she was amazingly catholic in her tastes, during the day or night, she was ‘difficult‘ to be with. Did love her though!!!
The company that took us over, a large conglomerate, based on a trading estate to the south of Newcastle, was owned and run by two ‘gentleman’ called Andy and Clive, who, on a good day could be described as entrepreneurs and on a bad day, as a pair of crooks and wide boys.
Our initial contract was for six months although that was soon extended, in both myself and Sandra’s cases, to one year, which I’m happy to say we were more than pleased with. We’d both been accepted by the other staff, especially Sandra, who, with her stunning looks and figure, turned heads wherever she went. It wasn’t that she dressed sexily at work however with her tight, skirts and slacks, her favourite polo neck jumpers, showing her pert breasts off to perfection, she did impress. Everyone too knew that we were a ‘couple’ although no one ever brought up the subject.
I should mention Andy and Clive’s secretary, Margarita, who was beautiful (think a young Joan Collins), sophisticated, dressed amazingly, smelt divine and was just pure class. Margarita however, for all her class, knew how to exude sex, insomuch as that she always wore her skirts just that little bit too short, short enough to sometimes give a show of her sheer black stocking tops encasing her wonderful slim long legs. Heels just little too high, too!!!
We’d been going up there for a couple of months now, weekly, but sometimes, perhaps once a month, we’d pretend that we were so busy at work that we’d have to stay over for the weekend and we’d have a lovely sexy weekend together. Thinking on it now, that wasn’t really much different to in the week, as we were going at it hammer and tongs morning and night!!!
Andy had recently bought a large house, a converted barn, in Northumberland, out towards the Cheviot hills and Sandra and myself were invited, one weekend, to a house warming party he was throwing for close friends and workmates. We were told to keep the invite to ourselves and it would be ‘that sort of party’ if we knew what that meant, which we didn’t, but the pair of us could have quite a good guess at. We’d both been to what we thought ‘that sort of party’ was, in the past, me with Sandra and who was, what I’d say, quite ‘experienced’ in that area!
Andy had apparently spoken to Sandra regarding the weekend and had also given her the firm’s personal credit card to get something ‘sexy’ at Fenwick’s in Newcastle centre, no expense spared. Sandra didn’t need any second biding on that front and bought, not only the slinkiest sexy electric blue silk micro mini dress I’d ever seen, which cost an arm and a leg, but also a lace thong, nothing more than a piece of string really, a see through lace bra, which reminded me of two teabags on yet another piece of string and a pair of Jimmy Choo heels, the whole lot costing the company well over four hundred pounds!!!
The weekend eventually arrived, a beautiful warm summers evening, the taxi picked us up from our hotel to whisk us off, Sandra certainly making a statement as she walked through the reception area brazenly showing her gorgeous body off to the lusting starring eyes. I must confess that for a woman in her late forties she looked amazingly sexy, carried herself off so well and I was so proud to have her on my arm.
It took about thirty minutes to get to Andy’s house, which was stunning, isolated and set in its own immaculately manicured grounds with uninterrupted views, as far as the eye could see. There were plenty of cars parked up already and Andy was there with his wife to greet us with a large fluted glass of chilled champagne. We were both a bit surprised, in fact I think shocked, at Andy’s wife who, not only was a lot younger than Andy but also not the prettiest girl I’d seen but it was more how she was dressed. I’d taken Sandra, a couple of times, down to the red light area of Middlesbrough, looking at the prostitutes (another story for another time!!!) and we both agreed she’d have fitted in well, down there, with the other whores. She didn’t actually have a bad figure and we could see most of it, as she was wearing the shortest leather mini skirt imaginable, a skimpy top to match, stockings and incredibly high tarty red high heels. She did seem to have a lovely personality though but a bit under Andy’s thumb.
A guy called Kevin led us through to the large patio area at the rear which, together with an infinity swimming pool, was where most of the guests had gathered. Well I thought Sandra looked like a high class whore but she was, I’m loath to admit, outshone by some, if not most of the other women there. Margarita was there, looking stunning, in a red latex catsuit which was so tight I was thinking she’d faint, with a zip arrangement around her crutch and cut outs for her pert breasts which looked so beautiful. Margarita was, like Sandra , another woman in her late forties who was definitely in her prime, body and sex wise. Much as I loved Sandra I was, that evening, determined to fuck her!
Another woman that looked a million dollars was called Angela, who worked in accounts and probably the youngest woman there, in her early twenties, but I could see why Andy had invited her along. She was dressed in much the same attire as Andy’s wife, a total slut whore, but looked much more desirable, with a similar‘ leather belt’ pretending to be a skirt and a red satin half cup bra, her hard brown nipples well exposed. She was certainly attracting a lot of attention, a lot more than when seen her in accounts, several of the single men and a few of the husbands too, pawing at her tits and cunt.
There did appear to be actually a lot more women than men at the party and it seemed to me that quite a few of the women, especially the older ones, were somehow desperate to get fucked, the champagne obviously having the desired effect. Sandra wasn’t desperate but she did like cock and she’d soon slipped away from me without my noticing. I realised early in the evening that the higher up the management hierarchy you were, got you the best fuck whores available and it also quickly dawned on me that tonight wasn’t going to be the night I got to fuck either the gorgeously sexy Margarita or the young temptress from accounts, Angela.
The sales director, a huge strapping man called Bill, had creamed off Margarita and was now fucking her gorgeous cunt (well I’m sure it must have been!!!) for all it was worth on one of the sun beds by the pool, Margarita screaming like a demented whore, begging for more cock. Angela likewise was being led away, into the house, by at least three service engineers,two of whom were already unzipping their cocks in anticipation. I couldn’t see Andy, but I did see his wife, through the patio windows, in the sunroom, naked apart from her ‘belt’, knelt sucking two guys cocks off and licking another woman from accounts cunt, one after the other. It had turned in about ten minutes into a right old orgy, the patio area, lawn and house literally littered with fucking couples.
I was actually enjoying just watching the goings on, in a strange sort of way, not really wanting sex, as I’d fucked Sandra just before leaving our hotel earlier, so I was we’ll sated. My solitude, however wasn’t to last, as I was approached by two women, who openly asked me if I’d like a threesome. Well why not? Both were dressed, in not very much to be honest, but very sexily, I knew one of the women, she was the executive canteen manageress, about fifty, a good looker but with a reputation for going down the ‘big market’ in Newcastle on a Thursday night and not leaving till she’d been fucked a couple of times, usually up a dark alley or a bars toilets. Some girl!!! The other woman was a bit younger, not as forward as her companion, but she had a huge pair of tits fighting a losing battle with the skimpy half cup bra she was trying to wear and apparently worked in despatch. The older woman was well up for it and was soon grappling with my zipper whilst removing her knickers and urging her friend to ‘get hers off too’. To cut a long story short, I was soon fucking the older woman, who was a surprisingly good fuck, on the grass, whilst the younger one was poking her wet cunt in my face. I’d like to think it was my sexual staying power, probably not, but she was soon having a lovely orgasm and screaming with pleasure. I was by now rock hard and ready for the younger one who was more than happy to oblige, her cunt soaking wet, lovely and puffy. I gave her a really good hard fucking, egged on by her mate, she eventually orgasming just after I’d dumped my load into her gorgeous cunt. The woman from despatch was the better fuck, by far.
It wasn’t that late, but the fucking seemed to have stopped, couples cuddling, drinking more champagne, some even having a coffee. Margarita still looked good, makeup still perfect, although her exposed tits and nipples were swollen and red and her zipped catsuit still unzipped showing off her hairy cunt. Angela didn’t look so good though, looked well fucked.
The three of us were chatting, sat on a couple of loungers, when Sandra reappeared arm in arm with Andy, both with big smiles, Sandra still looking gorgeous which was more than can be said for Andy’s wife, trailing in their wake. I hadn’t realised quite how high her heels were and she was really struggling to walk in them, she’d obviously ‘lost’ her knickers sometime during the evening, her shaved cunt on view and her hair was a complete mess. Andy told me that they’d been showing Sandra around the house and I thought, to myself, that it must be some house for a two hour tour! Andy also said that to give him a couple of minutes and they’d run Sandra and I back to our hotel.
Andy’s car was a large maroon Bentley and Sandra got in the front, with him and I slipped into the cavernous leather rear seats with his wife. The smell of the leather was intoxicating!!! We’d barely got out of the drive before Andy’s wife had gone down on my cock and only came up for air once or twice during the whole journey. I did notice Sandras head bobbing down a few times when we stopped at traffic lights and I did avail myself of fingering Andy’s wife’s sopping wet cunt too but, try as she might and by god she tried, she couldn’t bring me off. We said or goodbyes and swished through the reception area straight to Sandra’s room where, to Sandra’s great pleasure, I gave her cunt another good seeing too.
Postscript
Andy had indeed shown Sandra around the house, well the main bedroom, at least. Andy’s wife had accompanied them after she’d finished her preliminaries in the sunroom and when he’d started fucking Sandra on the bed he’d demanded that she knelt by the bed and watch. Apparently, half way through fucking Sandra, he’d put on a rubber and fucked his wife anally, alongside Sandra, before whipping it off and returned to Sandra’s cunt. Just as she was orgasming he’d pulled out his cock and shot his load all over his wife’s face and hair before demanding, again, that she clean his cock off orally. Clive, the co owner, wasn’t there because he was gay. Never have guessed that! The canteen manageress always made sure that I was fully satisfied with her food offerings in the canteen. Never saw the woman from despatch again, shame. Angela went back to being ‘boring’ Angela from accounts and Margarita, once more, became the supreme beauty that I continued to lust over but never got to fuck. At the end of the month Sandra discovered that she’d had a ‘sizeable’ increase in her salary and my firms car was upgraded from a Ford Mondeo to very nice BMW three series. Result.
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