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Because we need props!
Okay lets get this into context....my husband and I have been on the swingers scene for the last 15 years and we have enjoyed all aspects of what the scene has to offer. My husband has taken photos and simple videos of some of my encounters.
But..
We have always thought it would be nice to do a good quality Porno movie. But we need props!
Here's the shopping list
40 guys
20 couples
A Pub/bar
A Taxi/minicab
Two camera crews/sound/make-up.
Why is this so difficult? (Laughing).
The story-line would be a day of me getting pampered ready for the big evening. My husband has already left for the venue. I'm told that the 'taxi' will arrive at 7pm. So I need to get ready with the final dressing up of some new tart wear. But I get a text from my Husband...he wants me to come to the Pub naked.
What!?
Oh well it's a once in a lifetime opportunity and I like a sex challenge.
I pack a bag of clothes for the journey home as its going to be cold. My husband has obviously planned this and knows me well as another text comes in. NO packed clothes. Damn. I text him back, can I at least wear shoes? Yes he replies.
I then get all practical...I wonder if hubby has organized for the taxi driver to come up the drive so that I can get into the car easily. Then I think that the driver may not accept me being naked in his car. Too late, the doorbell rings. OMG. My stomach churns with butterflies.
I open the door and peek around it. "Cab for the Fox & Firkin?". Erm...yes I reply. He walks off back to the car. Here goes... I step out of the house naked except for my handbag and my high heel mules. I walk down the front garden, and onto the pavement. OMG there is a group of lads coming in my directions. I can see the taxi is about 10 yards away. I walk as quickly as I can but the shoes aren't designed for a quick walk and certainly not for running and I don't have time to take them off. I make it to the car door, but it's obvious the boys have spotted me. Wolf whistles and cheers go up. The Taxi driver is laughing.
I get into the back seat and then realise the obvious....there are other people in the car. A guy holding a camera and another holding a microphone. Gosh 3 men and me naked.
So far 8 men (including the lads on the pavement, now staring into the car) have seen me naked and we haven't even departed from the front of the house.
We drive through the town centre and I'm sure that everyone can see into the car. At one point we are waiting in traffic next to a bus, one person obviously notices me naked in the car, then the pointing obviously attracts other peoples attention directly at me. I know I'm relaxing as I start to pose provocatively at those looking at me. The taxi driver adds words of encouragement. I can't help myself and it helps me to get more in a naughty mood. We eventually get out to the country pub. As is the norm in England there are a few people standing outside the venue having a cigarette/smoking and drinking. The taxi driver still has a smile on his face. No charge he says. I should think not.
I get out of the car slowly.
The people outside obviously spot me straight away...they start to prepare to go into the pub and actually follow me in.
I won't deny, I would be looking for my husband...you (maybe me) would always wonder if the Taxi driver had brought me to the wrong venue as joke, or my Husband decided to pull a wind-up and send me off to a venue naked for his amusement. (He's done something similar in the past).
The Pub is well lit, spacious and busy. I feel relaxed as I immediately get greeted by cheers and applause. It tells me most of the people are there are from the swingers scene and therefore I can relax a bit. I still can't see my hubby. Mmmmm. The 'Landlord' calls out my name and indicates there is a drink waiting at the bar. I walk over and sit on a high stool. Friends come over and greet me and admittedly some of the other women are undressed.
Wow it is bright in here...of course it the lights for the filming. They do light up the venue. It finally sinking in, I'm going to do my movie.
Some of the men in the pub start to undress, some exposing nice hard erections, I think it's time to get started. The women who are going to join in the session walk over and talk about a good location for us all to play. Sandra suggests that 5 bar tables are set out in an open area as well as a few being put out in the beer garden. The guys quickly arrange them and me and four other women lean against the tables.
The men move in...
One of the sensations I like about previous gangbangs is having lots of anonymous hands fondling you and that my hands don't have to reach far for a decent erection from the gathering group. With over forty guys there its going to be busy...but that's what Hubby and I discussed and I did agree that I could handle it. So here I am...in a traditional old pub, completely naked, with lots of cocks being readied for me to suck and fuck and all this with the evening sunshine flooding through the windows of the bar. I'm glad this is all going to be captured on film.
I want my friends of mine and mates of my husband who watch it later to try and work out how many men I had. I have to laugh now, Hubby had that element covered. He loves knowing how many men have fucked me when we go dogging or the various porno events and he writes all down in our sex calendar. This is different, so apparently as I discovered, there were different coloured tokens on the bar which each of the guys had to put in a jar for what 'act' they completed with me. Yellow ones for blow jobs, Red for fucks, blue for repeat fucks. I love it...
(to be continued)
Okay lets get this into context....my husband and I have been on the swingers scene for the last 15 years and we have enjoyed all aspects of what the scene has to offer. My husband has taken photos and simple videos of some of my encounters.
But..
We have always thought it would be nice to do a good quality Porno movie. But we need props!
Here's the shopping list
40 guys
20 couples
A Pub/bar
A Taxi/minicab
Two camera crews/sound/make-up.
Why is this so difficult? (Laughing).
The story-line would be a day of me getting pampered ready for the big evening. My husband has already left for the venue. I'm told that the 'taxi' will arrive at 7pm. So I need to get ready with the final dressing up of some new tart wear. But I get a text from my Husband...he wants me to come to the Pub naked.
What!?
Oh well it's a once in a lifetime opportunity and I like a sex challenge.
I pack a bag of clothes for the journey home as its going to be cold. My husband has obviously planned this and knows me well as another text comes in. NO packed clothes. Damn. I text him back, can I at least wear shoes? Yes he replies.
I then get all practical...I wonder if hubby has organized for the taxi driver to come up the drive so that I can get into the car easily. Then I think that the driver may not accept me being naked in his car. Too late, the doorbell rings. OMG. My stomach churns with butterflies.
I open the door and peek around it. "Cab for the Fox & Firkin?". Erm...yes I reply. He walks off back to the car. Here goes... I step out of the house naked except for my handbag and my high heel mules. I walk down the front garden, and onto the pavement. OMG there is a group of lads coming in my directions. I can see the taxi is about 10 yards away. I walk as quickly as I can but the shoes aren't designed for a quick walk and certainly not for running and I don't have time to take them off. I make it to the car door, but it's obvious the boys have spotted me. Wolf whistles and cheers go up. The Taxi driver is laughing.
I get into the back seat and then realise the obvious....there are other people in the car. A guy holding a camera and another holding a microphone. Gosh 3 men and me naked.
So far 8 men (including the lads on the pavement, now staring into the car) have seen me naked and we haven't even departed from the front of the house.
We drive through the town centre and I'm sure that everyone can see into the car. At one point we are waiting in traffic next to a bus, one person obviously notices me naked in the car, then the pointing obviously attracts other peoples attention directly at me. I know I'm relaxing as I start to pose provocatively at those looking at me. The taxi driver adds words of encouragement. I can't help myself and it helps me to get more in a naughty mood. We eventually get out to the country pub. As is the norm in England there are a few people standing outside the venue having a cigarette/smoking and drinking. The taxi driver still has a smile on his face. No charge he says. I should think not.
I get out of the car slowly.
The people outside obviously spot me straight away...they start to prepare to go into the pub and actually follow me in.
I won't deny, I would be looking for my husband...you (maybe me) would always wonder if the Taxi driver had brought me to the wrong venue as joke, or my Husband decided to pull a wind-up and send me off to a venue naked for his amusement. (He's done something similar in the past).
The Pub is well lit, spacious and busy. I feel relaxed as I immediately get greeted by cheers and applause. It tells me most of the people are there are from the swingers scene and therefore I can relax a bit. I still can't see my hubby. Mmmmm. The 'Landlord' calls out my name and indicates there is a drink waiting at the bar. I walk over and sit on a high stool. Friends come over and greet me and admittedly some of the other women are undressed.
Wow it is bright in here...of course it the lights for the filming. They do light up the venue. It finally sinking in, I'm going to do my movie.
Some of the men in the pub start to undress, some exposing nice hard erections, I think it's time to get started. The women who are going to join in the session walk over and talk about a good location for us all to play. Sandra suggests that 5 bar tables are set out in an open area as well as a few being put out in the beer garden. The guys quickly arrange them and me and four other women lean against the tables.
The men move in...
One of the sensations I like about previous gangbangs is having lots of anonymous hands fondling you and that my hands don't have to reach far for a decent erection from the gathering group. With over forty guys there its going to be busy...but that's what Hubby and I discussed and I did agree that I could handle it. So here I am...in a traditional old pub, completely naked, with lots of cocks being readied for me to suck and fuck and all this with the evening sunshine flooding through the windows of the bar. I'm glad this is all going to be captured on film.
I want my friends of mine and mates of my husband who watch it later to try and work out how many men I had. I have to laugh now, Hubby had that element covered. He loves knowing how many men have fucked me when we go dogging or the various porno events and he writes all down in our sex calendar. This is different, so apparently as I discovered, there were different coloured tokens on the bar which each of the guys had to put in a jar for what 'act' they completed with me. Yellow ones for blow jobs, Red for fucks, blue for repeat fucks. I love it...
(to be continued)
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