I went home and told my husband what happened in the office with the old farmer and his old mate. He loved hearing all the details how these two old guys had fucked me and he soon had his cock balls deep in me adding his load to my already full pussy.

After he recovered he asked me if i wanted to go to the 41 club meet knowing full well what would happen if i did. I admitted the thought of giving these old men something they could only dream of was such a turn on for me and i’d love the chance if i could. I could feel his cock starting to stir again at the thought and loved the way he enjoyed me fucking others as much as he enjoyed fucking me.It was decided id go if invited but try to behave as much as i could with more teasing than playing if the opportunity arose.

A couple of days later my boss came in looking a bit sheepish, i don't think he knew how to open up conversation after the events in his office the other day. He started to apologise saying he got carried away, i stopped him in his tracks saying i loved every second of it and then told him about my husband and i being swingers so it wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last time i played with others.

He seemed much more at ease after finding out we were swingers and started asking all sorts of questions, how, why, when etc and especially loving the discussion about my husband getting off on others fucking me and his cuckold tendencies. Maybe we should invite you both along to the 41 club dinner, he might just enjoy it as much as you will! I asked about the dinner and apparently the club got together once every few weeks for a mini pub crawl round the village before having a meal at a room booked above one of the pubs.

You could both join us if you want, i know John the old farmer is keen for you to meet a couple of his old friends he laughed. Sounds like a nice simple evening we’ll both come along if its ok. When i got home that evening i told my husband about the night out and could see his cock growing as dirty thoughts ran though his head at all the possibilities.

The club meet was set for the following Friday and it seemed to take ages to come round. My husband and i fucked like rabbits all week as we talked about all the dirty things that could go on during the evening. Finally the night came round and i made sure i was dressed to impress and tease in a tight dress with plunging neckline showing off my cleavage. I’d shaven my pussy and put on a lacy thong and bra set under the dress as i was more than sure that dress would be off at some point during the evening and my pussy was on fire at the thought!

My husbands cock was rock hard and dripping pre cum as i gave him a slow couple of sucks before tucking his cock back into his trousers, “later for you i’m afraid” i said leaving him gagging.

The village is only ten min from the house and we got to the first pub in no time, as we parked up and started to walk across the road to the pub the farmer came out for a cigarette and saw us. “Hello you, lovely to see you both, your boss mentioned hubby might come along as he shook my husbands hand and introduced himself before turning to me to give me a kiss on the cheek and squeeze to the waist.

We entered the pub and greeted my boss who then introduced us to about 10-11 men of varying ages from 70s to 50s it seemed. They all were very friendly and we mingled between them enjoying the banter and chat. The night was fairly uneventful sexually apart from the odd pervy comment and a few brushes of my bum by the farmer and a couple of his friends as I mingled with everyone. We moved from pub to pub for a couple of hours before ending up in the last pub for dinner.

The room was above the pub and as we entered I could see there were two large round tables set for dinner, I was ushered to the one with the farmer and my husband to the other with my boss. I sat down next to the farmer and instantly felt his hand on my thigh.

As we worked our way through dinner I was enjoying the wine and with each sip my inhibitions were being she’d as the fire in my pussy was beginning to build. The farmers hand had hitched up my dress all the way up one thigh and every now and then he’d drop his hand onto my leg to explore as much as he could under the tablecloth.

The guy next to me was a similar age to the farmer but wasn’t as big or as built as him, he was a slimmer build but quite tall with dark hair. I knew him well as he was the village solicitor and was often in the office to see my boss. During dinner he’d noticed the farmers hand on me and somewhere through main course he decided to try his luck and rest his hand against my leg, when I didn’t move it he gradually joined the farmer in hitching my dress up until my legs were exposed to my upper thighs and I found myself spreading them to allow easier access.

I looked over at my husband catching his eye a couple of times and signalling with my eyes that I was being groped by the guys either side of me which made him grin and wink. The farmer saw this and it was like a green light as his fat fingers were soon working their way to my pussy parting the lips as he did so the guy the other side had the same idea and there hands met in my pussy causing them both to be surprised and grin at each other.

The next hour went by with each of them teasing me between conversations under the table and a series of discussions between them about events on the farm to which I’d nod in agreement to confirm they were all true. Adam the solicitor could hardly believe I was such a slut and made it clear he intended to sample the goods tonight.

The night started to draw to a close and guys had started to depart until there was only the John the farmer, Adam the solicitor, Dave my boss and my husband left, I heard the bar closing downstairs before the landlord came upstairs to join us. He was obviously close friends with everyone the way they all greeted him. He shook hands with my husband before coming round to give me a kiss and introduce himself as Tony. He wasn't very tall and about early 60s with a pot belly,” so this is the young lady I’ve heard so much about” I blushed a little thinking about these guys all chatting about me before regaining my composure and asking if it was all good things he’d heard. The guys all laughed and started saying it sure was and how they’d never had such a sexy Indian girl in the village before.

My pussy was on fire and it was obvious what we were all here at the end of the night for so I just wanted to break the ice and stop the small talk. With that I walked over to my husband sat in his chair across from me and bent over to start kissing deep with him as his hands reached my bum and started groping me all over.

A hush had descended on the room now as the guys all watched my ass moving around in my husbands grasp. He stood up without breaking the kiss and I felt him reach round to my zip and pull it down to my ass. He took hold of my dress at the shoulders and pulled them to my sides allowing my dress to fall to the floor. I was now standing in a room full of white men in their 60s and 70s wearing heels a thing and a lacy bra barely holding my 36DDs in place all lusting at my young Indian body.

I’m a size 14-16 and have curves which seem to drive most guys crazy as do my large brown eyes which I love to flutter teasing guys especially when sucking cock as I look them in the eyes. I heard the men shuffling behind me and it wasn’t long before I felt a hand on my bum and another cupping a breast from each side of me. “ Enjoy” my husband mouthed to me as he stepped back away from me allowing the men to close in all around me.

I was being kissed, groped and roughly fingered as I stood there not knowing whose hands were on me or who was kissing me at times as my eyes were closed in ecstasy. I don’t know if it was the drink or the hormones raging through my body but my head was spinning as each of the men took turns fucking me or having their cocks in my mouth.

For the next hour I was bent over, placed on my back or rode everyone’s cocks, my pussy was exploding and I lost count of how many times I came or felt a guy tense up to unload in my mouth or pussy.

I do know that these older men all had decent fat cocks and I later found out they had all taken viagra to ensure they could take full advantage of me. Cum was all over me, in my hair, on my face, tits, ass and dribbling out of my pussy.

When they had all finished with me I was left on the floor as some of them dressed and made there way downstairs, I could here them thanking my husband and thinking it was me that should be thanking but after the orgasms I’d had I guessed I should be thanking them as well.

I lay on the floor feeling like a total slut and loving it when my husband came over and with my boss and farmer help me to my feet. There was no way I was going to be able to make myself look decent so I asked for my dress and started putting it back on as the guys dressed as well.

That was amazing we all agreed giggling as we sat down to have a last drink while trying to call taxis. “Don’t worry, my sons coming down in his Range Rover and can drop us all off the farmer said. We all went downstairs and jumped in the car, the look on the farmers son was a sight to behold as I jumped in covered in dried cum and ruined make up. Not a word was said as we all got dropped off although the farmers son kept looking at me in the mirror with a dirty grin.

We dropped my boss off and then headed to ours and as we pulled into our gated drive the farmer had fallen asleep in the front. My husband got out and walked to our front door, one second I said and he gave me a knowing grin.

When my husband had gone inside the farmers son helped me out the car asking if what it looked like is what had gone on. I nodded to confirm this making him smile a filthy smile, before he started unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. Time for desert if you've had the a main course already he said as he pushed my head down onto his cock. I bent at the waste and started sucking my sixth cock of the night and it wasn’t long before I felt him flood my mouth with his seed.

I stood up and wiped my mouth before kissing him on the cheek and thanking him for the ride home before tottering into the house waving him off with his dad still asleep in the front seat, I locked the door and walked into the kitchen looking a mess where my husband greeted me with a deep kiss almost as if to taste the farmers freshly deposited cum” wow” is all he could say as we went went upstairs to shower and bed.

After that night I found myself very popular with the older guys in the 41 club but there was never a repeat of that night and to this day I’ve no idea how many people in the village know about the events of that night or the events on the farm….. then again maybe someone reading this knows about which farm it was and will message

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