I was just 20 in the early 1990s & went to my mate, Dave B's house (Lancashire) about 8pm expecting him to be in (long pre-mobiles), but it turned out Dave had decided to go to Blackpool overnight. The family was so friendly & welcoming that, from our younger years, as Dave's mates, we were allowed to knock, shout 'anyone in' and walk into Mr & Mrs B's house.

Having entered the hallway, I opened the living room door and got the shock of my life.

I burst in & saw an orgy in full-swing and they were all older people I had come to fancy as attractive, confident adults - I fancied the husbands, as well as the wives, though I'd kept quiet about my growing bisexual attraction. When I looked, I saw Dave's parents, Madge & Johnny (late 40s) involved in 69, as were Tony & Chrissie (mid-30s), & Carl & Glenys (same age) while Maggie & Eric (early 50s) were involved in mutual wanking.

They were ashen when they saw me. I was betroot and not exactly a man of the world, & not half as experienced, truth to tell. They all looked at me & then each other, and, after what seemed an eternity, Madge said: "We need to play him." And, Johnny asked, "Wonder if he likes girls or boys?" And Maggie added: "One way to find out." Terrified, bashful, naive but secretly horned-up by the sight of eight attractive practically naked people, I froze when the 4 husbands grabbed me and spreadeagled me, pinning me to the floor, each bloke had an arm or a leg. To whoops of delight, Madge straddled me and started undoing my belt, trouser button and zip - she'd clearly had experience of initiating younger guys at the factory where she worked with Chrissie, Glenys & Maggie. Pinned by the husbands, the wives proceeded voraciously to strip me - shoes, shirt, kecks were tossed in the air and the ladies laughed at my terrible taste in underpants. Madge, all of 5 foot nothing, shouted, "He needs to be liberated from these undies," and ripped em off good and proper. The ladies & their husbands laughed even more when they saw underneath a black posing pouch and they momentarily released their grip. I instinctively tried to head for the door when Tony & Carl blocked my way. Carl said, 'Mate, yer can't go outside like that' as they all laughed, and he pushed me back towards the ladies. The husbands were laughing and still horned up at the sight of their wives in sexy crotchless panties chasing me round the room in a vain attempt to escape their clutches & in nothing but a thong. Eric shouted, 'Go on, get him girls. Do your thing'. Cornered and pulled to the floor, inevitably, Madge straddled me again and made a great play of ripping of my thong to reveal a proud member. It was the stiffest, I'd ever been.

The rest of the session was a blur but there were hands all over me and each of the husbands had a feel of my cock and balls & got me to suck theirs. Each of the ladies made me pleasure their juicy pussies until they came and each took it in turns to womanhandle my cock and balls manually and orally. Madge even measured my cock and, with whoops of delight and general laughter, shouted, '7", not bad." She took a polaroid dick pic as proof & to show her mates. She added, 'I think it's time for a happy ending' and the husbands looked on while Madge sucked me while making me lick her out again and the other wives were feeling my full balls and Johnny was playing with my nipples. Sensing a spunk tsunami in a sex-starved, young, throbbing cock, Madge took me expertly in hand and had me spraying spunk all over to the cheers of all the other party goers.

When I'd recovered, Madge handed me back my underpants but said she was keeping my thong as a trophy. Pleasured and exhausted, I got dressed and just before I left, Madge, teasingly and assertively, said in front of everyone, patting my backside like I were her plaything: "You've been a very lucky lad. And if you want to join in again, you keep yer mouth shut and turn up same time next week, boy. Also, remember, I've got yer thong and yer dick pic. (She had dick pics of all the men she ever helped to strip). Now run along and leave the grownups to get down to some serious business that you rudely interrupted."

As she walked me to the front door, Madge, winked and whispered: 'At some point, I will want you on your own. When I tell you to come, you do so, AND you will do everything I tell you to do. Wear another thong next time, but I well get you some decent, sexy, underpants that are worth ripping off you.' I whispered, 'Yes, Mrs B, whatever you say, Madg... er, Mrs B.'

Thank Goddess for sexy, dom older ladies.

Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing this wank fantasy loosely based on people who I knew when younger and who continue to shape my fantasies big style. Happy to hear from anyone turned on by this scenario and would LOVE to go this kind of party.