Continued from Katie and Paul Part 5...
It was the day after the Hen Party, a Sunday. Paul had picked me up from Claire's earlier after I'd spent the night. I'd seen his eyes perk up when he saw Claire at her home.
"So, how was last night then?" he asked inquisitively.
"Pretty normal average night, from what I can remember," I replied.
"Yeah, whatever!" he said, laughing. "None of you got up to anything?"
Paul knew I'd tell him. We told each other everything, it's what made us a great couple. If something was bothering either of us, we'd talk calmly and work out a solution.
"I know we drank lots, I lost count of how many places we went in, oh, and we ended up in that dirty men's club."
Paul knew exactly where I was referring to.
"So there were some filthy antics then after all?" he grinned as he said it.
"Well Alison, the bride-to-be, was dirty dancing with a guy so raunchily that they looked like they were fucking without taking their clothes off, and I may well have stripped down to my undies and pole danced for most of the club. A normal average night like I said."
"You left your undies on, that was quite conservative of you," Paul exclaimed.
I continued, "And to top the night off, I slept in Claire's bed with both of us naked all night."
"Way to make me jealous, you know I've fancied Claire for ages," he teased.
"You and everyone else who's ever met her!"
We arrived home and Paul couldn't wait to get his hands all over me. We had about two hours of full and oral sex our favourite way, bringing each other close to orgasm but then stopping. Paul had a signal for when he couldn't hold out much longer and was going to come, to either tap me on the shoulder or hip, depending on what position we were in.
We'd ended up in the bedroom, which made a change for us. Paul lay on the bed with his feet dangling off the bottom edge, and I stood on the floor and lowered myself onto him. Paul always likes me in the reverse cowboy position, and this leaves me hands-free. I used them to alternate between pulling at my nipples or playing with my clit. Paul tapped my hip which was my cue to rub faster. Paul came just has my orgasm ripped through my body and I screamed out really loudly, my orgasm forcing me to clamp my pussy on his cock, until he had completely filled me with his load.
As my body relaxed I thought I'd seen a flash of light. I hadn't noticed when we came into the bedroom, but Paul had opened both of our full-length windows. Surely our neighbours must have heard me coming. I saw another flash of light and realised where it was coming from. Geoff's house.
I eased myself off Paul and sauntered onto our balcony. Paul lifted himself up onto his arms to watch. I looked down towards Geoff's house, just as he took another picture. He wasn't happy with just watching and masturbating now, he'd upgraded to photos too. I looked straight at him, dropped my gaze slightly, and saw his big fat cock staring at me. My pussy tingled looking at it. I casually waved at Geoff, he was dumbstruck but waved back. I could feel Paul's load about to drip out of me, so I turned so my arse was facing Geoff, and showed him my creampie.
I went and wiped myself off, and went back to lying on the bed next to Paul.
"Oh, I need to show you a website," I told Paul. "Claire showed it to me this morning."
"You trying to make me jealous again?" asked Paul. He started laughing, "Or do you mean she showed you the website this morning?"
He got up and wandered to his office, and returned with his laptop. He opened up the web browser and handed it over to me. I typed in the web address, found the Pizza Girl profile, and showed him the pictures. He instantly knew it was me, and when they were taken, even before seeing the profile name.
"Everything is anonymous, so nobody can tell it is me," I told him.
I explained in detail how Claire had told me how the website works, and how they'd found out about it.
"Why do Claire and Pete go on there, to leave comments?" Paul said.
"You'll like this bit," I told him, finding their profile. I clicked on the name and handed the laptop back to him.
"Holy shit, she's fucking beautiful," he blurted out. He wasn't lying, as his cock twitching like mad had told me what he thought of seeing her naked.
"I need to tell you something else, I know you won't tell anyone," I said.
I clicked on the comment on their profile that Claire had shown me, then explained about the building. Paul knew where I meant. I told him, in great detail, about their Gloryhole experience, and their previous public escapades. When I got to the part about Claire taking that big black cock up her, and Pete allowing it, I stroked his cock for him. Paul's cock jerked in my hand, I really thought he was going to come again.
He looked shocked. "I thought they had a no fucking others agreement like us?" He asked.
"Well Pete basically told her the chances of her ever getting a chance to fuck a twelve-inch cock were very slim, and he was there recording, so he relented and agreed. I think that was very good of him, to be honest."
"So are you saying that if you get the chance to fuck a big cock, you'd want me to be okay with it?" he asked.
"Not really, I wouldn't go out of my way to find one especially. Put it this way, if you had the chance to fuck someone who made your cock erect in seconds, I'd allow it. Like Claire for instance."
His cock twitched again just mentioning her name.
"You'd let me fuck Claire?" he asked.
"If I was there, yes. And of course, if Claire said yes too," I replied.
He lay there thinking about it and then smiled.
"Ok, as long as we don't go out of our way to find someone else, and we're there at the time, it's worth thinking about," he said.
"I have an idea," I told him. "How about if I phone around the girls, and see if they want to come over for drinks tonight. Claire won't say no, as Pete is away anyway, she may even stay over."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Well I've shown off to your friends, maybe you could 'accidentally' show off to mine now," I giggled.
Paul agreed, but wouldn't tell me what his plan for the evening was. He asked if Claire would definitely come over, and would I need to sweet-talk her. I then told him as she'd poured out her sexy secrets to me, I'd also told her about Paul's friends, the train journey and Sarah from the shoe shop, Geoff and his massive cock and my dildo show, and finally about the pizza delivery itself. I left out the part about the fancy dress party. We spoke about everything, but that taboo subject was out of bounds.
"Have you tried logging into the profile?" Paul asked. He'd been reading the comments.
"No," I said. "He must have set up the account, hence the name. Paul clicked on the login section, typed Pizza Girl for the username, and pizzagirl for the password. It worked. Paul smirked. He clicked to change the password and did so. Now the driver wouldn't be able to access it.
"You go and phone the girls, I'm going to look through some pictures and video and see if I can find some more pictures to upload."
I left him to it and went to phone around. Claire said she'd be up for it, and she couldn't wait to see Paul in the flesh again. Those exact words, I hadn't even told her what we'd planned and her answer seemed like she had read my mind. She also agreed to sleep over to save going home alone. Alison, the bride to be, agreed to come also, she didn't have work the next day. Her friend Beth who had also been at the hen party with us would join us, she'd phone her to tell her. A few of the others cried off due to still feeling drunk from the night before, but Becky also agreed to come. She was Alison's workmate. Five girls in all, I hoped Paul had a special treat for them. Alison, Beth, and Becky all lived close to each other, but on the opposite side of the city from Claire, so they'd make their way over separately.
Paul turned the laptop towards me. He'd uploaded six new pictures, all from the train journey. It will put a new perspective to the profile, seeing you with an old man, he explained. My pussy tingled awaiting the comments to that set.
"Are you sure you'd be ok with me sleeping with Claire?" Paul asked. He'd timed asking me on purpose seeing me squirm with excitement looking at the new uploads.
"Sure, we've agreed," I told him. "Actually, I have an even better idea. You can fuck any of the girls tonight, as long as it's just tonight, on one condition."
He looked shocked at my suggestion. His twitching cock said otherwise. "What condition?" he asked.
"I'm booking our holiday abroad this year. Three weeks. find out from work when you can get the time off, and I'll book it."
"You only want to book our holiday? What's the catch?" he asked.
"Not telling, you'll have to wait and see!" I exclaimed.
I needed to do my research on where the best nudist beaches would be and to keep it a surprise from Paul.
