I was recently involved in a nice sexy gang bang.
It was organized by my elder lover Frank, following a sexy discussion with me.
He placed an advert in a local newspaper advertising a lingerie party for men looking to buy gifts for their wives at Valentines.
He said in the advert that an evening of demonstrations of glamour wear could be organized within the comfort and privacy of their own home, for men looking to buy their wives and sweethearts something sexy.
Saving the men any trips to department stores and also allowing them the opportunity to physically see the goods displayed before buying them.
He had several replies and responses before settling on and organizing a night with a married guy called Dave.
It was agreed with Dave on the phone that a few male friends could be invited along as well. Frank ensuring that he asked for discretion and that the friends could all be vouched for and trusted.
Dave duly organized for a further three of his workmates to attend. I beleive he worked in a local factory as some kind of department supervisor.
Frank and Mike added to my collection of lingerie sets by buying me a couple of new pairs of high heels, one black and one white, a new basque and suspender set, two pairs of new silk stockings and a matching bra and pantie set.
Having been terribly excited by the idea and been in a state of high arousal for the days leading up to the event, the night finally arrived.
We arrived at 730 pm on a Tuesday evening, Frank carrying a suitcase which contained my lingerie demonstration outfits.
Dave's home was in a well off area of Glasgow, a nice semi detached house, in a nice quiet estate.
We had decided to travel a little distance so that the chance of anyone knowing me or Frank would be diminished.
We were greeted at the door by a tall, distinguished man, about 35 yrs of age. Once inside we were shown into the living room and introduced to the other men present.
I had worn a smart business suit, black knee length skirt and white blouse with my new patent black high heels.
All the men seemed to be of an age, mid to late thirties or early forties.
All rather normal looking, with average bodies from what I could tell at first glance.
Frank was quickly offered a beer and I accepted a glass of wine. The guys had obviously had a couple of drinks already. We then chatted for a little bit.
The chat was very convivial with Frank answering questions over the nature of his little business.
He told them he could get cut price lingerie, panties, bras etc via contacts he had made having been in the trade for many years and now being retired.
I was introduced as his model for the evening and a previous work colleague.
I noticed the admiring glances I was getting from all the men as we sat chatting and couldn't help crossing my legs a couple of times to give them a couple of teasing glimpses of my legs.
I was aware of my ever dampening fanny, and of the more than interested looks I was already getting from these guys.
After the drink I was shown upstairs to one of the bedrooms to change whilst Frank engaged in some business patter.
I emerged after five minutes having changed into a white satin basque, white seamed stockings, white high heels and a tiny pair of see through white knickers.
I had, as usual, shaved my pussy earlier in the evening, whilst fantasizing about what may happen.
My thoughts were drifting back to Mike, my husband and of how I adored him, yet loved being the 'unfaithful' slut wife at times too.
The conversation in the living room halted abruptly as I entered.
There was an audible intake of breath as I paraded into the room, feeling increasingly turned on as I displayed myself in front of these total strangers.
Frank played his part magnificently, continuing the sales patter brilliantly and remaining calm, cool and collected as I strutted around displaying myself and the lingerie.
I wantonly paraded around the room, then spying a dining chair I sat down spreading my legs slightly, giving them all a glimpse of my shaved pussy through the thin material of my knickers.
I then engaged in some further posing as Frank talked about the material, the height of my heels and the see through nature of the gusset of my panties.
I was now getting wetter and wetter at the whole experience and the fact that I was receiving some extremely admiring glances.
I bent over, touching my high heels, letting the guys get a great view of my arse and of my legs.
I again then sat down, this time in one of the armchairs. Then once again I spread my legs, wider this time, and for much longer.
The thin material of my panties was beginning to creep up my wet cunt hole and the see through gusset was showing signs of clear dampness.
With a final show twirl, I turned and made my way upstairs to change into the next lingerie set. My trembling legs barely supporting me, such was my state of sexual arousal.
My departure started some intense chatter between the men. I listened intently at the top of the stairs as the guys talked.
"Did you see the arse on that!" one of the men could be heard saying.
"See it! I'd love to fuck the arse of it!" came the crude reply.
