Alright, lads, I’ve been lurking on this forum for ages, getting off on your stories, but now it’s my turn to share. This happened last month, and I’m still reeling. Me and my girlfriend Ellen, both from the UK, took a trip to Amsterdam. Ellen’s 28, a proper curvy goddess, slim waist but with these big, soft tits that spill out of her bras and a fat, juicy arse that jiggles when she walks. She’s a total PAWG, but she’s proper conservative, like, wouldn’t even entertain the idea of me sharing her. Meanwhile, I’ve been wanking to the thought of another bloke having her for years. Never had the balls to bring it up, though.
So, we’re in Amsterdam, soaking up all the filth the city’s got to offer, sex shows, dodgy cinemas, the lot. One night, we’re proper buzzing, hitting a bar after a day of gawking at all the debauchery. Ellen’s tipsy, giggling, her cheeks flushed from the wine. She’s wearing this tight dress that hugs her curves, her tits bouncing every time she laughs. We get chatting with this older bloke, Ian, late 50s, from the UK too. He’s chubby, balding, not exactly a looker, but he’s a laugh, proper charismatic, keeping us entertained with his stories.
We’re all getting on, so we invite him back to our Airbnb for a nightcap. Ellen’s stumbling a bit, her dress riding up her thick thighs as we walk. I’m already getting ideas, my cock twitching at the thought of something happening. When we get to the flat, I tell Ellen to hop in the shower to freshen up. She’s ***** enough not to argue, and while she’s in there, I do something mad, I hide all her clothes. Every last bit, except this thick cotton nightgown that goes almost to her knees. It’s not sexy, but she’s got nothing else, and I know she’ll be naked underneath.
While Ellen’s showering, I’m back in the living room with Ian, pouring more drinks. He’s eyeing the bathroom door, and I can tell he’s into her. “Mate,” I say, leaning in, “you like my girl, don’t you?”
He grins, a bit sheepish. “She’s a proper stunner, Dave. You’re a lucky bastard.”
That’s when I find out Ian’s a masseuse, and my brain goes into overdrive. I get this wild idea. “Bet you give a cracking massage, then,” I say, smirking.
He nods, all confident. “Best you’ll ever have.”
I laugh, egging him on. “Bollocks, mate. I reckon I could give a better one than you any day.”
We go back and forth, proper macho bullshit, until Ellen comes out of the shower. She’s in the nightgown, her wet hair dripping, her nipples poking through the fabric because she’s got nothing on underneath. She looks shy, tugging at the hem, but she sits down with us, and we keep the drinks flowing. I bring up Ian’s massage skills again, and we’re back at it, arguing who’s better. Ellen’s giggling, rolling her eyes, but I can see she’s loosening up. Then I drop the bomb. “Babe,” I say, “why don’t you let us prove it? Two massages, blindfolded, headphones on with music so you can’t tell who’s who. You pick the winner.”
She’s dead against it at first. “Dave, you’re mental,” she says, crossing her arms over her tits. But we keep pushing, Ian chiming in with, “Come on, love, it’s just a bit of fun.”
Maybe it’s the wine, or maybe she’s just too knackered to argue, but she finally agrees, all reluctant. “Fine, but I’m keeping a towel over my bum, and you better not try anything weird.” My heart’s pounding. This is it.
We set her up on the bed, belly down, a towel draped over her arse. She’s got a blindfold on and these big headphones blasting her favorite tunes. She can’t hear or see a thing. I go first, my hands shaking as I pour oil on her back. Her skin’s so soft, all warm from the shower. I work her shoulders, her back, sneaking glances at Ian, who’s sitting there, his eyes glued to her. I’m rock hard already, knowing he’s watching. Slowly, I nudge the towel down, bit by bit, until it’s off completely. Her arse is fucking glorious—two big, creamy cheeks, so round and perfect. Ian’s jaw drops. “Fucking hell, mate,” he whispers, his hand already rubbing his crotch. “That’s a world-class arse.”
I grin, loving it. “Told you she’s a stunner.”
I keep massaging, moving to her legs, bending each one at the knee and spreading them just enough to give Ian a proper view. Her pussy comes into sight, pink and perfect, nestled between her thick thighs. Ian’s practically drooling, stroking himself through his trousers. “Mate, that’s unreal,” he mutters. I’m showing her off like she’s my prize, and it’s driving me wild. I work my hands up her thighs, getting closer to her pussy, my fingers brushing against it lightly. Ellen tenses, but she doesn’t stop me. I keep going, gentle, teasing, until she’s squirming, her breathing heavier. She’s letting me touch her, and I’m losing my mind.
Then I nod to Ian. “Your turn, mate.” He’s out of his chair in a flash, his hands all over her. He’s bolder than me, kneading her arse cheeks, spreading them so he can see her tight little butthole and that gorgeous pussy.
“Fuck, Dave,” he whispers, “she’s perfect.”
I’m watching, my cock throbbing, as he massages her, his fingers lingering on her arse, pulling her cheeks apart. Ellen’s moaning softly now, her hips shifting. Ian’s hands slide down, and he’s touching her pussy, rubbing slow circles. She gasps but doesn’t stop him. He’s in heaven, and I’m just sitting there, loving every second of it.
Then Ian does something I didn’t expect, he strips off. His cock’s massive, way bigger than mine, thick and veiny, rock hard. He’s massaging her again, but now his cock’s brushing against her thighs, her arse, leaving a trail of precum. Ellen’s starting to move, her hand reaching back, feeling for him. When her fingers wrap around his cock, she freezes for a second, then strokes it, like she can’t believe how big it is. Ian groans, and I’m fucking mesmerized. “Go on, mate,” I whisper. “Give her what she wants.”
Ian doesn’t need telling twice. He climbs onto the bed, still massaging her, but now he’s kissing her back, her neck. She’s turning her head, blindfold still on, and he’s kissing her lips, deep and slow. She’s kissing him back, all sensual, her body arching under him. He pulls the headphones off, whispers something in her ear, and she nods, all shy but eager. He spreads her legs wider, his cock nudging against her pussy. She’s so wet, you can hear it as he slides in, slow at first, then deeper. Ellen moans, loud, her hands gripping the sheets. “Oh, God,” she gasps, and Ian’s thrusting now, his big cock stretching her out.
I’m watching, wanking, as he fucks her, all passionate, kissing her like she’s his. Her tits are bouncing, her arse jiggling with every thrust. “You like that, love?” Ian grunts, and she’s nodding, whimpering, “Yes, yes.” He’s got her legs up now, pounding her deep, his balls slapping against her. She’s coming, screaming, her whole body shaking. Ian’s not far behind, pulling out and shooting thick ropes of cum all over her arse, her back. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
After, Ellen’s lying there, all flushed and sweaty, the blindfold off now. She looks at me, half-embarrassed, half-turned on. Ian’s grinning, pulling his clothes back on. “You’ve got a keeper there, Dave,” he says, winking. He leaves, and Ellen and I don’t talk about it, but the sex we have after is fucking electric. I’m hooked, lads. I want more.
