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Firstly, let me explain a little about Centre Parks. It’s a holiday village in the United Kingdom, where people go on holiday for a few days at a time. It’s an adventure or activity holiday more than anything else. It has the usual restaurants and fast food outlets, but the people who go there mainly cook in their apartments. There is a free swimming pool with river rapids and slides. All in all, it’s a pretty fun place to be and it’s geared up for children of all ages and adults.Now, about me, a friend I know on-line, and her fuck buddy who she meets occasionally for exciting and wild sex.I met Emma on-line. I write stories, sexual ones, and one day we started chatting all about the stories and what we both liked about them. It started with their content, then we chatted about the lust and eroticism that they brought out in us, and before we knew it, I wanted to fuck her and she wanted to fuck me. Emma was horny, lust crazed perhaps. In her words she was a self-confessed slut, but I never held that view of her. She was, after all, just like me. We chatted about everything, and I mean everything. Through all our emails, we had ticked and checked off just about every perversion known to man. We revelled in telling each other stories and often masturbating over them in the confines of our computer room or bathroom; wherever and whenever we had the spare time to be ourselves.I am married, and so is Emma and so is Darren.Darren is Emma’s real life fuck buddy. Emma told me that her husband rarely pays her any attention, sexually that is. So, she met Darren with the sole intention of perking up her sex life. It worked, for both of them. I could never understand how a man could neglect his wife sexually when she had breasts that were as gorgeous as Emma’s. But, I guess we are all different. I am different and Darren obviously thinks like me.Darren and I are both about twenty years older than Emma. She loves older men. Maybe it’s their experience or maybe it’s how their mind works, I never actually asked her for the answer to that question. I didn’t need to. All I knew was that she wanted to fuck me, she wanted to fuck Darren and she wanted all of us to have a threesome. Not in any particular order you understand, just in general.So, how do three individuals living in different parts of the country actually get together to fuck each other. The logistics are astronomically difficult. You have to get three people off work for a day. They have to be in one place, and you have to make the right excuse to your respective partners to allow you to drive many miles for one day without them tagging along. It’s impossible right. Wrong!That’s where Centre Parks comes in.First of all, you bring your partners with you. Secondly, you are all co-located at the same place. The only hard part is getting an afternoon or evening together where our partners were somewhere else. We had all booked a four day break at Centre Parks. All three of us had arranged to meet there, on holiday, but apart from that we had no idea of how things would progress or whether we would manage to get together at all. Well, the other two couples didn’t, but I did. Unbeknown to Emma and Darren, I had already booked the welcome dinner that is held on the first night. I arranged for all of us to sit in close proximity to each other.Emma arrived with her husband and was surprised to find that a welcome dinner had been arranged. Darren and his wife were also surprised and put it down to the generosity of the Organisers; after all they didn’t pay for it.My wife and I were https://escortium.org sat at the table as they both turned up for the dinner, but I was at the bar at the precise moment they arrived. Emma and her husband were first to arrive. Emma sat diagonally across from us, she nodded to my wife as her and her husband sat down at the table.“Hi there,” I said across the table to our newly arrived guests as I placed the two gin and tonics on the table. Her face was a picture.Emma instantly recognised me. We had exchanged enough photos of each other to know what we looked like, but that was the first time we had ever seen each other in the flesh. She looked as attractive as her pictures made her out to be. Her breasts heaved under her tightly fitted blouse. I smiled, knowingly; well, I had seen pictures of them, with her biting her nipple as well.Emma smiled back, but quickly hid her face as her blushes washed over her. Our respective partners were none the wiser. We chatted for a while and several other couples joined the long table. There was just one more couple to come that would sit next to us, and opposite Emma.Emma nearly choked on her drink, when she saw them arrive. I could only imagine what was going through Darren’s mind as he approached the table. They took their place next to us. Darren sat next to my wife, and his wife next to him.I looked up the table and introduced myself. It was the first time I had ever met Darren or seen his face. Emma was the only one there that knew both of us and I could see that she was feeling the pressure. Her face stared straight ahead, reluctant to make eye contact with either of us.The night progressed. We ate, chatted and generally enjoyed each other’s company. Our respective partners also got on well, which was just as well as I had plans for two of them. We chatted about the events and what we all liked to do in our spare time. Emma, Darren and I already knew what we liked doing in our spare time so it was as much for our partner’s sake rather than anyone else’s.Much to my amazement, Darren’s wife mentioned that she would love to participate in one of the spa afternoons. I quickly jumped in with both feet. “I’ve already booked an afternoon spa day for my wife on the Wednesday,” I said, “you could join her, would you like that dear,” I said turning to my wife.Our respective wives got chatting and soon I could see that they were planning on joining each other on the same spa session. I looked at Emma, smiled and thought, one down – one to go.It was a surreal evening, I chatted to Emma like I had known her for ages, yet I couldn’t let on about what I knew. My innuendoes were mild in comparison. I wanted to discuss everything that we had discussed in emails. My conversations with Darren were more normal. I didn’t know him at all and he didn’t know who I was; I knew I was going to get to know him though. Darren knew that I existed, but he didn’t know that the person sitting close to him, was me.Emma on the other hand didn’t know where to look. She knew me and what we discussed, yet she was fucking Darren, and he was sat opposite her making polite conversation so that her husband and his wife remained none the wiser. I was a lot easier to deal with as we had never actually met until now.I realised that it must have been a rather sticky situation, and one that was thrust upon Emma on her first night on holiday. It could be thought of as downright evil, and it was.I offered to get everyone a drink and immediately Emma jumped up and accompanied me to the bar to offer some help with them.“You bastard,” she hissed under her breath, as we left the table behind us.I just laughed, “I’ve enjoyed your company immensely,” I replied, “you’re so lovely to talk to.”“Fuck off!” Came her reply.I looked at her with my head tilted to one side, “Come on,” I smiled, “it’s been fun hasn’t it?”A smile broke out as she bit her lip. “I want to drop to my knees and suck your cock.”“And I want to fuck your pussy and make you squirt – you slut. So go on then, suck my cock, right here,” I replied.“Very funny… So now what? What do we do now?”I ordered a round of drinks comprising of four gin and tonics and two pints of beer. “Well, looks like Wednesday is a good time for us all, My wife and Darren’s wife have paired up on the spa. Do you reckon you can manage to lose your husband for about four hours.”Emma smiled again. ”I’ll let you know.”I was paying for the drinks when Emma turned and faced our table. Her hand dropped to my crotch and she squeezed my cock. After several more grasps of her hand, my cock was embarrassingly stiff; though her eyes were glued on our partners sat at the table. She then picked up some glasses on a small tray and headed for our table, “Come on, follow me,” she said.I couldn’t actually follow her. I waited at the bar until my cock subsided; I pretended to wait for my change, pocketed it and then followed her.Back at the table we chatted and drank some more. Innuendoes flowed a little more freely and I knew that Darren and Emma had some time to chat on their own when Darren offered to buy a round of drinks.Darren came back to the table a changed man. I think he was eventually told who I actually was. There was never any moment when Darren, Emma and myself were left on our own. It was a shame, as it would have been great to have that open conversation about sex.***The days slowly passed, not without some eventful moments. Although we kept ourselves to ouselves most of the time, there were times when our paths crossed. On the next day I found myself in the swimming pool. My wife had just delved down the rapids and I stayed at the top, basking in the hot tub. I saw Emma’s husband head straight for the river rapids too, as soon as he emerged from the indoor area. Emma was nowhere to be seen, until that is, she grabbed my waist tightly from behind. I jumped with fright and then turned to see her there, looking at me with a broad grin on her face. We stepped out of the hot tub and found a secluded spot on the far end of the swimming pool.“Emma, we have about four minutes.”“Better not waste it then.”Emma leapt up and kissed me. We finally snogged on the poolside, our first kiss, our first contact. It was electrifying. I felt her breasts squeeze into me and I could do nothing to stop my hands from cupping them. Emma was in the same state. Her hands were already pulling my cock free from the side of my swimming trunks. It wasn’t the way it was meant to emerge from them, but as it got harder I could see that it was probably the best direction for it to protrude; upwards would have been too obvious. Emma stroked it, teased it. In all honesty I was close to spurting in the pool. I wondered whether they put anything in the water to detect these emissions of people’s sexual exploits. After our four minute grope, Emma left to go back to the hot tub. She had just reached it when her husband found her. I stayed where I was wishing that he would head down the river rapids for a second time. Then my wife came around a corner and clocked me.Fortunately, I had stuffed my cock back inside my trunks, but when she joined me, it was out again and she was stroking it with intent. We also kissed and I hoped she would not detect any scent or smell left by Emma.I was not sure whether Darren and Emma found any time together but I’m sure they did.The day after that I received a text from Emma, ‘All sorted for Wednesday afternoon, who’s room?’It was a question I didn’t know the answer to. I had to think quick about that. I sent a text back, ‘mine. The spa starts at 1pm, see you at say 1:15. Tell Darren 1:30 ;-)’Wednesday couldn’t come fast enough for me.***At 12:45 while I was in the shower, I heard a knock on the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin, ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘Emma’s fucking early and my wife was still getting ready for the spa.’I rushed to grab a towel beating my wife to the door. I opened it and I found myself in front of Darren’s wife.“Hi,” I said apologetically. “I guess it’s not me you’re looking for.”She shook her head. With that my wife appeared by my side and I watched as they both left to go to the spa.I closed the door and returned to the bedroom. I grabbed the KY from my bag and placed it by the side of the bedroom table. A little premature I know, as my wife had often returned a few minutes after leaving the house because she had forgotten something, but I took the chance this time. I prepared the apartment. I closed most of the curtains and puffed up the sofa cushions that took up the whole wall of the lounge area.Another knock on the door; Emma, I thought. I nearly ran to the door to open it; my heart rate had increased ten-fold but it had nothing to do with me running. It was only five past one. She was ten minutes early, but I wasn’t complaining.Emma stood there with her little pink Slazenger bag. I hurried her inside. She dropped the bag down in the passageway and we made our way to the lounge. As soon as we were inside our bodies clashed. We immediately started to kiss, our tongues mingled with the first touch. I was pulling her top up and over her head as quickly as I could. She was desperately trying to cause my towel to fall to the floor; my cock became her ally, as it too assisted the towel to the floor. Emma raised her hands, we broke our kiss for a second and soon her top was off. My hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them together. I unhooked her bra in seconds and she dropped her arms and shrugged the bra off. At last Emma she was naked from the waist up.Her silky-large breasts felt fucking fantastic in my hands. I rolled the palms of my hands over them, paying particular attention to her nipples. It was Emma that had unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the floor, and while stepping out of them, managed to discard her trainers. I wasn’t expecting there to be any knickers and I wasn’t disappointed. My hands roamed over her body, her breasts were my favourite at that precise moment. I let my hands fall to her arse and suddenly that became my favourite resting place and then her pussy. I only touched it slightly but I could tell she was already wet.Emma was doing the same to me. Her hands were around my neck when we started kissing and she replaced them just after her bra was discarded. One of her hands finally found my arse and she started pulling me towards her as I was pinching her nipples; her upper body was swirling from side to side as she dragged her breasts across my chest. Her other hand found my cock and balls.That was the moment I sighed heavily into her mouth and that was the moment I cupped her wet sex. I pushed a finger along her slit as Emma’s hand encircled my cock. We breathed heavily into each other’s mouths; panting as we explored each other.

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