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the fun, so I wriggled below him to tantalise his balls with my tongue. The sensation of the two swirling tongues was clearly too much for any man to take, he started breathing very heavily and warning us,
    “Girls...girls...I can’t stand this much longer! What do you want from me?”
    Although it was my birthday, I knew that it had been so long since my best friend had felt a man’s cock inside of her, so I altruistically declared,
    “You're going to fuck Ana and then me.”
    They both looked at me soberly for a second, checking that I wasn’t just speaking in a frenzied moment of madness.
    “Are you sure baby?” he double-checked, running a hand tenderly through my hair.
    “You heard me!” I reiterated, authoritatively.
    They needed no further encouragement. Within seconds Ana was on her hands and knees, ready for him to take her from behind. I positioned myself on the bed, so that Ana’s face could be in direct line with my insatiable pussy. She needed no other hint, getting straight to work on my clitoris with that skilled tongue of hers. As my husband fucked my best friend, they both screamed out in a combination of physical ecstasy and psychological thrill at what was going on. I quickly pulled her face back to my soaking pussy; I couldn’t let her stop. The sight of her pleasuring me was clearly too much for him to take; he warned us,
    “I can’t hold out much longer, what shall I do?”
    Ana didn’t wait for my reply; she intervened.
    “Make your wife come, that’s what you should do!”
    With that we switched positions and Ana watched as my husband and I made frantic love, spurred on by her tight vigilance as she played with herself simultaneously.
    “I’m going to come...now!” he exploded, pulling out of me.
    Ana and I dipped down to his erupting member, feeling his explosion over our faces and our tongues. We were so caught up in desire, that all we could think about was how to get more, so we took it in turns to suck at his glistening cock.
    When we were totally spent, I declared,
    “I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like getting cleaned up. Who’s for a bath?”
    With that I ran another steamy bath, going downstairs to bring a couple of extra wine glasses. We chatted, drank and giggled well into the early hours of the morning, letting the clean water wash away all of our sins. It was by far one of the most memorable birthdays I had ever had.

 
     
    Diamonds, Casinos and Handsome Young Men
     
     
    We’d been sailing for just a couple of weeks and the monotony had already set in. I could feel myself being dragged deeper and deeper into this sinking sensation with the passage of each day; I felt there was quicksand under my perfectly manicured stilettoed feet and at any time I might go under. Wasn’t this every woman’s dream? I asked myself this question time and time again. To be sailing on a luxury cruise-liner, carelessly whiling away the long languid days and being brazenly seduced by the glittering allure of the casino nights. I contemplated these profound questions, staring deep into my gin and tonic, looking for some non-existent tea-leaves to point me towards my destiny, for I was sure I’d taken a wrong turn somewhere.
    “If you cross my palm with silver, I’ll reveal your future,” were the words humming at me from a low-pitched voice and accompanied by a conspiratorial wink. It was the bar-tender, interrupting my deep reverie and bringing me back to our floating reality. He was stereotypically tall, dark and handsome and the way he walked affirmed that he most certainly knew it. I decided to play along and I pushed a couple of coins resting on the bar towards him.
    “Your palm, Ma’am, if you please,” he said dramatically. I turned my bejewelled hand around so that my palm was up facing. Now he leant over the bar slightly, holding my diamond and emerald-adorned fingers carefully, clearly accustomed to wealth. I could smell his recently showered freshness and