.It was a Saturday night and we were supposed to go for clubbing. We? I meant to say, me, my gf and Pooja. As she was single. It was almost 8.30pm whe...n my gf called me and told me that she can’t make it today as some unexpected guest have come. I felt so bad as I’m a party freak. I called Pooja and told her how disappointed I was with this. She felt bad and then she suddenly said let’s go to the party..I asked her how can we? She isn’t coming.. She said Didi nahi aayi toh kya hua? Sali toh. I scream in pleasure, but it is muffled by the strong cock in my mouth. I can barely support myself on my hands and knees, my body is weakened by the orgasm. Suddenly, I feel the other men gathering around and hands grabbing me, lifting me, carrying me to the ottoman in front of my husband in his easy chair. I am so weak from my shattering orgasm that I cannot resist, even if I wanted to. They lay me on it and immediately I feel two cocks rubbing my cheeks and lips. I hear my husband groan as I. This time I tried to enjoy it more, going slowly as I watched the Countess begin rubbing the cum flowing into her tub all over her body. I stroked myself slowly, then faster. Again, I unleashed a torrent of my seed into the now-slimy runnel. As I watched, the Countess’s tub filled with semen just as I might fill a bucket with water. The Countess appeared to almost be in some kind of fugue state, furiously shoving cum covered fingers in and out of her honey pot — and even her other hole! Once. I’m an artist, a painter and I’ve been good friends with Zane and Jade during most of the eight years that we’ve lived next to each other. I paint and draw from a variety of live models; women mostly, but also a few young men and one guy in particular, whose portrait I’ve drawn and painted very successfully several times over the last two years. His name is Ulrich and I count him as a friend too, but he comes into this story later.The day after Loretta’s arrival was a Saturday and I got a knock.