A dark muff lay shrouded under white cotton, the faint depression of her pussy’s lips barely visible. My stick throbbed in my lap. I became mad...with lust. The parade continued, one woman after another, beauti- ful and plain, tall and short, thin as a willow and big as an ox, undressing, dressing, smiling, frowning, in two’s and even three’s, woman after woman after woman. My cock ached, my balls wanted to burst, my mouth felt dry. I may have passed out for an indeterminable. “You naughty girl.” It was Jack. “What have you got in your butthole?” “It’s only a toy, son. Not as nice as the real thing.” “That sounds like an invitation.”I could feel him turn and twist the plug and was glad I still had some lubrication inside me. To try and help he spat on me but I then felt him stretch to the side of the bed where the bottle of lub had been placed. It felt lovely and cool as he smeared the gel round my butthole and the plug. He began easing it in and out. I. There is such a small wall of flesh between cunt and bum, it is such an erotic feeling when there is activity in both. I pulled his mouth, as hard as I could against my cunt and in no time at all I shuddered to a wonderful climax. We both stood and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him hard, tasting my cunt juice which was all over his face. ‘That was lovely’ I said, ‘we must do it again sometime’ he said, ‘maybe’ I said.When I saw my husband later I whispered to him, ‘Guess what?’ he. But I had to weigh the factor of how much trouble I might get in if we were caught. Would I been as a hero of sorts that I got to fuck this famous musical personality or be considered a whimp that I allowed a once in a lifetime opportunity to fly out the window. "Let's go," I finally said after a brief suspenceful silence. Sinead took my hand a we headed for her dressing room. The moment she locked the door she was on her knees opening my pants, liberating my cock and hungrily took it into.