I went down stairs and said, “What was that all about?” She denied she had said it. Well to cut a long story short there was an almighty row. Things got very much out of hand over the next few days and for everyone’s sake we had to sit down and talk about it quietly. She admitted she had lied to me. Yes they did come in the house, only for a coffee and a chat she said. I told her there must be more to it but she started getting angry and tearful again so I left it. Until, a few months later when they had gone, I raised the subject again. . The incident had nagged at me, but trying to stay good humoured I told my wife in bed that I bet they really fancied her. I told her I was only mad that she had lied to me. It was OK if they came round for a coffee and chat. “Bet you liked the attention though ” I suggested. She relaxed a bit and said she felt flattered by the whistles she got in the garden. “So how did you get chatty with them?” I asked.
“When I was in the garden, hanging out the washing, (having two young girls that was often) they wolf whistled at me from the next door bedroom window,” she said. I got a picture in my head of my wife in the garden and immediately got a hard on. Then, short skirts were in fashion and my wife was sometimes a bit careless bending over. No wonder they whistled. ” Did you flash your panties? ” I asked. She was shocked. ” It’s OK, I said, “I’m not going to get angry. The thought of you flirting when I’m at work is quite a turn on. After all, you must get bored now the girls are at college.”
In truth, at that time my feelings were mixed up, jealously, angry she had lied and worried that she had been unfaithful. Yet I couldn’t quite understand why I also felt sexually turned on at the same time. “Well, I suppose they would have seen my panties sometimes.” she said. ” You mean you know you did,” I said. Re-assuring her that it was quite a turn on hearing about it she was more forthcoming…but still hiding something. “Did you flash for them intentionally?” I asked. She nodded. “Tell me about it”
“When I went into the garden, hanging out the washing, I knew they were looking at me from an upstairs window. So I bent over the wash basket more than I needed to, so my dress would ride up. Sometimes I stretched up for the washing line knowing my short summer dresses would finish up nearly to my waist. I could hear them whisper to each other in hushed tones.” My cock got very hard and my heart beat faster. “Carry on,” I said. She looked nervous. “They started coming into the next garden so they could chat over the fence. I could feel them eyeing me up. I suppose they wanted a closer look.”
“Did they get one?” I asked. She looked down sheepishly and nodded. “So they were looking over the fence chatting while you worked and you treated them by bending over to show your underwear?”
“Yes” she admitted reluctantly, “I made it look accidental, didn’t do it blatantly.”
Trying to remain calm, I asked her how they started “visiting”. “One day they told me that the water had been turned off and they couldn’t have a drink. I invited them round for a coffee. It was all innocent really, they started coming round often in their coffee-break and staying for a chat”
“How many of them?” I asked. “Sometimes three, but one worked in other houses.
“Let me picture this” I said. “Three men who you’d been flashing your knickers to were now alone with you in the house. Did that make you excited?” She looked down again. “Did you bend over for them in the house?” She never answered. “Come on,” I said “Don’t spoil things by lying now.” She started to look upset. “Yes,” she quietly answered. “What did you do?” said I, trying to stop shaking. Not with anger, but with incredible sexual excitement. “They sat at the kitchen table, I pretended to carry on with my jobs so I had an excuse to bend over. Sometimes I sat across from them and let them see up my dress. All my clothes are very short so it wasn’t hard.” I couldn’t hold back any longer. One hand went round her while the other went up her skirt. ” So they could see your panties from the front, right between your legs. And you did it all intentionally, wanting to turn them on. You’ve made my cock very hard, tell me more.” She breathed heavily as I put my hand inside her pants. “What else did you do?” I whispered.
She closed her eyes and put her head down on my shoulder. “Is thinking about it turning you on?” I asked. “Hmm, a bit,” she said. ” If I wore a skirt usually I had on a low cut top. Some are quite tight, bit too small really. When I put the coffee on the table they looked down my front.”
“So you knew they were coming round – did you dress in shortest or lowest cut on purpose, to show more.”
“Yes,” she avoided looking up “It sounds bad.”
“Its OK carry on,” I said gently.
” I have some dresses that I wouldn’t wear outside because they have got too small or short. Same with tee – shirts and tops. Some dresses are too flimsy, see through them. I put them on when I knew they were coming round. One only just covered my bum. The tops made my nipples stick out.”
” What about your panties, did you pick the most see through or sexiest.”
“Might as well tell you, yes I did, I took the girls to college and on my way home I usually saw one of the men and they asked if it was OK to come round later. Then I came home and changed into something more revealing and sexier to turn them on and give them a show. I checked in the mirror to see how much I was showing. And yes I chose little panties.” She was having an outburst of honesty. Hope she doesn’t stop now I thought.
“Did you wear the panties you bought to liven up our sex life. The ones that are so small and see through you may as well have none on. And those sexy red ones?”
“Yes,” she answered, “They got a good view when I sat across from them and let my legs fall open.”
“What did they say?”
“Nothing” she said, I could see they were turned on by the bulges in their pants and how they looked uneasy. “And you also was turned on?” I asked. “Yes. My nipples get hard when I’m feeling sexy; I could see them looking as we talked. Their eyes went from between my legs to my bosom.”
Not wishing to push her too fast I asked a casual question. “It must have been obvious to them you had changed clothes.”
“Yes they knew, it seemed like a game at the time. They would sit and drink their coffee and chat and I would give them a little show. Like reaching up to a high shelf above them so they could see all the front of my knickers – some of my dresses are that short. Bending down right in front of them, knowing my pants hardly covered my bum and where very transparent anyway. Sat so all three of them could see up my skirt and letting my legs fall apart. Hitching it up a bit before I sat down so it would ride up more and give them a better view. One day I pretended not to notice that my skirt was higher than my crotch when I was sat down. They could see everything.”
“Did you open your legs as well?”
“Yes” she said. ” I let them casually swing to each side. To let the men see my pussy. Sometimes we sat chatting like that for 20mins or more, just letting them enjoy the view. I fucked her 3 times that night.
Over the next couple of days I couldn’t concentrate on my work. I had an irresistible urge to rush home and ask her more questions. The mental images caused me to go to the bathroom and masturbate like crazy. I pictured my wife sat in our kitchen, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her legs wide open, her nipples sticking out from her shirt. Three men with very hard cock’s looking at her pussy through see though panties. Did she wear the flesh coloured “nude effect ” ones I wondered? They must have gone further, have wanted to touch her, feel her tits, touch her pussy. My God! She must have wanted them to. She dressed up for them, bent over for them, thought about how hard their penis’s where. They must have made a pass at her. Did she want any, or all of them to make a pass at her? How far did they really go?
I could hardly wait for a chance to find out. My wife pulled away and turned her back on me, shifting to the far side of the bed. “What’s up?” I asked. We had started to indulge in a spot of foreplay and I had suggested she tell me more about her visits from the builders. “Nothing else happened,” she claimed. “It was just a bit of fun.”
“Sure it was,” I said, sarcastically. “Come on, do me a favour! Your showing all you’ve got and three red-blooded men don’t take it further. You bent over for them and made it obvious you were giving them a show. That’s why they started talking to you in the first place. And you tell me they didn’t make a pass at you. I hate it when you lie. Just tell me the truth.”
“You’re just looking for an excuse to make trouble,” she mumbled. “So that’s why you won’t tell me?” I responded quickly. “Something did happen then?” “OK, I messed about with them a bit,” she said. “It was just a bit of flirting. I liked the attention they were giving me.”
My heart beat faster. Messed about with “them”, she said. She had let them all touch her. Whilst they was all in the same room I wondered. Or did she go into another room or upstairs with them individually. Surely not, no not my wife. But she said messed about with “them.” “Tell me, how did they first make a pass at you?” I said quietly.
“Well,” she said hesitantly, “After a while, I knew they were getting more and more turned on. Each day when they came round they started to make more comments about how nice I looked. I think they were a bit shy about making a move. They must have talked about it to each other. I loved the attention. After having two kids it made me feel good that I could still turn men on.
Then one day, when they had sat in the kitchen I felt a hand on my leg from behind. My skirt was slowly pulled up and the man said, “Lets see what colour you’re wearing today.” I remember, he sounded very nervous and the others forced a giggle. No-one said anything for a few seconds, as though they were waiting for my re-action.”
“And what was your reaction?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said, sheepishly, ” I just stayed still. Then he pulled my skirt higher – to my waist. I heard them starting to breathe heavily. They were just as nervous as me.” She gave a little laugh. “Then one said, “That looks nice, blue panties.” The man holding my skirt slowly turned me round and asked if it was OK if they looked from the front. He put his arm round my waist and held my skirt up. Then he kissed me.
They were scared of going any farther and tried to laugh it off as a joke. It was a bit tense and they drank their coffee then went back to work.”
“You said messed with them. What happened with the others?”
“Did I?” she said.
“Come on! Don’t make it hard work. Just be truthful.” I pleaded.
“That had sort of broke the ice,” she continued. “The next day they said that they hoped I wasn’t annoyed about having a laugh pulling my skirt up. I shook my head. Look!” she said suddenly. “Are you sure you’re not out to cause trouble and hold this against me?”
“No, it’s fine,” I answered. ” I just want to know the truth. Anyway I’ve told you, It turns me on hearing about it.” I moved closer to her and put my hand on her breast, fondling her nipple. “Carry on.”
“I made them a drink, the atmosphere felt different, then when I walked passed the man who had kissed me he pulled me on his knee. He said that I was working too hard and should sit down. The chat was normal and casual but my skirt had ridden up when I sat down and to keep balance I had to spread my legs open. I was facing the other two men. The one whose knee I sat on said his friends had a good view. I nodded. That seemed to turn him on, he started to kiss me – and his hand went to where yours is now.”
“He played with your tits?” “Yes,” she breathed out when she answered. ” And his mates watched, and you kept your legs open giving them a good view?” “Yes,” she breathed again. “And you was very turned on and let them go further?” “Oh God!” she said, “what have I started?” “Did you?” I demanded “Yes,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry.” “Carry on telling me.” It was almost a command.
“One of the other men stood up and said doesn’t he get a kiss too. I kept sat on the first man’s knee and he carried on playing with my tits, I let the other one kiss me. They both felt my tits and kissed me for a while then they said it was only fair to give their friend a turn. They moved me across to his knee and pulled my skirt right up. Instead of sitting me sideways they pulled my leg apart so I straddled him. Oh God! I could feel his cock bulging out of his pants between my legs. Then he kissed me and the others kept my skirt up and touched my bum. They all had turns feeling my tits. I couldn’t help wiggling about. I could feel his cock pressing against me.”
“Did they get your tits out or take your top off?” I asked. “No,” I didn’t let them go any farther.”
“That’s not true is it?” I accused.
“No,” she admitted. “OK it’s not, but they didn’t that time.”
Listening to my wife using words like tits and pussy was new to me. She was, as I’ve mentioned, very shy. To her that was crude language. My cock had slipped into her and I started to fuck her slowly. “Has talking about it turned you on?” I asked. “A bit,” she said. Then she moved faster. “Thinking about those cocks has got me excited,” she whispered. “Did you get to play with those cocks?” I asked. “Please, no more questions,” she begged. “Just fuck me!”
A few nights later I’d been out having a few beers. Not really being a drinking man I was in quite a happy mood when I got home. I poured myself a large whiskey then sat and reflected on things. My wife was going to make me work for every detail. But why? How did I really feel about my wife performing for these other men? Wonder if she had others as well? Or was it true anyway. I remembered what I’d heard in the garden. I knew that much was true. So why won’t she just tell me the full story? How bad was it?
Thinking about it just brought images to my minds eye. By the time I was halfway down the glass my cock was hard. To hell with it! I was going upstairs to bed. Not to sleep, but to wake her up and make her tell me. The drink was having a strange effect.
“What are you doing?” she said as I turned her to face me.
“I want you to tell me about the builders – while I fuck you,” I said. I forced open her legs and slid my cock inside her. “Don’t, your drunk,” she protested. “No I’m just feeling very turned on. I want to know all the details.” “Why are you obsessed with details, I can’t remember everything. You’re trying to catch me out.” “Tell me I want to know,” I demanded. By now she was moving with me and breathing heavier. “Come on, tell me,” I coaxed.
“I’ve told you,” she said, with that same heavy breathing voice she had a few nights before. “I let them kiss me and play with my nipples though my tee-shirt.” “You admitted it was more than that,” I said, gently thrusting my cock into her. “Tell me and give me a turn on.”
“One day they came round and I was wearing a dress that buttoned all the way down the front,” she said. “I took turns sitting on their knees as had become the habit” “You did that every day?” I asked, my heart pounding. “Yes, I let them take turns kissing me and touching me.” “Had you touched their cocks?” I asked. “Just let me tell you my way,” she snapped.
“They were scared to go further in front of each other. They didn’t know how far they could push me. We were all nervous. It was like I had a different world during the day, my private world. I suppose I wore that dress on purpose, I wanted them to go farther. I sat on their knees and wiggled about so I could feel their cocks go hard. Then one unfastened my dress. It was the first time they had seen so much of my tits. My bra was a bit flimsy. He put his hand on my tits and pulled my bra up. The others gasped. He started to suck my nipples.” She stopped talking waiting for my reaction. I was trying not to come!
“Go on, carry on!” I mumbled. “I looked at the others while they watched me having my tits sucked. It was an incredible turn on. One of them stood up and finished unfastening my dress so it fell apart. He put his hand on my cunt.” Jesus! What did she say? “I let him rub me. His hand was outside my panties and I felt them getting very wet. He knelt down and kissed my belly while his fingers worked on me. The third one, trying to join in came to the side of me bent over and kissed me.”
“They then stood me up and kissed and played with my nipples. I felt a hand go in the top of my pants. I felt fingers inside me, touching just the right spot.”
“Did you touch them too?” I whispered. “Yes,” she admitted almost inaudibly. “I let my hand be guided to rubbing a cock through his trousers.” “Did he get it out – or you?” “I did,”she admitted. “When the others saw, they got their cocks out too. I wanked their cocks while they fingered me and sucked my tits. I pushed my hips forward against their hands.”
“Did you make them come?” I was about to myself! “Yes, they let their spunk come in my hand and on my belly.” “Did you come too?” “Yes, They made me climax. When I felt their hot cocks’ quirt spunk all over me I came. I loved it.”
By now she was bucking her hips to meet mine. “Fuck me harder!” she pleaded. “Give me your cock! Suck my tits!” Is that what she said to them? I thought. That took me over the edge. We both came almost together.
Now very tired, we fell asleep. It was obvious she had more to tell.
Sometimes she sat on a knee and they just chatted while a hand stroked her pussy, her dress pulled up so they all could watch. Other times it got more active. Her hand would be put inside someone’s pants and she would be asked to “play with it.” While that was going on her front would be undone and her tits would be on display. ” I started to wear buttons at the front all the time,” she once explained, “To make things easier.”
She told me that sometimes she stood against the kitchen sink with one of the men, her with dress undone all the way down and her tits out of her bra, masturbating him while the others watched. Once they all took turns at this, ejaculating on her. Sometimes she stood with her legs parted leaning against the worktop facing the seated men, whilst the man stood with her had her pants pulled to one side, his fingers inside her bringing her off. He stood at the side of her, giving his mates the best view.
“Did they ever take your knickers off?” I asked. “Couple of times,” she admitted quietly. “The first time they asked me I said no, someone might come to the door. I could button up my dress quickly but didn’t want to take my clothes off.” “Otherwise you didn’t mind?” I asked. “No. God, it sounds so bad!” she said guiltily. “We were stood against the worktop at the time, I had a man on either side of me, my dress undone. And before you ask – yes, I was playing with their cocks. I had one in each hand. They asked me to take them off, give them a proper look. When I said no one of the men told his mate to go and lock the door.
When he came back they watched me take my knickers off. I let them look and play with my pussy. They rubbed me and put their fingers inside me. They lifted one leg up on a chair to see more.” “Did they fuck you?” “No, but I held their cocks against my clit whilst I wanked them off” “All three of them?” “Yes – all three of them,” she admitted, looking down.
“Tell me something, honestly,” I said. “Tell me when they first fucked you.” Now this was a big step! “Don’t spoil it by lying, just tell the truth.”
“After I first took my knickers off for them I let them do it often. Sometimes they would take them off to get an extra thrill; other times they watched me do it. Also it was just two of them that came round mostly. The third had gone on holiday. I had been sat on their knees, without my knickers, my skirt round my waist, playing with their cocks. It just went all the way. They stood me up and one kissed me more roughly than usual. I could feel both their cocks pressing against my belly. They rubbed my tits and nibbled them harder than usual too. One said open your legs, I said no, but did it anyway. My head was turned to the side and I got kissed hard. Then I felt a cock against my cunt.” (She had used that word again!) “I know I should have stopped it but I was too far-gone. I let him put it inside me. He fucked me standing up.” “Did you let them both fuck you?” She nodded, “Yes, both of them.” “And after that they did it often?” I questioned. She nodded again. “Whilst we’re being honest, answer me something else. Did you sometimes suck their cocks?” She took a deep breath and nodded yet again. “While other watched?” She gave another hesitant nod. “Did they come in your mouth?” She broke down – now she started to cry. “Don’t ask me any more,” she sobbed. I think I’d pushed it too fast.
Now it all went wrong, I pressed for information like I was interrogating a criminal. Had she sucked them off? If she admitted to being fucked by two why be cagey about what else she had done? What was she hiding? One question however caused her to really go ballistic. That question was – “Have you done the same with other men?” She went absolutely “ape – shit”.
The next few days were like World War Three. Until she had finally had enough and screamed at me, “None of it ever happened, it was all a lie. I only said it to turn you on in bed. You pestered me so I gave you a story. How long do you think their coffee breaks were?” she added mockingly. “Can you really imagine me doing something like that?”
To be honest I could not, but in fact she had done much, much worse. However it would take me almost ten years to find out – and the evidence would come from someone else. Someone who was there!
For the sake of brevity, and not boring the reader, I will summarise the next few years in a short paragraph or two. There were rows and recriminations. “Even if it wasn’t true,” I told her, “You have hell of an imagination. So how come our sex life is so boring?” Not helpful I know but there you are! It never stopped nagging at me. What was the truth?
There were three possibilities I thought. One, it never happened. Two, it was a love affair with one of them and not just sex. Three, she had done something far worse that she had to hide at all costs. The latter was least likely – but turned out to be the one. Denying it happened was convenient, she didn’t have to remember which version of a particular story she told me.
I did discover she was having an affair, which is hell of a tale in itself. However that’s another story. The point is I realised that even though she seemed shy and naïve and never went out drinking or clubbing with the girls (her choice) she was capable of being quite naughty! Male readers beware! My wife’s adventures happened in the house or at her part time job. Do not underestimate the opportunities for your wife to be unfaithful.
If this were a film a caption would appear on the screen saying “Ten years later”.
I was at a self – defence class – (no it hadn’t got that bad!) One of the guys there was chatting to me and in the course of the conversation asked me where I lived. When I told him he said, “Oh yeah, I worked on those houses when they were modernised a few years ago.” I avoided telling him how long I’d lived there and let him tell me about the work. “We had a good time,” he said. “The bosses didn’t give a shit, we could disappear for ages and no one bothered. The site was vast and most of the people had moved out whilst the work was done. It was the way it was financed, no time limit, building inspectors and bosses on bribes. Plus they couldn’t get the enough proper tradesmen, so they turned a blind eye to most things. You could do what they thought was three days work in one and half days then do what you liked. Some entertained the housewives, if you get my drift,” he said laughing. Now this guy could tell me a few things I thought.
I offered to buy him a drink to loosen his tongue but he didn’t have time. He was still very forthcoming though. “A few housewives had extra work done for favours – one red – head went though plumbers, electricians, carpenters you name it, depending on what jobs she wanted doing.”
After listening for a while I said, “Yeah, I once met a guy who worked on that job, think he was called Bob.” It was a lie of course but that was the guy’s name that my wife most talked about, the one that seemed to lead. Where was he from now?”
” Oh him, Bob. Yes well he did have a good time. With a young blonde piece, sexy looking girl she was. Took her kids to college then Bob and others visited.”
“Really!” I said trying not to look so anxious. “What you mean “others?”
“Two of his regular mates at first, but he let some others in on the action. They had a wild time.”
“Sorry, it seems a bit hard to believe,” I smiled. “So they queued up?”
“No, course not, not everyone was friends with each other, little groups formed, some weren’t interested others went to the pub some even sunbathed. Then again some stories you heard were not true, some guy bullshitting. So you didn’t take much notice sometimes. It was also wise not to ask too many questions. Some secrets were not secrets, if you follow me.
He carried on talking, I became more convinced he was talking about the same guys – and my wife.
“So how do you know this stories true? Were you one of the privileged few?”
“Unfortunately no, but one Friday morning I had to go round to the blonde’s house. The building inspector wanted another guy and myself and I had to and find him. Usually on pay-day morning people drifted away to the pub or had a sleep somewhere, but I’d noticed for a couple of weeks that odd ones went into this house. Maybe about five or six, not all at once – singles and pairs. It would have looked normal only I knew that there was no work scheduled in there. The area was usually more or less deserted by lunchtime.
Well the guy I went for wasn’t a friend but I’d seen him go in and seeing that other workmen had gone in I didn’t think the door would be locked. I thought maybe that they had a card college going or they were having a drink with the blonde though it seemed unusual. I had to knock on the door.
A guy that knew me answered it and when I told him what I wanted he ushered me in and shut the door. That was unusual it was bloody hot weather. He left me in the hallway and went into the kitchen, I could hear muffled conversation but it was quiet for five or six guys.
He had pulled the door closed a bit but there was a gap, when I moved towards it to have a peep I could see the backs of a couple of guys and others at the side all staring at a corner of the room. I thought they must be watching a TV, my view was blocked. When one of the guys moved I had the shock of my life! The blonde girl was sat on a kitchen chair; she had nothing on top. Naked from the waist up – and she was sucking a guy off! She was jerking it while another had his hand in front of her. When he moved a bit I could see she had her legs wide open, skirt round her hips and – no knickers on. She was letting the other guy finger her, and her hand was playing with his cock too. I guess the others were waiting their turn,” he laughed loudly.
“So you stayed and joined in?”
“No, I was ushered out again when the guy came in the hallway. Told you, not everyone was friends and some guys you didn’t complain to. Keep quiet and protect your kneecaps. Know what I mean?”
“Well,” I said laughing, “You tell a fine tale, but it was interesting if unbelievable. I think you’ve been winding me up.”
“Please yourself,” he said laughing to. “Anyway, I’m off home, see you next week.”
Fucking hell I felt like shit. That was my wife. So it was true – but worse. Or was it someone else? No, too many details fit even the guy whose name I’d offered. Having told myself years ago that I should be grateful my wife was not as unfaithful as first believed I was now back at square one. What was the truth? I had had enough she was going to fucking tell me. I had been treated with contempt.
One thing I noticed on the way home – in spite of the hurt and anger – my cock kept getting hard. It had turned me on.
For the next fifteen minutes she listened, ashen faced, while I told her whom I’d met.
“Right, I want to know the real version! True version! Not the bullshit version. I know lots of details – and yours better match.” She started to cry. “Don’t try that trick again, it won’t work,” I sneered.
It’s difficult to convey to the reader the mood and atmosphere of what happened next. She was guilt – ridden, ashamed, embarrassed, scared of making me more mad with her lies though. I made it clear I wanted to know everything – and I meant everything. Every little detail. Though for the reader’s sake I’ll avoid repeating earlier stories. It was confession time.
“Lets start with something easy to get the ball rolling,” I said. “Answer yes or no – did you have sex with the builders?” “Yes,” she sobbed. “With more than one?” “Yes” “In same room at same time?” “Yes,” her head lowered. “Sometimes they brought other men and you gave them what they wanted?” “Yes.” God, my cock was hard now! “You performed while others watched, then gave them a turn?” A slight nod from her. “Was it always in the kitchen?” “No.” “Where else?”
“In the bedroom – or in the lounge, sometimes in the bathroom or downstairs toilet.” Fucking hell! That last statement blew me! Don’t push too fast? I thought. Come back to that one later.
“Was it the first time you’d been unfaithful?” “No” “More than once before?” “Yes.” Jesus! Better come back to that too!
“You like lots of cock?” “Yes – well not exactly.” “Explain.” “I always had a fantasy about being obedient for men. Not being tied up or anything, just do things for them. I couldn’t go out and find men; I’d be to scared. What I mean is when I got chance to do it for real I wasn’t really bothered if they didn’t shag me. It was just the situation that made me feel sexy.” “But you liked different cocks inside you?” “Yes” “Was your time with the builders the first time you had sex with more than one man at once?” She hesitated, “No – but it was before I met you,” she explained, as though it didn’t matter.
“So did it start the way you first said?” I asked, settling back knowing this was going to be hell of a turn on.
“Yes, bending over in the garden, except I went a bit further than I said. I never went out shopping or anything without tights (pantyhose) or stockings but being a very hot summer I took them off at home. Once when I bent over for them I had purposely left on my tights but taken off my panties. I had checked in the mirror just how much they could see from a bedroom window. I wasn’t brave enough to go naked underneath then. When they came into the garden I used to squeeze my nipples before I went out to make them stick out more. You see I had bought some very tight low cut tee – shirts to show my tits off and some very thin see – though shirts. I left quite a few buttons undone. I felt very excited waiting for them to appear, sometimes I played with myself in front of the bedroom mirror, and by the time I went out I was very sexed – up.”
“Did you leave your pants off when they were looking over the fence?” “Yes, a few times but I had my tights on. Yes, I purposely turned my back to them and bent all the way over. Please do something for me,” she said. “Kiss me.” I obliged, she was very passionate. “Carry on,” I said, pulling away.
I poured her a large drink – just to relax her of course.
“Well one day I was talking to them over the fence letting them look down my front and Bob said I looked smashing. Without thinking I said would you like to come round for a coffee.
I really meant just him; I had undone an extra button on my shirt and tweaked my nipples to make them hard. My bra was very flimsy and see – through. When the door opened they all walked in.”
“So you were hoping to get Bob to make a pass at you?” I asked.
“Yes, I suppose so, or just see how turned on I got him. I wondered what his cock would look like; sometimes I could see it sticking out through his pants. The story about the water being turned off wasn’t true. I asked them round. It had been a while since I had seen another man’s cock, the thought made me excited.”
“But you had seen a few – even after we got married?”
“Yes, sometimes it just happened and I didn’t resist the chance. Anyway, they couldn’t take their eyes off me, especially when I sat down and let my skirt ride up. The rest you know really, I finished up one day sat on their knees and kept letting them go a bit further. They were very shy at getting their cocks out in front of each other so sometimes I went upstairs with one of them, on the bed. Sometimes when we went back down I left off my bra or panties. Sometimes another man would take me back upstairs.”
I poured her another large drink. “What did you do on the bed?”
“Sometimes they would just lie on the bed and play with me and I would wank them off. Or they would take off their jeans and underwear and take my knickers off.” She looked at the floor and said, “I let them fuck me or sucked them off.”
“Did they come in your mouth?”
She nodded. “Tell me, did they ever take you doggy fashion?” “Yes, sometimes,” she murmured. “You knelt on all – fours on the bed?” I asked. “Yes, or stood and bent over a chair or the bed,” she added.
My hand went to my zip; her eyes narrowed as my very hard cock came into view.
“Did they ever all take you upstairs?
“One day I was up there and the others sneaked up and burst in for a laugh,” she said watching me slowly rub my cock.
“What did they see?” I asked.
“I was knelt on the floor – the man was sat on the edge of the bed – I was sucking his cock. I just had my blouse on, nothing else. They stayed and I got on the bed with them. They either fucked me or I sucked them. I had lost any inhibitions with those three by then. Then one went on holiday and I never saw him again. He left the job. The other two still came round and we either went upstairs or did things in the kitchen or lounge. Not so often the lounge though, there was a chance we could be seen easier.
I always made sure they locked the door, just for chance anyone came.”
She looked more relaxed now; the drink was doing its job. “What do you mean did things in the kitchen, what sort of things?”
“They got me to bend over a chair and fucked me from behind. Once they laid me across the table with my legs overhanging, after they both licked my pussy one put his cock in me and I sucked the other – at the same time” That made her wiggle her bottom in the chair. “Why don’t you touch yourself,” I suggested. The memory of it is making you turned on, isn’t it?” She nodded again. “Its OK,” I said, “Lift your skirt up.”
She followed my suggestion.
“Sometimes I took off my knickers and straddled one of them – put his cock inside me and the other one stood over me while I took him in my mouth. They tried to do what they had seen in girlie – mag pictures. I just went along with what they wanted. Once I was just walking around the kitchen while they drank their coffee, bending over for them as usual. Bob stood up and grabbed me from behind and told me to bend over his mate – his mate had got his cock out – he told me to suck it. I had to bend really low from a standing position – Bob pulled my knickers down and stuck his cock in me – his mate masturbated in my mouth.”
“Do you like a mans’ cum in your mouth?”
“Hmm,” she said, “I like watching it come out and tasting it, all warm – I like all the liquid that comes out of a mans cock.” The last bit sounded like she was thinking aloud. I had to slow down before I came myself. She was now partly tipsy with the drink and partly in ecstasy I think!
Taking advantage of her extreme outburst of honesty I moved across to her and put my arm round her. Kissing her neck I whispered, “Tell me about the other liquid – what do you mean?” My heart was beating hard. What was she going to tell me?
“We were in the kitchen one day – they were just drinking coffee – Bob’s mate stood up and said he needed a pee. Bob laughed and said to me, why don’t I go with him and hold it for him? His friend said she wouldn’t dare. Bob kissed me and said go on do it I dare you. I followed his mate into the downstairs toilet. He put his arm around me and pulled me to him when he got his cock out. I took hold of it and he kissed me. Then he said it was no good – he was too hard to pee. I was disappointed, the idea had turned me on, and I wanted to watch his pee come out, maybe put my hand in the stream. He said I’d have to help him, make it soft. I knew what he meant, but instead of wanking him off I sat on the seat and sucked him. He came in my mouth then when it went slack I stood up and held it waiting for the pee to come out. I could hear Bob listening behind the door – I hoped it made him envious. His mate started to pee and I held his cock watching it come out. I let my finger get in the way so it went on my hand. Fucking hell I was turned on!” she said, frigging her-self harder. Now this kink I never knew.
“I bent down a bit to watch it closer – then when it stopped coming out I put my mouth back around his cock – licked the last drops. He hadn’t finished though, I felt a bit more dribble on my tongue.”
“What did you do?” I asked pulling my todger harder.
“I closed my mouth on his cock and licked his pee-hole. Like letting him know I wanted more. I felt some more squirt out – all hot and lovely in my mouth. Am I wicked?” she asked. “Can you forgive me – letting a man piss in my mouth – and me loving every drop of it?” Now she was really gone. “Did you swallow it?” I gasped.
“Yes,” she breathed, “I let it run round my mouth and then swallowed it He kept letting little bits dribble out, then some would come with a bit more force hitting the top of my mouth. You’ll never forgive me for that will you?
Bob opened the door and saw what I was doing – nobody said anything – we were all shocked at each other. We just went back into the kitchen – they were very quiet. The man and I exchanged knowing glances; he gave me a smile letting me know he’d enjoyed it. When they went Bob kissed me very passionately so I knew it had turned him on.
I could hold back no longer, I pulled my wife’s face down to my cock and spurted my load in her mouth, then I sat back with my arm around her while she made herself come.
In the cold light of day I said to my wife, “Last night you got a bit drunk – do you remember what you said?” She looked me in the eye, “You told me not to lie anymore, I didn’t.” “Let me hear you say it now you are sober – you let a man pee in your mouth”
“I liked the man peeing in my mouth. It turns me on. If you want to leave I will understand.”
For the rest of that day nothing else was said about sex. We just carried on as normal.
That evening about 9pm we were sat alone quietly reading. I felt uncomfortable, not knowing why. Somehow it didn’t sound right for me to say, “OK, carry on with your story.” My wife made the first move.
“I suppose you want me to tell you more about what I’ve done?” she said. “Do you mind if I start now – it gets too late and I get very tired? I suppose I’ll have to finish telling you sometime.”
I put down my book. “I’ll pour us both a drink,” I said. “No, not for me thanks,” she answered. I was not quite sure that I wanted to hear anymore anyway. “Your not the shy naïve person you make yourself out to be are you?” I said.
“Yes! I couldn’t have gone out to say a café or the park and behaved like that. I’ve told you, it was like a separate world, everyone out and me alone in the house. It was like a fantasy world that I could switch on and off. They were just as hesitant as I was sometimes. We didn’t say, “Lets go upstairs and have sex.” We just chatted and perhaps I’d feel a hand on me or they would sit me on their knee and it would go from there. Sometimes they would just say, “Shall we lock the door?” I would say yes or nod my head – sometimes they would say they couldn’t stay that day. We didn’t actually talk about sex much.”
“OK,” I said, “Tell me more. Sure you don’t want a drink?” “Go on then, may as well make ourselves comfortable. Before we start – are you going to leave?”
“Told you, it’s the lies and deceit that caused the damage, not what you’ve done. When you got found out you should have been honest.”
“Not what I’ve done? You haven’t heard the rest of the story yet.”
“Can it really be worse than what you’ve already told me? I asked.
“Depends how you look at it – we’ll see – but it won’t be easy to tell.”
“Do you mean how many did I have sex with – or how many I misbehaved with or in front of?” she replied.
“Well seeing you make such a distinction between the two I’ll let you tell me your way,” I said very sharply. “How did that start then?”
“I think the one called Bob got his thrills more from watching than joining in. He always seemed to be the one that pushed things that bit further. It seemed a game to see how far he could push me; though he wasn’t a bossy person – more crafty. I always wondered why he never came round on his own. Always wanted his mate with him. He certainly didn’t want to get to know me as a person. I felt a bit annoyed sometimes – like I was just a sex toy.”
“But you were, wasn’t exactly romantic was it? Anyway you seemed to enjoy it like that.”
“Yes,” she sighed. “I’ve got to admit I did. Showing off my body and teasing them still gave me a thrill. That’s how he tricked me and played a joke on two of his work-mates – it backfired on him though – he set out to shock but I shocked him.
He liked me in a certain little sundress. It was fairly short and very see-through; one you needed a little slip under if you didn’t want to show your panties. It also had a low front and was really a bit too small for me; it clung to me and looked very sexy. I hadn’t seen them for a couple of days and he came round on his own to say could they come round later, in an hour. I must admit I was looking forward to it. He asked me to wear the dress – and said how-about wearing stockings and suspender belt for him underneath as a treat. I laughed and said I would think about it. That was a strange thing for him to do – I wondered what was going on.
Anticipating their visit had got me feeling excited so I went upstairs and put on stockings and suspenders – and little black panties and bra. It looked a bit “sluttish,” I would have never had gone out looking like that. My black underwear showed beneath my dress. If I just leaned forward or stretched up a bit I showed my stocking tops and panties and you could see my nipples through my bra, the dress was pulling very tight. Very effective for getting attention from men,” she said smiling to herself.
I carried on doing my housework and being dressed like that got me feeling very, very aroused. Even leaning forward just a bit showed a little bare flesh above my stockings. I was in the kitchen when I heard the door go – I had my back to it – leaning forward, slightly bending. When I turned round it was not only Bob and his mate that came in but two others as well!
They were two men in their thirties. Bob told me that one was an old friend of his that had started to work with them. He said that he hoped I wouldn’t mind if they came in for a coffee. I was annoyed – and a bit disappointed – nothing was going to happen with others in the house. I felt a bit embarrassed and awkward standing there. Bob was smirking – I realised then that he had set me up. The other men were a bit shocked, it was obvious they hadn’t known what to expect, we had all been set up.”
“You never thought of telling them all to leave though?” I said.
“No,” she said. “I was mad but I made them a coffee anyway. Everyone started to make polite conversation but the atmosphere was a bit tense. I felt eyes looking though me all the time – or rather though my dress!”
“So they sat and chatted – what were you doing?”
“Well, I just stood up and busied myself wiping the kitchen surfaces down – trying not to bend over too much. Bob asked the others if they thought I was a great looker. Bull-shitter, I could have killed him! He said why don’t I sit down – I told him it’s OK, anyway you lot are sat on all the seats. He pulled me down on his knee. I got the picture then – he was trying to get them to see up my skirt! He was trying to repeat what had happened with him and his friends’ weeks ago! That was how he got his thrills, manipulating, then watching while joining in.”
“So could they see up your skirt?” I asked, sounding impatient.
“A lot,” she replied. “He made sure I was facing them at just the right angle. I decided I wasn’t going to be used like that and stood up again. Bob looked embarrassed then and said they had better get back to work. I said his friends could stay because they hadn’t finished their drinks”
“Why did you say that?” I asked.
“I don’t know really – I think it was to annoy him – let him know he doesn’t control me. His usual friend looked mad at him as well – when he looked at me we knew that we had both been looking forward to the same thing.”
“Well – some sort of sex,” she said coyly. “They both started to leave and the new bloke said they had better go too. I said, no it’s OK you and your friend stay and finish your drinks. He looked at Bob but they just left. I shut the door behind them and sat down.”
“What did you have in mind?
“Nothing really. We made small talk, but I could feel his very penetrating eyes looking at me. The other one didn’t say much, just looked at me. I asked if he was a good friend of Bob or just worked with him. He said I’m a good friend – are you? I said, well I suppose so; they come round quite a lot. He said he could see why if I wore sexy clothes like that. I asked if they wanted some more coffee – I suppose I wanted to keep them there.”
“You were feeling aroused again?”
“Yes. Anyway, I sat down again and showed a bit more – they could see my stocking tops. Then he said how turned on stockings made him feel – and what a pity that another button didn’t pop open on my dress. I popped the next one open,” she said quietly. ” I surprised myself more than them.
“Which button? I asked.
“The bottom one – it made my dress fall open a bit more – gave them a view of bare leg and a bit of my panties. They gasped a bit and their eyes nearly came out of their heads. He said I looked very sexy – and I was making them go hard. He asked if I did that for Bob – I said yes, and his friend. That really got them!” she laughed.
“He said well then maybe I wouldn’t mind undoing a few more buttons. I undid a couple more – then he said why don’t I sit back a bit and stretch my legs out. I did – then I unfastened the rest of my dress and let it fall apart. I looked at him and said ” Do you mean like that? They could see everything then; my pants and bra were completely see-though. I said, “Is that a better turn-on for you?”
“He said, “What would you be doing now if Bob and his mate was still here – and we wasn’t?” I said that I didn’t know. He asked me if we would be upstairs – I said maybe. He smiled at me and said I didn’t go to the trouble of dressing up for nothing. Then he asked me if I wanted to go upstairs now? I said that I really don’t know you and anyway someone might come, what if Bob comes back? He said don’t worry about that, then he stood up and held his hand out for me. I let him pull me up and looked at his friend, he just looked at me like an animal ready to pounce.”
“Did that scare you?”
“Yes, but at the same time it turned me on. He was weird and sinister looking.”
“Did you not ask if one or both was going to go upstairs with you?”
“No – he said, ” Well?” I went to the door and locked it – then I walked towards the stairs – they both followed me. When we got upstairs he pulled my dress off my shoulders and said let’s take a better look at your sexy undies. His mate sat in a chair and just carried on looking at me, at my body. He stood in front of me and just kept caressing my body, sometimes my tummy then my tits through my bra, then my thighs. When I looked at his mate he had got his cock out. It was really thick – not particularly long – but thick. I kept looking at that.
The man with me noticed were my eyes were and asked if I liked the look of it – I think I just nodded. He unzipped his own pants and pressed me on my shoulders – I knew what he wanted – I sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled his cock out and put it near my mouth.”
“Did you hold it or him?”
“At first him – then I held it”
“You wanked him in your mouth – till he came?”
“Yes – It’s getting hard to tell you now. I’m ashamed of the things I did. I can’t believe I did them.”
“Its OK,” I said, “I’m not sitting in judgement – just keep to the facts.”
“Yes – I held it in my mouth and sucked it, he told me to move my hand up and down and wank him – I let him come in my mouth. Then he laid me down on the bed and pulled my knickers off – knelt down and started to lick me”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes – it was very erotic. He licked my pussy while I watched his mate masturbating his thick cock. His mate was watching me being licked – laid with my legs dangling over the bed – no knickers on, just stockings and suspenders and legs wide open. Yes – I enjoyed it. Even more when his friend came and lay next to me. He pinched my nipples and then told me to open my mouth – he moved up the bed so I could suck him. It was only for a minute though. The man between my legs got up and the other put his cock inside me. He fucked me very hard,” she said in a matter of fact voice, “very hard and very rough.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“Oh yes!” she said. “I wrapped my legs round him and thrust back. Sorry to say this but it was the best fuck I have ever had – even though he was a bit weird and not very good looking. Well, to be honest he was a bit ugly.” Then she added, almost thinking aloud, “But he knew how to fuck a woman with that thick cock of his. After we had both come the three of us just lay on the bed kissing and touching each other”
“So did they come back again?” I asked. My cock was now in my hand and my wife’s hand kept stroking her thigh, moving her skirt up higher.
“Yes. They came round a couple of times before Bob realised. He’d been moved to another house and was a bit peeved. He was too far away.”
“So they fucked you a few times?”
“Yes – and they wasn’t as hesitant as the other two! “
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well,” she said nervously. “They didn’t mess about as much to get their kicks.”
“Tell me properly – in detail,” I demanded.
“Oh God!” she sighed. “OK – one day they sat me on a chair and both stood in front of me. They got me to lick both their cocks at once then take them both in my mouth – at once. I held one with each hand and wanked them both at once.”
Before I’d taken in the last remark she followed it up with, “They once got me on the kitchen floor and took turns lying on top of me with their cock in my mouth – thrusting in me – fucking my mouth.”
If that wasn’t enough she added, ” One day, when I was passing the house that they was working on they shouted me and got me to go inside. They showed me upstairs then they both started to grope me. I played with their cocks a bit then they told me to take my knickers off. They told me to bend over a workbench – they lifted my skirt and played with my bum a bit – then they took turns fucking me from behind.”
She touched her panties and rubbed her clit. “I was completely submissive to them. I loved the thick cock inside me. I would have let them do anything. I liked bending over and sticking my bum out for them – they always fucked me really hard. And they used to bite my nipples. That was good – I liked that – a cock in each hand and a mouth on each tit. We didn’t waste time with coffee; usually it was straight upstairs or knickers off in the kitchen and a cock inside me. As soon as they came in the house they would kiss me and my hand would go to their zip.”
That was enough stories for one night – I think we came together. We both went silently to bed.
The following day I had a permanent hard on. The mental picture of my wife obediently bending over with no panties on so two men could fuck her from behind made it necessary for me to keep disappearing to the lavatory for hand relief. By the time we were once again alone I was like an excited collegeboy.
She was very relaxed and had a couple of drinks so I wasted no time.
“Carry on telling me about the builders,” I said. “Do something for me first though? Take off your dress and go and put on stockings and suspenders.”
“Why?” she asked, surprised.
“Why do you think?” I replied, then I slowly unzipped myself and took out my cock.
Five minutes later she was back – wearing black lacy underwear and her stockings.
“So that’s what they saw?” I commented.
“Yes,” she answered pouring herself another large drink. She walked to the sofa and sat across from me letting her legs fall apart. “This is exactly what they saw.”
Now she was teasing me. “Carry on,” I said.
“I suppose you want to know if all four men came in the house together for a sexy time? Well – they did. One day I was upstairs with the second two and there was a knock on the door. I threw on my dressing gown and went downstairs to answer it.”
“What had you just been doing when interrupted?” I asked.
“I had undressed for them and was playing with the one that had a thick cock – we were lying on the bed. The other was behind me rubbing his cock on my bum.
Anyway it was Bob and his mate at the door. They came in and he asked if someone was here. I told him yes, someone is upstairs. He looked a bit annoyed but didn’t say anything. Just as he said they would go his friend from upstairs came in the room. Bob looked very annoyed then but his mate said what’s the matter? They stayed and chatted a bit. All four of us were then in the kitchen. The one I had been upstairs with pulled the cord on my dressing gown and said what are we all waiting for – we all know why we’re here?
I let him put his hands inside my gown and pull it apart, Bob and his other friend could see I only had panties on and they had bulges in their pants. They remembered what they had been missing! He was shocked to find I was willing to go upstairs with other men too.
That’s where we went – upstairs – they took turns watching or playing.”
“What sort of playing?” I asked.
“You know – wanking them, sucking it for them, just letting them pull my legs apart and letting them play with me and look at my cunt they sucked my tits”
“And fucking?” I asked.
“Well – yes –they finished up fucking me. Well – three did – one came in my mouth. I had him in my mouth while the others fucked me on all fours. Doggy fashion they called it. They really pounded me.”
“If this is turning you on put your hand inside your knickers. Did you do that for them sometimes? Let them watch you play with yourself?” She gave one of her guilty nods. “Yes,” she said, then her fingers moved to her clit and she stroked it gently.
“Did they still never come alone?” I asked. She was still avoiding telling me something I felt. “And once you said it was sometimes in the bathroom, what did you mean?
“I’ll tell you,” she said. “Will you pour me another drink first please? – I’ll need it!
” Sometimes after I had sex with the men, usually I would let one of them come into the bathroom with me and we showered. I would wash their cocks and they would soap me. I liked to soap the one with the very thick cock – I loved to play and look at it. Sometimes, if I had time I would get turned on again and wank them off in my mouth or on my tits, or let them fuck me again. Sometimes I would bend over the bath or toilet and they fucked me from behind. Sometimes I would be under the shower with a man and one of the others would want to pee – that would get me very turned on – just watching. Once I was stood up with a man fucking me, holding my bum and bouncing me on his cock. He lifted me off the floor and I wrapped my legs around him – I looked over his shoulder and watched another man pee while I was being fucked. It made me climax straight away
They never got me to hold it though.”
“Did you ever hold it again for the other guy – the one you did it with originally?”
“I’m about to tell you, that’s why I needed the drink,” she said quietly.
“Yes, when Bob was sent to another house they were split up – his mate got chance to come on his own a few times. I was going to avoid telling you about this,” she confessed.
“I thought so – carry on please,” I replied.
“The first time he came on his own we started to chat. It was early morning so I wasn’t expecting anyone else just yet. We chatted a bit then he started to kiss me. He told me he really enjoyed what we did a couple of weeks before. I think he was a bit scared to mention it. This was before he knew what I’d done with the other guys and we were having foursomes. I pretended I wasn’t sure what he meant. He said, “The things we did in the toilet – I’d like to do it again.” He asked if I liked it, I didn’t answer him. When he asked me again I said I liked it a bit. He kissed me harder and said would I go in the toilet with him.
I wasn’t sure but I knew I was starting to get turned on seeing the effect it had on him. I said OK but we would go upstairs to the bathroom – then I told him to lock the door. When we went inside the bathroom I told him he must never tell anyone about it. No-body, it was just between him and me. He said he wouldn’t want to spoil things, he would keep it a secret. He was really excited, he kissed me and I could feel his cock sticking out of his pants. I put my hand on it and rubbed it then unzipped him and took it out. I knew he wanted me to take the lead so I said, “You can’t pee with that hard on – shall I make it go soft.” He was really excited. I pulled it a bit then I knelt down and licked it, then – it just came in my head to try something.
I told him he didn’t need to point it downwards – I turned him to the washbasin and put his cock over the edge. I gently pulled it and said to him; “Pee in the basin for me.”
He found it hard to relax enough at first then it started coming out – in little spurts. I was very aroused myself by now.”
My wife’s hand began to move faster inside her pants and her eyes closed – she carried on talking.
“I watched his piss come out then I was so turned on I turned him round, sat on the toilet and put it in my mouth. When I felt the first bit of warm liquid I sucked harder and he came – I swallowed it all. He tried to pull away from me but I groaned and held it in my mouth. I put my hand behind him to stop him pulling away. He let little bits of pee come out in my mouth. Then he said he would have to let it all come out!
I told him to hang on – I stood up and took my top and skirt off and kissed him – then I whispered to him that he must never tell what we do. He nodded – then I sat on the toilet again. He knew I wanted him to piss on me – he said what about your bra and pants, they’ll get wet? I said don’t worry, then I took hold of his cock and licked the end.
Fucking hell!” she cried out, “Was I turned on!” It was not a question – it was a statement!
“He started to let it come out but wasn’t sure if he should let it come full force. I looked up and groaned at him – he knew then. He let it come all over my tits! – I held his cock so I could control the flow. We both watched my bra and panties getting wet with his piss. Then I said to him again, “Are you sure you won’t tell anyone?”
He said no, honestly he wouldn’t – so I opened my mouth and pointed the stream of hot piss into it. He said, “Fucking Hell! That’s great! I let the full force fill up my mouth then let it overflow down my face. I kept squeezing his cock to slow down the flow then let it go again. When he had almost run out I kept it in my mouth and swallowed the last drops – he still had little spurts coming out – I swallowed it.”
When she was in this state it was more a case of her re-living the events for herself than telling me. I knelt down between her legs and licked her pussy through her pants and kissed her thigh. “What else did you do?” I asked. “Did you do other kinky pee things?”
“Hmm, but I’ll make you mad. I never did those things with you. You won’t like to hear it.” “Tell me,” I said, sliding her panties off and kissing her pussy. “Tell me what a naughty girl you was.”
“It didn’t all happen then- the pee thing – he came himself a few times then I lost touch with all of them. They got new bosses and things tightened up. Anyway I had already put a stop to things. It had gone far enough and it wasn’t a turn on anymore. It had lost its spontaneity. It was silly that the one who came in the bathroom with me had to check if others were coming first. The situation had got stupid. Apart from that there was a couple of events that made me end the games altogether – one I must admit I enjoyed but wasn’t a good idea – the other was dangerous and scared me.”
“Are you avoiding telling me?” I accused.
“No! I’m just saying it was quite a few months later when the job had finished that I came across him again,” she explained.
“And you invited him round for sex?” I suggested.
“Well – I asked if he would like to come round for a coffee sometime,” she declared.
“And that’s when you did most of the kinky pee stuff?” I asked.
She gave me one of her “bad girl” nods. “OK – How much did you do before you lost touch?” I asked. I wasn’t going to let her off the hook.
“Well – he asked if he could watch me pee. One day I stood over the bowl facing him and let him watch me. He pointed his at my pussy and we peed together. That was about it, I usually held his cock and sat on the “loo” and let it go on me, or pointed it in the basin and watched it come out.”
“So did he fuck you as well sometimes?”
“Well – yes – unless I’d sucked him off. Like I say it came to an end shortly after that.
“You better tell me about those two events you mentioned then,” I suggested. “But we’ll come back to the pee thing later. You’re not going to avoid telling me – you’re hiding something again – so then, carry on.”
“Like I said things had tightened up and most of the faces had changed. People were moving back into the houses and complaining about the standard of work. I still chatted to some of the new guys in the street but nothing was going on. Some had asked me if I could keep their drinks cold for them in our fridge. Different ones would call in the lunch break to collect them – sometimes they stayed for a chat – sometimes it was one – sometimes two or three. We just chatted and had a laugh – though I must admit looking at their bodies was OK – it was hotter than ever so they wore very little.
“One lunchtime they were making fun of the new boy whose 18th birthday it was. They asked if he was still a virgin and did he know how to kiss a girl. There was a lot of fooling about and joking. One of the men asked if I was going to give him a kiss for his birthday – show him how it’s done. The others laughed and said he would be too embarrassed to let a woman kiss him.
They kept urging me on and said “Go on, give him a treat – he’s never kissed a real woman before. The boy was ok about it, he was taking it all with good humour. He was quite good looking so I thought there is no harm in a kiss. I said OK then and I sat on the little sofa we had in the corner. When he came and sat next to me and I saw everyone looking at us I started to feel quite sexy – it had captured a bit of the sort of feelings I used to get.
He bent his head if front of mine and kissed me on the lips, I could tell he was nervous and the others were making silly comments. When he pulled away one of them asked if that is that the best we could manage. The others said, “Yeah, put a bit more passion into it!”
I let him kiss me again – I put my tongue in his mouth to tease him a bit. He pushed me backwards and my bum slid down a bit in the seat. I could hear the others making little comments. He carried on kissing me longer than they had expected and he was getting quite passionate – I think he was trying to prove a point to his mates. Then he broke away and nibbled and kissed the side of my neck – which got me feeling a bit turned on. He put his tongue in my ear, that always makes me go weak.
I heard someone say “Wow! Let him feel your breasts.” Someone else said, “Yeah, go on – she won’t mind – it’s your birthday. Well – he found the courage to do it! Everyone went quite when they realised that I wasn’t going to stop him.”
“What was you wearing?” I asked.
“A white tee-shirt – a bit low at the front but nothing special – and a skirt. I suppose my nipples were very prominent sticking out through my shirt. Someone said, “Why don’t you pull her shirt up and do the job properly?” I knew they were going to push things bit by bit to see how far they could go. I thought I’ve been here before.
I felt my tee shirt being pulled up by someone else’s hand. The boy was still kissing me and when he realised he was touching by bra he began to breathe heavier. Someone took my hand and guided it to his crotch – I didn’t object – just started rubbing it a bit. He broke away and just looked at me – they all did – then one of the others came over and sat on the arm of the sofa and bent down to kiss me. His hand went to my breasts and he slipped his hand inside my bra and played with my nipples. Then he suddenly pulled by bra up over my tits and everyone could see them. I let them take my shirt and bra off altogether.”
“Was you still rubbing the boys crotch?” I asked.
“Yes,” she answered, “I just carried on while the other man played with my tits and everyone watched. That’s the kind of thing that really turns me on. No one kissed me – they just all wanted to watch. It didn’t go much further – I had my skirt pulled up and my legs pulled apart – someone said why don’t I see what’s inside his pants. I unzipped him but when I put my hand inside and touched his cock he shot his load. Everyone started laughing and that sort of woke me up. It ended there.”
“But if he hadn’t come you would have let it carry on?”
“Probably, yes, I suppose I would have done,” she answered
“So did it happen again?” I asked.
“Well that was the other “incident,”” she said. “The one that scared me and finally stopped me letting anyone in the house. Well – apart from the one I met up again with later. The next time a couple of them came in for their cans of drinks they stayed for a chat and I accepted a drink from them. I knew it was alcoholic but didn’t think one would matter. When I had a second one I felt myself going light-headed and felt very carefree – I think now it must have had something else in it too.
They made a lot of jokes and I got very “giddy” laughing at them. I let them start to feel my breasts and put their hands up my shirt and then someone else came in. He said let’s look at what you’ve got under that shirt again. I heard them whispering to each other. They must have told him I’d taken something. I felt my skirt being undone and opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. It was like I was helpless. I remember feeling like I just didn’t care what they did.
When my skirt fell to the ground I felt a hand on my pussy – then one man turned me towards him and the one behind pulled my knickers down. He said lift your leg up and I did as I was told and stepped out of them. After that I’m not sure what happened and when. I remember the door opening and hearing more voices. I just let them use me. I remember being knelt on the floor looking up at two of them and being told to open my mouth – then feeling sperm in it. They had me all sorts of ways and I just let them.”
“Can you remember if you was enjoying it? I asked.
“Yes – I remember feeling an intense pleasure – I couldn’t get enough of them. They took me upstairs and I remember when one was fucking me I beckoned to another to come next to me so I could suck his cock. At one time they tried to see how many cocks I could have at one time. I had one inside me and another one in each hand – I let another put his in my mouth.
When they had all had their satisfaction some went back to work but two stayed a bit longer. This is the bit that upset me later when I was in my right mind so to speak.
I remember lying on my side on the bed and sucking a cock – a man was lying behind me playing with my pussy – he kept running his finger along the crack of my bum. It felt nice so I didn’t stop him. Then he tried to put his finger inside my bum. That hurt a bit and I told him to stop – I just remember I kept saying, “No, stop it – it hurts.” I was still quite high on whatever they had given me. He kept telling me to relax and said have you got some cream –then it won’t hurt. I said no but he kept asking and running his finger around my hole. I finally said there is some on the dressing table. He came back on the bed and I felt him put some cream around my hole then he worked his finger in. He had his finger in my bum and worked it up and down like it was a cock.”
“What did you feel like?”
“I don’t know – it hurt a bit and felt uncomfortable but I felt aroused by it and knew it was very wicked. He told me to relax and lifted my leg a bit to open me up more. I wasn’t sucking the other guy by know, I was just lying there with my eyes closed – he just played with my tits and watched. I kept saying he shouldn’t be doing that – but let him carry on. Then I felt him pushing his cock against me – I said no you can’t do that. His mate took hold of my leg and pulled it up over him, so my bum cheeks spread. He got his cock partly in but I protested and tensed up – told him it would hurt too much.
He told me to get on all fours. Silly isn’t it?” she said, “I kept telling him he mustn’t do that but knelt on my knees and elbows and stuck my bum in the air. It was total submission. He told me to move my knees further apart – and I did. He told me to lift my bum up a bit more – and I did. He told me to relax and it wouldn’t hurt – and I did. I let him put his cock in my arse and fuck me – and his mate got me to suck him while he watched. And you know what? I loved it. I felt his spunk shoot in my arse – all hot.
After that I don’t remember much. I was left there on the bed and started feeling very sick. I managed to phone a friend to get her to collect the kids and had a shower then went to sleep. My friend came round to see to things and when you came home I just told you I was feeling a bit “poorly.” I was scared at what I was turning into and how I had been manipulated. I never had anything to do with them anymore.
After that I put a stop to any visitors.”
“Except for the one you went into the bathroom with?” I said. “And you did say that the builders weren’t the first! We haven’t even touched on that yet.”
“You never give up do you?” she said. “Have you not heard enough now? Is it not getting boring?”
“Is this how you would have looked when the builders fucked you?” I asked. “Knickers off, tits out and you letting the others watch and play with your tits?”
“Yes, sometimes,” she breathed, “And looking at their cocks – wanting them inside me too. Letting them take my hand and hold one at the same time as I was being fucked.”
Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I was about to suggest we go upstairs and she could tell me more of her story when she let out a loud moan.
“Don’t stop!” she cried, “Harder, make me come!”
I thrust into her harder but slower, grabbing the cheeks of her backside I lifted her off the floor making the base of my cock rub against her clit. My hands moved her up and down rhythmically.
“Are you thinking of all those hard cocks? What a naughty girl you was letting them see up your skirt then letting them fuck you?”
She didn’t answer, her eyes where closed, then she shivered. Her moaning started low, then got louder. She took hold of my hair and pressed my head into her chest.
“Yesss! – Fuck me – I love other men having me – I love to show them my body – I like to see and touch their cocks – and have them in my mouth. Fuck me harder – I’m coming!”
It was probably the most intense orgasm I have ever known her to experience. Well – with me anyway!
So – we went to bed – but as her sexual thirst was quenched we just lay there and drifted off into slumber-land.
Probably a couple of hours had gone by when her restlessness woke me up. I kept still and felt the bedcovers moving ever so slightly as though she was making short movements with her arm. She was playing with herself – she was ready again for sexual pleasure. What I wonder was going through her head? What thoughts had turned her on again?
“Will it spoil things if you talk?” I asked.
“What?” she answered, sounding surprised.
“Your enjoyment – playing with your clit. How about giving me a turn on too – tell me about how you have been naughty with other men.” My cock was already very hard as I slowly wanked it against the sheets. If it touched her body I might just come too soon. “What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“Things I did in the bathroom,” she answered. “I’m ashamed of what I let happen but it still turns me on.”
“Tell me more – how did you meet up with that guy again?”
“It was a few months later. You remember, small groups of workmen were putting all the mistakes right. I came across him one day on my way home from the shops. He was working with another man. I stopped to talk to him for a while and just found myself saying he could call round for a coffee if he liked. He said it was difficult to get away but thanks. Then he said that the following Wednesday he had the morning off for an appointment so maybe he could call then, on his way back to work. I said OK but call me a few minutes before he arrived – just to make sure it was all clear.” (How devious she can be, I thought! I hadn’t a clue what she got up to when I was at work.)
“I wasn’t sure what I was expecting but when Wednesday came I was looking forward to seeing him. Well he arrived and we sat and talked for a while over a coffee. He mentioned the summer and said that he wished we could have spent more time just on our own. I told him I regretted what had happened – letting all those men call round just when they felt like it – using me. He said the others spoilt it, but he had always enjoyed the things we did.”
“He meant the peeing?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
“Well yes – or at least I took it to mean that. He asked if I had regrets about that to, and did I really enjoy it.”
“What did you say?” I said, running my free hand along her backside.
“I admitted that I did,” she said coyly.
“Had you asked him round for a coffee hoping to do it again?” I asked.
“I probably was hoping something would happen,” she said.
“Did it?” I asked urgently.
“Yes – you know it must have done.” she replied.
“I know you probably had sex with him again,” I said teasingly, “But I wouldn’t know if it included doing naughty things in the bathroom.”
“Well it did – OK,” she said, sounding a little uneasy again. In spite of all the things she had told me there was still something she found hard to talk about and wanted to avoid.
“It’s a bit early for sleep – how about I go and get us a couple of drinks and bring them up here?” I offered. Now it’s quite obvious what my motive was – relax with a drink – loosen the tongue.
“OK,” she said. “Why don’t you bring the bottle with you?”
We had a drink or two and picking my time I said, “Look, why don’t you get over whatever’s bothering you and just tell me?” I let my hand cup her breasts and in a reassuring way kissed her forehead.
“Turn out the light,” she demanded. “I don’t want you to see me while I tell you.”
Then she lay down and turned her back to me.
“The first time he visited – when we was talking about the summer – he asked me to sit next to him on the sofa. He kissed me and I let him unfasten my blouse and pull my bra up – and I played with his penis. Then he started asking questions – like you do. He asked what I really liked about the summer; I didn’t see any point pretending to him after the things that he had seen me do. So I told him – I enjoyed the teasing and showing my panties – I liked doing it in front of several men – it made it more exciting. I enjoyed it when one touched me for the first time and being watched by the others. I liked sex with more than one man at the same time – seeing another man’s cock for the first time. Then I admitted to him that I really liked the things we did in the bathroom – I got really turned on by it.
We didn’t have full sex that day – it made him too excited and he came all over my dress. I took it off and then we went into the toilet – I let him pee on my underwear. Sorry, it’s awful having to tell you these things.”
“But there’s worse to come?” I ventured.
“Yes, much worse,” she admitted.
“I didn’t see him for a while after that and I admit I was disappointed. I wanted more of him and more of the things we did. The work had suddenly dried up and he had gone. Then one day there was a knock on the door. He had called round on the off chance of catching me home. He said he was now self employed and was working in the area – he employed another man to help him – seeing he had a bit more time and freedom he said maybe he could call round and see me every now and again.
So he started calling more often – once, sometimes twice a week. I lost all inhibitions. I knew it would only last a short time so I made the most of it. I never had to pretend with him, I could live out my sexual fantasies and he never questioned anything. We had no emotional attachment – it was just a friendly but very sexual relationship. Most of all I knew we both enjoyed the same kinks.”
“Tell me about the things you did,” I said, moving both my hands to her breasts. I had turned towards her know and my cock pressed against the crease of her bottom.
“One day we went into the bathroom and he fucked me standing up – I asked him to pee inside me. He sometimes liked me to stay dressed and watch me lift my skirt and pee in my knickers. Best for me is when he wanted to taste me. I stood over him with legs open and he knelt in front of me. He told me to leave all my clothes on except my panties and he had me open my cunt lips and finger myself while he watched – close up. I leaned against the table and pushed my hips forward toward his face. As I held myself open he licked and kissed me – then I started to pee. He let some run over his tongue, and then he let his mouth fill up before he spit it out. He kissed and licked me while I finished – I put my hand behind his head and moved my groin against his face and made myself come.
It seemed that after that he would be willing to do anything with me.
One day something else happened. This is the start of why I have trouble telling you some things.
We were in the bedroom – I was naked from the waist down and I was stood in front of him playing with his cock. I turned away from him and bent forward resting my arms on the chair – sticking my bum in the air. He stroked my bum with one hand and put the other on my tits. His cock pushed against my pussy – but I didn’t want it there. I put my hand between my legs and took hold of his cock and pushed it against my bum. He rubbed it up and down a bit along the crack of my bottom.”
“Are you saying you wanted anal sex?” I felt my heart thumping.
“Since it had happened the first time I had fantasised about it – suddenly I found myself making it happen,” she admitted. “I wasn’t sure how far I’d go.”
“Go on,” I said. Now I was quite “worked up” and excited.
” I took hold of his fingers and guided them to my hole and tried to push one in. It hurt too much though. I told him to go to the dressing table and bring a jar of cream. When I looked at him he seemed confused. I never said anything – I just took the top off and put some cream on his fingers – then I turned away and bent forward again over the chair and spread my legs.
He knew what I wanted then. He got a finger inside me, then two; he wasn’t sure how much to push. When I started swaying back and forth against his hand I could tell he was excited – and I was too. I wanted his cock in me – in my arse. I told him to stop and turned towards him – I got the cream and covered his penis with it. We were both very excited thinking about what was coming next. I kissed him and put my tongue in his mouth while I pulled on his cock – then I turned and offered up my bum.
Then I felt him pull my cheeks apart and his cock push up inside my bum.”
My wife’s hand moved faster under the bedclothes and her breathing became more intense.
“You really liked it then?” I said rather stupidly.
“Oh yes! It felt great having his cock pounding inside my arse. The ultimate in submission – being fucked in the arse and letting a man pee in your mouth.”
Now she was far-gone in her imagination. Now she would tell me anything. I stopped her moving hand.
“Slow down – don’t make yourself come yet.” I ordered. “You have much more to tell me. Is there worse to come – something more naughty?”
“Yes,” she cried. “When he came in my bum I told him to leave his cock inside me – and let his piss come – piss inside my arse. Can you imagine your wife doing that?” she asked in a frantic, slightly manic voice. “Can you imagine me bending over a chair naked from the waist down with a man’s cock in my arse and me telling him to piss inside me. Just think – when the kids were at college and you were at work I let men come round to fuck me. With this one we pissed on each other and I let him fuck me in the arse. Because I wanted it – not because he asked me – I asked him – I wanted his cock in my arse!”
She was really far-gone. She had lost it altogether. Suddenly she turned to face me. Her tongue began licking my face – my mouth, my cheeks, my neck.
“This is how I cleaned his face,” she said. “After I pissed on him – and after he’d pissed in my mouth. Please fuck me now. Does it still turn you on – listening to me tell you what a naughty girl I have been?”
The mad frantic tone was still in her voice – completely irrational.
“Put your cock inside me but keep it still – I’ll tell you more naughty things,” she ordered. “It’s more exciting doing things with a stranger or with someone that it’s wrong to let touch you. I let him fuck me in my arse lots of times. Sometimes I would just turn round and push my bum out for him. Once I took my knickers off and lay on the kitchen table and he lifted my legs over my head to expose my bum and pussy. He stuck his cock in my arse and gave me a good fucking. Sometimes he sat on a kitchen chair with his cock sticking up and I would lower myself onto him, but not in my cunt – in my bottom.
We had a plastic sheet – you never found it – when I sat with his cock in my arse we would try to pee on each other. You wanted to know everything so I am going to bloody well tell you! I craved kinky sex, with you it had got boring. Sometimes I lay on the sheet and wanked myself and he pissed on my naked body. Starting at my cunt – I opened it up for him so he could piss inside it – then working his way up to my tits – then to my mouth. I opened that too.
Have you heard enough yet? Because believe it or not there is more!
Yes more! He had to cut down his visits because of his employee and work. He said he would call more often if his workman didn’t have to be with him. He said jokingly that he could bring him and let him sit in the kitchen and read his newspaper whilst we went upstairs. Sometimes the job was stopped whilst they waited for materials so they could visit if not too far away.”
Very strangely her manner had suddenly become more normal – but still I said nothing.
“I told him that I didn’t want to start again having different men visiting me just when they felt like it; I ‘d had more than my share of that. I didn’t want it all to stop though. He said it was a pity because it would be fun to watch me tease his friend. The more I thought about it made me think it might be OK if he wasn’t likely to tell anyone and he was happy just to have a coffee and read his newspaper while we went upstairs for a while.
I asked what sort of man is he – how is he likely to react to the suggestion that he waits patiently while his boss has sex with a housewife. I was told that he was 19yrs old and very shy and naïve about sex. Yet he always buys girlie magazines and likes to read the readers letters pages. He described him to me more and then I said I’d think about it. When he came again I said if he wanted to bring his friend next time he could do.”
“The idea had turned you on?” I asked.
“Not really – I was just curious to know what he looked like,” she replied.
“Anyway he started visiting and he was OK about it. We didn’t discuss it or anything we just chatted a bit then said see you in a while and went upstairs. I found it quite sexy the way he looked at me when we came back downstairs – lustful sort of look – he had tried to imagine what we had done I think.
After he had been a few times we sometimes found ourselves staying in the kitchen with him longer. My friend had said it was a shame that his mate never seems to get any sex. He said why don’t I give him a thrill and tease him a bit. We usually sat next to each other on the little sofa and kissed a bit and petted in front of him while we all chatted – and before we went upstairs. He sometimes looked a bit embarrassed but seemed to enjoy looking.
I agreed to give his friend a little thrill but said that I wouldn’t go too far. So one day while I was being kissed I let my friend feel my tits and let him unfasten my shirt. He pulled my shirt out of my waistband and pulled it apart so his friend could see my bra. It was just like the summer. He put his hand inside my bra and made sure the boy could see. I let him lift my tits out to give his mate a good view. I looked across and he was dumbstruck – I just smiled at him. My friend then left my tits on display and started to kiss me, at the same time running his hands up my thigh, taking my skirt with him. He kept running his hand backwards and forwards each time pushing my skirt up a little more until my panties were on view too. It had gone further than I had intended.”
“But you didn’t mind?”
“No – I was enjoying my body being looked at. I wanted the boy – I wanted him to touch me.”
“And to fuck you?” I asked.
“Yes – I wanted to see his cock – and to let him fuck me. I wanted to perform my little games for him.
I wanted him to watch more first because that gave me the biggest thrill. My friend stopped kissing me and I stayed exactly where I was, my skirt up past my knickers and my tits hanging out. My friend stroked my thighs and I looked at the boy and said, “It’s OK if you enjoy looking.” Then I opened my legs and pulled the other side of my skirt up a bit more. This time I was being more blatant and slutty – I was pushing things along.
While my friend kissed my tits I took hold of his hand and put it on the gusset of my panties, then still looking at the boy I pulled my panties to one side and my friends fingers find their way to my clit. I kept my panties pulled apart for a while so the boy saw my pussy lips.
I asked the boy if he was enjoying it then when he nodded his head I patted the seat next to mine and said, “Come over here.” He came next to me and I cupped my tit and said,”You can kiss and suck one too.” He was a bit nervous so I put my hand behind his head and gently guided his mouth to my nipple. Then I unzipped him and put my hand in his pants. His cock was nice and thick – and felt very hot and throbbing.”
I was going to make the most of this so I told my friend to take off my knickers. I looked at the boy to see what effect it would have on him. He carried on sucking my tit the best he could while looking down watching my cunt being exposed. When my panties were off I took his hand and put it between my legs. The boy was breathing that heavily I thought he was going to pass out. He had never experienced anything like this before so I was going to let him have it all and really enjoy himself. My friend didn’t mind, he was enjoying the spectacle!
While the boy played with my cunt I asked if he would like to start coming upstairs with us – as if he would have said no! I said he could if we could trust him – and that I would want him to do things for me – that sometimes we do things that are especially naughty. My friend looked a bit surprised at this – he hadn’t expected me to go that far so soon. I said, “Will that be OK with you?” He smiled and said, ” Sure it would.” The boy straightened himself up and carried on moving his fingers inside me.
It was very sexy just talking to them while they played with my body. The boy was very shy and I said, “Well? Can we trust you if we let you join in our games?” He muttered a “Yes” then I looked him in the eye and said, “Have you ever had your cock sucked?” He blushed and said no so said, “When you come you can do it my mouth.” He started to shake a bit with excitement. I was out to really shock him. I knelt between his legs and gave him a slow sucking – his cock was lovely – it didn’t take much to make him come though. I swallowed it all, then waited for my fun. I knew it would make him want to pee shortly. I wondered whether this would be too much for him but I thought I might as well find out.
“I waited until he got restless and wanted to use the bathroom and I took his hand and led him there. When I followed him inside he looked surprised and nervous so I kissed him and told him I wanted to watch him pee. He turned to face the bowl and I said, “No, not there.” Then I moved him round and stood him in front of the bath. I told him I wanted to see it shoot out. I sat on the edge of the bath sideways on to him and held his cock. Then I told him to piss.
He let a stream of pee come and I put my tongue in the flow. He was nervous and shocked but he was smiling. I told him to get undressed and stand in the bath and I stood in with him. His cock was still soft but I told him to put it in me – I told him I wanted to feel his piss inside me. I also told him if he liked our little games he could join in with us and he’d get to fuck me – that’s if he liked to be as kinky as us.
His cock wasn’t very hard but he got it inside me and I felt his pee come. I brought myself off by grinding into him and holding his bum. The other guy had stood watching from the door.
It was a few days before they came round again.
“OK,” I said, “I don’t want to know every detail of every visit. Tell me about the kinkiest things you did with them. Did you ever have anal sex again?”
“With both of them?”
She put her hands over her mouth and looked down at the floor – then she nodded again.
“Tell me what dirty things you did with them – don’t hold back – I’ll know if you are.”
“These things are not in order – I’ll have to tell you as I remember them. Sometimes I let them both undress me and play about with me then I would want them to both stand up and wank at the same time while I sat on the floor and watched and touched myself up. They came on me and I’d open my mouth and let them aim it on my tongue. You can probably guess – that sometimes we’d go into the bathroom – you know why.”
“Tell me why.”
She kept her eyes on the floor. “So they could pee on me too. I’d sit in the bath and when they’d come they would point their cocks at me and piss over me.”
“Did you open your mouth for that too?”
“Yes,” she quietly said.
“Carry on – what else?”
“Once I held both their cocks to my lips at the same time – and told them to pee. Then I opened my mouth and let them both piss in it at the same time.”
“Tell me about the anal.”
“One day when they came I was feeling especially sexy. As soon as they came into the house I was all over them. I felt they were my playthings and could do whatever I liked.”
“Just tell me what you did.”
“They were still stood up – I took my knickers off and got both their cocks out and rubbed them both between my legs. I knew if one started fucking me I’d climax too soon and loose the feeling. After they played with my tits a bit I wanted to do something dirty. I took them upstairs and told them to take their pants off. Funny they did just that and kept their shirts on,” she reflected. “Then I told the one who had done me before to get the cream from the dressing table. He was a bit hesitant but he brought it – the other was confused. That turned me on more – I was going to shock him – and I wanted his cock in my arse.
While the younger one watched I covered his friends’ penis with the cream – and waited for his reaction when he realised what was going to happen. I was feeling really nasty. I turned and bent over and opened my legs wide. I felt a finger touch my hole and then he slipped it inside my arse and moved it around. He did that a few times and put plenty of cream on me. I could see their reflection through the mirror. The younger one just stood silently watching.
Then I felt my bum hole being stretched when he pushed his cock against it. He got it all the way in and fucked me. I loved looking at the younger ones face playing with him-self while he watched. When his friend had finished fucking me he went to the bathroom to clean up. I kissed the younger one while we waited and then took him into the bathroom with me. He watched me fill the basin with soapy water and clean my arse then I told him it was his turn – he didn’t need the cream. I bent over and gripped the side of the bath and told him to put it in my bum. It was the first of many times when they both had anal sex with me.
The kinkiest time was probably when I straddled one with my back to him and got his cock in my arse and the other pushed his in my cunt. We did that double penetration thing a few times in different positions.”
“Did you get them to pee inside you like that?”
“Yes – we did that a few times.”
“You told me originally that the builders weren’t the first ones that you had group sex with. When was the first time – and who with? You led me to believe you were naïve and inexperienced.”
“It was just before we met. You know I visited the discos and clubs in other towns with my friends. Sometimes if one of us met a boy we didn’t come home together.”
I remembered the Saturday nights of years ago. Not everyone indulged in alcohol then and groups of lads took their cars out with them hoping for a bit of back seat sex if they were lucky. Many people in this small town used public transport to visit bigger towns – usually late busses were laid on to ferry them back or parents picked them up. There was about ten miles of hilly countryside between here and the bigger towns in any direction you travelled. My wife carried on with her story.
“I had gone with three of my friends to the dancehall and a boy I had seen a few times asked me to dance. All the girls fancied him and he seemed to have different ones every hour. I was flattered when he stayed with me and asked if I wanted to find a table and chat. Usually – you know yourself – that meant kissing and groping because it was fairly dark.”
“Did you get to do that often? If I remember rightly it could get fairly steamy. Some girls used to let their dates go quite far. How far did you let them go?”
“Well, I’d let them play with my tits while they kissed me – most girls did that. If they unfastened a button on my dress or put a hand up my sweater I didn’t stop them. Sometimes I put my hand between their legs and felt their cocks. That’s what happened this time. He introduced me to his mates and they stayed at the table with us. He asked me to kiss one of them because he was so unlucky finding a girl. It was just for a laugh so I did – I let him have a feel of my tits too. I wanted my date to think I was experienced and a good sport. Then he asked if I wanted driving home. I thought it was great that he should ask me and said yes. I expected it to be just the two of us but I was wrong.
When we got to the car park three of his mates appeared. When I asked what was going on he said it was OK, that it wouldn’t spoil our fun. I thought he meant they would be dropped off somewhere first but I was wrong about that too. The backdoor was opened and one of the lads jumped in then I was told to get in – my date got in after me and I was quashed between them. I wondered why the other hadn’t got in the front passenger seat to leave us to have a kiss and cuddle – which is what you would have expected.
As soon as we set off my date put his arm round me and started kissing passionately. He started to tweak my nipples and unfastened a couple of buttons. It was dark in the car so I didn’t worry too much about the others. He certainly knew how to touch the right spot. He was a bit rougher touching me than the other lads I had been with. He kissed my neck and put his tongue in my ear – it was the first time anyone had done that to me. I noticed we had turned off the main road – the driver said he would take the quieter roads. I let my date unfasten a few more buttons and pull my dress apart. The one next to me was having a good look at my bra so I turned sideways away from him a bit.
I was pushed back and my date put his hand up my skirt and rubbed the top of my thigh then touched my pussy on the outside of my panties. He started to kiss me really hard and move his fingers up and down. He pulled my skirt higher but I decided that as we were driving along a country lane it was so dark in the car no one could see much. I heard him unzip his pants and he put my hand on his penis. I didn’t object – I started to rub it for him slowly. He started to play with my tits then and put his hand inside my bra. All the time he was nibbling my ear and kissing my neck. Then I felt his mates’ hand run up my leg and his fingers touch my panties. I didn’t stop him.”
“Why didn’t you stop him?”
She thought for a while, then admitted, “It felt a bit scary but very sexy and exciting – I’d never had a feeling like that before. I knew it was really wrong but I let it carry on. He pulled my skirt right up and slipped his hand down the waistband. He was gripping my pussy and his hand moved up and down pressing his fingers in me. He was quite rough too. I went weak and just let it happen. My head was moved round so he could take a turn kissing me. My date asked if I knew somewhere secluded were we could stop for a while and I looked out of the window and gave them directions to a lane I knew was a dead-end – it had lots of little lay-byes.”
“You were quite willing for things to further then?”
“Yes. While he was driving to the lane I realised it would go a lot further but it just made me feel more excited. When the car stopped the driver turned round to watch and he unzipped him-self. I couldn’t see his cock but I knew he was playing with it. He had a good view from his seat. I had my skirt round my hips and one lad had his hand down my knickers and my dress was unfastened and my bra was on view. They pulled the top of my dress from my shoulders and unfastened my bra so I was more or less topless. Then they got very carried away sucking and licking my tits and taking turns sticking their fingers in my cunt. The had no finesse and they handled me very roughly.”
“What did you feel like?”
Slowly she said, “The rougher they were – the more it turned me on.
My date whispered to me to unzip the boy next to me and play with his cock. So – that’s the first time I experienced having a cock in each hand. But the thing that really turned me on was looking at the one in the front watching. They hooked my legs over theirs – one at each side – so I was spread wide. The one in the front put his arm out and said I should take my knickers off. I would have let them but they didn’t. Instead one of them was about to come and he kissed me hard. I just rubbed them both faster – one came, then a few minutes later the other did.
I thought the one in front would want to climb in the back but he just knelt on both the seats so he could point his cock through the gap and I watched him bring himself off and saw it come out and spurt all over me. They didn’t bother about my pleasure after that. They started to drive me home while I tidied myself up.”
“Did you see them again?”
“Yes – when I was getting out of the car my date asked if he could see me the following Wednesday evening. I said yes alright.”
“Did you not ask if he meant “he” or “they”?”
“No I never asked,” she said.
“Were you bothered which?”
She looked at me and answered, “No, not really.”
“Tell me about the following Wednesday – what happened?” I asked.
“I arranged to meet him outside the park gates – I sat on a bench, it was a warm evening. He appeared from behind me and told me his friends were in the park at the boating lake – he’d meet them later. We strolled through the park and chatted then we went to a coffee bar. Later when we were walking back to the park a large van drove alongside us and the driver honked his horn. It was like a Camper van but without windows in the side. It was his mates and he told me to jump into the front. I noticed there were no seats in the back and three lads were sat on the floor.
I knew the driver was the same guy from last time but I didn’t turn to look at the others. They wanted to drive to the top of the big hill and admire the views, it was still light and plenty of people were up there. The three in the back got out and started running and messing about on the hillside. My date started to kiss me and feel my tits over my sweater. The driver stayed put and looked at the view – both inside and outside! I let them both kiss me and have a feel but because lots of people kept walking past I stopped them. I was scared in case someone who knew me would come by. My date told me to take them to the lane we stopped at the other night.”
“You knew what situation you were getting yourself into? There would be you – and five lads – down a quiet country lane.”
“Yes – I expected the two from the week before would want to touch me up and I would have to wank their cocks. I thought the other three would go off somewhere.”
“They didn’t then?” I asked.
“No – they stayed. They drove to the lane and stopped the van. It was going dark then so not many people were about. The driver and my date started to kiss me and feel my tits again. Then while the driver was kissing me my date unzipped himself and took his cock out – he put my hand on it.”
“What did you do?”
“Well – I started to rub it for him. After a while they asked me if I wanted to get in the back of the van because it would be more comfortable. They said I should let the others have a kiss too. It wasn’t fair to leave them out. They said they had a foam mattress to sit on.”
“So you willingly got in the back – with all five of them?”
“Yes – they told me to climb over the seat and at first they watched me with the others. I sat on the mattress and they took turns to kiss me and feel my tits. Then one pushed me down flat while he was kissing me and I felt a hand go up my skirt. I let them stroke my pussy and they opened my legs wider. My hand was put on a cock and I felt another rubbing against my thigh while he masturbated.
The others then got in the back and they asked me to take my shirt off so they could see my tits. I took it off for them. I felt excited watching them rub their cocks – when they said take your bra off I did. They took turns sitting next to me and I wanked them off till they came – except the last one.”
“What happened with the last guy?”
“He was the one that was a bit rougher than the others. He knew how to turn me on. He nibbled my tits and squeezed hard and put his hand on my cunt. I let him pull my pants off and he got on top and fucked me. The others were jealous and annoyed a bit because they didn’t think of trying it on.”
“So did you like it?”
“Yes – he kept asking me – if I was enjoying it – did I like having a cock inside me. I just kept saying yes. I realised I loved the fact that the others were watching me being fucked. I was really turned on.”
“If you hadn’t have made them come would you have let the others fuck you?”
“The way I felt then – yes, I would have. I was hoping that at least one of them would have managed to get hard again. But I was fucked very hard and deep – he made me orgasm. It felt great having an orgasm in front of five men. That’s what gave me a craving for having more than one man at a time. I just wish there had been other times when I could have sampled them all – but I never saw them again. If they had wanted to see me once a week I would have let them all fuck me once a week – but it never happened.”
“You didn’t suck any of them? When did you first suck a cock – and who was it?”
“You might not like this story,” she quietly said.
“Tell me anyway.”
“Do you remember just before we were married I used to get the bus to your house? One time I was very late?”
I knew the time she referred to. I lived in a bigger town about twelve miles from the small country town where she lived. We took turns during the week to get the bus in the evenings. Twelve miles isn’t far but it was an incredibly slow journey through the countryside. One evening she didn’t arrive until very late. She said she had missed the bus but I was very suspicious. When we kissed and petted she already seemed to be, lets say – very moist.
“I didn’t miss the bus – I got a lift in a car.”
“Anyone I knew?” I asked sharply, anxious to know whom the person was. I expected her to say it was an old boyfriend or maybe one of our mutual friends.
“It was my dad’s friend – Mr. James.”
What the hell was she going to tell me now! I knew the man she meant, at the time he must have been around fifty years old. She was just a teenager – he was actually older than her father was! I kept quiet and didn’t comment.
“He was leaving my house at the same time as I was rushing out. I was late for the bus, he offered to give me a lift to the bus stop. He drove very slowly – I could have run faster through the side streets. When we got to the bus stop no one else was there so I knew I had missed the bus. He offered to drive me to the next village and hopefully overtake the bus on the way. It always waited a few minutes in the village because usually it was ahead of schedule.
He still drove slowly and kept making comments on how I was growing up to be a good looking girl. He said I was developing a nice figure and how he wished he were a lot younger so he could ask me out. He squeezed my knee a few times. My coat had come apart and I could feel his eyes keep looking at my legs.”
“What did you feel like having a middle-aged man making passes at you?” I asked.
“I found it amusing because he spoke to me like I was a little girl – perhaps I was in his eyes. On the other hand I felt flattered that a distinguished older man thought of me in that way. Anyway, suddenly he said, “Do I get a kiss as a reward for giving you a lift?”
I laughed and told him that he hadn’t caught up with the bus yet! He said he would do and pulled into a lay-by. He said, “Well, do I get one?” then he turned off the engine and lights. I nodded and said, “OK then – but your old enough to be my dad.” He said, “That’s why I’d like to kiss you.”
I was even more amused and laughed. He was being a real “dirty old man” but because I knew him I didn’t feel threatened. He moved across and put his arm round my shoulders and pressed his lips against mine. I had expected a quick peck and a squeeze but it was hell of a lustful long kiss. He put his hand inside of my coat but he didn’t touch my tits – he just made little circular movements on my belly. Then when he stopped kissing me he whispered in my ear and gave my neck little kisses. He said things like what a lovely girl I was and that my boyfriend was a lucky guy. He gave me another passionate kiss and said that if I stayed with him a while he would drive me all the way and we could forget about the bus. He said it would be better than waiting in the dark and cold on my own. I told him OK as long as I wasn’t late.”
“You must have known he wanted more?” I said.
“I expected he wanted to kiss me more and maybe he would want to touch my breasts over my clothes.”
“You didn’t mind him doing that?”
“No – I quite enjoyed the way he kissed me. He started the car up and when I asked what he was doing he told me we would go somewhere quieter. He drove up a side road and parked on the edge of the woods, under some trees.”
“Were you not worried then?”
“No – to be honest I felt a bit of excitement. I had let boys touch me up and this was after my “gang bang” – but there was something a bit thrilling about letting an older man kiss me and touch me – especially as he was a friend of my father.
Anyway he didn’t waste any time and started to kiss me again. This time he did what I had expected and let his hand move up from my tummy to underneath my breasts. He kissed behind my ear and licked inside it and down my neck. It ticked and made me feel like jelly and I gave a little shiver. He asked me if it felt nice – I said yes. Then I felt his hand cup my tit. He massaged it and touched the end with his fingers. He asked if that felt nice too – I just mumbled something. That seemed to excite him and he said “good girl” and kissed me really lustfully. I could feel him unfastening my dress then he said we would be more comfortable in the back seat. I said I was going to be late meeting you and he said I could tell you I missed the bus and he would get me to my destination in time for the next one arriving. He knew I was going to agree because while we spoke he had unfastened my dress down to my belly and pulled it apart so he could see my bra and both breasts. He had slipped his fingers inside the cup and was feeling my bare tit and squeezing my nipple – I hadn’t stopped him.
He told me the back door was unlocked and to get in the back. When I started to pull my dress together he told me not to fasten it. I did as he told me – he climbed in the other side. He asked if I was going to be a good girl and let him see my titties properly. I didn’t answer and he pulled my bra up and got my tits out. Then he got a bit “pervy” – he rubbed and kissed them and said what a good little girl I was. One minute he talked to me like I was a child the next minute he would say, “Do you let your boyfriend play with these?” When I said yes he got really excited and breathed really heavily.
Then he kissed me hard on the lips and I felt his hand go up my skirt between my legs. He got very excited then because most girls had started wearing tights but I still wore stockings mostly. The mini skirt was only just coming into fashion. His hand was able to touch bare flesh and he pulled the gusset of my panties to one side and put a couple of fingers in me. I wouldn’t have had time to stop him!”
“But you didn’t want to anyway?”
She looked coy. “Not when he started moving them around, no,” she admitted.
“I think he was surprised that I had let him go that far. He nibbled at my tits and kissed my neck and behind my ears, then he would put his tongue in my ear. He had this thing about my ears – I must admit though it made me feel turned on – it sent a shiver through me.
He asked me if I let my boyfriend touch me between my legs. When I said yes he got more excited and moved his hand faster, then he asked if I liked it. I only gave him short yes or no answers to his questions but it got him incredibly turned on. He asked me if I touched my boyfriend’s penis. I told him sometimes and then he asked me if I had seen an older man’s penis before – I told him I was going to be late and please could he take me into town. He told me he would if I was a good girl for him.
He unfastened his trousers and pulled his penis out. It was huge! It was really thick and long. He took my hand and wrapped it around the middle and told me to move it up and down. I was fascinated by the size of him and kept my eyes on it. He started talking to me while I wanked him. He pulled my skirt up so he could see my knickers and played with my tits. He said, “You like being a naughty girl, don’t you?” And, “Do you like playing with my cock? Have you seen one so big before?” Then he said, “Go on – do it faster and make me come – then I’ll take you to your boyfriend.”
I wanked him as hard as I could and he spurted all over the car window. He kissed me and told me I was a good little girl. Then when I thought he would stop he put his mouth round my tit and put his finger back inside me. He knew how to find the right spot and he masturbated me until I reached an orgasm. Just as I was coming he said, “Would you like to do this again?” I was so carried away I shouted – Yes!
On the journey into town he told me not to tell anyone – I was over the age of consent but he was more worried about his wife finding out – and being a friend of my father. Before I got out the car I told him it was too dangerous and we shouldn’t have done it. He pulled me to him and asked if I had enjoyed it. I nodded and he said, “Well then – an older man like me knows how to give you pleasure – think about it. I’ll ask you again in a few days.”
“Obviously you saw him again,” I said. “You still haven’t told me about the first time you sucked someone off. I assume it was him?”
I felt a little extra turned on. There was something very erotic picturing her when she was a teenager sucking off an older man. I had met the man so I could picture him too. She had let herself be led on by a dirty old pervert who was supposed to be a respectable citizen.
“Well it was him – sort of,” she said.
What did she mean by that, I wondered? It was no wonder my wife, who was, at the time my girlfriend, had been wet between her legs. The shy naïve girl had been having mutual masturbation with a fifty-year-old man who was a friend of her father. Now she was about to tell me what else she did with him. Although, in spite of all the other things she had confessed, this seemed to disturb me most. Right from the start I had been fooled about her sexuality. After all these years I was only just learning the truth.
She continued her story. “About two weeks later Mr. James was at my house – I was just about to leave when he got chance to talk to me alone in the hallway. I had been avoiding him until then. I have to admit that every-time I thought about what I had let him do that I got a thrill. I enjoyed it when he fingered me and brought me off – and his cock was amazing, so thick and long. But I had decided that it was too risky with him being so old and married, not to mention what might happen if my parents found out that I had been letting their friend get inside my knickers.
Anyway he asked me where I was going – I told him I was meeting my friends at the youth-club. Then he asked what time I left and when I had to be home. When I told him I had to be home by eleven he said why don’t I leave about nine and he would be parked just down the road, waiting for me. I told him no, it was wrong and reminded him he was older than my dad was.
I didn’t come out at nine, but by nine-thirty I was thinking about it. Don’t ask me why but I told my friends I was going home and got my coat. There was something very arousing about having an older man get his cock out and wanting me to masturbate him – and unlike the boys I had let touch me he knew how to give me pleasure.
I walked slowly down the street then he drove up along side of me and opened the door. I got in and he said, “I was hoping you would change your mind. So you have to be home by eleven? Shall we drive and find somewhere quiet?” I said, “Yes, if you want to.”
When we got to a secluded spot he kissed me and told me to get in the back seat. I was going to open the door but he told me to climb over the front seat. When I knelt on the seat and was stretching over he pulled my panties down. I had to lift one leg at a time while he pulled them off. He told be to stay bent over the seat and he kissed my bum cheeks and put his fingers in me. He got out and I finished climbing over the seat as he got in the back.
He had taken off his jacket and instead of just unzipping his pants he unfastened them and pulled them down a bit. He pulled his underwear to his knees and I could see all of his balls and cock properly. It looked even bigger now.”
“So you knew he wanted to fuck you this time – you let him take your knickers off?”
“I suppose I did, yes,” she admitted.
“Did the thought of that excite you?”
“Yes,” she admitted coyly.
“He told me to take off my coat and then he put my hand on his cock. He didn’t need to tell me what to do – I just did it. While I rubbed him he unfastened my dress and unclipped my bra, then he pulled my dress off my shoulders so I was completely topless. If he had have pulled it down I would have almost been naked but he said to keep it on – just for chance anyone came along. I could quickly make myself decent. For ages I played with his cock and he sucked and licked my tits. He pinched my nipples between his fingers then he would drop his hand to my cunt and make little circles around my clit. I got very turned on and I spread my legs for him as wide as I could.
He kept talking dirty and asking questions like he had before. He asked if I liked playing with cocks and do I touch myself – and does he give me more pleasure than boys’ my own age do. He asked if I liked my tits being sucked.”
“So what were your answers?”
“I just kept saying yes, mainly.”
Then he did something no one else had done before. He told me to lie flat on the seat as much as I could and he got on the floor and started licking my slit. It felt great, he lifted my legs up and spread them wide and I felt his tongue lick my bum hole then he slowly licked up to my cunt. When I got really excited I put my hands on the back of his head and thrust my hips in and out. I was almost at the point of coming and he said, “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel my cock inside you?” I didn’t really know what I was saying – I was too turned on – I shouted – Yes!
He sat upright and lifted me on his knee with one leg either side of him. He held me and guided his cock inside my cunt and then lowered me all the way onto it. Fucking hell, he was big! But it felt great. I bounced up and down without him having to tell me and pressed his face to my breasts. He pulled me back because he wanted to watch my tits bounce and his cock slide in and out. He talked dirty again and said I was a sex mad little slut. He said, “You love being fucked by your daddy’s friend, don’t you?” I said yes. He said, ” Are you going to let me fuck you more often – and are you going to be a dirty little girl and do things for me?”
I was so carried away I just kept saying yes. When I felt his spunk shoot in me it made me come at the same time. He bounced me on his cock really hard. When he finished coming he sat me back on the seat and pulled my head down on his cock. He said, “You can be a dirty girl now and lick it for me.”
“Yes, it tasted salty.”
“So you had every intention of being a dirty girl for him?”
“I felt excited when he made me do things – and when he was bossy and in control.”
“But you still haven’t told me when you first sucked someone off,” I said. “And what did you mean before when you said he was “sort of “the first one you sucked off?”
I met him again a couple of weeks later and we more or less did the same things. A couple of times he met me off the bus when I had left you and he would have a quick grope and I would wank him off before he took me home. Once when I was leaving he said would I meet him the next week after the youth-club. He said his wife was away and we could go to his house and be more comfortable. I agreed to his suggestion but was scared someone would see me going in his house.
Anyway, the next week I met him and I ducked down on the floor while he drove down his street and pulled in his driveway. He took me into the main room and he put some music on and sat on a sofa next to me. He offered me an alcoholic drink but I refused and just had an orange cordial. He started to kiss me and play with my breasts and he asked me to get his cock out. After a few minutes the doorbell rang – I panicked and jumped up to make a dash out of the back door. Mr. James grabbed me and told me it was OK and to sit down again. He said he knew who it was and he was expecting him. I was about to ask him what the hell he meant – and what was going on – but he disappeared out of the room to answer the door.
I was confused – he had taken a lot of trouble not to get caught and was worried about me telling anyone – yet he gets me into his house when he knows someone is going to call on him. When the person came into the room I was flabbergasted – it was the man who was at that time Leader of the Town Council. Most people were scared of him and the influence he had. My dad said that he was on every committee going and he was a magistrate. He was a powerful man. His name was Smith.”
“I remember him – but wouldn’t he have been bloody old? Even then?”
“He was older than Mr. James, I found out later he was sixty-two.”
“Jesus! Your not going to tell me you did things with him, are you?”
She bit her fingernails and nodded. I made myself calm down so she wouldn’t clam up and said, “Carry on, please. I’ll keep quiet.”
“Mr. James introduced me as a friend and then offered him a drink. I was very surprised when he asked him to sit down and stay. Mr. James sat back next to me on the sofa, close like he was before. Mr. Smith didn’t seem too shocked or bothered that a young girl should be in the house. It was though he expected it and it was quite normal.
Smith just kept eyeing me up and down; he made me feel nervous and embarrassed. They talked about business and other things but I wasn’t listening – I was too uncomfortable. I just sipped my orange and was planning to say I had to be going home now. Mr. James suddenly put his hand on my thigh and changed the subject. He said to Smith, “Before you came we were just getting relaxed and friendly.” Then he looked at me and said, “Weren’t we?” All I could do was nod my head. I heard Smith draw in his breath sharply. Smith said, “Don’t let me interfere, we shouldn’t neglect your young friend by talking business.”
Mr. James ran his hand further up my dress to the top of my thigh and massaged my leg. He was just below my panties. I was too shocked to move or stop him. It was different than having lads touch you. I was with two dirty old men – one old enough to be my grandfather. He waited to see if I would stop him and then said, “We were having a little kiss and cuddle.” Then he put his arm around me and moved to kiss me. I put my hands between us to stop him and his other hand went straight to my breasts. He told me to relax and he put his mouth to mine. I heard Smith laugh and say, “I think she is a bit shy because I’m here. Don’t mind me darling, be a good girl for Mr. James. No one will get to know about it.”
Mr. James said his friend liked to admire pretty young girls and there was nothing to be scared of. He nibbled and licked my ear and neck because he knew it turned me on and made me go weak. He started to undo my dress and whispered, “We’ll let Mr. Smith look at your sexy underwear. He unfastened my dress to my belly and then he pulled the hem up and told me lift my bum off the seat – he pulled it up to my waist and put his hand on my bare belly. He told me to open my legs wider. I obeyed him. He said, “Isn’t she a good girl – and she still likes to wear stockings instead of pantyhose?”
He rubbed my tummy and moved his body so Mr. Smith could see me better. I noticed Smith was moving his hand between his legs. I just looked down at Mr. James’s hand and suddenly he thrust it down my panties and opened my pussy lips a bit. He stroked it and Smith started breathing really hard and his hand moved faster over his crotch. Then Mr. James said, “Show Mr. Smith your nipples.” It was like a command. I just did it – I pulled up my bra and bared my tits for them to see. He told me to play with them while they watched me. I did.
After a while Mr. James said, “Are you going to let Mr. Smith sit next to you so he can play with you too?” I nodded. Then he said, “Are you going to play with us as well? Are you going to show us what a naughty girl you can be?” For some reason that made me really fucking turned on! Being used by two dirty old perverts! That’s how I got the taste for kinky sex and why I enjoyed the situation with the builders. To you I pretended I was inexperienced because you were my husband. I have always had a secret life – a secret sex life. If the opportunity were there I would encourage men to have sex with me. If there was more than one man at once – then, so much the better.
Mr. Smith came and sat next to me and right away he started pawing at my tits. He told me to kiss him. It felt funny having a passionate sexy kiss with a sixty-odd-year old man. While I was kissing him Mr. James still had his hand down my knickers. I wanted to be fucked then – I wanted a cock inside me – so without being asked to I unfastened Smiths’ pants and got his cock out. He was fairly well endowed too. I didn’t realise men of that age could still get so hard.
Mr. Smith said, “You’re right, she is a very naughty girl – suck it for me!” Then he put his hand behind my neck and lowered me towards his cock. I had never done that before but I didn’t need lessons. I sucked and wanked him hard while the other one masturbated me. Then I felt my panties being removed and I was positioned so Mr. James could get his cock inside me. Smith was breathing very heavy because he could see all that was going on. It took him ages to shoot his spunk – I think it was because of his age – but he kept hard. I was told to keep it in my mouth when he came and I felt really dirty letting it go down my throat. It was hot and salty, when it hit the back of my mouth I just couldn’t help keep swallowing it.
Mr. James kept fucking me hard but as he was about to come he pulled out of me and turned me round. He just about managed to get his penis in my mouth before his sperm shot out. He grabbed hold of my head and masturbated himself in my mouth until he was exhausted.
It didn’t finish there. Mr. James said, “We haven’t made you climax yet have we? Come on, let’s take you upstairs and put you on the bed.” They took me into a bedroom and stripped my clothes off except for my stockings. They got undressed as well and lay on the bed either side of me. Well, they did all sorts of things to me. They licked, sucked, fingered, rubbed, massaged, tweaked my nipples – you name it, they did it. And something else too. A couple of times they each needed to go for a pee. When they came back and got me to suck or lick their cocks, I could taste their pee. It made me feel very aroused. I licked and sucked more so little dribbles came out and I swallowed it. They got me to open my legs and masturbate myself while they watched and played with their cocks. I got more aroused when I could taste their piss and I wanked myself harder. I made myself come. They didn’t manage to get hard again before it was time to go home. Pity really – I wanted them to fuck me.
So there you are! That’s what I meant by sort of. It was Mr. Smith and Mr. James in quick succession. Like I said – I always had a secret life.”
“I take it this went on for a long time then?”
“Yes – you might as well know now. It started before we were married and went on for a few years after – on and off.”
“A few years after? Did they come to the house when I was at work? What about when you had babies?”
“If they came to the house it was usually singly. Mostly I met them in their cars or went to Mr. Smiths’ furniture store.”
“So what about when you were pregnant or with a new baby?”
“I gave them oral or masturbated them. A few times I let them fuck me. They got turned on looking at my pregnant body. They used to like me to undress and they would rub my tummy and tickle my clit. When the baby was born Mr. Smith liked to watch me breast-feed. When the baby had finished I let him suck me and have my milk. He got me to wank him while he sucked. Sometimes I took the baby to his shop and when he closed for lunch we would go in the back and I would feed the baby while he watched.
Before we was married sometimes they would be waiting when I got off the bus and I would get in the car. Smith was usually in the back and when I said I had to go straight home they would just drive around town while I had my head down sucking his cock. He liked me to swallow it all. Sometimes they would swap places and I would suck Mr. James.”
“Tell me something – why do you always call them Mister? Why do you not use their first names?”
“They said that I should never call them by their first names. Because they knew my parents and Smith was a leading citizen it would be obvious something was going on if ever I forgot to be formal in company. It was probably the best-kept secret this town has ever known.”
“So because you kept your sexuality a secret I couldn’t compete. I held back because I thought you was shy and straight-laced and wasn’t able to let your hair down. And all the time you were having dirty kinky sex with other men. Thanks for that!”
“I didn’t think you would want a wife like that so I pretended. After I stopped seeing James and Smith I tried to be normal – then the builders came along. Well, apart from once with the washing machine repair man.”
Now that story sounded so ordinary after all the things she had told me I didn’t want to know about the washing machine man!