Few couples were as obviously made for each other as Percy and Amy. Both painfully shy individuals, they met at university while both were studying economics. Neither completed their degree, unfortunately, but they did not care – they had found each other, and that was what really mattered.
Percy Pratt, a short, bespectacled man with crooked teeth and a rather unfortunate case of body odour, had never had a girlfriend before Amy: in fact, he had never even kissed a girl. Ever since primary school he had been pushed around by boys larger and cooler than himself (which was essentially all of them), and his nasally voice and stammer had not helped matters. Constant mockery and bullying had turned him into a bit of a recluse, shunning social contact wherever possible – but university gave him a clean slate, and for the most part he enjoyed his time there. Not being especially clever, he struggled with his studies and for a while considered dropping out – but then he met Amy…
Amy Lane was also optically challenged, having to wear thick glasses in her childhood that fortunately thinned through her teens as her eyesight lengthened. These days she was able to wear contacts, but as a child she had been teased mercilessly on account of her glasses and also because of her short, tubby physique. She had slimmed down a lot by the time she went to university, but with mousy brown hair that she tended to wear over her face, and a penchant for wearing drab, shapeless clothes, she had still been overlooked by the young men at university. Even by Percy, if truth be told, though early on the two of them had recognized in each other kindred spirits, and for a while had studied together. Feeling comfortable in each other’s presence, they had become firm friends, until one day Percy awkwardly asked her if she would like to have dinner with him. From then on, despite the fact that they suddenly found themselves terribly shy with each other, their budding romance became a runaway train that gathered pace over the next few weeks until, breathlessly one afternoon, Percy asked Amy if she would marry him. He was rather disconcerted when she gasped and ran away, but that evening she slipped a note under his door which said, simply, “Yes!”
Their studies took a back seat as they spent every waking hour together. He persuaded her to try contacts, and he bought her clothes that flattered her, rather than her usual choice of shapeless, figure-concealing garments. For her part, she helped him to overcome his body odour problem (more frequent showering was a key factor), and persuaded him to get rid of some of his more obnoxious shirts and trousers.
They discovered the delights of sex in a series of clumsy, fumbling encounters, and Amy went on the pill to prevent an unplanned pregnancy. Soon they were having sex as often as they could manage – and spent a lot of time in bed together that they should have spent attending lectures.
After they flunked university, Percy signed up with a local employment agency and was assigned a temporary job working in a retail giant’s warehouse. Totally unsuited to heavy lifting, his more than adequate computer skills had led his manager to try him out as an inventory clerk, a position which was sorely needed at the company. Almost instantly the flow and organization of inventory was transformed as Percy attacked his new role with enthusiasm, and twice running he was named employee of the month.
Thanks to Percy’s job, and some savings he had been accumulating since childhood, he and Amy were able to secure a mortgage and put down a deposit on a small terraced house in one of the less expensive suburbs. Moving out of the rented flat and into a real house of their own was a joyful moment for them both. With very few funds left at their disposal, they got married quietly in a registry office, witnessed only by Amy’s parents. Percy tried to carry his wife across the threshold of their new home, but he put his back out and had to lie down for several hours before he felt safe standing up again.
Amy had tried a few different jobs, but her nervousness and awkwardness with new people rendered her unsuitable for any of the receptionist and customer service positions for which she applied. Eventually she asked Percy if he would mind very much if she stayed home and simply looked after their house. Percy said he wouldn’t mind at all, and thus Amy slipped comfortably into the role of housewife.
Now, just over a year later, they were in the process of trying for a baby. Amy had come off the pill several months before, and was back to regular periods, but so far they had not had any luck. Tonight was a good time to try again – one day before Amy was due to ovulate, and four since Percy’s last orgasm.
Percy was in the living room when Amy shyly came down the stairs, wearing what was for her a very sexy outfit. It consisted of a knee-length blue skirt and a peasant-style cream-coloured blouse through which her bra was faintly visible. She came and sat down next to Percy, who smiled happily at her.
“You look beautiful, darling,” he said to her.
She blushed. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m all clean … and…” Her cheeks reddened still further. “I shaved.”
Percy’s eyes widened as a broad grin broke out on his face. “All of it?”
She nodded, and ducked her head, staring at her knees. Then she smiled as he gave her a hug. “Are you ready for dinner?” she asked. “I put candles out.”
She led him by the hand through to the dining room, and lit the candles on the table. She was just blowing out her match when the doorbell rang. She looked up at Percy in surprise. “Are you expecting someone?”
“No,” he said. “Probably Jehovah’s Witnesses or something. I’ll try not to be too long.”
“Be assertive!” she told him with a smile.
He laughed. Assertiveness, as they were both well aware, was neither’s strong suit. But tonight he had plenty of motivation to send the Witnesses packing as soon as possible. He went to the front door and opened it.
“Percy!” boomed a tall, burly man in a rugby shirt and jeans. He was blond, ruggedly good-looking, about the same age as Percy … and Percy recognised him instantly, with a stab of paralysing fear.
“J…Juh…Jeff!” he stammered.
Jeff stepped over the threshold and clapped Percy on the arm. “My God!” he said. “What’s it been – five years? How the hell are you?”
Two other men, also very large, entered in Jeff’s wake. The first, a dark-haired man whose nose was slightly crooked from a break, shook Percy’s hand vigorously. “All right Percy?” he said. “Heard a lot about you. I’m Duncan.”
The third man was the shortest of the three, but at six feet he still towered over Percy’s diminutive five-foot-three frame. “Mike’s the name!” he said. “Nice to meet you Percy.”
“Er … and you,” said Percy, shaking his hand to get some blood back into it. “Er, Jeff, what b…brings you here?”
“Well hello!” said Jeff, smiling down at Amy, who had appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. She was clutching the doorpost, looking very nervous. At just five foot one, she looked tiny next to Jeff.
“Er, Amy, this is Jeff,” said Percy, tripping over a pair of shoes as he hurried to his wife’s side. “An old … er … friend from secondary school. Jeff, this is my wife Amy.”
“Well done Percy!” said Jeff. “She’s quite a totty! Congratulations to the two of you.” He stooped down and enfolded Amy in a hug that lifted her off her feet. Then he reached down with one hand, grabbed her left buttock, and gave it a squeeze. “Nice arse, too!” he said, letting her go. “You certainly married up, Percy old mate!”
“Er, thank you,” said Percy. “Er, J-Jeff, m-might I inquire what you’re d-doing here?”
“Hmm? Oh! Yes of course,” said Jeff, putting Amy down and turning to enter the living room. “Well, we’re just passing through actually. We’re heading up to Scotland for a week’s camping and fishing. We planned to sleep in the car tonight, but then I thought, what the hell, I seem to remember my old mate Percy lives in Brum – maybe I’ll look him up and see if he’ll let us crash at his place for the night. So I looked you up in the phone book, and there you were! And here we are.”
“Oh,” said Percy, nonplussed. “Well, um, this isn’t really a good time, you know – we were hoping for a nice quiet evening, just the two of us…”
“Oh don’t worry about us,” said Jeff with a dismissive wave of his hand. “We won’t get in the way. You got any grub?”
Percy looked helplessly at Amy, who shrugged unhappily. “Er,” said Percy, “well, Amy just made a lasagne. But it was really just for...”
“That sounds great!” said Jeff. “Come on lads!”
And so, ten minutes later, Percy and Amy found themselves having a rather uncomfortable dinner with Jeff and his friends. The young couple barely said a word; the conversation was dominated by Percy’s old schoolmates, and was by turns raucous, lewd, and politically incorrect.
“So, um, what do you three do?” asked Percy, courageously breaking into the conversation, and trying to steer it away from actresses with big boobs, a topic that was clearly causing Amy considerable discomfort.
“We’re stockbrokers!” said Duncan. “And getting to be pretty successful ones, if I may say so!”
“You may, sir, you may,” said Jeff. “Well Amy, what’s for pudding?”
Amy mumbled something as she got up and went to the fridge. A moment later she returned with a glass bowl filled with gooseberry fool. She set it down in front of herself, and sat down.
“So you’re an inventory clerk, eh?” said Mike to Percy. “Rewarding job?”
“It’s p-pretty good,” said Percy. “And it d-doesn’t take up too m-much of my d-day … so I can spend a lot of time d-doing other stuff.”
“Like browsing for porn on the internet, I’ll bet!” guffawed Jeff.
“N-no!” said Percy quickly, glancing across the table at Amy. “I write a bit.”
“Oh yes? What about?” asked Jeff.
“Animals, m-mostly,” said Percy. “At the moment I’m writing a ch-children’s story about c-crocodiles…”
Instantly Jeff and his friends looked at each other and sang, “Ohhhhhhhh… Brian the builder, bought a crocodile…”
Then Duncan pointed to Jeff, who continued on his own: “And he fed it with sausages for a while.” The tune was simple and sounded like a drunken pub song. “It got a bit hungry and ate his dog, So he took it down the pub, and sold it on to…”
He pointed across at Mike, who carried on: “Simon the salesman, bought a crocodile, And he fed it with radishes for a while; It got a bit hungry and ate his bum, So he took it down the pub, and sold it on to…” At which point, Mike pointed to Amy. All eyes turned towards her.
“What?” she said worriedly. “I don’t know the words!”
“It’s Freddy the fireman!” said Jeff exasperatedly, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Splish-splosh!”
“Splish-splosh!” chorused Duncan and Mike, and Mike picked up the bowl of gooseberry fool, tugged open the front of Amy’s top, and poured the fool over her bra-clad breasts, moving the bowl from left to right so that both breasts were liberally coated all over.
Amy gasped, and looked up at Percy with an expression of tragic horror as Mike let go of her top and then patted the material down against her messy breasts.
“I say J-Jeff, that was a b-bit m-much,” said Percy.
“Don’t worry,” said Duncan conspiratorially to him. “We’ll teach you the words so you don’t get caught out next time.”
“Well I suppose we’ll have to go without pudding,” said Jeff. “Oh well. Hey, Amy, do you want to see a magic trick?”
“I’d better go and change,” she said in a small voice, and started to get up.
“Oh don’t be a wimp,” said Jeff. “You can change later. Come on, sit, sit. Do you want to see a card trick or what?”
“All right,” she mumbled, slowly sitting back down.
“Here, pick a card,” said Jeff. “Any card. Don’t show it to me.”
Amy picked one and looked at it. Then she handed it back to Jeff, who placed it back into the pack. He patted the deck down, and started dealing cards on to the table, turning them face up as he did so. When he was nearly two-thirds of the way through the pack, he stopped.
“Now,” he said. “I’ll bet you a tenner that the next card I turn over will be yours.”
Amy shrugged. “Well I don’t think I have a tenner,” she said, “but okay.”
“If you don’t have a tenner,” said Jeff, “then perhaps something else? How about if you take off that top?”
“Oh I don’t think so,” said Amy, blushing and dipping her head.
“What’s the matter? Are you that sure you’ll lose?”
“Well no…”
“Then come on – where’s the harm? If I’m right, you take off the top. If I’m wrong, you get a tenner. Doesn’t that sound fair?”
“Well…”
“Come on Amy – is it a deal?”
“All right,” she muttered.
Jeff thumbed through the cards that he had already dealt on to the table, and flipped over the King of Hearts. Amy’s face fell, and Jeff grinned. “Come on,” he said. “A deal’s a deal.”
Amy looked to Percy for support, but he merely looked back helplessly. With a slight whimper, Amy pulled up her top, tugged her arms out, and lifted it up over her head, revealing her gooseberry fool-soaked bra. As she laid it over the back of her chair, Jeff, Mike and Duncan cheered. “Good girl!” said Jeff. “Now, since we have the cards out anyway, who’s up for a game of Trousers?”
“I d-don’t know how to p-play that,” said Percy. “And n-neither does Amy.”
“Oh don’t be a wet blanket,” said Jeff. “It’s very easy. The deck goes in the middle of the table, like so.” He placed the deck face down on the tablecloth. “I take the top five cards, and I pass them on to the person on my left. That would be you, Amy. As I give you the cards, I tell you what sort of poker hand I have. Say, two pairs. If you don’t believe me, you turn the cards face up, so everyone can see. If what you turn up is less good than what I said, like, say it’s only one pair, then I lose the round. If you choose to believe me, on the other hand, you take as many cards as you like out of the hand, and put them on the bottom of the deck. Then you replace them from the top. Then you hand your five cards to the person on your left – that would be Mike – and tell him what you have … but it has to be better than what I said. Understand?”
“No,” said Percy, noting Amy’s troubled look.
“You’ll pick it up,” said Jeff. He shuffled the cards and took five cards from the top. “If you lose a round, you have to chop three inches off the bottom of your trouser legs. Which reminds me – Percy – go and fetch a pair of scissors, there’s a good lad.”
“We usually play this the night before a weekday,” said Duncan. “The loser is the person who gives up first, and he has to go to work the next day wearing the same trousers. Last month Mike showed up on the trading floor in the tiniest little shorts you can imagine – I nearly died laughing!”
“Yeah,” said Mike ruefully. “It was neck and neck between me and Jeff for a long while, but I couldn’t afford for my trousers to get any shorter, so I had to call it quits while they still covered my tackle.”
“Since you’re not wearing trousers,” said Jeff to Amy, “we’ll have to chop off the bottom of your skirt. And since it’s much shorter than our trousers, we’ll make it just two inches for you, and three for the rest of us.”
Percy returned with a pair of kitchen scissors, and reluctantly handed them to Duncan.
“Okay!” said Jeff. “I’ll start. A pair of Fives. Nice easy start for you Amy.” He handed her the cards.
Amy looked at them. “I don’t know what beats what,” she said.
“It’s very simple,” said Mike. “A pair of sixes would beat a pair of Fives, right? A pair of Aces would beat any other pair. Two pairs beat one pair. Three of a kind beats two pairs. A low straight – that’s four cards in a row, you know, like Three Four Five Six – comes next, then a high straight, which is five cards in a row. Then a flush, which means all the cards are the same suit. Then a full house, which is three cards of one kind and two of another – like, three Kings and two Fours. Then four of a kind, then a straight flush, which is like a high straight except all in the same suit, then a royal flush, which is the top five cards in the same suit: Ace, King, Queen, Jack, Ten.”
Amy took three cards from her hand and slid them under the deck. Then she took three cards from the top. “A pair of Sixes,” she said.
Mike stared at her in puzzlement. “Liar,” he said, and turned over the cards. Then he laughed as he saw that there were indeed two Sixes. “You sod,” he said to Jeff, who grinned.
Percy could not help smiling as Mike got to his feet and used the scissors to chop three inches off the bottom of each leg of his trousers. Jeff had obviously been kind to Amy and given her a pair of Sixes instead of a pair of Fives as he had said. For this, Percy was grateful.
After a shuffle, Duncan went next, passing a King High to Percy, who was surprised to find two Tens as well as a King when he looked at the cards. He replaced three cards, drew three more, and passed three Tens to Jeff. Jeff stared at him suspiciously for a moment, but he did not call him a liar, and looked at the cards. He put two cards back, drew another two, and sighed. “Three Tens and a Seven,” he said to Amy. “Beat that if you can.”
Amy looked at the cards, and her eyes widened. She looked up sharply at Jeff, who grinned and winked at her. Percy’s stomach knotted – what had Jeff done? He watched as his wife placed two cards back in the deck, and took two more. Handing all five to Mike, she said, “Three Tens and a Queen.”
Mike, smiling, turned the cards over. There was nothing there – not even a pair. Jeff laughed, as did Duncan. Amy reluctantly got to her feet and held out her hand for the scissors. Then she started cutting, and a minute later had removed a strip of material two inches wide from the bottom of her skirt.
In the next round, she apparently did not believe Jeff when he handed her three Queens after being given a pair of Eights and a pair of Jacks (in an attempt by Percy to wrong-foot his old school contemporary), but when she turned the cards over, there the Queens were. With an unhappy sigh, she cut another two inches off the bottom of her skirt.
“W…what happens if Amy gives up?” asked Percy.
“Well unless she’s going to work tomorrow,” said Jeff, “I suppose we’ll have to come up with another forfeit. How about she takes off what’s left of the skirt, and her bra, and spends the rest of the evening in just her knickers?”
“N-no!” said Percy. “That’s not fair.”
“I think it’s very fair,” said Jeff. “But let’s put it to the vote. Whoever thinks Amy should take off her skirt and bra if she loses, raise your hand.” Three hands were raised. “That settles it then.”
Percy, not knowing what to say, subsided helplessly. He looked over at Amy, who looked back at him unhappily. “All right,” he said sullenly.
Duncan passed him a low straight, and he tried for a high straight, but failed. Then he smiled to himself. If he managed to lose every round, he would spare Amy the humiliation of having to shorten her skirt any more, and the forfeit to follow. “Er, high straight!” he said as he passed his cards to Jeff.
“Sounds reasonable,” said Jeff as he took a look at the cards. Then he chuckled. “You do realise these are all the same suit, right?” Without even replacing any cards, he passed the hand on to Amy. “Flush – Jack high.”
Amy seemed to take a while to come to a decision, but then she looked at the cards. She hesitated, then replaced one card and drew another. “Flush – King high,” she said.
Mike turned over the cards, and Amy got to her feet again with a sigh. Two more inches came off her skirt; it was now above mid-thigh. Mike passed an Ace to Duncan, who passed a pair of Threes to Percy, who passed four Aces to Jeff.
“I do believe you’re trying to lose, Percy,” said Jeff wryly, as he turned the cards over.
Percy chopped three inches off the bottom of his trousers, and Jeff passed two Kings to Amy, who passed two Kings and a Ten to Mike. For some reason, Mike did not believe this, and turned the cards over. He was right to do so – Amy only had two Nines. Another two inches came off her skirt. Percy had never seen her wearing anything so sexy. But he could not enjoy it, because his erstwhile secondary school persecutor was enjoying it, as were his awful friends.
Percy next passed a Royal Flush to Jeff, who sighed and turned the cards over. Percy shortened his trousers again. Then Jeff passed three Eights to Amy, who turned them over. They were there. Off came another two inches.
“Before you sit down, Sweetheart,” said Jeff to Amy, “turn around.”
Amy reluctantly did so, and Percy’s eyes widened as he saw her buttocks peeping below her hemline. “I say, Jeff,” he said, “that’s short enough, surely.”
“Well Amy’s welcome to give up,” said Jeff, “but then she’ll have to take it off completely, along with her bra. Are you ready to give up, Amy?”
She shook her head and sat down forlornly. Percy lost the next round, and Amy lost the next. She cut off another two inches, revealing her panties to the cheers of Jeff, Mike and Duncan. She looked terribly embarrassed as she sat down again.
Upon losing twice more, she ran out of skirt – it was already less than two inches from top to bottom. “That’s it then,” said Jeff. “Sorry Sweetheart – you lose. I’m afraid the bra and, um, belt, will have to come off.”
Amy looked pleadingly at Percy, who decided it was time to assert himself. “L-look here, J-Jeff,” he said. “I d-don’t think Amy wants to t-take off her bra.”
“The rules are the rules, mate,” said Jeff. “Sorry, but the bra comes off.”
“B-but…” began Percy.
“No buts,” said Jeff. “You can’t play a game and then renege on the rules at the end.”
“I s-suppose not,” said Percy dully.
Amy reluctantly unclasped her bra and took it off. Then she removed what was left of her skirt, leaving only her panties and shoes on. She folded her arms across her breasts.
“Oh now don’t be a spoil-sport,” said Jeff, pulling her arms down gently. “You’ll be spending the rest of the evening like this – you might as well get used to the idea.” Then he stared at her breasts. “I must say, that’s a cracking pair of boobs,” he said. He reached out and took her right breast in his hand. Squeezing it gently, he nodded with approval. “Very nice, yes.” Then he let go, and Amy backed away from him.
“It’s a bit cramped in here,” said Duncan. “Shall we go through to the next room?”
They did so, and Jeff steered Amy to the middle of the sofa. Then he and Mike sat down either side of her. Percy dithered, not knowing whether to say something, or what to say. He was about to open his mouth to object to Amy’s placement when Jeff spoke.
“Percy, do you have any booze?”
“Er … some wine,” said Percy. “That’s it.”
“Go and break it out, there’s a good chap.”
Percy scowled to himself as he went through to the kitchen and got a bottle of wine out of the cupboard under the stairs. He found a corkscrew, and removed the cork. Then he got out some glasses, and poured wine into them. He picked up two of them, and walked back through to the living room. What he saw nearly made him drop both glasses.
Amy’s left leg was stretched out over Mike’s lap. His left hand was holding her shin in place, and his right hand was stroking the inside of her upper thigh. Her right leg was mirroring her left, being stretched over Jeff’s lap. Jeff too was holding her leg in place and stroking her upper thigh.
“You’re right,” said Mike to Jeff. “Amy has excellent skin.”
Amy, her hands clasped over her gusset and her breasts squeezed together between her upper arms, looked a little panicky as she raised her eyes to meet Percy’s. But then Duncan got to his feet and came over to Percy. “Percy old chap,” he said. “Do you think you and I might have a word in the kitchen?”
“B-but Amy…” began Percy.
“Oh I’m sure Amy can look after herself for a few minutes,” said Duncan. “I just want to talk with you – it won’t take long.” He ushered Percy back into the kitchen.
“W-what do you want to t-talk to me about?” asked Percy.
“School,” said Duncan. “I understand Jeff was … perhaps a little tough on you back then?”
“I’ll say,” muttered Percy.
“That’s such a shame,” said Duncan. “When I was thirteen, I was about your size – perhaps even smaller – and I got teased a lot and picked on by the bigger boys.”
“Really?” said Percy.
“Oh yes – I was bullied,” said Duncan, nodding. “So you know what I did, Percy? I went to the gym, and I lifted weights, and I ran three miles every day, and I built myself up, and you know what happened?”
“You got b-bigger?” suggested Percy.
“Exactly. I got bigger and stronger, until eventually I was bigger and stronger than the boys who had bullied me. And you can be sure I beat the crap out of those guys.”
“Oh,” said Percy. “You think I should l-lift weights?”
“Heck no,” said Duncan. “It’s way too late for you. If you’re this size now, you’ll always be this size. You’ll just have to make the best of it.”
“Oh,” said Percy again. “Well I’d better get back to…”
“You know what else, though?” said Duncan. “I did learn a valuable lesson in my school days…”
And on he rambled, while Percy grew increasingly concerned about Amy. Twenty minutes later, Percy finally managed to excuse himself, and he practically ran back into the living room.
Amy was still in the same position, only now Jeff was squeezing and kneading her right breast, and Mike was sucking on her left nipple while his hand, inside the front of her panties, was moving rhythmically.
“Percy!” said Amy breathlessly. She looked desperate, like a trapped deer.
Jeff and Mike looked up and grinned at Percy. “We’ve thought of another game we can play,” said Jeff. “It’s called Whose Willy Is It Anyway? The idea of the game is this: Amy will be blindfolded, and she will suck each of our dicks in turn, and she has to guess which one is yours. If she is right, then you get to come in her mouth. If she is wrong, then whoever’s dick it is gets to come in her mouth. Whichever happens, she has to swallow it too.”
“N-no way!” said Percy, horrified.
“What’s the matter?” said Duncan. “Surely you don’t think Amy can possibly fail to recognise your willy, do you?”
“Well I d-don’t know,” said Percy. “She’s n-never…” Then he stopped, embarrassed.
“She’s never gone down on you?” asked Jeff in disbelief. “And you’ve been married how long?”
“It’s just n-never appealed to me,” said Percy.
“Never appealed to you?” echoed Jeff. “Who the hell doesn’t like to have their dick sucked?”
“How do you know you won’t like it if you don’t try it?” asked Mike, still moving his hand rhythmically inside Amy’s panties. Her eyes were now half-closed, and she seemed to be breathing heavily. All trace of gooseberry fool had gone from her breasts – apparently having been licked off.
“That settles it,” said Jeff. “Duncan, see if you can find a suitable blindfold upstairs. Percy, we’re going to do you a big favour: show you what a blowjob feels like.”
A moment later Duncan brought down a long tri-coloured scarf. “This’ll do,” he said. He tossed it to Jeff, who fastened it around Amy’s head, pulling it down over her eyes.
“Okay Amy,” he said, putting her leg back on the floor. He led her to the middle of the room and gently pushed her down into a kneeling position. “Stay there,” he said, “with your hands behind your back. When you feel a dick touch your face, take it into your mouth and suck it as though it were a lollipop. You can lick around the end of it too – that’s the sensitive part. Once you’ve sucked all four of our dicks, tell us which one you think was Percy’s.”
Then, in silence, he motioned for the other men, including Percy, to walk slowly around Amy in a circle. Then he stopped, and gestured for Duncan to go first. Percy watched in enormous discomfort as Duncan took out of his trousers a large circumcised penis. He felt sure that Amy could not possibly mistake this eight-inch monster for his rather smaller endowment. He wanted to tear his eyes away, but could not help watching as Duncan touched the tip of his penis to Amy’s lips, and Amy hesitantly opened her mouth to receive it. She screwed up her face in distaste, but Duncan put his hand behind her head and shoved his cock forward, pushing it into her mouth.
She sucked on it for a full minute before Jeff motioned for Duncan to withdraw. Then the men started walking again, and this time Jeff pointed at Percy. Nervously, and hating that these big bullies were going to see his small penis, Percy unzipped and fished his erection out of his trousers. The fact that he was hard was surprising to him – he was not enjoying this at all, but the prospect of having his penis sucked had prompted a biological reaction that he was not in full command of. He clumsily bumped his penis against Amy’s nose, and then pushed it into her mouth when she parted her lips.
It felt wonderful – her soft wet lips sliding up and down his shaft, her lithe tongue snaking around his uncut foreskin … he almost came, but then Jeff waved him back and he withdrew, almost reluctantly. Then Jeff himself was next, and his large penis, thought Percy, was also unlikely to fool Amy.
Finally Mike stepped up to Percy’s little wife, and Percy was unnerved to see that not only was Mike uncircumcised, his penis was much more in Percy’s league – maybe five and a half inches long, if that. He crossed his fingers and hoped for the best.
“Right!” said Jeff, after they had all rotated a few positions again. “Tell us, Amy, which penis you think was your husband’s.”
Amy was silent for a moment. Then she said, “The last one.”
“Wrong!” said Jeff gleefully as he removed her blindfold. “That was Mike’s. Percy’s was the second one.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed Amy in utter shock. She looked up at Percy with a fearful expression. “I’m sorry! I didn’t think that was you because … you weren’t so gentle…”
“Just clumsy, methinks,” said Jeff with a laugh. “Oh well, now you get to swallow Mike’s sperm.”
Mike grinned and advanced upon Amy. He directed his penis to her lips, and with a little whimper she took him into her mouth. Percy watched, appalled, as his wife sucked and licked this stranger’s erect penis. Minutes went by, and then more minutes, and finally Mike withdrew. “This isn’t doing it for me,” he said. “How about a different competition?”
“Like what?” asked Jeff.
“Well, Amy doesn’t give head to Percy, so it’s natural that she wouldn’t recognise his dick with her mouth. But I presume you two have sex, right?”
“Yes…” said Percy, not sure where this was going, but sure he was not going to like it.
“So presumably she would recognise your dick if it was inside her, right?”
“I don’t know – I suppose so,” said Percy.
“So let’s all put our dicks into Amy’s pussy, one by one, and let her guess which one is yours.”
“Excellent idea,” said Jeff. He helped Amy to her feet. “Of course, these will have to come off.” He stooped and pulled her panties down to her ankles, which made her squeal and cover her pussy with her hands, then he led her to the sofa. So as not to trip, she had to step out of her panties and leave them where they lay. Jeff sat her down on the front edge of the sofa, then he tucked cushions behind her and had her lean back against them. Mike passed him the blindfold, which he refastened around her head to cover her eyes.
“J-Jeff, I really d-don’t like this idea,” said Percy unhappily. “And I’m sure Amy d-doesn’t either.”
“Oh it’s just harmless fun,” said Jeff.
Percy thought of Jeff putting his huge penis into Amy’s vagina, and he cringed inside – for Amy’s sake. “J-Jeff, let me go and g-get some b-baby oil,” he said. “We n-normally use it.”
“All right,” said Jeff, nodding.
Percy ran upstairs and got a bottle of baby oil out of his bedside table. Then he brought it back downstairs. Jeff took it from him, then he lifted Amy’s legs up and pushed her knees back either side of her shoulders, so that her pussy and anus were both completely exposed. He poured baby oil liberally over Amy’s pussy, then he stuck the nozzle inside her and gave the bottle a brief squeeze. Amy winced and whimpered. Jeff pulled the bottle back, and Percy saw baby oil leaking from his wife’s vagina.
“Okay,” said Jeff, taking off Amy’s shoes and tossing them to one side. “We’ll each put our dick in Amy’s cunt, and for the sake of realism we should probably thrust a few times too. Say, for a minute. That should give Amy long enough to figure out whether it’s Percy or not. And really, she’s got no excuse if she fails this one. In fact, let’s say that if she picks someone other than Percy, then everyone except Percy gets to come inside her.”
“N-no, that’s n-not fair!” said Percy.
“Oh relax, Percy,” said Jeff. “Don’t be such a whiner. Do you really think Amy isn’t going to know what your dick feels like in her cunt?”
Percy turned to Amy. “Darling,” he said, “do you think you’ll know if it’s me inside you?”
Amy nodded. “I think so,” she said in a slightly trembling voice.
“All right then,” said Jeff. “Let’s go.”
He pointed to Duncan, who unleashed his large penis and knelt in front of Amy. She gasped as he slid his erection into her with only a little difficulty – he was larger than she was used to, but she was extremely well-lubricated. He smiled as he thrust himself in and out of her vagina. Percy, looking at his watch, waited until a minute had passed, but Duncan showed no sign of stopping. He turned to Jeff, but Jeff was watching Duncan with an amused smile.
Percy opened his mouth to speak, but Mike frowned at him and put a finger to his lips. So Percy, subdued, turned back and miserably watched as Duncan continued to fuck his poor little wife.
Then Jeff pulled Duncan out of the way, and pointed to Mike, who silently took Duncan’s place, sliding his smaller erection into Amy’s vagina. He fucked her for exactly a minute before he was pulled away by Jeff. Then Jeff pointed to Percy, and Percy knelt down in front of his wife’s pussy. He guided his penis into her, and started thrusting. He wished he could somehow signal to Amy that it was him, but Jeff was watching him like a hawk. After what seemed like two or three minutes, Jeff pulled him away.
Jeff took his turn, and he fucked Amy much more vigorously than any of the others had. Amy gasped and clutched at the sides of the cushions with her hands. Percy, slumped in a chair, watched five minutes go by, then six, then seven. Finally Jeff pulled out, got to his feet and stepped back.
“All right Amy,” he said. “Which one was Percy?”
“The second one I think,” said Amy.
Jeff laughed and clapped his hands. “Why, because I only let him fuck you for a minute? Sorry, but that was Mike too!”
Amy’s face fell. She took off her blindfold and looked over at Percy, her lip trembling. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Now Mike gets to fuck you properly,” said Jeff. “And come inside you. After that, Duncan and I will come inside you too.”
“B-but you c-can’t!” exclaimed Percy. “She’s n-not on the p-pill!”
“Oh!” said Jeff. “Well there’s always the morning-after pill, if you’re worried about us knocking her up. Go on, Mike.”
Amy fearfully closed her legs as Mike advanced on her, but he merely pulled them apart again and sank himself into her vagina. Percy watched helplessly as Mike fucked her for the next ten minutes. Then Mike scooped all the cushions out from behind her with one hand, and turned her so that she was lying lengthwise along the sofa. He hoisted her legs high and wide, and fucked her horizontally for a couple of minutes until, with a groan, he stopped thrusting and collapsed on top of her.
“My turn,” said Jeff.
Mike climbed off, a strand of cum swinging from the end of his wilting penis. Jeff lay on top of Amy, eased himself inside her, and started fucking her with hard strokes. His hands gripped and squeezed her breasts hard, leaving finger-marks and making her wince.
After five minutes or so, Jeff said, “Give me a kiss, Amy.” He pressed his lips to hers, but she pulled back and kept her lips firmly shut. “Come on – a proper kiss now – with tongues. It’ll help to make this a little quicker…”
Amy turned her head on one side so she could see Percy. Her questioning look seemed to be asking for his opinion. But Percy hated the thought of Amy kissing another man. He felt tears spring to his eyes, and he shook his head. “N-no kissing,” he said.
Amy looked relieved. “I won’t kiss you,” she said to Jeff.
Jeff glared at Percy. “Percy, be reasonable,” he said. “Kissing is part of the sexual experience for me. If I can’t kiss Amy, I could be fucking her for the next hour without a result. Not much friction with sloppy seconds, you know. I’ll be sore, she’ll be sore … do you really want to put her through that? Just tell her she can kiss me, for fuck’s sake, and this will be over much sooner.”
Now Percy was conflicted. He certainly did not want to prolong this experience for Amy any longer than it needed to be. He sighed. “All right,” he said. “If it will m-make it end quicker, I suppose it’s okay.”
Jeff smiled. “Good man,” he said. “Now wrap your legs around my back, Amy, and kiss me like you mean it.”
Amy looked very sad as she parted her lips and accepted Jeff’s tongue into her mouth. From this angle, Percy could actually see Jeff’s penis sliding in and out of Amy’s vagina. Watching the two of them having sex, and tongue-kissing like there was no tomorrow, made him feel sick. He felt like going to the bathroom to empty his stomach … but he did not want to abandon his wife.
After twenty more minutes, Jeff gasped and groaned, and he continued to thrust, but much more slowly, as he spurted his semen deep inside Amy. Then he pulled out and climbed off her, and Duncan took his place.
As he buried himself inside her, Duncan started kissing Amy on the lips. She opened her mouth, and the two of them French-kissed for a while. Percy, feeling worse than he ever had at school, watched them for a full half hour before Duncan finally reached his orgasm.
“Hey,” said Jeff. “I think this calls for a photo or two, what do you think?”
“I’ll get my camera from the car,” said Mike. He left the room and went to the front door.
When he returned, Duncan was still inside Amy. Mike took a picture of them both, and then took a close-up of Duncan’s penis entering Amy’s vagina. Then Duncan withdrew, and held Amy’s legs open while Mike took pictures of the cum leaking out of her.
Jeff now sat down on the sofa, took out his penis (already erect again), and slid it back into Amy. “Might as well commemorate the fact that I fucked her too,” he said as Mike took a couple more pictures. Then Jeff pulled Amy upright, so that she was sitting on his lap with her back to him, and his penis still inside her. He grabbed her ankles and pulled them up high and way out to each side.
“Nice pose!” said Mike, taking several more photos. Then he handed the camera to Percy. “Here – take one of all of us,” he said.
“Oh cool,” said Duncan, and he and Mike sat down on the sofa either side of Jeff. Mike grabbed Amy’s left breast, and Duncan grabbed her right breast.
“Say cheese, Amy,” said Jeff.
Percy reluctantly took a photo of his wife getting fondled by two men while her pussy, fully exposed, was being impaled by a thick cock belonging to a man he hated. Her expression was heart-breaking – full of sorrow and anguish.
“Well, this is very pleasant,” said Jeff, pushing Duncan’s and Mike’s hands away from Amy’s breasts so that he could fondle them himself. “Hey Percy, go and make us a cup of tea, will you? Leave the camera.”
So Percy went to put the kettle on, and part of him was relieved not to have to watch, for a while at least, his wife with another man’s penis in her vagina. With shaking hands he fetched mugs and tea bags from the cupboards, and milk from the fridge. He took a few deep breaths to steady his nerves.
Six or seven minutes later the mugs were full, the tea bags were thrown away, the milk was poured … and yet he was reluctant to return to the living room, fearing what he would see. He went over to the corner of the room and sat down on the floor, hugging his knees.
It was another ten minutes before he plucked up the courage to go back into the living room with two mugs of tea. As he came to the doorway, he saw Amy lying in the middle of the floor, her legs spread wide … and she was masturbating. He almost dropped the mugs. “W-what’s g-going on now?” he asked.
Jeff and his friends were watching Amy from the sofa. Mike was taking pictures. “We figured Amy hadn’t had an orgasm yet,” said Jeff, “and it was only fair that she should. So we suggested she masturbate.”
Amy’s expression of misery told Percy that she was unlikely to reach a climax any time soon. He said, “Stop m-masturbating, Amy. You d-don’t have to c-come if you d-don’t feel like it.”
Amy closed her legs and sat up. “I really don’t,” she said to him sadly.
“I th-think that’s enough f-fun for one evening,” said Percy. He handed mugs to Duncan and Mike. “Amy’s getting c-cold. Why not let her t-take a bath and g-go to bed?”
“It’s only nine o’clock,” said Jeff, “and Amy doesn’t look cold to me. But if she is, I’m sure I have a remedy for that. Here Amy, come and sit on my lap.” He held out a hand towards her. “Come on, come on.”
Amy reluctantly approached him. As she turned around to sit down on his lap, he pulled out his penis again. It was rapidly erecting as she sat down, and he positioned it with one hand while guiding Amy down with the other. Amy’s unhappy little grimace told Percy that she was once again full of Jeff’s cock.
“God,” said Jeff, “you’re one heck of a sexy woman, Amy. You’ve got me all horny again, and I’m afraid there’s only one remedy for that.” He slid forwards off the sofa and pushed Amy down on to her hands and knees. Then he fucked her from behind for a while. Percy tried not to watch, but could not help himself. A few minutes later, Jeff pulled out, rolled Amy over on to her back, spread her legs, and started fucking her missionary-style. Ten minutes later, he came inside her. Then he withdrew and got to his feet. “I need a slash,” he announced.
“The bathroom’s up the stairs and straight in front of you,” said Percy.
As Amy got unsteadily to her feet, cum dripping from her vagina, Mike slapped his knees. “Come over here Amy,” he said. “Have a seat.”
Amy went over to him, turned around, and sat down just as Mike was taking his penis out. He frowned. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he inquired, lifting her off his lap a little.
Amy looked down and saw his semi-erect penis emerging from his fly. She reached down, took hold of it, and carefully guided it into her vagina as she sat down.
“That’s better!” said Mike, grinning, and he proceeded to fuck her in several different positions until he came inside her. Afterwards, he got to his feet. “I need to use the toilet too,” he said, and he left the room.
“My turn!” said Duncan, taking his penis out of his trousers.
Amy, looking exhausted, took a deep breath, then went over to sit on Duncan’s lap. As she lowered herself down, she held his penis in place so that it slid up into her cunt. Jeff chuckled. Then he said, “Percy, isn’t it past your bedtime?”
Percy frowned as he looked at the clock. “N-not really,” he said.
Mike walked over and patted him on the shoulder. “Well you look pretty worn out to me, mate,” he said. “And I can understand that – it’s been quite a tiring evening. Why don’t you get off to bed? We’ll make sure Amy gets to bed very soon as well.”
Percy looked down at Amy, who gave him a pleading look. “I d-don’t want to go to b-bed without her,” he said.
“You won’t be without her for long, man!” said Jeff. “Jeez, are you tied to your wife’s apron strings or something? Get off to bed, for heaven’s sake – you’re making me tired just looking at you.”
But Percy’s red-rimmed, watery eyes were not from tiredness. Nevertheless, cowed by Jeff’s outburst, he said, “Well, j-just … be nice, please.”
“Of course we will,” said Mike. “Goodnight, Percy.”
Fifteen minutes later, as he lay awake in bed, Percy thought that he would probably not sleep a wink. He only hoped that Jeff and Mike and Duncan would get sleepy soon, and leave Amy alone. He neither knew nor cared where they would sleep; there was a bed in the spare room, and the sofa was comfortable enough to sleep on, but one of the ‘guests’ would have to curl up in an armchair or something.
An hour later, he fell into a fitful sleep, filled with nightmares of his wife being groped, fondled and fucked before his very eyes. He tried to move, to stop it, but his feet were encased in cement. He tried to shout, but he seemed to be wearing a gag.
Then he woke up. Amy was climbing into bed with him. She put her arms around him and clutched him tightly. He put his arms around her and held her close. “My poor Amy,” he whispered. “I am so sorry – so very sorry.”
“Don’t talk,” she whispered back. “Just hold me – please?”
He held her. Then he glanced across at the bright red display of his alarm clock. It was twenty-four minutes past two. “Have they gone?” he asked hopefully.
“They’re asleep,” she whispered.
It occurred to him that she was still naked. “I don’t suppose…” He hesitated. “I don’t suppose you want to…”
“Darling, I’m very sore,” she replied. “I couldn’t bear to have another willy inside me right now.”
“Okay – I understand,” he said.
So they simply held each other, and sleep came swiftly to both of them.
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Percy awoke, and felt for Amy. She was not there. He looked at his clock: it was seven thirty. He climbed out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs to the living room.
Amy was there, on the sofa, naked, with her legs spread wide and the end of a banana sticking out of her vagina. Mike was taking pictures while Jeff slid the banana in and out of her. A pile of clothes, including a pair of jeans, told Percy that Amy had initially been dressed, and had since been completely stripped.
“Would you chaps like some breakfast?” asked Percy with a sickly smile.
“Already had it!” said Jeff. “We’ll be on our way in a few minutes.”
Relief flooded through Percy. “Oh,” he said casually. “Well it’s been n-nice seeing you again.”
“Yes, it’s been fun catching up,” agreed Jeff. “Oh – there’s something I should probably mention. We’re taking with us to Scotland two two-man tents – but there are only three of us, so we figured it might be fun to have an extra person along for the ride.”
Percy shook his head. “It s-sounds fun,” he said, “but I’m n-needed at work next week.”
“I realise that,” said Jeff. “Which is why we thought it would be cool if Amy came with us.”
Percy’s hair stood on end. “I d-don’t think Amy wants to g-go with you to Scotland,” he said.
Jeff smiled. “She’s already agreed.”
Percy looked at Amy in shock. She nodded unhappily, and his heart sank into his stomach. “But … why?” he asked.
“Well,” said Jeff airily, “she’s never been to the west coast, and she hasn’t had a proper holiday in a long while – shame on you, Percy – and she could do with a break from day after day of housework. It’ll be good for her. You should be happy we’re taking her with us, Percy.”
“And I’m sure she’ll miss you too,” said Jeff soothingly. “I’ll make sure she sends you a postcard. And don’t worry – we’ll drop her off here next Saturday on our way south.” He clapped Percy on the shoulder. “It’s only a week – you’ll survive. Now, why don’t you run along and pack a bag for your wife? Make sure she has everything she’ll need.”
Percy’s eyes were filling with tears. He turned to Amy. “What should I pack?” he asked.
Amy’s face also looked ready to dissolve into tears. “My sponge bag,” she said. “Toothbrush, toothpaste, razor and shaving foam, hairbrush…” She continued through a long list of essentials, which Percy tried hard to commit to memory on the spot. “And sun cream … and insect repellent,” added Amy. “And some clothes!”
Percy trudged up the stairs and gathered together the items she had listed. Packing them into a roll bag, he went to Amy’s clothes drawer. But as he was pulling out a pair of jeans, Duncan came into the room.
“You think Amy will be wearing jeans on this holiday?” he said, taking the jeans and tossing them to one side.
“What, then?” asked Percy.
Duncan rummaged through Amy’s drawers, and pulled out some items of underwear as well as a couple of t-shirts. Then he went to the wardrobe and found a couple of long skirts. “Scissors?” he asked.
Percy fetched a pair from his desk, and handed them to Duncan, who cut off most of both skirts, leaving only narrow belts of material that were probably insufficient to cover her panties. He tossed these into the roll bag, then went over to Percy’s chest of drawers.
“There’s just my clothes in there,” said Percy.
But Duncan ignored him, and pulled out a couple of Percy’s old vests – white and thin, they only got worn in winter, under his shirts, when the weather was cold. On Amy they would probably look very low-cut, and rather see-through. Duncan tossed them into the bag. “There – that’ll do,” he said.
Percy followed him downstairs, where he found Amy sitting on Jeff’s lap, but facing him, with her feet planted either side of his hips. His erection was clearly inside her, and the two of them were French-kissing. Their arms were clasped around each other. Then Jeff pulled his face away from hers. “Better get dressed for the journey, Sweetheart. Duncan, do you have something suitable for her to wear?”
Duncan fished out of the roll bag a pair of panties, a tiny skirt, and one of Percy’s vests. He handed them to Amy, who climbed off Jeff and put them on. The skirt was indeed too short to cover her panties, and her nipples and areolas were visible through the vest.
“Very nice,” Jeff approved. “Let’s go, then.”
Mike and Duncan headed for the front door, and Jeff followed, leading Amy by the hand. Percy followed, a picture of misery. Out in the hall, Amy turned and threw her arms around him. “I love you,” she whispered. “Try not to worry – I’ll be home soon.”
Jeff pulled her away from Percy, and encircled her from behind with his huge arms. “Well Percy,” he said, “I must say I’m impressed. You found yourself a wonderful woman.” He reached into the neckline of Amy’s vest as he said this, and started massaging her left breast. “I’m disappointed you didn’t invite me to your wedding, though.”
“Well J-Jeff, we were hardly b-best friends,” said Percy. Understatement of the year, he thought to himself.
“Percy, I’m hurt,” said Jeff reproachfully. “Just because I teased you a bit at school…” He pulled up the front of Amy’s skirt and slid his hand into her panties.
“You b-broke my arm!” said Percy.
“Oh yes, so I did,” said Jeff, chuckling. “Hey, what happened to that baby oil? Is it still in the living room? Go and get it, will you?”
Percy fetched the bottle of baby oil.
Jeff held out the waistband at the front of Amy’s panties, revealing her shaven pussy. “Just squirt some in there,” he said.
Percy hesitated, then reluctantly squirted a little oil on to Amy’s pussy.
“More more more,” said Jeff impatiently. “Just keep squirting until I tell you to stop.”
Percy squeezed the bottle, so that a stream of baby oil poured from its nozzle. He played the stream over Amy’s pussy until it glistened slickly, and he covered the inside of her panties until the material turned transparent. Jeff cupped his hand, and Percy filled it. Then Jeff reached back between Amy’s legs and slid a couple of fingers inside her.
“That’ll do,” he said. “Okay, so I broke your arm. Well, that was unfortunate – I didn’t intend to. It’s not my fault you were such a wimp.” He continued to finger-fuck Amy’s vagina while he reminisced. “But remember that time we climbed on to the roof of the school? That was fun, wasn’t it? We had some good times together – it wasn’t all bad.”
“I fell off the drainpipe and got concussion,” said Percy.
Jeff sighed. “Well, I can’t help it if you only remember the bad stuff,” he said. He turned Amy’s head towards his, and kissed her mouth hungrily for a full minute. Then he drew back. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you again,” he said. “But come on – let’s go.”
Percy followed them out to Jeff’s car – a Range Rover. Jeff climbed into the driver’s seat; Mike was already in the passenger seat. Duncan, sitting in the back, pushed open the door next to him and motioned for Amy to climb in. As she did so, Duncan freed his erection from his trousers. She lowered herself on to his lap, and as he pulled her panties down to her knees, she guided his penis into her vagina. Then she lowered the window.
“Take care of yourself,” she said, sniffling sadly. “Make sure you eat properly.”
Percy leaned in through the window, and they kissed tenderly. Then they had to disengage, because Duncan was pulling her top up over her head. When he had removed it, he put it to one side, then raised the window again with a wink at Percy. Amy pressed her fingers to the glass, and Percy did the same on his side. His wife looked so beautiful, and so sad, and so lost…
It suddenly occurred to Percy that it was time he behaved like a man. For too long had he let people like Jeff boss him around. Now was the time to stand up, and be counted, and bloody well lay down the law. He was damned if he was going to just watch while Jeff and his friends spirited Amy away for a whole week!
Taking a deep breath, he marched around the car to the driver’s side, and rapped his knuckles on Jeff’s window. Jeff looked surprised, and lowered the glass.
“J-Jeff, there’s something I have to say,” said Percy firmly.
“Yes, P-Percy?” said Jeff with a smile.
Percy’s nerve left him. “Er,” he said. “Have a n-nice time.”
“Thanks,” said Jeff. “We will.” He hit the accelerator, and the car drove away, with only Amy’s head looking forlornly back at Percy.
He waved to her. Then the car turned a corner, and was gone. Percy sadly trudged back inside. Then he sat down, and burst into tears.