A Night Out With the Lads
by Rose Eastmann

Forward: This story was written in response to a story sent to me by a new friend, Steve from Derbyshire, please read A night out with the lads first before continuing with this story. And I must say a very special thanks to Steve for allowing me to publish his story on my guest story page.

J ohn called me to the bedroom window, “What do you think of this?” He said, well to say I was shocked was an understatement, there, spread out on the bonnet of her husband’s car was my long time friend and neighbour Teresa. John had been disturbed by the powerful halogen lights that surrounded Steve and Teresa’s house. Teresa had always come across as ‘little Miss perfect’ in the past, you know the type, ‘butter wouldn’t melt’, but this was a different side to my friend. Her blouse was wide open and her skirt rolled up around her midriff. I could just make out a man’s head between her thighs, lucky bitch ran through my mind, it had been ‘many-a-year’ since John had visited himself on me in that way, not that I actively encouraged him these days. I’m not sure if I was shocked, surprised or disappointed to see that it was Steve who I recognised in that split second between eating Teresa’s womanhood and transferring his attention to her breasts. I watched in admiration as Steve put so much effort into fucking his wife on the bonnet of their car that he was actually pushing the car along the drive against the incline and possibly even the handbrake. John said, “I think the off side shocker is weak, I’ll have to mention it to him in the morning, probably fail the MOT next time!” My husband, the romantic, whizzed through my head but barely took my attention away from Teresa being royally fucked in full view of John and I. Then I noticed someone at Steve and Teresa’s living room window, the baby sitter was looking out, trying to see what had just lit the grounds around the house like Blackpool during the illuminations. I gessed that the babysitter would have been Teresa’s mother, Teresa, from her position, would have been able to make out her sitter looking out but it wasn’t so certain that the sitter could see exactly what was going on, bonnet side.

T he grand finally was something to be hold, Steve pulled himself out of Teresa’s body quickly and in the powerful, blue white light I watched as Steven’s semen arched through the air between their bodies. I saw a string of sperm reach Teresa’s breast and another actually reach beyond her shoulder and onto the bonnet of the car. And then it was all over, Teresa simply tucked the hem of her blouse into her skirt’s, waistband, and she left Steve fighting to get his underpants and trousers up and stumble along in her wake. I watched for a few seconds more, John had returned to bed the second Steve finished, and was asleep well before I watched Steve pulling off of the drive with the baby sitter in the car with him. Sleep wasn’t as easy come by for me as it was for John, I couldn’t resolve the quandary of my normally prim and proper neighbour suddenly turning into the kind of woman who would fuck a man in public on the bonnet of a car, even if that man was her husband.

I f I had been alone in that bed I would have allowed my fingers to wander down to my moist inner self, I often ‘pleasured’ myself when alone in bed but never while John was in it with me. I would hate him to get the wrong idea and take my, self-gratification as an indication on my part of need. It had after all been many months since I encouraged John to slacken the chord on his pyjama bottoms and roll onto my side of the bed. In the end, to get any sleep at all I had to promise myself that I would invite Teresa over for coffee as soon as John left for the pub in the morning.

S aturday was a warm but muggy day, the thunderstorm threatened during the previous evening hadn’t hit us and so the moisture hung in the atmosphere with dark foreboding. But at least it was warm enough to throw the kids into what was left of my back garden to play plant destruction or whatever game they had in mind. John was through the door fifteen minutes before opening time, he had the walk to the local pub down to a fine art. John had, over the years, managed to shave fractions of a second off of the time taken to his holiest of places, from twenty minutes when we first moved into the area to fourteen minutes and thirty seconds. I waited fifteen minutes, if John had forgotten something he may have returned any time up to opening, but once under ‘barmaid’s orders’ he wouldn’t return until closing time or the outbreak of some natural disaster, like the pub running dry, until I phoned Teresa and invited her over for a coffee.

T eresa came across the road with her two children in front of her like a human shield, I smiled inwardly, she obviously had forgotten my policy of keeping my monsters out of the house while ever it was light enough to play out and sometimes dry enough too. I opened the front door just before the first child reached the threshold, as soon as both children were inside my hallway I said, “Right you two, you know the rules, strip down to your undies and place all valuables into the box on the bureau”. I had two old t-shirts that I handed to the children, the shirts were so large that they almost brushed the floor, I folded their discarded clothes and used them to hide the wristwatch that was the lone valuable in the valuables box. I threw both children into my garden, like lambs into the lion’s den I thought but they would give as good as they got or they wouldn’t survive the day, nature has a wonderful way of thinning out the weak!

O K Teresa, give!” Teresa put on her best ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ face, “Last night woman, white blouse and green skirt?” “I went out with Steve” she said innocently. I put on my best imitation stern mother voice, “It wasn’t the going out it was the cumming in, or rather all over you and the car’s bonnet when you got home I’m talking about!” Teresa sat and blew into her coffee cup to cool it, she took a deep breath and started to regale the story of the previous evening and the eventful journey to the birthday party. “With Steve watching?” I kept interjecting at the relevant times, “Yes, and he adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could see better”. John didn’t care about me very much, we had been together far too long but he would have been extremely jealous if another man had even looked at me, let alone fondled me on the way to a party. “And Steve didn’t mind?” “No, he was very turned on by it all!”

N ow I was depressed big time, all I could do was mutter under my breath “You lucky cow” over and over again. “And what would you do if a woman came on to Steve?” I asked eventually, almost missing the fact that Teresa had just told me that she had a note of Carl’s telephone number. The whole thing began to get complicated at this point, we were now biginning to have two conversations at once, I had to grab her by the shoulders and shake her to make everything stop spinning around for a few seconds. “What do you mean you have Carl’s telephone number?” “Well he didn’t have any fun last night so I thought that it would only be fair to him to give him a call sometime when I’m lonely”.

S o what would you say if another woman, say a neighbour, was to come on to Steve?” “You?” I said nothing, “No offence but Steve knows you, the whole point of last night was that the men were strangers, men that we would probably never see again!” “But you have Carl’s telephone number and are planning on ringing him when you are alone!” “Mmmm yes I see, Steve might not like that too much” was her reply.

C offee finished and Teresa’s children covered from head to toe in mud I decided that I would have to stop my chat with Teresa as I could feel the ‘anticipation’ running out of my body and down both sides of my inner thighs. “God I need a shag” I said to myself, “Perhaps I should give you a copy of Carl’s telephone number”, Teresa said, “Shit did I say that out loud?” “What?” “Ooooops!”

I kept Carl’s phone number in my safest of all places, the one place that neither John or my kids would ever look, the cupboard with the cleaning products in! several times during that week I had pulled the slip of paper out, read the number carefully, lifted the handset on my phone but each time I had chickened out before the last number was keyed in.

I had managed to reach Friday night without plucking up the courage to press that final ‘eight’ that would have connected me with Carl and chickened out once more, I almost jumped out of my skin as the phone rang the second I placed it back on the cradle. Teresa was phoning, “How would you like a night out?” “I’d love it but no monster sitter and John wouldn’t stay in with them on his own, not while he was sober anyway!” “My mother is coming over to sit for me, what do you think the chances are that your brood would behave themselves for her if she looked after all of them?” “Mmmm I think I have enough ‘Laudanum’ to keep them quiet for a few hours, why what are we going to do?” “I’m not sure exactly, I have been chatting to Carl and he has some sort of event planned for tonight, they even have a bus organised to take us to Sheffield, I asked if there would be a spare seat for you and he said the more the merrier”.

I got my monsters dressed ready for bed and put their overcoats on top, then ushered them across the road. I was planning on rushing back home and taking a quick shower and searching for something nice from my wardrobe full of dross. “You don’t have time, Carl phoned five minutes ago, they are on their way” Teresa’s news devastated me, she dragged me by the hand into her bathroom, “Just a quick shower, don’t do your hair” she barked at me. I managed to break the three minute shower record, Teresa was back in the bathroom, I was naked but didn’t mind Teresa being in with me, especially as she had a see through, red silk blouse in one hand and a red Rah-Rah skirt in the other. I dried myself and dressed in the clothes Teresa had left for me. I had put my bra back on, white under see through red silk didn’t look good so I had to take it off again, I was admiring myself in the mirror when Teresa returned with self supporting stockings, still in their packaging. “I was about to put on the old M&S knickers that I had been wearing all day but Teresa stopped me by lifting her skirt and showing me that she had not bothered with knickers herself. My old white panties fell back on top of my pile of dirty clothes.

T he bus was a surprise, it was built as a thirty-five seat, luxury coach but it had been refitted as a fifteen seat, super luxury coach. Each seat was a ‘couchette’ the kind that were used on intercontinental journeys so that the passenger could get to sleep reasonably comfortably. I was introduced to Carl, there were five men on the coach, Steve made it six, so there were still six seats free on the bus as we drove off. I whispered to Teresa, “Which of the men did you have fun with last Friday?” “None of them, I have never seen anyone but Carl before!” Teresa and I had sat next to each other as we boarded the bus, we assumed that there would be other stops as there were so many seats free.

T he bus made short work of getting on the dual carriageway, signposted to Sheffield. As soon as the bus got up to speed, Carl wandered along the bus closing the curtains on both sides of the bus. One of the other men was closing the blinds that separated the drivers section and steps to the front door and as soon as the outside world was closed out completely the interior lights came up to full brilliance. Carl stopped on his way back to the front of the bus and grasped Teresa’s arm, he said nothing as he moved her bodily across the isle and into the inner seat of that pair, leaving me on the inner seat of my pair. Carl took a bag from the front of the bus and dipped his hand in, For madam Teresa, Allan wins, and for Rose, Peter. Peter Sat by my side, he introduced himself and kissed me on the cheek, I watched as Alan sat by Teresa and did the same.

P eter was a little over-weight, mid thirties with, dirty blond hair, Alan was younger, fitter, and much better looking, “Teresa one Rose nil”, I said to myself. It was a little disconcerting, I was kissing Peter and he was making short work of fondling every part of my body, but the bus was lit up like a sports stadium and there was an audience of five men watching the action closely. I looked over at Teresa, Alan had his hand in her crotch and he had brought her to a powerful climax while Peter was still rubbing his hands all over the outside of my clothes. I heard a loud ‘Ding!’ Some sort of timer had sounded, I had no idea how long I had been kissing with Peter but he left my side as soon as he heard the ‘Ding’. Alan stood up too, a little slower than Peter, I noticed that his trousers were open and his cock was standing out proudly in front of him. Teresa was a far faster worker than I, I thought as Carl dipped his hand into the bag once again. “For the wonderful Teresa”, he opened the folded piece of paper and then poped it on the seat at his side, he dipped into the bag once again, “Harry! Congratulations young man”, Harry looked young, less than twenty and extremely fit. “And for the wonderful Rose”, Carl picked up the slip of paper that he had placed on the seat earlier, “Steve!”

S teve wasted no time at all, he knew me quite well but not this well, he made me stand up and stripped me totally except for the stockings and his wife’s, red, four inch stiletto heeled shoes. Steve didn’t kiss me as much as Peter, after all he knew me well, he opened his trousers and pulled my head into his lap. I could still see Teresa and young Harry, she was taking his clothes off and massaging his cock. I had to amend the score after seeing Harry’s cock, I realigned the score to Rose one, Teresa one. Steve’s cock was quite large, an inch at least longer than John’s and so fat that it was hard for me to close my mouth around it. Steve was pushing my head harder into his lap, I knew that my teeth were scraping along his shaft but there was nothing I could do about it, I would have had to dislocate my jaw to prevent it. I began to gag slightly, Steve seemed intent on getting his cock past my oesophagus even though he had absolutly no chance of succeeding. I managed to catch a look over at Teresa, she had reclined both seats, she was definitely driving things with young Harry, he was now completely naked as was Teresa, I had to pull away from Steve’s cock to gasp for air and noticed that Carl had stopped the little clock and was adding more time to it. Teresa was kneeling above Harry and was moving his rock hard but disappointingly small cock so that it lined up with her pussy. Carl had obviously decided that he didn’t want young Harry to miss out on this experience by the serendipity of a timer. Steve grabbed a hand-full of my hair and tugged my head back into his lap. I had known Steve for several years and I had always had him down as a very loving and gentle man, I was certainly seeing a different side of him now.

S teve had tried once again to get his cock-head passed my oesophagus without success, then he changed tack, he reclined our seats, pulled my body so that I was on my back with my head hanging loosely over the backrest of the seat. Steve pulled my chin as far back as it would go so that my neck was straining as much as it could, then he leaned over me from behind and aimed his cock at my mouth once again. Steve used his fingers to pull my chin as far forward as it would go, easily pulling it passed the point that I found comfortable. He began to fuck into my mouth, slowly at first and then building up in speed and power. I suddenly remembered watching him the previous Friday evening, the fact that he had enough power in his thighs to push a car up an incline and possily against the hand-break too, it was too late to stop him though. I could hear from his breathing pattern that he was close to his climax and there was the burgeoning taste of salty pre-cum oozing out of his huge hard dick. There was a sudden thrust from Steve and he stood totally still, he had managed to break his cock-head passed the muscle protecting my throat and now he was injecting his semen directly into my stomach.

I strugled back to a position of comfort, Steve was at the front of the bus taking a drink from a fridge unit. I looked to my side and saw Teresa riding Harry’s cock, she was mid climax and Harry was sweating profusely, I watched as he gritted his teeth and thrust up to meet Teresa, they lay still for a few moments connected, body to body. Teresa lifted herself off of Harry and I watched as his seed fell from her vaginal cavity all over the young man’s thighs. Teresa asked for a drink, the clock hadn’t sounded so Carl wasn’t waiting to select from his bag. Teresa slid next to me on my seat, “I should have warned you about Steve, he loves to do it that way, if you’re use to it it’s OK but it can be a little frightening the first time”.

T he loud speakers in the ceiling crackled and the driver announced that they were two minutes away from the club. Teresa and I were passed our clothes back and everyone got dressed. I was listening as Carl was telling Harry how well he had done, “Not every seventeen year old gets to have a first time like that!” Carl told Harry.

T he club was very dilapidated, situated in a rundown part of Sheffield, I saw from the various notices that they had tried everything going to bolster flagging turnover, karaoki evenings, amateur talent contests, quiz nights and now a ‘Gentleman’s Smoking Evening’, posh way of saying ‘stripper night’. There were around two hundred men in the club, they were all baying for the strippers to come out, two hundred men and two women in the audience. The first stripper was an old trout, she danced like a tone deaf woman with two wooden legs, she only got down to her bra and panties and the noise and heckling from the crowd made her run off stage. I heard Carl tell Teresa that she would do a far better job that that old slapper, Teresa blushed a very deep crimson, I moved to her side and whispered in her ear, “What’s wrong?” “I think Carl is going to make me do a striptease on stage”. I looked around to see where Carl was going and sure enough he was making his way to the side door of the stage. “Just say no”, I said, “It’s not that easy, I agreed to do anything I was told to do tonight, that was the condition for this evening”.

C arl came back and whispered something into Teresa’s ear, she followed him back to the stage door, the audience was getting a little ugly, there were chairs being thrown and so much noise that it was actually painful to listen to.

T he lights finally dipped down and soft music drifted from the loud speakers. I recognised Teresa instantly even though she was dressed completely differently from the last time I saw her. She danced on stage, woodenly at first and then she eased into the dance, Carl was standing at the front of the stage giving her signals when to take something off, move faster, move slower. Eventually Teresa was totally nude on stage, Carl held up his hand to her and she took it and allowed him to guide her off of the stage. I watched as four hundred hands reached out to touch her, the music had stopped long before Teresa was back on stage and taking her bow to rapturous applauds.

W hile Teresa was back stage getting changed back into her own clothes Carl asked me if I would like a turn on stage, I thanked him but turned down his offer, “It’s worth three hundred pounds for a simple strip, Teresa got five hundred for leaving the stage while naked!” “Where do I get changed?” I asked.

I had made up my mind that it would be much better if it was just the kids and me, John was a lazy good for nothing drunkard, perhaps if I can do something like stripping perhaps I could support myself and the kids and even have a little fun out of life. I was directed to the back stage area, Teresa’s name was written on a dressingroom door in chalk. I knocked and opened the door, Teresa was lying on her back with a naked man sweating between her thighs, I almost closed the door again until I realised that Teresa wasn’t there mentally. I watched quietly as the guy finished off, he had a condom on and he removed it and threw it into a waste bin at the side of the couch, I watched as he opend his wallet and dropped cash by Teresa’s handbag. “Hi you!” I said, “Oh hi, are you going to do a few men or are you going to strip?” “Strip, I think!” there was a knock at the door behind me, another man was standing there, as I changed into the clothes provided behind a curtain I heard the man grunting into Teresa’s body, it was all over in five minutes and there was yet another pile of cash and yet anther condom in the bin.

I spent fifteen minutes dancing on stage, I bumped and ground and stripped much too fast, eventually I fell on the floor too dizzy to know which way was up, with the music still playing I was led by Carl around the audience and back to the stage. I walked in on Teresa still servicing men in the dressing room, there were eight condoms in the bin and Teresa was just lying there taking no active part in the proceedings, just allowing the man to use her body. “Do you fancy a go? She asked me, I shook my head, I could do the stripping but I didn’t think I could just allow complete strangers to do me as Teresa was allowing them to do her. “You’re silly, you were willing to let the guys on the bus do you for free, this way you can make a bit of money too” there was sence in what she was saying. The manager came into the room and asked me if I would like a room, he winked at me, “We take twenty-five percent for providing the customers, the room and the condoms”, I told him that I would be interested in stripping from time to time but I didn’t think that hooking was for me, he laughed, no one strips, they are all hookers, the stripping is the shop window, lets the guys see what they are buying. I took up his offer of a room and settled down to making my fortune.

I had been given a dingy dressing room to use for ‘servicing’ my customers, there was, at least a brand new divan bed in the room, I knew it was new as it still had the plastic wrapper over the mattress. I found a bottom sheet also brand new and spread it over the plastic covered mattress; there was a huge box of condoms and a roll of kitchen paper at the side of the bed. I didn’t know exactly what to expect but I knew that I had to give this a serious try as it may provide me with a way of surviving without my deadbeat husband.

A s I psyched myself up for a first visitor, that’s if I managed to get any, compared with Teresa I would definitely come in a poor second. I started to work out the last time I opened my thighs to a man, it was John, of course, it was his birthday I think, and not his last birthday at that. So it had to be around eighteen months since the last time……..

T he door opened and a middle-aged man walked into the room, I was naked, I saw little point in being anything else, but I was thankful for the fact that the room was warm at least. I had been given one piece of advice by the manager, “Make sure that you put the ‘Jonny’ on love, some of the jokers that come to nights like this would love it to fall off half way through!” The guy’s dick was small and insignificant but I rubbed him to get it as hard as it would go and I rolled the rubber down his pitifully small member. He seemed to climb on top and then off again almost immediately, I was about to ask him if he was having trouble when he said, “That was fucking wonderful!” I lifted my head enough to watch him slip the rubber off of his cock and he held it up to the light. There was a look of pride on his face as he checked the quantity of his fluid inside the latex sheath. The guy then tied the rubber to prevent escape and wiped himself clean with a sheet of kitchen towel, both popped with due pomp and circumstance into the metal waste bin. All that was left for the guy to do was to place his thirty pounds in the tin on the table at the side of the bed.

I hadn’t registered the actual act at all, I realized that what I had seen on Teresa’s face while she was dealing with a man in her room wasn’t shame or boredom but a kind of meditation, the sort of thing I did all the time while ironing or doing some other mundane household task. A kind of detachment, temporarily, from reality, a way of coping with mundane tasks and keeping some small semblance of sanity. The whole act had taken less that fifteen minutes, I thought back to the last time John and I had sex, it had taken him almost an hour to climax, he put a great deal of effort into fucking me and after an hour of constant, powerful fucking I had felt so incredibly sore that it really was the beginning of the end for John and me. John had spotted that time that I hadn’t actually climaxed, it was strange for him to notice that as he hadn’t noticed the previous fifteen or so times that he had fucked me. That last time he decided to wake me thirty minutes after he had climaxed and started again, so there I was tired, sore and very bored with him pounding into me, that time it took him almost two hours to climax, his second wind always takes much longer than his first, he only climaxed then because I faked an orgasm, he pulled his cock from my body with a look of triumph on his face…..

T he door opened and customer number two walked in, slightly younger than the first man, slightly better equipment too. I didn’t have to encourage his erection but I did roll on the latex for him. Once again I managed to lose myself in a tranquil, meditative state as he used my body. Once again it all seemed to be over in a few seconds where in reality it took the man around twenty minutes to climax. The ritual repeated ten times, I didn’t count the times, but there was three hundred pounds on the table and a bin full of condoms and damp paper. I had been on my back for almost three hours but wasn’t as sore as I had been after the first hour with John eighteen months earlier.

C arl had actually called a stop to the activities, Teresa and I had settled the crowd down enough with out amateur striptease to allow the professional strippers to get back to work. As Teresa and I left the back stage area of the club there was still a long line of men waiting eagerly for a chance to spend thirty pounds. I asked Teresa how well she had done, “Over four hundred from the men”, she said we still had to settle things with the manager, after all he owed us for the dancing we had done, he took seventy-five pounds out of my dance fee as his percentage of the back stage action and a hundred pounds from Teresa’s pay.

B efore we got on the bus for the ride home Carl asked both Teresa and I how we were feeling, it was ok with him if we just wanted to sit and relax on the way home, Teresa was the first to say, “No way, lets have fun!” I nodded in agreement. Carl escorted us onto the bus, the five other men from the outward journey were there, waiting patiently for us to board the bus. As we pulled away from the club two men jumped into the street waving their arms to stop the bus. They had a chat to Carl on the steps of the bus, the gentlemen’s smoking evening had gone on longer than anticipated and there were a lot of people who had missed the last bus home but these two had missed the bus back to Derby. I watched as cash changed hands between the two men and Carl and he invited them on to the bus. “Everyone, this is Jimmy and Tony from Chaddesden , we’ll be dropping them off on the way through Derby, Jimmy and Tony this is everyone else”.

C arl quickly scribbled the names of the newcomers on two slips of paper and dropped them into the box along with the four that had been drawn out on the way to Sheffield. “As Richard and I didn’t have our turn on the outward journey we will now toss a coin to see which of us has who for the return journey”, Carl announced.

C arl won Teresa and Richard won me, or was it that Richard lost altogether. I noticed that the bus was being driven much slower on the way out of Sheffield than it was on the way in. I didn’t get much chance to see what Carl was like as Richard was all over me like a rash. I had watched fifteen minutes being set on the timer and Richard didn’t want to waste a second of his time. As he peeled off his grey flannel slacks I changed my mind, Richard may have lost the coin toss but I definitely won, his cock was even bigger than Steve’s and Steven had been the largest man I had ever seen in my life before. Richard didn’t waste any time on foreplay, he just dived right in, his cock was like a bulldozer ploughing a rough furrow between my thighs, I was forced to gasp out loud as his cock-head brutalised the entrance to my body. There was no detachment on my part this time; I was a full participant in this sexual act. I was driven to a climax in less than a half dozen of Richard’s powerful thrusts and from that climactic point I was held breathless and panting for the rest of the fifteen-minute slot. There was no way on earth that I could count the number of times that I climaxed, it was much too difficult to say where one climax ended and the next began. I did know, however that Richard only climaxed once, he pulled out at the last minute and pressed his body down hard on top of mine, I felt his hot seed squeezing its way out of his cock and between our bodies and then the loud ‘Ding!’ Of the bell signalled the change.

C arl was breathless as he walked to the front of the bus and the box containing the names, I watched as a string of his sperm fell from his dick onto the floor. “For the wonderful Teresa, Peter and Harry. For the wonderful Rose, Steve and Jimmy”. I saw that there was now twenty minutes on the clock as the start button was pressed. While the selection had been going on, Teresa had passed me a large towel to clean myself off, she was doing likewise. Steve and Jimmy had a quick conversation and then they approached me. Harry was already standing above Teresa’s head and she was slowly taking his cock into her mouth, slowly and lovingly while Peter had climbed between her legs and began to fuck her furiously. Steven took up position between my thighs and he introduced his cock into me with a great deal of force, Jimmy stood over my head and eased his own cock into my mouth.

A fter my fifteen minutes with Richard I was so wide open that I hardly felt Steve as he fucked me, I also thought that it was fortunate for me that Jimmy was only half the man that Steve was. Jimmy’s cock was long enough to reach my oesophagus but on the rare occasions that it reached that deep it slipped in easily, Steve had obviously opened me up in that area earlier, or that Jimmy’s cock was so skinny that it was too small to trouble me. I performed with my two elected lovers in their chosen positions for around ten minutes, neither man had come anywhere close to a climax and then suddenly they swapped places. It was like an Olympics relay race and I was the baton.

S teve smiled down at me as he lined his cock up on my mouth, Jimmy had been contend with my head on its side and level with my body but Steve pulled me into the position he had me in th previous time, head falling back over the top of the seat back and chin pulled as far forward as possible. Jimmy had pressed his cock against my pussy but I felt absolutely nothing, obviously he felt nothing either, he put his hands behind my knees and lifted them as high as he could.

B ecause of the position of my head I was almost tipped over the back of the seat, well I would have been if it wasn’t for the fact that I was impaled on Steve’s cock. Steven had eased himself deep into my mouth and then onward into my throat, there was no gagging or choking on my part this time, I simply accommodated his huge cock with ease. Then I felt Jimmy, not where I had expected to feel him, he was pressing against an alltogetherly different hole.

N o one had ever used me in that way before, no one had even asked me if they could use that particular hole, Jimmy couldn’t ask me now either because I had my mouth full and everyone knows that a lady never talks with her mouth full. There was a mere second of searing pain as Jimmy broke through my virginal ass-hole, he had pushed hard and steadily until he was totally filling that hole and then he just held still and gave my body a chance to acclimatise to his invasion.

S teve was slowly fucking my mouth and throat, he was pulling all the way out so that the ridge of his glans was behind my teeth and then he would push all the way in until his balls pressed against my nose. Each time he bottomed in my throat he cut off my air supply but it was only for a few seconds at a time so it was no problem. It took Jimmy only a few seconds in the tight confines of my anus to fire off his load and he left me to Steve’s ministrations in my mouth.

I felt another cock press into my vagina before the timer rang and Steve fired off his salvo into my mouth filling it completely with his bitter, salty, juice. He inserted his cock into my throat for the second and subsequent strings of jizz. I have to say that I preferred it when he injected directly into my stomach, as the salty, bitter taste wasn’t the best taste in the world.

A s the bus came back into focus after so long staring at Steve’s balls I realised that it was Jimmy’s friend Tony who had taken up residence in my vagina, Richard was walking to my head and I had to try and stop him from using me in the same way that Steve had done twice so far. Richard was very content with me giving him normal oral sex until he filled my mouth with so much fluid that I almost choked on the cascade of sperm as it flooded my very being, Tony flooded my lower compartment at the same time and I was left to rest for the rest of the journey home.

I managed to sleep a little but fitfully, each time I woke up there was a different combination of men using Teresa in different ways, she was still sucking Carl’s cock as we arrived at home, the bus had detoured passed each of the other men’s homes and the bus only contained Carl, Teresa, Steve and me at that point.

J ohn’s car was on the drive, my kids were in bed in Steve and Teresa’s house so I decided that at two-thirty in the morning I should stop at Teresa’s house too.

I spent an interesting night, I had volunteered to sleep on the sofa but Teresa’s mother was already sleeping on that so I ended up sleeping in Steve and Teresa’s bed with them. I was totally amazed by Steve’s constitution, he had already had oral sex wth me twice and he had fucked me once but in bed he started all over again, this time with Teresa. I watched as he performed oral sex on her, even though at least two men had climaxed inside her body, Steve lavished his attention on her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head, kissing or licking, caressing or biting every inch of her body before easing himself over and on top of her body. He took her so gently that it was difficult to see him move, I could feel it through the bedsprings though. It took him almost an hour to bring Teresa to her orgasm, an hour of total bodily control, holding himself back, controlling his passion, slowly increasing in pace so that at the very moment that Teresa’s body began to shudder from the volcanic climax so did Steve. We all three fell asleep, I had come so close to a climax myself from just the closeness, love and passion of the whole thing, actually closer than John had driven me in a good few years while actually fucking me.

S teve woke me early, Teresa’s mother had just gone into the bathroom, Steve encouraged me to be out of the house before she came out looking for her daughter and found me in bed with them, I left my brood behind, sleeping peacefully in strange beds. John was sleeping soundly and so I went into one of my children’s beds to catch up on my sleep.

I woke to a totally empty house, well empty apart from me that is, I checked the time, the pubs had opened a few minutes earlier so I knew exactly where John would be, the Shepherds staff public house, staring at the ample charms of Sally the barmaid until closing time. I made up my mind, I would go to the pub, have a civilised drink with John and tell him that it was all over. I would have to impose a little more on my friendship with Teresa and Steve first though and see if they would keep my kids until after dinner so that I could have the time to talk to John without worrying who the children were dismembering.

T he Shepherds staff public house, built in the sixteen hundreds, a white walled, black beamed listed building, it came straight off of a chocolate box cover, rambling roses climbing up either side of the front door. The ceilings inside the pub were so low that even I had to bend my head in places to prevent collision, the owner had placed a metal sign on the lowest beam ‘Duck or Grouse’ which the first time I saw it, I thought was ‘panty wettingly’ funny but now it was just a reminder to lower my head. John wasn’t in the bar, not in the lounge, not in the rear poolroom. I brought a drink and waited, just in case he was in the toilet. Harry Trubshaw, the owner of the largest farm in the area, the man who thought he owned the ‘baronial’ rights over all who lived in the village still asked the landlord where Sally was today. “She stopped working Saturdays months ago, is this the first time you have noticed?”, I knew the instant that Harry Trubshaw looked over towards me that it wasn't’, that he had said it for my hearing rather than any other reason. “No smoke without fire!” I thought to myself and gulped my drink down in two steps. Harry was laughing his head off as I walked out of the pub.

T he village we lived in shouldn’t really be called a village, it had been a small outpost of sanity until Derby’s growth spurt in the nineteen sixties, that had doubled the size of the village, the eighties growth spurt had seen the city catch up to the village boundary and now there wasn’t so much as a tree separating city from village. It was only the dogged determination of the old families like the Trubshaws that had prevented the village name from disappearing alltogether long before John and I moved in. even though the village was now so big it would still take less than two hours to walk up and down each street. Mrs Patel at the newsagents knew everyone; I asked if she knew where Sally the barmaid lived. Mrs Patel, checked her account book, I noticed that Sally hadn’t paid her paper bill for several weeks, Mrs Patel tutted to her self and then turned her back to tidy something on the shelf behind her while I checked the address at the top of the page. I couldn’t help wondering that if Sally had been up to date with her payments I may never have found her address and I allowed myself a little inward smile.

S ally lived at Tuesday cottage, it was an old tied cottage that had actually been part of the Trubshaw farm before the village sprawl gobbled it up. I recognised John’s jacket lying over the back of a chair in Sally’s front room, the bedroom curtains were closed but the windows were open, I could hear the sounds of sex drifting down from the open window. I tried the doorknob, most of the old-timers in the village would happily leave the doors unlocked twenty-four-seven, when I moved into the village there wasn’t even a lock on the back door at all, John had to fit one so that I felt safe. The front door was locked, I wandered around the rear of the house, the back door was just like my old back door, still no lock on it. I opened the door and slipped up the stairs as quietly as possible, I needn’t have worried though, the two people fucking in the bedroom were making so much noise that I could have battered the front door down without them hearing me. “What if it isn’t John?” flashed through my head, “Too much of a co-incidence, silly cow, now shut up and get in there now!” Gosh I’m being very terse with myself, must be nervous. The bedroom door was wide open, Sally lived alone and so she wasn’t as use to closing doors as a woman living with two children would be. I recognised John’s ass as it humped up and down on top of the busty barmaid. I was pleased at least that he could manage to bring Sally to a fulfilling orgasm. I could have slipped away, waited until John came home and hit him with my decision, but then that would have involved the kids, I could have stormed into the room and made a scene, but that would have ruined Sally’s pleasure.

I sat on the top step of the stairs for over an hour while John and Sally performed a carnal ballet, I had started out with the intention of counting Sally’s climaxes, try to work out an orgasm per hour factor but I gave up at seventeen. When John eventually gasped out his own climax I began to stand up, “We still have an hour before closing time, shall we go again?” John said to Sally, I ‘gurded my loins’ and launched myself into Sally’s bedroom. John looked like he was about to have a heart attack, Sally looked at me as if I were some kind of maniac. I sat on Sally’s bed, looking towards the closed curtains, “John, I have come to a decision, I don’t love you anymore, you and Sally seem to get along so why don’t you just move in here with her and you won’t have to rush through sex just to get home and fall asleep in front of the telly!”

I told John to stay and enjoy himself, I’d pack his clothes for him and he could come by later and pick them up and have an hour with the kids before they went to bed. I felt on top of the world, still a little tired, and very slightly sore between my legs but nothing compared to a single fuck from John. The kids actually seemed glad to see me when I eventually picked them up from Teresa’s house, that’s a first! I explained to them that their father may be moving out and they helped me to pack his clothes. And move my big old bed into a different position, John had placed the bed, against my wishes so that it faced north – south, I preferred for the foot of the bed to face west so that I would be woken by the early morning sun instead of having my head in a constant shadow.

O n a practical note Mrs Eastmann, your husband is entitled to half of the proceeds from the sale of the house”, god how I hate solicitors, “Just put it to him that if he signs over the house to me I won’t chase him for maintenance for the kids”. We had brought the cottage at a low point in the house price cycle, the mortgage still had five years to run but it was only two hundred pounds a month, I didn’t tell the solicitor that I had earned around four months mortgage payments on the previous Friday night. I had played it a little dirty, I had cited Sally in my divorce petition as correspondent, I could have claimed irreversible breakdown but the adultery angle would give me my divorce far faster.

M y morning coffee with Teresa took on a whole new dimension after I told her about John and my decision to kick him out of the matrimonial home. I told her that I had decided to earn money by stripping and the back stage activity that went with it. Teresa told me that she couldn’t do anything like that for the money, she had done it the previous Friday for the buzz it gave her, she had put all the money that she had earned that evening into her children’s university fund. “University fund, my bloody kids don’t even have bank accounts, although I think they may need a defence fund for when they are older”, I said in a joking way. Teresa wasn’t impressed but also not surprised that John and I had put no thought at all into our kid’s future, hell she had said often enough that we put less thought into their future than we put into their conception and that was precious little. Then I noticed a little gleam in her eye, “I’ll be your first customer!”, I was shocked, “Teresa, you have to know I like you and all that but I bat for the hetro’ side”, I responded. “No stupid, not for me, it’s Steve’s birthday next week, if you don’t have anyone else between now and Steve’s birthday and you do everything he wants on his birthday I’ll pay you a thousand pounds!” “Wow! Are you serious?” “Yes”, Teresa was definitely serious, she began making plans immediately.

T he day of Steve’s birthday Teresa picked me up and took me into town, not Derby but Birmingham, “Birmingham has a much better choice of shops”, she told me as we drove along the A42. I had always thought of Teresa as a fashion conscious young woman, even after having children she was back at the height of fashion within days of returning home with her latest bundle. All the men in the village would stop what they were doing if they saw her in the street, I had often seen as many as ten men stood in the street, their eyes following every step Teresa made as she passed them and as soon as she was out of sight the men would return to their activities as if a switch had been thrown.

W e stopped in at ‘Francines Modes’ first, I had never stepped into a shop where a pair of knickers cost fifty quid before, M&S usually did me at a ‘fiver’. Teresa picked out a thong, it did look lovely in the display, I just imagined how uncomfortable the ‘dental floss’ back would be if I were hovering while wearing them. The basic structure of the thong was a triangular frame of black silk around a quarter of in inch wide with a panel of red lace caught in the triangle.

I didn’t get to try them on but the assistant in the shop measured me precisely to ensure the correct fit, this shop didn’t do a one-size fits all in it’s knickers. Teresa also picked out a black bask with red lace panels that matched the panties, this is I did get the chance to try on. I didn’t realise just from looking at the bask that the black sections were silk and black kid-leather, the half cup felt a little tight to me, it pinched my breasts together and forced them up exceedingly high on my chest. I jumped out of my skin as I heard “No, the cup needs to be a little lower cut, I want her nipples to be clearly visible over the top of the cup”, I hadn’t realised that Teresa was actually watching me trying on the skimpy bask let alone that she had the assistant with her as well.

I stood in just my baggy white cotton panties while the assistant fetched a different bask, I couldn’t tell that it was different though, it looked exactly the same to me as the one I had just removed. The cup on this bask was a one third cup, it felt much more comfortable than the previous one even though it was holding my breasts in exactly the same position as the previous one but this time my breasts felt much freer. I had rather large breasts, ‘38 DD’ cup but as they usually felt so uncomfortably hanging around in front of me that I usually just kept them as cooped up and penned in as possible, I was never interested in showing them off, rather keeping them still as much as possible. Teresa also picked up the detachable suspenders which were an optional extra on the bask and also a pair of the sheerest black stockings the shop possessed. Teresa had spent almost three hundred pounds on my new underwear set.

T he next stop was a strange choice, it was part of Aston University’s Design Faculty, they showcased the latest designs from their students, so much was totally unwearable, lots were made from PVC, they looked like bin liners with holes cut in them. Eventually Teresa found exactly what she was looking for, it was a black satin wrap dress, the neckline plunged to the navel where there was a tie-fastener to hold it closed and then it fell to just above the knee with no other means of closure. I tried it on, it looked totally wrong with my other clothes on but Teresa saw the potential instantly. Six hundred pounds was an awful lot of potential, “I only hope that I don’t have to go out dressed like this!” I said as I walked and looked down to see that if I took anything more than ‘fairy steps’ I was showing off the legs of my knickers. “I’ll look after your children for a month while you try out your new profession if you do!” Dam Teresa was a great sales woman, “Done!” I held out my hand to shake Teresa’s.

I was walking back towards Teresa’s car when she informed me that we weren’t quite finished yet. She directed me to a beauty parlour, I had been to a beauty parlour before, the last time was on my wedding day, usually I just satisfied myself with three trips a year to a hairdressers, weather I needed to go or not. At the door to the parlour Teresa stopped me, “I’ve booked you in for a total wax so don’t show me up in there, I’m a regular and it was very difficult for me to get you an appointment!” “Why would I show you up, I’ve had my legs waxed before, once!” “Total wax Rose, not just a leg wax, total, as in everything”, Teresa made a hand gesture around her groinal area with her last statement, “Oh!” Was all I could say, I tried to splutter out a few comments but I was in a chair, in a hospital type, backless, gown before I could stop spluttering. I had never been in a shop before totally nude, the treatment rooms were individual; they had every conceivable beauty aid going. My hair was crimped, primped, steamed and stained. My upper lip was waxed; I had a little, very light blond, hair there, that was until the strip of hot wax saw it off. The beautician managed to find fine blond hairs on parts of my body that I didn’t believe it was possible to grow hair on and promptly waxed them away. When she reached into my pubic area I was about to stay her hand but Teresa was ahead of me, she used the classic distraction technique, passing a glass of French red under my nose and “YOW! Fuck that hurt, I looked down to see a skin-deep furrow in the hairy tangle that was my pubis. Eventually I was totally hairless, Teresa brushed her fingertips across my mound, “Mmmm, Steve will love this”, she mewed.

T eresa dropped me off at Longlands Hotel, Findern, the hotel was originally a Georgian farm house. The hotel wasn’t a huge place but it was clean, nicely appointed and just far enough away from our village so that there was no chance that we would bump into anyone we knew. I kicked around in my room for an hour or so, Teresa had left a bag in the room, it contained a few things for Steve she told me and winked a mischievous wink at me. The room was very ‘olde-worldy’ it had a huge four-poster bed in the middle of the room and all the modern trappings, like kettle, telephone, television and radio were all hidden inside Georgian furniture.

A t six o’clock I began to dress, I stood in the room totally nude, in fact I was ‘nuder’ than I had been since I was ten years old, I couldn’t help touching myself I looked so strange. I looked fantastic from the tip of my freshly pedicured toes to the top of my newly styled hair.

T he panties and bask were a doddle to put on, I struggled with the mechanics of attaching the suspenders to the bottom of the bask. I almost crapped myself putting the stockings on as they were so sheer and the beautician had earlier turned my stubby toenails into weapons of mass destruction for stockings and tights, but it was that designer wrap-over dress that frightened me most. There was no way I could get the front to close enough to hide the red and black panels of the basks top, fortunately the material of the dress closed at exactly the right point so as to hide the areola surrounding my nipples, but only just.

A s I walked across the room the dark bands at the tops of my stockings and a flash of white thigh were clearly visible, no matter how tiny the steps were that I took. The image looking back at me through the mirror didn’t look anything like I thought it would, I was sure that I would look a ‘million dollars’ dressed as I was but I still looked too much like me. I slipped Teresa’s favourite shoes on, or should I say Steve’s favourite shoes, black patent leather, with a slight chisel toe and enormous six inch heels, I felt like I was standing on a step ladder but the transformation I saw in the mirror was worth the danger of walking on such a high platform without a safety net.

I took a few paces, the tilt of my body had changed totally, my breasts had been pushed out further and my bottom and stomach pulled in and now, even with larger steps there was just a flash of black band of the stocking tops and no white flesh.

I sat on a high stool at the bar, the dress was made for standing up in and not sitting down, the way the open side of the dress fell away was almost obscene and I found that I had to hold the dress closed with my hand to stop too many business men from falling off of their chairs.

S teve walked in, exactly to the second that Teresa had told him to be there. He walked straight passed me, I wouldn’t say that he didn’t give me a second look, no man in the hotel had managed to pass by without almost falling over with the lack of concentration they were giving to their task and the total focus they were putting on me. For the first time I knew what it felt like to be Teresa and have every man that sees her fall for her. I had been given a tiny bottle of perfume by Teresa with the comment, “This is on loan, it’s irreplaceable these days as no one makes it anymore, it’s rationed to a few dabs a month at home so don’t go crazy with it”. Steve ordered his drink, I was looking away from him, trying to show no signs that I knew him. I could hear him sniffing at the air; he was like a bloodhound scenting the air for his quarry.

T he barman placed a drink in front of Steve, I was looking now at his reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye, there was a dawning of recognition on his face. He moved a little closer to me and sniffed again, he named the perfume, “I thought my wife was the only woman who wore that perfume!” I didn’t move, I showed no reaction at all, “Sorry, I’m not trying to pick you up, my wife is joining me here for my birthday treat meal. Honestly” I began to hum the tune to ‘Happy birthday to you’ and when I got to the name I altered from a hum to the words “Dear Steven, Happy birthday to you!” Steve placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me slightly so that he could see my face, “My god it’s you, what the hell are you doing here Rose?” “I’m your birthday treat”.

S teve escorted me to our table, Teresa had organised everything with the hotel manager that he would treat us like royalty all night and that she would settle the bell the next day. The meal was a wonderful experience, Steve had decided to keep his meal light so that he wouldn’t be weighed down later when he unwrapped his present. He only drank Evian water during the meal and was totally complimentary to me all the time we were eating. “Would you like a sweet Rose? Or would you like to go to our room and get something there later?” “I’m yours tonight, I’m happy to do as you wish until dawn!”

I stood in the bedroom, I was leaning against the massive column that formed one of the posts on the four-poster bed, there was a high level of electricity in the atmosphere. As we left the restaurant Steve ordered Champaign and strawberries to be delivered to our room and through the long walk to the stairs Steve took in every admiring glance from the rest of the male customers. Steve just stood there looking at me, he wanted to reach out and pull the tie holding the dress closed but he knew that at any moment the door could knock and our sweet could be delivered. The anticipation was making me slightly uncomfortable, there are reactions inside a woman in circumstances such as these that would have little effect when confined inside M&S’s best, cotton, double gusset that have quite an effect when the only thing holding them in is ‘dental-floss’. I held out the end of the tie and offered it to Steve; he took it in his right hand and tugged it slightly.

T he first tug moved me from the bedpost and a few inches closer to him, a sharper tug saw the tie give way and the front of my dress fall open. Steve gasped in as he saw the way I had been dressed for him under my very sexy wrap-over dress. I could feel the heat of the blood as it engorged my nipples, I had begun to pant slightly as the anticipation and the way I was dressed was driving my body on. I bowed my head slightly, in part to show my total submission to Steve and in part because I couldn’t believe the way my nipples were reacting to this erotic situation. Steve reached out with his left hand and felt one breast, the constraint had given my globes a totally different feeling to the touch than I had even known before, even gentle caresses were feeling like electric shocks all over my body. Steve’s right hand dropped to my panties and he eased the back down so that my pubis was covered for as long as possible. As the flimsy material finally fell away and exposed by bare mound to his view Steve gasped for a second time, “Wow, that looks fantastic!” I heard the words even though Steve didn’t really say then, the words were carried out on his breath as be breathed out heavily.

T he knock on the door disturbed Steve, I asked him if he would like me to cover his present so that only he could see it, he shook his head and turned to open the door. The young man with the Champagne almost fainted, he was obviously gay and quite effeminate, he blushed deeply, forgot to ask for Steve’s signature on his bill and ran from the room. “I bet seeing you like that will turn him straight!” Steve laughed out loud.

S teve ripped the bedding from the huge bed, all that was left on the bed was the bottom sheet. I was invited to lie on the bed, I was about to take off the shoes which would have been a blessed relief but Steve stopped me, he wanted me on the bed exactly as I was. Steve poured a glass of bubbly and then allowed the golden fluid to fall onto my bare pussy mound allowing the flow to trickle into the valley between my labia. I watched as he took a strawberry by the stalk and pressed it between my legs. I responded by opening my thighs and the strawberry dipped slightly into my vaginal furrow collecting a great deal of my lubricating fluid and the Champaign mixture. Steve ate the fruit with relish. Steve stripped totally in quick time, I offered to help him but was instructed to lie perfectly still.

W hen Steve was totally naked he began to undress me totally, each item of clothing that he removed was kissed and licked off of my body. Steve had noticed the bag that his wife had left on the floor at the side of the bed. He took long chiffon scarves from the bag and tied my wrists gently to each of the posts at the head of the bed and my ankles to each of the posts at the foot. There was a vibrating dildo in the bag, which Steve brought against my vagina, “You don’t need to use that Steve, I’m totally ready for you!” I said, Steve reminded me that I was his to play with all night, his toy, his present. The tip of the dildo entered my body, it was less than half an inch inside, the speed setting was on low so that there was a gentle hum against my clitoris, Steve kept expert contact as he began to ‘worship’ my breasts. Steve was fixated with the task of kissing, licking and gently nipping every single inch of soft fleshy mound that was my breasts. I was just slightly below the level of an orgasm, Steve was playing me like a violin, bringing me close to my crescendo and then easing me back down again. My breasts were washed with Champaign and then licked clean again several times before Steve began the downward train over my stomach, drinking the Champaign that had formed as a lake in my navel. He traced my pubic mound with his tongue, “Oh wow, waxed and not shaved, wonderful. The vibrator was replaced with Steve’s tongue and he allowed me to reach my first earth-shattering climax. My hands were straining at their tethers as I fought to free my hands so that I could push Steve’s head deeper into my body.

I was never so desperate for someone to fuck me in my whole life before as I was at that precise moment. Steve was standing there massaging his cock gently in his fist as he took my body in with his eyes. There was a digital camera in the bag that had contained the chiffon and dildo, Steve took a few snapshots of me tied to the bed and then slipped the camera back into the bag.

S teve was now ready to fuck me, he emptied what was left of the Champaign all over my body and he climbed on top of me. I was extremely slippery because of the Champaign and Steve actually fell off once before he finally made connection and his probe entered into my desperately waiting socket. I was driven on to climax after climax, not the fraught kind of orgasm that I had been driven to on that bus journey the week before, frantic men frantically fucking to a timetable. Steve was taking his time, his cock was a fair example of manhood and he easily placed me beyond sensibility at will as he fucked me. The lack of hair covering my mound made a difference to, even after more that two hours of steady fucking I was nowhere near to being sore.

S teve released the ties binding me gently to the bed and then his intentions changed, he moved from gentle, considerate lover to a man possessed. The sound of his body hitting mine resounded around the room, I hit a climactic high point that I had never reached before. Steve was panting now, sweating profusely with the concerted effort he was putting into his own climax. There was a missed beat in the concert that Steve was playing on my body and soul, that missed beat was the first string of sperm flooding through my vagina. In the past I have asked my husband if he had climaxed, the only proof was a slightly increased wetness inside my cave, I didn’t have to ask Steve if he had climaxed, I felt it, felt the power as his jet gushed against my cervix. I felt three other jets hit me inside and then a jet escaping from the union of our lusts, it felt like I had peed myself there was so much of Steve’s seed flowing from me. Steve didn’t let me sleep all night, Teresa certainly got her money’s worth out of me, and I was thinking of letting her off the money if she would allow Steve and me to play again sometime soon.

I was fucked in different positions, fucked hard, fucked soft. Fucked lovingly and fucked as a tart, we began our sexual marathon at nine o’clock in the evening and were still competing at eight o’clock in the morning, as we showered together I gave him the gold medal and wished there were a medal that was worth more than gold…………