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First published: 20 June 2014

Turning a Grey Lady Red
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M+M/F, F/F, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

I've been working my way through the company for ten years, I started off on the first floor, Taking information from sales sheets and entering it onto an early form of computer, the first year I worked in Chris Brown Retail (CBR) I typed information onto a keyboard and the machine punched holes into a card that was then fed into the computer, by the second year though we were using what were called 'Dumb terminals' to enter information directly into the database, with that change I was moved up to the second floor, my new job was analysing data from sales and working out stock replenishment orders for the various high street stores in the group. I hopped about on the second floor doing different jobs within stock replenishment for two more years and then went up to the third floor and into the design department; each new job brought greater responsibility, more pay and more enjoyment.

This year I made it to the sixth floor, I was personal assistant to the Marketing Director, the job in itself wasn't so brilliant but the pay and fringe benefits were way above my wildest dreams, I wasn't actually getting as much out of the job as I could though, pay and benefits were one thing but in marketing there was much more, marketing got to take people to Grand Prix races, not just in UK but all over the world, I hadn't been asked to host an event or even to go along as support, some events got the whole department in on the act except for me, I was back in the home office manning or should that be womaning the phones, thirteen of them, it was keeping me fit running from one phone to the next as they took turns in ringing but it was hardly fair.

I cornered my boss after the rugby world cup, I wasn't in the least interested in rugby but it would have been nice to have been involved in the parties and the trips to France, I asked him to explain himself, "Jannette." He said, "My dear girl, just look at yourself in the mirror, then look at all the other women in the office and see how they look after themselves, it's nothing personal, just that we have to promote the best image of the company to our business contacts!" And with that he squeezed past me and slipped out of the office once again.

As soon as I got home I had my shower, after, I stood looking at myself, my long dark hair, just touching my bottom as I turned in front of the mirror, my hair was so long and so full that if I didn't pull it back with clips it totally covered the top half of my body, I pulled a few strands from in front of my eyes, I could almost walk totally naked in the street without anyone seeing any part of my body that would be classed as obscene, I was only five foot six inches tall and a few pounds heavier than I would like but I did have rather nicely shaped thirty-six inch, 'C' cup breasts, not that I had ever actually looked at them in a sexual light before, in the twenty years that I had been married to Bob I had never been expected to 'show off'.

Bob was a little bit of a 'grey man', that's not meant in a bad way, I see men as Gray, that's solid, dependable and hard working men, then there are blue men, depressing, sad, anally retentive, reasonable workers but not very good providers, the red men, funny, extrovert, larger than life, flighty workers, they can either make a million or be bankrupt, sometimes alternating from one to another from one year to the next. Bob was definitely grey, he didn't want children, I knew he loved me and that he would never be unfaithful to me, he just didn't seem to want or need sex, in ten years of marriage I doubt if we made love, well should I say fucked each other more than thirty times, I wouldn't say that I was a grey woman but I reflected Bob's greyness.

I wrapped a towel around myself, it wasn't that I was worried about anyone seeing me, it wasn't cold, just that if Bob had walked in he would have been very disappointed in me for walking round the house without properly covering myself. I opened my wardrobe, I had lots of nice clothes, I looked carefully through the long line of clothes hanging on my rack, I pulled open all my drawers, on my way home I had picked up the most popular fashion magazine from the news stand, I would have been happy if I had found a single thing that I possessed that was even remotely like anything in that magazine, needless to say I was not happy.

I put on a 'skinny-rib' top with no bra, I turned the bottom up under the top until it was just below my breasts, there had been a crop top in the magazine that looked stunning on the model, the way I had turned my top up meant that the effect was nothing like the real top in the picture, then the perennial problem of the hair came back into the frame, it fell forward and hid the effect I was looking for totally. I also scanned around my make-up bag, full of neutral tones; there was no fire engine red lipstick, no colourful eye shadow, in short, nothing that would make my face shine out, even if my face wasn't covered by my hair.

As I waited for Bob to get home from work, naturally I dressed myself properly before Bob got home, I had to take stock of myself, there wasn't much further I could go in CBR without serious re-skilling or maybe sleeping with Chris Brown, that made me laugh, I knew that Chris had slept with more than half the women on the sixth floor, he never did more than a one night stand and he must have been good because none of the women ever complained about what he did too or with them. I needed to re-model, my years in the design department had done one thing for me, we made great products, very long lasting, good quality but from time to time the sales fell without warning, we didn't stop making the product and turn to something new, we just gave them a face lift, new colour, slightly different shape, new packaging and the sales shot up to higher than they were before, there wasn't anything basically wrong with me, I just needed to re-design, re-package and re-market myself. When Bob came in I told him that I was thinking of having my hair cut short, he grunted something unintelligible, his head was stuck in the financial times, grey man reading the pink paper.

I turned up at work bright and early, an hour early to be precise, I made sure that I sent an email to my boss telling that I had come in early because I needed an extended lunch break, I didn't do any extra work though, I spent most of the morning answering the phones because everyone was at the convention hall, getting ready for the re-launch of our old product in a new, more colourful package. In between answering the phones I was flipping through the fashion magazine, looking at clothes and models, I was also working my way through the Internet to get more ideas. As soon as the local hairdressers opened I made an appointment to have my hair styled, a manicure, a pedicure and a make-up makeover.

All I could tell the hair stylist was that I wanted my hair short, not too fussy, I'd never done more than run a brush through my hair and then clip the sides back so that I could see, I didn't want to have to go through the curling, back combing, blow drying, short, simple, that was the order of the day. My makeover took from eleven o'clock until one, my hair was 'boyish' short, almost 'short back and sides', my fingers and toes looked great, same bright red colour on both fingers and toes and the make-up, well I looked like a film star. Even though my lunch break was over I dashed into 'Where the girls are', it was about fifteen years too young for me but I needed to get something new and , well sexy, before I saw Bob and he flipped his lid and forbade me from ever leaving the house unchaperoned again.

In just five minutes I did the whole thing, new bra and panty set, lilac, very lacy, the panties were too small and the bra offered absolutely no support but it looked dammed good, I opted for a simple sheath dress, red, pillar box red, vibrant, skinny and bright, it was really too small for me, it pulled against me so tight that it showed off every stitch of my lacy lingerie, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, I was going to have to go on a serious diet if I was going to wear clothes like this very often, the dress was skimpy but it still covered my body from neck to knee. I added holdups and red peep-toed sandals with a two inch heel; I dressed in the changing room of the shop and ran back to work, arriving twenty minutes late.

When I walked into the office I was greeted by Chris Brown, he was sitting on my desk, just putting the phone down, "They've been ringing off the hook for hours!" He said, then he jumped to his feet and asked me what he could do for me, "That's my desk Mr. Brown, you've seen me thousands of times!" "No my dear, you're mistaken, I've never seen you before in my life, I may have walked past you thousands of times but this is the first time I've ever seen you in my life!" Chris took my hand and turned me round slowly, he let out a low whistle, "Have you had lunch yet?" He asked me; I thought to myself, 'where the hell do you think I've been to for the last two and a half hours'. "No, I've not eaten yet!" I said, Chris called to his secretary and told her to arrange cover in my office to answer the phones then he guided me down to the car park and into his Bentley. "You'll have to forgive me, I have to go to the country club for lunch, they are trying to get a few more pounds off of me before I go on holiday, rabbit food and then an hour or two of exercise!" I told him that I needed to lose a few pounds myself; he smiled and said "Great!"

The meal was very filling but totally healthy, by the time we sat down to eat there was a summer cloud burst, people were still going out to play golf, even though it was pouring down with rain. Chris asked me if I would like to try out the fitness studio on the first floor, "Professional fitness trainer, all the latest equipment and they really look after your health too!" I pointed out that I wasn't exactly dressed for the fitness studio, Chris took my hand and led me through to the golf pro's shop, they had very limited stock of general fitness clothing, they had a few running singlets, the type with very large arm openings, thin shoulder straps and wide scooping neck, the shorts were the kind that runners wore, the sides didn't have a seam, they just wrapped over each other to allow maximum leg movement, the pro did have a kind of sport bra, like a tight Lycra top that ended just below the breasts, Chris looked very disappointed that they had a cover for my modesty, he had hoped that I would have to wear the vest over my skimpy bra or better still no bra at all, with all that disappointment Chris still paid for all the fitness clothes.

On the first floor there were two changing rooms, men and women, men on the right and women on the left, both had doors into the fitness studio, Chris and I were the only two in there, the personal trainer typed Chris's membership number into his blackberry, "Ten minutes on the bike, setting three please!" Chris hopped on the bike and started to peddle, John the trainer looked at his computer and told Chris that he said setting three and Chris altered the dial to three and started peddling again. John typed my details into his blackberry, age, height, weight, statistics, then he took me to a treadmill that was away on its own, he had two wires with little pads that he took out of sterile packets, these need placing on the skin either side of your heart, you can do it or you could let me, it's up to you.

I took the electrodes and placed them carefully under my sport bra, John handed me a nose clip and a large pipe with a mouthpiece attached and told me to breathe through the pipe while I did five minutes exercise on the treadmill. It took only seconds for the results of my exertion to show up on John's computer, he shook his head and then asked me if I wanted the truth or should he sugar coat it, then he changed his mind, "Looking at this, you've been taking too much sugar as it is!" John sent me to the bike that Chris had just finished working out on, I only had to do five minutes at setting one, then John set Chris his new task on the next machine, he kept us both at it for an hour and then he checked his computer, that's it folks, that's all the machine exercise you need for today, I'll see you tomorrow!"

John left the room, Chris stood looking at me, he was obviously trying to work out how he was going to phrase what he wanted to say, then he blurted out, "This isn't some kind of payment request for today, you can go back into the ladies changing room and shower, change and we'll meet in reception for the drive back to the office, or...." He pointed to a door at the far end of the room, it had a key-pad security lock on it, "The gold members have an extra exercise room over there, it has a wonderful shower, a huge Jacuzzi and some special exercise mats for adult exercise, no pressure, it's an offer, nothing else!" I thought for a moment, Chris was definitely a red man, red for danger as well as red for fun, Bob came into my mind, he almost turned me back to grey but today I was determined to be red, I accepted Chris's offer of the extra exercise.

Once in the room, John took off his t-shirt, he had been using the gym for almost a year; he had a well-defined six-pack, good pectoral muscles and a slim waist, he looked great for his age, then I saw just past the shower area, there were chiffon drapes hanging from the ceiling, beyond there were wooden stages, raised a foot off of the floor, each one had a leather covered, padded, exercise mat on top of it, each exercise mat was separated from the next by another chiffon drape, I could see clearly through at least four of the chiffon drapes through to their exercise mat beyond.

Chris reached out and hooked his fingers into the armholes on both sides of my singlet and 'yanked' me towards him, the force he pulled me with caused the small seams to tear slightly, he pulled a second time, causing the seams to both give way at the same time, even though the seams gave way I was still pulled into his chest, he kissed me passionately on the lips, he pulled the torn material off over my head, then he kissed me again, he started to slip his hands up under the bottom band of my sport bra, just as his fingers started to touch the swell of my breasts he asked me, "Is this Ookay" I nodded my head, I didn't want to have to say anything because I knew I would have said no, I would have to say no because my conscience would have heard me, my grey conscience, it would have steered me down the 'right' path.

My sport bra was lifted off over my head and thrown into the corner, Chris then took his shorts off, he stood there in an athletic support, it was all I could do to keep from laughing, he hooked his thumbs into the top of my shorts, I remembered that I didn't have any panties on under the shorts, I stopped him, "I don't have anything on under them!" I said, Chris smiled and said, I know, I saw everything when you were on the exercise bike, almost made me drop the dumb bells!" Then he pulled me into the shower area, the water started automatically as soon as we stepped under the shower-heads.

Chris started washing my body; I eventually let him remove my soaking wet shorts and gasped as he removed his athletic support, Chris's cock was as long as Bob's cock was when it was fully erect but Chris's cock was flaccid still, it was also twice as thick, I reached out and touched it, I lifted it feeling the weight, it felt like it was a kilo at least, it responded to my touch and started to inflate, as it filled with hot blood it grew in both length and girth, before it was fully erect he pulled me over to the Jacuzzi and sat me in the hot water, he positioned me directly over one of the water jets that came out of the step that was used as a seat.

Chris messed with the controls and suddenly the jet increased in strength blowing against my thigh, Chris moved me slightly, then he knelt between my legs and opened them wide, he reached under my bottom, lifting me slightly off of the step, then he pulled the skin on each side of my inner thigh, opening my vagina to the powerful jet of water, I started to climax almost instantly as soon as the water hit my sensitive insides. Chris was kissing me passionately again as the beeping sounds of the keypad being pressed sounded out in the room followed by the clunk of the electronic bolt being withdrawn.

Chris said, "We can go if it worries you that others might see you!" I was okay for the moment, I was underwater, nothing was on show, I would have to move off of the water jet though to stop my orgasm. A middle-aged couple walked through the door, they were muddy from head to toe, soaking wet, they had been playing golf throughout the downpour. They both stripped off and walked through the shower, they washed each other off very quickly and both stepped into the Jacuzzi, the woman asked me if she could take my place if I wasn't using the jet, she had a wonderful smile in her face, I moved over two feet and she sat down next to me, her partner did the same for her as Chris had done for me a few seconds earlier, I watched in amazement as she rocketed off into an orgasmic climax, she didn't care that Chris and I were there watching her, I relaxed a lot as I watched her run through one climax after another. Chris then used his fingers to take me to the same place as the other woman, both of us sitting there climaxing our socks off next to each other.

I heard the sounds of the other couple leaving the Jacuzzi, my eyes were closed tight as I reached an ever higher climactic plateau, as my head flipped from side to side I was going through every time Bob and I made love in our lives together, Bob wasn't really a lover, no grey man ever is but give him his due, almost every time we made love he brought me to a climax before he dumped his load in my pussy and rolled over to sleep, the thing of it was that if I could have concatenated every one of those climaxes together from our twenty years together it wouldn't come close to the feeling I had in the last hour in the Jacuzzi, and Chris hadn't come near me with his cock yet!

I was brought back to my senses by the sound of the other couple fucking, well more the sound of her howling out as the slap, slap, slap of his abdomen hitting hers echoed through the room. I looked over my shoulder; I had been distracted from my never ending chain of climaxes but Chris kept at it and brought me back to a high again, I could see the couple, three exercise mats away from the pool, there were three layers of chiffon between us but I could still see what they were doing, it was like watching two people fucking through a greenie-yellow fog, reminding me of what night clubs looked like in the 'eighties' through the mist of two hundred people's cigarette smoke. Time meant nothing in my mind as I was being visually excited by the couple and physically excited by Chris's expert fingers, "Do you want to get out of the pool and try out a little mat exercise?" I had almost missed Chris's question as I was so totally distracted, eventually it registered what Chris had said, I looked at him, I was still climaxing, my mind was confusing me totally, one voice was saying, "Oh my god yes, take me out and fuck me like she is being fucked!" But there was a second voice, a little louder, whispering in my ear, "You've never had sex with anyone but Bob in your life, you've never even looked in the direction of another man, you shouldn't even be in this place with this man at all!" The louder voice was the voice of my mother, I shook my head, every girl listens to her mother at times like this.

Chris pulled me off of the step I was sitting on; he sat on the opposite side of the Jacuzzi on the under water shelf, he pulled and turned me so that my back was toward him and then pulled me down on to his knee. He had one arm wrapped around my stomach and the other hand under my bottom, he was rubbing his cock-head all over my bottom, zeroing in on my pussy slit, he had started to rub the head of his cock from my anal muscle, along the slit of my vagina to my clitoris and back, with each pass over my vagina he pulled me down a little harder allowing his cock to enter my valley a little more with each pass. Suddenly another voice entered my head, a voice I hadn't heard in thirty years, it was my own, little girl voice, the voice of my inner child, it was reminding me that even if I didn't want to listen to my mother at that point I should remember that Chris's cock was twice as long and twice as fat as Bob's cock, she started to repeat over and over again, "It's gonna hurt you!"

I reached my hand down in front of me, forced my fingers inside my vagina slightly to pop Chris's cock back out and then covered any further access to my inner self, I shuddered a little, I had never touched my own body in that way during sex, in the past, every time I had sex with Bob my arms either remained at my sides or they wrapped loosely over Bob's back and shoulders, careful not to leave Bob with any kind of impression that I wanted more than he was doing to me. "I can't, I've only ever had my husband in my life!" I whined like a little schoolgirl. Chris slipped a little further forward and pulled me onto his abdomen, I was further out of the water now, all of my body exposed to the cool air and to the view of the other couple should they chose to look in our direction.

I watched as Chris's huge, monster cock, popped into view above the water, "Use your hands then if I can't fuck you!" I knew exactly what Chris wanted me to do, I had never done it before, no, not strictly true, I did it for Bob once, three months before our wedding day, Bob and I had been to a party and spent almost all night dancing and kissing with each other, Bob wanted to fuck me, he was complaining that his balls ached because he was so turned on, I pushed my hand down the front of his trousers in a dark corner, wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled up once and pushed down once and then my wrist felt warm and wet as he emptied his balls inside his trousers, that was the total extent of my masturbatory experience on any man in my life to this point.

My fingers wrapped around Chris's cock, my middle finger couldn't touch the tip of my thumb his cock was so fat, if I wrapped my fingers around my wrist the tip of my middle finger touched the tip of my thumb which meant that Chris's cock was thicker than my wrist, I was very glad that I didn't allow Chris to fuck me when he wanted me too. I started to massage Chris's cock with one hand, I didn't feel that I was in the right position to do it right for him but I was watching the other couple fucking again, I watched and wanked for about twenty minutes and suddenly they stopped, I stopped too, the other couple were moving, the only way out of the room was past the Jacuzzi, and this time all of my body was out of the water so I was totally exposed, I tried to escape Chris's grip and slide back under the water but Chris wasn't letting me go. As the other man reached the Jacuzzi he said, "Slow in here today Chris!" "It's probably the rain and were a little later than usual, all those kids need picking up from school in the rain!" "It's a pity that you two didn't come out to play; Gail would have loved to put on a show with a lovely lady like you!" The man was looking directly between my open legs, I thought about lifting my legs out of the water so that I could close them but instead I just covered my inner self with the palm of my hand.

We were all alone, I turned to Chris and asked him what the guy had meant by him saying that his partner would have put on a show with me, "She is bisexual and often has sex with other women while all the men watch, she's very good at it too!" I had started blushing when the other couple were looking at my body, now I felt real heat in my face. I tried using two hands together to masturbate Chris but still couldn't get him off, it was well past the time I should have been on my way home from work, Chris had given me so much pleasure that I didn't want to leave him high and dry but if I didn't get going soon Bob would reach home before me for the first time in twenty years. I turned so that I was kneeling in front of Chris, and began using both hands again but this time I could get more force and speed because of my altered position. Chris started to lift his hips off of the seat, I was getting somewhere at last, Chris reached forward and grasped my head in both hands, he started pulling me forward, not all of me, just my head, forward and down toward his cock, I realized a little late that he wanted me to use my mouth on his cock but as I had never done or even thought of doing anything like that in my life so far I held back, he increased his force and got my lips to touch the head of his cock but I held my mouth tightly closed, I didn't try to pull back because at the point that my lips touched his cock-head he fired off all over my lips, face, nose, eyes, chin, throat, neck and tits. I know when a little liquid is spilt it always looks like much more than it really was but Chris's load of cum looked like about a quarter of a pint jetting out of his cock and all over me, well up to the point that he hit me in the eye and I went temporarily blind.

Chris was the perfect gentleman, he used the Jacuzzi water to wash his spunk from my face and body, as soon as my eyes were clear I opened them and watched as strings of Chris's sperm were drawn to the filtration system to be cleaned, heated and spurted back out through the jets into the Jacuzzi, the thought suddenly hit me, what if I sat on top of one of those wonderfully powerful water jets now, if Chris opened my pussy lips to that pressurised cum filled water column, Bob and I hadn't had children over the years even though we had often had sex, I wasn't taking any kind of precaution and neither did he, I didn't really care one way or the other and the question never arose as to whether one or other of us were infertile or if it were just a basic incompatibility between our two bodies but there was a chance that I could have children and now I was swimming in a weak soup of Chris's cum, even though we hadn't actually fucked he could possibly still impregnate me.

Chris took my hand and led me from the water, he handed me a towel from the shelving unit and I wrapped it around me, it felt like an anti-climax now, Chris was telling me that he would meet me in the main reception after I had dried myself and dressed, the anti-climax was that Chris hadn't pressed home his advantage when I stopped him fucking me, if he had insisted I would have let him, and now I wished that I had let him. As I walked through the fitness studio I did mental calculations, the date my last period ended, and the projected date of my next period, I was probably right in the middle of the danger period for falling pregnant, judging from the shear amount of spunk that Chris was able to pump over my face and chest he was probably very fertile, I truly hadn't thought of becoming a mother before but that was probably because a child from Bob would have probably been just as grey as its father, Chris was definitely a red hot man, if it were possible, even redder than any other man I had ever met in my life, a child by him might be able to overcome even the grey surroundings of my house. Thinking about it, if I were ever to actually have a child it would have to be a man like Chris that provided the genetic material.

Chris took me to my village which saved the time the bus would have taken to get me home, he dropped me off opposite the main bus stop, there was a small Chinese take away there, I popped in, ordered a meal, Bob was used to his meal being ready for him either when he got home or very shortly after, he would be home in less than twenty minutes, a Chinese take-a-way would not be perfect but it would be ready and on the table for him when he got home. Bob was mad at me when he saw my short hair, I pointed out that I had mentioned it to him the night before, as I suspected, he couldn't even remember me talking to him the night before. Luckily I had time to change from my slinky new dress and into one of my usual, very grey, summer dresses, I had kept the new lingerie on under it, with the exception of the hold-up's, if Bob noticed something like that it would have definitely taken his mind off of the financial times. Bob made up his mind, he knew that it would take a long time but I would just have to let my hair grow back to the way he liked it, I had my orders and that was that, the Great Lord Bob had spoken.

In bed that night, I was still feeling very horny from my afternoon with Chris, I needed to be fucked, I knew that if I could get Bob interested he would make love to me, it wouldn't be the same as being fucked but it would take the edge off of my frustrations. I rubbed my bottom up against Bob's abdomen, 'Accidentally', but it did no good, he was asleep in seconds, I knew that I was going to have a rough time of things, it was only Friday night, I would have to remain frustrated for the whole weekend until I could see Chris again, then a worrying thought crossed my mind, what if on Monday morning Chris didn't want to know me, he had after all tried hard to have fun with me and I just reverted to type, I took the grey option, the safe way out, I already knew that Chris had fucked half of the women on the sixth floor and probably a lot from the fifth floor too, they were mostly younger than me, mostly prettier than me and mostly freer then me, he had given me a try and I had been found wanting, but not as much as I was wanting a good fucking right at that moment.

Bob woke early, he had a golf session organized, he would be going to the municipal golf range, there was a club house there with a bar and changing rooms, there wouldn't be a first class restaurant or fitness studio, and there would definitely be no executive exercise room hidden at the back for sexual entertainment.

I got up, dressed in grey and took the bus into town to my sister's house. My sister's husband was more mauve than either blue or red, but he wasn't at all grey, my sister Carol and Bill, her mauve husband lived on one of the better city estates, large detached house set out in a garden plot, clones of the house next door and the one next to that. Bill was out, Carol was in her nighty and dressing gown, we sat in her kitchen drinking coffee while I told her all about the club, all about the fitness studio and as I was telling her about Chris I saw her new next-door neighbours, a very tall, very grey man, with his arm wrapped around a pink woman, her face popped into my mind, waited in line to be filed away in the right storage space, there was an error message, I had seen the woman before, I started to search through the face file, it was always best to keep the filing up to date, I may know her from work or from school, each had their own drawer in my brain, I searched through the history file from the furthest in the past and then up to date, I saw her recently, where the girls are? No, that wasn't it, then I noticed her walking out on to a rain swept golf course, she was in the most recent compartment of my mind, then I turned my back and blushed.

Carol was waving to her new neighbours when she noticed me turn red and turn my back, I had just opened the latest file, the last picture I saw, a woman smiling as she looked down at my body, her partner saying that she would have loved to perform with me, my god, she was the woman I had sat next to the previous day. The man with his arm wrapped around the woman definitely wasn't the man that was fucking her so royally on the exercise mat the day before. Carol was knocking the window to attract her neighbour's attention, she moved her hand to imitate drinking, the woman nodded her head and a few seconds later the front door bell rang.

Carol opened the door to the woman and her husband and led them both into the kitchen, Carol made them both coffee, the woman recognized me instantly and hid a smile, we chatted about absolutely nothing at all, Dawn, the bisexual from suburbia didn't seem to care a jot that I knew the secret of how she spent her Friday afternoon, Ray was an accountant, if you mentioned money he brightened up to a light grey, I felt that if I mentioned double entry book keeping he could have turned almost off-white but before I could test the theory Dawn was reminding him that he had to check over the accounts from the country club, then she issued an open invitation to my sister and I, she needed to go to the country club to collect the latest receipts from the previous week while Ray got on with the club's accounts. The invitation was open but she was looking directly at me when she made it, a drive to the club, a quick drink and maybe a sandwich, 'or something', and then deliver the accounts back to Ray so that he could bring the books up to date.

My sister accepted the invitation in an instant; she hated being stuck in the house all day just because they couldn't afford a second car, if Dawn had offered to take Carol to the launderette to watch her do her washing Carol would have jumped at the chance to get out of the house, I was trying to signal to my sister to turn the woman down but Carol was ignoring me totally, Dawn said, "I'll go and get ready while you get dressed, I'll wait in the car for you!" As soon as we were alone Carol asked me what I was trying to say, "I was trying to stop you agreeing to go to the club with Dawn, Dawn is the woman I was telling you about, you know, the bisexual one!"

I was torn, I was still very frustrated, still needed to be fucked, if I went to the club with Carol and Dawn we might just have a drink and a sandwich in which case I was no worse off, there might just be more on offer, Chris could even be there, there would be more chance of me getting fucked at the club than if I had just gone home, leaving Carol to her fate with Dawn.

I had to do my sisterly duty and accompany Carol and her next door neighbour to the country club. We stopped off in the bar for a drink before Dawn collected the accounts; before we'd even been served two men approached us. They both knew Dawn and they both kissed her on her cheek before inviting all three of us to have a light lunch with them.

I had a grilled chicken sandwich on wholemeal bread and the five of us were soon lost in convivial conversation, I was definitely feeling a little left out as Carol and Dawn seemed to be the main focus of the men's interest. And if I was totally honest, Carol was definitely giving off vibes that she welcomed the men's interest and the men obviously knew Dawn was a dead cert for a fun time in the gold member's area already.

After we'd all finished our lunch Carol and Dawn were invited up to the gold member's room, I remained seated as the other four walked away; at the door leading to the stairs Dawn turned and beckoned for me to follow them. The fitness centre was very busy, twenty people using the various machines around the room, there were a few comments from people taking exercise, whispered asides at Dawn and Carol walking together towards the private door with two men following them, the fact that I was several paces behind was totally missed by most as they nudged each other and nodded towards Dawn with a knowing smiles.

By the time I got to the private door it had almost closed, if it had I would have been locked out as I didn't know the code to get in. Once inside the 'play-room' I noticed that the private room was also better used on a Saturday than on a Friday, there were three couples in the Jacuzzi, and it only took a few seconds to realise that they weren't too bothered in keeping to their own partners either.

There were three couples on three of the exercise mats spread out around the room and there were six men and two women walking around watching the action through the drapes that separated each exercise area. Dawn was guiding Carol to the furthest mat from the entrance, her hand on Carol's bottom fondling her bum along the way.

I caught up with the group just as Dawn started kissing Carol and as they kissed, Dawn was undoing the buttons down the front of Carol's blouse. The two men, Dawn and Carol were all inside one of the mat areas, I, like the other voyeurs, was standing beyond the wall of chiffon looking in. Dawn's appearance with another woman had certainly been a magnet, more than half of the voyeurs were now gathering around me at the side of Dawn's mat.

I'd never seen my sister engaged in any kind of sexual act before, never mind becoming a willing combatant in a lesbian sex show, combine that with the fact that I would willingly rape a dog because I was so horny and to say that I was lost in the moment of sexual depravity was an understatement, I was now standing in a group of five men and one other woman and as I watched I found myself clenching and relaxing my inner muscles, giving myself just enough additional feeling to send me over the edge and into a very silent orgasm.

I felt a hand on the small of my back, rubbing in small circles gradually widening out until the hand reached my bra strap and then down over my bottom where it rested momentarily before starting to rub down the crack of my bum or as near to the crack of my bum as it could because of my skirt. I felt a movement from my groper and hot breath against my neck followed by a kiss and then the lips brushed my ear as a whispered, "The Jacuzzi's empty; want to join me in there?"

I had been really enjoying the feeling of the stranger's hand exploring my body as I watched my sister rolling around on the floor naked with another woman but the voice that whispered in my ear came as a shock to me, it was the voice of the only other woman in the group standing watching Dawn and Carol.

I was shocked, stunned almost, so much so that I had entered a state of catatonia, Carol and Dawn were engaging in a very energetic bout of sixty-nine and to be honest. It looked like my sister was doing most of the running in the act. I felt a very soft hand slip into my hand and the gentlest of tugs pulling me in the direction of the huge empty Jacuzzi. I followed the younger woman without complaint as she pulled me away from my sister and her sexual contortions.

I was still watching my sister and Dawn as I was being undressed; the two men who had picked us up were stripping down and were now joining in on the fun, floor exercises. The woman kissed me on my lips, closing off my view of my sister and as our lips were pressing into each other, I found that I was slowly beginning to respond or should that be reciprocate to the kiss. She was pulling her blouse off slowly, I helped to speed things up a bit and while our lips and her hands were busy, I started to pull her skirt and knickers down.

We were in the Jacuzzi for fifteen minutes, we had given each other many multiple orgasms with our fingers, mouths and the powerful water jets out of the step that doubled as a seat when a naked young man joined us in the pool, he didn't say anything, he just took over making love to the woman who had pulled me over to the pool. She was giggling like crazy at the look on my face, "This is my husband Paul, he'd love to take both of us to our house for the afternoon, he has a thing, a fantasy that he would fill a woman's cunt with his spunk and that I'd eat every drop of it out of her and as it's his birthday today, I'd love to do it for him.

Well, my itch was finally getting scratched, and by a very handsome twenty-five year old man as his wife lay at my side fondling my breasts and wiping my fringe out of my eyes as my body got the pounding of its life, when he finally filled my cunt he jumped off me quickly but before his wife could move I had rolled my body over and had her pinned to the bed, kneeling above her face and I was fucking her mouth with my cunt as I fought to get my tongue into her pussy.

I'd had the best sex of my life, I had certainly had my eyes opened to some new things about myself, I had never considered sex with another woman in my life before or sex with two other people at the same time but I had discovered that perhaps I should try even more different kinds of sex in the future, things that in the past I had thought revolting might just be fun.

The three of us were walking through the huge country house when I spotted a large photograph on a shelf in the living room, "Who's that in the photograph?" "Oh that, that's Chris Brown, he's my wife's father, he gave me gold membership to the country club for my birthday present, why, you like the look of him?"

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