The night had certainly been a shock, I was actually looking forward to watching the video ‘Love Actually’, drinking a bottle of Sainsbury’s cheapest red wine and munching my way through a box of almost Belgian chocolates, that was until my neighbour, Teresa, from across the road invited me out and provided me with a baby sitter. If you need to find out more about the night so far you will have to read Steve, from Derbyshire’s, A Night Out With the Lads and my A Night Out With the Lads 2, Now read on ……….

A Night Out With the Lads 3
by eastern_rose

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.

As 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……..

The 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 timed 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…..

The 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.

Carl 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.

Before 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 hat 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”.

Carl 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.

Carl 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.

Carl 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. After 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. Steve 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. Because 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. No 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. Steve 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.

As 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.

John’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.

Steve 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 a 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.

The 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.

The 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 all together 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.

Sally 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.

“On 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.

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My 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 dome 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.

The 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. We 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 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 that 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.

The 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.

Teresa 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. At 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. The 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. As 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.

Steve 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. The 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”.

Steve 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. The 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.

The 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.

Steve 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.

When 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.

Steve 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.

Steve 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. The 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 out 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…………