My name is Tracey, twenty-six years old and married to Harry for three years, although Harry was my first husband, hell he was my first boyfriend, first and only man to share any kind of intimacy with me, that wasn’t the case for Harry. Harry was thirty three when I met him, I was only twenty, very much bowled over by Harry’s maturity, his intellect, his life experience and the fact that he actually took a lot of time and trouble getting to know me and trying to get me to go out with him.

I was the new girl at a large office, I had a basic qualification in accounts administration and Harry was in facilities management, our offices were on the same floor at Coppice Road, which our company used as its head office. It took Harry six months of hard work to get me to go out with him and another eighteen months before we ‘did the deed’ as it were. I was afraid of getting hurt by Harry, not physically, well, to be perfectly honest the physical side of the sex act did terrify me but not as much as the emotional pain that could come from a failed relationship, after all when I met Harry he was a married man, granted he was separated and waiting for his divorce but still a married man. That also went through my mind a lot, who’s fault was the divorce, was it Harry’s or his wife’s, Harry had told me before we went on our first date all about his wife and her getting a bad case of post natal depression after the birth of their son and that when Harry junior was a year old she had left him.

It was quite difficult at times being in love with someone that was so close at work, we seemed to forever be in each other’s pocket but that changed when Harry got a new job as facilities manager for a national Chemists main factory site in Beeston, Nottinghamshire. The new job was like a weight being lifted off of our relationship, within a month of Harry changing jobs I had agreed to marry him, and another milestone, we made love for the first time. We still had to wait for Harry’s divorce to become final before we could marry, a small ceremony in a secular church because of Harry’s divorce, which upset my mother as she wanted me to have the full white wedding at a ‘proper church’. Well all that was three years ago and now I was beginning to ask myself why I wasn’t pregnant, there couldn’t be any kind of problem with Harry as he had already fathered a child, my mother actually asked me if I had taken any advice from our doctor, I was shocked, my mother and I never, ever, discussed anything ‘personal’ in our lives, and here she was asking if I had a medical reason for not making her a proud grandmother.

I sat in the waiting room of my doctors surgery, the thought of having to tell this man all of my intimate secrets made me feel fare less than comfortable, and after less than five minutes of being in his consulting room I felt totally guilty for wasting his time, at least the awkward questions that I had been expecting didn’t come, all I got was a, “You’re still very young, you haven’t been married very long, some women take longer than others to conceive etc”. The only good point to come out of the visit was seeing one of my classmates from college, Sandy was working behind the counter in the receptionists office, at first I was really happy to see her there, then it dawned on me that she would have access to all of that information on me that I wouldn’t like even my best friend to know. Sandy and I had been friends in the loosest terms; it was more like she was the one in the class that disliked me the least of my peers. I knew that everyone called me Miss Prissy-knickers behind my back, mainly because I never wasted my time with boys, always handed my assignments in early and always got good marks. But all that said, I was still very pleased to see her, I had looked for her to invite her to my wedding three years earlier but her parents told me that she was backpacking around the world for a year and that she wouldn’t be back in the country before my wedding. I passed Sandy a small card with my name, address, and telephone number on it and asked her to call me sometime for a chat or a coffee.

The only good piece of advice the doctor had given me was to keep a diary of activities; I picked up a page a day diary, usually used by busy businesspeople to keep track of a busy schedule. I wasn’t expecting a busy schedule, but from what the doctor had said if I noted down everything, no matter how trivial it was, something might pop up that would point to a problem if one existed. Can you imagine, I actually found myself blushing just writing things down in my diary, but I found I actually got into it, it was almost like a drug, the drug that could see me pregnant one day, and I was going to take it with relish every night.

I was noting down everything I had to eat during the day, estimating how much I had to drink, how often I went to the toilet, number one or number two, I was like a woman possessed, I took my temperature every hour, because I had read in cosmo’ that temperature had some influence on pregnancy, unfortunately I couldn’t remember quite what the relationship between temperature and potential pregnancy was. I noted down every time Harry and I were intimate, what we did to each other, in the beginning I would just put, “H and I were intimate”, but that soon expanded to detailed descriptions of our sexual acts. Foreplay, how long and exactly what we did, penetration, to fulfilment or not, I even noted down when he practised oral sex on me and I on him.

I had been keeping my diary for six months, I found I actually got a bigger kick from writing down what I had done than I actually got from doing it most of the time. I was at work, Friday afternoon, I had just finished writing in my diary that I had at last passed my driving test, my temperature was thirty-eight point nine degrees centigrade and I had chosen a small Vauxhall Corsa as my first car, it was old but tidy, it looked nice and clean and I was certain that anyone who would keep the car so clean, inside and out, must have been good at looking after the mechanicals’ of it too. The car was really nice, it was ‘fire brand orange’, that meant that the colour was redder at the bottom, gradually lightening through various shades of orange to almost yellow at the roof. Harry was, of course, not so happy with my selection, if I had a crash it would cost far more for repairs because of the complicated paintwork, but I just fell in love with the car. Sorry I was prattling on there a little, anyway, my mobile phone rang, that was very unusual for me as no one would normally ring me at work, Harry and my mother knew my desk phone number if they needed to talk to me urgently, I didn’t recognise the phone number displayed on my telephones screen but I recognised the voice on the other end of the phone. “Sandy, how wonderful to hear from you!” I said, Sandy was ringing me to ask if I would like a night out, one of her group had shied off of a trip to Sheffield at the last minute, everything was paid for, all I needed to do was turn up at the co-op on Arnold High Street before seven pm and a bus would take us to Sheffield and bring us back, I asked what kind of show it was, Sandy was trying to be a little vague but in the end she admitted it was the Chippendales. I went very quiet for a while, Sandy obviously didn’t know me at all, I would never consider anything like that as entertainment, Sandy was doing her best to persuade me to go, we could have a nice chat on the way there, and again on the way back. While Sandy was doing her best to get me to agree to go I was looking back over the previous few pages in my diary, I had been getting quite a kick out of writing all about my sex life and almost as big a kick out of re-reading those pages, I would have said not six months earlier that I would never consider writing or reading anything like that but now I did, and I enjoyed it too. “Yes, I’d love to come, I’ll meet you there”, there I had said it, what was done was done, I phoned Harry and told him that I was going out for the evening, I didn’t know when I would return home as I was going to Sheffield to a night club with a bunch of women. I didn’t mention the Chippendales, that would have been too much information for Harry anyway.

It was only a short walk to the Co-op, Sandy was already on the buss and had saved a seat by her for me. We did chat a lot between Nottingham and Sheffield, getting up to speed on the past six years of our life, some of Sandy’s stories of her exploits while backpacking around the world were more like fantasy stories than the real life exploits of a Nottinghamshire girl. I was interested to hear that Sandy’s job at the surgery wasn’t as a receptionist but as a researcher, it was her job to find the patterns in patient’s life diary entries. I had to chuckle inwardly, if I had to hand in my diary it would be Sandy who got the task or reading it through and finding those important pieces of information that would help the doctor to make his diagnosis. It kind of made my mind up for me that I would probably look into changing doctor’s, it had been on my mind ever since my less than wholesome visit to express my concerns about my lack of pregnancy.

“Dear diary, had a nice evening in Sheffield, got home around midnight, H too tired for intimacy”, that’s what I wrote in my diary. What I should have written in my diary was, “Wow what a fucking great night, the Chippendales were incredibly sexy especially after their act in their dressing room, I was so turned on when I got home I could have fucked a door knob but Harry wasn’t interested, said he was too tired”. The Chippendales were very sexy, they stripped down to satin jock straps but didn’t go all the way, it was still enough to raise the passions, the women in the room went wild, as did I. Sandy kept whistling and shouting out to one of the guys, his name, according to the program was Steel but when Sandy called out Neville he looked directly at her and smiled. After the boys had stripped down to satin jock straps for the third time, different costumes, different dance routines but the same result, muscular men standing in skimpy pants and women going wild. The difference this time was that as the men walked off to their dressing rooms Sandy was following on behind. It took around twenty minutes for us all to be sitting on the bus, parked in a side street behind the night club, all that was, except for Sandy. It took a further forty minutes for Sandy to join us, she looked very flushed, her hair was soaking wet and from the smell of her it wasn’t from a hurried shower. The driver pulled away and turned into the now deserted Sheaf Street, passing the front of the club, a voice from the darkness called out, “Have you pissed yourself Sandy or is that Steel’s cum soaking through your gusset?” Sandy responded by lifting the hem of her very short dress, I tried to close my eyes as fast as I could but not fast enough to miss seeing the beginnings of Sandy’s hairy triangle, as she said, “My gusset can’t be soaking, I left my panties on Steel’s dressing room floor!”

I couldn’t believe that Sandy had lifted her skirt in such a public way, in such a public place, no one saw my bits, my intimate bits except my husband Harry, and even then I didn’t flaunt them, it was only ever in the bedroom and in almost total darkness. As we drove along, heading south toward Nottingham, Sandy’s mobile phone rang, she was recounting the evening’s entertainment to her caller, she even went into details about her after show activity in almost medical details, the caller must have mentioned concern about pregnancy because Sandy said, “Look I had my sponge in and enough spermicidal jelly to stop a gallon of spunk getting through, no I won’t be catching for a black baby, trust me!” As she closed her phone and disconnected the call she said, “Husband’s, who’d have them!” ‘OH MY GOD’, Sandy had just told her husband that she had fucked a stranger, well maybe not a stranger, she did after all know his real name, but she had just told her husband that she had just been unfaithful. I couldn’t believe just how turned on I was, the show had turned me on totally, waiting for Sandy, knowing that she had gone back stage with the male strippers had also been a turn on but nothing compared to listening to Sandy’s conversation with her husband.

Just before the outskirts of Nottingham a woman came around asking where people lived, she was trying to work out if some people could be dropped off at more convenient places than the Co-op on the High Street, my house was actually on the route the driver would be taking in to Nottingham and there were five other women that said they would be better being dropped off with me, it took only a few seconds for five drop off points to be arranged. The woman who was arranging the drop off points stood by Sandy and me and asked who would be giving the driver his ‘usual tip’ tonight, Sandy piped up, “You know that I would usually be only too glad to oblige but I doubt that the poor old bugger would even touch the sides at the moment”. The organiser turned to a woman sitting across the isle from me and said, “Carol, how about you, I’ll get him to drop you back ay your place after?” Carol agreed, she had been one that was going to be dropped off with me so I assumed she lived close by, I was listening as she chatted to the woman next to her, she was telling the woman that she would get the driver to take the bus into Bestwood Country Park’s car park, there would be a couple of courting couples there at that time of night but no one who would care, and she could walk home from there. My house was less than three hundred yards from that car park, we had often had petitions around to get the place closed down, or at least closed after dusk to stop the ‘goings on’ there. The bus dropped me off right outside my front door, I was so ‘on edge’, sexually, that I took the stairs two at a time in my rush to my bedroom, I had stripped off on the stairs as I rushed up to Harry, I jumped into bed, there was a loud ‘doing’ from the bedsprings and I cuddled up to Harry, I was totally nude, which was unheard of, even if I knew that sex was going to happen I still went to bed in my full length night gown. Harry was, as usual, in his pyjamas, pale blue and white candy striped, I knew he was awake, Harry was a very light sleeper at the best of times, just the bus pulling up outside would have woken him and sent him scuttling to the window to see what was going on. But he was sleeping, well he was pretending to be asleep, I could tell from his breathing pattern that he was wide-awake. I reached around and searched for Harry’s penis, as my hand touched it he shrugged me off, “I’m too tired and I have to go into work tomorrow!” I thought that the fact that I had gone out with the girls, gone out without him for the first time in six years, had made him angry at me, I was so ripe, I had never in my life before wanted sex so much, even on my wedding night I could have taken it or left it, but right here, right now, I wanted to feel Harry’s arms around me, wanted to feel him pressing his hot member between my legs, wanted to feel his soft hands lifting my breasts to his mouth as he usually did when he fucked me. I was totally confused, I slipped quietly out of bed, I walked down the stairs picking up my clothes as I went, I put my bra back on, slipped into my panties but then took them off again, they were soaking wet between the legs from my earlier anticipation. I pulled my blouse back on and my skirt, I left my tights and panties hanging over the banister rail at the bottom of the stairs. The night was reasonably warm so I didn’t put a jacket on, I was about to leave the house without anything but then I realised that I would need a key to get back in the house after my walk. I put my house keys on top of the front wheel of my car, out of sight and it meant that I didn’t have to carry anything with me. I walked aimlessly for a while, came to the main road and was about to turn right towards the town centre, then I noticed the footpath on the opposite side of the road, the footpath wandered it’s way through a small spiny and ended up at the Bestwood Country Park’s car park. The name went through my head a few times, then I remembered what Carol had said about giving the driver of the bus his ‘usual tip’ on that car park. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t walk that footpath alone at any time of the day let alone at almost one thirty in the morning. But I did find myself walking along the path, I wound my way through the spiny, there were lots of noises that would have sent me running on any other evening but tonight I had a goal, the path widened out just before the car park, and as I got to the fence surrounding the car park I saw the bus that I had just travelled from Sheffield in pulling off of the road and along the track leading to the car park. The headlights of the bus lit up three cars, I could see that there were couples in each of the parked cars because they all had their interiors lights on, and they were all doing the same thing, the thing that I really wanted to be doing right then with Harry but had been rejected. The bus couldn’t actually get onto the car park as there was a height restrictor over the entrance, I had to make my way around the car park carefully so as not to get hurt in the uneven grass in the dark but eventually I found myself at the side of the bus, it was simplicity itself to climb up the car park’s fence and I was right there looking through the side window of the bus. The interior lights were on inside the bus, the driver and Carol were on the long back seat, normally the bus’s windows would have been too high for anyone to see through but the fence had given me the height I needed to see in side.

I watched as the driver took all of Carol’s clothes off, she seemed to have no problem with being totally nude with the lights on, she had a condom in her bag and she gave it to the driver, I could hear him protesting but in the end he stripped off and pulled the rubber over his less than average sized cock. When I had seen what the Chippendales had hidden behind their ‘G’ string pants I had thought that I had been short changed by the size of Harry’s merely average sized cock but seeing the drivers pitifully small member I felt a little better about Harry’s equipment. I watched as the driver climbed on top of Carol, there was no foreplay, no love, no affection, just the act, and even then the finality of the union would be captured in latex instead of being delivered to where it should have gone. The whole thing was over in less that ten minutes, I had felt frustrated before I had arrived at the car park but now I felt even more frustrated, I had just reached down and began to rub myself through my skirt when it was all over, it would have been nice if I could have brought myself off before they had finished. Who was I kidding, I had never brought myself off in the privacy of my own bedroom before, there was no way in hell that I would have done it standing on a fence at the side of a parked bus, but I had been close to trying.

I walked directly across the car park as Carol began dressing, I couldn’t afford to walk the long way around if Carol had as she had said she intended to do and walk home from the car park she could have bumped into me on the path leading to the estate where we both lived. I passed the first car, the woman was sitting in the back with a man, the front seats were both pushed forward and the woman was bent forward sucking the mans cock, I couldn’t believe that they were sitting there with their interior light on doing sex, but then so were the other two cars. I changed direction and walked past the front of the second car, I had a slight shock, the couple were ‘in the act’, the man was putting a lot of effort into his fucking but that wasn’t what had taken me by surprise, what had was the fact that in the darkness I could see a disembodied face. A man was standing looking through the side window of the car, he was dressed from head to toe in black and I could only see his face because of the light shining out of the car. Then another thing shocked me a little, the side window of the car was actually open, the man wasn’t watching in secret, like a peeping tom, the couple had to know he was there, I was six feet from him and I could hear his heavy breathing. As I passed by the front of the car I saw that the man was actually masturbating as he watched the couple fucking. He reached into the car from time to time and touched the woman’s exposed breasts, far from being a peeping tom the man was a part of the whole sex act. I wanted to prise myself away but I just stood there, transfixed, frozen to the spot, I had once again started to rub the front of my ‘lower body’ through my skirt, the roughness of the material reminding me that I had left my panties at home. The man standing outside the car suddenly stood upright, his hand was working fast at his cock, his new position had hidden his face in the darkness but had brought his cock into the light, he wasn’t a bad size, his cock looked around seven inches long and around three inches in circumference, his cock head was uncovered which made it look very different to Harry’s cock which was uncircumcised. I slipped my hand down the inside of the waistband of my skirt and found my inner wetness; I was actually dripping lubricating fluid as I stood there. As I opened my legs to allow my fingers better access to my inner self, and my inner needs, the cool night air chilled the streams of my own juice, which was literally running down my inner thighs in twin rivulets. I gasped in a deep breath as the man finally fired his seed through the open window, I gasped once more as I saw the string of white cum drop onto the woman’s breast and the man’s shoulder, it wasn’t the view that had caused me to gasp bit the feeling that I was giving to myself as I watched. I was taken by surprise, it made me pull my hand out quickly and stop giving myself that level of pleasure. I had to put the whole thing down to the evening, the situation I found myself in and the risk of being caught at any moment. “Hi, I’m glad you’re here”, I froze once more, it was Carol, she had caught me up because I was standing watching the couple and their ‘extra numeral’, “You’re Sandy’s friend aren’t you?” How the hell could she tell that in the darkness? I grunted in an affirmative kind of way, “I thought so, thought it was you watching through the window of the bus at Paul’s poor performance, these three are much better aren’t they?” I couldn’t bring myself to talk to Carol, but we walked together along the path towards our respective homes, Carol was chattering to me ten to the dozen as we walked along, none of it actually made it through to my conscious mind, that was still standing watching a couple fucking while a man masturbated through their open car window. When we eventually got home Carol asked me if I would like a coffee at her place, I checked the time, it was two thirty in the morning, who the hell invites a perfect stranger to their house for coffee at two thirty AM, Carol, obviously.

Carol’s house was a bit of a tip, there were children’s toys all over the place, Carol wasn’t trying to be quiet as she made room at the kitchen table for us to sit and drink our coffee, after about fifteen minutes a man wandered into the kitchen in just his underpants, I saw him and instantly turned my head away from him, Carol chided him for bursting in on her in his ‘skiddies’. I was blushing a little, the man was her current boyfriend, he kissed her for a while and told her that he had a little something for her when she got up stairs, and then he left the room, “A little something is right, he is hardly any bigger than the bus driver, how is your old mans tackle?” Carol asked, I was taken a little by surprise, “A little bigger than the bus drivers” I replied, I hid my face slightly behind the coffee cup, I wanted to blush, I knew that this kind of talk was way beyond anything that I would usually get involved in. “I usually end up having to finish myself off after he cum’s, but he is good in other ways, has a tongue to drive you wild if he is in the mood” Carol said. Carol excused herself, I heard the stairs creak as she went up, followed her progress across the landing, heard her bedroom door open and close and then the bedsprings began to complain as she allowed her boyfriend to fuck her. She wasn’t gone for long, I had at first assumed that she was going to the toilet, had I known that she intended to have sex again I would have left. By the time I realised what was happening I just sat there listening to her bedsprings bouncing about. Carol was back in around twenty minutes, she was dressed in a pure silk dressing gown, tied at the waste in a large bow and smoking a cigarette, she said, “Sorry about that, I should have offered you first, he’s absolutely no good for at least an hour now that he has cum in me”. I almost choked on what was left of my cold coffee; “He would love to give you a bit of oral sex if you’d like him too” she went on.

I found myself thanking Carol for her kind offer, “I’m good right now thanks, might have been a different kettle of fish a few hours ago though!” I laughed unconvincingly. Carol had made two more cups of coffee, she hadn’t asked if I had wanted one just made it and passed it to me. We chatted about nothing at all for twenty more minutes, I was grateful really, I didn’t really want to go home just then and it could have been difficult if I had to spend the night wandering the streets until after Harry went off to work. Two cups of coffee and the late hour finally caught up with me and I suddenly needed the bathroom as a matter of urgency. Carol directed me to her bathroom, “Up the stairs, second door on the left”, she told me. The stairs were a minefield, there were shoes, books and bags all the way up the stairs and after I had successfully negotiated all of that and the bathroom door was within reach I tripped on something and bumped the door open. As I sat on the toilet I heard Carol’s bedroom door open, the hinges badly needed a touch with an oilcan, I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and then voices in the kitchen.

“This is Tony, this is…. I’m sorry I only know that you are Sandy’s friend”, “Tracey” I said, Tony was dressed in a similar silk dressing gown to Carol and he looked much better dressed that way than in his ‘Y’ fronts, I even shook his hand. Carol picked up the two coffee cups and walked into her living room, with the kitchen door open I could see that she had placed the cup with my drink in it on a small table at the side of one of the easy chairs. The room was in total darkness, I saw her put her cup on the floor in front of a large sofa, she knelt on the sofa and reached behind it, suddenly there was a shaft of light from a standard lamp behind the sofa. It was a strange light, there was nothing at all leaving the top of the lampshade, I realised that the lamp had a silvered top that forced all the light out of the bottom of the shade, the shade was so thick that no light went sideways either, nothing was said but I followed Carol into the living room and sat in the easy chair facing the sofa. Tony followed us into the room and as the door closed behind him I was dissolved into total darkness, I couldn’t even see the coffee cup until I moved my head so that the cup was in silhouette against the puddle of light over the sofa. Carol sat low in the seat, her dressing gown falling open slightly just above her knee. Tony sat by her side after switching on the hi-fi, a CD of Barry White with the volume down low.

Tony sat slightly sideways on to Carol, his left arm was over her shoulder and behind her neck, he was kissing her right cheek and nibbling on her right ear for a while, I could make out Tony whispering something into Carol’s ear, she nodded her head and her eyes were burning in my direction, it was as if she was willing the darkness to part so that she could see my face. I took an occasional sip from my coffee as I sat watching Tony in the early stages of love. I watched as his right hand reached down on to Carol’s stomach, he massaged her through her dressing gown for a few moments and then his hand slipped through the front of the dressing gown. I could see the front of Tony’s dressing gown begin to tent up slightly just above his groin. I watched as his hand slipped up and onto Carol’s left breast, the material was so thin and the light above them so good that I could see almost every twitch of every muscle under that dressing gown. Carol’s right nipple began to grow, clearly visible through the thin material, it was strange to watch that as Tony was only massaging Carol’s left breast but the effect seemed to be taking over her right breast. Tony whispered once more and Carol nodded her head once again, I saw Tony pinch her left nipple and Carol clenched her teeth tightly and threw her head back slightly. Then she used her left hand to pull at the free end of the bow holding her gown closed, then the simple knot was fully undone and the silk tie pulled away from the front of the dressing gown. Tony slipped his hand down from her breast and over her stomach once again; as he did so he lifted his hand slightly, which opened the front of her dressing gown slightly. I could see quite a lot of her breasts through the open top of her dressing gown, Carol’s eyes were unwavering, she was staring directly into my eyes, it was as if she could see in the dark. I had put my cup down; my right hand was resting in my lap, pressing down slightly on to my pussy mound. Tony’s hand was now at the same point on Carol as my own was on me, he flicked the front of her dressing gown slightly to uncover the left hand side of her body, Carol was exposed from just beyond her very erect nipple to the floor on her left hand side, Tony pushed her legs apart and I could see her hairy pussy lips deep in the recess between her thighs, I watched, transfixed, as Tony began to massage between Carol’s legs, his movements were no longer gentle, I could hear Carol’s breathing getting deeper and louder as the excitement overtook her. Tony stood up, turned to me and came over, I was that rabbit, caught in the oncoming car’s headlights, I knew that I should have run, should have done something, Tony was at my side, he pulled me from the seat with extremely powerful hands, he turned me slightly and in one movement broke the clasp at the waste band of my skirt and the zipper attempting to hold it up. I realised that Tony couldn’t actually see me in the dark part of the room but it didn’t stop him finding each and every button on the front of my blouse and the thin blouse joined my skirt on the floor, my bra clasp took less than a tenth of a second to fall before Tony’s expert fingers, and then I was ‘placed’ back down sitting in the easy chair, totally naked. Tony then walked back to Carol and dropped his dressing gown behind him; he was fully erect, six inches long and two in circumference. Tony knelt in front of Carol and lifted her legs up to give himself easy access to her vagina. I could hear more than see that Tony was driving Carol into a climactic frenzy, I found that my own fingers were once again seeking my inner being to satisfy its cravings.

Eventually Carol had to push Tony’s head away from her pussy, just to be able to gather her breath back from a continual climax that had lasted well over twenty minutes. Tony knelt upright, his large hand now wrapped around his penis; he was stroking it back and forth slowly as he shuffled across the living room floor towards me. I didn’t move as his thigh touched my knee in the darkness, didn’t flinch as he felt his way up my body in the darkness, didn’t object as he used his strength to press his stomach between my thighs, opening me up totally, I said nothing as his mouth pressed against my neck, and then he lifted himself slightly higher and the tip of his cock pressed against my labia, I whispered, “Please don’t, I have never done this with anyone but my husband before”. Tony pulled back slightly and I relaxed a little, Tony kissed my cheek, kissed up to my ear and asked if it was ok for him to at least give me a little pleasure, my head moved fractionally forward and back, I have no idea if I intended it as a nod but Tony took it as one. His hand slipped between our bodies, fingers searching out the wetness between my lower lips, as his fingers dug deep inside my body his mouth found mine and my eyes closed automatically. Tony was very skilful at taking me up to the edge of a climax and then allowing me to relax back down again. I lost count of the number of times he took me to the edge and let me slide back again, “I want you to fuck me Tony I really do but please don’t do it”, god I felt week saying that but I needed to be released from my frustrations and I knew that if he pressed his manhood against my labia right now I would push back at him to feel him burry himself inside of me.

I was suddenly alone, Tony had moved so fast that I felt a wave of emptiness flood over me, I had been taken to the brink of yet another unfulfilled climax and now Tony had jumped to his feet, my had was grasped and I was jerked to my feet. Carol suddenly came into view, I realised that for almost an hour I had been writhing on the seat with my eyes closed and being ‘pleasured’ by Carol’s boyfriend, now I could see her once again, she was totally nude, masturbating herself with a vibrator. One flick of Tony’s powerful arm and I was propelled across the room and hit the sofa hard, sliding down to a sitting position at Carol’s side. Tony knelt on the edge of the sofa’s seat; he took a handful of Carol’s hair and pulled her head forward, forcing his cock into her mouth with a great deal of aggression, then he used his other hand to take hold of my hair and he pulled me towards him, my body clashed with Carol’s and I felt her hands reaching out to me, she used her slender fingers to work her way deep into my body, I fired off into a climactic orbit within seconds, then Tony turned his body slightly and I felt the heat of his manhood at my lips, my mouth opened as an involuntary reaction, I felt his cock slide all the way in my mouth, I gagged slightly as his cock head hit the back of my throat, my gagging only caused Tony to pull harder on my hair, forcing his cock to actually enter my oesophagus, there was a sudden rush, Tony was injecting his cum directly into my throat, there was no taste to it, just the feeling of the hot, slimy liquid sliding directly into my stomach. The feeling of Carol’s fingers and Tony orgasming directly into my stomach made me almost pass out, then Tony pulled his cock clear of my throat, leaving a trail of his bitter juice across my tongue and a foul taste in my mouth.

I almost leaped up from the sofa as soon as Tony let my head go free, I was desperate to get dressed, to get out of Carol’s house before I got down on my knees and begged Tony to fuck the life out of me. Carol had a drink of orange juice waiting for me as I emerged into the light of the kitchen, she was still totally nude, she had absolutely no shame, didn’t see anything out of the ordinary in sharing her man with an almost stranger. “Were you serious, about never doing anything with anyone but your husband?” “yes of course”, I desperately wanted to leave, but my stomach was churning so terribly from the belly full of salty cum that Tony had just injected into me, Carol told me that the juice would help, but I needed to hang around for at least fifteen minutes, I looked puzzled, “Have you ever taken cum that way before?” “No, never, I have, you know, with Harry but he never, ever tried to finish himself in my mouth”. Carol told me that it would be better if I was sick in her toilet, it would get it all over with much faster than walking around for ages feeling sick, the theory was that the alkali of Tony’s cum needed an acid to force the sick reaction to expel it all, I took the drink of orange, more to take the foul taste away than anything else but I suddenly needed to hang my head over the toilet and rid myself of the churning.