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I'm Danni, 46 at the time, naturally slim (32b), 5 feet two inches in my bare feet, with long thick naturally curly brown hair and given my age, still deemed to be ‘pretty' with a small turned up nose.
Now I think about it, Kira was very much the leader of our girlie group too, suggesting restaurants and even ordering wine without asking or being challenged for it.
As you'd expect over the years since we'd first become friends, their circle of friends didn't include many from the olden days and were now a vast mix of ages and occupations.
Some months after I'd started ‘going out' with the girls, I was sitting crying into my wine bottle one evening, when serendipity took place, and my phone rang, and it was Kira , inviting me ... or insisting I started to come to the gym with her.
Nothing too strenuous, Pilates, bums and tums and Aqua aerobics too, any or all ... she didn't care ... and she'd organised a place the following morning.
With a heavy heart I didn't shower, pulled on an old pair of knickers and bra under my joggers and a sweatshirt then walked to her house, from where we walked through the park to the Sports Centre about a mile away.
The Pilates was tough enough, but the bums and tums made me ache in places where I didn't know I had places!
But ... I enjoyed it and returned two days later for the same two 45-minute sessions.
I still ached all over but signed up as a member, booking both sessions three times a week and two more Aqua Aerobic sessions.
About two months later and now feeling much fitter, plus I'd started really looking forward to our regular Friday nights out, which were now mostly drinking sessions with only the occasional meal, when the conversation could get a bit bawdy and risqué , with Kira occasionally ‘looking daggers' when someone sounded like they may be ‘going over the line' with certain subjects that I wasn't meant to hear about... and they would always clam up when this happened.
Being shy, I never asked any ‘follow up' questions, but was a bit intrigued when parties were mentioned, as I'd never been invited.
Even though I was visibly and mentally coming out of my ‘grieving widow' phase, Malc still took it upon himself to hug and hold me in company, and in all honestly I looked forward to his attention and bodily contact as much as anything else, even though he was my best friend's husband; and thankfully, if a bit oddly, Kira would smile at me whenever her husband held me ‘like that' confirming she was okay with the attention he was giving me.
Malc would whisper ‘how sexy' I looked, and ‘what a lucky man Frank had been' ‘or ‘how hot I was dressed for a widow' whenever we met, either in the pub or at their house or especially in their house when his compliments were even more extravagant, regularly getting me to ‘do a twirl' when I arrived ‘so he could take in all of my sexiness' which made Kira laugh and beg him to stop, but he never did.
His eyes never left me if he was around when I was going to the gym, as I was now wearing Lycra leggings and similarly tight tops.
I was incredibly flattered of course but tried to shoosh him away.
One night, and I put this down to drink, he accidentally brushed my bum with his hand and keeping it in situ a couple of times and my boob too, sending a shiver down my back and I inadvertently squeezed closer to him as Kira winked at me.
In the taxi home Malc sat between me and his wife as usual , but draped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer and kissing me on my head a few times then ‘accidentally' touching my boob with his huge hand, then as I got out first he made no pretence about it as he squeezed my boob and intentionally ran his hand along my thigh and winked at me, then as I bent over to get out of the car I felt his hand squeeze my arse.
Shocked; I turned to face him, only to see both Kira and him grinning at me.
I was totally confused as what I'd thought they had been careless accidents; what if they'd been deliberate ... and why would Kira think it was okay behaviour?
With this on my mind I tossed and turned in bed running it through my brain, inadvertently running my fingers inside my pyjama shorts and then through my hairy pubes for the first time in over a year and the more I thought about Malcolm's behaviour the more I wriggled until I eventually gave in to temptation and rubbed my clit, which was tingling, just like the olden days.
Was it so wrong to feel like this about my husband's friend ... was it cheating on his memory?
That didn't stop me wringing an orgasm out, one where I made guttural noises and cheekily slid my fingers into my sticky slit to get myself off.
I soon fell asleep and when I woke the next morning it was only when I realised my fingers were still sticky that it dawned on me, I'd been masturbating; then felt incredibly disappointed in myself.
Confused, I still put my gym gear on and walked to Kira's house as it was Saturday, and we had a Pilates session booked.
As Kira busied herself Malc, who was about to go and play golf, smiled and asked, ‘if I'd had a good night'. Feeling guilty I simply nodded, which made him chuckle.
"Sorry if I couldn't keep my hands to myself .... But you did look fucking sexy as always."
I blushed and looked away; "but what would Kira think?"
"She's cool with it ... and always gives me plenty of leeway. We had a helluva fuck when we got home by the way; talking about what we'd done."
I could barely believe my ears, ‘WE???'
Malc then slightly twisted me sideways "Are you wearing knickers under there?" he laughed and ran his hand across my arse. "It doesn't look or feel like it."
"You randy sod" I hissed as I tried to pull away, but his hand was now firmly cupping my arse, "It's a thong if you must know!" I grinned and just then she walked into the room with her gym bag.
"Are we ready?" she smiled at both of us.
We chatted about everything apart from her husband's antics in the taxi on the walk through the park.
After Pilates Kira suggested going into the steam room, something I'd never done before, but agreed, saying "I'll try anything once."
The words were barely out of my mouth when she grinned and said, "That's good to hear." Then put her arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
We went into the changing room were Kira casually stripped naked next to me, taking her time to hang her gym gear in her locker. I could hardly believe my eyes, as she had a gold barbell through each nipple and a pearl belly button piercing and with her bald pubes only inches away from me, I saw she had another gold piercing at the top of her slit, as I fumbled with apparel, discretely holding my towel across my boobs, which made her laugh.
"I thought you said you'd try anything once." My friend teased.
As directed, I fastened my towel around me, and we walked to the steam room. Once inside it took a few seconds to focus my eyes, only to see two older grey-haired men sitting at one side of the small box room.
"I didn't know men would be here!" I hissed.
"Don't worry, it's only Fred and Johnny, they are harmless ... or at least that's what they want you to think." As she waved a greeting and then guided me to the bench opposite them. As we sat one of the men acknowledged her in a familiar way and asked who I was.
"She's a friend ... we go way back. This her first time in here, so behave."
"Oh." He seemed to think for a minute then looked at his friend, "does that mean we have to keep our towels on then?"
‘What the Hell????'
Grinning, Kira looked at my shell-shocked face and replied. "I guess that's for the best ... at least for today." Then stroked my arm.
It felt like a lifetime but was probably only ten minutes when the men stood up and as they walked to the door Fred's towel mysteriously unravelled exposing his penis which seemed to be poking out. Kira laughed and chided him as he re-fastened the towel.
"He's a sod, that Fred." She sighed as she undid her towel leaving her sitting naked next to me; "that's better." Then ran her fingers across her large boobs, which looked like they were no longer natural, wiping sweat off them; "you should try it. Take your towel off."
"What if someone comes in?" I asked, slightly panicking only for my friend to shrug her shoulders and close her eyes.
There was ‘something' in the way she looked at me told me this is what she wanted, so I began playing with the knot, then after counting to ten, opened my towel, baring my body to my friend and anyone who entered, but thankfully they didn't.
After a couple of minutes, I realised Kira was now actually caressing her boobs and her other hand had moved to her bald pubic area, then started stroking her clit and pussy.
"My God!" I accidentally gasped.
"Oh, come on ... it's not like you've never played with yourself!" She turned to face me, but didn't stop, "I always get horny in here ... especially having you here makes it worse." Then giggled.
"Not in public I haven't!" I retorted, fumbling with my towel, but she wagged a finger, stopping me covering my nakedness.
"There's a first time for everything." She mischievously grinned then added, "you did say you'd ‘try anything once' didn't' you?"
"Maybe I did, but I didn't mean anything like that!"
Kira just laughed then turned her body sideways and lifted a foot onto the bench, automatically spreading her legs, showing me her bright pink vagina, then she fingered herself while rubbing her clit.
"Show me how you do it?" She smiled. I shook my head. "Would it be better if I did it for you?"
Even in the hot steam room I felt a chill run down my spine as she leaned forward and pulled me to her and slid her arm over my shoulders, then cupped my boob and squeezed my nipple which was already quite puffy.
"Spread your legs." She panted before licking and suckling my nearest nipple while caressing the other boob.
In a moment of madness I did as she told me to and spread my legs. Still sucking and licking my boobs my oldest friend's hand stroked my hairy pubes then slowly slid two fingers across my pussy delicately spreading my labia.
I'd never ever dreamed or fantasised about doing anything like this with a woman and especially not my best friend in a public place!
Kira's fingers darted in and out of my pussy, making me wriggle on the edge of the bench and gasp for air especially when she flicked my swollen clit while really sucking hard on my tits.
"Squeeze my tits." She panted in between sucking mine. It wasn't easy but I obeyed her instruction and contorted myself until I could get both hands under her chest and milked her rubbery tits and shook them, they way I'd loved my husband doing to me.
I couldn't stop myself when she forced two fingers deep in my pussy and began violently fingering me while rubbing her palm against my clit ... I came even more loudly than in my bed the previous night, as I used my pelvic muscles to tighten around her fingers.
"Wow," she purred while slowly fingering me, "that sounded like you needed it."
I meekly nodded my head and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew was still fingering my pussy Kira leaned across and kissed me on the lips ... ever so gently, and as I didn't complain, more forcefully, eventually forcing her tongue into my mouth.
I was unconsciously reacting to her fingers by pushing onto them as I wriggled on the bench.
Breaking our kiss Kira huskily whispered, "Suck my tits." Then pulled my head to her chest and lay me on my side, one leg dangling off the bench and the other bent at the knee allowing her free access to my most private of places.
Without a second thought I slowly licked her sweaty breasts finally finding a thick rubbery nipple and suckled it like a baby.
"Oh fuck," she gasped holding my head in place while she forced a third finger into my tight pussy and began aggressively fingering me again.
As I cupped her tit and fed it into my mouth, I felt her palm rubbing against my clit again .... I'd never ever had two orgasms in such a short space of time, but Kira seemed to know exactly what she was doing and seconds later I felt my toes tingle and I began shaking as an intense orgasm overcame my senses leaving me gasping for air.
I lay in the afterglow with my eyes closed, then when I opened them, Kira was standing above me and theatrically sniffed her fingers like teenage boys did after fingering me thirty years previously, only they never licked my goo off them.
"We should go." Kira announced, "people to see, things to do ... you know how it is."
In a state of shock, I wrapped my towel around me then followed her into the changing room where 5 or 6 women were in various stages of undress, not giving a damn who was there.
At least two knew Kira and hugged her as a form of greeting even the one who was naked and one topless who was about 60 and also had gold rings in her nipples.
By the time she got to me I was already dressed, after hardly really drying myself.
On the other hand, my friend slowly and sensually dried herself standing right next to where I was sitting, making her massive boobs bounce then raising one foot at a time onto the bench flaunting her swollen pussy, which I could hardly take my eyes off.
We walked home barely saying a word as my mind was like a set of fireworks. When we got to Kira's house she smiled and took my arm; "Do you want to come in ... for a coffee?" I shyly shook my head but managed a thin smile.
"Are we okay?" She asked with a concerned look. I nodded my head. "Are you sure? Because you really seemed to enjoy it."
I considered my reply then simply nodded and smiled, "I did."
"Phew, that's a relief, I was worried that it might affect us ... you know?"
I smiled and shrugged, desperate to get away and gather my thoughts.
At home I made a cup of coffee and regretted giving up smoking some years before as I could hardly believe what I just done and let happen ... in a public space.
‘Surely Kira wasn't a lesbian? She has two sons; was I now a lesbian?' As I'd agreed I had enjoyed what she'd done to me ... possibly even too much, as sitting in my living room I had a distinct tingle between my legs again.
There was nothing else for it, so I went to the bathroom, quickly stripped off and got in the shower. It was so refreshing as the warm water ‘cleansed' me, but the tingle was still there.
With one foot raised on the seat I took the hose and sprayed my pussy; something I hadn't done for nearly thirty years, and I was still living at home. This only made things worse as I couldn't get images of Kira fingering me and me sucking her tits out of my head.
If I'm honest I was really just delaying my gratification as I washed my hair and soaped my body, concentrating on my tits, teasing my nipples like my friend had done less than an hour before ... then with soap suds and warm water cascading down my body I washed between my legs inadvertently sliding a finger into my hot slit, then a second but I couldn't replicate Kira's administrations until my eyes took in a body wash bottle and picked it up and all too easily slid it deep inside me like a sex toy, as fast as my slippery fingers could manage, then with my back to the wall fiercely I rubbed my clit as I fucked myself with the plastic bottle which filled me more than my husband ever had!
My third orgasm in an hour was every bit as wild as the ones Kira gave me ... so much so I lost control of my bladder and pissed all over the shower basin; even leaning back to see how high I could piss!
Panting like a bitch in heat and shaking with excitement I rinsed myself off and cleaned the basin.
Ten minutes later I was in my kitchen eating toast and drinking coffee over-thinking what had happened and even what I might have become, when my phone rang.
"Hi, it's me." Kira whispered, "are you sure we're, okay? You were very quiet on the walk back."
"So were you." I hastily retorted.
"I know ... but I got carried away and ...and..." she blustered.
"I know you did ... but it was .... Fucking amazing .... I fucking loved it!" I panted.
"Really?" My friend sounded astounded, probably by my confession and partly because she had never heard me swear in all the time we'd known each other.
"Yes ... really, it was a first that's for sure but I‘ve been thinking... never mind, I enjoyed it a lot ... a lot more than I guess I'd ever have thought I would." Then giggled.
Kira waited a few seconds, "Was that your first time?"
"Of course it was, I never cheated on Frank ...and even at Uni it never crossed my mind to go with a girl. But it obviously wasn't your first time; was it?"
"You don't know the half of it." She chuckled, "yes, it certainly wasn't my first time."
"I'm afraid a lot has happened since you moved away." Kira chuckled. "As long as we are okay ... I will tell you all about it next week ... you are still going to the classes, aren't you?"
"After today I wouldn't miss it!" I laughed then killed the call.
There was a definite spring in my step for the rest of the day, re-living my naughtiness in the steam room with my best friend and hoping we'd repeat it after the next session on Monday.
M daughter had been urging me to ‘move on' ... maybe even join a dating site, but I genuinely thought it too soon ... but now with my sexy best girlfriend being Bi ... or I presumed she must be, I had opened a whole new avenue.
Later that evening I was particularly horny and hunted out a life like vibrater my husband had bought me years ago on a trip to Amsterdam and loaded it with fresh batteries ....WOW!
I couldn't remember ever using it by myself, but I'd been missing out as it filled my pussy to the brim and the vibrations were almost pneumatic as I fucked myself ragged thinking about Kira and basically SEX, cumming again, just once .... But no matter how long I used it I couldn't cum again... perhaps five orgasms in one day would have to suffice.
As usual I drove to my sisters for dinner on Sunday and stayed until about six, when I returned home .... And found some girly porn to watch while fucking myself with my vibrater, losing track of time as it was nearly for two hours.
My husband and I had had a goodish sex life, but my husband was very conscious of having a small penis; maybe 4 inches when hard and the tension that caused made him prematurely ejaculate when inside me; hence his idea to use the vibrator when we had oral sex or my favourite a 69.
It was odd that I could probably have sucked his cock for hours and he wouldn't have cum but fucking me was completely different.
While it hadn't completely disappeared by the time we were under house arrest during the Covid lockdowns; but it had certainly diminished. Some days I did feel sexy, but Frank seemed to miss my hints; and I was too shy to demand sex, so pretty much went without for weeks on end.
After a while I noticed Frank was staying up much later than me ‘watching a film' that he would always name; to cover his tracks, but I was 99.95 sure was watching porn and masturbating ... the tissues in the kitchen bin were a hint.
Then feeling brave one night I top toed downstairs and caught him watching porn and avoided an argument by joining him on the sofa, removing my dressing gown to show I was naked underneath and moved his hand off his cock, and without a word began sucking his cock while he watched a series of women with two or three men at a time. I too flicked my eyes to the screen and was staggered at seeing what these women were prepared to do.
After maybe half an hour that night I let him cum on my tits, which really turned him on ... and me too I guess; as it became something of a regular thing, with me pretending to believe he was going to watch some classic film, then something like twice a week I'd come downstairs, sometimes in stockings and suck his cock and let him cum on my tits or accidentally (he thought) on my face.
On Sunday night I slept like a baby until my alarm went off at 8. I had a quick wash, as I'd shower after the gym, made a coffee and ate a slice of toast.
My stomach was churning with anticipation on the way to Kira's house. After ringing the bell, it was Malcolm who answered.
"Oh... hi." I gasped for some reason; "is she ready?"
"She certainly is." He grinned, "in you come sexy. She'll just be a minute." He used his bulky frame to block the door, so I had to squeeze past him, accidentally rubbing my tits over his stomach.
. As soon as I moved slightly ahead, he touched me inappropriately.
"Hey!" I squealed, "Stop that!" but didn't move an inch as his long thick fingers dug into the soft flesh of my arse.
"Just checking to see if you're wearing a thong again."
In the living room, I noticed he was wearing running tights and a sports t-shirt.
It was only as Kira appeared that he stopped touching me, but still leered, making my nipples tingle and stick out of my t-shirt.
We bade our farewells then linking arms, we were at the end of the path when Kira asked how much I'd enjoyed a woman fingering me.
I was reasonably honest, saying I'd liked it a lot ... but stopped at admitting how many times I'd played with myself!
"If the room's quiet, do you want me to do it again?" She whispered on the way in. I meekly smiled and nodded.
I could hardly concentrate, thinking about what we were going to do in the steam room .... And we did, even though there was a couple already there, who Kira obviously knew; which didn't stop my friend pawing my boobs and fingering me just as roughly as on Saturday, only this time having two people watching us only heightened my spirits, especially when she took the towel off the man and he had an erection that she sensually wanked, while watching me cumming twice and after some cajoling, fingering Kira while sucking her tits... but not enough to make her cum.
My heart was already racing, but when I heard the man gasping "faster, faster!" I thought I might explode just as his cock did, squirting spunk onto the woman's hand.
Again, I refused the offer of coffee on the way home, as somehow, I explained to myself that this was ‘steam room' thing only ... anything else would be far too naughty.
Over the next month we put on a ‘show' most visits, only a couple of times staying covered up, as there were either too many people in or one day, strangers who Kira didn't recognise.
I was now part of the gang on Friday nights, and at Kira's suggestion, dressing a lot smarter and ultimately sexier too, short skirts (with tights of course), tops that clung to my boobs and shirts that were a bit gauzy, exposing my bra and cleavage. I even started wearing underwear I'd nearly forgot about, especially my old thongs which I found very sexy to wear, especially when they became a bit uncomfortable rubbing between my cheeks as the night wore on.
I also treat myself to some sexy underwear too, nothing too racy, just from M&S, but by my standards very racy.
Alongside my new shorter hairstyle I began getting male attention, even though I still wore my wedding and engagement rings; but as Elsa told me; a lot of young men liked MILF's ... which I had to ask what it meant!
I soon came to love the attention, but ‘kept my hand on my ha'penny' as my Grandma would say .... Especially as I had my best girlfriend to satisfy my sexual urges ... but that was soon to change.
Obviously, Malcolm liked my transformation and continued teasing me when I arrived for our gym sessions and hugging me close when we met in the pub on Friday nights and got even more ‘handsy' in the taxis on the way home.
Even with his wife sitting on one side of him, he made no pretence of it being an accident when he stroked or squeezed my boobs and legs; and I nearly had to wrestle him off when I got out, always refusing to go back to their house for a nightcap again.
I now had a ‘spring in my step' which even Mr O'Connor one of the partners at work noticed, complimenting me on my new sense of style and my hair too, confirming it by running his hand across my shoulder.
Right from starting my job I'd liked him, quite fatherly in many ways; as he was about 60, short and stocky but not fat, but with a noticeable bald patch and visible paunch too, always immaculately dressed and groomed; making sure I was ‘happy at my job' and had everything I needed, plus arranging change of shifts when I needed them.
Kira and I had already been to the gym and steam room on the Monday and Wednesday, with people watching her finger me to orgasm each time and me trying to bring her off with my fingers but failing each time.
On the Friday visit Malc was wearing his running gear again when I arrived at the house and he squeezed my arse and caressed my tits without too much complaint from me now, but I wasn't prepared for him lifting his t-shirt to reveal a massive ... and I mean massive bulge!
"Oh shit!" I gasped.
"Look what you've done to me," he grinned.
"She has the same effect on me." Kira laughed, swinging her Pilates mat under her arm.
"I hope she's going to make it better." My friends husband leered as he gripped his erection through the nylon material.
"We haven't got time ... come on." She curled her finger for me to follow as she kissed her husband.
"My God.... What was that?" I giggled as we entered the park.
"It's huge, isn't it?" Kira smiled, "nearly nine inches when it's hard... and it gets hard most of the time."
"Shit." I sighed, picturing the bulge in my head, "nine inches? No way."
"Sure is ... and he knows how to use it too."
I shook my head in disbelief, but the bulge was real enough.
Our classes flashed by and as soon as we got in the steam room, I took my towel off straight away as did Kira, oblivious Fred and Johnny on the other side, who both dropped their towels as Kira kissed me and began fingering me. I was now really getting off on having an audience when Kira fingered me to orgasm, loving the look on the men's (and sometimes women's) faces while they invariably masturbated too ... as these men were doing.
After my orgasm I was getting my breath back when Kira shuffled along until she was sitting in the corner and placed her feet on the bench then spread them wide apart, then with two fingers separating her fleshy petals, she curled her finger to beckon me to her, as I approached she pointed to the floor, "get on your knees and lick my cunt."
She'd never suggested anything like this before, but I complied, kneeling before her.
"Kiss my cunt." She instructed. I looked into her eyes, then over my shoulder to see both men grinning while stroking their cocks.
"Kiss it ... kiss my cunt." Her voice sounded very authoritative, and I meekly complied, kissing the gold ring at the top first, then after taking a deep breath, kissing inside her folds from top to bottom and back, "now lick it."
I'd loved being licked by my husband so tried to replicate those actions by flicking my tongue across her gash as she held it open, then long lingering strokes which made her wriggle and sigh ... showing me I was doing it right.
Her vagina was very sticky with thick juices and tasted sweeter than I'd ever have guessed and was soon ‘getting into it' as my licking and sucking reached her clit which made her gasp and push against my face and grab my hair pulling me onto her.
"Finger me ... finger me." She panted and I slightly moved my head and easily slid my middle finger into her pussy, and knowing what I liked, pressed down on the membrane really hard while flicking my tongue over her clit.
"Yes, yes ... oh fuck... YES!" She groaned while tensing up, "Yes ... yes ... YESSS! That's so fucking good!" I was so happy at having finally made her cum, feeling dirty but very proud with myself.
As I slowly licked the outside of her pussy on her comedown, I got a shock when some liquid hit my face, and when I made to ask what she was doing, more went into my mouth, it wasn't much really, and I presumed it was piss ... but at that moment didn't care one iota ... I just wanted to please her sexually.
"Clean it up." She panted and pulled my face to her pussy. Sensing the men were standing beside me I submitted, licking and slurping quite theatrically.
"That'll do." Kira panted, then to the men .... "You can cum on her tits ... but not her pretty face."
"Thank you." One man replied as I sat back on my heels and slightly turned my chest as the first one stepped closer and quickly unloaded his junk onto my tits; not a lot compared to what I'd seen in the porn films, but about the same as my husband had used to deposit.
The second man placed a foot on the bench and began rubbing furiously until he came with a grunt and a dollop landed on my tit, followed by more which oozed out as he rubbed the tip over my 34b's.
I was stunned and looked to Kira, who was simply grinning at my predicament.
"Leave it there .... Wash it off when you get home." She told me quite firmly.
The men ‘thanked' Kira then left the steam room patting each other on the back.
Kira stood up and fastened her towel around herself, but I was still on my knees staring at the cum on my tits, wondering what had just happened.
"Pick your towel up... but carry it." Her voice was cold but her eyes twinkled, as I followed her, buck naked down the short corridor with cum running down my tits, to the changing rooms.
There were a few women already in the changing room, but only a couple noticed us; saying "Hi" then one noticed the goo on my tits, then turned to wink at my friend, then stroke my pubes with a long finger.
I was embarrassed beyond belief as I pulled my pants up and some cum dripped off my tit, and again when I put my bra on, making no attempt to clean it off, which made two young women giggle behind their hands, but Kira gave them a ‘stern' look and they apologised ... to my friend but not me.
On the way home Kira never mentioned what she was making me do or the fact that she had ‘let' the men abuse me ... and I didn't either. At one stage she recived a text message that made her smile, then chuckle as she relied to it.
At her door I was expecting to be asked in as usual, but she didn't which disappointed me.
"Oh," she seemed to remember something, "Malc wants you to wear stocking and suspenders tonight; so, don't be playing with yourself before we see you at 7." Then closed the door in my face.
I was staggered and, in a daze, as I made the last part of my journey. In my kitchen I made a coffee and again regretted giving up smoking contemplating what I'd just done and ... hopefully might happen that evening.
As instructed, I kept my fingers to myself all day, regardless of how horny I was, especially when I was buying some new underwear and stockings ... I looked at some seamed ones; but didn't have the nerve so bought some American Tan 10 denier high shine stockings, which would pair with my new white suspender belt and thong.
I arrived at Malc and Kira's house as commanded at 7. Malc opened the door and grinned at me, ushering me in while blocking the door as usual, meaning I had to squeeze past him, pressing my tits against his stomach.
My chest was heaving, and I felt my nipples poking through my new lacy bra and thin shirt.
"looking good," Malc grinned, "very sexy .... Have you done what Kira told you?"
"Yes," I smiled.
"Show me then."
I took a deep breath, then looked around to see Kira walking in from the kitchen and stopped.
"He told you to do something, didn't he? Do it."
I shuddered at the tone of her voice but took hold of my knee length pleated skirt and slowly raised it to my chest, exposing my stocking tops, suspender belt and tiny thong that didn't cover my pubes which were sticking out each side and the top too.
My heart was racing and my pulse pumping as Malc indicated for me to turn around, by swivelling his finger. I complied without uttering a word, showing my best friends my arse cheeks separated by the white lace of my thong.
"Just what the doctor ordered." Malc laughed, stroking his dick through his tight jeans, "your turn now," he directed at his wife, who grinned at me and complied, showing a pair of black nylons with red lacy welts and a six strap suspender belt with a matching pair of black and red knickers through which you could see her bare slit.
A car horn blared and Malc shook his head and looked disappointed," never mind ladies, but the night is still young ... see you later my beauties."
As the door closed Kira stepped in front of me then leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth ... I reciprocated just as forcefully; then she pushed her hand up my skirt and stroked my kitty through my knickers, then eased them to one side and forcefully fingered me with two well-manicured digits, scraping her long nails across my tender insides which made my dizzy with excitement as she pushed me against the wall.
My mind was a million miles away when a car horn tooted telling us our taxi was waiting.
"Time to go my sweet." Kira winked then pushed her sticky fingers into my mouth, where I licked my juices off for her entertainment.
As usual we had a great couple of hours with her/our friends; drinking heavily and generally having a good time; but my heart skipped a beat every time Kira looked at me with her sparkling green eyes ... making me wonder what else the night had in store.
Eventually, and it couldn't arrive quickly enough until we met Malc and his crowd in the Golden Cock pub.
My heart was thumping as we made our way to the bar and his eyes locked on mine. As usual when we joined them, he pulled me too him, kissed me on the head and wrapped his arm around me.
I presumed that those who knew us presumed he was ‘taking care of' and ‘protecting' his best friend's widow from predators.
The conversation got a bit racy as one of his divorced friends was now seeing a woman in her twenties and Dominic left very little to the imagination when alluding to her skills in the bedroom.
An hour and a half later we were all hugging and kissing as we waited for taxis to take us to our various homes; and tonight at last I knew I was ‘giving in' and going home with Malc and Kira.
The journey lasted less than 15 minutes but he still managed to get his massive hand inside my low cut shirt and grope my tit and then slide a hand up my skirt to stroke my thighs at the top of my stockings then my pubic area as Kira made conversation with the driver.
Once inside the house the atmosphere was electric, but it was soon apparent they had a joint plan for me ... and one that would take some time.
Malc slumped into his favourite armchair as Kira went into the kitchen to get some drinks, and I nervously sat on the sofa.
After taking a sip of his whisky, Malc crossed his legs and grinned at me; "Stand up." I looked at Kira who was smiling and sipping her wine. I put my glass on the coffee table and stood up.
He simply curled his finger and pointed to a spot in front of him. I tamely complied, standing shaking in front of my departed husband's best friend.
"Take your clothes off." He instructed.
I nodded and began unbuttoning my shirt, then dropped it on the floor then, with trembling fingers unzipped my skirt, and while panting for breath let it fall to the floor where I pushed it to one side with my foot.
As I automatically went to unclip my bra, he wagged a finger and shook his head.
I could barely breath as he moved to the edge of his seat and with his glass in one hand caressed my nylon covered legs and panties with the other. I didn't know what to do so placed my hands on my hips as his pressure increased with his hands.
With his massive hand cupping me between my legs making me gasp, he motioned with his other hand for me to spread my legs ... which I did, allowing him to squeeze my pussy through my panties and run his middle finger along my slit, pressing it in the groove.
"Nicely wet" he laughed. "Turn around."
Panting for breath, I did as directed, only to see Kira sitting opposite in her underwear with one leg slung over the arm of her chair, stroking her pussy through her sexy panties and sipping her wine.
Malc stroked my arse and between my legs, making me excitedly tremble.
"Come back here and sit on my knee."
I shuffled back until I felt his knees against my legs and slowly lowered myself onto his lap, rolling my hips until I was comfortable.
"Mmmmm that feels good." He whispered as he cupped my bra covered breasts making me sigh, "now make my cock nice and hard."
I looked over to see Kira now had her knickers around her knees and was gently fingering herself making the gold ring bounce in time to her stroking.
Without unclipping it, Malc pulled my bra off over my outstretched arms and head, then returned to stroking my tits as I wriggled on his lap, until I could feel his cock begin to swell between my buttocks.
In many ways this was crazy, but there was something deeply erotic about the way they spoke and treated me recently, that made me want to please them sexually in any way they pleased.
Malc grabbed my hips and began physically rubbing me along his jeans encased cock, making me bite my lip with anticipation.
" Now it's time to show me what you and my wife get up to when I'm not around."
He knew?
Of course he knew!
Malc pushed me upwards and I wordlessly sashayed across the living room and collapsed to my knees in front of Kira who had removed her bra and knickers and had placed her leg over the chair arm again.
"Do it, lick my cunt you dirty fucker." She whispered.
I looked over my shoulders to see Malc sipping his whisky and grinning like a potentate with his phone in his hand, filming us.
As requested, I began kissing Kira's pussy, which was already as wet as ever, then flicking the gold ring with my tongue before flashing my tongue from top to bottom, taking my time on her clit and for some reason became fascinated with her puckered arse hole which I'd not done before, alternating between gentle licks and forceful impetuses which made my friend moan. As I licked her, I raised one hand so I could play with her tits and the gold bars through her nipples; making her moan and gasp even louder.
Knowing Malc was watching me was even more exciting than when the strangers had watched in the steam room.
"What else do you do to make her cum?" he cackled as he knelt beside us, phone in hand.
I knew what he wanted, so manoeuvred until I could get two fingers into her sticky pussy and recommence licking my best friend who was now writhing on the chair, one hand on the back of my head forcing herself onto my face.
"That's it .... More fingers" I heard her murmur, "four ... four fingers ... I can take it."
"Yes ... yes!" Kira purred as I pressed my fingers together and pushed them into the entrance to her pussy.
With Malcolm filming us I roughly fisted my friend, until I was in past my knuckles, faster and faster I pressed as I ferociously licked her clit.
Kira was now bouncing on the armchair, grunting and growling .... "yes... yes... yes... harder you dirty fucker.... Harder!"
My arm was aching but I persevered until I felt her tense up as my tongue flew over her engorged clit .... "YES!" She squealed .... "Oh FUCKKKKKK!"
As I pulled my hand out Kira squirted on my face again, and it took a couple of seconds for me to open my mouth to accept the dregs, as whatever it was dripped of my face.
"Jesus wept!" Her husband cackled as I rolled onto my side gulping in air and wiping my eyes, "That was hornier than you'd described." He told his wife.
"I know, it was her best yet."
"You must have done that before." He grinned.
I smiled and shook my head as he stood up and pulled his jeans and pants off, revealing his huge cock pointing directly at me.
"My turn now." He leered, with his hands on his hips and waggled his cock from side to side.
I raised myself to my knees and shuffled the short distance to him. As I ran my fingernail down the length, I say he had two small gold bars on a u-shaped thing at the base of his shaft, and an odd lump under his foreskin.
By now I had my fingers wrapped around the girth and was kissing my best friend's husband's cock.
"Suck it .... Go on, fill your mouth." He grunted as he made it twitch. I slowly pulled his foreskin back to see a thick gold ring where his knob joined the shaft.
I looked up and smiled while raising my eyebrows, then covered his knob with my mouth instantly sucking and licking it with enthusiasm, while wanking his stiff rod at the same time.
Unlike my husband's Malc's cock was far too big to get even half into my mouth, especially in this position; but I loved kneeling submissively sucking his cock while his wife sat a couple of feet away drinking wine and stroking her kitty watching us.
Still tugging on his cock, I went back to licking it with my salivating tongue, all the way down to his hairless balls, taking them in my mouth one at a time, trying to suck them out of the gnarly bag.
"Suck it .... Properly .... Suck my cock you horny bitch." He mumbled and I did, gladly ... filling my mouth with as much cock as possible while sucking and licking his fearsome knob.
Soon my mouth was full of saliva, and I could feel it running down my chin as I ran my fingers beneath his balls and tickled his arsehole, like I'd read about ... but never done before, making him shudder.
"No wonder Frankie wanted to keep her to himself." Malc laughed towards Kira, "Did you know she was this dirty?"
Kira grinned and shook her hard. "It's always the quiet ones that surprise you, isn't it? I always thought she was a shy little wallflower."
I registered what they'd said but kept concentrating on pleasing his huge cock, one hand stroking the length, the other juggling his balls while I sucked and licked his velvety bell end.
Malc was soon playing with my tits; gently and sensitively at first ... then tougher, slapping them and squeezing my stiff nipples making me wince, but nothing was going to stop me sucking his cock .... Nothing.
"She's going to make a lovely ‘pet' don't you think?" Malc turned to Kira while stretching my nipple, which brought tears to my eyes, "I think she'll be a great find ... kinky? Or at least we can teach her."
" think so too ...it's not often you find someone who likes cock as much as cunt, is there?
Kira was now kneeling beside me, licking my nipples and stroking my arse after pulling my knickers down to my knees as I had her husbands' cockhead touching my tonsils.
Kira's fingers soon found their way between my legs and at least two easily slid inside my pussy.
"She's dripping on the fucking rug, she's so turned on!" my friend laughed as she began jabbing her fingers up and down, making me suck harder on Malc's cock.
"I think I need to fuck her then." Malc grunted, slowly pulling his cock out of my mouth, which hung open as I gulped in air.
Kira rolled me onto my back and rolled my knickers down my legs and through them onto the sofa.
"See," she beamed as she held my legs apart, "I told you how hairy she was .... It makes a nice change, doesn't it?"
"Fucking hell! It's a good job sucking my cock turned her on so much or I wouldn't be able to see the target." They both laughed then kissed as they both ran fingers through my luxurious bush as I spread my legs for them.
Kira shuffled to one side leaving Malc, still filming on his phone, to kneel between my legs lazily stroking his cock while caressing my nylons with a leer on his face.
"Tell me what you want me to do." He barked.
I looked to Kira who was playing with herself, "fuck me ... fuck me." I whispered.
With a grin on his face, he lined his cock up against my pulsating slit, then ever so slowly slid it in, the gold ring feeling weird as it touched my flesh; and inch after manly inch stretched my vagina walls in ways I never thought possibly.
I merely closed my eyes and whimpered as he filled me right up to the hilt and the large gold studs brushed against my clit, making me sigh.
With one hand working in her pussy and the other one squeezing and slapping my tits, Kira kissed her husband as he began fucking me harder and faster ... all 8 or 9 inches coming out to my opening then frantically back in hitting my cervix then repeatedly, as I squealed and groaned with delight.
Sex with my husband had been good, if a bit disappointing because of how quickly it was all over, and I'd always guessed that there was sex like this ... somewhere ... but how was I to know that it was so close to home?
I opened my eyes when I realised Kira was now filming everything and straddling my face, lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth and nose.
I could barely move as she began grinding herself over my face while her husband regained his strength and began forcefully fucking me again, the gold ring digging into my pussy walls sending me into orbit.
By now I'd pulled my legs back to accommodate Malc, but had to let go of one to hold onto Kira; but Malc grabbed my ankle and pushed it back further than I'd ever imagined it could go, until my toes were level with my boobs; meaning his cock felt it was going even deeper into my body ... and I swear at one stage I looked down and saw my stomach had swollen into the shape of his cock!
My brain was exploding like a fireworks display as Kira's pussy dripped into my mouth as I desperately tried to lick her ... but could barely concentrate as Malc was fucking me ever more fiercely ... then, still holding my leg bent double he quickly pulled his cock out at the same time Kira slid off my face backwards.
"Do it!" she shouted, "Do it! Cum on her face .... Cum on her FUCKING face!"
Malc moved forward excitedly wanking his long shiny cock with a screwed up ‘cum face' ... until the first stream of cum flew out and landed across my mouth and nose, followed by another burst that landed on my tits.
As I was gasping for air Kira had moved around and was now squeezing the last of Malc's jizz towards my mouth, which I accidentally accepted as she filmed me.
"Fucking Hell!" Malc wheezed, "I've waited fucking years for that."
"That looked amazing." Kira chuckled then kissed her husband, "look at how much you've stretched her cunt!"
"Jesus! I can nearly see her tonsils." He laughed as she put two fingers inside and stretched my pussy even further, then they kissed again.
My breath back in order I began frigging my clit as I ran a finger through the sperm running down my face and licking my fingers. It didn't take me long until I had my own intense orgasm, which made me curl into a ball.
When I recovered Kira was sucking my juices off Malc's cock, making excited slurping sounds.
I was finished, the drink and the wild sex had worn me out but Kira and Malc seemed to be able to go on all night .... After handing me Malc's phone, they lasted another half hour or more fucking and sucking next to me ... and at one stage even across me. So I could get a close up of his cock in her pussy.
Eventually they had to give in too, flopping either side of me, wheezing and panting.
"Be a good girl and get us some drinks." Malc panted poking my tit, "beer for me and a wine for Kira."
I stood up and leaned forward, with my arse pointing to him as I straightened my stockings, presuming and hoping he could see my pussy ... something I'd fantasized about doing since the early days of my marriage, but never had the nerve.
When I returned, they were sitting together on the sofa, making no attempt to cover their genitals. I placed their drinks on the coffee table, then feeling ever so sexy, sat opposite with my legs curled beneath me, but slightly raised to show my enlarged pussy, while gulping at my own wine loving the fact that they were looking at me.
"Enjoy that?" Kira asked.
Lost for words, I smiled and nodded.
Grabbing his long flaccid cock Malc cackled; "I've waited years to fuck you and you were hornier than I'd have guessed .... So fucking good."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
The looked at each other, before Kira told her husband, "Tell her ... you might as well tell her everything, you know she'll be back."
Malc took a swig of beer, "We ‘swing' you know?" I was shocked but nodded. "We started back when we lived next door to you, with a few ‘special friends' from ... well... around and about. I always wanted to invite you and Frank, you've always been a sexy minx in my eyes."
I blushed but let him go on.
"We had parties every month or so ... our house and at friend's houses too. The groups got bigger over the years ...."
"And kinkier." Kira laughed.
"Yes; kinkier ... so ... when you moved back, I spoke to Frank about joining us." He looked across to see my stunned reaction, he then looked at his wife who nodded for him to continue. "He was ... intrigued, but insisted you wouldn't be.
We invited him to a couple of parties ... don't worry, he just stood around watching ... never really getting involved, which was a shame, cos I thought if he did he'd invite you along." Then Malc winked.
"I had no idea." I gasped.
"If you had?" Kira asked.
Shrugging my shoulders, I muttered "Maybe ... if Frank had wanted to ... possibly." I was being honest maybe I would have liked to try something new with him, especially with people I trusted.
"Well," Malc winked again, "we've got a party in two weeks a sex party... are you interested?"
I took a sip of wine, and nodded ... "but what happens there?"
"Whatever you want to happen." Kira grinned.
"Kira only goes with other women at the parties," Malcolm smirked, "but there's a lot two or three women can get up to. Me? I'll fuck anything with a pulse ... don't take that the wrong way ... you're special ... honest, I've wanted to fuck you for years." I looked away, blushing. "I had no idea."
"Really?"
I shrugged and smiled.
"The others, it's no holds barred, there'll be 15/ 18 people there? 19 with you?" he looked at his wife for confirmation, she nodded agreement. "All couples apart from you ... we have a drink to relax then about 10 the lights go down and we usually put a film on... one we took at the last party probably; maybe even the one we took tonight when I edit it."
Shocked, I put my hand to my mouth .... Shit! The sudden thought of other people seeing the wild things I'd just done with my friends terrified me and sent my pulse racing.
"I know a couple of guys who will love seeing it ... they fancy the pants off you too!"
"Oh my god!" I gasped, "You've talked about me with other men ... about ... you know?!"
He winked again; "Most think I was already fucking you ... but not sharing; you'll be very popular ... trust me ... no fantasy left out, I guess. Threesomes, gang bangs ... some girls too want to get in your knickers ... everything you've every wanted to do when you are frigging yourself to sleep. Interested?"
I genuinely didn't know what to say; but sort of trusted Malc and Kira to keep me safe if I did choose to go.
As we finished our drinks, I realised it was nearly 2am, so went to the bathroom to pee and clean Malcolm's jizz off me, then returned to the living room and gathered my clothes. Undressing in front of them had been erotic and sexy, but getting dressed was a different story, I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and soiled so turned away from my friends as I pulled my knickers up and fastened my bra then my skirt and blouse but still feeling a touch mischievous sexily straightened my stockings for the walk home.
When I turned to face them Malc was dressed too and insisted he walk me home. As usual he placed his arm around my shoulder so must have looked like star struck teenagers as we made our way in silence for a few minutes.
"That was fun." Malc squeezed my shoulders, "you seemed to really get into it, fun too?"
"Yes." I whispered, "it was that ... and then some."
"Good."
"You said .... Something ... about..." I deliberated on how to explain myself, "about parties and me ... how much ... you know."
Malc squeezed my shoulder, "Don't worry ... it's just sex ... and fun ... no more no less. Nobody falls in love ... nobody has an affair ... it's all out in the open everybody's partner knows what the other is getting up to ... if it's like you and Kira, she was expected to tell me what she had planned .... And she did." He stopped and smiled at me. "Sometimes people come along like Frank ... and it's not for them, nobody falls out ... life goes on ... the door's always open. Like I said ... it is just sex ... lots of it, fantasy stuff sometimes ... well regularly, but just sex and fun."
By then I was at my door, Malc watched me unlock it and step inside, "I ... we... would love you to join in ... whenever you want ... but it's up to you. It could be just me and Kira but the parties are amazing. Let Kira know."
My heart was racing at the prospect of more amazing sex with him and his wife, but sex parties? I needed to do some research.
"Thanks; I'll certainly think about it." I smiled.
"Oh, one last thing," he remembered as he turned away, "how about one last look at your knickers and stocking tops?"
"Cheeky sod!" I laughed, then looked around the street, before lifting my skirt up to my waist.
"Pull your knickers down." He winked saucily, and of course I complied.
My mind was racing at the thought of what I'd done with my best friends and why; they way they ‘commanded me' to do things had really turned me on, and the sex was completely mind blowing .... And there was the prospect of me being at their sex parties too!
TBC
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