Rose, New Beginnings

Rose never had a clue that her husband, Graham, wanted to share her. Although she admitted that once it happened, she recalled some instances that should have made her ask some questions. But she had a very sheltered upbringing and was naïve about the interests and fantasies others might harbour.

She had met Graham at a friend's party in the late 1980s. She was training to be a nurse and living in the nurses' hostel. They hit it off and, within weeks, talked about getting married. But men not being allowed in the nurses' hostel and his boarding with a very religious couple meant it was almost six months before they first slept together. It happened on a weekend in Blackpool, where they hardly left the bedroom for two days.

After that first time, Graham questioned her about other men she had slept with and couldn't believe that he was her first. Astounded, he had asked if she was sorry she had never slept with another man and pressed her hard as to whether she wanted to sleep with another before they wed. Maybe she should have twigged then, especially when Graham said he would not mind if she did. But something like that was so far outside her life experience that she automatically shut her mind to what he was intimating.

Their sex life had been good in those early years, but once the children came along, like most marriages, their sex life became routine and slowed to a dribble. They each had their side of the bed and seldom crossed over to the other's territory. They had become good friends and roommates.

Occasionally, Graham pressed her to do some outlandish acts, and as she thought convention required, she acted horrified and turned her back on his more extreme suggestions.

Once the children flew the roost, the divide that had grown between Graham and Rose was exposed. Rose went back to work. She had no trouble getting a job back at her old hospital. But as much had changed in the sixteen years she'd left the profession, June, a senior nurse, was assigned her as a mentor to bring her up to date with current practices.

June was older than Rose, but they got on famously and began meeting up on their days off. One day, June challenged Rose to a game of squash. Being eight years younger, Rose thought she would run rings around her friend. But the older woman thrashed her, and over a coffee, June convinced her to join her cross-fit gym and get herself back in shape. Rose shed some unwanted pounds in the following weeks and began to feel good about herself. She began updating her wardrobe with clothes she would have never worn previously.

June had been divorced for almost two years and was dating again. When they met away from the hospital, June loved to tell her raunchy stories about what she got up to on her dates. These had Rose re-evaluating her judgmental beliefs about sex. June was incredibly sexually active and, over a coffee, one day bragged she had dated three men that week and slept with two of them. The only reason she hadn't slept with the third was she really fancied the guy, who was a real catch.

When Rose asked what that had to do with anything, June explained, "All men love a slut, but they don't marry sluts. Well, not many do. So, I want to hold out and see how serious Max is. Maybe, heaven forbid, I'm ready to marry again."

June's stories, and those she heard the young nurses talking about on their breaks, had Rose contemplating how bland her and Graham's marriage had become. Realising that she and Graham needed to make time to work on their relationship, she began sharing some of June's stories with Graham. They began to talk about their sex life and agreed they should try to inject some passion back into their life. Graham pushed her to give him more details about what June had gotten up to the night before. Rose was very reluctant to rat out her friend but gave a brief account of June's having sex in a restaurant's toilet with a guy she had only met that night. Graham unzipped his trousers and began playing with himself. Rose was shocked but turned on, and when Graham saw this, he took her to bed and opened his notebook at a website he belonged to. He got her to read an erotic story out to him, while he began playing with himself again.

Halfway through, Graham dragged her into a top and tail position, and they mutually brought each other off. Afterwards, Rose collapsed beside Graham and closed her eyes, intending to go to sleep. But Graham began reading the rest of the story to her, and as he read, she found herself getting horny again. They had the fuck of a lifetime. Rose was sure that was the first time she had climaxed twice in a night, and couldn't wait to tell June about it the next day.

In the following weeks, Rose read various stories from the site. And any she liked, she re-read with Graham, which always led to heated sex, usually with them playing out the scenario from the story. Her favourite stories were exhibitionist, voyeur, or reluctance. Whereas Graham always chose threesomes, group sex, or loving wives. These were much harder to re-enact, and that was when she learned that Graham wanted to watch her with another man. They discussed finding someone at length, but she knew she could never let that happen, and although it upset her to see his disappointment, Rose was adamant she could never go with another man.

One of the more out there adventures occurred when Rose related overhearing a young nurse tell her friend about letting her boyfriend fuck her in the arse and how much she had enjoyed it. She let Graham pop her anal cherry that night, and surprisingly, she rather enjoyed the experience.

Another day, they had gone to the park for a picnic. Graham wouldn't let her wear any knickers, and she let him frig her off with people walking past. It was a cold day. Graham sat with his back to a tree. She sat between his legs and leaned back into him. They covered themselves with a car rug, and he lifted her dress to her waist. With one hand fondling a breast, his other hand frigged her pussy until she came. Many people were walking past, and one man looked directly at her as she came. She whipped her legs wide apart, hoping the rug might lift and let him see what was happening. But, disappointedly, he showed no reaction and carried on past. Still, it turned her on so much that they hurried home and made love on the kitchen table. It was a revelation to them both that she was an exhibitionist, and after that, Graham would frequently look for situations to exploit her newfound passion.

Over the summer months, they took weekend breaks away to the coast. With Rose working, they had the money to splurge on these adventures. One weekend, they went to Cornwall and found a spot to skinny dip in the surf.

Another weekend, they returned to Blackpool and booked the room where they had first made love. After dinner on a Saturday night, Graham had lured her out onto the balcony, wearing nothing but her blouse. He had bent her over the railing and taken her from behind. People were walking on the street below them, and even though if they had looked up, they would have seen little more than her head and shoulders, the experience brought on an intense, fast orgasm. The experience got even better in that Graham did not come and continued to fuck her. Just when she was about to come for the second time, they heard a door open and found the businessman from the next room stepping out onto his balcony to have a fag. With a squeal of embarrassment, Rose dragged Graham back into their room. Getting caught turned her on more than she ever imagined, and she rolled Graham onto his back and rode him until they both exploded.

Afterwards, Graham threatened to knock on the guy's door and fetch him back to fuck her. She abjectly refused. He gave up only when she convinced him she would lock him out in the corridor if he left the room.

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In October, the Liverpool vs. Chelsea match was on at Anfield. They had been to many of Liverpool's games over the years, as Anfield was within walking distance from their home. Graham had tried to get some tickets, but they were sold out within minutes of going on sale, so, disappointedly, they resigned themselves to watching the game at home.

However, the week before the match, Graham came home and said his mate, Bruce, had invited them to his place to watch the game with some of his friends. Rose was not over the moon about this as she knew she'd be seated next to Bruce's wife, Maureen. And she knew that Maureen, not at all interested in football, would talk through the game. Graham convinced Rose to go, saying he would sit with her and not let Maureen interrupt the game. He also told her that Bruce had a new 85" TV and would be ordering Pizza afterwards so that they could make a night of it.

Bruce was Graham's best mate, but they didn't often go out with the couple, as Bruce's wife was a bit aloof. She had some fancy job in the city and looked down on all the other wives. Also, Rose was always wary of Bruce. She liked him, maybe even fancied him a little, but he was always so forward with her and said shocking things to make her blush. And Rose ensured she never got caught alone with him, as he was very free with his hands. He had given her bum and her tit a quick squeeze on many occasions over the years. She had stopped getting upset about his behaviour, as when she reacted, he just roared with laughter. And when she complained to Graham, he laughed as hard as Bruce had and said he wished he'd seen him.

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The morning of the game, Rose booked into her hairdresser's to have her hair done and put aside her favourite skirt and blouse to wear. She wanted to dress up and show off her new trim gym figure, having noted that Maureen had gained weight over the winter.

Rose knew she was being a bitch, but didn't care. She'd often heard Maureen's scathing remarks about other wives and was sure the snobby bitch had slagged her plenty of times in the years when they didn't have the money to splurge on new clothes, etc.

The game was on the TV at 3:00 in the afternoon, so they decided to head over to Bruce's place at 2:00. Rose spent the last hour getting herself ready. Graham sat on the bed, making suggestive comments and pushing her to wear no panties to the game. When she slipped her jeans off to put on her best clothes, he tried to get her onto the bed for a quickie. Rose fought him off and kicked him out of the room.

But feeling aroused by his attentions, she went to her underwear drawer and pulled out a crotchless panty set Graham had bought her some weeks before. She stripped and donned each steamy piece, excited by the thought of him finding what she had dared to wear amongst their friends when they returned home later that night.

She threw a coat over her shoulder, knowing it would be dark when they returned home. It was a short walk to Bruce's house. He lived one street away, but they didn't need to walk around the block as they had a shortcut through their back fence onto Bruce's street.

Bruce met them at the door and, as usual, flirted, told her she was beautiful, and thanked her for getting dressed up, especially for him. He led them down to his basement games room. She'd been down there at several of his parties, but saw the room had recently been renovated. Half the room was carpeted now, and a sofa and armchairs were set out in front of his new TV. The other half was much the same, just freshly painted, but the bar looked to be new.

Three men were seated with beers in their hands. She knew none of them, and as they rose to welcome her, she noticed no other women present. Rose chided herself for not asking who was coming. She had naturally assumed it would be their usual group of friends.

Rose turned to Bruce, "Where is Maureen?"

"You know she hates football. She's visiting a work college and wants me to phone her when everybody has left."

Bruce began introducing her to the three men, telling her they were guys he played darts with at their local. Graham left for the kitchen, saying he'd get them a drink. Rose saw the look he gave the men and realised he knew them all and had known there would not be any other women present.

Before she could fully compute this, Joe, a fifty-year-old construction worker, stood and shook her hand. He was a stocky, rugged individual, but he gave her a warm smile and commented on Bruce having told them all how beautiful she was. His accent told her he was South African. Then Joe leaned in and growled in her ear that Bruce's description hadn't done her justice. She knew he was all bullshit but was flattered by his compliments, which somewhat dulled down her annoyance with Graham.

The second to take her hand was a Jamaican guy called Zak. He kissed her fingers and murmured how stunning she looked. She felt a twinge of excitement when his lips brushed against her hand, the contrast in their skin colours making her slightly embarrassed. The third guy was introduced as Neil, a handsome blond guy who was the youngest of them all. She would find out later that he was twenty-eight, so twelve years younger than her. She had initially thought he was younger.

Bruce motioned for her to join him on the couch, and she sat very cautiously, keeping her legs together and holding the hem of her skirt, mortified that one of the men would catch a glimpse of her crotchless panties. She felt herself getting wet. Graham, you bastard, Rose muttered to herself. She would have worn jeans and a T-shirt if she'd known Maureen would not be present.

Graham returned from the kitchen with a beer and handed her a Gin and Tonic. She gave him a filthy look, but he just grinned at her. The G&T was strong, and Rose briefly thought he was trying to get her drunk. But even then, she didn't have an inkling the guys might have had ulterior motives.

Rose joined in the conversation in the lead-up. All were impressed by Rose's knowledge of the players and quickly accepted her as one of the boys. Once the game kicked off, the atmosphere became more boisterous. The usual banter was being thrown around about how useless so-and-so was. Some of it was pretty crude, helped by the drink, they were all knocking back. But nothing she hadn't heard a million times before.

During an injury break, Bruce got up and came back with more drinks. Rose's G&T was even stronger. She complained and asked for more tonic, but Bruce just waved her off, saying it would put hairs on her chest, and if she couldn't handle it, there was plenty of tonic in the kitchen. She knew if she stood, she'd likely expose her spicy knickers and that Bruce would grab her arse. So she stayed where she was, took a sip, and turned her attention back to the game.

Halftime came. Liverpool was ahead, so everyone was buzzing. Joe and Graham went to use the loo. Bruce told Rose it was her turn to fetch the beers, and he would come and help her.

"I'm not going near the kitchen with you, nor having another of your over-strength concoctions." She snapped.

Zak jumped up and said he would help her. He held out his hand to pull her up from the couch. Zak made Rose scull the last of her G&T in the kitchen, saying he only filled empties. He told her to get five beers from the fridge while he mixed her a new one. With the beers in hand, she watched him mix her drink. She was pleased to see he had only put a small amount of Gin in the glass and asked if that was enough. She nodded and made a comment about one of the players who missed a pass. Grinning, Zak waved a finger at her, "You mustn't put my favourite player down."

The size of his forefinger brought an image of the huge black guy in the video she and Graham had watched the week before. And she inadvertently looked down at Zak's crotch to check out his bulge. He caught her looking, and she tried to stammer out an apology.

"It's Okay," he laughed. "Lots of ladies check me out to see if the stereotype fits. I won't tell the others if you don't mention that I've been perving on your sweet titties all afternoon."

Rose was embarrassed. But Zak tapped his nose and said they were co-conspirators and would look after one another. She followed him into the lounge, feeling warm and elated. She realised she needed to slow down on the drink as she was probably on the way to getting drunk.

The second half kicked off, and she was so engrossed in the game that it took a minute to realise Graham had cupped her right breast and was gently kneading her nipple. She pushed his hand away, but he moved it back, whispering in her ear that no one was watching. But Bruce was, and he whispered for Rose to show him her jugs.

This time, when she tried to push Graham's hand away, he wouldn't budge and began tweaking her tender nipples. Then he began to unbutton her blouse, "Show the guys some more cleavage. They are all dying to see you."

Rose looked up and found that all the guys' eyes were on her. And their eager, longing looks brought a flush to her face and a warm moist reaction in her pussy.

"Only two buttons then," and she let go of Graham's hand to take a big gulp of her drink.

However, Graham didn't stop at just two; he kept going, and before she could move to stop him, he had pulled the blouse apart, exposing her lacy transparent bra. She was about to erupt, but she saw Zak smiling in approval and mouthing that he wanted to see more.

Aware that her nipples had hardened and were clearly visible through the translucent material of the lacy bra. She was shocked to find how turned on she was by being exposed.

She turned to Graham, intending to tell him 'enough', and for him to watch the game. But he reached behind her head and pulled her in for a delicious kiss that made her sigh. She felt Bruce undo the clasp on her bra and reach around to grab one of her released mounds. She could see in her peripheral vision that the other men had returned their attention to watching the game, oblivious to what Graham and Bruce were doing.

Rose tried to grab their hands and stop them, but Bruce began nibbling on her ear, "You have the most beautiful jugs. I've always wanted to grope them."

'Oh shit', she thought. Her ears and nipples were her most sensitive areas, and she was fast losing control. Still, she attempted to resist, only to find that neither man would let her go. Graham whispered for her to relax, that he was letting her experience one of her exhibition fantasies.

Rose did not stop entirely from fighting them, but the feelings they were generating were lowering her resolve by the second. She closed her eyes, not wanting them to see how aroused she was, and eased back into the couch, trying to relax.

Then she was jerked back to reality as hands began to move up her legs. Rose clamped her legs together and squeezed her eyes closed harder, somehow resigning that if she couldn't see, then it might not be happening. She opened her mouth to complain, but Graham pressed his mouth to hers again, muffling her squealed protest.

She grabbed at the stroking hands, wanting to stop them from reaching the bare skin above her stocking tops. Panicking about them finding she was wearing crotchless panties. But her reaction just enabled Bruce and Graham to pull her bra off, allowing her swollen, sensitised globes to drop free.

Graham gripped her tight. "Just relax. Have some fun. This is no different from all the other games we have played over the last few months."

'Oh Graham', she thought. This is very different from the games they had played in their bedroom. As the two sets of hands pulled her legs apart, a primeval urge to be taken consumed her, and she knew any resistance was pointless. Capitulating, Rose slumped back and let them spread her legs.

Graham, feeling her resistance slacken, dropped his head and sucked her rock-hard nipple. She felt her other nipple receive the same treatment, Bruce, she surmised, but didn't raise a hand to stop him, as she had bigger problems. A long fat finger had found the opening in her panties and had plunged deep into her sopping wet pussy.

When Graham heard her muffled groan, he drew back. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Why are you letting them do this to me? It's not right."

"I've wanted to watch you getting fucked for years. It's been my favourite fantasy. Will you do it for me?"

Rose wanted to voice her concerns about what this would do to their marriage, but she was too concerned that it would open a book of worms she was not ready to face, so she kept quiet and tried to relax.

Bruce felt her capitulation and bossed Zak out of the way. She realised that she had known it was Zak's finger giving her such pleasure. No one else would have fingers that long.

"Move aside," Bruce ordered. "I've been dreaming of fucking this tramp for years."

Rose felt Bruce grip her legs, draw her bum to the edge of the couch, and take her with one hard thrust. He exclaimed loudly to the group, "She's as wet as a fish. Joe replied in his broad yarpie twang, "Fuck the slut hard for us, mate."

Rose cringed at their filthy language but found that it was turning her on. And just as she felt her arousal building fast, Bruce let out a loud groan and ejaculated.

'Fuck, that was far too fast'. Rose desperately needed release. She'd never felt a climax build so quickly. But her anxiety was out to rest as Joe muscled his way in front of the others and lifted her from the couch. He turned her so her arms dangled over the sofa back, splayed her legs so she was at the right height, and plunged into her from behind.

Joe was not gentle. She didn't care. It was not a situation for tender love, this was a time to be fucked, and she bucked her hips back onto his thrusting loins just as hard as he was pummeling her. He didn't last much longer than Bruce. But she was so aroused she climaxed before him and had to grit her teeth together to handle the intense waves of sensitivity that were causing her to writhe and jerk as Joe plunged his way to his own climax.

When Joe came, he bellowed like a cape buffalo and collapsed onto the couch. Rose rolled away and collapsed onto Graham, who had sat beside them, playing with himself while the two men had fucked her. She felt his hard shaft trapped between them and lifted, thinking she might hurt him. But Graham held her, dragged her head around and kissed her. Telling her she had made his night.

Zak stepped up, "You going to fuck her? I'm fucking horny, man."

"No," Graham responded. "You take her. I'll have her when we get home."

Rose was not sure if she should be annoyed by Graham's response, as it made her sound like a piece of meat and wasn't even there. But she decided to let it go, happy that Graham was letting her be fucked by this huge Jamaican. Because she realised, she had wanted Zak since she first saw him.

Zak lifted her from Graham's knee as if she weighed little more than a feather. He held her close and whispered, "I'm going to love you like you have never been loved before, girl."

His deep, husky voice sent pleasant vibrations buzzing in her head. Rose caught her breath in anticipation as Zak laid her on the coffee table. Some time since she had had her breasts exposed to them all, cushions had been placed on it, with a double cushion at one end, raising her hips ready for his assault. Rose didn't need to be told to open her legs. She threw them wide and marvelled at the sight of his healthy erection. It wasn't as big as the one she'd seen in the sex tape, but it was larger than Graham's, and she licked her lips in anticipation.

When Zak thrust into her, Rose bit her lip to stop moaning. She was embarrassed the men would see how willing she was. Neil and Bruce fell to their knees alongside her and began caressing her body, concentrating on her tits. She looked to see what Graham was making of all this and saw he was still seated on the couch alongside a very buggered-looking Joe. Graham was red-faced and holding his prick. She knew he was trying to hold back from ejaculating. She'd seen that look on his face many times.

Zak was in no hurry. He eased in and out slowly, savouring her pussy. Rose beckoned Graham over. And as he drew close, she grabbed his bum and pulled him into her mouth.

"I'm going to cum," he rasped.

She released him for a second, "Cum then, I don't mind," and then drew him back into her mouth.

His hesitation was due to the fact that she had never let him ejaculate in her mouth before. But she sucked hungrily, letting him know she wanted it. And he only lasted two thrusts before ejecting what seemed like a cupful of his hot seed.

Rose was surprised to find she didn't mind the taste. It was slightly salty and alkaline in flavour, but not bad. At that moment, she knew he was not the last she would taste that night, and she wondered if they would all taste the same.

She got the surprise of the night when Zak kissed her. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and happily pushed Graham's mess around. The Jamaican was as turned on as she was and began fucking her with abandon. All too soon, she felt another orgasm building.

Rose threw away all caution. To hell with what the guys might think of her. She yelled for Zak to fuck her, as she was going to cum again. Zak began thrusting his long black shaft in between her gyrating loins. She tried to mould her body to him, wanting as much contact with his body as she could get. It must have been a real spectacle as the others all sat back and watched. Joe had called her a slut. Well, now everyone, including Rose, knew she was. And she found that the realisation turned her on even more, and suddenly, she was hit with the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. Complaining that he was coming too soon, Zak exploded, rolled off and sank to the floor.

Rose was to have no rest. Neil was onto her in a flash. She accepted him without offering any resistance. She was on a roll now and didn't care who, where, or when. Like the others, he didn't last long. But as soon as he finished, Bruce mounted her again, and this time he lasted much longer.

Eventually, they all rested and grabbed more beers from the fridge. Rose felt awkward sitting naked among the men and asked to use the shower so she could have a moment to herself. When she returned to the lounge, wrapped only in a towel, she sat by Graham and asked if she could get dressed.

"No, you're good as you are. Bruce has ordered Pizza. They should be here any minute."

Ten minutes later, the front doorbell rang. No one moved. Bruce turned and handed Rose his card. "It's your job to fetch the pizzas."

"I can't go dressed like this," she cried.

"Of course, you can," he said, pulling her up and walking her out into the hall.

Rose tried to rewrap the towel so it covered more of her. Bruce opened the front door and pushed her forward. The delivery person was female, and she looked startled for a second. Then a knowing, lewd look washed over her face. Rose knew the girl had just twigged what had been going on. Rose swiped the card, and Bruce pulled the towel away as the girl turned to leave.

Rose fled back into the lounge, straight into Joe's arms, and found he was hard again. She had no idea how often or in what order they took her in the next couple of hours. But some of the time, she was being skewered from both ends and took more than one load in her mouth.

She was surprised when Neil and Joe kissed her and said they had to go. She looked at Graham and found him holding out her clothes, indicating they should also leave.

"It's almost 10:00," he informed her. "Bruce needs to call Maureen and tell her it's clear for her to come home.

Rose murmured that she didn't know if she could walk all the way. Zak stepped over and offered to drive them around the block. She looked at Graham, not knowing if he would want Zak to know where they lived. But Graham was smiling and accepting Zak's offer.

Rose sat in the back seat of Zak's car, her mind racing. The drive from Bruce's house to her own took less than five minutes, but it seemed a lifetime with her struggling to come to grips with what she had just done.

What did Graham think of her? Would he want her to do it again? Did she want to do it again? She decided she did. The orgasms she had had were amazingly intense, and to never experience those again was not an option. Had she hurt anyone? Maybe her marriage. What would other people think? No one must ever know. She thought about each man that she had slept with that night, all had sworn never tell another soul. Could she trust them? So it really came back to what Graham thought.

When Zak pulled up in their driveway, Rose leapt out and ran to their front door. She had the key in her hand and wondered how it had gotten there. Graham rushed in behind her, worried about her sudden flight. He guided her towards the couch and pulled her down beside him.

"Are you Okay?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I feel I should be acting disgusted and ashamed. But I feel nothing," she forced herself to look him in the eye. "What do you feel?"

"Right at this minute, concern for you. But if you're asking what I felt about the night, I have a thousand conflicting emotions, as I'm sure you have. It was the most exciting and aroused that I have ever been in my life. There were some real jealous moments, especially when I saw how turned-on you were with Zak. Also, how will Bruce be with me now? He was struggling to look me in the eye when we left. What about you? Do you want to do that again?"

Rose sat still. Quietly processing all he had just said, then, "Do you want me to do it again?"

"You answer first."

Rose sat silently contemplating. One minute, two, three, then looked at Graham.

"I have an analogy that should give you some answers as to my state of mind..... A young girl was raised in a weird, strict religious family. She was taught that music was the work of the devil. No radios, TV, or musical instruments were allowed in the home. She heard snippets of music at school, in shops, etc. She found it tantalising and tempting, but always found the strength to close her mind to its seductive attraction.

In her late teens, she met a teacher different from any she had met before. He tempted her with the lure of music, but she resisted him for several months. They decided they wanted to be together forevermore and went on a holiday together. In the room alone for the first time, he opened a case and brought out a violin. She resisted but knew that playing music with your life partner was condoned. So she took up the violin and began to play. She was a natural. She took to it straight away. The music they played that weekend was amazing. So good that she picked up that violin several times that weekend and every chance she got in the years that followed.

But there had to be a bit of the devil in the teacher because he started to introduce new instruments. Violas, cellos, double bass. She reluctantly tried them, aware she was flying very close to the sun and knowing the devil was trying to tempt her. The teacher also tried to get her to play even more lewd instruments, clarinets, saxophones, and bassoons, but she told him no. She shut him down and told him she never would. Slowly, their music was replaced by other activities. Gardening took up much of their free time, and they turned every part of the backyard into planters for varieties of flowers and forgot about the music.

Twenty years later, once the family had flown the roost, she pulled out the dusty old violin. She and the teacher tried making new music. At her work, she began hearing what instruments others liked to play, asked the teacher if he still had the cellos and violas, and even sampled a clarinet. The devil was still waiting in the wings, but she felt strong enough to resist him and cautiously experimented with more tunes.

One day, the teacher told her about a gardening show that was to be held at the local convention centre. It was being held indoors because of the inclement weather. She should have asked more questions, as she knew very well this was where the symphony orchestra played. But she trusted the teacher and never thought anything could go amiss at such a respectable venue.

They walked into the foyer, and she feasted her eyes on the beautiful flower arrangements. Caught up in the crush of people, they were led to their seats. Still, she didn't catch on. Then she looked down at the stage and saw the orchestra assembling. She wanted to run, but the teacher held her tight and wouldn't let her move. Music wafted over her, and her body began to tune into the cacophony of musical instruments.

The first piece they played was a revelation to her. It didn't last very long, but was surprisingly satisfying. The following piece was aggressive, dangerous, even violent. But the pain of the music released emotions she had never experienced before."

Graham whispered, "Joe."

Rose nodded and indicated he was to remain silent. "The woman found the music so stirring that she reached a climax and wanted to rest. But the instruments carried on, harder and faster, until they reached a crescendo, then dropped away to silence. The silence was broken by a dark man playing a flute to the throb of drums. It was Ravel's Bolero. This dark man was undoubtedly the devil, who everyone knew was black. She tried to resist the burning passions his flute was engendering in her core but was lost. And when he changed instruments and brought out his bassoon, she climaxed. It didn't stop; other instruments joined in the variations: oboes, piccolos, and French horns, all playing to the beat of a snare and bass drum. She didn't care if it was the devil. She was lost in a turbulent, frantic orgasm of ecstasy. As the haunting melody reached its peak, and she wanted to collapse, a quick, delightful little number started. It had her toes tapping and her fingers thrumming on the armrests.

From there, the music blurred into one continuous tantalising series of climaxes and dreamy, exquisite calms. She had no idea how many times she listened to each instrument. Several times, she thought she was falling into an abyss. Each time, she looked to her side and found the teacher watching over her. He held her hand and whispered that he would stay and ensure no harm came to her. She trusted him and knew she would be safe forever while he stayed at her side. Abruptly, the symphony ended, and her teacher whisked her away home.

In their lounge, the teacher asked if she was alright and how she felt. She did not know what answer he wanted her to give. He asked if she had enjoyed the symphony. The woman acknowledged she had, but again, she wondered if she was meant to answer yes or no. She had the feeling he was going to give her an ultimatum. Her father always warned her that you get nothing for nothing in this life. There is always a hook. Remember, the largest fish is the quickest to identify the hook and sort out a way to avoid it. Always look for the hook, he would warn her when she left the house. This had her wondering what the teacher wanted. Was he going to tell her she could only play the violin for him from now on? Or would he say she could only go to the symphony again if she played the violin with him when he demanded? Or was he going to say it was the violin or the symphony that she couldn't have both?"

Rose collapsed back on the couch, exhaustion finally catching up with her.

"Wow!" Graham exclaimed. "That would have taken me days to put together. I don't know how you composed that in a few minutes. The only thing I see wrong with your analogy, is that your parents were not that religious."

"Oh yes, they were. They didn't belong to any church, but they indoctrinated me into their set of beliefs. I wish my mother weren't dead, I'd really like to ask why she was so screwed up about sex. I guess she must have had a terrible experience. And I wonder if she ever told or talked with anyone about it."

"Right, well, first of all, I will never stop you from playing the violin. Second. Yes, I would like to take you to another symphony, but I think we both need to talk a lot before we should try again. Although I had planned the night with Bruce, it did not go as we had thought. We did not think it would go much past getting you to show us your tits. I wanted to expose you to your exhibitionist tendencies. We did not anticipate Zac being some bloody sexual magician or Joe being such an animal."

"Do we go to bed now? Do you want me after what I have done?"

"God, yes! Look at me. I'm as hard as a rock, and I've already whacked myself off twice tonight." He gripped his shaft through his pants, showing her the outline of his erection.

Rose stood, pulled him from the couch, and led him to their bedroom.

"I want to have a shower."

"You don't have to."

"Yes, I do. I want to wash what happened away, and it should be only you and me in our bed. That will be my one stipulation. We never share our bed with another man. Our bedroom is just for you and me."

They made love. Rose didn't climax but did not care. She was just too exhausted. But she did feel a sense of elation when she brought Graham to his third climax of the night. That, and the fact he still wanted her, was as good as an orgasm.

She woke the next morning with the sun pouring through the small window to the left of the bed. Graham had crawled down the bed and was sucking her toes. For the sun to be coming through that window told her it had been up for three or four hours. She had slept so soundly that she remembered nothing after curling into Graham's back the night before. It had to be the longest and best she had ever slept. And she felt fantastic and alive.

Seeing she was awake, Graham crawled up the bed and nuzzled into her abused muff. Rose told him no, "I'm still dirty."

He replied he didn't care and ate her to an incredible orgasm. They made love again that afternoon, and this time, they climaxed together. Rose had not found reaching a climax that easy in the past. So she was amazed that her two orgasms that day had come so easily.

The following week, they made love at least once a day. At work, June commented on how alive Rose was looking and wanted to know what she had been up to. Rose explained she had something to tell her but could not do it there, so they arranged to make time for a coffee after their gym session on Friday morning.

---

Rose and June hit the gym early, then walked to the Vibe Cafe. They took a seat up on the mezzanine to have privacy, and ordered the Veggs Royale, Which were like Eggs Benedict, with veggies instead of the bacon or salmon. And Rose began to tell June about her amoral activities at Bruce's place.

June stopped her when she began describing how rough Joe had been with her.

"I only have three words, "You lucky bitch," and sat there with her mouth open. Finally, when she found her voice, she admitted to Rose that she wanted to try a gang bang and to invite her next time.

When Rose drove up to her house just before lunchtime, she saw Maureen parked by the curb. Maureen hopped out and followed Rose into the house. Rose took her to the kitchen and offered to make her tea, as the woman looked like she'd been through the wringer. Rose had only ever seen her fastidiously dressed, so she was concerned about what could be up.

"What on earth is wrong?" Rose asked. Noting that Maureen might have been crying.

"Bruce and I have been arguing all week. And last night, he told me to pack my bags if I didn't intend to up my game."

"What game?" Rose asked. Knowing full well, it would be about her snobby attitude and lack of interest in sex. She recollected that several years ago, she had had a run-in with Maureen and had complained to Bruce about her. Bruce had told her that Maureen used to be a real goer when they first hooked up. Up for anything, he hinted. He said she changed when she began rising the corporate ladder.

Maureen gulped down some of her tea. "He wants me to be the host at a poker party he is holding at our place next weekend. And wants me to dress up like some slut, to please the men. He says if I refuse, he will kick me out."

Then she added, "I've paid more than half the mortgage on our house. He can bloody well try," Maureen paused again. "He says you have agreed to host with me?"

Rose knew nothing about the poker game but had a good idea of what it was likely to entail. She was about to tell Maureen she knew nothing about it and would certainly not be attending when the wicked vision of Maureen bent over on the couch, with Joe banging her from behind, stopped her dead. Maureen looked down on people like Joe. Common labourers were not her cup of tea.

Rose would not want to miss Maureen getting banged, so she replied, "I'd vaguely heard the boys were having a poker night but I have not said anything about attending."

"Bruce said you were a good sport at the game on Saturday night and were very popular with the boys. He made it sound like you would have no problem with parading around in sexy attire."

Rose smiled morosely and thought, 'Good sport, I think I was a little more than that.'

But calmly replied, "I'd had a little much to drink," then asked, "So what are you going to do?"

"If you are going to help be hostess, then I will agree. But he said lots of other stuff. What really hurt was he said all his friends' wives hated me. They don't, do they?"

"Well, hate is a very strong word. I don't hate you, but you can be quite insufferable sometimes. A couple of years back, Bruce told me you have changed, and he blamed it on your trying to climb the corporate ladder?"

"I'm aiming to be President of our company. I've had to be cutthroat to reach as high as I have. Maybe I don't always leave that attitude at work."

Rose wanted to ask if her ambitions were worth losing all her friends over but kept quiet and said she'd talk to Graham about if they would attend.

When Graham got home from work that evening, Rose met him at the door and asked if he had anything to tell her.

"I do, actually. But it looks like you may already know. Has Bruce been talking with you already?" When he saw her shake her head, he continued. "Well, Bruce phoned me at work this morning, asking how we were and if I thought you would be up for hosting a poker night he'd been planning. I told him I'd ask you."

"When I said I was keen to party again, I didn't mean every week. We have a lot to discuss and things to work through before we go down that path again. I thought we could go on a couple of holidays and see if we found some action.

Then Rose told him how she knew, "Maureen turned up on the doorstep this morning, saying that Bruce had told her I was a good sport and had agreed to host his poker party. That got my back up, but I didn't let on to her that I knew nothing about it, as the thought of seeing her getting molested by Joe was very tempting."

Graham shook his head, "I'm certain that Bruce said nothing of the sort. He's upset about what you think of him and wants to meet up with us both to apologise. He thinks you may blame him for what happened, and is embarrassed about how he behaved. I don't think this is about you. But what happened the other night shook him into sorting out his marriage with Maureen. He's been unhappy for years. He told me he had argued with her, and held you up as the model wife. I'm guessing she responded by telling him to get you to host the party then. We were never part of the original poker night plans. There were only six guys in the original plan. But one of the guys wants to bring a mate. That was when he decided to ask me and make it two tables of four."

"Who are the guys?" Rose asked.

"Joe and another South African construction mate of his. Zak, plus a mate he wants to bring along. And two French guys Bruce is hosting. It is the French guys for whom the night was planned."

"Shit, can you imagine Maureen baring her bum to that lot. Fuck, I'm tempted to go, even if nothing happens. When do I need to make my mind up?"

"Bruce is hoping you and I will go and buy a maid's outfit for Maureen, even if you decide not to attend. He has no idea what size to pick. We could go visit the sex shop tomorrow morning and maybe get some other stuff."

"Like what?" Rose snapped. "I've never been near a sex shop, and not at all sure I want to be seen in one."

"I'd like to buy you some sexy outfits and maybe a vibrator. I doubt many people will be around if we go before lunch tomorrow. I would think most of the punters turn up in the evenings."

"Can I wear a wig and dark glasses?"

"You can wear what you like, but we will never see anyone we know."

----

Rose was a good two paces behind Graham as they entered the sex shop, ready to run. But the shop was empty except for the two girls behind the counter. The older of the two called out a greeting. She looked to be in her early twenties. The other girl looked underage, but Rose knew she had to be over eighteen, as the rules around sex workers were stringent.

The older girl approached, introduced herself as Jane, and asked if they wanted help or to browse. Graham answered, "We are here to buy a maid's outfit. It needs to be a size above whatever size my wife is, as it's not for her."

Jane looked at Graham disbelievingly. He told her, "Look, I'm sure many people come in here saying it's for someone else, but in this case, it is. Although if I can convince her, I'll also buy one for Rose."

"Okay, these are what most people buy," and stepped to a wall of costumes, pulled a couple of cellophane packages from a shelf, and handed them to Rose.

"They look pretty cheap," Rose commented.

"They are. The seams come apart, but that's the idea. They are only made to be used once."

"Do you have anything that's of better quality?"

"Yes, but they are four times the price."

Graham butted in, "Price is not a problem. My mate is paying, and he can afford it. The outfit is for his wife. She is in the dark, so Rose is here to find something."

Jane told them it was no problem, went to another shelf, picked up two packets, and then showed them to the changing rooms. She asked if they wanted her to stay and help. Graham said no, but Rose overrode him. "Yes, please."

"Come. The changing rooms are too small. We'll use the entertainment room." She led them into a medium-sized room with couches, armchairs, and beanbags scattered around. There was even a small bed against one wall.

"You probably think I'm stupid, but why do you have an entertainment room?"

"Well, it gets used for many functions. Sometimes for what's on your mind. But Hen Parties mostly. In fact, we had one here last night. I've just sterilised everything they used last night." And she pointed over to the sink. "I've left them out to dry before repackaging them for the next group.

Rose took note of some vibrators, but she had no idea about some flesh-coloured rubber objects. "What are those?"

Oh! They're for the Sybian," and she pointed to a half-round box in the middle of the room. Then, seeing their puzzled looks. "You squat on it, and It produces an incredible orgasm."

Then noting that Rose was still looking uncomprehendingly at the unit, "Those are the attachments. The brides always get pushed into trying those two big ones, or the dragon tongue, but my favourite is the one that comes with the unit," and she held up a rubber flange that had a short bulbous protrusion. "It hits your G-Spot and is absolutely magic. Would you like to try it?"

Graham grinned and answered yes, but Rose shook her head at him, slipped out of her dress, and reached for the maid's outfit. There were two gasps of appreciation when she spun around. Graham turned to Jane, "Wow, that is sexy. We will take both of them, please."

Rose shed the one she had on and tried the medium-sized dress. This will probably be quite tight on Maureen, but that's the whole idea, so it's perfect. While Rose put her dress back on, Graham asked Jane what her favourite vibrator was, as he'd like to get one for Rose. They left the maid's outfits in the room and went out into the store. Over the next fifteen minutes, Graham brought a Thrusting-Gyrating, Vibrator, and two new sets of lingerie for her, and a crotchless set to go with Maureen's outfit.

When they stepped back into the entertainment room, Jane saw Rose eyeing up the Sybian. "Go on, have a go. I'll show you how to use it and leave you for ten minutes. I doubt you'll need longer than that."

Again Rose shook her head, but Graham stepped forward, asked her to show him how it worked, and said to give them a few minutes. Rose didn't need a lot of convincing. While Graham smeared lubricant on the shaft, she removed her panties and squatted over the half-round box. Graham moved behind her and wound both knobs to quarter speed. Jane had warned him not to go over half speed unless Rose asked him.

Rose swayed back and forth, feeling the knob alternately pressing around the sides of her vaginal walls. Then when she lowered herself onto the little mound covered in a hundred tiny silicon fingers, the vibrations leapt through and combined with the pressure from the knob within. The feeling was sublime. She arched her back, leaned forward, and twisted from side to side, searching for the best position.

She felt Graham rubbing his hard into her back, which further turned her on. Then he was undoing the front of her dress and exposing her breasts. And when she found the perfect position, she screamed at him to pinch her nipples. She imagined it was Joe behind her, torturing her aching nipples and was immediately engulfed by an acute, powerful contraction that buckled her in half, and she had to support herself with her hands on the floor. She eased herself up from the infernal machine and rolled to the floor, wracked by spasms of ecstasy.

"Oh god. Are you alright?" Graham asked.

Rose gasped that she was, but to give her a minute. Then when she had regained her breath, "That was fucking intense, but Jane was wrong. She said it would be better than any man. But I need to introduce her to Zak.

"That's what I'm afraid of! That you will leave me for Zak or someone like him," Graham mused.

"Don't be silly. I told you I wouldn't do any of this stuff without you and will never leave you. Zak is like a fine wine. You can never have it every day. Once or twice a year, maybe, then it will inevitably be gone. Whereas you and I will last until we're old and dilapidated."

Graham laughed, "I'm not sure if that is a good thing or just plain sad."

When they approached the front counter to pay. Graham handed Rose the car keys and said to go wait for him in the car. She gave him a weird look, but left the shop. She wondered if he was going to take Jane to the back room, but quickly forced that image from her mind.

Still, she glanced at her watch and noted the time. Four minutes later, she was relieved to see Graham approaching the car with the bags of items they had purchased.

"What was that about?" Rose asked.

"Jane said she wanted to talk with me. She gave me this card with her number, saying if we ever needed another host for one of our parties, she was available. She says she's done several dress-up parties."

"We won't be hosting any parties. Are you going to throw that away?"

"No. I'll hand her number to Bruce, he might be interested in using her at some time. She also told me if I covered the hire of the Sybian, she would be happy to come and spend the night with us. I think she fancies you."

"I won't say never, but we need to do a lot more talking before going down that road."

There was a long, quiet spell while they worked their way through the Saturday morning traffic. Then Graham asked Rose, "Does your acceptance of the maid's outfit mean you are okay about attending the Poker night?"

"Not at all. I haven't decided yet. But I do fancy some role play. Just you and me."

"Zak will be there," Graham said, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel.

"Zak may be the reason I decide not to attend. I'm not sure I want my attraction to him to be exposed to a whole lot of men I don't know. I know this is going to be difficult for you, but I would like to go on a date with Zak. Just him and me for a night. I'm happy for you to put some conditions on it if you want. Like it only happens once. As I say, we have some talking to do."

----

The Sunday after the football evening, Rose and Graham drove to a small pub in the country for lunch. Afterwards, they parked up at Ainsdale Beach to talk. They sat and discussed some of the issues they both had about her actions on the night of the football match. Then, they discussed the pros and cons of attending the poker party at Bruce's house. Rose was still undecided. She didn't like that it was premeditated or that Maureen would be there. Graham pointed out that she did not have to participate, as although he'd like to watch her again, he was more concerned about her being comfortable.

Rose replied that with Zak and Joe attending, they were unlikely to allow her to sit and watch, and she doubted she could resist them.

Then she added, "But I see you're keen to go. You could go on your own if you want to fuck Maureen?"

Graham hesitated, and Rose gave him a dirty look. So he quickly answered, "I hesitate because I'm wondering how to answer. It's not something I feel I can give a yes/no answer to. I was there the night Bruce met Maureen. She was pretty and had a reputation for being free with her favours. Every guy at the party was trying to get into her pants. I thought she fancied me and was more than a little piqued when she left the party with Bruce. I always felt it was because his father owned the largest construction company in the area, and that, had everything been even, she would have left with me. But once I met you, I gave up any thought of sleeping with her. Then, when she got that fancy job, she changed, and that was the end of my old fantasies. So, the answer would be no. However, seeing Maureen taken by some of Bruce's rough workmates is very tempting."

"What if I said you could fuck her with my blessing, if I can have a night out with Zak?"

"That's not a very fair swap. Maureen might be a lousy lay, and I don't fancy fucking in front of other men. Whereas you say Zak is super hot in bed."

They left things at that, Graham not saying she couldn't have a night alone with Zak, but he didn't concede either.

Monday was Rose's day off, so she went to the gym with June. And after the gym, over coffee, June asked Rose what she had done over the weekend. Rose told her about the visit to the sex shop and her ride on the Sybian. June was intrigued about why she had visited a sex shop. So Rose had to tell her about the poker night, buying the maids' outfits, and the fact that she wasn't sure about attending.

June threw her arm up, "Ooooh, I will go in your place. I told you I wanted to have a gangbang. Tell your friend I will be a host and very accommodating."

Rose explained that it was not her place to invite anyone else but would mention her interest to Bruce if the chance arose.

On Wednesday, when Graham got home from work, he told Rose that Bruce was coming around after dinner. Rose gave him a look that told him Bruce would have difficulty convincing her to attend. And later, when Bruce sheepishly walked into the lounge, Rose told him he had better prepare a bloody good argument if he was here to try and get her to come to his party.

"Look, first I must apologise for my behaviour the other night. I was way out of line. But I had imagined sleeping with you from the first time Graham introduced us, and watching you become aroused and submissive overrode all my common sense."

"Accepted. I'll hold you to that should you ever try again."

"But I need you to come and host on Saturday night. I have given Maureen a stupid ultimatum about what I will do if she doesn't attend, and she says she'll only do it if you are there. I shouldn't have put such an ultimatum on Maureen, but I have. I'm not expecting you to sleep with anyone. I will actively discourage it if you don't want to."

"That's all and well for you to say. But with Zak and Joe attending, I don't see how you can promise that. What if someone took my place? One of the nurses at work would like to attend, and she's more than willing to fool around."

Bruce and Graham looked at Rose and went to ask simultaneously what she was like.

"Her name is June. She's older than me, forty-eight, I believe."

Both men's faces dropped. Rose guessed they had been thinking it would be some twenty-year-old nurse.

"Hey! She's way fitter than I, much the same size, and reasonably attractive. You could do a lot worse. She's been divorced for over two years and has been getting back into the dating scene."

"I have no issues with her coming along," said Bruce. "But I still have the issue that Maureen won't attend unless you do. If this June came along, and something does happen, would that allow you to escape upstairs if you don't wish to get involved?"

Rose indicated she would think about it. Then Graham asked who, what and why the night was so important.

"COVID very nearly bankrupted us. We have been slowly trading our way out of the mess. But I have just had a major project fall through, and these French guys are offering me work on a project they have going down in Manchester. One is the Managing Director, a sixty-year-old named Renaud. The other guy is Jules. He is about thirty, but he is important as he will take over the business when Renaud retires. Joe is attending again as he is my senior project manager, and it's Joe. I will move to Manchester to run the staff we send over there. I have also invited Ted, our stonemason, as there is a lot of stone matching in the existing building. And Jules has asked to meet with him."

"So why are Zak and his friend coming?" Asked Rose.

Bruce looked guilty. "Jules asked if I could arrange a woman. So I asked Zak if he knew anyone, as he's the only single guy I know, and as you have found out, he's a bit of a player. He said he knew a couple of women who might fit the bill, then asked to bring his mate to the poker game. I have to tell you, this was all arranged over a month ago, long before our football evening. After that evening, I realised I needed to sort out my marriage and put the hard word on Maureen. She used to be into this sort of thing, and we did some swinging fifteen years ago. But you both know how she has changed, and up to now, I have been to chicken to put my foot down."

Rose asked, "What about the woman that Zak suggested?"

"He never got back to me with a specific lady. And when he left our football evening the other week, he suggested we ask you to host the night."

Graham butted in, "What about the food? Do the girls have to cook?"

"Food has all been arranged with caterers. There will be a light dinner before we play cards, then various snacks to be served while we play."

Eventually, Rose agreed to attend the poker night, and over the next half hour, they nutted out a plan. Before he left, Bruce gave Rose a bundle of money to buy June a maid's outfit. Rose tried to hand back half of what he gave her, but Bruce shook his head. "Look, get her an outfit and some sexy lingerie and anything else she wants. I want this night to go well. The future of my company depends on it."

Thursday, Rose and June were on the early shift, and during their 10:00 am break, Rose asked June if she still wanted to attend. June was more than willing, and they arranged to buy her the maid's outfit when they finished work at 2:00. When Rose returned from her break, Maureen texted Rose to ask where she was, as she was at her house and wanted to talk. Rose texted back that she was at work and wouldn't be home before 4:00 pm.

A text came back, 'SEE YOU THEN.'

When Rose and June got to the sex shop, there was no sign of Jane, the assistant who had served Graham and her the week before. The young assistant was there, though, and an older man. The girl did not remember her and did not seem interested in moving from behind the counter. So Rose led June to the shelf holding the maids' outfits. Then, to the lingerie section, where they grabbed her a sexy red lingerie set.

At the counter, Rose asked about purchasing a Sybian machine, hoping the manager would offer to let them try it. She was dying to see June splayed out on it. But he said they didn't have any in stock and would need to order one, adding that he wouldn't do that without a firm order and a deposit. Rose pulled out all the remaining cash Bruce had given her and ordered one in his name.

They arranged for June to drive to Rose's at 6:00 on Saturday night. As June got in her car to drive home, Rose told her to bring a nightie: "You can spend the night at ours. I'll make up the spare bed, as you won't want to drive home if you have a couple of drinks."

Maureen was waiting at the door when Rose arrived home. She let her in, took her to the kitchen, and turned on the kettle.

"What do you want to talk about?" Rose asked.

"Bruce says that you will host with me on Saturday night. I'm uncomfortable with hosting this evening and want to know how much you know about it. He says it is life or death for his business and wants me to be nice to the two French guys he has invited. I'm no fool. Bruce probably wants me to flirt and not complain when they maul me. Are you aware of this?

Rose looked her in the eye. "Yes, but I knew nothing about it when you were here last Friday. When Graham arrived home that evening, I asked what was happening, and he told me about the French guys. He also told me the younger French guy had asked if Bruce could arrange a woman. They have arranged for me to bring a divorced friend who is dating again. She is very free with her favours, and I intend to keep out of the way if that goes down."

"Oh! You know more than me, then. I thought it would be me fighting off the French skirt chasers all night. Bruce took me to some bawdy parties years ago, and I thought he was setting us up for something like that again."

Rose kept her mouth shut and fought to stop letting Maureen know that that was exactly what Bruce was thinking. She tried to pry a little more information about Maureen's past but got nothing more than what she already knew. They discussed Maureen's work and the stress of striving to reach the top. Rose wanted to ask why working like that was so important for her when they were already well off. But she bit her tongue, knowing Maureen was unlikely to listen to any of her advice. But when Maureen left, Rose realised it was the first time she had tried to understand the woman and that some of the alienation was partly her fault.

----

June arrived at their house early on Saturday evening, so they knocked back a couple of G&Ts until they were ready to leave.

June was more than impressed when they drove up to Bruce and Maureen's house. It was the polar opposite of her neighbourhood, where many streets had old cars dumped. The house was also impressive--two stories and well-kept.

Bruce and Maureen met them at the door. Maureen dragged them upstairs to change while Bruce took Graham down to the basement to move the furniture around and set out the two card tables and chairs he had hired.

They stripped out of their street clothes and, with much banter, began pulling on the sexy lingerie and their outfits. Maureen took discreet glances at the other two women. She noted that June was attractive and in much better shape than she was, considering they were much the same age. But Maureen struggled to imagine June sleeping around. She did not look the type, although she took in the bunch of flowers tattooed onto the woman's left leg. In Maureen's books, a woman with a tattoo would likely be a loose woman.

Once dressed, they wandered down to the lounge to await the caterers. Their conversation quickly progressed to what the men would expect of them. And when June stated she hoped the men wouldn't be a bunch of old fuddy-duddies wanting to play cards all night. Maureen couldn't help herself, she blurted out. "Rose says you don't mind if the French guy wants to sleep with you. Apart from your tattoo, you don't look like the sort of woman who would ever do that."

June laughed, "Oh, I'm certainly up for that, and the others as well."

"Why?" Asked Maureen.

June didn't hesitate, "I come from a very different socio-economic class than you two. I was born in 1978, and my father was unemployed for most of my teens. My mother worked as a nurse and supplemented my father's dole payments. I lost my virginity far sooner than I should have and had half a dozen wham-bang-thank-you ma'am experiences in the back seat of cars.

I met my husband when I was nineteen, and we were married six months later. I thought he was filthy rich, as he had a good job. I soon realised my husband was not rich but wanted to be. He was happy to work all hours to achieve his dream. And pushed me to return to work once the kids ate solids. The sex was never anything special, even before we had the kids. Two years ago, I found he had been fucking his secretaries for years. I moved out, took him for all I could, and bought a new apartment on the street over from where I was born. I wanted to change, so I joined the local gym to get myself back in shape. I love the gym, ask Rose. I introduced her to the gym a few months ago."

Maureen looked to Rose, who winked at her and ran her hands down her body, highlighting her now-trimmed hips.

June continued, "I began dating the guys at the gym. The youngest I've been with was just nineteen, and the oldest was thirty. And with a few exceptions, the sex has been amazing. But they are all jealous and are not into sharing. I want to try a threesome and would even like to be gang-banged at least once, so to answer your question, I'd like nothing more than for tonight to turn into an orgy."

A knock on the door halted their conversation. It was the caterer's, and they spent the next while sorting out what needed to go in the warming drawer and what they would reheat as the night progressed.

When they had the food sorted, Maureen took them down to the games room to check out the bar. Bruce and Graham gave admiring wolf whistles and sexy comments about their outfits. June admitted to working in a bar in her youth and being a dab hand at making cocktails.

Bruce asked her to knock the girls up something strong to get them in the mood while he went and collected Renaud and Jules from their hotel.

June made them Black Russians. Graham grabbed a beer. Then, they went upstairs to the lounge to await the guests. Once seated, Maureen asked June to tell her more about her adventures. June related how she had been trying to get invited to a swingers' party. One of the nurses at the hospital had been to one with her husband. But to go, she had to have a partner, which proved a problem as she did not want to turn up with some young guy from the gym.

"Graham could take you," Rose offered.

"I certainly will not," Graham countered. "Bruce might be a goer, though."

They all turned to Maureen, "I'm sure he would love to. Not sure how he will get it past me, though."

While Maureen continued to discuss this with Graham, June turned to Rose and asked her which guys attending that evening would be her best bet for some action. And forgetting who was present, Rose replied, "Well, I don't know all that will be coming tonight, but if you like it rough, then Joe is your man. He's quite good, but as I say, very rough and into inflicting some pain. Zak, on the other hand, I have told you about. If you fancy a bit of the tar brush, then he's your man. But I know nothing of the guys they are bringing with them."

Suddenly, Rose became aware that the lounge had gone deadly quiet, and she turned to see Maureen staring with her mouth open.

"God," Maureen blurted out. "You mean that when Bruce told me you were popular with all the guys, he was really telling me you had slept with them the night of the game?"

Rose turned to Graham and gave him a help me out look.

Graham turned to Maureen, "We didn't want any of our friends to find out. Can you keep that to yourself?"

Just as Maureen was about to reply, there was a loud knock on the front door. Rose leapt up to answer it, happy to escape the room. At the door, she found Zak with an even bigger Jamaican. He introduced his friend as Dante and leaned in to kiss her cheek. " You're a sight for sore eyes. I've thought about you a lot since the other night and have been waiting for you to call."

Rose told Zak she was not ready to call him and turned to close the door.

"Leave the door. Joe and another guy pulled in behind us," said Zak.

"Take Dante to the lounge, and Graham will introduce you to the others."

She turned and watched Joe lead a short, stocky guy, whom she knew must be Ted, up the front path.

Rose pecked Joe on the cheek and shook Ted's hand. She didn't need to be told he was the stone mason, as his hand was calloused and felt like sandpaper. They kissed her on the cheek, and she directed them to the lounge but didn't follow them, as she had seen Bruce's car pulling into the drive.

The two Frenchmen climbed out and followed Bruce to the front door. Renaud was grey-haired and looked like he spent a lot of time outdoors, as he was tanned and had little fat on his solid frame. Jules, however, was over six feet, broad-shouldered, and his expensive suit was tapered and fit snugly. Bruce had not done the man justice when he said he was handsome. He had a square jaw, deep-set brown eyes, and a lock of dark hair hanging over his brow. His full lips almost made him look too handsome, but there was a sharp edge to his looks that told you he was someone to be wary of.

Bruce led them into the lounge and, after introducing the two men to Graham, asked him to continue the introductions while he took Rose aside.

Bruce whispered, "No one knows that Maureen is my wife, and I asked Joe and Zak to keep quiet about your marriage to Graham. Renaud and Jules believe you girls are from an escort agency. Will you talk to June and ask her to play along when you can?"

"What will you do if you have to take Maureen to some function with them in the future?" Rose asked.

"I'll worry about that if it ever happens."

After the introductions, Bruce led the men down to the games room and had them sit at the table. June followed them down, saying she would get them all drinks. Maureen and Rose prepared the food that needed heating and then took the entrees down to them. The mains and desserts followed these.

When they were almost finished their meals, Rose asked the men if they wanted tea or coffee. The French guys wanted coffee, so Rose slipped back upstairs to make them. Jules followed her, saying that he needed to use the toilet. Rose was very aware of him following close behind her as she climbed the stairs and held the hem of her maid's skirt against the back of her thighs, mortified that he would catch a glimpse of her crotchless knickers.

She slipped into the kitchen and was relieved when he continued down the hall. She'd expected him to grab her bum and was not sure how she should react. But as she filled the kettle, she felt him move behind her and his warm breath on her neck.

As she turned to confront him, Jules said, "Bruce said the toilet was the third door on the left, but that is his office. Come, I will show you." He placed his hand on her back and nudged her into the hall.

Rose tried to point out the toilet door, which was to the right, but Jules guided her into the office, and she heard the door snap closed behind them. The room was dimly lit, just a lamp on the office desk and a small amount of street light coming in through the Venetians. She turned to leave, but Jules leaned in and kissed her. He had a hand behind her head, not letting her turn away, and his other hand was in the small of her back, drawing her body against him.

His kiss was so passionate and arousing that Rose forgot to fight. She tensed, though, as she felt his hand move down onto her bare thighs, and she let out a little squeal as it slid around the inside of her left thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. He didn't touch her privates, though. Instead, he lifted his hand to her tummy, caressing and kneading her bare, sensitive flesh. Rose reached down and grabbed his wrist and tried to push his hand down onto her swollen, drenched gash. He resisted and drew her hand behind her, saying, "All in good time, woman, all in good time. Feel what you have done to me."

Rose gasped in delight as she felt him hardening in her hand. He felt huge, and she went to tell him he was too big. But he spun her around and pushed her face down on the desk. She felt her skirt lifted roughly up onto her back and heard him gasp, "Of you dirty little slut. You're wearing crotchless knickers. You look so innocent. Fuck me, that's sexy,"

She heard the sound of his zip, then felt him rub his cock against her ass and thighs. It was evident he was savouring the moment, but she cried out, "For god's sake fuck me. I need you now."

Holding her wrist, Jules made her stroke him, then urged her to insert it.

"Look what you have done to me, you sexy little minx. I'm so glad Bruce didn't arrange some teen stripper for tonight. You are fucking glorious. I see from the ring on your finger that you are married. Does your husband know you are here?"

As she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft, Rose nodded her head, indicating that her husband did know she was there.

"Your husband must be nuts to let you out of his sight. I would never let you go out alone if you were mine."

Rose urged him to be quiet and not discuss her husband. She knew she shouldn't be there alone. The understanding was that her favours were only to be given if Graham was by her side. But she knew they were both too far gone to stop now. And she pushed his knob down, lined it up, and then thrust back against him. She tried to keep quiet but couldn't help from letting out a loud moan as his wonderful cock slid into her.

Rose let go of his shaft so it could fully penetrate her. She was shocked at his size and how deeply she took him. One of his hands gripped her hair, and he began pulling on it each time he plunged in deep. Her body was reacting to each thrust. The control he had over her was exhilarating. She felt so alive, uninhibited. The hand pulling her hair was painful but also arousing her.

Jules gripped her hair tighter, pulling back hard, "Tell me you like my big cock. You love it, don't you? You're my slut for the night." he growled in her ear.

With every tug on her hair and hard thrust of his hips, another moan left Rose's lips. She loved it, and gave an even louder moan when he slapped her arse. Then he withdrew just as she was about to explode. And as she went to complain, his strong hands rolled her over onto her back and pushed her legs up and wide apart, then directed the head of cock back into her gaping swollen pussy.

She tightened her pelvic muscles and gripped his cock, squeezing it, wanting to get him off as she felt her climax building. She clamped her ankles around his back and drew him in. She felt her juices squishing onto Bruce's desk with every thrust and worried about the state of the paperwork she was lying on. Then, the orgasm was upon her, and she forgot about the paperwork.

"Oh! Fuck. I'm coming. Harder, you bastard, harder. Fuck me harder," she screamed.

Rose arched her back and met his every thrust.

"That's it, push yourself onto me," Jules directed.

As he felt her begin to cum, he withdrew and rubbed the head of his cock up and down on her pussy, "Do you want me back in you," he growled.

"Yes, yes. For god's sake fuck me. I'm coming." Rose yelled again as she writhed her arse back into his crotch.

They exploded almost simultaneously, and Jules slumped to the floor. His head was only inches from her throbbing sex. Rose realised how exposed she was in this outfit, and she tried to close her legs. But Jules held her knees, dipped his head, and enveloped her sex with his mouth. He pressed his tongue against her clit and applied pressure until her orgasmic spasms finished. Then he stood, helped her to her feet, and tidied himself, ready to return to the games room.

Rose was still shaking as Jules led her back to the kitchen. June was there making the coffee. She gave Rose a knowing look, "Did you enjoy that? Was he good?"

Rose blushed, "I didn't mean for that to happen. I was going to try to stand on the sidelines and watch tonight. But yes, he was incredible."

June laughed, "You realise you were bloody loud. I don't think they would have heard downstairs. But don't be surprised if they did. You may get some lewd remarks when you return downstairs. You have me all horny now. I hope the others don't want to play cards all night."

They carried the hot drinks down to the games room. Rose was embarrassed she was going to be the butt of all their jokes, but no one said anything. The men were all at the poker tables now. Bruce had Jules, Dante and Ted on his table. On the other table were Graham, Renaud, Joe and Zak. After serving the hot drinks, Rose went behind the bar and poured some liqueurs for June and Maureen to hand out. Then, they all stood and watched the action at the tables.

For the next hour, they handed out drinks and watched the action. Rose was pleased that Graham appeared to be holding his own and not losing too much money. The winner at his table was Joe, who had the largest pile of £2 coins. On the other table, Jules seemed to be ahead, and when Bruce lost another hand, he signalled to Maureen that it was time for some snacks. Rose stayed behind the bar while Maureen and June went upstairs to heat the snacks. They soon returned, carrying plates with Pigs in a Blanket and Reuben Rolls filled with corned beef, cheese and sauerkraut.

The men all stood to take a break when the food arrived. Some headed up to use the toilet, and Joe and Ted came over and grabbed another beer. When they turned away, Zak approached, "Did you enjoy the sex with the Frenchman?" He asked. Rose went to deny it, but he waved her not bother, saying that Jules had given his mate a wink when he returned, and he knew what she looked like when she'd been well fucked."

Rose shrugged and answered, "I didn't have much choice, and I didn't intend to get involved tonight, but he was not going to take no for an answer. June is keen, though, if you need someone."

Zak laughed, "Don't try and dismiss me. I've been thinking about you every day and intend to have some more of your hungry pussy tonight," he slid a hand up under her skirt. "Oh, good," he whispered. "You have those panties on again."

Rose saw that Renaud was watching them, and when Maureen walked by with the tray of snacks, he took the tray from her, placed it on the table, and then pulled her onto his lap. Maureen gave mild resistance, but when his hand slid under her tiny maid skirt, she hid her head in his shoulder and let him have his way.

A couple of the others were watching, and the mood in the room changed instantly. Joe made a beeline for June and took her tray from her. Ted joined him, and they pulled her onto the sofa between them. Rose clamped her legs tightly together and braced herself on the bar as Zak lifted her skirt and groped her bum. Graham was watching and walked over, "I thought you were going to stay on the sidelines and behave tonight."

Pulling her skirt down to try and cover her cheeks, Rose gave him a look, "I told you there would be little chance of that with Zak and Joe here. You had better take me home now if you are not happy."

Graham looked at Zak, caressing her butt, "No, I'm never going to complain watching you being fucked, as long as you don't go behind my back. But I think it may be a little late. You let Jules fuck you before. Didn't you?"

Rose acknowledged she had and mouthed sorry. Zak piped up, "Regarding that, I have a function to attend in Manchester next Saturday. I need to take a date. I'd really like to take Rose."

Graham shook his head, but Rose replied, "That would be wonderful. Give me a couple of days to convince my husband."

Zak looked at Graham. "We would need to stay overnight. It's a music awards night and will not likely finish until the small hours. But I promise to keep her safe."

Their conversation was interrupted by a long moan, and they saw that Renaud had Maureen spread-eagled on the dining table and had just thrust between her legs. Jules and Dante were on each side of the table, groping her tits, and Bruce was offering his prick to her mouth. Rose looked to her right to see what was happening with June and saw that Joe and Ted had her almost stripped naked. All she was left wearing were her red crotchless knickers.

When they turned her onto her knees and maneuvered her over the arm, Graham saw that June's mound was devoid of hair. He gasped in appreciation, "Did you know she shaved?"

Rose giggled, "No, I had no idea. I guess it's what the young guys at her gym expect. Don't think I'm going to shave for you, though."

The three of them watched as June was taken. Joe did her doggy as he preferred. Ted sat on the settee's armrest and fed himself into her mouth. June didn't seem to be at all unhappy with her predicament.

Looking to Graham for consent, Zak lifted Rose's skirt again, spread her legs with his own, and gently eased his black pole past her messy labia. Graham leaned in and nuzzled her ear. Rose tried to close her legs and stop Zak, complaining that she had not had a chance to clean herself. But he replied he had sloppy seconds plenty of times and didn't mind.

Rose tried to relax, but the smell of her pungent musk made her blush, embarrassed that she smelled like a bitch on heat. Graham noticed. He inhaled deeply, then grabbed her wrists and pulled her head to his groin. Rose willingly sucked him into her mouth, knowing her determination to keep out of the action was lost. And she had the fastest orgasm she had ever experienced.

Rose hadn't fully recovered from her orgasm with Zak when Jules approached. She tried to hold him off, as her whole body was overly sensitive, but he was not to be denied. And as she was so aroused, she capitulated and let him lift her onto the edge of the bar and take her with some urgency. Zak stayed and played with her tits, But Graham, having ejaculated in her mouth, wandered over to watch Maureen.

Soon, Rose was experiencing another massive orgasm. Tears flowed, and she couldn't even form proper words, the pleasure from her third orgasm in just over an hour overwhelming her.

When Rose finally got her breath back, she got them all drinks, and they moved to the settee opposite June to watch the action. Ted was now doing June doggy while Joe had taken his place on the armrest, and June was sucking him clean. Turning their heads slightly to the right, they could watch Maureen, still on the dining table, with Dante about to fuck her.

Dante was hung like a porn star. He had to be 8" long, and Rose felt renewed interest at seeing his hard black hose. When Renaud approached and ordered Jules to move, she didn't bother to object. He slumped beside her and started grabbing at her breasts. Pulling her hand down to his flaccid prick, he growled at Rose to get it hard, then went to town on her sore, abused nipples. She squealed at his rough treatment and tried to push him away, but she was too weak. Zak joined the fray, pulled her legs apart, and went down on her delicate pink folds again.

Unbelievingly, Zak's tongue brought on a new surge of interest. She cried out as her body began to writhe of its own accord. Zak lifted his head to breathe her musky scent. And in his enthusiasm, he ripped the opening of her crotchless panties apart.

Rose felt Renaud's cock becoming hard in her hand, and then he shoved Zak to the side so he could get at her. Thankfully, he was not very large. Still, hot electric shocks ran down her spine, and her pussy started contracting and oozing her creamy honey onto his shaft.

"You like that, don't you?" Renaud teased. "Fuck you're a good fuck, the best I've had in years."

At Renaud's comment, Zak slipped a hand between them and began pinching clit. Rose no longer had control of her body. She shrieked as she started to come. Renaud covered her mouth and announced he was coming. He pulled out of her wet hole and sprayed his seed over her stomach, some even reaching her breasts. Zak pushed him aside, took aim, and plunged into her spasming pussy. Rose went to resist, then found she could bear his assault, and rocked, squealed, moaned and even cried as Zak fucked her hard. A dozen small orgasms hit in a matter of seconds, leaving her exhausted.

When she came to, Graham was holding her. He asked if she was okay, as she had blacked out. "Yes, I'm knackered, but I'm fine," she whispered.

They sat together, and slowly, Rose began to take in what was happening around her. Renaud was back sitting with Maureen at the table. Bruce was sitting on her other side. June was still on the couch opposite, Joe holding her hand while she was being fucked by Dante. Rose felt a twinge of envy at June getting that beautiful cock, but she knew she was done for the night. Ted, Jules, and Zac were at the bar, helping themselves with more drinks.

"Can we go home soon?" Rose asked.

"Yes. Everyone must be close to done. Shall I get you a cuppa?"

"That would be lovely. Thanks."

Graham raised himself and headed upstairs. Rose saw the guys at the bar look her way. She pulled her bra down and tucked her breasts away, then saw her blouse at her feet. She didn't remember that being removed but pulled it on and began to button it up. Her skirt was nowhere to be seen, and she vaguely remembered Zak removing it at the bar. So she got up and walked over to find it.

Ted reached down and tried to stroke his cock back to life. But Rose quickly indicated she was not interested. And when Jules went to put his hand around her waist, she told him she was done for the night. She saw her skirt on the end of the bar, stepped into it, and, pulling on the zip, she turned for the stairs. She was aware their eyes were locked on her ass and gave it a wiggle. A couple of whistles rewarded her move and one of the men called out, nice arse.

As she passed the kitchen, Rose told Graham she was going upstairs to find her clothes and would meet him in the lounge. Graham was sitting on the couch when Rose came back downstairs. She sat beside him and picked up her mug of tea. "Are you alright?" He asked her. "Yes. I'm fine. Not as uncomfortable or as guilty as last time, but I guess that is to be expected. The orgasms make it all worthwhile, but I'm still scared you will change your mind a dump me because I'm such a slut.

"I won't do that. It was my idea, after all, so I have to live with the bouts of jealousy that swamp me during the night. And talking about jealousy, do you really want to go away with Zak for the night?"

"Let's not talk about that now. I'm not in the mood to make a rational decision. Ask me again in a couple of days."

They drank their tea and must have dozed off, as when they heard voices coming up the stairs, Rose jolted awake and checked her watch. It was almost midnight, so they had dozed for twenty minutes. Graham leapt to his feet, and she noticed a white powdery stain around his fly. She wracked her brains to remember if they had fucked, and, certain they hadn't, snapped, "You slept with Maureen?"

Graham looked guilty. The sound of you coming with Zak and Renaud got me all horny, and I turned to see Maureen sucking on Dante with her arse in the air. It was too much to resist. But I don't think she had a clue it was me. She never turned around."

"So I get to go to the music awards with Zak then. That was our agreement."

Graham mumbled that he did not think he had ever agreed to that. But not wanting an argument, he waved his hand resignedly, hoping he could talk her out of it later.

As they stood to return their cups to the kitchen, Joe and June stepped into the lounge, closely followed by Ted. Seeing that Rose was already changed, June turned and motioned to Rose that she was off upstairs to change also. Bruce stuck his head in as she exited and announced he was taking Renaud and Jules back to their hotel.

----

On the drive home, Rose questioned June about her night. June was over the moon about what had gone down. Exuberantly expanding on the different men's virtues, especially Dante's huge cock. Rose was not surprised to hear that she and Joe would see one another again and that he had offered to accompany her to the swingers' night if she got an invite.

Once back at their house, they all showered and went to bed. On this night, Graham was too buggered to make love, promising he would make it up to her in the morning. Although she was pretty knackered herself, she felt a twinge of disappointment. She wanted him to show her he was not upset with her behaviour.

Rose and Graham woke at daybreak and began discussing their night. A few minutes later, there was a knock on their bedroom door, and June asked if she could join them.

Rose called out, "Come in," and June slipped into the bedroom wearing nothing but a very sheer nightie. She went to sit on the side of the bed, but feeling how cold it was, Rose threw back the covers and beckoned her beside her. Too late, Rose realised that she and Graham were both naked, and as June's cool body nestled against her own, she felt a surge of arousal.

June must have felt something also, as she asked, "Have you ever fooled around with a woman? "

"No!" Snapped Rose. "Have you?"

"No, never. But I hear it is quite common at the swinger parties. That may be the next thing I get to tick off my bucket list.

"Why not do it now?" asked Graham. "That's something I've always wanted to see."

"No," said Rose. Then she apologised to June. "Not that I don't think you are attractive. But I'd need to have a few drinks and wouldn't want it to be premeditated."

"That's alright. I need to get going anyway. Joe is taking me to lunch, then to a mate's farm. He says there is a barn there that he wants to show me."

Rose laughed at her vision of June bent over a hay bale. "So you didn't mind that he was rough with you?" Rose asked.

"I loved it. I never thought I would, but he had me buzzing like a queen bee. My nipples are still quite sore this morning, though."

June looked away when Graham got out of bed to dress and make them breakfast. She just ate some toast and had a coffee, then excused herself.

Rose and Graham made love in the afternoon and again later that night. As with the first time, she was super horny for all of the following week.

On Wednesday, Graham informed Rose that he was going fly fishing with two mates for the weekend. He'd called his mate, Trevor, whose family had a cottage near the River Wharfe. Rose had visited the place more than once and acknowledged that it was a good idea not to sit home and mope.

Taking Graham's plans as his blessing, she phoned Zak and told him she was available for Saturday night if he still needed a partner. Zak offered to pick her up at 3:00 on Saturday afternoon. But not wanting the neighbours to see him pick her up, she declined, got his address, and said she would be outside his address by 3:00 pm.

Saturday morning, Rose treated herself to some beauty treatments at Pure Indulgence and then had her hair done. She packed an overnight bag with the clothes she planned to wear that night and, at 2:30, got their Honda Accord out and drove to Zak's.

Zak waved for her to park her car and join him in his beat-up Vauxhall. But she remembered his erratic driving from the night of the football match when he had driven them home and told him they would take her car. He wanted to drive, but she just told him to get in, that she was not a good passenger.

It took them over an hour to get to their hotel, as the traffic was heavy. It was almost 5:30 when they stepped into their room. Zak had splurged out. They had a superior room, king-size bed, and spa bath. Zak had tried getting into her jeans on the drive and coming up in the lift again. He was at her again as soon as they entered the room. With just over an hour before, they needed to get a taxi to the convention centre. She gave in. But warned him that she didn't want him leaking from her at the awards, so no penetrative sex.

Grabbing her and saying he agreed, Zak pushed her to her knees, "I need relief, baby. I'll never last until we get back."

Pushing her to her knees. He slid his hands down her arms and grasped her wrists, guiding her hands to his black Mamba.

"Take it out and let me fuck your mouth." His voice had changed. It was gruff and authoritative. She felt her nipples starting to harden, and she did what he ordered. The draft from the air-conditioning vent above their heads brought goose bumps on her arms as she pulled him into her mouth.

A groan of relief escaped his lips, and he leaned forward to pull her teeshirt up above her breasts, then undid her bra. Goosebumps were now rising all over her body as the room hadn't warmed yet. His hands rubbed up and down her arms, warming them. Then he concentrated on her breasts and nipples. His hot breath on her shoulders as he leaned down and began to kiss the base of her neck further kindled her building desire.

Then he straightened and really began to fuck her mouth. Holding the back of her head so she couldn't escape, he told her, "I'm going to tie you up later. I watched you with Joe the other week and saw you liked it rough."

His words sent a surge of desire arcing into her loins. She'd never been tied up before, and her juices began to soak her panties. Without warning, Zak erupted, choking her as he forced himself deep into her mouth.

When he released her head, she gasped, "Oh, god. I need to come,"

Rose pulled her jeans down and perched herself on the edge of the bed. She opened her legs, drew them up and began to slide two fingers along her slit, desperate for relief. Zak moved between her legs, dropped to his knees and tried to force his tongue into her sticky mess. Then she began to writhe around in ecstasy as her orgasm hit.

----

Zac had asked her to dress suggestively for the music awards, as he wanted her to look special. She had been shopping during the week with June. The outfit they chose would make church ministers walk into lamp posts. Rose did not want him to see her until she was all made up. So, as soon as Zak was dressed in his wine-red suit, she shooed him from the room, telling him to wait for her down at the bar.

She put on one of the lingerie sets she had purchased from the sex shop, this time with the addition of a garter belt and fishnet stockings. Over this, she wore a pleated miniskirt, shorter than any she had worn since her teens. The white blouse showed plenty of cleavage, over which she donned a light grey suede jacket that matched her knee-high boots. She hardly used any makeup but did choose a brighter lipstick and put more emphasis on highlighting her eyes.

As she left the room, she gave herself one last look-over and gasped at the reflection of the slut looking back at her. Crossing the lobby, she realised she may have gone overboard as people stopped and stared, and Zak spilled his drink when she sat beside him.

"Christ woman. You're going to get molested tonight. I'll never manage to keep all my mates at bay."

They hailed a taxi outside their hotel and rode it to the convention centre. The night was a blast. There was a three-course dinner, and good bands played between awards. Zak's friend, Dante, received an award. Rose had not realised until then that Dante's Rasta band winning was the reason they were attending.

They got back to the hotel after midnight. Rose was horny, Zak's Jamaican mates had her up dancing all night, and halfway through the evening, when she had gone to the toilet, Zak had told her to remove her panties and give them to him when she returned. After this, her popularity surged, with his mates vying for dances and steering her to the darker fringes of the dance floor to grab quick feels.

Zak wouldn't let her undress when they got up to the room. He pushed her to the bed, went down on his knees and ate her out. She did not object. She was sopping wet but knew that Zak loved her wet and messy. Her fist orgasm hit just moments after he began working on her clit with his fingers and tongue.

After her orgasm, Zak stripped her to the waist, grasped her wrists and pushed them up above her head. Holding her wrists in one hand, she felt him reach for something. Then, He was wrapping a soft rope around them, tying her wrists to the corner posts. He bent and began nuzzling her nipples. She arched her back and thrust her breasts at him. He took this as consent to squeeze them hard, which made her nipples harden more than they already were. Very aroused now, Rose was aware they were making a mess of the duvet cover.

Zak pulled away and lifted her ass, placed a towel under it, then tied her ankles to the bedposts. Only when he had her secure did he tell her that Dante might be visiting if he could talk his way around his jealous girlfriend.

"I thought you told Graham you'd look after me and not let all your mates share me?"

"I did, and I'm not sharing you with all my mates, just Dante. And I promise you we are going to look after you."

Zak kissed her to stop her protests and began running his fingernails down the inside of her arms. Then he repeated the process on the inside of her legs, making the muscles in her tummy lurch. She was seriously worried about the duvet cover now, even with the towel. He continued this game with his fingernails, sometimes softly, other times digging them in and causing pain. Her body began to tremble, and when she cried out she couldn't take any more, he positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her hard.

Her orgasms came one after the other. She had no idea how many, maybe three. Then she was aware that other hands were stroking her body, and when a finger forced its way into her bum, she opened her eyes to find Dante on one side and Getz, the drummer from Dante's band, playing with her tit on her other side.

Rose knew it was pointless to complain. Restrained, as she was, the guys would not listen to her. But she shuddered at the thought of Getz touching her. He was far from handsome. He was big, not exactly fat, but he appeared to be because he was not as tall as the other two. She saw he was covered in tattoos when he stood and stripped.

Getz dug a fingernail into her nipple, then twisted it. She yelped in pain, but his action ignited a lightning stroke that flashed through her body. When Dante saw her reaction, he repeated the process on her other nipple. She wanted to cry out for them to stop, but Rose's mind was focused on the feelings of pleasure that lay under the pain.

Zak withdrew, moved up beside her, and offered his cock for cleaning. As she took him in her mouth, she felt fingers forcing their way deep within. Her natural reaction was to clamp her legs closed, but the cords constrained her. She had forgotten she was restrained. The realisation only produced a new set of sensations, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on what the fingers were doing. The fingers pushing up into her pussy, felt huge, the walls of her vagina stretching around them. Shock waves wracked her body. She could feel another orgasm starting to rise. Zak's stern voice whispered in her ear, "Control your orgasm. I don't want you to cum yet. It's going to be a long night."

The shock of his harsh message took away the immediacy of her orgasm for a second, but she could feel it lingering in her core and struggled to force control over herself. It was a losing battle, and when she opened her eyes and saw that both Dante and Getz were driving their fingers deep into her cunt, she gave up and let the maelstrom erupt. Rose had one last coherent thought as her body shuddered and spasmed - this was going to be a long night.

She woke around nine the next morning, curled against Zak's back. For a moment, she had no clue as to where she was. Then it came to her, and she swivelled her head to take in the room and see if Dante and Getz were still there. Her last memory was of both guys fucking her while she was sucking Zak off. The room was empty, but her arse was sore, and she remembered that she'd been double penetrated more than once in the night. Rose rubbed her wrists, they were also a little sore from where she had struggled against the cords. She tried to recollect how long they'd had her restrained, but couldn't remember. She knew Getz had been the first to do her arse, and he had her bent over the settee, but as for him untying her she had no memory.

She became aware that Zak's hand was cupping her mound and his finger tracing a circle around her slit.

"You ready to go again?" Zak was awake.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk, let alone fuck."

Zak withdrew his hand, snuggled into her, and hummed in her ear, "Maybe just as well. You have worn me out, and the other two were pretty bow-legged when they hobbled away in the small hours."

They lay together for a good while before Zak got up to shower. On his return, he hustled her out of bed, saying that he was starving and they needed to get down to breakfast. Rose realised she was also starving and dragged herself off to the shower.

The drive back to Liverpool was tense. Rose sat, reflecting on what she had allowed to happen, and wondered how much she should tell Graham. Zak must have sensed what she was feeling and drove in silence.