Friday Night at the Club Ch. 02

It's another busy friday night at 'The George' working men's club, and over in one relatively quiet corner a group of four old friends, John, Ray, Pete and Terry have just sat down together at their favourite booth and are having a cosy chat.

"Oh not that again." Pete's irritated response to John's latest outlandish claim is met with a confident remark from John, "Ah well... for them that thinks am making it up av got proof this time."

John had just started telling the group about one of his two visits this week, to married young mum Molly, when he was interrupted.

"Proof?" Ray, the oldest of the group at eighty years of age enquires, gazing with interest at John and leaning forward a little, resting his elbows on the table.

"All in good time... you'll see... anyway.. I were telling yer about that bird up tranmore road... Molly... met her week before... well... av ad her again... twice this week... once on monday and again yesterday... fuckin ell lads she can't get enough of me..."

John continues, giving his friends a detailed account of his amorous activities with the young lady in hushed tone, the three of them, although not really believing John, once more experience stirrings down below while listening to the juicy bits.

After revealing all, John then gets his mobile out and scrolls to the photos he took of Molly in her black lingerie, "Ere... av a gander at these... careful mind... watch out for folks walking past."

Carefully passing the phone first to Ray, John watches his friend's reaction while wearing a proud expression, "Bloody hell she's a beauty." Ray comments, his eyes as big as saucers.

"Ere... let's av a look." Terry, who's sat next to Ray impatiently requests, but Ray hasn't finished yet, he's still scrolling slowly through the explicit images.

"I took them on monday... that were just before we went upstairs to bedroom... she'll do owt for me... takes it up arse and everything... does anything I say." John boasts.

Ray nods while continuing to drool over Molly's pictures, his expression growing a lascivious grin as he gets to the last photo, a close up of her soaked fanny John took just after making her climax.

"Oh yeah... look at that." Ray stares at the image in a kind of trance for a few seconds until Terry's impatient urging prompts him to pass the phone along.

The process then repeats, Terry gazing lustily at the pictures while making awe struck comments. Eventually the phone ends up in Pete's hands, the most sceptical of them all he's quickly challenging the photo's authenticity.

"Very nice... yeah she's a peach alright... which porn site did you pull these off of?"

John angrily grabs his phone back off Pete and scrolls to one of the pictures where a paste table can be seen in the background, zooming in on the image reveals another detail, a step ladder leant against the wall just visible in the top right hand corner.

"There... can yer see?... that's my stuff for the papering I were doin... see?" He thrusts the phone back under Pete's nose, however, Pete stubbornly sticks to his guns and still isn't convinced, claiming the items could be in the picture coincidentally.

Pulling the phone away, John shows the zoomed in image to the other two while admitting some truths, "Look fellas... I know I've been a bit economical with the truth in the past but honestly... I'm not making this up."

Terry checks the picture out but just shrugs his shoulders, offering a patronising smile, "She is nice... but... well yer could have got them off the net couldn't yer."

Feeling angry and frustrated, kicking himself for not taking a selfie with Molly, John quickly realises it's his own fault for telling so many porkies in the past. However, he's about to be given a glimmer of hope as Terry passes the phone back to Ray.

The old fella puts on his glasses and scrutinises the photo, studying it for a good minute before speaking, "I don't know... I mean... it would have to be a big coincidence wouldn't it?... if John did get these from the Internet... for those things to be there in the background... and after he'd managed to find a picture of a girl matching the one he described to us all last week?"

Ray's words of wisdom cast doubt and soften the scornful looks of Pete and Terry. Being the oldest of the bunch and an old soldier, having served in the fusiliers most of his working life, means he's greatly respected by them all, and considered somewhat a father figure for their little group.

Ray hands the phone back to John while giving him a reassuring smile, the act of which prompts Pete to offer an olive branch, "Alright John... let's say your telling the truth... when you see this lass again get a selfie with her ok?... oh... and some more revealing photos for us."

This last part gets a, "Hear... hear." from Terry.

Pete extends an arm across the table, presenting his hand to shake, "Deal?" John, feeling good about himself with Ray on his side, leaves him hanging for a moment while he finishes off his pint in one, then slowly reaches and shakes hands, giving Pete a smug grin before replying, "Deal."

After shaking hands with Pete he does the same with Terry, "I won't let yer down boys." John adds, feeling confident that he can get Molly to do anything he wants.

With the bit of drama over the conversation returns to its default settings of politics and sport with a dash of medical issues.

Later that night, after the foursome of friends have split up and made their own ways home, all the worse for wear, John reflects on the evening while laid next to his sleeping wife in bed.

It had been a big success for John, with himself the focus of attention, which was exactly how he liked it. Although the two doubting Thomas's had been a pain, at least he'd Ray on his side. Of the three friends he felt the closest to Ray, a true gentleman, mild mannered and unassuming, it was hard to believe he'd been in the army.

And it was this fondness for Ray that gave rise to an idea in John's filthy mind, an idea that generated a good deal of excitement even through the beer haze.

He would keep it to himself for now, and then, when the time was right... a very special offer for his old friend.

**

The following friday afternoon...

Molly slowly begins to catch her breath, relaxing in the wake of a powerful climax, the trembles leaving her.

Laid in a hot bath, she stares up at the ceiling watching the steam as it rises, relief washing over her. Finally giving in to the urge that had been consuming her all that morning, an urge brought on by the knowledge that the intimate pictures John had been taking, were most likely for his friend Ray.

Withdrawing a hand from between her legs and slowly opening them again, it had been a big one, befitting of those intense daydreams she'd been having since tuesday.

John visited her that day, as well as thursday, a twice a week guy. She was sure that the randy old codger would visit more often if he could, but at seventy one he did well.

On both occasions explicit photos were taken of her, including a selfie of herself and John together. She hadn't enquired as to the purpose of these pictures, fearing another stern response from her masterful elder lover, but assumed they were for him to 'use' if he got the urge over the weekend, a time of the week when she couldn't see him.

This thought in itself proved highly arousing but during their time together this week, John had begun talking about a friend of his, an older man of eighty years called Ray.

John hadn't come out and said they were for him but there were vague hints, innuendo.

At first she was worried about the pictures, mainly due to the possibility of Chris somehow finding out, but soon reasoned that this was silly. How would the pictures get back to her husband? And why would John want to throw a spanner in the works and have the affair put at risk?

No, these 'naughty' photos would be looked after and just shared privately with this guy Ray.

The thought of Ray lusting over her naked body and perhaps masturbating while doing so, was just too much, leading to this afternoons bath... and playtime.

Eighty years old!... could he even still do anything at that age? Molly was becoming aroused once more thinking about these two dirty old men in possession of her intimate photos.

Deciding that once was enough for now, she pulled the plug and got up out the bath, trying to put erotic thoughts and memories of the past week to the back of her mind... it lasted approximately ten minutes, just enough time to get dried and dressed.

It seemed like she had been permanently aroused this week, wet spots on her panties gusset most days... thinking about him... and what they'd done together.

John is so unlike Chris, he doesn't ask he takes, takes control of her like Chris never would, his dominance proving quite the aphrodisiac.

He'd done things to her that she wouldn't let Chris do, John had put it in her bottom, twice since the previous week. It hurt initially, but during the second occasion Molly experienced a powerful climax, it just felt so good to be dominated.

She'd tried anal just once before with Chris when they were first going out and didn't like it, after letting him finish she made her feelings about the experience known, and Chris hadn't tried doing it again.

Swallowing while giving oral too, was something she just didn't do with hubby, until very recently that is, much to Chris's pleasant surprise.

After swallowing John's on three occasions since the affair began, Molly considered it only fair to do the same with Chris, out of a sense of loyalty but also she appeared to be developing a taste for the stuff, or at least, it was not as bad the more she did it.

The previous night, after making sure Toby was fast asleep, she'd made love with Chris and experienced a powerful orgasm, partly due to the twisted thoughts racing through her mind while her beloved enjoyed his wife... just like John had earlier that day.

Once Molly had recovered she went down on Chris and sucked him off, allowing him to come in her mouth despite his warnings of what was about to happen.

Although Chris was shall we say, rather delighted with the experience, he was also a little perplexed as to Molly's change in behaviour. She'd passed it off as wanting to try something new and made light of it, which seemed to satisfy hubby's curiosity.

However, Molly wasn't the only one exhibiting unusual behaviour...

Chris too, had undergone a subtle change which she couldn't quite put her finger on, something in the way he looked at her, and their lovemaking had become more intense of late.

Putting it down to work related stress, little did Molly know it at the time... but Chris was already aware of his wife's cheating.

**

"Well?... what do yer think?" John asked his friend Ray after leaving the club late on friday, the pair walking together to Ray's bus stop after an eventful and rewarding night together.

Finally, John had the acceptance of his doubting Thomas friends Pete and Terry, after providing definitive proof in the form of a selfie with the beautiful Molly, plus several other very explicit photos including one of the young lady sucking his cock.

Surprisingly, Pete, the most doubtful of their little group, had been gracious in defeat, apologising for not believing John and buying him a double of his favourite spirit drink, high commissioner whisky.

After sharing the photos he'd taken of Molly via Bluetooth to the others, John looked for an opportunity to ask his friend Ray an important question, and upon acquiring such a chance during a gents break as he stood next to the old soldier at the urinal stalls, John took the plunge and made his intimate proposal.

Unfortunately, Ray didn't have chance to reply because as soon as John had spoken another guy came in to relieve himself. And now, as he repeated his offer, John saw the same surprised, anxious expression from Ray.

"John... erm... I... I don't think so... I'm not..." Here Ray chuckles resignedly, before continuing, "... I'm not what I used to be... in that area... if you know what I mean?"

Ray went on to explain a predicament in hushed tone, that he was embarrassed about.

"It's not that I don't want to... I just can't... you know... get it up like I used to."

The reason for such a private topic between the two was John's earlier proposal, quite simply, he intended to share his good fortune regarding young Molly with all of his friends eventually, but had decided to give Ray, his favourite, first dibs, urging the old soldier to accompany him the next time he paid her a visit.

So confident that he had the young mum firmly under his control and could get her to do anything he wanted, John intended to get Ray on board first before notifying Molly of what was going to happen.

But now a snag arose, however, this was a problem which John had accounted for. It was obvious that Ray's advanced years may represent certain difficulties in certain areas, despite the old fella being very fit and healthy for his age, he looked after himself and walked miles every day.

So, having suffered from the same problem himself from time to time, John always carried some of the 'little blue pills' with him just in case.

Retrieving a full packet from his jacket pocket, John asks Ray a question he suspects he already knows the answer to, "Yer don't av any heart problems do yer?"

Ray shakes his head while gazing at what's in his friend's hand, "Are they..."

"Thought so... yer bloody fitter than me... yeh they are." John interrupts before passing them to Ray, "Ere... take one of these when yer get back... give it a good half hour and av another look at them photos of Molly... see what happens."

Ray takes the pills and thanks John just as they're getting to the bus stop, which is occupied with several other tipsy folk, making their way home after a skinful at various local establishments.

As it's not possible to continue their private chat, the pair of old friends part company with a request from John, "Remember... don't say owt to other two just yet... the offers just for you for now... oh... and let me know how yer get on."

A wink from Ray is his reply and he watches as John moves unsteadily off down the pavement, gone for another friday, unless they met in town perhaps during the week which was sometimes the case.

The four of them used to meet up more often but financial and family constraints dictated otherwise. The cost of drinking had skyrocketed, and often the others were tasked with babysitting duties. Not for him though, he had no close family nearby, his only daughter, Margaret, emigrated to australia when she was in her early twenties. She'd raised a family there and now Ray was a great grandfather.

The family paid him a visit every two or three years, staying in the country for a month or so.

The last time had been when his wife Ethel passed on three years ago. It had been easier for them to stay with him back then, when they'd the house. But for the last year Ray had been living in a small one bedroom bungalow, having sold the house, as that, and the garden, were proving too much for him.

And now, as the bus came into sight, he considered John's parting words...'let me know how you get on.'

Boarding the bus and showing the driver his bus pass, he sits down and while putting the pass back in his pocket brushes past the packet of little blue pills...

It was obvious what John was hinting at Ray doing when he got home, there was no shame in it, they all did it, 'it' was all most of them had these days. Ethel was gone, and the others had wives who were no longer interested in that kind of thing. For Ray, who's libido was greatly reduced these days, he still however, felt the urge on average once a week.

Net porn on his tablet provided the medium for relief, during private conversations he'd had with each of his three close friends independently, for it was not something discussed as a group, this was the case with them too.

But now John had proved that he really had acquired himself a bit on the side, this news, was significant, because the pictures that were now safely on Ray's phone meant so much more, for they were of a 'real' young lady.

Net porn provided a cheap thrill but the people he saw on the screen of his tablet cavorting together were anonymous. This young lady of John's had a name and a story, John had told them all about her... and this fact was going to make the experience all the better.

Then there was John's incredible offer, upon first hearing this very intimate proposal Ray had been understandably cautious. Having led a full life and enjoyed lots of exciting experiences, he had taken part in a threesome before as a young man during his army days, so he was not averse to sharing a woman with a friend.

The cause of his initial surprise and anxiety had been carefully explained to John, but now a new problem arose... he was daring to hope.

As Ray's bus pulled over and stopped at the top of his street, he thanked the driver and began walking the short distance home, his mind working overtime.

Ray had heard of the little blue pill before of course, but never had need to use them. Ethel, although going off sex in her later years, always still made sure he was happy in that department, doing him little favours when the urge arose.

Then when she became ill with cancer, he resorted to his trusty old right hand, this being the case ever since.

For a long while however, although still being able to climax, he was having difficulty getting properly hard... and now... presented with this amazing opportunity... if.

If, the little word with the big consequences. If the pill worked, then it was likely he would take John up on the offer, at his age it would probably be his last chance for some real excitement.

Arriving back at home Ray unlocks the door and goes inside, closing and locking it after him.

He has one thing on his mind and quickly sets about the task, in hand. Taking one of the blue pills John gave him, he then goes through his nightly routine, giving the medicine time to work.

A little light supper of cheese on toast to soak up the booze and hopefully prevent hangovers, after which teeth are brushed etc.

Retiring to the bedroom, Ray places the mobile phone down on a bedside table and sheds his clothes before gazing at himself in the door mirror. Shorter than the others at 5'9", he still possessed some semblance of a once impressive physique. The six pack had unfortunately disappeared, but the broad powerful shoulders and muscular arms could still be defined.

The group of friends sometimes had arm wrestles and despite his age, Ray always won. He had been the barracks champion for a little while, what seemed like roughly... two million years ago.

His abundance of body hair, which was now silver grey, had earned Ray the nickname of 'stig' with reference to a character in a delightful children's book called 'stig of the dump', in which a young boy discovers and befriends a cave man living in a local chalk pit.

Moving lower, Ray's focus settles upon his manhood, 'not exactly a prize winner.' He thought, his circumcised cock hung down about three inches and was flaccid, so, nothing thus far regarding magic pills.

Ray pushes back apprehensive thoughts of the drug not working by looking at his watch and reassuring himself that it's only been around twenty minutes since taking the viagra, John recommended at least half an hour.

Shrugging doubt off he slips naked under the cool sheets of the single bed, feeling a brief shiver pass through him. He usually slept in the nude except for during winter, now late september it wouldn't be long before the pyjamas and hot water bottle would be employed.

Retrieving his mobile after making sure he has tissues close to hand, Ray begins looking over the twenty or so photos that have accumulated of Molly during John's visits these past few weeks.

Gazing at the beautiful young mum instantly gets his heart racing, and evokes stirrings from below. Since beginning to rediscover solo time years earlier, Ray had always preferred porn video clips to still pictures, however, the knowledge that Molly was a 'real' young lady with whom he had a chance of meeting, made these particular still pictures all the more special.

Ray stared fervently at the photos as he played with himself, slowly scrolling through them until coming to a stop at the one where she's sucking John's cock... concentrating on her eyes.

It's clear Molly is enjoying what she's doing, that look in her gaze is unmistakable, he can almost feel her tongue...

Suddenly startled out of his imaginings by noticing how hard he's getting, Ray lets go his cock and quickly pulls the bedcovers down, hurriedly seeking visual confirmation, as though fearing his senses have somehow deceived him. Grasping hold of himself once more he gazes down at his first hard erection in a long while, relief washes over and he whispers to himself, "Oh thank god for that."

Excitement suddenly floods Ray's mind as one realisation is quickly followed by another, Molly... could soon be his.

Concentrating his focus back on the image of her, Ray fervently stares at her eyes, enjoying his renewed ability. And it's not long before his hand speeds up and toes begin to curl, a gasp, warm fluid running over aged fingers...

Suffice to say the pills are a resounding success.

Ray is so pleased and excited he wants to phone John shortly after cleaning himself up, but realises he will probably be asleep.

No matter, it could wait for now. Before he switches his phone off and goes to sleep, feeling pleasantly tired with the booze and the recent fulfilling release, Ray gazes once more upon the image of pretty young Molly, "Night night sweetheart... hope to see you soon."

And with these quiet words, he turns the phone off, lays his head down upon the pillow and is soon fast asleep.

**

Ray informed John the following morning that the pill had worked and also of his decision to take him up on his generous offer and accompany John the next time he visited Molly.

John was thrilled that his friend could now share the good fortune that he'd been enjoying with the young mum. The next part was to inform her of what was going to happen.

Here, John took a risk, pushing his dominance and testing Molly's submissive nature by telling her via phone. First in a text, asking if she was alone and could speak secretly, then when that was confirmed he called her and casually told her that on monday he would be bringing a friend.

It just so happened that Chris had taken Toby to the local park on saturday morning when John texted, Molly, initially surprised and feeling a rush of excitement at her lover's unexpected message, was left almost speechless by the subsequent conversation in which John told her Ray would be joining them on monday morning, adding that the photos he'd taken of Molly were for his friend and that Ray was eager to see her in the flesh.

"He's in love with yer pet... can't wait to meet yer."

John's fervent tone can be clearly heard in his suggestive words, and at first Molly is too shocked to reply, leaving a long pause which has John asking if she's alright.

"Erm... yes... yes I'm ok... erm... you mean Ray is coming here with you... to... to do that with me?" The words leaving her mouth are scarcely more than a whisper, drowned out by the thumping noise of heartbeat in her ears.

"Got it in one darlin... yer gunna av two cocks to play with... how does that grab yer?"

Swallowing, her throat feeling dry and tight, she tells John that she's never done anything like that before and is nervous.

But John just laughs her concerns off, telling her not to worry, that Ray is a gentleman, and the pair of them will look after her, adding, "I know you'll do fine... and won't disappoint Ray... or me... understood?"

This last part is spoken with a commanding tone, one which Molly has become accustomed to over these past few weeks... and addicted to.

Unable to resist she meekly confirms her compliance with a quiet, "Yes." With this John ends the call, after telling her to wear something sexy, and saying he's looking forward to seeing her on monday morning.

She puts the phone down, her heart racing, apprehension filling her being. What had started out as a normal saturday morning had suddenly and dramatically changed in the space of just a moment... giving Molly an awful lot to contemplate over the weekend.

End of chapter 2.