Friday Night at the Club Ch. 03

Standing in the bedroom gazing at her reflection in the wardrobe mirror, Molly puts the finishing touches to her look this monday morning.

Brushing her hair and then applying a little lipstick, she stands back taking in a final glance before needing to head downstairs.

For this mornings special appointment with her elder lover John and his friend Ray, she's chosen white lingerie, stockings etc, under a short blue sleeveless dress.

"What am I doing?" She asks of herself, but the reflection does not reply. Deciding she's done enough to satisfy John's request to 'dress sexy', Molly wanders off out the room, across the landing and descends the stairs... feeling sick to her stomach.

What indeed was she doing? The question was pointless of course because deep down, underneath all the anxiety, there lurked the reason for her actions this morning... the most intense excitement she'd ever felt.

When John had been taking intimate photos of her the previous week, she knew they were probably for his friend Ray, that had been exciting enough, but now...

The thoughts and images that had filled her mind all weekend had kept her up at night... what would it be like?... with two?

Two dirty old men, touching her, using her as they pleased...

Trying hard to concentrate on 'normal' thoughts she enters the kitchen and puts the kettle on for a cuppa, having recently got back from taking Toby to school it feels so strange to be dressed like she is, it's as though she's going out somewhere special.

Although there's little doubt she would raise a few eyebrows dressed like a tart somewhere nice, her stocking tops are almost showing and she's revealing a lot of cleavage due to the plunging neckline of the dress.

Chris had bought it for her years ago and she'd only worn it once, deciding it was too revealing it had been at the back of the wardrobe ever since. Having put on weight over the years it was a little tight, clinging to her curves, but that would only please John and his friend more.

John... and his friend...

Molly closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, "Oh my god... what am I doing?" Her whispered words are drowned out by the kettle beginning to boil.

Concentrating hard on not panicking, she fights back anxious thoughts while making a cup of tea, noting while doing so her hand trembling.

Reassuring herself that it will be alright once they're here, it was like this with John, before he arrived she always had the butterflies in her tummy.

And then once they got going, so to speak, things were just fine. More than fine, being used by John was fucking incredible, the most exciting experience of her life. Over the past few weeks she had become addicted to his cock... the cock of another man.

That was part of the thrill of course, John was not her husband. And now, he was bringing a stranger, 'two cocks to play with' as he'd put it.

Molly walked through to the lounge on legs that felt wobbly, sitting down didn't feel right, she was pumped with too much adrenaline, so she stood and sipped her tea... and waited.

Fortunately she didn't have long to wait, as just a moment later there came a knock at the door, the sound of which although expected, make Molly jump out her skin, spilling the tea over herself.

"Shit!" She exclaimed, running first to the kitchen to hold a scalded hand under a cold tap before going to the door, her heart hammering away, answering it just after a second knock.

There to greet her is John, grinning broadly, standing at his side is a clearly older man, he's bald, clean shaven, slimmer and shorter than her lover, Ray is smiling warmly and Molly is immediately drawn to his kind, dark eyes.

She manages a nervous smile back and a quiet, "Come on in."

Standing back and allowing the two men entry, she then closes and locks the door before leading them into the lounge... feeling hungry eyes following behind.

Once inside with the trio standing, John introduces his old friend, "Molly... this is my good friend Ray."

Ray approaches holding out a hand, taking Molly's offered hand the couple shake while exchanging greetings. John watches, beaming with pride as the two become acquainted, Ray, full of charm, commenting on how pretty Molly is and making her blush.

The old soldier can see she's nervous and so reassures as they let go hands, "Don't you go worrying yourself about me dear... I don't bite... I'm harmless you'll see."

On hearing this John chimes in too, "Av told her already... we'll take good care of yer... no need to panic."

Here, John motions for his friend to sit down on the sofa, whereupon he joins Ray and begins praising Molly for her choice of clothing.

"Just stand there so we can av a good look at yer... oh my girl... yer look amazing in that dress..." he pauses to briefly glance at Ray, "... what did a tell yer... she's a bobby-dazzler isn't she?"

She watches as Ray nods in agreement before piling on the charm, "She certainly is... the photos don't do her justice... I love the way the material hugs your beautiful figure Molly... and the colour compliments your eyes perfectly."

Theres a pause here where both men gaze hungrily at her, she can feel them mentally undressing her, the sensation... exhilarating.

Seeing her blushing with embarrassment and excitement, John can't resist a tease... a little hors-d'oeuvre.

"Go on then Molly... pull yer dress up a bit... let's see yer stocking tops."

Molly swallows, her throat feeling tight, she gives out a nervous laugh but doesn't falter in her obedience, lifting the hem of the dress up and showing the boys a good deal more of her silky smooth, stocking clad legs.

"Wahey!" John almost shouts enthusiastically, nudging Ray in the process, "What about that then eh?"

"Oh yeah... very nice." Ray comments, while gazing lasciviously at the young ladies legs.

Here John turns to his friend and proudly boasts, "She'll do owt I say... obedient little minx." Turning back to Molly with a confident grin he asks, "Won't yer pet?"

Molly doesn't reply at first, just stands there holding the dress, nervous excitement striking her dumb, she can feel herself trembling.

"Well?" John pushes, the grin beginning to fade, a stern look showing through and prompting Molly to respond with a faint, "Yes."

John's grin makes a comeback and he nudges Ray once more, glancing at him, "See... I told yer."

Returning his gaze to young Molly, he gives praise, "Good girl... now... why don't you start by making me and my friend here a brew... I'd like a coffee... white... two sugars... what would you like Ray?"

Ray gives his order of tea to Molly, who promptly excuses herself, lowering her dress and heading off to the kitchen.

While Molly is absent, John proudly reiterates that the young mum really will do anything he says, boasting that she will get down on her knees and suck Ray's cock at his command. Ray, recognising that John is showing off, is nonetheless thrilled with what lies ahead for him this morning.

However, he changes the subject to a matter that has been worrying him... the husband. They are in this guy's house with his wife, the pair of them. Coming from a military background he needs to know they have a plan if Chris unexpectedly returns.

John however, plays his friend's concerns down, confidently assuring that Molly told him her hubby has never once returned home from work unexpectedly. Seeing the doubtful look on Ray's face, he adds that if somehow it were to happen then they could make their escape via the back door, garden and gate.

"We're fine honestly... av been coming here for weeks... not even seen any neighbours yet... and we parked in the next street like yer said... don't worry... just relax and enjoy yourself... yer did take yer pill didn't yer?"

Ray, feeling better now he knows they have an escape option, nods to John's question, "Took it before we set off."

"Good." John replies, "This one gets a bit wild if yer know what I mean... it's weird cause she's really shy at first... reluctant even... but once yer get her goin... hold on tight." John chuckles, partly at the look of excited fascination on Ray's face, and partly his memories of how aroused the young lady becomes.

While John continues to divulge more personal information regarding Molly's amorous habits, to Ray's eager ears, Molly is focused firmly on her first impressions of the newcomer.

During their initial time together she noticed that Ray rarely took his eyes off her, unlike John, who's gaze kept flitting to and fro between her and his friend.

It's obvious John is flaunting his dominance over her, and Molly is enjoying showing Ray how compliant she is, the wet spot in her panties all too evident.

Anticipation and nervous excitement are combining to create a perfect storm of arousal, and Molly is finding it difficult to concentrate on even the most basic of tasks, having got the tea and coffee mixtures wrong once already, she closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths before trying again, this time getting it right she gathers a cup in each hand and wanders back through to the lounge... and awaiting eyes.

Walking up to Ray first, smiling nervously while handing him the cup.

The old fella smiles warmly back and thanks her, taking a sip while she hands John his, "Thanks sweetheart... why don't you av a seat over there... yeah that's it."

John indicates a sofa chair directly opposite the two friends and Molly sits down, positioned a little awkwardly on the edge of the chair, hands on her knees legs together.

"No no... not like that... come on pet relax... it's just me and Ray we're not gunna bite... sit back and cross your legs."

She does as told, eliciting a fervent response from both boys. In this position her dress has rode up and she's revealing a lot of stockinged leg, lighting up the faces of John and Ray.

"Yeah that's better... now... uncross and cross them again... slowly."

Again Molly obeys, feeling a little silly but mostly excited, watching the boys reaction as she flashes her panties.

"Oh yeah... did yer see that?" John asks Ray, both men's faces a picture of excited fascination. Molly watches as Ray nods, his gaze focused on her legs... she can feel the dampness in her crotch growing.

Asking her to perform the action several more times, John jokes with Ray that they could never grow tired of this, the two men having a good chuckle.

After a moment of flashing her damp panties at the randy pair, she's asked to cease, and while they sip their drinks a casual conversation is started by John, as he tells Molly a little about Ray.

"Ray's really been looking forward to seeing yer... he's a veteran yer know?.. old soldier... used to be in fusiliers didn't yer Ray?"

Here Ray tells Molly a little about his past as a soldier, when he joined the army, why, where he served etc.

Molly nods and asks the odd question, relaxing now that the heat is off her, at least temporarily. But it's a short diversion as John soon brings her back into the focus by considerately explaining how Ray lost his beloved wife several years ago... and has been on his own since.

"He hasn't kissesd a woman in a long time... av yer Ray?"

Ray shakes his head, his eyes never leaving Molly's. 'Here we go... this is it.' A voice from within her advises. Molly's heart moves up a gear and she takes another sip from her cup, almost expecting to hear a hiss, throat feeling so dry and hot.

John continues, beginning to grin while revealing to Molly that he's told his friend what a good kisser she is, glancing at Ray then back to her, John says, "Why don't you come on over ere darlin... show Ray what I mean."

Molly doesn't hesitate, getting up out the chair, her heart thumping in her ears. As she nears the sofa John moves over a little to make room then has a suggestion, "Eh Molly... be nice if yer sit in his lap... go on."

He motions for her to sit down on Ray, grinning lasciviously. The old fella welcomes Molly with an arm around her waist as she makes herself comfy in his lap. Almost immediately the odd couple begin kissing, soft and closed mouthed initially. The sound of smacking lips mixes with John's approving comments, for it appears that he's enjoying the spectacle almost as much as they are.

For Ray, the experience of having young Molly in his lap, to feel her soft lips upon his, to inhale her sweet scent... it is sublime.

It's been such a long time for him, and he never imagined being able to kiss a woman in this way again, certainly not one as young and pretty as Molly... already there are stirrings from below.

Within Molly's mind there are strong emotions at play, a tidal wave of excitement bowls her over. To be kissing this new man, who is not much more than a stranger is electrifying, and being watched by John brings a thrilling aspect to the experience.

Breaking away for a brief moment the couple gaze into one another's eyes, as with John there is chemistry here, but whereas John's special quality lies in his ability to dominate, for Molly, Ray has an old grandpa type of charm, coupled with his respected military past makes him particularly endearing to the young lady... and attractive.

"Oooh... now there's a look." Interrupted by their one man audience, John's brief distraction says it all and the couple both glance at him with a knowing grin, but John doesn't pause them for long and they're soon smooching again, this time deeper, more meaningful, open mouthed kissing replaces those first tentative steps.

"Oh yeah... that's more like it." John's approving comment adds fuel to the fires already burning in these two. Molly's nerves are all but forgotten and Ray's old heart is beating fifty to the dozen as his tongue slips and slides against the young ladies. Molly cradles Ray's face in her hands, while his begin to wander as the passion rapidly increases.

The sensation of Ray's hand on her left boob, gently caressing, is suddenly joined by another more forceful grope on her right, startled she breaks away from Ray and makes eye contact with John who's moved closer to the couple and is reaching out, his large hand grasping her bosom.

Seeing the look in her eyes, prompts John to comment, "Yeah that's the look alright... yer like it don't yer Molly?.. cheatin on hubby?.. oh av seen that look before... and with two old buggers now... eh?"

Molly, a little out of breath, her face flushed from the recent kissing, slowly nods. But this is insufficient to satisfy John's greedy dominance, and he quickly demands Molly's verbal confirmation.

There's a little hesitance from the young lady, and then a quiet, "Yes." Followed by more, "Yes... I love it."

On hearing this John grows a smug grin, before continuing, "Yeah I know yer do... like being told what to do as well... don't yer?"

Again Molly replies with a quiet, "Yes."

Here, John glances at his friend and confidently boasts, "See what I mean... obedient."

Letting go her breast, John now gives Molly a command, "Molly... stand up and take that frock off... let's av a proper look at yer."

She eagerly obeys, and the boys quickly find themselves staring at the erotic sight of Molly in pure white lingerie. Ray's eyes are as big as saucers, the last time he saw a woman dressed like this in the flesh was decades ago, he really can't quite believe what's happening, this morning has developed a surreal, dream like quality.

Next, John orders Molly onto her knees and has her crawl up and down the lounge, past the boys over and over, until John again quips that they could never grow tired of this.

For her next task Molly is required to stand up and while facing away from them, touch her toes, going up and down repeatedly while being ogled by the pair of randy old codgers.

And it's at this point that Molly's level of arousal gets noticed, John commenting to Ray about the visible wet patch on her panties, "See that?" Ray nods, his focus transfixed on the young ladies ample, rounded cheeks as she goes up and down.

"Gettin nice and ripe now... she'll be begging for it soon you'll see."

After another couple of toe touches, things are moved up a notch by john commanding the young lady to remove her bra and inviting her take a seat back in his friend's lap.

The old fella almost goes cross eyed as Molly's impressive 36DD bust comes to rest just inches from his face, wobbling a little as she settles once more onto his thighs.

"Now that's what I call a nice rack... just look at those beauties."

Ray doesn't answer, he's momentarily struck dumb by the delicious sight before him.

John chuckles, nudging his friend out of the trance, Ray looks around, his eyes still wide, "Go on then... av a go on em... what's mine is yours."

Ray nods a little hesitantly, still half expecting to suddenly wake up alone in his bed to find this was all a dream, turning back to Molly he briefly glances up at her expectant expression, before taking her left nipple into his mouth and sucking.

Molly gasps and begins to emit soft moans as Ray tucks in, he's gentle initially but soon gets carried away sucking harder, tongue beginning to flick back and forth, she gazes down stroking Ray's bald head, noting that his eyes are closed, he's obviously relishing the experience... as is she.

"Yeah that's it... give em a good going over." John enthusiastically comments, watching intently. Although Ray has taken part in a threesome before many years ago, it's John's first and he's very much enjoying the spectacle of his friend and his bit on the side together.

After a moment of watching he's unable to resist joining in anymore, and moves up close to the amorous couple, helping himself to her right nipple, stood out hard and erect indicating the young mum's high level of arousal.

Molly's soft moans are soon joined by gasped words of exclamation as the wonderful sensations wafting up from sensitive nips fill her mind. She rests a hand on John's head, stroking gently, hardly able to believe what's happening this morning, just an hour earlier she'd been chatting with a friend outside Toby's school while they waited for the kids to go in... such an innocent scene... and now look at what she was doing... a willing slut for not just one but two dirty old men.

What would her friend say if she knew what was going on? What would Chris say? Do?

Somehow that last thought doesn't bring guilt, instead a sudden flash of possibility darted across the dark side of Molly's mind, for the briefest of moments an image of her hubby watching them, erect cock in hand, feverish expression, eyes full of fervent desire. Instead of being angry or devastated, Chris is egging the two men on... he's enjoying it.

Then the fantasy is gone and Molly is staring down at the two hungry men devouring her bosoms. They keep suckling for several moments before coming up for air, their faces red and sweaty... a look of happy satisfaction.

The pair glance at each other, grins forming, then they break into chuckles before John comments, "Ain't life grand!"

Ray eagerly nods, replying, "Oh yeah... certainly is."

Altering their focus to Molly, her countenance flushed red from the recent activity, without prompting she turns to Ray and lowers her head, giving him a slow sensual kiss.

The act smoulders, Molly allowing all the passion and desire she's feeling to show through, temporarily stunning both men.

John watches intently, feeling the erection in his underpants getting harder, finding the sight of Molly kissing Ray, very erotic, he'd no idea watching could be so much fun.

"Oh yeah!" He enthuses, "I think she likes you old buddy."

Breaking away on hearing John's voice, and once more needing no prompting, Molly dives straight in and plants her lips firmly on John's, giving him the same treatment as Ray.

It's now his turn to observe, the spectacle of friend kissing the girl in his lap evoking memories of long ago, the firm erection he's feeling down below under Molly's leg, giving confidence.

Breaking away, John and Molly gaze into one another's eyes briefly... a serious look that conveys so much lust. Presently, John tears his eyes away from her to glance at Ray and asks him if 'it' is alright? Briefly lowering his gaze in the process.

Knowing immediately what 'it' he's referring to, Ray nods and replies with a confident, "Yes... very much so."

On hearing this Molly joins in, adding in her soft, sexy voice, that she can vouch for that... Ray's hard on has been pressing into her upper thigh for several moments.

Molly's light hearted comment is proof that her initial nerves are over with, and a red flag to a bull for John, who now has a new task for the young mum, moving things up a notch.

After sharing a chuckle with her and Ray, he orders Molly onto her knees between the two friends, "That's a good girl... now... unzip Ray and get it out... show him how much you appreciate your elders."

Ray gazes down at Molly as she instantly gets to work unzipping his fly and reaching inside with slender, agile fingers, eagerly slipping into underpants and grasping hold of his erection.

Withdrawing Ray's hard cock, Molly stares at it for a brief moment before glancing up at the two men intently watching her, without any more prompting she then goes straight in, taking Ray's eighty year old hard-on into her mouth.

"Oh... oh god." The old fella's words are slightly distorted by a simultaneous gasp. His hands go for Molly's head and gnarled, aged fingers, twisted somewhat with arthritis, begin to play with long strands of chestnut hair.

"Oh yeah... fuckin ell look at that!" John exclaims, staring at what Molly is doing to his long time friend. On hearing his voice her eyes meet his, conveying all the lust currently coursing through her, it is a look of such intensity that John will find himself, later that week, masturbating to the memory of... such an impression it makes upon the man.

After showing his friend a flash of her eyes Molly focuses attention on the old fella, making that all important eye contact while her tongue investigates the newcomer.

He's not as long as John, and circumcised, the helmet being large with a flared hood. Taking him out briefly to lick along the length, she guesses that Ray is about the same length as her hubby and notes a very defined colour difference between the head and shaft, with the head being a pronounced pink while the shaft is almost a light brown.

Taking it back into her mouth she wriggles her tongue around the sensitive underside, the way Chris and John like it, the action eliciting a similar response from Ray in the form of a gasp and exclamation, although he falls short of cursing.

"She's doing that thing with her tongue isn't she?" Watching Ray as he nods to John's enthusiastic question, Molly notes that the old fella is red faced, a little out of breath, and gazing back at her intently, his kind eyes full of passion.

However, she's soon distracted from this kindly old grandpa by John's next actions, he's unzipping his trousers fly and beginning to fish his erection out...

"Bloody hell!" Ray exclaims, glancing at the large appendage John pulls out his underpants.

"What?" John's asks, beginning to grin.

Ray grins back, replying, "You lucky bastard."

John offers a little chuckle at his friend's comment, then has some words for the young lady knelt between them, "Ere lass... get yer laughin gear round this."

A moment later John is puffing and blowing like Ray before him, his face a similar crimson, as Molly tucks in. She gazes intently up into his eyes wriggling her tongue while lazily using her hand on Ray...'two cocks to play with'... although fantasising about this all weekend, the reality is far more exciting than her imagination could ever provide.

Once she has John cursing she swaps over and works Ray up before repeating the process, all the while being goaded by John, who calls her their, 'little slut' and gets her to admit that she loves being used while oblivious hubby is hard at work.

After several more moments of oral stimulation, Ray, not being used to this kind of treatment, makes it known that he needs a rest as he won't last much longer.

Chuckling at his friend's happy predicament, John asks Molly to cease what she's doing, then has an important question for her.

"Right young lady... are yer ready to be fucked?"

There's a little hesitation but Molly replies with a quiet, "Yes."

"Yes what?" John pushes, beginning to grin smugly.

This time there's no hesitance and she replies in a louder voice, "Yes please."

"Told yer didn't I?" John glances at Ray, and the two exchange knowing looks.

Turning back to Molly he places a hand on the side of her face, gently stroking in silence for a moment, the pair gaze into one another's eyes before John begins speaking again. "That's a good girl... now... stand up... and get yer arse up them stairs... that's it."

Molly immediately obeys and the two men get up off the sofa to follow, not bothering to put themselves away, their stiff cocks wobbling to and fro with each step.

Entering the bedroom a moment later, John closes the door behind them and orders Molly to remove her panties and give them to Ray.

John already has a pair of his own he took from Molly the previous week, he sees the act as symbolic, the young lady giving him a personal item as a way of handing over control of her... to him.

Ray thanks her and promptly pockets the tiny, damp garment.

Next, she's ordered onto the bed, lying on her back legs spread, whereupon John says to his friend, "Go on then old lad... she's all yours."

For a moment the situation seems to stun Ray, the sight of this beauty laid on the bed before him in such a revealing position, proving quite profound.

However, he soon comes around from his trance like state and quickly begins undressing. As Ray rapidly becomes naked, Molly's eyes wander over his body, Chris doesn't have much body hair so the old man before her is a complete contrast. As well as Ray's abundance of hair Molly's curious gaze settles on his groin, her eyes focusing on not just his erect cock but also the large nut sack hanging below, although not as long as John he's certainly bigger in that department.

As soon as he's naked Ray moves onto the bed, crawling up to Molly and laying down on top of her whereupon the couple begin kissing, slow, deep and sensual.

Molly can feel his cock nudging her moist entrance but he doesn't attempt to enter. He feels so different from Chris, and John, the amount of hair giving the experience an almost animalistic quality, appealing to the darker side of Molly's mind. During the oral session downstairs she'd become very aroused, and now just so badly wanted to be penetrated. She tries to encourage Ray by moving against him, little movements up and down, rubbing her hungry slit upon his erection, but all this succeeds in doing is increasing her need.

Unbeknown to Molly, Ray has no intention of rushing things, for all he knows this might be his only time with her... and he intends to relish the experience.

Breaking away from her mouth, he begins moving slowly down her body, kissing along the way. John watches the couple as he undresses, then sits on a chair near the bed gently wanking himself. This has turned out better than he imagined, watching certainly has its merits.

Ray eventually reaches Molly's ginger bush and he tucks in with fervour, devouring his first cunny in a very long time.

Molly's soft moans of delight as Ray was kissing his way down her body, quickly turn louder and are accompanied by the occasional foul mouthed exclamation, her hands dropping between her legs to Ray's bald head and holding him there.

For Ray, to hear Molly curse sounds so strange, and exciting. It is distorted somewhat by her heavy breathing but still audible. During their morning together she'd been going through a change, from the shy, nervous young lady that had handed him his tea not long ago, to the wanton, lust crazed slut that he was now licking out...'this one gets a bit wild' as John had mentioned earlier... and he wasn't joking.

Her cries and moans spur Ray on and he concentrates his writhing tongue on her swollen clit while sinking a finger into silky moist heat.

Almost immediately Molly cries out and bucks underneath him, her hands squashing Ray's face into her sex as she succumbs to a powerful climax, amid fervent words from John.

Warm liquid flows over Ray's tongue, gushing into his face, and Molly's thighs clamp down hard over his head in a vice like grip as her orgasm rips through her. For a moment he can't breathe, but the panic soon passes as Molly's grip slowly loosens, replaced by the trembles.

Emerging from between her legs, Ray is met with the sound of applause and excited comments from John, congratulating him on making her gush.

John then passes the old fella some tissue to wipe his face with as he's covered in her juices. Gazing down at Molly while cleaning himself, Ray notes the young lady is still breathing heavily and her neck, face and shoulders are flushed red, glancing between her legs reveals the awesome sight of her soaking fanny, the little hair she has down there is matted with juices and it's created a damp patch on the bed cover below.

"Oh yeah look at that!" John further exclaims, staring between Molly's legs, for both men the sight is so alluring but this is where the difference between the two friends becomes evident, sensing what's coming Molly instinctively draws her knees up and together, she's too tender down there, at least for a moment or two.

But despite strong urges from John to jump straight back on the young lady, and, 'Get stuck in.' Ray is more understanding, choosing instead to lay by her side, caressing the young ladies breasts and just enjoying her closeness while she recovers.

For Molly, it's the perfect way to calm down after such an intense climax, John would have just fucked her regardless, which did have its own merits. But she prefers Ray's approach, at least for today, the old man's patience paying off as after just a few moments she's ready to feel him inside her for the first time, whispering into his ear that she wants him.

John watches, a little frustrated that they've waisted good fucking time, but feeling excited once more as Molly opens her legs for his friend to slip between.

She gasps as he pushes inside, gazing up into his eyes while he holds still for a moment, relishing the sensation. She runs her fingers through the hair on his back, using sharp nails to gently scratch at the same time as giving him a squeeze down below, egging the old fella on.

He gets the message and slowly begins to fuck her, pushing deep on every in stroke. The couple start to kiss as Ray builds up a steady rhythm, a slick, wet noise is heard coming from between them, accompanied by nasal breathing... and John's excited comments in the background.

"Oh yes!... you two... yer look so fuckin good together... oh god this is so hot."

John enthuses, giving the amorous couple his full attention while continuing to stroke his swollen, stiff cock.

For the next several moments Ray steadily fucks Molly while they continue to kiss, however, like before in the lounge, he begins to feel the urge to climax and has to back off if he's going to make it last. The feel of her gorgeous body beneath him, and the firm grip she offers his cock is just too much for someone who's been used to solo time for so long.

Breaking their kiss, Ray ceases humping, leaving it burrowed deep in her while he takes a breather.

"You alright?" Molly quietly asks while gazing up at him, he's out of breath, red faced and suddenly looks all of his eighty years and then some. Nodding, he then announces to both, glancing at John on his left, that he needs a little rest.

"Don't want to go off... too early... bit... bit out of... practice you know?"

Beginning to reluctantly get up off her, Ray tells John to take over while he rests and has a turn at watching.

John doesn't hesitate, he's worked up quite an appetite observing the amorous couple and is on the bed with Molly before Ray has a chance to stand up.

"Get on yer knees." His barked order is immediately obeyed, Molly getting up off her back and assuming an all fours position, fingers of both hands clutching the bed cover in readiness.

A loud cracking noise suddenly startles Ray as he seats himself in the chair, the sound is soon followed by another, and another. John is spanking the young lady, and although she winces at each stroke, the passion in her eyes is all too evident.

Sitting facing the couple, Ray is privy to Molly's facial expressions, and he can see that even though the treatment looks harsh... she's loving it.

After a good spanking John roughly enters her and begins hard, deep thrusting, causing Molly's ample bosoms to shake and swing.

What follows is a prolonged coupling, in which John, despite his portly build, shows his stamina, eventually bringing the young mum to a noisy, dramatic climax.

Ray sits watching with awestruck fascination, gently wanking to the erotic sight and sounds just feet away. At the critical moment John grasps Molly's hair and tugs, pulling her head back.

Ray watches as her passionate cursing gives way to a silent scream, and Molly closes her eyes. For a moment she's frozen in time, still and quiet, then as it passes she trembles all over.

Slowly opening her eyes amid John's vulgar commentary, she gazes at Ray with a look of pure satisfaction, "Oh yeah... that was a trembler alright... no squirting but I am wet back here." John proclaims, grinning triumphantly at Ray, letting go her hair and briefly lowering himself, kissing her neck, "Aren't I sweetheart?"

Molly turns her head to one side and briefly closes her eyes as John kisses her face, opening again to look back at Ray she replies with a simple, "Yes." While wearing a wicked grin, obviously relishing her role as a slut for two old men.

Straightening back up, John thrusts hard into her several more times causing her body to shake, Molly winces a little but the grin remains.

John slows to stare down at his glistening member sliding in and out, "Oh yeah... nice and soggy back here." He reiterates matter of factly, before looking up at Ray, "You feeling alright now old buddy?... wanna come back?"

Ray nods and begins to get up, "Heads or tails?" John's question is a good one, but the sight of Molly's pretty face and inviting lips are hard to resist.

Ray doesn't reply verbally but instead answers with his actions, getting to the bed he crawls up to the young ladies head and presents his erection to her, whereupon it is eagerly gobbled up.

"Aaahhhh... oh yeah... mmmm." Ray gasps and moans, looking down at Molly sucking his cock, she's still for a moment but soon begins to shake as John resumes steady thrusting.

Molly's mind is alive with this exciting new sensation, two cocks to play with, one in her mouth and one deep inside her fanny, swamping her senses with eroticism.

From behind, the larger dominant man grasps her hips firmly, pushing in deep with each stroke, he's so long she feels him bump her occasionally, she can feel her juices running down her thighs from the recent climax, and John's boastful comments to Ray fill her ears, stoking her submissive nature.

Meanwhile... up front the more passive Ray... she can taste her own juices on his old cock, feel him gently thrusting, his hands playing with her hair. Lifting her right hand off the bed she explores Ray's large sack, caressing with curious fingers until a loud crack just above startles her, quickly dismissed as a 'high five' between the boys she continues to massage and toy with her fingers, while John and Ray swap comments on how good she feels.

Ray pulls his hand back, the slight sting from John's high five quickly fading. The way he talks about Molly, as though she's not here and is property rather than a real person, is obviously degrading to the young lady, but Ray instinctively knows she's enjoying it, like being referred to as, 'Our little fuck tart.' and hearing John boasting that she'll do anything he wants her to.

Ray had met submissive women before, but none more so than this beautiful young lady, John sure had found a gold mine with her.

But Molly's willing nature wasn't the only thing on Ray's mind at that moment, his natural urges where upon him once more, balls beginning to boil. Molly is very good at oral, and now with her hand on his scrotum too... those little prickles from her sharp nails are driving him to the edge quickly.

Realising he must do something soon, Ray gently pulls away, leaving Molly gazing questioningly up at him and John asking if he's ok?

Panting a little, he quickly explains his predicament.

John replies, "Hey don't apologise... this one's a cum queen... you wanna do it?... do it anywhere yer want... cunt... mouth... arse... in her face... between her tits... you decide old buddy."

Gazing down at Molly, Ray cannot decide so leaves the option to her.

"Well?" John prompts her, "Go on then pet... Ray's gunna spunk yer now... where yer want it?"

Without hesitation Molly turns to aim her choice towards John's position, "I'd like him where you are..." Pausing mid sentence to turn back to Ray and give him a meaningful look. "... I want to feel him do it in my cunt."

Like John earlier, Ray is so stunned by the passionate look he receives from Molly, that later in the week the memory of it leads to a masturbation session.

The old fella gazes back for a brief moment, so transfixed he cannot look away, but then movement and his friend's voice breaks the spell.

"My pleasure... here yer go... she's all yours."

John swaps places with Ray but doesn't immediately present himself for sucking, instead preferring to watch Molly's expression and goad her while Ray gets busy around back.

She gasps and moans as he builds up a steady rhythm, grasping Molly's curvy hips Ray is panting almost immediately, his face flushed, mouth open giving out little whimpers.

John kneels, his face close to Molly's, smugly assuring, then asking, "Yer gunna get spunked in a minute lass... hows that make yer feel?"

"Excited." Molly's word slips out between rapid breaths, although having only just climaxed she's thrown back in at the deep end by what's about to happen. Taking another man's cum, seed which was not her hubby's, has been one of her more twisted delights of the affair... and now... yet another was about to get her... dirty.

John grins confidently at the young mum's reply before commenting, "Yeah... I know it does... I can see it in yer eyes."

Suddenly he leans forward and plants his lips upon hers, they share a passionate kiss just as Ray begins to increase thrusting, quiet words from behind them, "Oh god... oh... oh... oh god... ah."

Breaking their kiss John gazes into Molly's eyes, "Go on... tell him want yer want... beg him."

Molly turns away from John, gazing back towards a now desperately humping Ray, "Please... do it... cum in me... please... I want it... I want it... please."

During Molly's frantic pleading Ray suddenly pushes hard into her and goes still, his red, sweaty face contorts, "Aaarrgh." a loud grunt escapes him amid fervent comments from his friend.

"Yes!... knock her up old lad... fill that cunt... oh yeah."

Molly turns back to face John with a look of lustful satisfaction, she can feel the little pulses deep inside from Ray's twitching cock as he parts with the contents of his balls.

Between breaths, and at his request she tells John what it feels like, having Ray cum in her, it's delivered in a soft sexy tone that is so arousing it prompts John to remember that he's part of this and not just a spectator, the spectacle proving so mesmerising he'd become transfixed by it.

Eagerly presenting his cock, Molly takes him into her mouth and sucks, while behind her Ray is parting with the last few drops and beginning to regain some composure... and his breath.

Flopping down onto Molly's back, his heart beating madly, Ray feels exhausted. He rests there on her for a while, feeling himself shrink down inside her.

Asked by John if he's alright the old fella replies initially with a chuckle before saying, "Oh my god... absolutely."

His light hearted statement gives John the chuckles despite Molly's expert tongue making him pant and perspire.

Molly just grins while continuing to lick and suck, at that moment she is so deep in passion, the excitement is on a whole new level. She sucks John's cock with fervour while squeezing the spent one in her fanny, not wanting to let it go, this, this feeling of being used has become an addiction, and stranger's cocks the substance of that addiction.

Yes, by now John is no stranger to her, but he is not her husband, and neither is old Ray... two cocks to play with.

It seems for Molly, at that moment, what she's experiencing is the pinnacle of erotic delight, that nothing, nothing could be better than this.

But time... will soon prove her wrong.

**

It's late on saturday morning, and Molly has just returned back home with Toby after a shopping and park trip. Young Toby is particularly pleased with a toy glider his mum reluctantly purchased, like all youngsters he knows that nagging will usually get him what he wants in the end.

Weighed down with two 'home bargains' carrier bags, full of items that she probably didn't need, Molly struggles through the front door, closes it behind her then goes through to the kitchen to unpack while Toby plays with his new toy upstairs.

Chris is away today, off to see a classic car show in newark with a friend, so it's just her and Toby until this evening.

After putting everything away Molly considers dinner, but, needing to put her feet up after a stressful morning, retires to the lounge with a well earned cuppa for a little while.

Once comfy she leafs through the new tv guide, seeing nothing but rubbish and repeats as usual. Putting it to one side Molly allows her mind to wander back to the events of the previous week, and a pastime she always enjoys... recollecting special moments from her secret affair.

Things certainly had progressed quickly, she could hardly believe what had happened, now entertaining two old gentlemen while her hubby was at work... or as Molly liked to think of them... dirty old men.

She'd taken an instant like to John's older friend Ray, who was not dominant like him but had other qualities. A kindly old grandpa who is much more gentle and loving, his nice eyes had immediately drawn her in, then there was his military background.

Molly had been brought up to respect veterans, she always wore a poppy at remembrance time and donated generously to the royal british legion, and now, she was showing her respect in altogether more personal way.

That first time with Ray on monday had been incredible, despite the old fella being a little premature, which was to be expected considering his recent love life, he'd still brought her to a head spinning climax.

After Ray had come, she licked him clean while John began finishing off what he'd started, for the sensation of this new man ejaculating inside her had been extremely arousing, to the point that she was well on the way to another orgasm.

John, masterful as ever, ordered Molly onto her back where, under the watchful eyes of Ray, he finished the job, making her scream and curse. They both came together several moments later, John adding his spunk to his friend's.

Afterwards Molly was a mess, with two loads oozing out of her, John was so excited with their combined handiwork he took several photos, insisting on Molly scooping some up and eating it while he snapped away.

When they'd gone she had a shower and cleaned up, washing the soiled bedcover and putting a new one on, in a routine she was getting used to. It crossed her mind why Chris hadn't questioned the frequent cover changes, but just put it down to him being a guy, guys didn't notice things like that.

That night they made love while Molly's mind was awash with recent memories of what happened earlier in the day, the knowledge that Chris was enjoying her after those two dirty old men, generating a huge climax, leaving her dizzy and shaking.

Chris had been so passionate, so intense, it was like how they used to make love when first going out together... it appeared that the spark had returned.

Then, on thursday, John and Ray visited her again. This time the old soldier lasted longer, bringing Molly to climax while fucking her missionary as John egged him on.

And it was while Molly recollected this erotic act, her mind alive with arousing images, that she was suddenly dragged away by a familiar, shrill noise coming from upstairs.

"Maaaam.... maaaam."

Toby was calling her. Annoyed, she gets up and heads out the lounge for the stairs with the young boy continuing to yell.

"Alright alright... I'm coming." She shouts back from the bottom of the staircase. Ascending to the landing she's further frustrated by the sight of Toby standing in their bedroom doorway, he's not supposed to be in there, asking him what he's doing Toby replies that his plane is stuck on top of the wardrobe.

Going into the room Molly cannot initially see the toy, their wardrobe is quite tall and the top of it is cluttered with various items.

"You know you're not supposed to play in here." She begins to scold the boy while dragging a chair over to stand on.

"Sorry... I was on the landing and it just flew in through the door." Toby explains.

"Yes of course it did." Molly replies, sounding unconvinced. Standing on the chair she can see the toy right at the back, reaching over past dusty items, a jigsaw still in its box, old clothes, a rucksack, grasping hold a wingtip she retrieves it but in doing so notices something odd hidden amongst the clutter, something that only half registers at first.

Handing the plane down to Toby she receives a, 'Thank you.' from the lad, then waits while he goes out the room before further investigating the object that's aroused her interest.

Upon uncovering the item her heart immediately begins to thump wildly, and her throat tightens up, for under some clothing, carefully concealed, is a small box shaped object with a lens at one end... aimed down towards the bed... a spy camera.

Realisation hits like a freight train... and Molly's whole world comes tumbling down around her.

End of chapter 3.