The Wakefield Girls

The Wakefield Girls

This story is about four ladies, all celebrating their fiftieth year, who wish to make the occasion even more special by taking it in turns to have sex with a young man they meet in a bar.

The looks, backgrounds and personalities of the four ladies are, to some degree, based on a real-life encounter in a bar in Valletta, although their names have all been changed.

The story does contain one instance of anal intercourse so if that's not your thing, please pass on by. If you continue to read I hope you enjoy the story and I look forward to comments.

A note of explanation - the noun 'knock-off' is UK slang for a copy, often illegal, of a branded or expensive item. And on a historical note, Royal Navy divers are no longer issued with Rolex Submariner watches.

Sylviafan, July 2025

I like the island of Malta. I like the people and the climate and the bars around the Grand Harbour. This story begins as I was sitting in one of those bars, a quiet little place, off the beaten track and therefore not crammed with tourists, which is how the owner, Georgio, likes it. The reason I like it so much is because it's got Sky Sport and after a day at work it's nice to spend a few hours in there, drinking cold beer and watching UEFA Champions' League matches.

It was early Saturday evening and the bar was quiet, just a few locals sipping beer and chatting quietly. I'd been working all day. I'd be working on Sunday, too, if my employers had their way, but Malta is Catholic and Sunday is sacred, so I could have a few beers and not worry about a mild hangover. On the big TV screen Barcelona were playing arch-rivals Real Madrid, with the volume turned down low, and it was a closely-fought and interesting match.

Just before half-time a group came into the bar, taking over the table next to me. They weren't screaming-loud but their conversation had the animation of a few drinks inside them and they were disturbing the quiet ambience of the bar and I was aware of disapproving looks from the other patrons. But Giorgio greeted them effusively with a 'Good evening ladies!' He liked a quiet bar as much as the rest of us but he saw immediately that the group had "expensive cocktails" written all over them and he probably guessed that they wouldn't stay long.

A few minutes later, with the second-half kick-off a couple of minutes away, I nodded to Giorgio and he brought me another beer which I took a grateful swig of and settled my forearms on the table and tried to shut out the conversational noise from the newcomers.

A few minutes later, as Barcelona was peppering the Madrid goal, I was startled by a voice quite close to my left ear and clearly directed at me. 'Is that a knock-off?' I looked round at the lady on my left. 'I'm sorry?' I said, eyebrows raised.

'Is that a knock-off?' she repeated, 'or a real Rolex?'

I looked down at my left wrist and laughed. 'It's real.'

'Can I have a look at it,' she asked, in the distinct accents of West Yorkshire. 'I've never seen one before, outside a jewellers.'

I hesitated then thought, why not. I unfastened the bracelet and handed it over.

'Gosh,' said, weighing it in her hand. 'It's heavy.'

One of the other ladies held her hand out for it and it was passed over. 'Are you dead rich?' asked a third lady from the other side of the table. There were giggles and someone said, 'You can't say that, Steph!'

'Sadly no,' I said, smiling to show that I had taken no offence.

'It must have cost a bomb,' said Steph.

'It comes with my job,' I explained.

'What do you do?' someone asked.

I sighed inwardly and half-turned to look at the four ladies around the table next to me. They were all older than me, but not "old" if you know what I mean. 'I'm a clearance diver,' I explained. 'A high-quality watch is really important when you're working at depth.'

'Wow,' said one of the ladies, with soft, blonde, chin-length hair and an elfin face. 'What's a clearance diver?'

'Well,' I said, 'it's a specialist diver who's trained in things like explosive ordnance recovery.'

'What's that?' asked another lady, with dark, frizzy hair.

'Recovering explosives and shells and so on from sunken ships,' I replied, fastening my watch back on. The ladies goggled at me so I explained that I was currently employed in looking for ammunition inside a second-world-war destroyer which had been sunk off Malta in 1942 and had only recently been discovered. Four fascinated faces looked at me as I talked and it was very gratifying and good for my ego.

'So your company gave you that Rolex to dive in?' asked the blonde lady when I'd finished.

'Not exactly,' I admitted. 'I was a Royal Navy diver and we used to be issued with them.' I didn't add that I was supposed to have handed it back when I left the Navy but it had somehow slipped my mind.

'What about you ladies?' I asked. 'What brings you to Malta?'

'Our fiftieth birthday treat,' said Steph, who was very pretty, had long, straight brown hair and was slightly overweight. 'We met at nursery in Wakefield and we've been friends ever since. Forty-seven years,' she added. 'We should introduce ourselves. I'm Stephanie. Or Steph.'

'I'm Nancy,' the lady with the long, frizzy, black hair volunteered. 'And I'm April,' said the last of the four. She was a striking-looking lady: tall and athletically-limbed, with a cascade of curly, tawny-brown hair and hazel eyes that seemed to bore into me.

'I'm Samantha,' said the blonde-haired girl, smiling at me. 'Or Sam,' she added and I noticed she had very blue eyes and dimples in her cheeks.

'And I'm James,' I finished off. 'But not Jim. How long are you here for?' I asked.

'We fly back tomorrow afternoon,' said Nancy, with a grimace. 'Feels like no time at all.'

'So you know Valletta quite well?' asked Samantha.

'Pretty well,' I admitted. 'I've been here for the best part of three months.'

'Only we haven't had dinner yet and we wanted something a bit authentic for our last meal,' she went on. 'A bit of the real Malta, if you know what I mean. Can you recommend anywhere?'

'Well,' I began, 'you're spoilt for choice. There are dozens of good restaurants around the harbour and the Old Town.'

'Which one would you choose?' asked Nancy.

I thought for a few moments. 'I'd probably go for The Harbour View. It's a corny name but you get what it says on the tin: fantastic views of the harbour and pretty good food, too.'

'Where is it?' asked Stephanie.

I started to explain how to get there but April cut me short. 'Why don't you show us, James? Come and have dinner with us.' The other three girls exchanged glances and I was ready to politely decline but then Samantha said, 'Yes, come with us,' and she smiled and I saw her dimples and that was that.

Dinner at The Harbour View was sensationally enjoyable. Firstly, it was early enough that we got a table on the big terrace outside with an unparalleled view of the Grand Harbour. Secondly, I was surrounded by four extremely personable and friendly ladies who were clearly very close to one another but who welcomed me into their company with kindness and generosity. Apart from Samantha, who was widowed, and worked in a supermarket, the ladies were all professionals and married with grown-up children. Steph was an accountant, Nancy was a lawyer and sexy April, with the looks of an Amazon warrior, was actually an estate agent. They told me that they had all grown up in Wakefield in West Yorkshire, had attended the same schools, had attended each other's marriages and Christenings and, in Sam's case, the funeral of her husband, three years ago. I wanted to ask Sam why such an attractive and nice person was still single, but maybe she wasn't, so I said nothing.

We ate and drank and talked and laughed as the sun went down in a blaze of red over the old harbour fortifications. Eventually the bill was paid and we filed out onto the street. 'What now?' asked Nancy.

'I think James should show us a bit of Valletta's night life,' said April. 'What do you say, James? Are you up for it?'

Which is how I ended up taking four fifty-year-old ladies on a tour of bars around the Old Town of Valletta. It was rapidly becoming one of those magical nights that one remembers for the rest of one's life. In fact, although I didn't yet know it, the excitement had barely begun.

We were all tipsy but no one was drunk. We sipped our beers or shots or cocktails instead of knocking them back and we talked and talked and I learned a lot about the girls and their husbands and their children and they learned that I was thirty and single and that I had a house back in England, near Leicester in the East Midlands.

Around midnight, the consensus was reached among the ladies that they would head back to their apartment. I began to say my 'goodnights' but April took one of my arms and Nancy the other. 'Come back with us for a nightcap,' they said, and I allowed myself to be walked along, a lady on each side, and feeling a profound sense of wellbeing.

The Wakefield ladies' accommodation was on the top floor of a block in a well-heeled district of the Old Town and consisted of four en-suite bedrooms, a big lounge-diner with a balcony and a functional kitchenette. Once inside, Stephanie went straight to the fridge and opened it. 'Oh shit!'

What's up? asked Samantha?'

'We forgot to get the booze! All we've got is half a bottle of white wine!'

I stood up. 'No worries. There's a little all-night supermarket not far away. I'll go and get us something.'

There were a few protests but I reminded them that they'd paid for my dinner and besides, the protests weren't that loud so I made a quick list of what we wanted and disappeared out of the door. The all-night store was about ten minutes' walk away and about fifteen on the way back loaded down with fizzy wine and beer. So it was almost half-an-hour later that I got back into the apartment. The ladies were sitting around on the various sofas and armchairs and even in the dim lighting I could sense a subtle change of atmosphere from when I'd left to get the drink. I ignored it and went into the little kitchen where I poured five glasses of Prosecco and carried them through to the lounge. I sat down and April held up her glass. 'To us.'

We all toasted and sipped our drinks but there was a palpable tension in the air. 'What is it?' I asked eventually. 'What have I missed?'

The other three looked at April, who drained her glass and put it down on a coffee table. 'We've got something to say to you, James,' she began. 'Something to ask you.'

'Fire away,' I replied, puzzled, wondering what all the drama was about.

'We've all had a really nice time with you this evening and we'll be going home tomorrow and the chances are we'll never see you again. So we wanted to take a really special memory of you away with us.' She paused, the ladies were all looking at me and a really crazy idea began to take shape in my mind. But no, surely they didn't mean that, did they?

'We'd like to sleep with you, James,' said April flatly. 'Just one at a time,' she added.

'All four of you?' I asked, my voice sounding too high-pitched.

'We know it's a big ask,' said Nancy, looking rather embarrassed, 'but, well, you're only thirty and we've got all night...'

'And that's what you all want?' I asked, incredulous and sneaking a glance at sweet Samantha.

The four ladies all nodded or said, 'Yes,' and I sat back in my chair and looked at them in silence as seconds ticked away.

'Well say something,' said April, eventually, 'if it's only "no".'

I gulped. 'Who's going first?' I asked.

There was a pause of a few seconds and then Stephanie raised her hand. 'We drew lots while you were out,' she explained.

'Ok,' I said, standing up, a weird sense of unreality enveloping me, 'which is your bedroom?'

Stephanie drained her glass of Prosecco and stood too and I followed her out of the lounge-diner, avoiding the eyes of the other three ladies. She went down a short corridor and into a bedroom with a big, picture window overlooking a municipal park. It was dark in the bedroom but there was enough light coming in through the window to make out the big bed and a wardrobe, dressing table and a couple of easy chairs. A half-open door led to the en-suite, presumably.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and stood looking at Stephanie. She was standing by the window. 'Are you alright, Steph?' I asked her. 'Are you ok with this?'

She walked slowly over to me and stood about two feet away. 'It's mad,' said. 'I'm married with children and I shouldn't be doing this.' She looked up at me, her face in shadow. 'The girls decided, well, April decided to do this and Sam went along and then Nancy and I didn't want to be the party poop.'

'We can just talk, Steph,' I told her. 'The others don't need to know what happened in here,' or didn't happen, I added mentally.

'Thank you, James, you're a nice person. But I'd hate myself if I didn't take this opportunity. My life is so dull and predictable, I just want to scream! I just want to live!' She took a pace forward and flung her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers and then I was kissing fifty-year-old Stephanie as though we were teenagers. Mouths locked together, lips working against lips, tongues exploring. I felt a surge of intense passion and I knew that whatever happened between this lady and me tonight it would be good and satisfying.

I held her head as we kissed, feeling her soft hair. I stroked her neck and her shoulders and she moaned softly as I ran my hands slowly down her back and onto the swell of her buttocks. She was carrying a few extra pounds but the feel of her soft flesh under her dress excited me. I undid her zip, pulling it down to her lower back and helping her pull her dress over her head. In the dim bedroom light I unclipped her brassiere and her full breasts swung free, the areolae and nipples black in the gloom.

I kissed her again, stroking and massaging one breast, the other hand on her panty-clad buttock. Stephanie kissed me back with intensity, her tongue slipping into my mouth, hot and wet and slippery. I sucked at her lips and squeezed her nipple and she groaned and pressed herself to me.

Kneeling down on the carpet I pulled her big, nylon panties down to reveal her hairy pussy. I pressed my nose to her sex, inhaling her scent, feeling her labia part as my tongue slipped between them into her silken depths. Helping her off with her knickers, I stood up and guided her to one of the easy chairs with the padded arms. 'Sit down,' I told her softly. 'Put your legs over the arms.'

I adore eating a sopping wet cunt. And my favourite position for it is with my partner spreadeagled in a chair, her legs draped over the arms, her pussy and anus exposed to me. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and knelt down on it, lowering my head to Stephanie's vulva, sliding my tongue inside her and feeling her wriggle and gasp with pleasure. I went slowly in the dimly lighted bedroom. Exploring her folds of delicate flesh, tasting her juices, tickling the tip of her clitoris with my tongue. After a few minutes of gentle eating, I slid two fingers slowly into her sopping hole. The effect was electric. Stephanie groaned deeply and pulled my face to her loins. I slid my fingers in and out, curling them to find her G spot, my mouth on her stiff clit, sucking and licking.

'Oh my fucking God,' gasped Stephanie as her orgasm swept through her and I felt her shiver as the waves of pleasure engulfed her. She seemed to come for a long time but eventually she came down and pushed my head away and I stood up and started undressing while Stephie heaved herself effortfully off the chair and onto the bed, where she lay on her back, looking at me, her legs spread wide.

Naked, I got onto the bed with her and knelt between her outstretched legs, one hand on my rigid cock. I entered Stephanie slowly and easily, taking my time as I sank inch after inch into her sopping depths and she hissed, 'Yes, James, right in!' Supporting myself on my elbows, I started to fuck her, slowly and gently, partly because I felt that's what she would want after her orgasm, but also because I had a long night ahead of me.

And that's how I took Stephanie, not ramming into her until she squealed but softly and slowly, kissing her and looking down on her pretty face in the darkness of the room. She stroked my neck and ran her fingernails across my back and whispered to me, 'Yes, James, fuck me until you come. Fill me up with your hot spunk.' I'd had Steph down as the most reserved of the girls, but you never could tell.

It was the first fuck I'd had for about three months, and I savoured the moment of union with this middle-aged lady who was practically a stranger to me. But there was a bond between us and it was the bond of giving and receiving sexual pleasure, tenderly and generously.

But however slowly I pushed my cock in and out of her, my climax approached remorselessly until I felt it swell and pulse through my body. 'I'm coming, Stephanie,' I groaned, thrusting hard into her at the end as my cock started squirting my semen into her. I gave four or five more thrusts then dismounted slowly, lying back down on the bed, Stephanie coming into my arms.

'Thank you,' she said quietly into my ear. 'I really needed that.'

'Me too,' I admitted.

'Sorry about keeping the lights off,' she whispered. 'I'm a bit self-conscious about my weight.' And that was about the nicest, most honest thing she could have said and I felt a rush of affection for her and I kissed her and told her that she was lovely and she was sexy and I had had a great time. Which was true.

I think we both must have drifted off because next thing we knew there was a tap at the door and a voice asking, 'Are you alright in there?' Steph shot off the bed and opened the door a crack. 'I'm fine. We're fine.' I heard a reply but couldn't make out the words. The door closed and Stephanie came back and stood by the bed.

'The natives are getting restless,' she said, a satisfied smile in her voice.

I looked at the luminous dial of my Rolex. 'We've been in here over an hour.'

'You'd better have a shower,' said Steph.

Twenty minutes later the pair of us left Stephanie's bedroom and walked self-consciously into the lounge. There was a little smattering of applause. 'I expect you both need a drink,' said Sam, getting up and going into the kitchen while Steph and I sat down, in different chairs.

Samantha came back in with our drinks and we all sat a bit awkwardly, nobody really knowing what to say. I looked at sexy April and she looked back at me and then she looked at Stephanie. 'Well, Steph? Was he any good?'

'April!' said the other three girls in chorus. 'You can't ask that!'

'Well he took long enough,' April went on, unabashed. 'I hope there's a bit left in the tank for the rest of us.'

'It was lovely,' said Stephanie. 'Wonderful! Now please don't ask any more questions.'

'Actually, I've got a question,' I broke in. The girls looked at me. 'Who's next?' I asked.

I hadn't really worked out my preferred batting order, but part of me wanted April fairly well down the order as I suspected that she would be able to arouse me however exhausted I was. By the same token, I wanted Samantha sooner rather than later; I found her not just attractive but wholesome and kind and generous and I wanted to be able to give her a good time, especially as she was the only one of the girls who was, I assumed, unattached. She had told me that before she married she had been Cabin Crew on a provincial airline flying out of Manchester and Leeds-Bradford and I could easily imagine her charming male and female passengers alike with her friendliness and elfin looks.

But it was Nancy that stood up and said, 'It's me, James. Are you ready?'

I followed her down the corridor to the bedroom opposite Steph's. The view out of her window was across a busy road but that didn't matter as the first thing Nancy did was to draw the curtains and switch on one of the low-wattage bedside lamps. Nancy was probably the lady that I had connected least with. Not that she hadn't been friendly and engaging but I had felt a little bit of reserve there.

But she certainly had a figure, something I found out very quickly as, without any preamble, she unzipped her dress and pulled it down over the swell of her hips and stepped out of it. Underneath she was wearing a matching set of lacy bra and panties in pale lilac and I stared in admiration at her long, shapely legs, her taut stomach and her full breasts.

'You like?' she asked, standing six feet from me, her hands on her hips and her legs together in a pose that reminded me of Betty Grable.

'Yes,' I said, slowly and distinctly, 'I do.' I held my arms out and she came to me, our faces inches apart. Nancy wasn't as pretty as the others, but she certainly wasn't unattractive. I think you would call her face characterful, with sharp, well-defined features, rather thin lips and nose, dark eyes, a scattering of freckles and that mass of frizzy black hair.

'Are you ok with all this?' I asked her.

She considered this question. 'Things like this don't happen very often in life,' she said eventually, at least, not in my life. I'll probably feel horribly guilty in the morning but I don't care. I want this to happen. I want you!' As she said this she pressed her mouth to mine and we kissed like I had with Stephanie, like teenagers at a disco.

And boy could she kiss! She devoured me, sucked my lips into her mouth and bit them lightly, pushed her tongue into me and explored me with a passion that was infectious and within seconds I was as hard as a rock and holding Nancy tightly, my arms around her waist, feeling her bare skin under my fingertips, her arms around my neck, her long, painted nails pressing into the flesh of my shoulders.

We came up for breath a couple of times, faces wet with saliva, eyes wide and wild. I slid my hands inside her knickers and squeezed her buttocks and she broke away suddenly and took off her bra and panties and jumped onto the bed, naked, her full breasts bouncing, a thick mat of black hair at her loins.

I stripped quickly, shirt, trousers and underpants; my socks were still in Steph's room. I leapt onto the bed with Nancy and we fell down in a heap, kissing furiously, my hands all over her tits, her hand reaching for and grasping my cock. Her breasts were heavy and firm with big, stiff nipples and she groaned when I pinched them gently between finger and thumb and said, 'Harder, James, squeeze them harder!'

I took a nipple in my mouth and bit down and Nancy squealed and raked her long nails down my back and I shivered and moved between her legs, her thighs opening at my touch. I took my cock in my hand and went to enter her but she said, 'Will you lick me please James?'

She tasted sensational. Stephanie's juices had been like salted honey; Nancy's were darker and stronger and muskier and I was entranced, lapping her fluid into my mouth and swallowing the silky discharge. I sucked her labia into my mouth, I pushed my tongue into her vagina, my nose pressing against her clitoris. I licked her from her perineum to her clit, marvelling at the thick, black growth of hair that extended down to her dark, puckered anus and almost up to her panty line. I fastened onto her clitoris and used the tip of my tongue to masturbate her. Nancy moaned and writhed as I worked on her, two fingers deep in her cunt, then three. She gripped the quilt and threw her head back, gasping, and I slid my fingers from her pussy and pushed one slick finger deep into her anus.

'I'm coming,' she gasped, tightly. Then she was thrashing about and kicking her legs out as a monster orgasm engulfed her. As the tornado subsided I entered her with a single thrust, hard and deep into her. I held her hands and pressed them to the mattress, kissing her as I thrust into her with long, deep strokes, slamming my loins into hers. Nancy went a bit wild, clawing at me and biting my neck and shoulders. The pain seemed only to intensify my pleasure and it wasn't long before my second orgasm of the night was building and spreading then bursting like a firework display in my brain, every bit as intense as the first. The pleasure throbbed through me as I pumped what was left of my spunk into Nancy's cunt. Then it was over and she was in my arms, both of us amazed and incredulous at the strength and intensity of this coupling of near strangers.

'I came again while you were inside me,' she said, softly. 'That was unexpected.'

I stoked her hair and kissed her and she smiled up at me in the low light of the bedroom. 'I should feel ashamed of myself,' she whispered. 'I should be dreading seeing my husband tomorrow night but somehow I'm not. Is that weird?'

'I can't really say,' I replied. 'I don't know your husband.'

'He's a nice man,' she said, softly. 'And this is a moment of madness. But I don't regret it. Almost fifty years we've known each other,' she went on, half to herself. 'It feels right that we should share something special like this.'

'Who have I got next?' I asked.

'I don't know,' replied Nancy. 'It was a secret ballot.'

A bit later I showered again, in Nancy's en-suite, and then we dressed and went out into the lounge area where we were greeted by another little round of applause. This time things felt a little less awkward, especially as April refrained from commenting. 'Who's for a drink?' I asked and for the next half an hour we sipped chilled white wine and talked about nothing in particular. But I could sense that April was on edge. She drank more, and more quickly than the others and she constantly shifted position and crossed and recrossed her long, muscled legs. I would have put money on April being next on the list, and I was right.

Just after 3am April stood up and held out her hand to me. 'Come on James, I'm fucking gagging for it.' There was some nervous giggling as April pulled me down the corridor to the far end and through a door into her bedroom. She shut the door behind us and then she was on me, crushing her mouth against mine, wrapping her arms and one leg around me. I kissed her back, hard, then I grabbed her tawny locks and pulled her head back, her catlike face looking at me calmly. 'You're quite a handful, aren't you, April?' I told her.

'You'd better believe it James,' she said, her hazel eyes unblinking. 'Now strip me. Naked.'

Like the rest of the girls, she was wearing a simple dress, but hers was patterned brown and belted at the waist and made her look even more like an Amazon warrior. I soon had it off her, and her skimpy bra and thong. And God, she looked good naked! Long, strong limbs, pert, upturned breasts that seemed to have defied the passing of the years, but which were certainly not implants. With her tawny hair she had the air of a lioness, a primeval woman from some warrior cult and if I'd been less than six feet and a lighter build I might have felt intimidated. She also had a shaven pussy, her labia thick and loose.

'Let's see what you look like under your clothes,'

She practically ripped my shirt off, in fact a couple of buttons did go skidding across the floor. Then she wrenched my trousers and underpants down and pushed me onto the bed while she got them over my feet and off. 'Well, well,' she said, kneeling at my feet, 'I was worried that you might be all sexed out after Nancy and Steph. But it seems like our James is made of sterner stuff.' In fact my cock had been semi-hard since April pulled me into her den and it was a relief to get it out of my pants, particularly as it was more sensitive than normal after the night's action. 'Very nice,' said April, admiringly. She reached out and look me in one of her hands and gently slid my foreskin up and down over my glans. 'I'll bet it tastes divine,' she said in the idiom of the aristocracy but the accents of the industrial north of England.

April leaned forward and took me in her mouth and I melted inside as her full lips slid up and down my shaft and her soft, wet tongue licked and lubricated me. She had the delightful habit of looking up at me with her hazel eyes as she fellated me and I was entranced to see my cock growing out of her sensuous mouth. I was iron-hard in seconds but April carried on sucking and licking me with delicious slurping noises as I stroked her tawny tresses and gasped quietly.

Eventually she stopped and took her mouth from me, a ribbon of saliva still attaching her mouth to my cockhead. 'Why don't you go and lie on the bed, James,' she told me. 'I'll bet you're exhausted after fucking my two friends. You need Aunty April to look after you.'

I did as she asked and April climbed on the bed and straddled me with her strong thighs. She manoeuvred herself over my cock and grasped the shaft, holding it erect as she lowered herself to me, pressing my glans to her labia, parting them and sinking down onto me, my cock sliding into her liquid depths. It was exquisite, both the feeling of being deep inside this glorious, wild creature and the sight of her sitting naked on me, smiling down at me.

She leaned forward and put her hands on my pectorals, then she started fucking me by flicking her hips backwards and forwards, pressing her clitoris to my pubic bone, her eyes on me as she rode me like a horse. I flexed my hips and pushed upwards to increase the contact pressure and April moaned and rode me faster and harder.

Suddenly she stopped and shuffled forward, positioning her pussy over my face. 'Lick me!' she ordered. 'Lick my cunt!' As she said this she lowered herself so that her naked vulva was pressed to my mouth and I was smelling and tasting my third pussy that night.

April's smell and taste was similar to Nancy's, and it was nice to press my face to her folds of skin without her pubic hair tickling my nose. It was like kissing a big, wet mouth. I got my tongue right into her, my hands gripping her buttocks, pressing her to my mouth. I licked and sucked, finding her clitoris and making her gasp as I flicked my tongue over the tip. Then she was off my face and back onto my cock and riding me like a rodeo show.

I'd never experienced anything like it before. I was used to being the dominant person in the bedroom but April didn't see the world that way. She must have swapped my cock for my mouth four or five times before she let out a long, soft scream as she was riding me. She bucked hard and fast, her nails pinching my pectorals as her climax crashed through her. 'Fuck yes!' she gasped. 'You're fucking wonderful, James!'

She collapsed over me and for a few minutes I held her as her breathing slowed and her heart rate got back to normal. Then she climbed off me and lay down. I put an arm out and she came to me and we lay still for long minutes, my cock still defiantly hard.

'Can I be really frank with you, James?' she asked, after about ten minutes had passed.

'Of course,' I replied, wondering what was coming.

'I'm a really dirty bitch,' began April. 'And I like it up my arse. But my husband won't do it. Will you?'

'Sure,' I said, feeling lightheaded. How much more weird was this evening going to get?

'Good!' said April, giving me a leer and getting up off the bed. She went into the en-suite and came out with a tube of Vaseline, which she threw to me before getting on the bed and going down onto her elbows and knees. 'Use plenty,' she said.

I unscrewed the cap and squeezed a wodge onto my fingers and smeared it all round April's hairless pucker. She shivered and wriggled her butt as I pressed a finger into her, getting as much lube as I could into her rectum. I squeezed more out of the tube and used two fingers to penetrate her and she groaned, 'Mmm, I think I'm ready now, James.'

I knelt behind her and guided my cock to her sphincter, pushing gently, then harder, my shaft bending as I pushed. April groaned as her anus opened and the head of my dick slipped in. I put my hands on her hips and pushed myself deeply into her soft, enveloping, lubricated depths. The sensation was wonderful, the image of April kneeling before me, her tawny tresses on the pillow, was one that I would remember forever. I pushed in until my loins pressed against her buttocks and then I began a slow withdrawal, relishing the suction of her arse and the tightness of her sphincter on my shaft. I pushed slowly back in and April moaned softly and thrust a hand between her legs, seeking her clitoris.

This was a first for me: I'd never fucked a lady's arse while she masturbated before. I could feel her fingers on herself and occasionally she'd slip a finger or two into her vagina and I'd feel them against my cock. April was groaning pretty constantly now and I was thrusting harder in and out of her, looking down on my dick as it violated her most private hole and hearing the squishing noises of my cock going in and out and the wet, fapping noise as she rubbed herself.

If I hadn't had two orgasms that night already, I would have exploded into April's anus after about thirty seconds. As It was I lasted less than five minutes before I felt the tell-tale tingling of an approaching climax. It grew and blossomed and I rammed my cock into April's arse as I gave a strangled cry and came for the third time, an almost painful orgasm.

April wasn't far behind. I felt her fingers increase their pace and then she was gasping and panting to her own orgasm, pushing her arse back at me to keep me inside her as she came.

Afterwards we lay sprawled together on the bed. I stroked April's arm gently and she turned her head to me. 'Thanks, James. That was perfect.'

'Lucky you had the Vaseline with you,' I smiled.

'I use it on my lips,' she replied. 'I don't carry a tube just in case I meet some guy who'll fuck my arse!'

'What's your husband's problem with it?' I asked, curious.

'He thinks it's gay,' April replied with scorn. 'Unreconstructed Northern man.

'So,' she said, reaching out and stroking my face, 'just Sam to satisfy now. That shouldn't be too difficult.'

'What makes you say that?' I asked, mildly annoyed that April had appeared to criticize the lovely Samantha.

'I've known Sam all my life, and she's not the hardest person to read. I think she's got the hots for you, James.'

I sat up. 'I guess we should get back to the party. Can I use your shower?'

A little while later April and I went back out into the lounge. It was nearly four o'clock in the morning and dawn was breaking over the harbour. 'So you survived April,' said Nancy, smiling. The room was littered with empty bottles, half-full glasses and crisp packets. 'I hope there's something left for me,' said Samantha, curled up on one of the settees, her blue eyes on me.

'Where's Steph?' asked April.

'Gone to bed,' said Nancy. 'I think the drink and the sex was too much for her.'

April sat down and poured herself a glass of warm, flat Prosecco, but I remained standing. I didn't want any more to drink and I didn't want to sit and chat while I looked at Samantha and imagined her naked. I just wanted to see her naked! To be alone with her for the first time. To be intimate with her. 'Are you ready, Sam?' I asked.

April laughed. 'Christ, you've got some stamina!'

Samantha got up and I took her hand. 'See you later,' I told Nancy and April as I led Sam to the one bedroom that I hadn't been in yet that night.

It was almost fully light in Samantha's bedroom, with its breathtaking view over the Grand Harbour. We stood looking out as the sun rose above the distant fortifications and I put my arm around her waist and kissed the top of her blonde head, feeling how soft her hair was and smelling her scent under the stronger odours of alcohol.

'We don't have to do anything, James,' she said softly. 'You must be exhausted by now... I'd be happy to just have a cuddle and a talk.'

'So you don't want me, Sam,' I teased her.

'No! that's not what I meant,' she protested. 'Oh, you were teasing me.'

I leaned down and kissed her, my mouth meeting hers gently and softly. We turned to each other and embraced and I felt her slender form against me for the first time and a surge of passion roared through me. I kissed her harder and she responded by putting her hands either side of my head and pressing her mouth to me, working her lips against mine.

I found her zip and pulled it down to her waist and then there was a scramble as both of us undressed as quickly as possible and fell onto the bed together in a glorious naked embrace. We kissed as though it were out last day on earth and I tasted her and smelled her odours and my cock, despite all that had gone before, that night, started to expand and stiffen.

I let my hand roam over Samantha's naked form, finding her small, pert breasts and rigid, rosy nipples. I stroked her flat stomach and the flare of her hips, my hand finding the swell of her vulva, with its light coating of soft, blonde curls. Sam mewed quietly and opened her thighs to my touch and I stroked her pussy and slid a finger in, feeling her warmth and wetness.

'I want you, Sam,' I whispered.

'Then have me, James,' she replied quietly.

I knelt between her legs and took my cock in my hand, feeling its heat and sensitivity. I entered Samantha slowly and considerately that first time, knowing at some level that she had not enjoyed intimacy for a long time, that she wanted gentleness and tenderness. She looked up at me from the pillow with her forget-me-not-blue eyes, tears welling in them. 'Oh, James,' she whispered as I started to fuck her. Slowly, slowly, kissing her lips and her neck, stroking her breasts, stroking her gorgeous, soft, blonde hair.

She felt wonderful and she looked so good underneath me, pale skin, slender curved body, and that sweet face with those enchanting dimples. It never occurred to me that she was twenty years my senior as I took her that Sunday morning in Valletta's Old Town as the sun climbed higher in the sky.

We made love for long minutes. I doubted whether there was another climax in me but I wanted very much to give Samantha an orgasm so I did everything that I had ever learned about lovemaking, and I concentrated on her pleasure, gauging my thrusts on her reactions, pressing my pubic bone against her clitoris, fuelled by feelings of deep tenderness, unusual in so brief an acquaintance.

To an outsider it might have appeared that my time in bed with Samantha was tame compared to what I had experienced with Stephanie and Nancy and especially with April. But there was a connection with Samantha that hadn't been there with the others and I remembered April's words and as I did, unbelievably, I felt the tingling in my balls of an impending orgasm and I started thrusting harder and Samantha moaned as I rubbed myself against her vulva and kissed her hard, my tongue penetrating her mouth. I felt my orgasm rise and I thought I had never experienced a finer moment. Underneath me Samantha gargled and groaned as she started to come and then I was coming, though it didn't amount to much more than a couple of twitches of my cock.

Afterwards, I kissed Samantha and stroked her body and we talked quietly about our lives and our families. Then we slept, for hours, only waking when someone knocked at the bedroom door and asked us if we wanted any breakfast.

Sam joined me in the en-suite for my fourth shower of the night, although I'd have been happy to go home with her scent on my skin. There were smiles as we emerged from her bedroom. 'Sleep well, Sam?' asked April, with a grin. Samantha blushed and nodded.

Breakfast was subdued, there were signs of hangovers in all the ladies except Sam, who seemed to radiate an inner calm, and I saw more than one of her friends give me a speculative look. After we had eaten Sam, Nancy and Steph retired to their rooms to pack - the taxi to the airport was coming in an hour. April and I tidied up the lounge and then the kitchen.

'Do you want to see Sam again?' asked April, bluntly, drying dishes as I washed.

'Well, yes,' I said, surprised. 'I suppose I do but she's... well...'

'Older than you and widowed with a teenage son?' finished April, pretty well voicing my thoughts.

'And she didn't say anything about getting together again. And she didn't give me her phone number.'

'That doesn't entirely surprise me,' said April. 'Sam's always been the shy one of us. Not that it mattered much, with her looks and her charm. She'll moan all the way home that she should have asked for your number.'

'Are you going to give me her number, April?'

'No,' replied April. 'But you're going to give me yours.'

I left after the girls had finished packing, giving each of them a hug and a peck on the cheek like they were my sisters. I felt a bit hollow after the events of the night, both physically and emotionally. I also felt sad. The chances are I would never see Sam again, though I supposed that I could trace her, Wakefield wasn't that big a place. But I didn't even know her surname.

The diving job in Malta finished a fortnight later and I returned to the UK for a couple of weeks before my next job. I had barely reached home when my phone rang - caller unknown. I answered it, recognising the accent and the voice straightaway.

'April! How nice to hear from you!'

'What are you doing this weekend, James?' she asked, without preamble.

'Nothing,' I told her. 'I've only just got back from Malta.'

'Sam's son Callum is at summer camp this weekend,' April began. 'She's got the day shift at the supermarket on Friday, which finishes at five o'clock. I think if you were to meet her outside, the pair of you could have a really nice weekend. What do you think, James?'

'How do you know she's hasn't got something else on?' I asked, my heart fluttering.

'Because I told her the girls were all meeting for a drink. I'll text her and cancel it just as her shift ends. What do you think, James?' she asked again.

'I think you're a very devious lady and I love you!' I said.

'The staff exit is at the side of the building, opposite the garden centre,' she finished, before disconnecting.

The supermarket was on the outskirts of the city, sandwiched between a garden centre and a builders' yard. I parked in the carpark and wandered around the side, finding the "Staff Only" door as April had described. I wandered over to a trolley collection point and hung around there, looking at my watch, remembering the time in Georgio's bar when April had asked if it was a knock-off, precipitating the events of that unforgettable evening.

At ten past five, the double doors opened and a trickle of staff emerged, mostly young girls and middle-aged ladies. Some alone, other chatting in groups of two or three. The trickle slowed and by a quarter past five it had dried up and a member of staff appeared, in a grey coverall, to re-lock the doors. I was about to turn away, disappointed, when a figure slipped through the doors, walking purposefully to the carpark and looking miserable.

My chest constricted and I took a sudden intake of breath. 'Sam!' I shouted and she looked over, her face a picture of woe. Then she saw me.

Her face lit up and she flew across the road into my arms and I kissed her and held her tightly as the staff member looked at us in amazement as he closed the doors.

Epilogue.

Samantha and I had a wonderful weekend together and nowhere more so than in bed. With considerably more energy than I'd had at our last encounter, I was able to bring Sam to a series of shattering climaxes using my hands and my tongue and my cock. She particularly liked me licking her pussy and sliding fingers inside her as I sucked on her sensitive pearl.

We went walking in the Yorkshire Dales on Saturday and dined at an expensive restaurant in the evening. And we talked and talked and talked.

Six months later, in the middle of a frosty January, Samantha and I were married in Wakefield Register office in the Gothic Town Hall. It had been a bit of a whirlwind romance but I knew it was right for me and Sam told me she felt the same. I was worried about how her son. Callum, would react - fifteen is a potentially difficult age for boys - but he was great. It turned out that he had been considering a career in the Royal Navy and so I represented a near-perfect stepdad, right down to the Rolex Submariner watch!

What was more difficult were the wedding festivities. Samantha had three bridesmaids and I'd fucked them all, including up one of their arses. And of course their husbands were all there and I was introduced to them and they were very friendly and kept getting me drinks and suggesting the "Lads" should have a weekend away like the girls had done. I felt pretty bad about it.

At least I did until April pulled me on to the dancefloor about fifteen minutes before Sam and I left for our honeymoon in Bermuda.

'Congratulations, James,' she whispered. 'I'm thrilled for both of you and you'll be great for Callum. There is just one thing,' she smiled coyly at me. 'The girls have decided that we want to do an annual trip away. We thought we'd go to Portugal next time, the Algarve.'

'When were you thinking of going?' I asked, innocently.

'When can you be free?' she replied.

The End