Friday Night at the Club Ch. 05

It's friday night at the George club, and four old friends are gathered together in their usual booth...

Terry listens as John speaks to Molly over the phone, exchanging serious glances with Pete which tells him he's not the only one feeling nervous.

Neither of them has done anything like this before, being in 'conventional' relationships with their wives for many years.

However, although nervous, the chance of no strings attached fun with a pretty young lady is too good an opportunity to pass up.

The phone call is short, just a confirmation that young Molly is where she's supposed to be, outside in the alleyway behind the club.

Ending the brief dialogue John glances around at his friends before finishing off his pint, "Right lads... it's showtime... drink up and off we..."

Here John pauses, staring at the door to the gents, a frustrated expression instantly forming, "... for fucks sake... again!... seriously?"

The others follow his gaze and are met with the sight of a young man opening the door leading to the gents corridor and going through it. Not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, they will have to wait while he's finished before moving.

The situation is compounded by the individual causing delay, for the group of friends know him well. A young fella with down's syndrome called Jake, a colourful, familiar character in town known for his love of elvis and singing along to his songs in public while listening to tracks on his phone, he's a regular at the George... and so is Jake's habit of using the gents.

John quickly calls Molly back and informs her of the slight delay, then gazes around at his friends, the frustrated expression softening a little, "Well... we'll have to wait five."

This statement is met with contrasting emotions from the group of men. Ray, the oldest, is eager to get going, he popped a viagra roughly an hour earlier and being familiar with the beauty waiting for them outside, is already semi erect, a bulge tenting out the front of his trousers, plus he's been promised by John earlier first 'go' with Molly.

Terry, lowest in pecking order amongst the friends, and normally joker of the group is the most nervous so he's alright with the delay, seizing this opportunity to get some more dutch coverage he briefly leaves the table, goes to the bar and orders a double whisky.

Returning to the group and sitting, he downs the drink in one while John and Ray are talking about Jake, "Yes I've heard him doing that too." John responds to Ray's comments about the young man's private habits while in the gents.

At the tender age of nineteen and full of hormones, lacking a girlfriend Jake quite often resorts to his right hand for relief, however, he is not fussy where he does it and it's not uncommon to hear him watching porn on his phone while in the gents toilet cubicles, seemingly oblivious to anyone being able to hear.

Shortly after Terry downs his scotch, John and Ray go quiet as Jake returns from his toilet break, giving them a sheepish look as he goes past.

"Must av just been a piss this time... unless he can speed wank." John sniggers, watching him drift off towards the jukebox. "Right." John announces once more, "Me and Ray will go first... you two follow on after a minute ok?"

Pete and Terry nod then watch as their two friends gather their coats up and discreetly head off towards the gents, leaving them briefly alone, they swap nervous glances before Pete slowly begins to get up, "Well... too late to back out now... come on let's do it."

Acknowledging Pete's comment with a positive nod, but wishing he had another drink, Terry picks his coat off the back of his chair and follows Pete towards the door marked gents.

Glancing back as he goes through, Terry is reassured to see nobody following them. Continuing to go after Pete past the toilets, a familiar smell of urine quickly passes as they move further along the corridor, rounding the corner John can be seen holding the fire exit door open, he's gesturing with a beckoning hand for them to hurry.

As he nears, Terry notes that John is holding a wedge in one hand, it's their intention that after they've finished with Molly they'll go back into the club for a celebratory drink before parting company for home.

Passing John, who's grinning excitedly, he steps out into the cool night air and is immediately met with the sight of Ray already embracing and kissing the young lady.

Distracted by a squeak from the exit door as John lets it go, putting the wedge in place so they can get back in, Terry watches as he straightens up and begins to introduce them, or at least, tries to.

They approach closely to the amorous couple, watching in a kind of awed silence initially. Terry glances nervously about them looking for anyone that may see what's going on, but apart from the small pool of light where they are there's nothing but darkness.

The dirty, litter strewn alley is quiet and still, and from this position they cannot be seen from the main road, itself just a small avenue. Opposite them is a large disused warehouse, removing the possibility of being observed from that direction, so all in all it's a very secluded little space they have to play in.

His quick observation however... completely misses the black car parked facing them in the shadows a hundred yards away.

Focusing back on Molly, Terry can see she's outstandingly beautiful, appearing even more pretty and youthful than in the photos John shared. He exchanges nervous glances once more with Pete before John comments on the situation unfolding before them, "Bloody ell Ray... you don't waste any time do yer?"

Chuckling at his own words is contagious and Terry joins Pete sharing a nervous laugh. They all three, stand closely watching Ray as he kisses Molly deeply, she has her coat unbuttoned and the old man is standing inside the open garment pressed tightly to her naked body.

Presently they break their kiss, Ray gazing into Molly's eyes and telling her that he's missed her. The pair haven't seen each other since tuesday, having forgone thursday's visit for tonight's rendezvous.

She gazes back as they hold each other, and the two newcomers hear Molly's sexy voice reply that she has missed him too, after which John gets a chance to make introductions.

"Molly?... this is Pete and Terry... guys?.. come closer... that's it."

The pair move right in close to Molly and say there hellos, both feeling awkward and unsure what to do next.

They receive a quiet, "Hi... pleased to meet you." From the young lady, who is now completely surrounded by the men, Ray in her arms, Pete on her left and Terry on her right, she senses right away that these two newcomers are apprehensive which eases her own nerves a little.

After greetings John instructs Molly to, 'make his friends welcome', which she does by kissing first Pete then Terry, the latter watches as his friend's lips join with hers, it's slow and tentative initially but Pete soon finds Molly's tongue slipping into his mouth and welcomes it with his own.

After deeply kissing Pete for a moment, carefully watched by the others, Molly breaks away and gives the same treatment to Terry, this one she can sense is the most nervous, however, she soon has him breathing harder and kissing back as their tongues dance together.

Breaking away Terry looks around at the others, who burst into giggles at the awed expression etched upon his face. Grinning back, he immediately begins to feel the nerves ebbing away as excitement flows in, the kiss he's just enjoyed generating a warm feeling low down in his belly, and a swelling in his groin.

John, ceasing his chuckling, eager to get on, now takes control... Molly is here for them, to be used as the slut she is... and the longer they're out here the more chance there is of being discovered.

To one side of the exit door is a stack of wooden pallets around five feet high, John strides over to these and begins taking some of the pallets off the stack to reduce its height, once finished he calls Molly and the guys over.

After leaving Ray's arms Pete and Terry get a titillating flash of her naked body as she goes past, Molly soaking up their wide eyed expressions.

"Over here... guys... put yer coats down on top of this pallet... that's it."

Ray, Terry and Pete pile their coats on the top pallet forming a makeshift bed for the young lady to lay on, then John gives her his next instruction.

"Right lass... take yer coat off and on yer get." Molly briefly pauses to look around at the men surrounding her, her heart is racing and she can feel herself trembling with nervous excitement. Swallowing hard she obeys John and removes the garment, handing it to him before getting down onto her back over the clothing, causing a murmur of excited exclamations throughout the little group.

John, hearing the comments, has another little chuckle before adding his own, "Yeh that's right... she is fuckin gorgeous... and she's ours... so enjoy her... we haven't got all night remember."

Next, he places Molly's coat down at the end of the pallet and then has words for Ray, giving him the green light to go first. The old fella doesn't need asking twice and he's soon unbuttoning his belt, getting into position between Molly's open legs while Pete and Terry are urged by John to get in on the action.

Having no previous experience of sharing a woman, the pair are unsure of how to behave so need a little prompting.

"Come on lads... right in close that's it... go on... av a go on her tits... don't be shy... she fuckin loves it."

Molly is laid along the edge of the pallet so her head is at one corner and her bottom at the other, allowing good access to both ends.

Pete, being more confident than Terry, gets into position near Molly's head and begins groping her right breast, rolling and tweaking the nipple while alternating his gaze between the young lady and Ray, who now has his trousers and underpants down around knees, he's holding his hard cock in hand and sliding the head teasingly up and down her slick entrance, causing Molly to emit quiet little moans.

Meanwhile, Terry has copied Pete and is playing with Molly's left boob, his eyes filled with excited fascination. Like John and Pete, his wife went off sex years ago, and so he hasn't touched a woman intimately for a long time.

He watches intently as Molly's nipple begins to swell at his touch... and the actions of others.

"Aahhhh." She suddenly gasps as Ray quits teasing and pushes himself inside the young mum, supporting her legs with his arms he begins steady deep strokes eliciting another gasp from Molly and a passionate, "Oh god yes."

The sensation of being entered prompts Molly to turn her head and gaze off between Ray and Pete... into the darkness beyond their little pool of light.

She cannot see him but she knows that Chris, her hubby, can see her.

This knowledge, added to the glorious sensations currently flooding her mind, spur her to action and she lets a hand wander to the two ctrotches within easy reach. Feeling a flinch from Terry, both him and Pete however, remain where they are, enjoying the attentions of Molly's curious fingers.

John, who's been quietly watching for a moment, feeling himself firming up at the spectacle before him, now eggs Molly on, urging her to get his friend's dicks out.

Stood over Molly as they are, she has easy access to Pete and Terry's belts, buttons and fly zippers, concentrating both hands on one at a time the young lady soon has both guy's trousers and underpants down, exposing their bare cocks. Grasping one in each hand she lets out another quiet exclamation between ever more rapid breaths, Ray is doing a fine job at the other end and she can feel a big one building already.

Terry's unease regarding his size quickly evaporates, the sensation of Molly gently wanking him to full hardness proving the ultimate distraction, and his confidence is further boosted by Molly's next actions... as... without prompting she chooses him first over Pete... to gobble up.

Beginning to enter a whole new world of pleasure and excitement, Molly eagerly turns to her left and takes Terry's hard-on into her mouth, causing a loud gasp from above and excited exclamations from John and Pete.

Terry just stares down at what's happening to him dumbstruck for a brief moment, eyes wide, gaze firmly fixed on his cock sliding in and out of the young lady's mouth as she bobs her head back and forth.

"Oh shit!" Terry's quiet, awestruck exclamation causes a murmur of chuckles from the group, including Ray, who's now puffing and panting while busy at the other end of Molly, cradling a leg in the crook of each arm. Despite her being slippery wet she offers a snug grip on his old cock, and he's beginning to feel the urge rapidly approaching.

As it turns out however, it's Molly who comes first. The sheer thrill of being surrounded by these dirty old men, to feel Ray's thrusts becoming harder, faster, to hear Terry's fervent words as she sucks his cock while wanking Pete's... all of this... and then to know Chris is watching them from the car... it is all too much.

Letting Terry out her mouth Molly throws her head back in a silent scream, eyes screwed tight shut.

For a moment she's lost within its intensity, her whole body trembling. The men surrounding her respond with excited remarks, and as she comes out of it panting and whispering expletives, John's voice is heard praising his friend.

"Oh yeah... feel her trembling?.. nice one old lad... Ray knows how to please the little tart."

But Ray has no time to bask in glory, his climax is upon him seconds after Molly's, and, seeing what's about to happen, John's praise quickly turns to enthusiastic goading, "Oh yes!... get stuck in... go on spunk her up... that's it." The words are hissed out, such is the level of excitement.

Molly opens her eyes to see old Ray's red faced determined expression as his rapid thrusting suddenly ceases and he pushes deep, panting hard. She gazes into his eyes with a look that clearly displays to the others how she feels about this endearing old man, for there is genuine chemistry here.

Breaking their loving gaze, Molly looks past him into the inky blackness beyond... where another pair of hungry eyes are watching.

It's a special moment, a secret moment between wife and husband that belongs to them only.

Feeling the familiar throbbing of a climaxing cock deep within her beginning to ebb, Molly watches Ray closely as he withdraws amid John's command for the young mum to clean him up.

"Right... who's next?" John adds, glancing from Pete to Terry.

The guys exchange looks and Pete offers the chance to his friend, wanting to feel the young lady's pretty mouth and willing tongue for himself. Ray swaps places with Terry, and Molly licks him clean while at the other end Terry hesitates for a brief moment, gazing down between Molly's legs, her ginger bush is glistening with juices and a bead of pearly goo has slithered down into the crack of her arse.

Never having been part of anything like this before, the sight of Ray's spunk oozing out Molly's fanny takes him aback initially, but Terry quickly overcomes his squeamishness and gets into position cradling her legs like Ray before him.

"Mmmm." Molly purrs approvingly as another hard cock replaces the last, sucking the dregs out of Ray she finishes with a meaningful look up at her favourite before turning to gobble Pete's eager offering. He's a big boy, easily as big as John and circumcised, the large flared helmet seeming to fill her mouth.

As Ray withdraws, pulling his underpants and trousers back up, John moves to where he's been standing near Molly's head and begins unzipping himself, he's been content to watch up to this point but the sight and sound of Molly enjoying the attention of his friends has now become too much.

John had private concerns about pushing his control over the young lady by setting up this gangbang, although recognising that she'd come out of her shell and relished the attentions of him and Ray, another two men was stretching her compliance, however, Molly was clearly reveling in the extra attention... a natural slut for sure.

With his erect cock out he presents it to her by tapping the swollen head on her cheek, letting Pete out she turns and takes him in, giving Pete a short break from the intense sensations her writhing tongue produce.

He last had a blow job roughly ten years ago and it was nothing like this, even to him a mere newcomer, it's obvious that Molly is enjoying herself... in an almost frenzied manner.

Meanwhile, as Molly's ample bosoms shake to each thrust Terry is giving her, and her muffled moans fill the air between the little group, a hundred yards or so further down the alleyway, Chris is watching what's happening to his wife through binoculars.

He sits in the drivers seat of their car, heart thumping like crazy, left hand holding up the binos to eager eyes, right hand gently stroking his hard cock.

He's wearing a condom to take care of any premature mess, although it's their intention for Molly to suck him off once she returns to the car it's entirely possible that he won't last that long, what he can see is driving him into a frenzy of lust... the desire to climax almost impossible to resist.

Back at the makeshift bed Molly has swapped again and is now sucking Pete while wanking John... when Terry's thrusting... suddenly speeds up.

"Oh god yeah." He gasps, his impending climax eliciting goading responses from the others, and a moment later another load is added to the first, causing a squeal of delight from the young mum, who's briefly let Pete out of her mouth to gaze up at Terry.

Withdrawing, and at John's direction, he staggers around to Molly's head, red faced and out of breath, whereupon she dutifully licks him clean.

With cock number two spent and cleaned up John asks his friend a question. "Well Pete old buddy... you want heads or tails?"

After dealing with Terry, Molly has immediately resumed sucking Pete, finding his large helmet particularly interesting, and as such, the eager actions of her tongue sway Pete somewhat with his decision.

Taking a sharp breath in while playing with her long hair, he groans it back out exaggeratingly before telling John that he's more than fine at this end.

And with Pete's choice made, John quickly moves around the pallet bed and gets into position between Molly's legs, secretly hoping his friend would opt for her mouth, John has, over the past few weeks developed a fetish for sloppy seconds, becoming excited by the look and feel of a freshly spunked fanny.

Gazing fervently down at the messy state she's been left in by Ray and Terry, he utters a whispered, "Oh yeah." It is so quiet that Molly's soft moans as she enjoys Pete's cock drown it out.

Continuing to stare down, he slowly slides his cock deep inside and withdraws it then repeats, watching intently how the other guy's cum streaks down his shaft, some dripping to the floor below on the out strokes, while a soft squelching noise can be heard on the return journey.

Then, after several more strokes, John's trance like state is suddenly broken by a louder moan from Molly, she's let Pete out her mouth for a moment to gaze up at John, they make eye contact and in that instant, brief as it is, he can see a question in her eyes, a provocative one, 'Well?... what are you waiting for?'

Realising that Molly is asking for it hard and rough arouses John's dominance, he grasps her calves raising them up so that Molly's ankles are on his shoulders, and then begins giving her what she wants.

She closes her eyes and emits a loud moan of delight as John's powerful thrusts rock her body, opening them again she aims a meaningful look up at him before turning to Pete once more, taking his engorged bell into her mouth and letting him know how much she's relishing being their slut.

For all three there is now an exciting sense of urgency, the others watching can also feel it and begin to goad, with the urging mainly aimed at John who's already vigorous thrusting is gaining momentum.

In this position his large cock is penetrating deep, bumping Molly with almost every in stroke sending the young mum into a frenzy, her nasal moans as she sucks Pete are becoming so loud the two spectators keep looking worryingly around at the exit door, fearing someone may hear.

Pete puffs and pants, gazing down at the gorgeous beauty currently making his balls boil, her cheek is constantly moving with the actions of her tongue on his cock within, and her bare breasts wobble and shake to John's thrusts.

It's a thrilling sight, and coupled with the exquisite sensations of Molly's tongue... ultimately pushes him over the edge.

"I'm gunna... aahhh... I'm gunna cum."

Announcing what's about to happen through quick breaths attracts excited comments from Terry and Ray, John is fucking Molly for all he's worth, staring fervently down at her, his face red and sweaty, seemingly oblivious to anything else.

There's no response from Molly, so, being a gentleman and not wanting to upset the young lady by coming in her mouth, something his wife never allowed, he repeats his earlier warning, this time however, Molly reacts by grasping his balls and gently fondling while wriggling her tongue harder, sending Pete a clear signal.

He fills her mouth seconds later, in a head spinning climax that leaves him feeling dizzy. Molly keeps it in, swallowing quickly, there's a lot of spunk and with the violent movements caused by John's determined thrusting, some spills out her mouth and runs down her cheek dripping onto the pallet beneath.

She keeps sucking till the flow stops and Pete's large member starts to shrink, letting him out he thanks her and withdraws, pulling his things back up and joining the other two to watch John fucking Molly.

It's a short but exciting show, as both of them come together a moment later, Molly shocking the two newcomers as she spits out hushed expletives while gazing fervently up at John... such intensity.

As it passes, John lets Molly's legs go and pulls out, gazing down between her open thighs. "Fuckin ell!" He exclaims through heavy breaths, "Look at that."

In awe at the time, it's mostly spoken to himself but the others do hear and move close for a look at the state she's in. The ginger bush is soaking, and a thick bead of cum is running out her cunny down into the crack of her arse.

With the group gathered around gazing between her legs making approving remarks, Molly feels a great sense of satisfaction in taking care of them all... all four.

It briefly flashes across her mind while laid there, vulnerable and dirty as she is, what would folk who know her think if they could see her now?

Friends... family... would they even recognise her?

It's an uncomfortable question and is fortunately gone just as fast as it appears, thanks to John's glistening cock thrust rudely into her face for cleaning.

"Ere lass... suck the drops out will yer... mmmm... oh yeah... that's it... good girl."

She takes him into her mouth without hesitation, greedily sucking the dregs out of John while he instructs Ray to get his mobile out his jacket pocket.

Next, while continuing to enjoy the affections of the young ladies mouth, John directs Ray to take a photo between Molly's legs, of her all messed up.

"Just take one mind... don't want the flash attracting attention."

Ray takes the phone and stands back a little then snaps one photo, checks it and shows it to John.

"Oh yeah... perfect... thanks mate... put it back in my pocket... mmmm... oh Molly... you have been such a good girl tonight... now... lick the end... that's it."

It's while licking the end of John's shrinking cock, that Molly aims another special look over to where she knows their car is... a brief but meaningful 'snapshot'... for hubby.

She wonders absently if Chris managed to keep himself under control while watching, but once again has her thoughts disturbed by John.

"Right... mmmm... yeh that should do... good girl."

He withdraws then begins putting himself away. There's a sudden sense of finality amongst the group and Molly slowly gets up off the pallets allowing the guys to collect their coats, Pete complaining that his has cum on it, drawing chuckles from his friends.

Molly doesn't laugh along with them but grins to herself, feeling elated at what she's just done. She's passed some clean tissues by Ray and begins wiping the inside of her thighs while the men thank her and then begin to move away towards the ajar exit door, leaving her with John.

Notably, he doesn't thank her but once again pours praise, calling Molly his 'good girl', telling her that himself and Ray will be round to visit on tuesday as usual, John passes her coat then kisses her and joins the others as they go back into the club, it's door squeaking shut behind them.

She stands there for a moment, suddenly all alone... a solitary figure in a pool of light... the whole encounter has taken just fifteen minutes. Suddenly feeling the cold night air for the first time since she removed her coat, Molly quickly puts it back on and fastens up before stepping out of the light into the darkness beyond, on legs that feel like jelly.

Heels click clicking on the tarmac, back up the alleyway to an eagerly awaiting hubby. On nearing the car Chris reaches over and opens the passenger door for her, the courtesy light illuminating the interior... and oh my... Chris's face is a picture of the utmost excitement.

She gets in beside him and closes the door, Chris's feverish expression quickly cloaked in darkness as the light goes out.

There's a brief silence between them as they face each other in the gloom, she can feel his hunger... raw undiluted lust.

"That was..." Chris begins in a voice that trembles with passion, but he cannot find the words to describe.

"I know what you're trying to say... I feel it too... did you?" Molly asks, hoping that her hubby managed to save himself.

"No." He replies, the strong answer coming right after the question, an indication of his need.

Knowing what his wife is going to do next he pulls the condom off just as she leans across and lowers her head to his lap.

"Oh god!" Chris gasps, feeling warm, wriggling wet envelope his swollen bell. He fills his wife's mouth with a gush of cum just half a minute later, so turned on is he.

Relief fills the void as the sexual tension that has built up watching Molly, is sucked out of him.

Once drained, she raises her head out his lap and the couple passionately kiss.

It has been an amazing experience for the pair, both are in a kind of stunned awe at the level of excitement achieved, and the night is far from over, after sharing their kiss the car is started and they head off for home. Despite his recent climax Chris soon finds himself nursing another erection, as while driving back home the couple talk about the experience, Molly describing how it felt for her, what she has to say in her soft sexy voice that Chris, and others, find so exciting, is more than enough to bring about another aching hard-on within moments of the last.

But it's not just Molly's detailed descriptions of how she felt while those dirty old men had their way, Chris can smell cum on her, mixed in with his wife's sweat and perfume, an arousing cocktail indeed. Chris, like John, has developed a fetish for sloppy seconds. He was a little shy about revealing this kink initially, expecting Molly to think it strange, but when he revealed the truth just a few days after everything came out about the affair, Molly was very understanding.

Better than that in fact, she finds the idea just as exciting as Chris. So, for the past few visits from John and Ray she has refrained from showering afterwards, leaving herself 'dirty' for hubby to investigate later in the day.

But now, instead of one or two loads in her cunny, his wife has three, some of which is currently leaking out onto the back of her coat.

So, it is with some degree of urgency that Chris drives back home, whereupon the couple go straight upstairs to their bedroom, Chris taking a few photos of Molly laid back on their bed legs spread wide, showing the 'result' of what those men did to her.

Afterwards, an eager Chris gets on top of his wife and pushes his aching cock inside of her, feeling for himself first hand just how wet she is, once again he doesn't last long, the sheer thrill of enjoying Molly while she is dirty proving too much fun.

However, the night for this couple is young... and they have a lot of love to give to each other.

**

The day after the night before, Molly and Chris awoke to an almost dream like day, did they really do that last night? That is how it felt, unreal. What they'd done was so out of character that if people they knew were to be told they simply would not believe it. Even if they were to see the lewd act with their own eyes they would still be left questioning themselves, if the young lady really was Molly or just someone who looked like her.

In the cold light of day the couple both experienced guilt over what happened, anxiety, and the 'What ifs' came wandering in, what if someone had seen them? It was a public place after all, what if the guys told their other friends? Surely such a thing was hard to keep to themselves and if they did tell, their secret was bound to come out.

Other worries included the possibility of Molly becoming pregnant, although she was on the pill it wasn't a hundred percent effective. This worry however, was quickly overshadowed by a very kinky 'breeding' fantasy that Molly and Chris shared, twisted... but so naughty.

Despite all these issues however, it was quickly realised that what had taken place that friday night in the alleyway behind the George club, was their combined ultimate sexual fantasy.

And so their worries were set aside, Molly agreeing to comply with John and meet up for a second encounter the following friday... which is where our story first began.

This second meeting was even better than the first, an unexpected absence of pallets for Molly to lay on meant that she was taken from behind by the group of friends while bent double, hands splayed across the George back wall close to the exit door.

This rather 'animalistic' way of being used by the old men proving to be very exciting for all involved, indeed, Chris couldn't hold it in and had to fill his condom while watching.

These outdoor encounters just got better from then on, each secret meeting in the alleyway only wetting the appetite for the next, with Molly and Chris eagerly counting down the days left until they could do it again.

What had started out seemingly so long ago, with a spontaneous act, an exciting spur-of-the-moment decision to cheat on her husband by Molly, had ended up snowballing out of control... going on to eventually realise both wife and hubby's wildest fantasies.

The end.

Epilogue.

Over the coming weeks, the young couple kept up their routine, Molly enjoying the company of John and Ray on tuesday mornings, with the steamy bedroom sessions covertly recorded by Chris, both men oblivious. Then on friday nights Molly would be driven to the alleyway, where hubby would discreetly watch his wife being gangbanged from their carefully parked car.

The couple led a double life, outwardly shy, meek and mild, respectable, nobody ever suspected what was happening behind closed doors, or indeed, down dark alleyways, their fragile secret remained intact... for a little while.

Then, after several more weeks of alleyway fun, something happened that was to further enhance the experience.

Unbeknown to John and his friends, their little trips out back of the George club had been noticed. Although brief, with each pretend trip to the gents only lasting at most fifteen minutes, a certain individual with a love of elvis songs had observed the men leaving their table heading for the toilets, but then one time when he went after them, they were not in there.

So, with his curiosity aroused, Jake waited while they did it again the following friday and followed them. Going past the gents along the corridor and around the corner, he noticed the fire exit door was slightly ajar...

Carefully approaching, he began to hear faint noises coming from outside, at first unrecognisable, the closer he drew the louder the sounds got until his heart started to thump with recognition, for they were the same noises he heard while enjoying porn on his phone.

A woman moaning softly, men's voices, their vulgar comments delivered in fervent tone, another man cursing through panting breath... the soft rhythmic slap... slap... slap of skin on skin...

Getting to the door Jake peered through the tiny crack, his heart beating faster still at what he could see, one of the old men was fucking a young woman. Desperate to see more he ever so gently began pushing the door open, only for it to make a creaking noise and give his presence away.

Jake was quick but John quicker, stood near the exit door and keeping a good lookout while Ray was enjoying Molly, he'd noticed the door moving before it made a noise. Pushing it open he instantly recognised the short stout figure of Jake and grabbed him by the arm.

Being a very timid young man he froze, not trying to fight or get away but in a state of mild shock at what was happening.

John, initially angry, pulled the youngster outside where the night's activity was brought to an abrupt halt by his presence.

Shocked at being discovered, the group quickly discussed what to do next, Jake, a popular character in the town had lots of friends and although he promised not to tell anyone what he'd seen, they knew he would blab to someone sooner or later... unless he had a good reason not to.

Threatening him was out of the question, and so, it was John who came up with a solution... bring Jake in on the action.

Let him have a go with Molly, that night and subsequent friday nights, on the understanding that he kept his mouth shut, if he blabbed then there would be no more Molly for him.

Being so shy around women Jake had never had a girlfriend but desperately wanted one, he also desperately wanted to have sex, full of hormones with a high libido meant he was jerking off two or three times a day... and now... presented with this opportunity.

Despite his shyness and the shock of the situation he found himself in, hormones won the day and he agreed to become part of their special little group. With the rest also in agreement, the fun began where it had left off, with Ray giving the young lady a good seeing-to.

After observing so much porn on his phone, being able to watch a live show proved highly arousing for the young man, he watched in wide eyed excited wonder with the front of his trousers tented out, as each man had his turn with Molly.

Being a newcomer and the youngest, he was last, and when it came to it he froze once again, not knowing how to proceed, feeling very nervous.

And this is where John took control, ordering Molly to get down on her knees before Jake and unzip his trousers, whereupon the young man received his very first blowjob, lasting less than a minute before pumping cum into the young mum's mouth.

Profusely thanking Molly afterwards earned him her respect and she took to this surprise addition to their group quickly.

Chris, who'd been watching everything through his binos could hardly believe his eyes, now there were five men enjoying his wife, suffice to say by the time Molly had returned to the car he'd already filled his condom and was sporting another erection, which young wifey immediately took care of.

The following friday saw Jake lose his virginity to Molly, while she lay on her back atop a new stack of pallets, the others watching and quietly egging him on.

Jake kept his word and didn't mention what was going on in the alleyway to anyone, so fearful that what he'd found would be lost, not only a 'girlfriend' but some new friends in the old guys. The newcomer got on well with them all, particularly Ray who took the young man under his wing.

Molly also grew very fond of the new recruit, ten years her junior, she now enjoyed the best of both worlds... young... and old.