Just Watchin: Ch 02

I didn't wake up next day; I was woken up!

I was on my back, still under the bed clothes, and my legs were open. It was that tingly feeling starting within my vagina and starting to spread up to my nipples and to my finger tips that actually woke me. At first I was confused about where I was, whose bed I was in and with who, as I could feel three fingers sliding in and out of my little pleasure zone, creating those tingles. They were soon joined by the soft, wet feeling of a tongue fleetingly flicking over my clit, my little button of ecstasy. And when this little button was sucked in between those lips, my back arched, my head pressed hard into the pillows, a load scream leaving my mouth as I had a nerve shattering orgasm. I actually felt my juices begin flowing around those fingers. This was a way to wake up in a morning!

It seemed to take ages for my body to relax; for my back to return to the mattress. My legs automatically began to fall open and spread themselves wide, the fingers pulling free. I felt Michelle kissing her way up my body, her lips sucking in each of my nipples. I don't remember taking off Andy's T-shirt during the night, but it had disappeared somewhere, somehow.

Her head finally came into view from under the covers, our breasts pressed together as she smiled down at me. Michelle lowered her head until our lips met, her tongue pushing into my mouth and wrestling with mine.

"Morning, sleepy," Michelle said as she pulled her lips from mine.

"Morning," I replied, smiling up at her, but also embarrassed that another woman could make me cum like she just did.

Michelle pushed herself up and drew her legs upwards, spread wide over my waist and her hands either side of my shoulders. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but I was sure I could feel her wetness on my stomach.

"I think I'm going to make us breakfast," she smiled as she talked. "I'll get you a pair of knickers and put your T-shirt on. Just in case someone walks in." She leaned down and gave me a quick peck on my lips before picking my shirt up and chucking it to me. She then went into a drawer and took out two pairs of knickers and passing one to me before pulling her own bits of clothing on and heading to the kitchen.

I checked my own knickers first. I'd never worn any other woman's before and I really didn't want to start. But when I picked mine up, I could feel the crust of two loads of the boys sperm from last night, along with whatever I'd leaked, too. Michelle was right; I didn't really want to put them on for now, so I finally pulled the black pair on that she'd left for me.

Michelle was just putting cups of tea on the table when I entered. She placed a plate of toast in front of each of us as we both sat down. I still felt a little strange and, for some reason, slightly embarrassed, sat in someone else's home in a T-shirt and knickers I'd borrowed from them, and especially in front of an older woman.

"So, Emily!" Michelle suddenly said. "How do you feel this morning about what happened last night?"

I had to think about that. I knew I loved every second, every thrust, of those cocks as they fucked me. And the feel of Michelle's tongue inside me, and her fingers as they found all my delicate places. But I couldn't get past the feeling inside of me that I'd betrayed my husband. We'd only been married three months and two of those he'd been in Belfast. He'd also been the only man I had fucked; but in one evening, I had allowed two others to fuck me and fill me with their juice. I thought I could still feel it, running down my thighs. But how do I feel? I felt ashamed!

I hadn't realised I'd been holding Michelle's hand all the way through explaining all this to her.

"We all felt like that, the first time," Michelle quietly said.

"We?" I asked.

"I'll get to that. But at the moment I'm concerned about you. Both of them cum inside you last night. Are you taking the pill?"

"No," I very quietly replied. "I'm already pregnant."

"Congratulations," she said and came over and hugged me. "Is it what you wanted?"

"Yes," I was crying now as I answered. "It wasn't planned, but neither of us was bothered if it happened. Dave doesn't know yet. I've not managed to tell him, but he's calling me next Monday."

"I'm sure he'll be over the moon when he hears, Emily. At least being pregnant, you're safe for the next few months, if you want to carry on like we did last night. The lads will love you being pregnant."

"Lads?" I said. "You mean the two from last night?"

"Yes, Wes and Phil," she answered. "Amongst some you'll meet later."

Finally, I knew the names of the two squaddies that had fucked me.

"Which one was Wes?" I asked her.

"Wes was the first one to cum inside you, Phil the second. Wes then fucked and came inside me."

"Tell me what you mean when you said 'We'," I asked her. And she did!

She went on to say that five other wives had formed their own club, all with the same aim; to not be neglected when their husbands were away for a long time; a long time being defined as four weeks or more.

It actually started with Michelle and Jenny with the consent of their husbands, but only permission to go out around town. And that's what they did, just the two of them. But two English wives' on their own in a German pub attracted many of the hundreds of squaddies just out to fuck someone. And other squaddies wives' just happened to be their favourite targets.

By the end of their first trial period, they had managed most nights out and never had to buy a drink. It had cost them, but not as much as the squaddies wanted them to pay. Michelle and Jenny had started by allowing some of them to fondle their breasts, and some had managed to get their fingers inside their knickers, bringing the girl's to orgasm by finger-fucking them. They had even gone as far with four by taking them outside into a dark corner and wanking them all together until they came.

When Matt and Andy returned, they wanted to know how their nights out had gone. So when they met at Jenny's for a drink one Saturday night, the girl's told them. Everything!

But rather than being angry with their wives', by the end, both husbands were rubbing their hard cocks through their jeans. Michelle and Andy ended up staying all night and the girls were fucked endlessly by their husbands and each other's husband.

Next day, as they sat in the living room, after just fucking each other's husbands again, Andy suggested our Wives Club, and for purely selfish reasons. He said they were giving us the opportunity to fuck other squaddies, but they would like a similar opportunity to fuck other wives. And it was our job to recruit them into our little fold. Obviously we agreed.

By that time, the boys were hard again and they fucked us again. Before Michelle and Andy left, they set a few rules.

First, no Germans; squaddies only.

Second, recruit from other Units or Regiments in the Garrison. That way, all the men won't be away at the same time. And the women were allowed to actually recruit their own husbands.

Third, and essentially, no single squaddies! Married only. That way there was less chance of their names getting spread around that their wives were sluts and would fuck anyone. A married man wants to keep it from his wife. Also, less chance of catching a venereal disease (these days known as STD).

Finally, and we thought he said this as a joke, all us women should shave our pubes, giving us a smooth pussy. Apparently Andy had seen them shaved on some German Porn and thought it was sexy.

"So now you've become our sixth female member, if you want to join," she finished with.

Could I do this to Dave? My husband? Six month's we had been married and I'd let two other men fuck me last night. Would he ever forgive me if he found out? Would he want a divorce? These and other questions were going around in my head. I had betrayed him. His trust. How would I feel if the table was turned?

But then I thought about how they made me feel last night. I had orgasms. I hadn't had those before. They both thought about me as they fucked me. Dave didn't seem to. They made me feel that I wanted more. And if Dave wasn't going to do that, then why not? I loved him and I always will, but at the moment, that wasn't enough for my body.

"Ok, I will," I answered in a whisper.

Michelle screamed in excitement and jumped up and hugged me tight.

"You won't regret it, Emily," she said as she pushed her lips hard against mine. Finally pulling away, but still holding me, she continued.

"I'll let the others know. Just don't tell them about us yet. You're the first woman I've ever done that with before."

"Don't worry," I smiled. "I loved everything you did to me. And I hope you'll teach me how to do the same to you. But do you mind if I go home now? My whole body is still aching with what you all did to me last night."

"Of course not," she said, reaching down and kissing me again. "You can even keep my knickers on," laughing.

Not long after, I was dressed, arranged to come back tomorrow and walked home. Once in my quarter, the doubt began to creep in again. Did I do the right thing, agreeing to join them? Michelle hadn't even told me who the others were, apart from Jenny, Matt and Andy. I just assumed Wes and Phil were, too, with them being there last night.

The memories of those two cocks fucking me entered my head. I could see them both in my mind as they fucked Michelle, especially Wes as he fucked her directly in front of me as Phil was fucking me from behind. And the feel of both cocks fucking me together, in my mouth and pussy at the same time. And then their sperm, filling me to overflowing as first one, then the other emptied inside my willing vagina.

Thinking about them made my fluids flow inside me once again. Walking to the bedroom to change for a bath, I quickly stripped. I lay on the bed, legs wide and bent at the knees. I used my fingers inside my pussy as with my other hand I massaged my clit. My eyes were closed, concentrating on recreating the vision of those cocks last night as I fucked and sucked them.

"Oh, fuuuuuck," I moaned softly as I neared. I could see myself, my knees on the chair, legs as wide as they could go, my breasts hanging over the chair back, swinging forward every time Phil thrust into me. It seemed that I could actually feel that cock slamming into me. My own fingers were bringing me to a climax as I felt his cock thicken and throb harder inside me. I knew he was cumming and just before he did, my own orgasm hit hard as my legs clamped my hand still inside my pussy, my back arching, forcing my breasts upwards, and my other hand kept moving on my clit, prolonging my self-induced climax.

Finally, I climbed into the bath, just soaking, relaxing my body. I wondered what could happen tomorrow. Now I'd agreed to become part of the Club, Michelle had asked me back. I didn't know how to shave myself 'down there' so she said she would give me a practical demonstration and then she'd take me into town to buy the appropriate equipment. Apparently, I had to shave it at least once a week, otherwise it itches when the hair starts to grow back.

Apart from Michelle shaving me (and nothing sexual actually happened), I had a quiet few days. That is, until Jenny came to see me.

Jenny invited me over to their married quarter. Matt had come home for his R&R yesterday for four days. She asked me to wear a dress or skirt and top as although it was just drinks, she wanted us all to dress up for him. She said Michelle would be there and we could ask him how our husbands were getting on in Belfast.

After I showered and dried my hair, I put it in a ponytail. I had a black halter-neck dress that hugged my body to my waist, then the skirt flared out to just above my knees. In the past, if I spun too fast while dancing, it would flash my knickers to anyone who may be watching. But I didn't think we'd be dancing much tonight. Besides, with my condition, I wouldn't be able to wear it much longer and maybe not at all after giving birth.

I arrived about 7.30pm. At least I wasn't the only one wearing a dress. Michelle and Jenny were, too. Along with Matt, who I had met before, was Connor. I found out later he was with the Tank Regiment based in our barracks, too. Also married. This evening, he'd told his wife he was going out with a friend, so not to expect him back too early.

The drinks flowed and I found out that Connor was good company to be with. Matt on the other hand, I found a bit obnoxious. He couldn't hold his bad language back and didn't seem to care.

At one point, I found him sat next to me when Jenny had gone into the kitchen to make some more drinks.

"So, Emily," he said. "I hear you're the Clubs latest recruit?" placing his hand on my knee.

I swung my head around to look at him. I didn't want to cause any problems at Jenny's party. I found that along with his hand on my knee, his eyes were transfixed on my cleavage.

"Who told you?" I asked, quietly.

"Michelle and Jenny," he answered. "Who do you think? We had just finished fucking them this morning. You could call it pillow talk between the four of us in bed. And I'm sure when I see Wes or Phil, they'll put me in the picture about your, er, skills, shall we say. That is of course, if I don't get to sample your obvious delights first."

His hand was now rubbing up and down along my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress higher. I could feel the heat rising, making me blush. I was sat in my friend's home, and it seemed that all her husband was thinking about was having the chance to get inside my knickers.

I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that Michelle and Connor were watching me to see how I reacted. I decided to make him work at it if he wanted me to let him fuck me.

"And what makes you think you'll get a chance?" I said in a low voice.

All he did was smirk at me. Not smile, but smirk, the self-assured twat! His hand continued to move higher and higher. I opened my legs a little. With my dress so high, I knew Connor could see my white lacy knickers just covering my newly shaved vagina.

Then I spotted Michelle. She was also watching me, but her hand was slowly stroking the largest and thickest cock I'd seen so far. Then I finally realised; this wasn't meant to be just drinks for Matt; it was going to be a welcome home fuck session and I was the new fish in the tank!

I knew I should, but I didn't stop Matt's hand finally reaching its destination. My eyes were fixed on Connor's cock and the feeling of Matt's gentle hand moving towards my pussy had my mind working overtime.

"You want that cock inside you, don't you, bitch," I heard Matt say to me and felt his hand pressing and rubbing my pussy. "I can feel you getting wet through your knickers."

I closed my legs, trapping his hand in place as Jenny came back in, drinks in hand. It stopped Matt using his whole hand, but not his fingers as he kept bending and flexing them.

She could see that her husband had his hand holding my mound and just smiled.

"It's good to see you two are finally getting to know each other," she said as she put the drinks on the coffee table. She then got on her knees next to Connor and put her hand on his cock with Michelle's. Their hands were working together as they stroked him slowly.

"Fuck, I need some water," I said, pushing Matt's hand away and getting up, heading to the kitchen.

What have I gotten myself in to? Less than a week ago, I was happy just being married to Dave. Just being his faithful and loving wife, soon to be a mother. Now look at me; I've let two men who I didn't even know fuck me, emptying their sperm where only Dave's had been before. I even slept with another woman, letting her bring me to orgasm. I agreed to join some sort of sordid sex club. And now here I am; at my friends party and her husband has had his hand feeling my pussy. My head was spinning with all this going through it as I drank the water.

Matt came up behind me and put his hands on my waist. I turned my head and looked back at him.

"What do you think you're doing, Matt?" I asked him sternly.

He didn't answer and he pushed his body against my back and pressed his mouth to mine. I couldn't help myself as I closed my eyes and pressed back as his tongue forced its way between my lips. It didn't take much for my resolve to disappear. I could feel how hard his cock felt forcing itself between my arse cheeks, even with our clothing on. I was surprised to feel the heat flowing through my body as it began to respond to Jenny's husband. I didn't even stop him as I felt his hand move down from my waist and up the outside of my thigh, lifting the hem of my dress higher.

"Matt! STOP! Your wife's just in the other room," I said weakly and really hoping he wouldn't stop.

"She's the one who sent me in," he answered, his hand now sliding between my legs, pressing into my pussy, moving backwards and forwards. "Her and Michelle are busy with Connor."

I parted my legs a little, giving him more room as his hand now forced its way down the back of my knickers and back in between my legs. There was no way he wouldn't notice how much my juice was leaking from inside me. And he didn't.

"Fucking hell, Emily, you're soaking," he chuckled. I felt the embarrassment work its way up to cover my face, turning me beetroot red. "And shaved smooth."

Six days ago, I would never have been in this position. I love my husband and he had been the only man who had fucked me. Then it all changed when Michelle let me watch her with two other men. And I ended up fucking them too. I didn't mean to. I didn't want to. In my mind, anyway. That night, I learnt that sometimes, your body doesn't always behave as your mind thinks it should. And I had the first orgasms of my life.

Now, here I was with my friend's husband's hand inside my knickers, my juice coating his palm and fingers as he moved them backwards and forwards, spreading my wetness around my shaved pussy. Shaved, to let him know I was available to him; part of the wives' secret club, available to their husband's, but not exclusively them alone, to fuck.

All this was going through my head as Matt used his other hand to push me down over the kitchen table, bending me at the waist, pressing my breasts against the table top. I felt his hands start to pull my knickers over my arse and down my legs. I lifted me legs one at a time so that Matt could remove them and then he threw them to the side somewhere.

He gripped each of my arse cheeks in his hands and began squeezing and rotating them together. My legs started shaking, anticipating what he was going to do to me. I gasped as he pulled my cheeks apart and I felt his wet tongue poking and licking my anus. God, it felt so bad, but so good. Another first for me.

Matt's tongue moved lower, pressing between my slit, parting my sopping wet folds, found its way to circle my clit and repeated the move backwards to my anus.

"Oh, FUCK, Matt!" I gasped as his tongue parted my sensitive petals and found its way inside my entrance. He wiggled it about for a while before moving his head and fucking me with it. He pulled back and I felt two fingers press inside me; again, wiggling about and gently finding their way around my soft and wet insides, until his forefinger found the rough G-spot, making my knees bend. He pulled his fingers free and then his tongue began licking and flicking my clit. He had me moaning and groaning, my first orgasm building from the pit of my stomach, little electric shocks firing into my womb.

"Matt, I'm cumming. Don't stop, please, don't stop!" I cried, reaching back with one hand and pulling his head deeper into my arse. He sucked my clit into his mouth and clamped his lips around it, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. That was enough.

"Oh, FUUUUUUCCK!" I moaned as my orgasm washed over me from my head to my toes. My legs gave way, the table keeping me up, arse in the air.

Just as I was coming down and back to normal, Matt slapped one of my cheeks with his hand.

"OUCH!" I shouted, pushing myself up with my hands and looking back. He started rubbing the red mark gently, massaging it and I was surprised when the pain faded into pleasure. I lowered myself back to the table.

SMACK! He did it on the other cheek. But this time I only felt the pleasure. Twice more he slapped my arse, again on each cheek and now I could feel my juices running down my thigh.

"Fuck me now, Matt!" I asked, turning my head to look at him. He looked directly into my eyes and smirked. Not smiled, but smirked as he reached down and unfastened his jeans, pushing them to the floor. I didn't take my eyes away as he then pushed his briefs down, freeing his rampant cock. With my limited experience of cocks, it looked impressive from where I was and I could feel my insides throbbing, anticipating its feel, waiting for him to push it into me for the first time.

Fleetingly, I thought of what I was about to do again; let another man fuck me while my husband was on the streets of Belfast, a green, walking target for the terrorists that were there trying to kill them. And while he was putting his life on the line, I was just about to be fucked by my third cock since he left.

I could feel tears welling up as Matt placed his cock in the crack of my arse and began pushing it up and down while pushing my arse cheeks together. I could see a large drop of his pre-cum ooze from the hole at the tip of his cock and slide over the head, down onto my arse. He squeezed a couple more drops out until his cock was sliding along my arse easily.

SMACK! Another slap, his eyes never leaving mine, the smirk still on his lips. He pushed himself back a little and forced his shaft down, then pushing it between my slippery thighs. It rubbed between my lips, opening them wider, making me jump when his cock head pressed against my pleasure dome. My tears stopped, pleasure took over, and guilt disappeared as there was only this moment as time after time Matt pressed into my love button.

"MATT!" I shouted. "FUCK ME, PLEEEASE!" Finally, still smirking at me, he pressed his cock upwards between my already open labia and the head spread my lips wider as he entered me for the first time. He gripped my waist tight as he pulled me back and pushed his cock fully inside me in one movement. I closed my eyes and screamed at the sudden invasion of my body.

Matt didn't even stop. He kept hammering into me, deep strokes, filling and touching places inside me that haven't been touched before. My vagina was clamping onto him hard, but the wet slickness of my insides only allowed him to thrust smoothly in and out.

He grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back, making me raise my chest, arching my back and thrusting my breasts out, as his hard, solid shaft hammered into me. My pussy was trying to grip his cock, but he was fucking me too fast. He slapped my arse again, twice, as his other hand gripped my fleshy hip. I yelled as he slapped me, but again the pain soon turned into more pleasure as his cock kept up the onslaught on my now swollen lips.

"That's it bitch," he hissed. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock." And I did.

"FUCK! Yes, yes, YESSSSSS!" I cried as my orgasm hit me like a train. Matt didn't stop and kept fucking me through my orgasm. He wasn't giving me a chance to recover before the second one hit. If Matt hadn't quickly grabbed my leg and pushed it up and onto the table top, I would have collapsed. In this position, he had full, unrestricted access to my well fucked pussy.

He held my leg down on the table as he slowed to a more moderate fuck-rate, letting my breathing and body slowly recover.

"I think that's enough for now," he laughed, pulling his cock free. "Connors going to love this tight pussy of yours."

Tight? Matt wasn't the first to say it was tight. Wes did, too.

"Get on your knee's now, bitch," he told me. "Take your dress off first. We don't want to make it messy, do we?"

I managed to stand on wobbly legs. It may have been fast, but his cock had tired me a little. I didn't turn around as I reached behind my head and pulled the strap back over. The front fell forward, freeing my breasts. I felt Matt pull down the zip at my waist around the back. I could feel it slide down to the top of my arse. One little push on my hips and my dress fell in a heap around my legs. Stepping back, I then leaned over to pick it up. I didn't bend my legs; I just more or less pushed my arse into his face which gave Matt the opportunity to push two fingers inside me again.

"Stay there, like that," he told me, fingers moving at a steady rhythm in and out inside me. Before I knew what he was doing, he'd moved around next to me. I felt his hand on the side of my face as he turned my head towards him. When it was in a position that suited him, he held his shaft and pushed it to my lips.

"Suck," was all he said. Without a thought, I opened my mouth and let him slide all the way inside. He couldn't fuck my mouth as far as my throat because of the angle of my neck. All the while, he was keeping me on edge with his fingers, in and out of my sopping wet pussy.

He pulled his cock free from my mouth, then his fingers from my pussy. Suddenly, I felt empty. I stood up and did as he told me earlier; I got on my knees in front of his throbbing cock. I was slightly disappointed that he hadn't finished me off. I've realised that it doesn't take much to make me orgasm, but a minute or so of his fingers wasn't enough.

"Phil was here last night," Matt said to me as he slowly stroked his shaft. "We both fucked Jenny together as a little welcome home present. He was right about you being tight. Now let's see if he's right about you taking his whole cock down your throat."

I took hold of his hardness, wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking his skin up and down. I moved it around, looking at it, examining it closely. It was a beautiful piece of anatomy, specially designed for its purpose; giving pleasure to women. If it's used correctly, that is. And so far, all three that have been inside me know how to use it correctly.

I don't know why, but I decided to take some control from him.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" I asked him softly, looking innocently up into his eyes.

"Fuck right I do!" he answered looking down at me.

I held his balls with my other hand as I licked my hand and again wrapped it around his shaft, making it smoother to handle. I then began to twist my wrist as I moved backwards and forwards along his erect penis. Pushing it upwards onto his stomach, I leaned into him and licked each of his balls in turn, then licked along the underside of his cock. I could feel it throb faster in my hand. I knew once he was in my throat, he'd soon empty the load building up in his prostate.

Matt's hands rested on my head as I pulled his cock downwards towards my mouth. I ran my tongue around the soft head, finally pushing the tip gently into his pee-hole. Then without warning, I slid his whole cock along my tongue and deep into my throat until my nose was pressed to his stomach.

"Oh, GOD! FUCK!" he shouted as he pressed my head to his stomach. When I needed to breathe, I pulled back, saliva trailing from my lips to the tip of his cock as I started stroking his tightly.

"Fuck, Emily," he said. "Do that again and I'll cum."

"Promise?" I whispered, grinning and looking up at him again with my innocent young eyes.

Do you know what I enjoyed more? That I could make a man, nearly twice my age, cum so quick with just my mouth. Those porn films I watched over these past few days have certainly pulled off the trick.

I did it again. I forced him deep into my throat, and this time, began moving my tongue around his shaft.

"Fuck, Emily! FUUUUUCK!" Matt shouted, holding my head tight against his stomach as I felt jet after jet of his juice fire down my throat into my stomach. I was shocked at the amount and was hoping it would end before my breath gave way.

Thankfully, it did and I slowly withdrew his cock, keeping my lips tight to pull any remaining cum into my mouth. Somehow, I'd managed to swallow it all. But I think if that had happened in my mouth, it would have been a different result.

"Open your mouth," he told me as he took hold of his own cock and stroked it over me, squeezing every little drop out of it. I held my tongue out to catch it. When he'd finished, we looked directly at each other as I rolled my tongue back inside my mouth and swallowed the remaining cum down into my stomach.

I was surprised that it didn't taste as bad as I thought it would, although I think pre-cum has a much sweeter taste.

"I take it you enjoyed our new recruit, Matt," we heard Jenny say from the doorway.

I looked over and she was leaning on the door frame totally naked, too. Her hand was still rubbing her mound. She let go and walked over to the side of Matt.

"Every fucking part of her," he answered as he kissed his wife. "She isn't meant to be with one fella, not with a body like hers. She needs to be shared around. I think the rest of the club are going to enjoy her."

"Well Wes and Phil already have and they weren't disappointed," she laughed, looking down at me still on my knees.

"Oh Emily!" she pouted, taking hold of Matts now limp cock. "Look what you've done to my husband. Michelle's close to finishing Connor, in there. Who am I going to do?"

"With Emily's skills, we'll be ready again pretty fucking quick. Then you can be the first to have us both." That made her smile.

"Now let's go and watch the other two finish off," he continued before turning towards me. "I'm only here until Tuesday and I'm going to have you again before I go. Would that be ok with you both?"

"Of course it would sweetheart, wouldn't it Emily," she answered for me. And it wasn't a question. "Come on. Before they've finished. I love seeing men cum."

I got up from my knees and followed them into the Living Room. We could hear Michelle's moans as we went through the door.

Immediately I could see, on the floor, Connor on his back. Michelle was on top of him, her hands on his chest as she rode his cock. And it was the thickest cock I had seen. I couldn't take my eyes off it as she raised her hips and then lowered on to him, taking nearly all of it inside her, his large, heavy balls swinging below her arse.

I could feel my juices filling my vaginal canal, hoping and anticipating that at some point, this specimen will be inside me.

"Why don't you go and help them, Emily," I heard Jenny say. "He loves having his balls played with."

Without taking my eyes off his cock, I knelt at the side of them. Michelle noticed and turned her head. Smiling at me and without breaking her rhythm, she leaned over and pressed her lips on mine, her tongue darting inside my mouth. My hand slid down her arse and over her perfectly shaped globes until I gently closed my fingers around Connor's testicles. They felt as heavy in my hands as I expected as I gently squeezed and manipulated them between my fingers. My other hand travelled slowly up Michelle's flat stomach, reaching one of her breasts. I pinched her nipple together, rubbing it between my fingers, before fondling her whole breast.

"Oh, that's so fucking good," Michelle moaned into my mouth.

I pulled back and opened my eyes. I looked over at Matt and Jenny. They just stared at me as though they'd never seen two women play together. I smiled at them and looked at Matt as I released her breast and let my hand roam down to in between her thighs.

"Are you ready to fuck him, Michelle?" I whispered into her ear.

"Oh, yes," she sighed. I looked at Connor.

"Are you ready, Connor?" smiling down at him, still gently fondling his balls.

"Fuck, yeah!" he replied.

I lowered my hand a little further, my fingers touching Connor's cock. I flexed my index finger over Michelle's clit, causing her to take a sharp breath inwards. I started rubbing and kneading her clit she leaned forward, resting her hands on Connor's chest again as she began raising and lowering her body along his length.

Michelle finally managed to reach the fastest rhythm that she could in her position. My constant stimulation was making her want to go faster, building her need to orgasm. As her need increased, so did Connor's. Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled Michelle down onto his chest and grabbed her arse tight with both hands. This allowed him to start thrusting upwards, now fucking Michelle instead of her fucking him.

By now I'd moved my hands and had one just resting in the middle of her arse, my fingers rubbing Connors cock as he hammered in and out of Andy's wife. His shaft and all around Michelle's entrance was covered in the foamy mixture of their combined juices.

Finally, with screams coming from Michelle, Connors cock exploded inside her. I'm sure I could feel each eruption through his shaft as his cock emptied its sticky substance.

"FUCK!" Michelle shouted, resting her head on Connors chest, her breathing beginning to return to normal. I hadn't moved from where I was and when Connor's cock had shrunk enough, I pulled it free from her now swollen and well fucked pussy. There was no doubt that he possessed some weapon between his legs.

I began licking it. After swallowing Matt's juice, I wanted to try another. The mixture of their juices together tasted so good. Even in its relaxed state, I couldn't fit my full hand around its girth. And I knew it would certainly stretch me wide.

I licked all along his length and all around his circumference, leaving his cock head until last. When it was time, I opened my mouth and began sliding my lips over him, sucking as I went. Even though I had managed to take three cocks all the way into my throat, it was impossible with Connor's. Due to the size, I think I managed half.

When I was satisfied, still holding it, I moved it to the side and began cleaning Michelle, returning what she did for me the other evening.

"FUCK, I've never seen any of you girls do that to each other before," I heard Matt say. "You've certainly found us a slut this time, girls."

I smiled at Matt. Why I found his comment as a compliment to me, I don't know. But at that time, it felt great. Especially with these two older, more experienced women here.

Michelle was still lying over Connor as she began moaning again. I was determined to make her cum, just like she did to me. I pulled her arse wide, opening her pussy lips as far as they would go. I pushed my tongue inside her as deep as I could. I moved it around, finding as much of Connor's sperm as I could and lapping it into my mouth before swallowing it. Their mixed juices tasted so erotic, a taste I really enjoyed.

Finally, with a loud moan, Michelle orgasmed, arching her back, breasts pointing towards Connor and he took a nipple in his mouth, beginning to suck hard.

Job done, I sat back on my knees. I looked over at Matt sat in the chair. I could see his cock was already semi hard as Jenny was on her knees, slowly stroking it.

Michelle moved sideways to the side of Connor.

"Come on, Emily. This will take two of us to bring back to life," she giggled, pulling Connor's flaccid member towards her mouth and licking around its head. "Jenny needs them both hard again."

I grinned and leaned in to suck each of his balls into my mouth in turn. I could feel each of his testicles moving inside their sack as his pubes tickled my gums. Above me, Michelle was trying to take his cock into her mouth, but couldn't manage more than its head. Running my tongue up the side of his shaft, my lips met Michelle's at the top. We kissed each other while our hands worked in tandem stroking his monstrous shaft. My own pussy was tingling wanting this man inside me, but at the same time, scared that I wouldn't be able to take it.

"Oh, fuck, girls," Connor moaned, his hands on each of our heads. "That's sooooo hot!"

His cock was growing. We could feel it throbbing and stretching as we held and stroked it.

"Come on, you two," Jenny whined. "I want him inside me now." I glanced over at her to find that Matt's cock was ready once again.

"Two more minutes," Michelle answered, lifting her mouth from his cock. We both returned to the licking and sucking, feel the shaft grow, become harder. And true to her words, he was ready in the time.

"My turn now," Jenny announced, getting off her husband's knee and lying on the floor next to Connor.

Michelle and I climbed onto the settee to give them room.

Jenny spread her legs wide and pushed her own breasts together, making her hard nipples stand out. I couldn't help but look between her legs. Michelle's shaved pussy was the only real one I'd ever seen and looking at Jenny's, dark red swollen lips, already open slightly revealing a little of her pink insides. I finally could understand why one of the rules was shaved pussies. I wondered if Jenny would taste different to Michelle and if she'd ever give me the opportunity to try. My own pussy was shimmering again at the sight. I remembered how good Michelle had tasted just a few minutes ago. I felt a hand slip between my legs and they automatically opened, allowing access to my pussy, a finger gently and slowly circling my engorged clit.

"Now, Connor," she moaned. "Fuck me now."

Connor moved on to his knees, in between Jenny's spread legs. The cock that Michelle and I had revived, standing out in front of him, her finger gently manipulating her clit. Her own juices were flowing anyway after what she'd witnessed already this evening; her husband fucking me in the kitchen, Michelle fucking Connor, me cleaning his cum from Michelle's leaking folds.

Conner grabbed her legs and pulled them up to his shoulder, moving her closer to him. He placed his cock at her soaked entrance and pushed just a little, bringing a gasp from Jenny as the first few inches slipped in. He knew what he was doing with his huge fuck-rod. He knew he had to take it slowly and steady at the beginning, until he had penetrated Jenny as far as he could, allowing her to get used to his size.

"Ten inches," Michelle whispered to me. "Ten fucking inches. And none of us have managed to get one of our hands fully around it. You'll worship it when he's fucked you, Emily."

"Do you think I can?" I asked her, my hand now between her open legs, mirroring what she was doing to me.

"You're young," she chuckled. "And let's face it; if women can fit a baby through there, I'm sure you'll manage his cock. It'll be good practice for when you give birth, anyway."

I turned back to watch Jenny accommodate this large specimen as Michelle lowered her head and took my nipple in her mouth, sucking and nibbling. I wanted so much for her to taste my pussy again, but couldn't take my eyes from Connor's shaft, slowly disappearing, inch by inch, inside Jenny.

"Oh, you beautiful fucking slut," Matt said as he placed himself on his knees, next to Jenny's head. She turned to find his cock directly in front of her. Gasping, moaning, she still managed to smile up at her husband and pull his cock into her mouth as three quarters of Conner's monster was now inside her.

He remained still, giving her time, then slowly at first, began his backwards and forwards movements, taking his cock out until only the head remained buried inside her. I could see their white, frothy mixture surrounding his shaft, allowing his to easily penetrate her as he wanted, but never going over the three quarters depth.

Jenny's moans were muffled, with Matt's cock, her husbands, pumping in and out of her mouth. Without warning, her back arched as she pulled Matt's cock free, but still gripping it tight. She tried forcing Connor away, her legs pushing on his shoulders, as her orgasm hit with a vengeance.

"FUUUUUUCKKKK!" she screamed. Connor didn't stop, fucking her through her orgasm, prolonging it as long as he could. This was inevitable after what Jenny had seen everyone else do to each other this evening.

Connor stopped pumping as her orgasm subsided and she pulled Matt's cock back into her mouth.

"Get on your knees, slut," Matt said. "I need to fuck you now."

I saw Connor's cock slide from between Jenny's fold. A thin line of their juices still attached them together until he stood up.

Jenny did as her husband had told her, turning around, offering her well fucked pussy to her husband. Connor took his place at her head, but she told him to lay down. Before Matt had entered her, she was already struggling with Connor's cock, only getting the head inside her mouth.

By now, Michelle was between my legs, her fingers spreading my folds wide, tongue flicking in and out. I still couldn't take my eyes from the scene in front of me, but squeezed my own breasts, tweaking my nipples.

As I watched Matt's cock, the one that had been fucking me earlier, slide easily into his wife, I orgasmed hard, clamping Michelle's head between my legs. Although I screamed, the trio fucking together in front of me never noticed.

The slap, slapping of naked flesh filled the room, in a steady rhythm. Both lads had cum not too long ago and even I knew they could now fuck for a little longer. So I reached down and pulled Michelle up as I lay along the settee, one leg over the back and one leg on the floor. Seeing me like this, Michelle knew what I wanted her to do.

"Are you sure," she whispered as I nodded yes. She smiled as she spread her legs over my head and slowly lowered her hips towards my mouth. I could smell the sweet aroma emanating from her fluids. I could also see them as I reached around her thighs and pulled her lips as wide as I could. I felt Michelle's tongue run up and down my slit, just parting my fleshy, soft petals. I did the same to her, a guttural moan leaving her throat.

I moved my right hand around from her thigh and rubbed hard with the flat of my hand the full length of her mound, still fascinated at how soft it was, even though it was made to be continuously punished by a man's groin. I lowered my head further, finding her clit with my tongue, flicking it fast while at the same time pushing two fingers inside her pussy. As I moved them backwards and forwards, I could feel the wetness; I could hear them squishing her excess fluids about.

Michelle was now rubbing my clit with her index finger as she fucked me with her, tongue. I really wanted to relax and surrender to the feelings she was giving be, but more importantly, I wanted to bring her to orgasm first.

I think I heard Jenny screaming through a couple of orgasms, but with Michelle over my face I couldn't see. I could certainly hear the sound of flesh banging into flesh as she was fucked hard.

Finally, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth, clasping it gently with my teeth. I flicked fast with my tongue and was rewarded with Michelle pushing her pussy hard into my face.

"FUCK, EMILY!" she moaned loudly. "FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUUUUUUCK!" she screamed as her secretions flowed down onto my face. I let go of her clit and lapped at her pussy, swallowing as much as I could. I could really get addicted to this taste.

Michelle collapsed on top of me. I laughed and slapped her arse, but not too hard.

"Climb off me, Michelle," I said. I could now hear Jenny in the throes of another orgasm and wanted to see them.

She did as I asked and lifted her legs over me. I sat up and we again sat together, hands back between each other's legs.

"You haven't cum yet," Michelle whispered to me. I turned towards her, smiling and pressed my lips to hers.

"I'm sure the evenings not over yet, Michelle," I answered.

I turned back as I heard Matt's loud grunts and groans and the volume and the fast slapping of skin on skin. His eyes were fixed on Michelle and I as he gripped Jenny's arse tight, pulling her back as he thrust violently inside her. She was screaming too. Poor Connor was ignored now, apart from her hand wrapped around his erection as far as she could reach. Matt's eyes seemed to be wide and bulging as he hammered into his wife, but he was still looking at us.

I opened my legs wider, letting him see Michelle's fingers gently and slowly sliding in and out between my dark red folds. That was enough to push Matt over the edge as his eyes finally closed as he came hard and deep inside Jenny, bringing her to another orgasm on his cock.

"FUCK!" Matt shouted. "I have to say, I've never been interested watching lesbians in porn films, but seeing you girl's fuck each other was a different level."

Pulling himself free from his wife, he collapsed on the chair, holding his now flaccid cock. Jenny moaned as she extended her legs until she was flat on the carpet.

Connor stood up. His cock must have been aching after seeing what just happened, and Jenny virtually ignoring him. He then grabbed my wrists and pulled me up to a standing position. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in tight, pushing his lips to mine and forcing his tongue into my willing mouth. His huge cock was pressing against both our stomachs and I couldn't help but visualise how it looked while he was fucking Michelle, making my pussy begin to stream once again.

And the stream felt as though it was turning into a flood as, without breaking our kiss, his hands reaching down and grabbed my arse, then lifted me up. I automatically held him around his neck, opened my legs wide and wrapped them around his waist. I could feel its tip nuzzling against my anus. My vagina had yet to fill with a man's fluid this evening, and I was really hoping it would be from this huge specimen of manhood. Turning us both around, he finally put me down and broke our kiss.

Connor moved backwards towards the settee, holding my hands and pulling me with him. He sat down, his thick cock, hard and firm, pointing upwards. He turned me around in front of him. Matt was sat on the chair, Michelle had moved over to join them and working in tandem along with Jenny, on their knees below him, working together sucking and licking his cock and balls. But his eyes were on me all the time. I opened my legs wider, straddling around Connors, opening my sopping wet, pink pussy to him. I felt Connor's hands on my hips, and then one slid down and under me, the flat of his hand rubbing my mound to the front and then back. Just once. Enough to make me moan.

He then gently pushed my back, making me bend forwards, until I had my hands on my knees. His hands spread my arse wider. I caught my breath and jumped a little when I felt his tongue licking my anus. Fingers easily found their way between my folds and into my wet cavern. He pumped them in and out; twisting and stretching them inside me, making me close my eyes and moan. Then the tentative touch of another finger on my arse hole. My eyes shot open, but only to stare at Matt. Connor was trying to do something Matt hadn't. He kept the pressure up, gently pushing against my anus. At first, my sphincter rejected it; wasn't allowing it entry. Then suddenly, it opened, allowing this foreign object enter into a place that was designed for exit only.

"Ohhh," I gasped as his finger entered, opening my eyes in surprise. But it wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be and even adding to the pleasure I felt as now the pumping of his finger in my arse and my vagina was sending sensation through me that I hadn't experienced.

All too soon, he removed them and stood me up over his legs and pulling me back a little further.

"Take your time, Emily," he said. "Lower yourself down, but at your pace. I'll not begin to fuck you until you tell me to."

My legs began to tremble, anticipating even getting close to taking that huge flesh inside me. But I slowly began to bend my legs and lower myself down towards his weapon.

"Hold it, Emily," Connor said. "With both hands. I want you to feel it as you take it into your cunt for the first time."

His hands were under each of my arse cheeks. Matt and the girls were across from us, watching, as I very slowly lowered myself until his head found its way between my sopping wet folds, pushing my petals apart, opening and stretching me to this giant cock.

"Ohhh, FUUCK!" I moaned and I'd only taken the first couple of inches, but the width was something different. Stretching me like this was another fucking sensation that few get to feel.

"Don't worry, Emily," Michelle chuckled. "Once he's in, you'll fucking love it. You'll truly be a club member if you can take it all."

As I slowly lowered, I could feel Connors hand, roaming all over my body with full unrestricted access, particularly settling on my breasts and solid nipples. Lightning bolts suddenly shot through my whole body. My pussy was contracting, but there wasn't much room inside. I couldn't believe I was cumming so quick, so fast.

"Fucking hell, Jenny," I heard Matt say. "Look at her, and he's only a couple of inches inside."

"OHHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUUUCK," I screamed, unable to close my legs to ease the feeling now flooding my entire womb. Somehow, I could feel my liquid flowing around this huge plug inside me, flowing onto his large balls. I remember thinking that it was a good job the Army provided us with leather furnishings otherwise this settee would be ruined.

"Don't you remember?" Jenny answered. "Connor's cock did that to us all the first time."

"Are you alright, Emily?" Michelle asked when she thought I had returned to normal. I opened my eyes and smiled at her.

"Oh, yeah," I breathed quietly.

"Thank fuck for that," she laughed. "I would have hated explaining to your husband why we had to take you to the Medical Centre."

I couldn't believe that I had an audience watching me getting fucked. In normal circumstances, I would have been mortified. But this wasn't normal; not with trying to fit a cock this size inside me.

I started to raise and lower again. My fluids allowed me to slip another couple of inches inside, but each inch started as agony at the width he was stretching my insides. The pain quickly disappeared when I would raise myself a little, until sinking a little lower on this abnormal tower of Connor's. Every pain was certainly worth the pleasure it gave me. I knew neither Michelle nor Jenny had taken all of him inside, and that thought made me want them to see me take everything, so I kept going.

"You're nearly there, Emily," Michelle said. I could hear the amazement in her voice. "Just a couple of inches to go, sweetheart."

With her encouragement, I lowered further, moaning loudly until I felt his balls pressing on my engorged, stretched lips.

I'd done it! Connor's whole ten fucking inches was embedded inside me. I had never felt as filled as I did at that moment. The down side was the uncomfortable feeling as the tip pressed against my cervix.

"My God," Matt moaned. "She's fucking done it. None of your club has ever manged it, yet."

"Yeah," Jenny answered. "At her age, her muscles are more elastic than ours." To me, Jenny sounded a little jealous but I didn't care. I just wanted this phallus to fuck me to heaven.

I heard Michelle clapping at what I had managed to do. When I looked, she was smiling at me.

Then I felt Connor push on my arse to raise me up off his shaft. I pushed on my legs to help, until he just had his thick cocks head still inside me.

"Oh fuck! That feels SOOO fucking good," I moaned as I slowly relaxed my legs and slid down this marvellous shaft. I could feel every ridge along his shaft, every swollen vein keeping him erect as my own muscles clamped around him.

We kept this rhythm for a few minutes, slowly rising and then falling, taking him deep except for about the bottom inch of his cock. But that inch didn't remain left out much longer.

Without any help from Connor, I increased the speed. About a minute or two later, I was throwing myself up and down, making him hammer into my pussy relentlessly. Connor's hands were now tight on my waist as he just held me while I did the fucking. He was moaning and grunting and sweat was running down my body. I knew I was near to a tremendous orgasm as my speed increased more.

"OOOOH, CONNOR! FUCK ME CONNOR, HARDER! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, CUM IN ME CONNOR! I NEED TO FEEL YOU EMPTYING INSIDE ME! COME IN MEEEEE!"

And he did. I felt the first, powerful jet of sperm fire into my cervix. I don't know why, but as his cock was firing jet after jet inside me, I thought that if I wasn't already pregnant, then with his shaft treating me like this, I would be now. He was flooding my insides with his juice; I could feel it spreading around as he pressed inside of me. I even felt it seeping around the bottom of his shaft as it managed to escape and settle on his balls.

Finally, I stopped and just fell back onto Connor's chest, his arms wrapping around and gripping my breasts. I don't know how long we stayed like this, until both our breathing returned more to normal.

I turned my head towards Connor and we pressed our mouths together, kissing each other hard.

"Thank you," I whispered when our lips parted.

"No," he answered. "It was really my pleasure. I've never fucked anyone so much younger than me before. Will we do it again?"

"Of course," I laughed. "I'm part of the Club now."

"You fucking well are!" shouted Michelle.

"It's time I left now," Connor said. I looked at the wall clock to see it was 1.15am. I was shocked to realise I'd been here since 7.30pm.

I stood up. Connor's cum running out and down my legs like a downpour. Michelle and Jenny just laughed.

"Oh, we forgot to warn you about that!" Jenny laughed. "Connor cums about twice as much as our other lads."

"Thanks for the warning. Ladies," I laughed back. "Think I'd better go and clean up."

I headed to the bathroom. By the time I came back, Connor had already left. Matt was also dressed, but Michelle and Jenny were just wearing their knickers.

I found my clothes and dressed. I did put my knickers on to catch any more leakage before I'd had chance to clean up properly.

"Matt will walk you home, Emily," Jenny said. "At this time of night, it's unlikely someone will see you."

We left and once outside, Matt put his arm around my shoulders. Without thinking, I put mine around his waist and we pulled each other tight. It was still the middle of summer so it was quite warm.

"Is Michelle staying the rest of the night?" I asked, just for something to say to fill the five minute walk to my married quarter.

"Probably," he answered. "She only lives next door. Why, are you jealous Jenny didn't ask you?"

"No," I told him. "No doubt you're still going to be fucking them, but believe me, after my first time with Connor, I don't think my pussy could take anymore."

"Well I hope it feels better for this evening," he replied. "While I'm fucking them again tonight, I'll be imagining what I'm going to do to you when I come around later."

Fuck! I'd forgotten about his asking that as we left his kitchen. I still didn't answer. I was a little scared of being alone with him. I didn't really like him and he can be a bit rough when he fucks. Besides, I'd only really done this with others being with me.

As we went through the main door to the flats, Matt pulled me to him, held me tight and kissed me hard. I couldn't resist as I put my arms around his neck, kissing him back. I didn't even stop him straight away as he slipped his hand under my dress, pulled my knickers to one side and pushed two fingers inside me. He took my hand and placed it on his now substantial erection through his jeans.

"I hope you realise that this is how you make me feel," he whispered in my ear.

"Well you've got a head start to go back to fuck your wife, haven't you," I chuckled as I pushed him away and ran up to my flat.

Even though it was so late, I still had a shower before wearing one of Dave's shirts again for bed. No knickers this time. I crawled into my bed and the next thing I knew, it was midday.

As I dressed and just pottered around the flat, cleaning what really didn't need cleaning and generally tidied up, I couldn't get last night out of my mind.

The first thing that hit me was the difference in me from the first time I cheated on my husband to last night. That first night, I was so distraught and wracked with guilt over betraying my husband and our marriage vows, but last night, or today, there was nothing. I enjoyed every fucking minute. I did not mean I'd stopped loving Dave; I loved him to the moon and back. But he certainly had a lot to learn about fucking a woman.

I'd now been fucked four times by four different men and every one of them was in some way different. How can I feel upset with how they made me feel? And I know there was still two more to fuck me. Andy, probably next week on his R&R, and Steve, who I hadn't met yet. I could feel my pussy begin throbbing again, so to take my mind off it, I went for a walk.

Rest of the day, I just ate and drank tea, as well as reading. You have to remember, back in 1976, we had no English TV. BFBS Television hadn't been invented yet, so we only had German channels and I couldn't understand the language enough yet.

About 7.30pm, I was happily relaxed and curled up on the armchair. Unexpectedly, I heard a light tap on my front door. I opened it and was surprised to see Matt standing there, the same smirk he had on his face from last night.

"I've come for my going away present," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, still holding the door.

"I told you last night, I was going to have you again before I go back," the smirk never leaving his face. I was taking a little dislike to Matt.

He started stepping into my quarter, forcing me to let go of the door and step back. Once he was past the door, he pushed it closed.

Making me step further back as he approached, I said, "I didn't say you could, or that I would."

"And you didn't say no either. Jenny agreed, so out of the three of us, the majority said yes. So here I am."

I didn't know what to say. He was arrogant and obnoxious and I was finding it hard to believe I let him fuck me last night. I kept moving backwards until my back was against the wall, Matt still close in front of me. He raised his hands and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard.

"Come on, Emily. Your part of the club now and this is what we do. As long as Jenny knows,"

"No, we can't!" I moaned. "It's my wrong time of the month." I tried to use this as an excuse, although I could feel little butterflies flapping around in my stomach.

"You lying bitch," he laughed. "Michelle already told us you were pregnant so that's not going to happen."

Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, pressing me against the wall. Then he took hold of my wrists and pulled them down and together against my back, making me force my arse back towards him. He held my wrists together with one of his hands and I heard his zip being pulled down. Then his hand slipped up my skirt, straight to my waist, pulling one side of my knickers down.

"NO MATT!" I shouted, trying to struggle, but he was too strong. "This feels like I'm cheating on Dave."

"Oh, fuck off, Emily," he responded. "You weren't worried last night, with mine and Connor's cocks inside you. You let me empty my balls down your throat and Connor's inside your cunt and you loved every minute, didn't you."

"YES!" I moaned.

"And you weren't worried when my cock was fucking you deep inside your cunt. If I remember right, you came on it. You loved every minute." His hand had moved over and pulled the other side of my knickers down. Then, he slid his hand inside and he gripped my mound.

"Your cunt is already dripping, Emily," he chuckled as he moved his hand backwards and forwards.

And he was right. I didn't want this from him. I was beginning to dislike him; his constant smirk, arrogance, language. But then I did enjoy his cock last night. I even enjoyed his cum sliding down my throat into my stomach, the first I'd ever swallowed. But I didn't tell him that; he was arrogant enough.

Oh, fuck! I shouldn't be thinking like that. It made my juices run more.

I moaned as his middle finger found its way between my folds, moving around inside me.

"See?" Matt said. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"FUCK!" I moaned. "YES YOU BASTARD!" I said, looking back at him, his finger moving in and out faster. He still had that same smirk on his face.

Matt, laughing, let go of my wrists and I placed my hands either side of my head on the wall. He knew he had me now. Using both hands, he pushed my knickers over my hips until gravity took over and they dropped to the floor. Next he unbuttoned my skirt at the back and pushed that down to join my knickers.

I didn't think, I just responded to my body. I turned around and looked down at his cock that he'd pulled from his jeans. I fell to my knees and reached up and finished unfastening them, pulling them and his briefs down past his knees.

Matt reached down and grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me totally nude now. I couldn't take my eyes from his rampant shaft directly in front of me. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly moved his skin backwards and forwards. I let go and dropped saliva on my palm and held it again, making it easier to move. Then I leaned forward, flicking my tongue on its tip, lapping at his pre-cum.

Matt was moaning now, above me. I noticed him pull his shirt upwards, taking it off.

"Suck it, bitch," he moaned. I looked up at him and smiled. I was going to wipe that smirk from the arrogant bastards face. I lifted his cock and ran my tongue underneath from his balls to the tip, then back down again.

"Shit," he moaned as I placed the side of his cock between my lips, sliding my mouth along its length again, making Matt moan out loud again and then sucking his balls into my mouth. All the while, I didn't take my eyes away from his.

Without any warning, he reached down and pulled me to my feet.

"Bitch," he called me while struggling to get his shoes and jeans off. I just smiled at him, placing my hands on my breasts and pushing them together, my hard nipples pointing towards him. Matt's head moved forward to take a nipple in his mouth, but again I smiled as I stepped back, turned and walked towards my bedroom. I didn't need to turn to know that he was following. I think I'd taken him too far for him to stop now. And to be honest, I didn't want him to. I needed to feel that cock inside me again.

Don't get me wrong; it wasn't Matt's cock; it could be anyone's at the moment. I just needed someone to fuck me. And as Matt was the only one here, even though I didn't really like him as a person, he had what I needed between his legs.

"Get on your back, slut," I heard from behind me.

"Fuck sake, Matt. Stop calling me that," I replied as I did as he told me, climbing on the bed and lying flat.

"That's what you are, Emily," he said, stroking his cock and looking up my body from the bottom of my bed. "You've become a slut-fuck now, for the club. You need to realise that your body was meant for this. You love it, just as much as we do," he continued, climbing onto the bed.

"Now! Spread your legs. Wide. Let me see that fuck hole of yours."

I couldn't believe I did as he told me. My legs spread wide automatically, bending at the knees. Matt edged forward on his knees until he placed his hands on my thighs, pressing them down to the bed. Lowering himself on his hands, he ran his tongue on the inside on my thigh, as close as he could to my sopping wet lips without touching me.

I moaned and twisted my pussy towards his mouth, only for him to move and start on the other. I reached down with my hands and gently pulled my swollen lips apart, trying to entice him with the sight of my pink insides.

"Come on, Matt," I whispered. "This is what you've come for. Taste it. I want you to taste me."

I don't know what has happened to me. This is not how I talk. This is not even how I fuck my husband. How am I going to be the wife he left two months ago, the one that really knew nothing about how I should be fucked? Michelle told me at the beginning that I'd learn loads about sex, and here I was, fucking once again the fourth man since my husband left, all in the past week. Michelle was right. And I fucking loved it!

"Not yet, bitch," he whispered from under my pussy. I even felt his breath flow over my tender lips.

I'd had enough as I pulled myself up and away from him.

"You get on your fucking back now, twat," I growled at him. "Or fuck off home now." Oh, I really hoped he didn't choose to go. I needed fucking so bad, but I couldn't let him think I was his. And he still had that fucking smirk on his face.

No questions or comments from Matt. He lay at the side of me, holding his stiff member pointing into the air.

"So we've teased each other now," I said as I reached over and replaced his hand with mine. "You know I want your cock inside me, just as much as you want it to be there. So let's stop fucking about, shall we?"

The last bit was said as I moved my head over his shaft and spread my hips over his. For the next fifteen or so minutes, the only sounds in my bedroom were wet, slurping and sucking sounds, broken with the occasional moan from me and groan from Matt as I took his cock fully into my throat and his tongue and fingers tormented my pleasure area. He even managed to bring me to a small orgasm, my fluids running down his hands and covering his face. He certainly knew how to eat a woman out.

"I need to fuck you now, Emily," Matt suddenly said.

"Me first," I said and still holding his cock, I lifted my legs and spun myself around. I spread myself over his stomach and shuffled back until I could feel his shaft pressing against my back. I lifted one leg and leaned to one side, adjusting myself so that Matt's cock was in the right position. I lowered myself until his large, fleshy head was just pressing into my entrance. Just to continue to tease him a little more, I rubbed his cock along my slit, which also helped cover the tip in my juices.

"Come on. You're being a cunt now," Matt groaned.

I looked him directly in his eyes again and smiled as I slowly lowered, taking him inside my slick inners, inch by agonising inch. His eyes closed as he felt my pussy grip his cock as he spread me wider, fitting him inside just as he wanted; WE wanted.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned as I finally bottomed with his whole cock inside me. "This young fuck-hole of yours is so fucking tight, Emily."

I found his language offensive, but couldn't stop myself leaning forward and placing my hands on his chest. He grabbed either side of my arse as I began to raise and lower myself along his whole fuck stick. The butterfly effect came back in my stomach, sending waves of sensual feelings throughout my whole body.

I wasn't fucking Matt fast; I couldn't. I really didn't know how. I was right at the edge of cumming, but couldn't quite push myself over the peak into a full orgasm. Then Matt decided to take over.

"I'm going to cum, slut," he groaned as he reached my shoulders and pulled me down, my breasts pushing hard into his chest. His hands moved back to my arse and held me up and he began thrusting upwards, filling and spreading my pussy.

"I've dreamt of this since I saw Connor come inside you last night," Matt moaned, continuing to fuck me harder, faster. I was moaning too, into his chest.

"Oh, FUCK matt," I whispered, breathing heavily. "Fuck me. Make me cum. Fill my pregnant pussy."

I felt his speed increase. He was groaning loud now. I screamed as my body was pushed over the edge into a beautiful orgasm. My back arched, my vaginal muscles clenched, gripping Matt's rampant, throbbing cock, but it still kept sliding in and out.

"Fucking, FUCK, FUCK FUUUCKKKK," Matt screamed as his load exploded inside me. I felt each spurt hit my cervix. His cock may not have reached it like Connor's did last night, but the power of his cocks eruption threw me into a second orgasm.

If I wasn't already on top of Matt, I would have collapsed. I was breathing heavy, and so was Matt. I could feel his fast heartbeat through his chest and he could probably feel mine. I managed to push my aching legs out straight, Matt's cock still deep inside me.

I felt him turn my head to face him. He pressed his lips hard against mine, our tongues dancing together in our mouths.

"That, my little fuck slut, was FUCKING fantastic," he managed to say. I smiled down at him.

"How long before you're ready for another to go again?"

"Well, SLUT!" he answered. "Usually fifteen to twenty minutes. But I'm sure with the skills of your mouth, it could be half that time."

"And is Jenny not expecting you home?"

"Not for at least another hour," Matt laughed. "I've left her with the delights of Wesley. And I'm led to believe you've already sampled those." He finished his sentence by slapping my arse, hard. Again the sting soon faded to pleasure.

I honestly don't know what's come over me. I mean, I'm not even nineteen years old until a couple of weeks time. And here I am, in my marital bed, another man's juice leaking out of my pussy, fucked three other men in the past week, and also pregnant. But I'm enjoying every moment.

Yes, at times, I feel regrets and guilt. And I often say, no more fucking others. But when it comes to it, I can't resist. Maybe I am the slut that Matt likes to call me. But at the moment, his cock is still inside me and I want to feel it fucking me again.

So, I lifted off his cock and lay beside him. He placed his arm around my shoulder as I rested my head on his chest. I took hold of his semi hard slime covered cock and hunched down to take it in my mouth, cleaning every bit from it.

For the next hour, he fucked me relentlessly before emptying inside me again. He fucked me in the missionary, before changing to doggy. He even had me lay flat on my stomach with my legs together, finding the gap between my thighs to fuck me from the back. After that, to give us a quick rest, we went to the kitchen. I made us drinks and we just chatted and played with each other until we'd drank it all.

Matt eventually had me on my back on the kitchen table, my legs over his shoulder and he hammered into me before finally emptying every drop he had. And I honestly lost count of how many orgasms I had throughout that hour.

After he had cum, he went and found our clothes so we could dress. I only put my knickers on; I didn't have anywhere to go. No husband to get back for.

"Can we do this again?" Matt asked as he was ready to leave.

"I don't know, Matt," I answered. "Dave will be back next time I see you, so it's going to be hard for us to be alone like this again. Anyway, I'll probably be fatter then and you'll not want me,"

"Are you kidding," he laughed. "A pregnant woman is the ultimate fuck. When you're bigger, you'll have us all drooling, wanting to fuck that gorgeous cunt of yours. We'll all want you at the same time."

"Yeah, but there's still Dave. I don't know if I can stay in the club when he's home."

"Leave that to us," he said, pulling me close and kissing me hard again. His hands roamed over my knicker covered arse, one finding its way to my pussy. It was still swollen and sensitive and I moaned as he touched it.

"Oh, fuck, Emily," Matt moaned. "I wish I could stay, but Jenny will be expecting me to fuck her on my last night. Connor will have stretched her cunt with his monster, but she'll still want me."

"Go on. Fuck off, before I keep you here." I answered. He slapped my arse again before leaving.

I looked at the clock. It was just past 11pm. Matt had been here longer than he expected, but I'm sure Jenny wouldn't mind. She'll be around tomorrow wanting me to tell her what happened.

I put the rest of my clothes in the wash basket and debated about a bath, but decided to wait until morning. I took out one of Dave's T-shirts to sleep in and curled up on the bed. I could feel the wet spots we'd left on the sheets, but they can wait until morning, too.

I thought about the four of them and how they fucked me. Wes and Phil were special; they were my first. But compared to yesterday with Matt and Connor, it was over quicker.

I loved the way Matt had come up behind me in their kitchen and wouldn't take no for an answer and just fucked me there and then, over the table. His was the only sperm I'd ever swallowed, too.

Now Connor was special. Not because of his skill at fucking me, but because of the size of that huge cock of his. To have something that size inside you, pushing your insides apart, was a feeling probably few women get. I bet I was only one of a few that took his whole length inside and for that; I'd like to say I was proud to have done it. And for a man with the huge cock that he possessed, he was so gentle.

But then tonight, with Matt. Again, I said no and again he didn't listen. But he knew how to fuck. Along with taking his own pleasure, he made sure I had mine too. Time was forgotten when we fucked in my marital bed, then in the kitchen, on my table. I chuckled as I thought that a table was probably Matt's favourite place. I orgasmed so many times with him yesterday and I think the attraction was that I didn't really like him. And yet, I thought he was the best one of the four, and I'm sure there'll me a few more times he takes me again.

I was tired, but couldn't sleep. Everything I had done over this past week was going through my mind, replaying the times I allowed them to fuck me and then remembering I was getting a phone call from Dave tomorrow. And that changed the direction of my thoughts.

Next week, it was Andy's R&R and I knew Michelle had planned something and I would be involved. After all, I was the new fuck on the block. Michelle had already told me that there were six wives in the club and only two husbands, and only one of them had fucked me. But there were also four husbands from other Units in the Garrison, so there was still one I hadn't fucked yet. Next weekend was Michelle's chance to see the last two fuck me because the week after, it was Dave's turn for R&R. And my nineteenth Birthday. I'll have to think of something special for that day.

And now Matt knew about my pregnancy, tomorrow was my last chance to tell him because I know Matt will.

I'd arranged a special call to Belfast for tomorrow, due to my pregnancy and the Regiment had agreed it. Finally, I turned over and closed my eyes. Matt had made sure I was exhausted. After two nights of constant sex, my body felt so relaxed. I decided to face my problems tomorrow.