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My First Week in England

By: RiskyGirl



Edited by Angel Love

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Once we knew we were moving to England every day was occupied with packing and paperwork. We were closing the house rather than rent it so we just had to decide what we were taking with us. 

It was Carl's birthday a few months before we were to arrive in the UK. Best friends for most of their lives, Alan had asked me to give him a present and dared me to be a little naughty on video. Despite having never met him I agreed as long as it was for Carl only. A few days later I put on some stockings, suspenders, a tiny pair of panties and a small bra. I wore my cream silk pyjama top over it and had on a pair of heels. 

We agreed that Alan was just to film me, no directing. We began and I started by teasing, slipping off the silk top and strutting my stuff in just my underwear. I lay across the bed, then took off my bra and massaged my tits for a few minutes. I was in two minds whether to go further before we started but now I was caught up in events, I didn't hesitate. I went on to all fours and slid down my panties as provocatively as I could. Well I could always talk Alan out of sending it I thought. 

Now wearing just my stockings, suspenders and heels, I crawled around the bed, rubbing myself and displaying my pussy for the camera. I had been performing for around ten minutes when I spread my legs and slipped a finger inside my clit. I could no longer control myself and forgot who the video was for. I began fingering myself and licking my fingers, tasting my own juices. After a further ten minutes I called an end to things, crawling down the bed toward the camera and wishing Carl a very happy birthday. 

I casually turned to Alan saying, "Can't send that now!"

"Why not?" Alan snapped.

"Come on Alan...!" I was a little shocked. 

"No . . . you come on. You knew what the video was for. I didn't tell you what to do. Are you bottling out?" Alan chanted.

I glared at him for a moment then conceded, "Ok send it . . . I don't care!"

That was all we said and Alan took the tape back to the UK when he went back to arrange a house for us. I had stayed in Malaysia finishing up the packing. A few weeks later he returned and informed me; he and Carl had sat and watched the tape. Now I felt all embarrassed and asked about his reaction, which he said was somewhere between shock and as horny as hell. I laughed a little but knew I was going to actually meet this Carl in a month or so.

It was a grey September morning when our flight touched down. We made our way through immigration and customs before entering the airport concourse. We collected our hire car and eventually were on our way, heading north to our rented home. I had never seen it before and after two hours on wet roads we finally arrived and threw our bags inside. It was a nice house and quite private on the edge of the town where Alan had grown up. 

I spent the next few days shopping for the house and getting to know my way around. Alan was sorting out employment and out most of the day. I was quite lonely those first few days and not sure I had made the right move, despite loving Alan the way I did. 

Thursday morning came and Alan announced we would be joining Carl for a drink the next night. I knew it had been coming, inevitable but I was more nervous about meeting Carl than I had been about coming to England. Alan took me shopping that day. The weather was turning cooler and my wardrobe from Malaysia wasn't exactly suitable. Alan spent a fortune on me and I was worried with him not yet finding a job. 

The following day I became very anxious about meeting Carl and as evening came I sorted my clothes and got ready. I decided to wear jeans and a jumper, not wanting to be too sexy or revealing. It wasn't my style and I didn't feel comfortable. We drove into town and I was trembling as we made our way to the pub to meet Carl. 

As we entered I almost died, not just the one guy, I was expecting but over a dozen, all greeting Alan like their long lost brother. They were all very polite and joked as each was introduced to me. I was seated opposite Alan with two other guys as Alan introduced me to Carl. He was handsome, well built and in his late thirties. He gave me a big smile and shook his head as he took my hand.

"When you are ready to leave this bum . . . give me a call!"

I giggled nervously as I shook his hand wondering if he would make some comment about the tape. I glanced around constantly, wondering who had seen it or knew about it. The guys were all very funny and I soon relaxed. They made a deal about fighting for my attention and were quite rough with each other at times. I thought this was just macho behaviour for me but they were all so close, I realized it wasn't especially for me.

Despite my English not being too good, they all made an effort to talk to me, Alan translating what I couldn't understand. I was drinking Rum and coke and had quite a few by nine o'clock and was joking happily with the lads. I was so relieved when another woman, Janice joined us, the partner of a guy called Robert who had been very funny. We were introduced and she sat beside me, annoying the guys who had been. 

"So what time are we going to this club?" she asked and a few of the guys agreed it was time to move on. 

Then to my horror Carl pointed out that I wouldn't be able to get in the club wearing trainers. Alan just sat smiling as everyone tried to think of a solution, some even suggesting not going to the club. I felt so embarrassed. 

Eventually I couldn't stand it and said, "Not a problem . . . we will go home and see you all again soon," trying to relieve the atmosphere.

Alan interrupted me, "Did you want to go to a club?"

I nodded but couldn't see the point in his asking. "God I am great, not to worry lads, we will see you there," Alan announced.

I was confused but Alan assured them it was ok and all but Carl left for the club. "Rian... I have some clothes for you in the car . . . Sorry . . . I knew about the club."

I couldn't believe it, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Doesn't matter, where do you want to get changed?"

"Can I change here?"

"Sure . . . got to go to car first," Alan began to stand.

"You can change at my house," Carl added

I began to grin, sensing a setup. "Is this a setup?" I asked, smiling but with a slightly angry tone.

"Sorry!" snapped Carl, "Nothing to do with me!"

He looked so offended that I believed him and calmed down. "Ok sure, thanks Carl."

We all left the bar, picking up my clothes from the car and chatting as we walked. "So why did you think it was a setup?" asked Carl as we headed toward his house.

I paused before replying, "Just wondered . . . about the tape and everything,"

Carl smiled and stopped walking, "Oh yes. Thanks for that, I didn't want to bring it up but it was great!"

"Well I hope you all, enjoyed it."

Carl looked confused and quickly caught me up. "Rian, no one . . . only me and Alan watched it. Honest!"

I stopped and looked him in the eyes, "So just you and Alan know about it?"

"I haven't said a word," and he walked off.

I felt stupid, I felt like I had insulted him and we had only just met. I rushed to catch him, slipping my arm through his. "Sorry Carl," I said and I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Despite having made such a fool of myself, I tried to relax with Carl, and we soon arrived at his house. Carl directed me to a bedroom where I could change and I laid out my clothes. Alan had brought a short black mini skirt, some thick black tights and high heels. There were also a black bodice and a suede jacket. I smiled at Alan's thoughtfulness and was about to change when I had a bizarre idea. 

I walked back into the living room where the guys were still sitting chatting. "What's the matter?" asked Alan.

"Nothing," I replied walking over to them. "Carl did you like the video?"

"Yes. I said so earlier."

I smiled and said nothing, then pulled my jumper over my head. Carl and Alan both sat forward in their seats, both looking a little surprised. 

I stood in just my bra and jeans as I asked Carl, "Shall I continue?"

Carl nodded enthusiastically, shrugging his shoulders at the same time. I undid my jeans and stepped out of them, giving a little twirl before I continued, undoing my bra, letting it drop away and revealing my tits. Carl's face was a picture as I slid a finger in my pants and began to slide them down. Carl couldn't believe it and Alan looked stunned as I took them off completely. I stood naked in front of Carl, just a few feet away but only for a few moments.

"Is this better than the video?"

"Oh shit yes . . .!" Carl blurted hysterically.

I smiled and walked back into the bedroom and continued dressing. After a few minutes I returned and gave the guys a cheeky grin. "Are we going?"

They were clearly still shocked with my strip as we left and took the short walk to the nightclub. Alan checked my coat as we entered the club. I felt much more comfortable now and a lot sexier. Some of the guys looked stunned when we rejoined them; my original clothes had been very dowdy. We got drinks and I was soon up dancing with Janice while Alan and Carl rejoined the lads. These were really the first people I had met since coming to England and I was having a ball. I wouldn't stop dancing; only stopping for the occasional sip of my drink. When Janice couldn't dance any longer, I danced alone and I was getting sexier, grinding my hips and getting low. 

Eventually I had to sit down and flopped into the seat between Alan and Carl. I was exhausted and very sweaty. I began blowing down my bodice cooling my tits. I wasn't showing anything but I had a few offers to help me. I cheekily held my bodice away from my chest while Carl and another guy blew down it to everyone's amusement. 

I was soon back on the dance floor and dragging the lads up to join me. It was amusing because like Alan I don't think most of them were big on dancing. That didn't stop them and I was dancing with two guys and Janice. I began dancing between them and they quickly turned me into a sandwich, grinding their bodies against mine. I think they thought I would be shocked because after only a short while they stopped and walked away laughing. I ran across the dance floor and dragged them back, grinding closer and lower against them. 

I collapsed back into my seat again and Carl made some joke about sitting on his knee. I didn't hear him properly but didn't hesitate. I jumped up and dropped myself onto his lap. The rest of the group including Alan were in hysterics as Carl had a very strained expression on his face, apparently I had landed on his crotch, quite heavily. I carried on his joke, giving him a little lap dance but remained on his knee when I had finished. 

"Ha ha . . . She's mine now," joked Carl.

"Keep her," Alan quipped casually.

I did a bit of fist waving but laughed along with everyone else. Carl began bouncing me on his knee like a small child and I pressed myself against his crotch. "Come on baby," I cried as if riding him.

Carl stopped and looked a little embarrassed. "Come on baby, more, more, more." I arched my back.

"Rian . . . you are mad! Marry me please!"

I slid back to my seat, laughing, "Nope. Alan lasts longer!" I couldn't stop giggling

It was getting late and time for us to go but someone suggested food so a group of us made our way across town. Alan and Carl bought a couple of Pizza's and we headed off to Carl's house. Apart from me, Alan and Carl; Janice and Robert were walking with us, I had thought they were heading back to Carl's as well but was stunned when not far from Carl's they stopped to say goodnight. I couldn't believe it as I said goodnight and they left me alone. 

I was furious and believed that Alan had set me up. The conversation had been mischievous and we had all been flirting but now I was positive Alan intended to share me with his friend. After we had walked just a little way, I turned, screaming at Alan, "You bastard!"

They both looked stunned as I continued screaming, "Do you want me to fuck all your friends? Why don't you just invite them all over?" Carl's face was a blank and he stepped away from me and Alan and began eating some pizza. Alan was smiling at me but said nothing, which was making my blood boil. I could feel myself about to cry.

"Want a taxi Al?" asked Carl casually.

"Not yet! Rian calm down."

I was shaking as he came closer and took my hand.

"Rian . . . I'm not sure what is running through your head at this moment, .but . . . "

"You, wanting to fuck me with your friends!" I screamed in his face.

Carl spat out his pizza as Alan took a step backwards. "Ok right, not sure where that came from but ok," Alan was calm and continued, "Rian calm down. Nothing has been planned . . . no setup baby!"

"So why are we going back to Carl's house? Where is everyone else?"

Alan began to smile, "We need to pick up your clothes, finish the pizza and then we will take a taxi home, Carl will fetch me to get the car tomorrow."

I couldn't say a word. I couldn't believe I was wrong and stood shaking. "Rian, it isn't what you think . . . honest." Alan put an arm around me and we continued walking slowly, Carl keeping his distance. 

By the time we reached Carl's I had calmed down but was still quiet. I sat alone on the sofa while Carl put my clothes in a bag. Alan sat eating pizza but I declined to join him. Carl returned to the lounge. 

"So what is this Rian, do you really want to sleep with me?"

I glared at him as Alan bellowed, "Hey dick head, I have enough problems already."

Carl started laughing and I realized he was just teasing and I couldn't hold back a little smile.

"That's better sweetheart."

I buried my head in my hands wishing the earth would swallow me up. I couldn't believe I had done it again. "I am so sorry . . . ," I began to sob

Carl put a hand on my shoulder, "Not to worry Rian, women find me irresistible. This happens all the time!"

I was laughing and crying as Carl slumped into the chair opposite.

I jumped up and ran to the bathroom where I stayed until I had stopped my blubbering. When I returned to the lounge, the guys were sitting having a beer, chatting. "No chance of a taxi for a while!" said Alan as I joined them.

"Can I have a beer?"

"Sure, but you won't try and fuck me will you?" said Carl laughing.

I laughed and smacked him as he walked past. I sat with the guys and began to relax as they continued to tease me. I tried again to explain but felt so embarrassed. 

"I am off to bed. I suggest you stay here because I doubt you will get a taxi tonight, no strings Rian," Carl said climbing to his feet.

I had actually sobered up a little and was thinking a lot clearer now. I looked over at Alan and nodded agreeing to Carl's idea. Alan accepted Carl's invitation and Carl directed us to his spare room. 

"You know where everything is!"

I wandered into the bedroom and pushed the door shut behind me. I began to undress and was only wearing my panties and bra when the door opened again. Alan entered but was still chatting to Carl who was standing out of sight in the lounge. 

"Hey Rian, Carl is naked. Want to see?"

I jumped off the bed laughing and ran to the door. "You pig!" I slapped Alan as I saw Carl was still in his boxer shorts.

Both guys were laughing as I turned and walked back to the bed. I unclipped my bra and pulled back the duvet. I didn't realize Carl was standing at the door talking to Alan and I was about to remove my pants.

"No chance of a fuck then?" asked Carl.

I turned to face him, "Sure, you can fuck off any time!"

Carl and Alan laughed and I slipped into bed.

"Hey Carl, let's have a look then."

Carl popped his head back around the door and I threw my panties out from under the covers. Carl came into the room, grinning, "You really want to see?"

I was giggling like a schoolgirl, hiding most of my face beneath the duvet. "Go on then!"

Carl glanced around at Alan then began teasing with his boxers as if to pull them down. Suddenly he ran from the room, pulling them down far enough to flash his bum as he got to the door. Alan closed the door behind him and came to me. I was still giggling at Carl who was quite the fool.

I had a great nights sleep and woke early the next morning. I lay talking to Alan and he reminded me about the night before, once again assuring me there had been no plan. I snuggled up and asked how Carl had taken my outburst. 

"You can do no wrong in his eyes." 

"Hey!"

"Carl is funny; if he was hurt, he wouldn't say anything . . . just the way he is with women."

"Oh, I hope I didn't hurt him. I can see why he's your best friend!"

"He's a good lad."

"I think so too."

"He loved it when you stripped!"

I giggled, "Did he? I was a bit drunk. What did he say?"

"Not a lot . . . but he did."

"Alan, no problem if I tease him is there?"

"Do what you want. I think he is scared of you."

"Why?"

"Because you are fucking mad!" Alan gave me a kiss.

I climbed out of bed and pinched Alan's shirt from the night before and put it on. "Excuse me . . . "

I gave him a naughty smile as I walked across to the door. I knew I had gone off like a rocket the night before, and several times but I did like Carl, he was sweet.

I entered the lounge, leaving the bedroom door slightly open. Carl was nowhere around so I went to the kitchen and made some coffee. I walked over to Carl's bedroom door, it was quiet and I tapped gently on the door. There was no reply and I slowly opened the door peeking inside. Carl was still asleep so I closed the door and went back to Alan.

"Alan, how does he like his coffee?"

"In a cup."

"Alan . . . "

"Milk, one sugar."

I ran back to the kitchen and made us all coffee. I took Alan's in first, leaving it on the bedside table, then collected Carl's and headed back to his room. I gently opened the door and crept inside, placing his coffee beside his bed. I don't know why but I stood over him, watching him sleep. He looked like a little boy and I thought about how he had not reacted to what I said the night before, despite me being quite nasty.

"Good morning," I said softly.

He didn't move.

"Good morning Carl," I was a bit more determined this time.

He rolled over to face me. "How dare you come into my room . . . with clothes on?"

I laughed, "Shut up, I made you a coffee."

"Wow . . . you can cook as well!"

I sat on his bed as he sat up and reached for the coffee.

"Sorry about last night, I was a bit drunk and got the wrong idea!"

"Not a problem, you can shout at Alan any time you want. Besides if you knew what I was thinking you would have been just the same!"

I was really getting to like Carl. Nothing seemed to faze him. 

"So have you had a shag in my house yet?"

"No!"

"Do you want to," he began laughing as he finished.

Alan popped his head around the door, "My god, look at you two . . . "

"I know, what can I say, it's my huge dick, gets them every time!"

I was laughing and quickly pulled back the covers, "Damn, still got those boxers on!"

The lads both laughed at my disappointment and I climbed off the bed. "I'm off for a shower, you perv," he smiled at me as he walked into the bathroom.

I stood in the lounge with Alan sipping my coffee as I heard the shower run. "Can I?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

Alan looked confused until I nodded in the direction of the bathroom. "Whatever!" he gave me a smile as he sat down with the paper.

I opened the door quietly and slipped inside so as not to be heard. Carl had his back to me as he showered and I crept closer. As quick as I could, I pulled back the shower curtain, exposing Carl. He turned and I got a wonderful view of his cock before he concealed himself. Carl was laughing, "Ok, so you've seen it, nothing to brag about."


My First Week in England



"No. He's cute like you," I said smiling.

"Have you had a shower yet?"

I guessed where this was heading so I thought I would beat him to the punch line, "No. Move over," and I began to undo the shirt.

Carl's face was a picture of surprise as I let it fall to the floor, stepping into the shower beside him. "Just a shower, no funny business."

I began to shower and give Carl the occasional glance. I intentionally brushed my hand against his cock a few times as I bathed and noticed he was getting erect. "Do my back?" I asked as I turned away from him.

Carl didn't reply but began to soap down my back. I could feel him trembling a little and sensed he was a bit nervous. I turned quickly to face him, pressing my body against his, my tits against his chest and his cock against my stomach.

"Want me to do you?" I said looking him in the eyes and trying to keep a straight face.

"I'm done," he gasped and stepped from the shower.

I smiled as I finished my shower, Carl grabbing his towel and fleeing the bathroom. I heard a few voices in the lounge and stepped out to get dry. Alan gave me a wicked look as I entered the lounge.

"What?" I tried to appear all innocent.

"Very naughty."

I giggled as I sat and dried my hair. "Well, I just told Carl, if you want to play naughty, so can he . . . so beware!"

"What do you mean?"

Alan was smiling at me. "Anything goes; he wouldn't have before, but now . . . "

"Anything goes. What does that mean?"

"I told him to help himself!"

Alan got up and walked toward the bathroom as Carl emerged from his room. "Rian do you still want to play?" asked Carl sitting himself beside me, quite cocky.

"Sure come on then." I said as I pulled my towel open revealing my naked body. 

I turned toward Carl and gave him a kiss on the lips, expecting him to flee again. Carl began fumbling with his clothes and I stopped kissing and looked down. 

"Shit!"

Carl had his cock out already and wasn't running away. I scrambled away from him, grasping my towel and falling to the floor. Carl had a huge smile now and I was the shocked one. 

"You bastard!" I shouted as I burst into laughter.

Carl was dressing again. "Next time you want to fuck, don't just tease."

I had covered myself and lay against the sofa laughing, "Ok. Ok, I promise."

After we had all showered and dressed, me and Alan walked back to the car and drove home. Alan asked what I thought of his friends. I could only think of one. 

"Carl is great."

"Carl?"

"Yes, he is really sweet and great fun. Anytime Alan, anytime."

"What does that mean?"

"If you want, I would, will, both of you."

"Rian?"

"If you fancy a threesome . . . invite Carl, no problem."

Alan laughed but I don't think he believed I was serious, so soon after meeting him. He didn't mention it until later that afternoon when we were having lunch in town. 

"Rian . . . what you said earlier about a threesome?"

"Yes?"

"Were you serious?"

"Why?"

"Curious . . . that's all."

"Yeah right," I laughed loudly.

"Ok. Would you?"

I paused for a moment before replying, "Yes. I am quite sure I would."

"Rian, I don't want you sleeping with all my friends, that's not why I married you."

"And what about the party?" I replied sharply.

"I never told, or asked you to do anything. That was your decision."

"I know but . . . "

"No buts Rian."

"Alan, you encouraged me!"

"Rian. I don't give a shit. I didn't tell you to, it was your choice to fuck, not mine."

"So now I am wrong!"

"I never said you were wrong. I'm not bothered if you want to fuck, as we said, just don't do it behind my back."

"Why are you so angry?"

"I'm not; I just don't want you thinking you are here for the entertainment of all my mates."

"But you showed Carl the video."

"Ok, but that was a video and I only showed what you let me film."

"So you don't want me to fuck Carl, or don't want me to fuck anybody?"

Alan dropped his head, "Rian . . . if you want to, Ok, fuck who you want, it is up to you. I do care. Just remember that."

"Alan, I thought you liked me to play?"

"I do. Look Carl is Ok, he can keep his gob shut but stay away from the rest. Not sure some of them would keep quiet and I don't want my wife to be communal property."

There were a few minutes of silence as we both considered what had been said. "Alan, I understand what you mean about your friends. Not sure why these are different to the guys in Malaysia but I will behave."

"Rian . . . I don't want you to behave. I want you to be you, just don't be you with too many of my mates," Alan began laughing and I couldn't help but laugh too.

After lunch we wandered around town, doing some shopping. I was still worried that Alan didn't have a job and declined when Alan offered to by me even more clothes.

"No Alan I can't. Wait until you get a job darling."

"Don't worry about me, I'm sorted."

"You have a job?"

"Yes, sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?"

"I'll tell you later, just don't worry."

I gave him a hug. It was a huge relief. "Can we celebrate?"

"Sure, what do you want to do?"

"Anything you want!"

"Anything?"

"No, I want to do anything, you tell me to."

"What?"

"From now until breakfast, you name it, I will do it!"

Alan began to laugh and we continued to shop. Alan was still smiling to himself as I tried on various outfits. Eventually he called Carl on his phone and arranged to meet him in town. 

"Ok, you want it, you can have it," he said grinning as he hung up.

I didn't bother asking him to explain. I had a really good idea what I had started. We wandered around a few more shops before heading off to meet Carl in the Toll bar. We actually bumped into him on the way there, so I carried on shopping while they had a chat. I had expected them to be talking about me and my offer to Alan but no; Alan was talking to Carl about some guy called Clarky and a business. 

I didn't realize that Alan had told him until Carl suddenly asked in a voice everybody could hear, "What's all this about a threesome then?"

I nearly died, Carl had gotten the attention of everyone in the shop and I was hiding amongst the racks of clothes. Carl grabbed my hand and we quickly left the shop and ran into the street. I gave him a wallop but couldn't help laughing. 

We made our way to the Toll bar and ordered drinks and food. I still hadn't forgiven Carl for his embarrassing outburst but I had calmed down. 

"Carl, tell her to do something!" Alan said casually.

"Alan, I said anything you say."

"OK, Carl, tell me, then I will tell Rian."

"What? Anything?"

Alan nodded and the biggest, dirtiest grin appeared on Carl's face. "Anything, wow, well let me see, anything. Rian, I want you, to, eat up so we can go."

I was a little startled at Carl, so was Alan by his expression and a short while later we left the bar. Carl led us across town and I realized he had a plan. I was sure that Alan also knew what was going to happen. Carl's car was parked in a multi story car park and as we entered Carl went and spoke to some guys who were washing cars on the lower level. A few minutes later he returned, beaming and we collected his car. Carl could hardly contain himself as we drove back to the lower level and he parked beside the car wash. 

"Ok, Rian, I want you to wash my car," he said, trying not to laugh.

"Fuck you!" I was livid.

"Rian, wearing only your underwear."

"What here?"

Carl nodded.

"Alan did you know about this?"

"Yes."

I sat back for a moment, there weren't too many people on this level but there were about four guys washing cars. "Hey how did you know I had underwear on?"

Carl glanced at Alan so I gave him a smack as I climbed from the car. There were big smiles from the car wash guys as we approached them.

"So is she going to do it?" one asked.

"She says so," Carl replied cheerfully.

We spoke to the guys for a few minutes while another car was finished and moved out of the way. Carl brought his car over to the wash area. "When you're ready," he muttered as he passed by.

I let out a sigh and looked around at the guys, who had all stopped and were leaning against walls or seated and ready to watch me. I gave a smile as I began to undress, placing my jacket, jumper and T-shirt on a table. I sat on its edge as I undid my jeans, slipping them off and then put my shoes back on. It was cold as I walked back to the car and they all cheered. I was dressed in a pair of black lacy French knickers and a very small lacy bra. 

"Rian, better get a move on," Carl said nodding toward the elevators.

It was cold and I was trembling a little but I think that was more with excitement than anything else. I walked to the car, plunged my hand into a bucket of icy cold water and began to wash the car. I was suddenly freezing and I felt my skin grow taught. I was giggling as I worked my way around the car. Stretching as I washed the roof brought plenty of remarks from the guys. There seemed to be more and more people passing and most paused for a while, hardly believing their eyes.

My bra had gotten wet and the thin materiel could barely contain my tits which kept falling free. I was covered in foam and water and washing as quickly as I could. Several people commented they would have their cars washed if I would do it as I was. I laughed and declined. I was almost done but my bra was now hanging wide open, my tits out for everyone to see. I just wanted to get finished and had stopped looking around at my audience.

Finally, I threw the sponge into the bucket and turned to face the guys. I was soaked, my bra hanging around my neck but concealing nothing. I pulled it off as I walked back to my clothes, the guys all giving me some applause. One of the car wash guys handed me a small towel and I dried myself. I was stood amongst them, freezing cold and shivering while I put my T-shirt back on. 

The car wash guys had been making some very suggestive comments while I was washing Carl's car but were now being very sweet. I tried to dry my panties but it wasn't going to work and there was no point putting dry jeans on over wet knickers. I looked around for some private corner. The towel I had, being little bigger than a hand towel was next to useless.

"Shit!" I muttered to myself.

"What's up?" asked Alan.

"My pants are wet!"

"Mine too!" added a young car washer and I fell apart laughing.

We were all in hysterics, partially because of the dry way he came out with it. 

"Go on Rian, just get it over with," said Carl nodding toward my underwear.

I raised my eyebrows a little. "Do you want me to?" I whispered.

Carl, hesitated before replying, "Yeah, why not?"

I smiled and walked toward a car which shielded me from the people passing by. Keeping my back to them all, I quickly slid my pants down and stepped out of them. I ran the towel around my ass, trying to dry myself a little.

"Go on Rian!" shouted Carl.

"No!" my reply was short and blunt; I knew what he was suggesting.

"Come on, Rian; show the guys your box," Carl pleaded.

I burst out laughing and stumbled around as I tried to get a foot in my jeans. I grabbed my ass with my left hand pulled it apart lightly.

"Show it, don't just tease."

I stood and glanced back at them all. I was only a few feet away. "Ok here!"

I bent over, parting my legs slightly and pulled my ass wide with both hands. I could tell they could see everything by their gasps. I stood and turned to face them, displaying my pussy.

"Satisfied?"

I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on quickly, before rejoining them. The car wash guys all looked surprised I had shown my pussy or maybe that I had let Carl goad me. I said goodbye to the guys and got in the car, waiting for Alan and Carl to join me.

It was a funny drive back, to our car which was parked on the other side of town. When we arrived at the car park, Alan asked, "Are you coming with me or going back with Carl. 

His tone was very casual but I was surprised at the question."Why, do I have a choice?"

"Rian, I just have to see Clarky. I could call in on the way back, if you want to go with Carl." His tone was much softer and not accusing as I had first thought.

"Ok, I'll go with Carl. We can have a fuck while we wait!"

Alan burst out laughing and gave me a little kiss."Whatever!" he said and he closed my door.

It took about fifteen minutes to get back to Carl's house and there was definitely an atmosphere. We carried my shopping inside and Carl made us coffee. I took off my jacket and jumper and slumped on the sofa. Carl came in with the coffee.

"Do you want a shower?"

"Sure! In a minute, yeah!"

I was looking at some of the things I'd bought that day when Carl suggested a fashion show. I giggled and agreed. There was a large collection of underwear, some, very sexy, a few dresses and various other outfits. I'd also purchased two pair of heels and a pair of calf length black boots. 

"So what do you want to do tonight?" asked Carl.

"Err, fuck, go for a drink, then maybe fuck again."

Carl smirked, "So where do you want to have a drink?"

I laughed, "Carl can you call Alan for me?"

Carl looked bemused but dialled him. I took the phone but held Carl close, sharing the ear piece. "Hi Hun, are you going to be long?"

"I don't know, I'm still with Clarky. Got quite a bit to sort out."

"Ok, just wondered, me and Carl are going to have sex then go for a drink, is that ok?" I was trying desperately not to laugh.

Alan was laughing, "Ok Rian, have fun, I'll call you later."

"Alan, are you sure? Can I fuck Carl?"

"Rian, I am with Clarky. Do what you want baby, I'll call later."

I put the phone down and glanced at Carl without speaking, then walked into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar; although I didn't really expect him to follow.

I began running a shower as I undressed. I was already naked but put my T-shirt back on and went back into the lounge. I was going to pick up my clothes but they had already gone and so had Carl. I heard a noise and went into his spare room where he was laying the clothes on the bed. I stood in only my short T-shirt, aware that he could probably see my pussy. Carl looked me up and down then back at the bed.

"Shower."

I totted back to the bathroom, leaving the door open and stepped into the shower. I kept looking to see if he had come to the door but never saw him. Finally I stepped out and began drying myself, returning to the lounge with a towel around me as I dried my hair. I sat on the sofa opposite Carl, who was watching TV. 

I couldn't keep my eyes off of him and caught him glance over at me a few times. "Carl, do you want to?"

He glanced around smiling but didn't reply.

"Carl!" I jumped to my feet and grasped his hand. At first he declined and remained seated. 

"Carl come with me. It's playtime." I was trying to be seductive but this time he didn't object and I led him into his bedroom.

As we entered, I turned, kissing Carl on the lips and he kissed back. It was a long, slow passionate kiss and I let my towel fall to the floor. I began fumbling with his clothes as our kissing became more passionate and less gentle. I pulled Carl's T-shirt over his head and ran my fingers through his chest hair. I dropped a hand to his waist and began to undo his jeans, Carl's breathing was short and quick as I undid his button and began to slide down his zipper. 

We kissed again and Carl maneuvered us toward the bed where we fell. Carl kicked out trying to kick off his jeans but they would go no lower than his knees. I jumped up, pulling off his jeans and socks. Carl lay on his back and I motioned for him to hand over his boxers. As he slid them down, I pulled them off completely and climbed back onto the bed beside him. Carl was already erect and we rolled from side to side kissing and groping each other. 

I rolled my body and straddled him, stroking his chest as he looked up at me nervously. I teased, rubbing my pussy against his crotch and rolling his cock under my body. I sat up on my knees, hovering over Carl's cock. I ran a hand beneath my body and grasped his cock, guiding it toward my clit as I lowered my body onto him. Carl's cock pressed against my lips. I allowed myself to drop onto him and he slipped inside. I slowly slid down his shaft, his cock filling my hole. 

I began to raise and lower my body, very slowly at first as I made sure he could see his cock slide in and out of my pussy. We were locked together now and I was throwing my body down on his cock. Carl threw me back onto the bed and quickly guided his cock back into me. I raised a leg up over his shoulder and Carl began thrusting away, pumping into my body as hard as he could. 

I was screaming with pleasure as Carl slammed his body against mine. Carl was fucking me at a frantic pace and my pussy was on fire. I put both my legs over Carl's shoulders as he continued to pump into me and after some fifteen minutes he still hadn't slowed down. I was howling now, as I reached orgasm but nothing seemed to slow Carl down. 

"My god. Carl, fuck me Carl!"

My body felt as if it was going to explode as I came and I screamed shamelessly at Carl. I wrapped my legs around Carl's waist as I came again. I was shaking violently as I came this time and barely noticed Carl's face as he was about to cum.

"In me, I want it in me."

Carl thrust hard as he gave up his cum into my body. I felt his warm spunk enter my pussy and he collapsed on top of me.

"My god, you fucked me," I said gasping

"You fucked me first!" said Carl as he rolled off and lay beside me.

We both lay panting, exhausted from at least forty-five minutes of very intense sex. Carl sat up on the edge of the bed. "I can't believe we just did that!" his voice was somber.

"Don't worry Carl; it won't be the last time."

I had my hand between my legs trying to stop the cum seeping everywhere. Carl laughed as I waddled my way to the bathroom where I took another shower. Carl was waiting to take one as I came out. I asked why he hadn't joined me. Carl didn't reply and brushed past me. 

I sat on the bed getting dressed and couldn't help wondering why Carl was being so quiet. I could only assume he was worried about fucking his best friend's wife. I giggled. I had wondered how much Alan had told him about us, now it seemed he had told him very little. It was comforting that Alan hadn't told everybody about what I get up to but I wanted some fun, teasing Carl first. I'd explain to him later. 

Carl was sitting on the sofa and I flopped down beside him. He didn't look amused. "Carl darling," I ran my hand down his cheek.

"Rian," Carl snapped.

"Carl, I don't think you understand."

"Rian, I do. I've known Alan for more than thirty-two years, what the fuck have I done?"

I threw myself against the back of the sofa, well that put an end to any teasing. I walked over to the phone and called Alan. Carl was grimacing as I waited to connect.

"Hi darling, are you ok?"

"Sure, why is there a problem?"

"No, nothing at all. Are you coming to Carl's soon?" I glanced over to see Carl's expression and I beckoned him over to me.

"Be a while yet Rian. Still, got a lot to do, do you want to stay with Carl or get a taxi?"

"I think I will stay the night at Carl's,. He is quite good in bed." Carl stopped dead in his tracks.

"You have?"

"Yes."

"Ok, everything all right then?"

"Great, if you can make it we can have a threesome . . . hang on."

I handed the phone to Carl who was trembling. "Hi Al," said Carl quietly.

"Carl no problem matey. I'll explain everything later, should have before, sorry, she's really wild isn't she!"

"Too right, so no problem between us, Al, I would never."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm certain you enjoyed it, and there is no problem. I will explain later. Look after her for me, probably see you both tomorrow."




My First Week in England



"Ok, see ya."

Carl put the phone down, a look of astonishment on his face. He brushed past me and slumped on the sofa, where I joined him. "Rian, did Alan know about this, before?"

"No, he didn't know we were going to fuck, probably expected it though."

"Expected it?"

"Well, I said I would like a threesome with you, and then, well that I would." I gave him a huge smile as I stood. "Come on Carl. Let's go get a drink. You really look like you need one."

Carl nodded and we got ourselves ready without another word. A few minutes later and we were heading out the door. We linked arms as we took the short walk into town. Carl wasn't objecting now but still appeared a little shocked. I was wearing all new clothes and had on a short black rah rah skirt, a short tight T-shirt and my calf length black boots, with a black shiny coat over the top. Carl relaxed a little as we moved from bar to bar and I thought I would explain a little, hoping to put an end to his worries.

In the next bar I guided Carl to a quiet corner away from anybody. "Carl, I'm sorry you got wound up earlier."

"No problem."

"Let me explain something."

"No need."

"Alan was my second boyfriend."

"So does that make me number three?" he asked sarcastically.

"No, probably number fourteen or fifteen," I replied abruptly.

"What?" Carl's mouth fell open.

"Alan gave me a freedom I never had before. Now I like to be naughty."

"You've slept with fourteen other men? Does Alan know?" he seemed more shocked than before.

"Carl . . . yes he does. If I told you everything, oh my god, but it is ok Carl, trust me."

"Rian are you a nympho?"

"No, I like to party sometimes. We both do and no one gets hurt."

"Ok, I knew Alan was a bit mad but never realised he married a wacko."

I started laughing and Carl gave me a smirk.

"Carl do you know what I really like?" I said cheekily.

"I daren't try and imagine," he said laughing loudly.

I quickly put my hands beneath my skirt and slid down my panties, causing him to choke on his beer. I held them out and handed them to him in view of a few people sitting around us, who all found it funny. Carl was stammering as he slipped them into his pocket.

"Rian, can I ask you something?" Carl was serious.

"Ok, what do you want to know?"

"Why . . . why would Alan let you sleep with other guys?"

I paused before replying. There were a few people around us and I was certain some were listening. "You know Alan, Mr proactive, fix the problem before it arises."

"Yes I know what he's like," Carl said smiling.

"Well he's had so many women. Done a lot of stuff. Well I hadn't. Alan was shocked when I told him. He didn't like it. He thought it was . . . well going to be a problem in the future."

Carl lowered his head, nodding and I continued, "Alan said I needed some experience, some life and he told me to live a little, go mad, party. He just asked I never do it behind his back."

"Sorry, I know what he's like, he was a slut and no shit, he knows how to party. I'm sorry Rian, I didn't know that you knew."

I leaned across and gave him a little kiss. I learned a lot about Carl in those few minutes and understood why he was closer than a brother to Alan. I felt uncomfortable with the people around us and we moved on to another bar. I was trying to behave myself. I didn't want to offend Carl and he had reacted a lot differently to how I had expected. I was thinking it might be better if I was to just take a taxi home. We went into another bar, called The Vault and after getting drinks, Carl went off to the bathroom. I thought I would tell him I was going home when he returned. 

Carl came back and stood over me, "So are you staying or going?"

I was shocked. How did he know what I was thinking? "Not sure, maybe it is for the best." I said reluctantly.

"Rian, I understand now. Sorry but it just seemed strange, couldn't imagine doing anything like that with Alan's missus."

I sipped at my drink and tried to relax, the idea of going back to an empty house wasn't exciting me. I was getting up to go to the toilet when Carl said, "Put your pants back on."

I was about to ask why but just took them from his hand. "I'd like your skirt instead," Carl added as I was about to walk away.

I glanced back to see him give me a big smile, "Well you said you like to play."

I giggled and almost ran to the bathroom. I returned a few minutes later and slithered into the seat beside him, giggling like a naughty child. Carl had a huge smile and I passed my skirt to him under the table. Carl took it from me, laughing. I had to sit beside Carl because my coat wasn't that long and kept opening to reveal most of my thighs. Carl seemed to be very relaxed now and was soon suggesting we move on. 

As we arrived at the next bar, Carl asked, "Rian, can I have that T-shirt as well?"

I couldn't help smiling at Carl's change. "Sure, now?"

"No, give it to me inside."

As I stepped inside I got a lump in my throat, Carl was grinning wildly. The bar was packed solid, barely enough room to pass through the place. I looked at Carl who was gloating. I asked where the bathroom was and Carl nodded in the direction across the room. I wandered off while Carl got the drinks. A few minutes later I stepped out of the bathroom, T-shirt in hand. It was a struggle to get back to the bar where Carl was waiting and I clung to my coat, worried it might be pulled open as I squeezed through the crowd. 

I finally reached Carl and handed him the T-shirt, swapping it for a drink. Carl was nodding with a huge smile, "You do like to play naughty."

I giggled as we stood chatting and sipping our drinks, when Carl suggested yet another bar. "Another? and what do you want this time? I don't have much left."

"Come on," he said and Carl led us from the bar.

It was a bit cool with only the plastic coat on and I cuddled up to Carl. Luckily it wasn't too far to the bar and it was also a lot quieter. We got drinks and stood to one side of the bar.

"So can I have them?"

"What?" "Your knickers."

"Depends, is this the last bar?"

"Probably not," Carl laughed.

"Ok, when it is, let me know."

Carl stood grinning at me and it was obvious he was having a lot of fun now. I had my back to the main bar and I handed him my glass. Carl watched as I undid the buttons of my coat then took my drink from him. The coat had opened enough to reveal I only had panties on under it. I was facing Carl who had his back to a wall, so no one else could see me. Carl began playing, pulling the coat further and further open. 

"Ok, last bar I announced and knocked back my drink."

I fastened my coat and Carl followed me from the bar. 

The last bar we called at was down a few back streets and away from the busy town centre bars. We went inside and got drinks before Carl began egging me on. The bar wasn't as busy as most we had been to and I wandered off to the toilet. It was only a couple of minutes before I returned and once again handed Carl an item of my clothing. 

Carl gave me a hug and shook his head, as I sipped at my drink. "I can't believe you're naked under that coat."

"Do you want a peek to make sure?"

"Not at the moment."

We were both grinning at each other and I had to ask, "So are we going to do it again, when we get back?" I was trying to sound seductive.

"Do what?" Carl replied with a positively confused look on his face.

"Fuck, stupid," I blurted.

I was a bit loud and got the attention of those around us. Carl was laughing at my recklessness and I began to blush, and daren't look around. 

We had finished our drinks and decided to go back rather than have another. I began heading back across town but Carl led me off in another direction. I was giggling, thinking he would find some dark corner but I was wrong. Carl took me to the tram station which was still almost deserted.

"I thought you'd be warmer. It's only a short trip."

I laughed and gave him a hug. The tram arrived and we found an empty carriage. Before the tram was moving, I had opened my coat and sat opposite Carl. 

"Take it off completely, just for a minute." Carl requested cheekily.

I didn't hesitate and threw it on the seat as I began running up and down the tram. Carl was in hysterics as we came to another station and the tram slowed quickly. I scrambled back to my coat as the tram came to a halt and about half a dozen people witnessed me fighting to put my coat back on. I hadn't even buttoned it when they began loading. I glared at Carl but couldn't be angry at him. 

A few minutes later and we were getting off the tram. Carl met someone he knew on the platform and we stopped to speak for a few moments. I had my arm through his and was cuddling up to him and shocked Carl when I interrupted him and introduced myself as his new wife to be. The guy seemed to believe me and made a few silly jokes. We said goodnight and headed back to Carl's.

It was only a short walk until we arrived and I for one was glad, as I was absolutely freezing. Carl made us a cup of tea to warm up and I pinched one of his T-shirts. I just took off my coat casually and pulled on the T-shirt. I felt warmer immediately and snuggled up on the sofa. Carl eventually joined me and we sat laughing about the night. It had been great fun and Carl said he'd had a brilliant time watching me misbehave.

I took Carl's hand and pulled him from the sofa, leading him to his bedroom. Carl didn't object and once inside I removed the T-shirt and slid between the covers. Carl took his time undressing but eventually climbed in beside me. 

"Carl . . . " I whispered in a soft voice but I could sense that Carl wasn't comfortable so I just snuggled up to him which he didn't seem to mind at all. I had a great night's sleep and we woke together the next morning. I insisted on having a shower together, which was more fun than erotic. 

We were having breakfast when Alan arrived. I gave him a hug and a kiss before continuing to eat. Carl became very sheepish and I could tell Alan was winding him up by being distant. Carl was really quiet and I shook my head at Alan, asking him not to continue and Alan clicked on immediately.

"So did you guys have a good time last night?"

"Great," we replied simultaneously and laughed.

"What did you get up to?" Alan asked, pinching my breakfast.

"He kept taking my clothes off of me," I exclaimed.

Alan laughed.

"Your wife is crazy Alan," Carl said calmly.

"I know!" 

I took a few minutes to tell Alan about the night before and how Carl had claimed an item of clothing at each bar we went to. Alan was laughing.

"I bet Rian loved that, Carl did you enjoy it?"

Carl paused a second before replying, "Yes, sure, it was a great laugh and she is so . . . " Carl hesitated.

"Sexy, yes I know, anyway."

Carl dropped his head.

"About you fucking my wife. I don't see a problem."

Carl's mouth fell open and he stood staring at Alan. "Alan. I don't know . . . "

"Carl, as I said, no problem."

I only had a T-shirt and a pair of Carl's boxers on. "Can we have a threesome now?" I enquired.

Both guys turned to me. "Well I want to do it, and it might help everyone relax."

"Rian you are mad," declared Carl.

"I know, now come here and give me some cock." I began chasing Carl around the table. Alan fell about laughing, as we ran faster and faster. 

Suddenly Alan grabbed me and held me tight. "Carl come here; let me prove something to you."

Carl walked around to us, panting heavily as Alan grabbed at my boxer shorts and yanked them down. "Do her . . . honest."

I was leaning over Alan's knee my naked ass sticking in the air. I sensed Carl come closer as Alan continued to encourage him, "Carl just stick your cock in her, show me, I don't mind."

Carl didn't hesitate any longer and forced his semi erect cock into my pussy. Alan held me tightly as Carl began fucking me. After a minute or so Carl stopped and Alan released me.

"Is that it?" I bellowed.

Both Alan and Carl laughed at my obvious disappointment I glanced around and they were both smiling and looking relaxed. 

"If you two don't want me, I'll find someone," I said angrily.

"Later, ok!" Alan interrupted and looked toward Carl, who eventually nodded in agreement. 

"Rian what do you want to do today? Remember it is Sunday," Alan said trying to lighten things.

I sat down again and pecked at my food.

"Some flashing," I said like a petulant schoolgirl.

Alan nodded. Carl offered coffee and they began to talk about Alan's business venture with Clarky. It was great. I had two husbands now and they were both ignoring me.