17 comments/ 70452 views/ 4 favorites Friendly Dilemma Ch. 01 By: bill_p99 Sam +++ I don't remember when it started exactly but I have always loved and been fascinated by women and sex. The thought of sex. Talk about sex. Watching sex. Having sex. Even the smell of sex – well sometimes anyway. It's just an intrinsic part of me. It's probably down to my religious upbringing resulting in repressed sexuality leading to feelings of guilt, stress, naughtiness and risk which in turn I associated in my brain with excitement and pleasure. As I got older I always had great admiration for liberated women with loose morals when people were talking about them and their exploits in a disparaging way. As my career developed and I became a manager I had to talk about staff relationships which often led to sex lives past and present which could be very illuminating and quite a turn on. In the office I had a work colleague who often talked about sex and we got very close. I told her about how I loved girls' in sexy underwear and she told me how she liked big cocks (which left me disconcerted) and stories of where she had had sex. Whilst talking she would tell me how turned on she would get talking and that she would need to go to the toilet to masturbate. That of course got me going and I would get all hyper. A few weeks before she left the company, she was leaving the area she came in to my office in a mini skirt and facing me proceeded to talk about sex with her open legs on my desk. I got a great shot down her naked legs to her beige embroidered panties. She had black hair and was very hairy between her legs. It was a real turn on. Her friend eventually joined, in her place and she was even more sexy. Always wearing stockings and suspenders I knew because she let me feel them. She would get hot and I even got her to take her panties off for the whole day. We did lots of stuff but never went the whole way. In another job. There was Sally who would impart the relationship problems she was having with her boyfriend whom she loved. She then told me how she used to go to bed with lots of different guys, cheating on boyfriends every weekend, until she met him. This gave me the opportunity to ask her a stack of questions about these encounters, which I did and they always made me horny as hell. I don't know if she knew what affect she was having, because she was quite naïve, though intelligent. She was about 5' 3" with shoulder length mousy hair. She had a large nose which did not detract from her hypnotic blue-grey eyes. Her lips were bowed and succulent. She played with her hair as she talked making her appear so vulnerable and sexy. Often she wore low cut tops that revealed the top of her small but adequate bust. She was slim with a flat stomach. Her legs appeared long when she wore black leather boots with 4" heels, as she often did. Occasionally she wore dresses or skirts and had good legs, which were not thin. She felt she had thick ankles but she didn't. I don't like thick ankles. She told me that since she had met her boyfriend, she slept with 4 guys. I was desperate to know if it was at the same time or together. I never did find out but I did get to quiz her further about other relationships and she said she had slept with twins when she was abroad and that WAS at the same time. She said that they had been out drinking and she went to their apartment. One thing led to another and they all ended up in bed together. Before she knew it she was sucking one and fucking the other and then they changed places. I asked her if she was OK with that and she said "Yes I was wild in those days ....but that was then. I've changed now." Well this got me going but when I probed further she was reluctant to speak about it. I restrained myself as I didn't ant her to think I was enjoying it – but I was. At another firm one girl wanted to get me to get her a fuck with a guy from another office. She offered to do me over the desk and stroked my cock through my suit. She would come to my office and show me her panties each day. Now you might think from reading this that I'm some superstud who can charm the panties from a nun, well I'm not. I am 5' 11" dark haired with glasses and slightly overweight. An average sort of guy. I am married to Beth and she is a stunner. Probably too good for me. She wasn't my first relationship I'd had a number relationships including sex with various degrees of success. With younger and older women. I was Beth's first though she had had a relationship with a couple of guys but nothing heavy. She was tall 5' 10" and athletic with long blonde hair which hangs half way down her back. She has full lips and hypnotic blue eyes. Nice breasts 36C and great legs which I love. We used to live in the North but moved because I got a better job offer. We had been married 2 years before we moved and enjoyed experimenting with sex. We had done almost everything together and for a person with limited experience she loved it and was always satisfied. We used to have fantasies and I asked if she wasn't with me, who would she liked to have sex with. The answers ranged from Brad Pitt to anybody depending on how far into the sex we were. This continued for sometime and she realised she turned me on. She used to phone the office from her work and say she was turned on and what should she do. I would say "why don't you make your self cum?" She would usually say "I can't there's too many men about " and of course this would give me a hard on and she knew it. I usually said "I don't mind just rub your legs together." And she would say "We'll see." This would almost ruin my day, as I would be so horny waiting to get home to her. When she got in it was straight to bed and a question and answer session which ended up with superb orgasms for both of us, as she inevitably told me she had cum at her desk. This drove me wild. Other times I would tell her to wear really sexy underwear and flash her colleagues. She did this reluctantly because she didn't want to get the reputation of being 'the office slut'. She had such good acting skills she always made flashing appear innocuous and innocent so that the watcher would think themselves a pervert for looking in the first place. We once had a party and Danny a friend of mine stayed over. He went to his bed and we followed to ours. We had a good drink and were ready for a love making session. I asked her to dress I in a one piece bathing costume that tied behind her neck leaving her back naked down to her arse and pantyhose underneath. The costume was powder blue and had a sheen to it. I liked it because I loved the feel of the nylon and swimsuit material and also the way it hugged her breasts and cunt. The mound of her crotch swelled under it and I ran my fingers between her swollen labial lips until she was wet. I kissed and slid my hands all over her body and we talked about sex and who she fancied then she had an orgasm. I kept arousing her with my hands playing with her nipples as she masturbated with her hand under her swimsuit I was ramrod stiff and dared her to creep into Dannys room and masturbate near his bed until she came. She was really excited and to my astonishment and pleasure said "OK". She kissed me long on the lips and then got out of bed and out of the bedroom door leaving it open slightly. I heard her push Dannys door slightly and got out of bed. I saw her stood in the doorway and could see and hear her masturbate rapidly. I got back in bed and waited. She was gone about 15 minutes. Once back in bed I started really kissing and playing with her she was insatiable. I asked how far she went and she told me she went into the room and placed her hand under his duvet and wanked him off. Although I didn't believe her it just might have been true and we had a massive orgasm. Shortly after this we moved from the area and we lost contact with Danny so I could never verify if it was true, though knowing Danny it could well have been. Things were so busy and we didn't know anybody things cooled on the experimental sex side though we still enjoyed sex. We would get porn movies and magazines and enjoy them together especially the ones with big hard cocks in for Beth and a woman with more than one man. As time went on she seemed to get even more attractive with stunning clothes especially underwear. She often wore long boots for her long legs in skirts or jeans or culottes. She got a good job and once we had established ourselves we started again. She would phone and tell me about the great guys in the office and how they were always commenting on how sexy she was it was true and it always made me rock hard. One thing about Beth is she knows how sexy she is. During this period of settling in I made friends with Rob a near neighbour and had been accepted into the group of his friends. We would go out quite regularly and have a great time, laughing and getting drunk, playing sport or whatever it was. Rob and I hold (most of) each other confidences. He is a great lad and I never met a truer friend. Rob +++ I have a real problem I have a number of mates which I knew from schooldays and college. We get together at weekends, social occasions, parties, sport and the like. We're all in our thirties now mostly married with kids and responsibilities but we've managed to keep the group meeting. As years have gone by friends have come and gone depending on circumstances location, commitments but largely there is a hardcore group of 6 or so. In recent years I became good friends with a guy who moved into the area and he became one of the group. His name is Sam and he came from the north to work here with his beautiful wife called Beth. I do not use the word beautiful lightly. She's about five foot ten, slim with long silky blonde hair that hangs half way down her back. She is slim but not skinny with long shapely legs and has a fairly large bust for her frame. She is as you might expect blue eyed, she has a button nose and slightly large mouth which she pouts playfully when being teased. I want to make it clear right now she was not the reason Sam became my friend. He is humorous, great fun to be with caring hard working and has some great parties. My problem is I know Beth is a flirt and my dilemma is whether I should say anything, you know, to get him to cool her down. Well you might ask - How do I know? Is it just me fantasising? Well I know because I've heard about her from my other friends and seen her. Well should I tell my friend Sam? Should I? I keep thinking what if it was me? I'm Rob by the way. Would I want a mate telling me? Not that I think Kath (my wife) would do anything – but I guess you never do. I'll tell you what happened. It was my birthday and we all met in the local pub were we were well known. Sam and Beth turned up and she looked gorgeous. She had her hair tied up which accentuated her long neck and she wore a lightly flowered white blouse of such fine cotton it was almost see through to her white silky frilled bra. She also had a white mini skirt and white stockings on her long legs. She was a goddess and I watched during the night as the lads turned and ogled her looking at her tits or trying to see up her skirt. The drink flowed as the night wore on and Sam was very merry indeed. He was dancing and joking centre of attention, as always as the guests fell about laughing. He is genuinely well liked. At closing time we went back to my house where there was enough drink to float a battleship. I got in put music on broke out the drink and Kath opened a buffet she and the girls had prepared all day. As the night wore on people left and there seemed to be less and less female company in fact at one o'clock there was Kath, Beth, Sam and the hardcore Steve, Mick, Jonno, Ralph, Harry and Ken. The music was still going strong and there was dancing with Kath and Beth as the main partners, though the odd couple of lads would dance together as there was no one else. By Two o'clock Kath said she was off to bed to a major series of groans and pleas for her to stay up but she had to collect the kids in the morning. Sam was by now asleep on the settee with a party hat on and his mouth open snoring. Beth sat down by Sam concerned. Her skirt had rode up which revealing her white hold up stocking tops had not gone unnoticed by anybody. As she leaned across Sam her long legs parted slightly and we all got treated to a view of her white lacy stocking tops and suspenders and white sheer lycra panties which were almost see through. The lycra was stretched over her slightly bulging mound so tightly the darkness of her pubic hair was hinted at. She remained in that position for a while calling Sams name and patted his cheeks in an attempt to wake him as we all got closer. She shook Sam and her legs opened and closed slightly the lads turned to each other pushing and winking and enjoying the spectacle. She closed her legs and turned to me. "I'll have to take him home." The lads protested at once. "No no you mustn't leave we'll sort him out. You needn't go." Sam and Beth lived nearby so it really was just a question of carrying him home and putting him to bed. To be honest she looked so luscious I didn't want her to leave yet. "Look." I said pointing to the lads "I'll carry him over if one of you will help." "I'll help as I have to go now anyway or the wife will start" said Ralph. "So do I." Said Mick. "Don't break the party up." Pleaded Jonno. "Are you staying, Beth?" "Well OK as long as Sam is taken care off." "Don't worry I'll see he's safe and sound." I said.Beth stood up. "Let's get this show on the road." She proceeded to stride with those long legs toward the CD player and select some dance music and turned arms outstretched and asked. "Who's first?" Not one to miss an opportunity little Ken jumped up and started dancing with her. Ken was about 5' 6" but muscular. He had sandy hair which was tightly curled. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him so that he was tightly pressed up against her. She pushed him back slightly and smiling said. "Easy tiger!" to which all the lads laughed. I could see she was well able to take care of herself so proceeded with Ralph's help to get Sam standing. He woke slightly and started singing but was well gone and with my coaxing we managed to get him outside onto the path. We stumbled up the road and got to his house in a few minutes. Once inside we took him straight upstairs and placed him fully clothed on the bed. "Should I undress him? I asked Ralph. "I don't really want to." "Let's just get his Jacket and shoes off and loosen his belt." So we began and he woke again as I was loosening his belt. "Hey Robbie." He smiled a silly grin. "You're not getting frisky with me are you?" He was laughing and I placated him telling him he was safe and need not worry. Ralph looked at his watch and said. "Sorry Rob, I'll have to go." "OK buddy. Thanks for coming. I'll see you next week." I patted him on the back as he was leaving just as Sam burst into song. I rolled my eyes at Ralph and turned back to Sam. It took about half an hour to settle him and I walked back to the house. The house was in darkness but there was music playing. I entered the living room I noticed Mick had gone and Steve was swaying in the dark with Beth to a smoochy record. Her head was on his shoulder and arms round his neck. He had one arm around her back and the other hand on her arse and as he moved his slightly upwards he raised her mini skirt exposing her white panty covered arse and stocking tops. The rest of the lads were drinking and sat watching the performance appreciatively. It was sexy. Both Jonno and Ken were rubbing their cocks through their trousers. Jonno looked up smiled and gestured towards the couple as the record drew to a close. He then shouted. "It's my turn your record is up." The parted slightly and Steve tried to kiss her but she offered her cheek. I got a drink and sat down on the settee next to Harry as Jonno took Steve's place for the next ballad. "Have I missed much?" I asked Harry. "God yes! We've all been dancing with her and she's one horny bitch." I raised my eyebrows. "Look I know Sam is a mate but come on.... She knows what she's doing and it's just a bit of fun." I looked up to see Jonno pressing his hard on into her as she ground back looking aloof. I had to admit she was certainly a tease. He was shorter than her by a couple of inches so had both his arms round the middle of her back, hers were round his shoulders. He slid his hand to her arse and proceeded to try what Steve had done but go a bit further. He slid her skirt up and Steve acknowledged him, with a thumbs up. He moved his hand down to her arse and began smoothly rubbing it under her skirt. She did not even flinch but carried on slowly gyrating to the music. Jonno went from smiling to an intense look on his face and he was breathing rapidly. He moved into the dining area making it difficult to see what was happening. The lads all moved forward off their seats to try and get a better view but to know avail. We then heard a slap and a grunt from Jonno and Beth call out like a teacher chastising a child. "Ah ah ah. Naughty boy. None of that now." We could hear Jonno snivelling profuse apologies. "Sorry sorry it won't happen again." We heard nothing else as the music came to an end. "My turn." Shouted Harry, jumping up and running for the dining area. He almost collided with Beth as she began to walk out. He shouted to Jonno. "You bugger off back in the living room." Jonno passed Harry as he led Beth back into the dining room and the next song started. He looked like he was adjusting his trousers which were a light colour. As he got closer we could all see a wet patch at the front of his trousers. We burst out laughing as he struggled with a handkerchief trying to clean himself. Steve slid over to him. "What the hell did you do?" "I shot my load." Jonno said in hushed tones. "I was rubbing up against her and she was grinding back ..... well you saw her?" We all nodded. "I was rubbing her arse and she never objected. So I slid it round to the front and got my hand on her cunt over her panties of course and shot my load. I couldn't help it. I think she knew 'cause it was there a while and she slapped my hand away.... But only lightly. She's a peach and what a body." Well we all just gaped and at that moment we heard Beth giggle and say "Shocking." in mock distain and laugh. God knows what Harry had said .... or done for that matter. The music continued and we heard a sigh and a "mmmmmmhh" coming from Beth. Steve waved at me to turn the music down so we could hear, which I did. We heard a slight whimper and gasp followed by an "oooohh". We could just make out squelching sounds like boots as they sink in and out of mud. Then barely discernable Beth whispered. "Ooooh yessss!" With obvious pleasure. At this Steve Ken and Jonno got up from the settee and crept toward the Dining room door so they could see what action was happening. They popped their heads through the open door and the lights went on as Harry and Beth with their arms round each others shoulders stood pointing and laughing at them. It was taken as a huge joke though Ken and Jonno had to cover their cocks. I was quite relieved because I didn't want to be put on the spot with Sam. Harry and Beth walked through and she said. "Phew she said that's hard work please get me a drink someone I'm all danced out for now." She had a gin and tonic with ice and lemon and coolly sat on a bar stool. The lights were on now and the lads a sat around on the settees punching Harry playfully for tricking them. Eventually after a long silence where I could see Beth was being checked out especially her long stockinged legs she suddenly said. "Well guys what now or is that it?" Friendly Dilemma Ch. 01 "More dancing." Jonno said. "No I'm knackered." She replied. "How about a game of something." Ken said. "Not strip poker!" She retorted. "Shame." "What about spin the bottle?" Offered Steve. "How would that work when I'm the only girl?" Beth asked. "I played a game at college when it was like this and whichever lad it pointed at they had to do something with the girl." Steve said. "And what if it landed on the girl?" Beth asked. "Well she got to choose what and who with." "Hhhhhmmm sounds intriguing." She looked as if she was warming to the idea. "But there should be some rules." "Like what?" Asked Jonno. "Well as you should know." She glowered at him. "I'll only go so far!" Then almost imperceptibly, winked. "OK. That's fair." I said. "You should only do what you feel comfortable with." We all looked at each other agreeing and nodding. "OK let's give it a whirl." She said clapping her hands together. We all sat in the middle of the room. The lads with cross legged and Beth with hers neatly tucked under her. Even so you could still see the tops of her stockings just below her mini which had ridden up. Ken grabbed a bottle which had a small amount of wine in it and drained it. "This'll do." He said. He placed it in the middle of us all and spun the bottle. It landed on Jonno. "What do I do again?" He asked a little worse for the drink. "As it pointed to you; You have to suggest something that Beth should do to you or for you. That's it isn't it Beth?" Steve said looking from Jonno to Beth and back. She nodded in assent. "But...." I added. "It has to be something she's willing to do. I know you." He stood up. Thank goodness he had been upstairs and changed into a pair of my tracksuit bottoms replacing his spunky trousers. He held his hands up and smiled. "Ok ok. I know you've had a bit to drink." He slurred but looked thoughtful. "I would like you to try to stand on that bar stool." Beth looked at the stool. "What on one leg?" She said scornfully. "No no. Just stand on the stool for 30 seconds without falling off. Rob can time you." This seemed fairly innocuous and I looked at my watch ready to start the stop watch. Beth stood up spreading her legs slightly flashing Ken as Jonno sat down. She walked to the stool and lifted her foot onto the bar. Her skirt rode up showing the lacy tops of her white stockings. She bent forward placing her hands on the seat in a slightly undignified way her skirt rode up some more. She lifted her knee to the seat and the smooth bottom of her panties were clearly visible. She hitched her skirt and steadied herself with a hand on the wall then placed the second knee on the chair she bent forward and her cunt could almost be seen below her arse with its plump lips. I realised now why Jonno had chosen this task. She stood up and turned toward us. She raised her arms in the air in triumph. "Tarraa!" We all looked agog. Her skirt had lifted well above her stockings. She was exposing the front of her cunt through her knickers. There was silky white embroidered pattern on the crotch but it did leave much to the imagination. The material was quite see-through and stretched across her cunt and a few wispy hairs popped out at the side. Jonno was the first to speak. "OK 30 seconds .... With your hands raised like that." We all looked at him. "OK. No problem." She laughed. Ken was sat slightly behind Harry but was clearly rubbing his cock again. Jonno kept feeling his cock anyway and Steve was laid with his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle but he certainly had a hard on as he had the biggest cock and it was obvious through his trousers. I tore myself away to check my watched. Although gorgeous I wanted this to end for my friends sake so I shaved about 10 seconds off. "OK. Time." There was a general groaning and shouts of "shame". "See I told you I could do it." Beth said as she clambered from the stool front first opening her legs as she bent and stretching to the cross been revealing the embroidered panel covering her cunt again. It was incredible. Everybody clapped and hollered approval as she bowed then took her place on the carpet. "I lasted so what exactly do I win?" We all looked at each other and realised we hadn't set any prizes. "You can snog anyone of us you choose in the dining room – with the door shut!" Shouted Ken. "Well I don't know. Is it worth it?" We looked at each other pointing to each of us saying. "Yes. Oh yes." "I'll save that dubious pleasure for later." As she scanned us but I noticed her eyes strayed to Steves cock. "Right it's my turn to spin." She spun the bottle it landed on herself. "Oh right me. Now what can I do." She again scanned us all. "OK Steve. Stand up." He reluctantly got to his feet his hands in front of his flies. "OK drop your trousers!" He looked about for help as everybody started laughing knowing why he was reluctant. There were shouts of "Do it! Do it! Do it!" as we raised our glasses. "OK here goes...." He undid the belt of his jeans, then the button and the zip dancing slowly. He dropped his trousers and his semi-boner could be seen through his red briefs. Beth stared at it and clapped. Again everybody clapped and hollered "Hero! Hero! Hero!". He smiled bowed and pulled up his jeans having slight difficulty getting his cock in, this again caused great hilarity. "Ok what do I win?" "A cold shower." Shouted Harry. "A kiss off Ken." Shouted Jonno. "Oh Ok." He said and jumped on Ken wrestling him on the ground. "Get away from me with that big thing you twat." Ken shouted but it was all good humoured and we all fell about laughing. They resumed their places and Steve spun the bottle which actually landed on Harry who was happily married and quite straight laced. "Right for this Beth. I would like you to mix me a brandy and rum with ice." There were moans and groans and sideways glances and comments about Harry "the old stick-in-the-mud". "Right sir. Your wish is my command." Beth got to her feet again opening her legs slightly which Jonno and Ken enjoyed. She left the room to go to the kitchen. Jonno and Ken then proceeded to berate and slap at Harry. "You've missed the point." "She was just warming up nicely." "For you maybe but not for me I'm happily married." "Steady on lads. Sam is our mate you know?" I interjected. "We know we're only having a bit of fun and trying to get a bit." Ken whispered. "She's enjoying it as much as us." That was true but even so I couldn't bring myself to get involved. Anyway my wife was upstairs. There was a chink of ice in a glass and Beth walked back in carrying it over to Harry. She bowed and I noticed Ken and Jonno getting full view of her arse. "Your pleasure sir!" Jonno nudged Ken and pulled an appreciative face as Ken turned to me and mouthed "What did I tell you." She stood up and stepped back slightly her skirt almost covering Kens head. She turned, noticed Ken (if she hadn't already) smiled and took up her place on the carpet. "My turn." "What about my prize?" Beth blinked her ice crystal deep blue eyes. "Another snog in the Dining Room." "Oh my God again? I better use the last one up first." She stood up and appraised us all. Steve was by far the most handsome with short fair hair a fit body, flat stomache and broad chest. He was about 6' 2". Harry was quite handsome but was a little overweight 5'10" with jet black hair, I was average 5'9" probably unfit fair hair with sideboards. Jonno was 5' 8" dark balding hair quit lean. Finally Ken had blonde curly hair as 5' 6" broad but a weightlifters physique. You could not call him good looking in the slightest and he had these thick lips. What he did have was this incredibly long tongue which he would stick out at the slightest opportunity. He was something like a gargoyle. She looked at us all resting on each one and giving a considered coy smile. "Right Ken. Let's go!" She held out her hand to an amazed Ken. "Let's go!" He said as he got up reaching for her hand. Jonno said "Lucky bastard." And Beth shook her finger at him. "Naughty! Naughty!" We all laughed thinking about earlier. They went through the Dining Room door closing it behind them then we heard the light being switched off. Jonno turned to me. "Put them on the timer." We all started talking about her and what fun she was. I hadn't really participated and didn't intend to but she was really lovely with a great sense of humour. I looked at the watch and 5 minutes had past. Jonno got up and went to the door to listen. He then started waving us to come over. We all pressed our heads to the door. There was definitely some groans and rustling of clothing. Even nylon – like er stockings. I heard her say. "Your tongue – it's huge." "One of my best attributes." I thought your only attribute. "Mmmmmm that's nice but don't choke me with it." More clothes rustling. A zip opening. Hard to hear whispered commands. Then Ken. "Oh yeh! That's it. Up and down." More whispering. Then Beth. "No! Not that. Be satisfied with what you're getting." More rustling. Light moaning. Heavy breathing. Ken. "That's it. Come on that's it YEEEEESSSSS! OH YEEEEESS!" Slurping sounds. "Watch my skirt. Be careful." More whispering. "I hope she's not joking like earlier." Jonno had his cock out and was slowly wanking it. It sounded wet and ready to shoot. Harry turned to see it pointing in his direction. "Get that fucking thing away from me." Accurate, but not very polite. That was too loud so we all immediately jumped back from the door and sat at our places on the carpet, Jonno desperately tucking his cock away. We could hear movement and the door eventually opened. Ken walked in smiling followed by Beth who had reddened in the cheeks. "Well lads where were we?" He walked over and sat in his previous position Beth resumed hers. We all sat quietly until Beth said. "Was it my turn?" This broke the ice and everybody started talking again. Jonno glared at Ken and mouthed "Lucky bastard". Beth spun the bottle and it pointed to Steve. She smiled and he had a twinkle in his eye. "You made me take down my trousers sooo... You remove your skirt but for the whole of the game." Harry looked at his watch and I said "Oh my God" in my head whatever will happen. Ken and Jonno sat holding their breaths in anticipation of her response. "Well I did say no strip poker...." Jonno looked crestfallen. " ...but I did ask you to drop yours. Ok ....why not. My underwear is clean – I think!" There were a few nervous giggles rippled round the group. She stood up and walked to the centre of the room. She slowly released the catch on her belt undid the zip on the side and let the mini-skirt fall to the floor. You could have heard a pin drop. We all looked from her high heels up her white stocking clad legs to her silky white covered mound of venus which appeared to have been forced into her labial lips. She raised her hands in the air palms upwards legs crossed at the thighs and said. "Well boys what do you think?" She then did a slow 360 degree turn like a pirouette. There was whooping and hollering appreciatively. I became conscious that they might wake Kath up and I could not afford to let her see what was happening here. So I hushed them explaining why. She picked her skirt up and put it on the Dining table. "Oh OK. Yes you're right." Said Ken. She walked over languidly and sat down with her legs tucked under to the side. We all gave furtive glances as we sipped our drinks. Harry then stood up looking at his watch and said he had to leave. We tried to dissuade him but he was adamant. He said his goodbyes and Beth gave him a kiss on the cheek. He didn't know where to put his hands. He left to get a cab. "Well my prize?" Jonno jumped in. "A snog in the Dining Room." "What dressed like this?" He nodded frantically. "Not likely. Look you can get me another drink please." Jono although disappointed went to get her the wine which she asked for, knowing him probably in the hope of getting her steamed out of her mind so he could hit one her but I was watching that. She wouldn't look at him if she were sober. Jonno arrived back with the drink and gave it to her. "I'm getting bored with this. What about something else? Something more interesting like Truth or Dare." "Well I'm up for it. What do we have to do?" Said Ken. "Each of us poses a question and the rest have to give a truthful answer or complete a dare. We'll need to get some questions together." Enthused Jonno. "Wait for us to get a refill." All the lads including myself filed out to the kitchen were the dinks where. Jonno immediately said. "I like the sound of this. We have a real chance to find out how far she goes." I didn't much like this talk but went along anyway. "Let's find out who she's fucked and when." Ken said. "Let's find out if she's been unfaithful." Jonno said clutching his cock again. "Let's just have some fun. " Said Steve. Beth called through to ask if we were ready as she was getting quite drunk and lonely. We all returned and sat back on the carpet. "Who starts?" I asked. "Well as I'm the only girl how about me?" We all said "sure thing". "Have you ever stolen anything?" We went round in a clockwise direction answering the question and laughing if it was a funny answer. It was me next and I asked if they had ever banged a car in a car park and left without leaving a note. They answered and it came to Steve. "Who was the first person you had sex with and where?" He looked at Jonno and added. "Assuming you've had it at all that is." Everybody laughed. Jonno gave him a dirty look and answered. "Actually I have and it was Janet Grey on the fields at school. We were 13 at the time." Ken interrupted. "You dirty bugger! Mine was Janet Grey on the same field before him." Beth looked stunned and lost for words. Jonno retoted to Ken. "Yeh but she liked me better she said so." "OK OK calm it down we'll wake Kath." Steve pacified them. "What about you Beth?" "That's easy." She said with a slight slur. "Sam when I was 18." She smiled eyes unfocussed. There were a number of "Oh"s of surprise. "Are you sure? This is Truth or Dare?" Said Jonno. "Absolutely true." She replied. I answered with a girl called Jackie at her mothers home when I was 16. "My turn." Said Jonno. " Have you ever been unfaithful to your partner? And who with?" It was Ken first. "Yes and too numerous to name. There!" Ken wanted to rush so it was Beths turn. Beth was in a dilemma. It depended what unfaithful was. If it was full blown sexual intercourse the answer was no; but if it was sexy fooling around the answer was yes. She decided it was the latter and that she would forfeit. "OK what's the Dare?" It was Jonno she forfeited on so he said. "I dare you to go into the Dining room and snog me." Ken said "typical self self self." I thought whatever happens I'm not letting it go on because she was getting too drunk. "OK. I will. Come on big boy!" She got up in an ungainly manner and walked straight to through to the Dining Room. Her arse moved from side to side as she walked showing it covered in her white pants. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back. Jonno followed and the door closed but not tightly. Ken jumped up to the door and started peaking. He then proceeded to give us a whispered running commentary running back and forth from the door. "They're kissing. Lot's of slurping noises." Back to the door. "Jonnos got his cock out." Back to the door. "She's started to wank him." Back to the door. "He's got his hand in her bra." Back to the door. "The lucky bastards got his hand in her panties." Back to the door. He pulled his cock out and started wanking. His was quite big and thick too. He waved us over and I tried to get a good look at the action. From what I could see Beth was sat on the table and had Jonnos hand under her panties and he was working good. She was groaning and gasping but still pumping his cock. He tried to ease her panties down with his wrist but she wouldn't let him. He then said. "I'm cumming." And she jerked harder on his cock. He turned so that his cock was facing her she kept wanking faster. Her blouse was rolled up and you could see her flat stomach his hand was deep in her panties as he fingered her. It was arousing. We jostled for position to see the final action. I heard Jonno say. "This is it." And then he stood on tip-toes to shoot is load over Beths belly. She said "Oh shit" but never stopped because she was on the point of no return. Her head flew back as his hand worked inside and and out. He was patting her clitoris and it was driving her wild as her eyes rolled in her head and her mouth opened issuing a low guttural roar. She came at that Ken shot his load on the door and I heard my wife get out of bed and make movements for the stairs. I pushed the door open and saw Beth laid back on the dark table legs wide open as Jonno tried to pull her panties down. "Kaths coming downstairs. Now. Get dressed." This snapped everyone out of their fantasies. Jonno sipped up his cock as did Ken and helped Beth up half pushing her panties up. Beth grabbed her skirt and slipped it on like a quick change model in Paris. I went back to the living room and we all sat on the various settees drinking. We looked like we had been partying all night which we had it was now 4:30 am. Kath opened the door she was in her nightie. "What time do you call this you lot?" "Oh Hi Kath!" We all said almost in unison. "We've been partying but I guess it's getting late so time to wind things up." I said. "Yes I should be going. I'm feeling quite drunk now." Said Beth as she flicked her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. "What about you lot?" She said looking at the three dishevelled lads. "Are you staying or going." A wonderful way with words my wife. "I'll sleep here." Said Jonno pointing at the settee. Both Ken and Steve said they would stay also so Kath told them was there were spare beds made up in the kids rooms, who were staying with their Grandparents. Beth stood up and looked around. "Thanks for a great party everyone." Kath brought Beths jacket and helped her put it on and said. "Rob, you see Beth home." All of the lads volunteered but Kath was adamant. "Rob will do it. I trust him." "Right I'll be going then. See you around." She hugged them all one by one and under Kaths gaze they were all highly respectful to her. I grabbed my coat and followed her out the door. As we walked down the road she said. "Gosh! Rob I don't know what came over me." She linked arms more to steady herself. "I promise I have never done anything as bad as that. I don't know what Sam would say? What do you think?" "I don't know really. Some men could forgive you some would divorce you it all depends." "Yes you're so right. What type would you be." "I don't know really." "You're a kind guy. I bet you'd be OK." "Maybe. Maybe." We walked down her path and opened the door. "Are you coming in for coffee?" "I suppose I could but Kaths probably waiting for me to go to bed." "Well you're right." She put her arms around me and gave me a full on kiss with her mouth open and tongue flicking across my lips. I must admit I felt stirrings down below. I slid my hands down her back and rubbed her arse. She parted her legs and almost dry humped my thigh. I thought of Sam and held her away. "I bet the others would have." "I bet they would but unfortunately I can't." "Mmmmm what a shame." She said and undid her skirt dropping it on the hall floor. I looked down and could see her panties tight and wet. I could see her stomach glistening with Jonnos cum. Her long athletic legs covered in lacy stockings with suspenders and garter belt. She was attractive. She slid her hand down my trousers over my hard cock. "Shame" she said. Friendly Dilemma Ch. 01 I did one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Said "Good night" and walked home. She was still on the doorstep as I went through her gate. I continued along the road thinking what should I do? What should I say? Should I say anything? I knew now that the three lads will be begging for a re-run sometime and I think with not too much pressure they would be getting plenty of action. I decided that the best thing might be to talk to her about the way she behaved and persuade her to stop. With this thought in my head I went back to the house. I tapped on the door lightly. She was on the stairs and opened the door almost immediately. Her blouse was open and I could see her white, see-through bra. "Hellooo! Robbie." She said and invited me in. "What brings you back?" She walked into the living room as I followed. "I wanted you to consider what you were doing tonight – fooling around with the lads. Is it really something you want to do?" We both sat down on the settee. "Do you know before tonight I wouldn't have known. Tonight has made me think." She lay back, her blouse fell open more her legs were open and I could see the now dry glistening sperm still on her stomach. Her panties were drawn up taught against her cunt. Her brown nipples showed through her bra. She turned to me and said. "I want to go further." "What?" I exploded involuntarily. "I want to go further and..." She looked me in the eyes. "Am I your friend?" I'd known her as long as Sam. "Of course yes!" "I want you to do me a favour – no questions asked." I didn't like the sound of this. "Come on swear no questions asked." Well I thought 'here goes'. "Yes what is it?" "I want you to tell Steve I want to see him." "When?" "Now." "I can't do that. What about Sam?" "I thought we were friends? I promise Sam won't mind. Really." "Really?" "Really. He's really kinky that's why I love him so much." "Well if you're sure." "I'm certain. Now go on get Steve over here ASAP." She slid her hand between her legs. I started getting a tingle again. "He's got really big cock." "Not as big as Ken." I couldn't help myself. "Mmmmm it did feel big earlier but he is pug ugly." I had to agree. "But you kept stopping Jonno tonight." "Well he was like the warm up man I didn't to start with him." Start? I thought what the hell does that mean. "Anyway Steve is really good looking." Which couldn't be denied. "Pease hurry or I'll fuck you." "If only!" I thought but I still didn't know for sure about Sam. I got up and left for the third time tonight. I got to the house and it was in darkness. I climbed the stairs. I opened the boys bedroom door. I immediately heard snoring it was Jonno and Ken so I crept out quietly. I went into the spare room and there was Steve. I shook him gently and said. "She wants to see you. Now!" "Who does?" "Well not the Queen. Beth." "I knew it. Just let me get my stuff on. Oh by the way bad news mate you're sleeping in the little girls room. " I rolled my eyes. "Typical! Here's a key let yourself in but be quiet." He took the key and I left the room and got into my daughters bed and almost immediately fell asleep. The next thing I knew I was being shaken and it was lighter outside. I grunted something and then opened my eyes it was Steve. "What the fuck! What time is it?" "Nearly 7." He was grinning like a Cheshire cat and quite jumpy, probably the drink leaving him. "She is so wicked. I mean I've fucked her four times. My cock is red-raw. She's insatiable." He looked dreamily into the distance then snapped out of it. "Do you want to hear?" "If I must." I said with resignation. "...... but keep your voice down." He moved closer and began telling me. "I had barely got in the door and she put her hands around my neck and started kissing me deeply. Soft lips open, tongue probing. We moved into the living room on the carpet. I slipped my hand to the crotch in her panties and she was soaked. She humped my hand (I remember the feeling from earlier) so I pulled the panties to one side and started fingering her - like Jonno did (but better). She told me she had fancied me all night and that she could see my big cock in my jeans. She started rubbing it. She was panting and whimpering. She then said she wanted me to fuck her, any way I liked as long as I came in her." "Well who am I to say no?" He said. "She undid the belt on my jeans and I helped pull them off. I was still in my underpants but my cock end was popping over the top and it was wet and ready. She just said "Fuck me now!" and I did. I got a cushion off the settee and put it under her arse and pulled off my underwear my cock just flopped out and bounced a few times sticking straight out. She liked it. I pulled her panties off, they were dripping. She spread her legs wide and I gripped her thighs feeling the stockings and suspenders as she guided me into the mouth of her cunt. I probed and the head slipped in. She was writhing and pulling my arse for more I pushed but there seemed to be a slight obstruction then I just popped in. She was on fire I tell you. She was loud shouting "Fuck me ohhh fuck me!" and with noisy groaning. It was a real turn on. I said "What about Sam" and she said "Don't worry. He doesn't mind." I was riding her for quite sometime when she started cumming as I watched her I started as well. My balls tightened and I said "This is it I'm cumming. You like that don't you." She just kept saying "Yes! Yes!" and groaning and then she came she sought of held her breath for ages as I shot my load deep into her. There was loads of the stuff – well she had me hot all night. Then she let out this almighty sigh and just fell limp. I remained hard and within 10 seconds she was at it again bucking at me and squeezing me. She just kept having orgasms. I kept going for about 5 minutes and shot my load again. This time I slipped out of her and we lay next to each other." "She is a great fuck and I know. I've had a few." He had finished his story. I lay there and I was getting a hard on at the thought of the two of them. "You said you fucked her again?" I challenged an dhe responded without hesitation. "Yeh we were talking for about 45 minutes and I started feeling randy again. As she lay I moved up and started rubbing the end of my cock on her nipples. Well I'm telling you now she loves it. As I was doing it she started fingering herself. Sticking her fingers and rubbing her clit. As the slippy pre-cum oozed onto her nipples and breasts I moved my cock toward her jaw. She knew what I wanted. Still fingering herself she gripped my cock and then started licking the end. It was heaven I had my hands either side of her head pressed on the floor. She completely controlled how it went in and nibble on it sending shivers up my spine. I said "I'm cumming" and she moaned from the depths of her throat as she sucked. I was going to pull out and shoot somewhere else but she wouldn't let me she gripped me with one hand in complete control while masturbating herself and then I came. She sucked and drank the lot and came at the same time with soft sensual cooing sounds." "You must be dry as a bone." I said with a hint of sarcasm. "You're right actually. Have you got some water?" He missed the point. "No I meant your bollocks!" I corrected him. He shrugged an assent. "What about the last time then?" Hu continued with his tale. "Well we could see it was getting light and we both needed sleep so I said I better get back to yours. She pleaded for one last fuck for the road. I got her on her knees leaning on the settee and gave her it from behind really deep and with long strokes. She climaxed before me but I followed up with another cunt full for good measure. It was superb we kissed on the door step but I could hear Sam moving upstairs so thought I'd better make a move." He then said. "What am I going to do? Sally will kill me." Sally was his partner of two years. At least he had a conscience in there somewhere. I had a hard on which I concealed as best I could. "Get yourself some sleep and see what happens but keep your mouth shut especially to them in there." I advised. He patted me on the shoulder and said. "Thanks mate you're a good'n." He went to his bed and I rolled on my back making a tent with the covers. I cannot tell a lie I had a wank and still felt guilty because it was about Sams Wife. Beth ++++ I was quite naive when I met Sam. I'd wanked guys off usually when I went out with other girlfriends and often held it with a handkerchief. I knew how to masturbate myself as, when we were younger and on holidays with the girls, we would have competitions to see who could cum first. Even so I never took that final step of full sex, until Sam. He was great, talked to me, made me laugh and charmed me. When we experimented with sex I was usually willing, unless it was something I did not like, which I refused to do and he never minded, anal sex for one. I love him but don't mind experimenting and it really turns us both on. He would get me to masturbate at my desk at the office, which I did and I would often cum. Sometimes I would have to go to the Ladies and do it in a cubicle. Once I was doing it and on the point of cumming when I was approached by an old manager who started discussing a file. He had a deep and sexy voice and I just knew he would have had a big cock. As he talked these thoughts went through my mind and I squirmed in the seat. I must have been pulling faces as he asked if I was "OK" as I came. I gasped "Yes – just a female complaint". Complaint? There was no complaint from me it was wonderful and I never looked at him in the same way, even if he was old enough to be my father, at least. Sam was always getting me to flirt or expose myself in pubs, clubs, the office, anywhere. When I did it was always 'innocently' never brazenly. I love him and I love exciting him because it excites me. Being sexy or watching sex has always got me going. We used to have parties and sexy things happened. I had a friend called Kelly, her husband worked with Sam and she had a neighbour called Kelly. To distinguish them my Kelly was Kelly1 the other was Kelly2. Kelly1 was smallish Kelly2 was tall about my height. They both had good figures and auburn hair. I didn't really know a lot about Kelly2 except that she lived nearby but when I got to talk to her I found her quite fun, so did a number of the guys. The party was in full swing and people dancing, talking or 'making out' in the living room, in the garden or dining area which was in subdued light as was the kitchen. Kelly2 took a particular liking to Ed one of Robs friends who was unattached and quite a bit younger that Kelly2 at 22 year old. Ed was fit and lean with blonde hair and handsome features. Kelly2 approached me and Kelly1 asking about him and if we could get Jim out of the way for a while, so she could work on him. Kelly1 checked and Jim was talking in the garden. Kelly2 was with Ed in no time at all. I think their attraction was mutual and had been going on all night. They started dancing in the Dining Room and Kelly2. myself, Rob, Mick and Ralph all stood on guard for them. AS the night wore on Kelly2 and ED were deeply kissing on in the Dining Room and then decided to get somewhere more private so they went to the Kitchen. The Kitchen and Dining Room were separate laid out in an 'L' shape but there was no adjoining door. We five guards moved to form a screen to the Kitchen as Ed and Kelly2 'made out'. We talked and laughed and occasionally looked over our shoulders were Ed was making great progress. Kelly2 was laid on the table with her dress around her middle and Ed had he black satin panties down. Her auburn bush and pink lips could be seen and his tongue running up and down her clitoris. The music was fairly loud so although she was obviously screaming with pleasure, from her facial expressions, she could hardly be heard above the din. Then Jim came in from the garden slightly worse for wear, looking for Kelly2 and headed towards us. He asked us if we knew where Kelly was and we covered for her. When he went towards the kitchen I stepped in and said "Sorry, cooks only!". He smiled a beery smile. He left and went off to the Living room. I checked behind me just in time to see Kelly2 with her feet on the table legs spread and Ed's purple headed cock position itself at the mouth of her cunt. It looked great. His cock was long and thin but the head as round and fat and moist. She bent her neck up to look just as he thrust in. He went in deep and then slid out and then in deeper. This went on a number of times his glistening pole, nailing her. I was getting really horny watching her. I dragged myself away as Jim returned howling drunken cries or 'pissy tears' as we call them. "I've lost her. Where is she? I know she's up to something." Kelly1s husband Ray who had been appraised of the situation stepped in and led Jim away to talk to him, man-to-man in the garden. Here was moaning and grunting discernable from behind. We all turned as Kelly2 lay gripping Ed's arse as he thrust his spunking prick into her. Their faces wee so intense as they clung to each other. They breathed into each others mouths as if performing the first step of mutual CPR. I was wet and wished it was me on the table. We looked at each other in various degrees of embarrassment giggled then turned away. Jim came round the corner and said. "Tell them to get a move on. I can't keep him away indefinitely and went back to the garden." I turned and found Kelly2 sucking Ed's cock. She knelt before him they were now sideways on. What a turn on. Her cheek was hollow were she was sucking with such force. His cock was hard again and she had her hands around it, occasionally it would poke her cheek making it bulge. I whispered hoarsely. "Kelly, get a move on Jim said he can't stall him much longer." She raised her left hand in the air, then removed the cock and said. "Neither can I" and resumed, pointing a finger at Ed. At that Ed's hands went either side of her head as he started to buck into her, she managed it well, and wanking him faster until ..... He started shooting, exploding in her mouth. She smoothly sucked and swallowed, gulping it down. He was shaking. I heard Ray in the distance deliberately shouting; announcing Jim was on his way. "Kelly?" I whispered with urgency. They separated and quickly and coolly dressed. Ed walked through us smiling and Kelly2 joined us. She turned to me and said "I had to swallow it I couldn't risk the mess on my new clothes," and laughed. I thought "You better have a panty liner in then!" When Jim walked in she was talking casually and then shouted to him. "Where have you been? I've been looking all over." He smiled but was too far gone to be bothered. I was certainly given several lessons in that encounter not least how to stay cool. Later Kelly1 was dancing with Ed and I thought she hadn't missed a trick either. Later when I relayed the tale to Sam he would say "and how did you feel?" I just place his hand in my soaking wet vagina. He then said things like "Did you enjoy it?" which I replied "Yes.", "Does he have a big cock?", "Yes". "Where you envious?". Again "Yes", "Would you have liked to be in her place?", "Ohhhh! Mmmmm!" and that would be it I'd role over and have to have his cock in me. On Rob's birthday I had decided. If I get the chance. I'll go for it. Whatever the consequences. It was so sexy. I couldn't believe it when Sam passed out and all the other girls left. I was like a child in a candy shop. I could smell the testosterone and I liked it. They're a great bunch of lads all of them sweet in their own way and although they may not all be oil paintings they have endearing qualities never the less. I just can't believe I went through with it, but I can guarantee it won't be the last time. After Steve had left, I was tired and aching but in a sexy way. Sam was moving around upstairs so I switched of the lights locked the front door and went upstairs. I had just had one hell of night which culminated with me having great sex. Sam had been asking me to be more sexually adventurous, although I never had a problem with him, but if I'd have known what it could feel like I would have done it years ago. I got to the bedroom and started undressing. Sam was asleep and I went for a shower. I stripped off my panties which were well soiled and dropped them and my other clothes in the wash basket. I had Steve's sperm still running down the inside of my legs and Jonno's dried on my stomach. I ran my hands down my naked body. I considered not showering so that Sam could have a good feel but decided against it, just in case he got jealous and it made things worse. I climbed into the shower and got myself clean. When I dried off I put on a white T-shirt and powder blue lycra panties. Sam was dead to the world again and I went to sleep. Later that day we both woke and Sam turned to me and asked if I'd had a good night. I said "A good night!" emphasising the 'good'. It was if I'd started massaging his cock it stood up like a flag pole (but not as bug unfortunately). "Why what did I miss?" He said. "Nothing much." I lied. "Just a few party games." "What games?" "Spin the bottle. Truth or Dare." "And ...?" "Well I won a couple of times and I lost a couple of times." I carried on teasing him for some time in this manner but wasn't sure how much I should tell him. It's one thing to say you want your wife to get fucked, it's quite another to accept that it's happened. I'd read the "Agony Aunt" columns in the Sunday newspapers. Eventually I decided not to tell him about Steve and just gauge how he would react to the rest. So I told him about what happened in Rob's house but not about later with Steve. He really warmed up to what I did tell him and we made love all the rest of the day and night, eating in bed and sleeping occasionally. It was great with Steve but I hadn't wanted to go that far at first. In fact during the night I deliberately didn't pick him for any of the prizes or forfeits. As the night wore on I felt less in control and just wanted to have sex and he was the best looking and I could see he was hard so went for it. Pure animal instinct. I knew Rob wouldn't because he is too loyal to Sam, whereas the others don't know Sam as well. Rob is a true friend, the rest are more of acquaintances. Anyway I don't think it is something I'll be doing again, I want to stay marries to Sam. I just hope the lads can be discrete particularly Steve. I was in the fairly deserted office on the Monday after the weekend and did feel guilty about not confiding the whole truth to Sam. We didn't see anybody for the rest of the weekend so there wasn't the chance to be embarrassed by anybody. We were going out on Friday night to a concert in the park, were most of the gang would be. I then remembered that Sam and Rob were going to the pub on Wednesday night when I hoped my indiscretions would not be mentioned. The phone rang. It was Sam. "Hi you sexy little Mamma. How're you today?" Though somewhat guilty, I still started getting sexually aroused at his voice, at the subtle sexual undertones that I recognised. "I'm fine." I said crossing my legs and squeezing myself. He continued. "What are you feeling?" "I was quite cold but am starting to warm up." "What are you wearing?" Sam had left the house before I got dressed as he started work earlier. I hadn't really dressed up as I was distracted by feelings of guilt. I was wearing black trousers, smart but hardly dressy, and a black polo necked sweater. On my feet were black leather ankle boots with a 2" heel. I always liked to wear nice underwear and had a black embroidered push-up front loader bra that made my breasts stand out proudly and black high sided cotton briefs. Friendly Dilemma Ch. 02 Authors Note: Thanks to everyone for the comments and encouragement it is much appreciated. I have definitely adopted some of the ideas proffered; even using a few of the abusive comments, within the text. I haven't used every idea, as it would change the story too much, you can't please all the people all the time, though some of these observations and ideas may be used in future stories. What I would like to say is that I write the stories to give pleasure and I hope you enjoy. Thanks again. Bill. Sam +++ Rob and I had a rollicking good time at the pub and I didn't even get that drunk. When I got home Beth was still awake, reading. I stripped to my underpants, brushed my teeth and gargled, hopefully taking the smell of booze, off my breath. I climbed into bed and had a quick look under the duvet to see Beth was wearing only red lacy bra and panties, which immediately made my cock twitch. I snuggled up to her, pressing my cock into her hip, always a signal for impending action. "Ooooh! You're cold." She shivered. "Let me warm you up." She put her book down and put both arms around me, then rubbed my arms, and legs. My cock pressed up against her, and we kissed deeply our tongues teasing each other, as we groaned into each others, open mouths. I wrapped my arms around her and slid my hands up and down her back. I could feel the light downy hair and goose bumps at the base of her spine. I then slipped my hand into her bra and squeezed her nipple gently. This always drove her wild. Her breath quickened as her legs gripped my thighs and she began dry humping my leg. I kissed her neck and shoulder and breasts. I then undid her front loading bra and un-cupped those firm orbs, kissing and squeezing her nipples, in equal measure. "Do you like that?" I asked, knowing the answer. She said "Yes" as I pressed my thigh into her humping mound." Ohhh Yes! You know I do." Groans filled the air as I slid my hand under her red, satin panties, through the light golden hair, covering her moist cunt. I slid a finger down her slit, pressing her clitoris then moved down to her damp opening, to lubricate my fingers. I groaned as I reached my goal. "You're so wet." "Mmmmmm. That's because I've been waiting for this all night." She replied sighing and opened her legs wider, to ease my access. I obliged by slipping another finger into her. "Why didn't you call someone over?" I said in a mischievous way, returning to a familiar theme, that always got us going. Although Beth was a virgin when we met, I always wanted her to be more sexually adventurous. It turned us both on. "If you had, that would be his sperm I am feeling right now." Saying this made my cock twitch and I groaned. "Oooooh!" She groaned lustily in response, then held her breath momentarily, as I massaged her, before gasping. "How do you know I didn't?" she exhaled, unevenly. This drove me wild and I was as stiff as an iron bar. I groaned and began to shake with sexual excitement. Talk like this, she knew, always got me aroused. "Did he have a big cock?" I asked repositioning my leaking cock on her thigh. I asked this probably because, like a lot of men, I had an inferiority complex about my own member. I think watching porn films doesn't help, especially when a guy's prick extends past their belly button. I had had no complaints from girls I'd made love to and certainly not from Beth, but it always seemed a better fantasy, with a big cock involved. "Oh yes! Massive! It really stretched me. Much bigger than yours." I knew it was only fantasy, but she was so good at it. In the height of sexual arousal, I wished it was for real. "I wish it WAS true and you were full of another man's cum." I worked harder on her clitoris as her head tossed from side to side. "I would just love it!" "Would you ... ugh ...would you REALLY. Ooooh!" She jerked and began to cum over my hand, I sucked her nipples deeper and deeper as my hand frigged her. "Oh yes, yes. Steve Ohhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" That was it, she mentioned a name and that always sent me over the top. I started to get the feeling, of impending ejaculation. "Oh God! I'm going to cum." I shouted. "No! No!" She pressed me back away from her to prevent any contact, then pulled her panties down and off and bent her knees. "Inside me, quickly come on. Please don't waste it." I got on my knees, positioning my cock at the entrance to her cunt, as she gripped the bed sheets with both hands. Her wet cunt lips opened and I thrust deeply and sloppily into her. "Oh Yes! Yes! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her head rolled from sided to side. Her long blonde hair fanned out across the pillow case. I pressed myself up on my hands and looked down at were our bodies joined. My black pubic hair entwined with her blonde mot. I watched my cock as I retracted then thrust back in like a well oiled piston, on an engine. My eyes travelled over her flat stomach, covered with her soft white skin to her rib cage, then her breasts, which quivered but stayed firm, her brown nipples pointing at my chest. I kept thrusting but managed to prevent myself cumming, by the distraction of this sight-seeing tour of her body. She was beautiful. Her long neck and ..... face, with it's pained expression, lost in concentration. She looked me in the eyes. "Oh Steve, yes, again, again, deeper..." The little minx I couldn't hold back, I began pumping in and out with my hips, as she smiled. "Would you like that? With Steve? Would you like his cock pushing into me, thrusting and cumming? Fucking me?" "Oh God Yes! Yes." She started cumming. "Ohhh Wel .... he has. He has!" I started the final thrusts. "He has what? Steve?" I demanded. "Say it! Say it!" "Steve's fucked me. Ohh Yes!" She bucked hard back and started another orgasm. "Steve's fucked me and he filled me with ooooooh ..... his cum. Oh God!" I was in ecstasy and shooting, what seemed like bucket loads of cum into her. "Oh Yes! Fuck me!" She cried. I felt fantastic and drained, all through my body. She came again her head flung back, her blonde hair all over her pillow, her eyes screwed shut, as her moist full lips pealed back, just revealing her gritted, even teeth. She was perfect and I loved her. We lay in the afterglow, locked in the same positions. She stroked my back and I lifted my face toward hers. "You're beautiful and the most fantastic wife a man could have." She looked distant. "I love you." "I love you, too!" She replied and passed her wet, pink tongue over her lips. There was an extended pause, as our breathing recovered. "Are you angry?" I turned my head towards her. She had her head on my shoulder and my arm was wrapped around hers. "What for? Why should I be?" "For telling you about me and Steve." She said shyly. She could act coy so well. "No. Not at all." I kissed her on the forehead to reassure her. "I've wanted this for ages and you've made my dreams come true." She still looked distant. "I'm glad it is out in the open and that you're not upset." She sighed with relief. She was a really talented actress. I loved the way she kept up the pretence. I gave her a kiss and she said. "Do you still love me?" "More than ever." She smiled. We cuddled together and kissed. I drew away then laughed and said. "Don't worry. You can stop pretending. Rob told me everything and he said you did nothing." She looked angry. "You don't believe me?" She asked infuriated, then insisted, forcefully. "I - slept - with - Steve." I looked at her quizzically. "When was this then?" I could not believe this, but knew I had to pursue it. "On Saturday morning, after the party." She looked sincere. "Steve came back here and we had sex downstairs." My heart was thumping and I was shaking, not with anger, but sexual excitement, I could not speak. "You've been asking me to be more adventurous, for ages." She looked down. "Well I have been." My mouth was open but I couldn't respond. I must have looked ridiculous, imitating a goldfish. She looked into my eyes, sadly. "I'm so sorry." She paused. "What now?" I lay back on the pillow and exhaled slowly and unevenly. I felt as if I had been slapped in the face. My head was reeling. My voice returned. I couldn't comprehend what I had just heard. Something I had desired for so long had happened, I couldn't believe it. "Are you serious? You let Steve fuck you?" I was full of disbelief, though I wanted her to say, both "yes" and "no" for totally different and selfish reasons. She nodded her head, shamefully. "Do you love him?" I know - it's not the reaction I expected from myself, but insecurity fills you. "No. Of course not." She moved closer and embraced me. "I love only you." I tried to bring my breathing under control. I felt marginally reassured. "Are you going to see him again?" "No I am not!" She nuzzled into my neck. "I was drunk and horny and did it for you...." She paused. "...and me but when I came to bed I felt too ashamed to tell you about it." I was peeved now. It was like having a split personality, part of me was insecure and concerned for our relationship and part of me was aroused and annoyed I had missed out on the experience. It was my fault I should never have encouraged her to test our marriage like this. What if she liked it and got sick of me? Selfish bastard I know but I really love her. I felt sick. "I do love you. You know that?" She ran her hand down my cheek, as I lay with my hands behind my head, considering the future. I guess I had wanted her to have sex with somebody and then for them to disappear, so that it would not affect our lives. Reality is a different matter. To have had sex and with one of our friends, it was awkward. I was going to look a right dick, with my friends. Then I got angry, Beth was going to seem a real slut to our friends. A thought suddenly struck me. "What about Rob, did he know?" She pulled back slightly. "He knew Steve came over, but I don't think he knows what happened." She lay alongside me now, defensively. "Unless Steve told him." I felt a sense of betrayal. "He never said." She leaned up on one elbow. "Now listen here." She nudged me in the side, so that I looked at her. "I'm not having any of this. Rob is a great friend to you and if he was er .. discreet it'll have been more out of friendship for both of us, than for any other reason. Just remember it was you that suggested all this in the first place. I was a virgin when I met you. The sex life I've had you've taught me." This was true and I was reassured regarding Rob. "You're right. I know." I looked intently at her. "I just don't want to lose you or our friends, particularly Rob. I don't know Steve that well! But I also don't want to look a dick in front of them, or them thinking you're a slut." She was hurt by that. "Look it was stupid and I was drunk, they know that it wasn't normal for me. What's done is done and if they choose to believe I'm a slut, there is nothing I can do about it, except if they treat me like one, in which case they'll soon regret it. All I care about is us. Let's forget it happened and put it behind us." She implored. "I have no intention of leaving you and it'll never happen again. I promise. It was a mistake." Now more reassured, my alter ego cut back in. It had happened, that was a fact, so we might as well get some pleasure out of it, as was intended. It was sexy and I started getting a reaction down below. Why forget about it. I leaned in toward Beth and said. "Now look don't be hasty." She seemed surprised, as my hand moved to her breast. "We should at least get some enjoyment from this." "Er ... what sort of enjoyment?" She stretched languidly and smiling, opened her mouth to receive mine. We kissed deeply, playing with each others tongue. I pulled my head back. "Well you could start by telling me what happened..... in detail." I placed my face alongside hers and nibbled her neck, she flinched, ticklish. "But aren't you jealous? Knowing another man has had his cock in me." She whispered into my ear, as she placed my hand between her thighs. My cum oozed out of her, onto my fingers. "That could have been Steve's." I let out an involuntary moan. Rigid, I pressed against her body, panting into her neck as I ran the slime between my fingers and imagined it belonged to Steve. I had to be in her. I rolled her onto her front and asked her to kneel. I parted her legs and gripped my cock, then pushed my purple cock head between her wet cunt lips. I slid in and heard the sucking sound and Beth groan. I held her waist, her long blonde hair hung down her back and sides of her head hiding her face. I thrust deep, in and out and almost laughed as the sucking sounds got faster. I was in ecstasy, imagining following a guy, after he had fucked my beautiful wife. "Oh come on! Yes yes." I was like a man possessed. Beth was emitting muffled cries. I started to come again. "Oh Beth I love you. Oh yes fuck me." She pushed back into me. She turned her head and said. "Lay on your back." She grunted as I thrust in." I want to sit on you." I slipped out and lay on my back. She straddled me then slowly slipped down my greasy pole, devouring it. Her hands were spanning my hairy stomach. Her eyes rolled upward, my cock was stiff and we resumed, from where we left off. "Would you like this to be somebody else, sliding into me?" "Oh yes ..... please." "You're not really upset ARE you?" "No." All insecurities forgotten. "Would you like them to come in me?" She stopped and looked at me. "Like Steve did." We played this game regularly but now it had a new edge. New tension. New excitement. She bucked her hips back and forth faster and faster, her flat stomach, rippling with the motion. "Oh yes, yes, yes!" I roared. She was hot and so was I, thinking just what it would be like, if she was really slutty and I had to follow someone in her hot, wet, love hole. At the height of passion, as I was laid on my back and she rode my cock, I made her promise, that if she ever got the opportunity to fuck a guy, any guy, she would take it and tell me all about it. "I'll promise but only on one, or two, conditions." She was enjoying this as she continued to bounce up and down. So was I. "Go on." I almost pleaded, teetering on the brink of ejaculation. Just talking about the deal turned me on. "I never want you to do it. I couldn't stand to share you. I am too jealous. You must promise." "I promise, I promise." I nodded eagerly. "What else?" "I have the choice. It's only if I want to." Well I couldn't argue with that. This had to be consensual, it is her body. "Of course." I responded, just managing to hold back. She leaned back stretching my cock and screamed. "I promise, I promise. Ooooh!" then bent forward over me her long blonde hair dropping over my face. "I promiseeee." She came again as I shot my load again. She kissed me and said. "I love you, so much. But if I get the chance I'll fuck someone else and let them cum in me." She slumped in my arms breathing heavily in my ear as I lay grinning and that's how we went to sleep. Beth ++++ It was Friday morning and I woke up feeling so sexy. Sam had been worked up all day yesterday and was very demanding last night, asking me if I would keep the promise. I said, "Yes, I promise." He loved this talk which he regarded as 'dirty' talk. It felt so good that the Steve incident was now out in the open, though we never got round to talk about Rico or what had happened with the other lads, but that would probably come later. Our relationship was so sexually charged, Sam couldn't get enough of it and neither could I. Sam had left for work and I would be leaving shortly. Today I was at a training session in London, which meant I would drive to the railway station, park up and commute, using train and tube, to get to the location of the training company. The guilt that I had felt earlier in the week had completely gone, even when I thought of what I had done. I had been a randy slut, wanking Jonno and messing with Ken, fucking and sucking Steve three times and sucking Rico off while he slept, it was outrageous. I had told Sam the main part, having sex with Steve, even if Rob had tried to cover for me. Rob was so nice to try and I assured Sam of Rob's best intentions. Well now Sam made me promise to get fucked and if I got the offer and liked the guy, I was going to do it and serve it on a plate for Sam. He wanted it and I wasn't objecting. What was the chance though? Plenty! If past propositions were anything to go by. I showered and sat on the bed naked, drying my hair, this was always a time consuming task, as it was so long. When I had finished I stood in front of the mirrored wardrobes. My hair hung down over my shoulder and onto my breasts. My brown nipples poked through my hair, like two old English sheep dogs noses, except not as big. My breasts were firm and a reasonable size. I was slim and had a flat stomach that ran down to my blonde, wispy pubic hair, which I had trimmed last week. I looked at my legs, which I was always getting positive comments about. Although I'd been a runner, they were not too muscular. I turned and looked behind me, my bottom was slightly wide, but not fat. All in all I was quite pleased with myself. I sprayed with Chanel Number 5, then went to my underwear draw to choose and thought "I'm so horny - I'll give someone a treat today!". I felt wicked. I decided upon a pink and flowered, silk underwear set from Victoria's Secret, that were almost see-through. The bra was half cup and the panties of the string variety at the sides, they clung tightly but not uncomfortably to me – in fact it felt as if I wasn't wearing any. I decided upon black hold-ups, as a garter belt would be too bulky and black knee length boots of the softest leather, which shaped my calves and ankles. I slipped on a black mini skirt and white blouse. Finally, I put on my three quarter length, black and white check, wool jacket. There was a slit up the back of the jacket which started mid-thigh. I checked the mirror and once again approved. I arrived at the railway station at eight and boarded the ten past eight train. It was so full, people crammed together. This was perfectly acceptable and happened everyday. I was wedged between a number of male commuters, who must have been getting a thrill. I felt the occasional hand slide down my side or butt. When the train jerked, the guy behind pressed up against me. I was really in the mood and pressed my bottom on to him 'innocently'. I turned, he was quite attractive, I apologised and he smiled and said "Think nothing of it." I smiled and turned away. This jerking onto him happened for a few more stations until more people moved off and on and we were separated. Next time I looked behind, there was an overweight woman with large spectacles perched on the end of her nose, intently reading a novel, it just wasn't the same. As we stopped at more stations the crowd dispersed and I managed to get a seat next to an old boy doing the Times crossword. I was on the edge of the seat. There were still people standing but fewer of them. One guy was standing to my side and when I turned, his cock was at my nose height. He had one hand holding the luggage rack and the other in his khaki trouser pocket. I could see the shape of his cock and he knew. I looked up at his face, he just smiled. "Smug bastard", I thought. A man in a bowler hat with long overcoat and umbrella stood reading the Telegraph, in the aisle directly in front of me, when I looked past him, through the standing passengers, I just caught a young man craning his neck and peering at my legs and skirt. I opened my legs casually and got a real thrill from him staring. His newspaper was on his lap and he fumbled about with his hand below. I bent forward and pulled on the top of my left boot, as if it was falling down and he got a full flash between my legs. I looked him in the eyes and he went cherry red and looked away. For the rest of the journey his eyes darted, furtively to and from my legs. Then we arrived at London Euston Railway Station, where we all had to disembark. Friendly Dilemma Ch. 02 We spilled from the train and headed for our various destinations. I had to go down to the tube and again tackle the crowds. I walked as briskly as possible and managed to squeeze onto a tube train. I saw through the crowd, seated one seat away from where I was standing, the young guy from the train and he had seen me. He was looking furtively at my legs again. I was surrounded by men in overcoats. I turned and reached for the overhead grip to steady myself, even though I was fairly tightly held by all the bodies, in such close proximity. As I did so, I felt a hand slip from behind my back to the front of my coat and fondle my right breast. I couldn't see who it was but didn't react, it squeezed and then withdrew. At another station we had to crush even further into the train, and it really was difficult to move, I was being pressed on all sides. Then I felt it; the unmistakable presence of a hand gliding up and down my stockings, on the inside of my thighs. The arm must have come through the slit in my coat. I could not see who it was but felt sure it was the young guy. I wondered if I should slam my thighs shut to trap whoever it was. Instead I parted my legs as much as I could, in the confined space and the perpetrator ventured further over my stocking tops and skin of my thigh, to my panties. What a situation? On public transport, surrounded on all sides by men, young, old, fat and thin, good looking, ugly, thrusting against me, having had my breast fondled and my vagina felt, I was wet. The finger moving from the back and up, pushed my panties between my labial lips, then slid back and forth. I was definitely aroused and breathless. Then the hand withdrew, as the crowd dissipated and the train arrived at a station. So quickly and frustratingly it seemed, the carriage emptied. I never managed to see who had been molesting me. I sat down until it was my stop, then headed for the exit, a warm glow in my loins. +++++++++ The training company was only 200 yards from the station and I was on time, as the course started at nine thirty. When I arrived I was ushered into a room where breakfast tea and coffees were being served. I looked around at the other attendees and instructors wearing name badges. The other, mainly male attendees, either milled around as if distracted or talked to one another, especially if they were from the same organisation. The instructors talked to each other whilst looking to engage with their future trainees. I recognised one of the instructors from a previous training course, and smiled, that was enough encouragement he needed, he smiled and came over. His name was Gary. He was slightly smaller than I and was thin and bespectacled, with a large pointed nose. He wore a grey suit, white shirt and red patterned tie. "May I take your coat, er ... Beth isn't it?" I unbuttoned my coat and slipped it off my shoulders, into his waiting hands. I couldn't help but notice a reaction among the mostly male room, as heads turned toward me. Within a short time another two instructors, Mike and Dave had joined us, and proceeded to interrogate me regarding my learning goals. Mike was Italian looking, and very suave, with black hair and deep brown eyes. Dave was almost the opposite looking more Swedish, with blonde hair and blue eyes. We chatted for a few minutes until Mike, who looked to be their boss, apologised to me but said the training course must start. They disappeared, into the training room. Stood alone, I was approached by an older man Bob, chatting about the changeable weather and asking if I had come far. He was also alone and believe it or not for his age, 63, was attending his first training course. We laughed about this but more to relieve his nerves. He seemed nice and we continued in polite conversation, until we were asked to take our places. The room was set out theatre style, with two rows of chairs forming a semi circle facing a screen. There were two aisles which separated the chairs into three banks. The trainers were all equipped with lapel mikes and there were facilities for writing and drawing diagrams. I sat in the second row, middle bank next to the right aisle. Bob sat next to me on my left. As the room filled and the chairs became occupied, the occasional man would turn round to adjust his chair, but ostensibly to view my legs. This started to warm me again. Dave was instructing but the training was boring, largely because it was dealing with what I already knew. My mind drifted. I thought about Sam, the tube journey and the fact that we were partying again tonight. I thought of Steve "Hmmm ... I don't think so ... not again." I must have been talking out loud as Dave the instructor said. "Sorry Beth, did you say something." He was staring at me, jolting me out of my thoughts. I blushed but recovered composure. "Oh sorry! No just thinking out loud." "Oh! Ok!" He continued from where he had stopped. What that little diversion had done was taken a few people's attention away from Dave and diverted it to me. My legs were crossed at the ankles and stretched into the aisle and one or two, maybe more, heads were flicking sideways glances at them. The people on the right side bank of chairs, needed only to move their heads slightly to look at me, and one or two were. I thought I'd have a bit of fun. I dropped my pen and bent my knees to pick it up, legs ever so slightly open, exposing myself. This turned heads and I noticed two guys taking a good deal of interest. One was young, nice looking with a lot of facial hair, wearing jeans and T-shirt, the other was older, reasonable looking, in a blue pin-striped suit. As they stared I thought. "Is it the rain? These sickos are spreading like Dandelions". Well so be it. I stayed down longer than necessary and smiled pleasantly at them both, then sat back down. The young one smiled back and the other blushed and turned back to the presentation. The instructor had reached the end of his particular section and handed over to Mike. I turned slightly and caught Bob staring at my legs. He must have noticed as he looked at me and said in explanation. "I was just admiring your boots. The leather looks so soft." He pointed to them. "But don't you find it difficult to walk, in those heels?" "Thank you." I acknowledged pleasantly, then smiling said. "Ah! That's a skill gained through years of practice. A little like this subject matter." "I see. You already know it all, do you? I noticed you looked bored." "Well certainly the first section. We'll see what the next section brings." "Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I'm Mike Delaney." He started his presentation but unfortunately 5 minutes in, I realised I knew this subject matter also. It had been Human Resources that had booked me into this course as part of my personnel development, so I shouldn't complain but I did know the first two sections. At least I would receive a certificate and Career Development Points, so I would persevere. I looked back to the seats to my right. Everyone seemed to be concentrating on the lecture. I stretched my legs out, into the aisle once more and felt my skirt ride up slightly. Bob adjusted the paperwork that covered his lap and both his hands folded over his crotch. I noticed that my stocking top on his side could be seen quite easily and I'm sure he was getting a good eyeful. I crossed my ankles and squeezed my thighs together and ran my hands down my sides and thighs. I enjoyed a little lazy thrill. Mike lectured but let his eyes linger just slightly too long at my legs and I could read what was on his mind. I opened my legs 'accidentally' so he could get an unobstructed view, for a couple of seconds. It was enough to make him lose his thread and start babbling. I smiled wickedly. My mind wondered about tonight. I would have to consider what to wear. I was thinking if my long brown ball gown, with the low front and side split. It was a dinner party and dance celebrating the men's hockey team winning last years challenge cup. Although Sam and most of his friends had not actively participated in the playing, they had contributed funds and time to keep the club financially afloat. This dress would set the tone; I was dressed for a dinner dance not sex. Steve although nice, was definitely out of luck, tonight. I did not want a situation that could be misconstrued as a serious relationship. I know I had had sex with him and enjoyed it but that was it, no more. I was brought back to the training session, as once again the instructor changed from Mike to Dave, but first we had a break for refreshments. I stretched and turned to Bob and caught him staring at my breasts this time. He smiled. "Cocky old bugger." I thought. I smiled back and asked if he was set for a break. "I sure am." He began to stand. "I was getting slightly lost at the end. I think I need some coffee to wake me up." He placed his training pack on his chair and following the allure of the coffee aroma, we moved out to the lounge area. I led the way and after getting my cappuccino from the machine sat at a low table on a bucket seat. It had high arms, which surrounded you on three sides, with a low seat and was covered in bright orange wool, corporate colours. Bob came and positioned himself opposite. I didn't even need to look to know he was checking out my legs or breasts again, but full on, he was in a much more advantageous viewing position. I looked up, he was. He looked as if he had been caught with his fingers in the honey pot, but managed to bluster. "Lovely outfit you're wearing. You could be a model." He was brick red though his comment gave him the opportunity to look up my skirt again. I decided to ease his embarrassment. "Why thank you. Much appreciated." I pulled my hem down as far as I could but the gap between my thighs and the way I had to sit forward because of the shape of the chair, probably meant he still had a full view of my panties. I looked at the clock and it was eleven o'clock. The day was dragging. We were approached by Mike who seemed in an awful rush to engage us in conversation. He stood beside Bob and asked how I was finding the course, had the content proved manageable. All the while his eyes switched between my blouse and legs. I riled at his comment and I spat back that it had proved totally unnecessary and a waste of time, as I could manage it with my eyes closed. I placed my folder in my lap and folded my arms over my breasts which appeared to end Mike's interest as he moved to other attendees. Much to Bob's merriment. "Well." He said. "You certainly put that patronising prat in his place." "Some people just need it." I said and we both laughed. Much of the rest of the course covered new territory for me so I had more to concentrate on. Bob never bothered me further as I was too busy, anyway he'd had his little show, but we did exchange cards as we were in similar occupations and he was good company. The course finished at three and I made my way to the tube and arrived at Euston station at three twenty. +++++++++ I bought a magazine to read on the train which arrived on time, at three thirty and I was ensconced in my seat at three thirty five, ready for home. I switched on my mobile phone, to check if there were any missed calls. There were three. One from Kath, Rob's wife, one from Sam and one from Rico. I returned Sam's call first. "Hello, Sam Trent here." He responded. "Hi love, it's me. I'm on the train, returning your call." I looked around the coach but it was deserted except for one man sleeping, in a seat across the aisle, the smell of alcohol wafted over to me. "Well hel-lo." He said with a wicked edge to his voice. "If it isn't my naughty lover." "Me? Naughty? Not really." I responded. "What can I do for you mister?" "Just checking, to see if you have anything to report." "Oh! Nothing much." I put the phone closer to my mouth and lowered my voice. "Unless you call having my breast and crotch felt, on the tube, or being ogled by half the class, anything." "Really? You little minx. But who can blame them. I'll need to relieve myself now." "Don't you dare. Save all that, for me for tonight." I reproached him. "Oh there's plenty don't worry. Have you had a good day?" "Boring early this morning, but it picked up later. How about you?" "Not too bad. I've got some news that you might be interested in later." I waited for more but it never came. "You can't say that and not tell me!" I hated being kept in suspense. "Be patient all will be revealed. Anyway must go now, call on the other line. Glad you're OK. Take care and see you when I get home." With that, he hung up. I was mildly annoyed but smiled at being teased by Sam, I really love him. The guy opposite grunted as he shuffled in his seat. I rang Rico next as I was curious what he might want, he may have got a job. "'Ello Rico speaking." His thick east European accent, intoned. "Hi Rico, it's me Beth. I'm returning your call, is everything OK?" I kept it light and happy. "Ahhh! Beth, Princess. I am so happy to talk with you." He paused. "I am also very sad and ashamed, when you visit me." "Why?" "I did a bad thing." I went to interject but he stopped me. "Please ...please let me say. I was drunk and I fall asleep on you. This is bad. Very bad." "No not at all..."He interrupted again. "Please Princess let me finish." He coughed as if embarrassed. "That is not all. I also dreamed bad thoughts of you and disgraced myself, in my pants." I didn't know what to think. Was he talking about what I did to him or had he shit his pants, after I left? "I'm sure you did not disgrace yourself." Then I added, just in case. "Certainly not, whilst I was there." I attempted to comfort him but he would have none of it. "I .. I did and I want to apologise." He took a deep breath. "I was so excited I spilt my .. er .." He searched for a word. " my seed in trousers. I am so sorry can you forgive me. I feel so bad as you help me so much." I was embarrassed and felt really guilty now. He hadn't done anything wrong, I had abused him but because he was unconscious and unaware, was blaming himself. "Look Rico." I pleaded with him. "Don't be silly it was not your fault, it could happen to anybody. "No is me." He was adamant. "I am sick pervert and do not deserve your friendship." What was I to do? Should I tell him that it was me or just let him go on believing he was some kind of pervert? It was a dilemma and I had to find a solution, hopefully which kept our friendship. "No no Rico listen you are not some sick pervert.." I had to shout him down as he protested. There was sustained grunting and movement from across the aisle, so I lowered my voice. "I am. I deserve punishment for the shame I have brought." He was so morose. "Listen please." When he mentioned punishment I knew I had to tell him the truth. "Please Rico believe me. I will explain what happened to you. Do not do anything hastily " I looked up warily toward the drunk opposite who was now staring intently his eyes unfocused and muttering something, under his breath. This was not the best time to explain the truth to Rico. "Rico, It's difficult to talk at the moment." I didn't want to do this in a train or by phone, it had to be face to face. "I'll come see you next week and explain everything. Please don't be depressed. You have done nothing wrong. Everything will be alright. You're not to blame." "You are so kind to me. I will be happy because you ask." He had brightened somewhat. "'Bye Rico. I'll see you next week." Thinking about his dishevelled look onher previous visit, I said. "I'll phone first and give you plenty of warning, before I arrive." "You are so lovely. Your husband is so fortunate. Goodbye." "I'll tell my husband. 'Bye until next week." I blew a friendly kiss down the phone and hung up. "Slut! Whore!" The drunk shouted aggressively, his face turning puce, as he pointed his finger at me. "Fucking around behind your husbands back. I know your sort with your skirts up your arse and your tits hanging out. You should be at home woman, taking care of your husband, not fucking around." This really shocked me and I looked for help. The carriage was empty. I could see through the glass door, into the next carriage, were there where people. I decided to make a move for it. As I slid toward the aisle, the drunk matched me, move for move. As I went to stand up, he got there first and stood over me. His bulging belly, hanging over his dirty jeans forced me, to sit back down, as he hurled more abuse. "You dirty slut, you deserve all you get." He reached for the zipper on his jeans and started to unzip. I turned and moved toward the window and felt his hand on my thigh. My skirt was in disarray as were the rest of my clothes, as he pawed at me. "You need to be taught a lesson, you dirty slut fuck." The smell was odious, alcohol mixed with sweat from weeks of not washing. I could feel his rough, dirty hands under my skirt and as he slurred his insults and drooled. I turned to look at him and could see the evil intent in his eyes. He struggled with his flaccid cock. His pustule filled crimson face, inflated and deflated as he poured out his venom. "You cheating slag. Do your sacred wedding vows mean nothing?" His mouth foamed and insane eyes rolled, as his torrent of abuse continued. "You're just like the sicko pervert shit eaters and molesters. God wants you punished and I have the instrument to do it." He gripped the inside of my thigh and it hurt. He clung to his filthy cock. My skirt was up around my waist and my panties on display as I struggled to get away. I was pinned back against the wall, one leg on the floor, one on the seat. "Oh yes God is on my side." He tried to wank as it flopped from side to side. He removed his hand from me as he gripped the base with one hand and stroked with the other, in what was, a fruitless gesture. I heard the carriage door slide open. He turned to look. I saw my chance and launched him with both my hands, and booted feet, back and over the table behind him. I rushed from the carriage leaving him prostrate, with his limp instrument of God, hanging out of his pants. I ran until I reached an attendant. I was shaking and struggled to get my words out. Eventually I managed it and reported the incident. The drunk was taken off at the next station but as I did not press charges, he was only inconvenienced, with a delayed journey, and not arrested. I got home and was really shaking still. I sat for a few minutes then had a whisky, which I never normally drink, to calm my nerves. This did the trick and relaxed me. I ran a bath, as I stripped. I looked down the inside of my thigh and could see the drunk's hand print in bruises. I climbed into the inviting bath. As I lay there, in the soft scented soap suds, I reflected on what had happened. The drunk had attacked me, for no reason, except he felt he had the right to judge and punish, what he thought I had done. His punishment meant either exposing himself to me or worse. I was so lucky. He was drunk and I was so much fitter than him. It could have been so much worse. What if he had been sober and stronger? Was it me? Had I encouraged him by dressing provocatively, did that give him a right? Had I no right to dress attractively just because I was married? This incident was a misunderstanding but what if I had been teasing him, a stranger? Who knows what would have happened. I shivered at the prospect. I would really have to be more aware and careful. I would certainly not be flashing strangers after this incident, it was too dangerous. There were too many deranged people out there. I picked up my mobile phone and returned Kath's call. Friendly Dilemma Ch. 02 Sam +++ I'm quite looking forward to tonight. It's always a good fun at hockey dances. The only problem will be Steve. I don't really know him or trust him and don't want him coming (ha! ha!) the superior bastard with me, just because he's fucked Beth. I can't explain it but I'm not some subservient cuckold, that I've read about in porn mags. Yes I get pleasure imagining Beth with another guy, but not being subjugated in anyway. I want her to enjoy it and tell me about it, so we can both enjoy it. I certainly don't want to lose her. For me it's just an extension of our sex, free love, being open and unfettered. Beth is the opposite; she definitely does not want to afford me a similar freedom. I can understand that in a way I guess and I do love her. I'll just have to enjoy sexual freedom through her experiences. I have some news for her tonight which will probably change everything anyway. I left work at four thirty and parked the car on the drive and walked into the house. Beth was upstairs having a bath. I crept up the stairs to give her a playful fright. The bathroom door was slightly open and some tranquil classical music was playing. An opened bottle of wine was sat near the sink, with a large glass removed. I entered quietly and was able to stand for several seconds, just looking down admiring her, as her head lay on the back of the bath, her eyes were shut. Her beautiful firm breasts just peaked above the water which had white bubbles supporting them. I moved and she suddenly flinched, startled and screamed. I laughed but then realised she had burst into tears and was holding her head. "What's wrong?" I said rushing to her side. "Sorry Beth. It's me Sam." She recovered realising it was me. I held her as she unburdened herself about the drunk on the train. "Oh I'm so sorry." I felt so guilty, because I had been encouraging her to be sexually adventurous and felt this had something to do with it and also for playing a silly prank. I could not let her know my feelings, I just had to offer TLC. "We don't have to go tonight if you're not up to it." I said. "What about the money you've paid?" She was so practical. "Fuck the money." I said. "It's you that's important." She sighed. "No. We'll go." She looked up at me. "Why should some stinking drunk ruin our night." "Well if you're Ok about it." I kissed her head and brought in a towel. She smiled and was back to her best. "I'm Ok." She punched me playfully, laughing. "But stop playing bloody stupid pranks on me - creeping up the stairs, you bastard!" She stood and I looked up and down her delightful, long, firm, body, as soap bubbles slithered down her shining skin. She flicked her hair, now coalescing forming like rat's tails, over her shoulders, I smiled and handed her a towel. It was then I noticed the bruising on the inside of her thigh. "Good God!" I exclaimed. "Is that what he did?" "Yes." She patted the towel over the area. "He gripped so hard. It really hurt." "Well you should have got the bastard charged for assault." I was livid. "I feel like calling the police and getting his name. If I do I'll sort the bastard out, good and proper." "No Sam. It's not worth it." She was resigned. "I want the whole thing to blow over. But it felt like a warning." "Warning. Why?" I said it before I thought. "I think you know why." She looked me straight in the eyes. "I got a shock today over a misunderstanding, from a stranger. What if I had been teasing him, having fun? What could have happened then?" I knew she was right. It was a dangerous game to play, liberated sex in these times. There are all sorts of diseases and crack pots around, not least the religious zealots. "You mean you want to just keep it in the bedroom between us then? Practice 'safe sex'?" I asked, and was willing to accept that, we had had a lucky escape. She looked at me, long and thoughtfully. "Let's just say, my policy from now on is safety first." She continued to get dry and I stayed close to comfort her. ++++++++ It was ten past seven and I was dressed. Beth had taken a nap earlier but had now completed her makeup and was sat in just a chocolate satin teddy, with light coffee coloured lace edges, good enough to eat. She rolled on her dark brown, thigh high stockings and when she had finished, she stood, elegantly and smoothed herself down. She stepped into brown heels and was statuesque before me. "You look magnificent." I whistled. I started getting horny. I wanted her now. I walked over to her but she wagged her finger slowly at me. "Naughty naughty! Not until later. I've just made up." I pretended to be hurt. She resembled a gazelle with her long legs striding to the wardrobe. She removed her long brown ball gown from its polythene wrapper and stepped into it. Then as she manoeuvred it onto her shoulders, she invited me to zip it up. Once done, hardly an underwear line could be seen beneath the fabric, which clung to her slim body and was as she planned. In fact she looked naked below it. As her hair was tied up, I kissed her on the neck, just before I tied her necklace and she sprayed perfume there. She turned to me and I saw the flash of stocking top, as her leg appeared through the split in the skirt. It was incredibly sexy. She smiled. The taxi arrived and we got to the hotel for seven thirty as planned. We were ushered to our table for the meal almost immediately we arrived. This was good because the table did not include any of the lads who were at Rob's party, except Rob. We all had the chance to have a few drinks and relax, before the dancing started and we mixed with the rest of the company. After the meal, we all felt merrier, having consumed the best part of a bottle of wine each. Rob, Kath, Beth and I were laughing as we moved to tables on the perimeter of the dance floor, and met with the other couples. Steve was there with Sally his partner, I was pleased to say. In fact only Ken's wife could not come as she had a cold. Ken was first to ask Beth for a dance which she gracefully accepted. There was a live dance band and the dancing was 'old-time' meaning close and intimate. To be honest though Ken and Beth were a mismatch and looked laughable. She was so much taller than him, especially in her heels. Ken's head just about, fell into line with Beth's bosom. It did look comical, except his hand was low on her arse, I thought. As the night wore on more people danced until it was fairly crowded on the dance floor. I danced with Beth and few of the other girls. After obtaining agreement with Beth and Kath, Rob and I left to play snooker upstairs. We arrived at the room we had booked which contained just one table, this kept it private. Drinks were served in a small ante-room adjacent to us. As we played it gave me a chance to tell Rob that I knew about Beth with Steve. Eventually I broached the subject of the party, which Rob seemed a little uncomfortable with. We talked but I found I could not bring myself to tell him that Steve had fucked Beth and I was alright with it. It was just something men didn't talk about to their friends. We played on and Rob won the first game. I decided if a more opportune occasion came up I would mention it but not until. Rob was such a great guy, but he might not understand and I didn't want to spoil our friendship. Steve ++++ When I saw Beth and Sam walk in, I almost got a hard on, at the table. She was stunningly beautiful, tall, and elegant. I couldn't wait to get her in private. We ate and then sat near the dance floor. I had to be careful as I was with Sally and she was a very jealous type. Eventually though I got my chance and it was innocently played, as everyone had been dancing with everyone else. The dance floor was full, providing perfect cover and Sam and Rob had gone to play snooker. I had a word with Ken to ask Kath and I asked Beth. She looked up at me from under her fringe with a slight hesitation but then agreed. I manoeuvred Beth to a part of the dance floor were we could not be seen. "How are you?" I held her arm outstretched and placed mine around her back. "Fine thanks. Yourself?" She seemed slightly aloof. I pressed closer and moved my hand down her back. The dance floor was packed so would not be noticed. "Much better for seeing you." At that I rubbed myself against her thigh. I was erect. "Ah ah! Naughty naughty." She admonished me. "None of that tonight, Steve." "Of course not, I understand, about last week, you were drunk." I remained pressing against her and slid my hand to her arse. I ran my hand lightly around the firm globe, and my fingers down the cleft. "You enjoyed it though, didn't you?" She definitely warmed to my touch, and didn't attempt to brush me off. She went into a slight daze and then snapped out of it. "No Steve! Not tonight. That was a one off and I never want it to happen again. I made a mistake and that's it." I wasn't very convinced and continued to rub her arse. "I was discreet you know?" She looked interested. "I never told Jonno or Ken." "Well that's something. What about Rob?" I looked away but that was admission enough, she knew I had. I quickly changed the subject. "You look absolutely stunning tonight." I ran my hand to the side of the dress with the split, and slid my fingers over her naked thigh and stocking top. "Tell me are you naked under this dress?" "No." She laughed, pulling away slightly, but returning. "I'm wearing a teddy, if you must know." "Aahhh! Are they the ones that fasten underneath the crotch." She nodded. "For easier access." She slapped my arm playfully. I slid my hand onto her inner thigh. She winced. I pulled my hand away. "Sorry. Are you OK? "I am now." She sighed. "But I was molested on a train today and there's rather a large and tender bruise there." I was really concerned for her and felt bad about touching her. "Oh my God! What happened?" She proceeded to tell me about the attack and how it had shaken her badly. I put all thoughts of moving on her, out of my head and instead felt protective towards her. I put my arms around her and kissed her softly on the cheek. I felt a hand grip my arm. "What the fuck are you up to?" I knew that screech so well, it was Sally. "You dirty bastard." I released Beth and began to defend my chivalrous actions to no avail. It was difficult as Sally was screaming and shouting and not in the mood for two-way conversations. She slapped my face and told me she was going home and that I better follow her. She stormed through the dancers, like Moses parting the Red Sea. I turned to Beth who looked about to cry, apologised pathetically and ran after my partner. Beth +++ I held back my tears. I was so upset what a day. Where was Sam, now I needed him? Kath came over. "Are you OK?" She placed her arm around my shoulders. "Did Steve do something?" That broke my resolve and I started crying. "No he didn't." I reached in my handbag for a tissue. "He was comforting me, after I told him about the attack, today." "Oh dear! Well I think Sally's got the wrong end of the stick, then." She pulled me towards her like a surrogate mother. "There, there. Let it all out." I didn't want to create a scene, especially on the dance floor, so we moved to our table. "What a shit day this has been." I moaned. "And it started out so well." "Just forget about the whole thing and let's get drunk. You've been tense for a couple of days. Relax don't let the drunken bastard upset you. Let your hair down." At that a large strand of hair, fell down the side of my face, and we burst out laughing. I took a large slug of my drink, as I dabbed my eyes, then got up and headed for the toilet, to repair my make up, Kath followed, as ladies do. We sat back at the table and ordered a bottle of Chardonnay and a bottle of soda water. Then proceeded to demolish them together. We ordered more. I started to relax and forget the bad bits of the day." "Oh fucking hell. Look!" Said Kath, attracting my attention and pointing at Jonno and Ken. "Laurel and Hardy are heading this way. That Ken's been grabbing my arse all night." I turned and they were upon us. "Dear ladies." It was Jonno. "Which one of you can I delight tonight?" Kath interjected in her slightly slurred, London accent. "You can delight us both. Fuck off!" It was harsh but said in fun. She had known these two for years. "Oh don't be like that Kathy. You know you want me?" Then she completely floored me. "Once is enough thanks." I was stunned. "What about me then?" It was Ken. "Quite a bit better, than him." She became, mock studious. "But not as good, as my Rob." I was even more stunned, that's if it was not a game. Kath was good looking and attractive to men. She was about 5' 3" with red hair and had a large bust. Her hips were larger than mine but she was not fat and had nice legs. "You're a real spoilsport these days, Kathy." Laughed Ken. "I remember when..." He didn't complete his sentence. "Be satisfied with feeling my arse all night, Kenny boy. The rest is off limits." She smiled broadly and turned to Jonno. "And you have no chance whatsoever, pee wee!" As she waved her little finger at him. Ken roared laughing and even Jonno found it funny. "Oh well." Said Ken, as he tugged at Jonno's shoulder. "Let's go where we're more appreciated." "Where's that .... the sheep farm?" They left, Jonno sticking a finger up to Kath, in fun. "My word you've shocked me." I said. "You have hidden depths." She seemed to get a flash of sobriety. "I should keep my mouth... and more ... shut, when I drink." She had her hand over her mouth. "Don't be silly. I won't say anything." I replied. She studied me and smiled. "Well I suppose, one woman to another." We both had a drink. "Oh to hell with it all." She then went on to explain to me how it had come about. Rob, lovely Rob, (I felt bad), was working away and he had told Kath that while he was away, she had to go out, as normal with the gang and have a good time. The inevitable had happened with 'randy' Jonno when she had gotten drunk, following a party at his house and at which she stayed over. She had felt really guilty about it for weeks and didn't go out. Sam had come back and said she looked peaky and that he had heard from Ken, she had been staying in. So Rob, ever the thoughtful one, insisted she get herself out and socialise more. She then turned to me. "Of course Ken, the ugly little bastard, was just manipulating things for his own devious ends." She sighed. "It was his birthday and we partied. I got drunk and ended up with his prize marrow inside me." She laughed and so did I. "It's a big one though." She seemed quite impressed. "I know!" I said. This time Kath stopped dead in her tracks. "YOU know. How?" "Well don't get mad." She waved that away. "At Rob's party. We played spin the bottle and I went in the Dining Room with him. I didn't fuck him, just gave him a wank. He has a massive tongue as well" "What about Rob?" She exclaimed "Oh no no. He wasn't involved." I assured her. "You know Rob he's lovely. He's not like the others." "Hmmm!" She nodded, contemplatively. "I suppose so. But you never know." She looked at me. "Look at you!" "I know." I replied. "And you!" "I know!" We both laughed. "I have no control in drink. I'm just glad Rob is there to stop me." She paused. "Most of the time. At least you didn't go as far as I did." "We..ll that's not strictly true." "Spill the beans, what, when, where, more importantly who." "Again last Friday, or technically last Saturday morning." I took a deep breath. "With Steve, at my house." "Phewee!" She blew her cheeks out. "Well .... so Sally HAD cause for concern." "No not tonight! He was being kind trying to help me." "Listen women can smell a man on the hunt, for miles. She knew." She could see I felt guilty, and patted me on the back. "Don't get down. He's attractive Steve, I hope it was worth it." "He's very sexy." I straightened my face. "But I decided never again. I don't want him thinking we've got a relationship or something stronger. I love Sam." "And I love Rob. I know what you mean and I know it would devastate him to find out about me but sometimes, it's just ...... so exciting." "You know in some Islamic States we'd be stoned to death, for what we've done." Kath looked sideways at me. "What do you mean, Islamic States, some guys in the west, would do it! They talk about freedom and defending it, but it's only the bullshit freedom, that THEY believe in. Which isn't freedom at all! They still want us sat at home, living a life of drudgery. And I do not mean Rob." We both stared at the dance floor, with our own thoughts. Kath reacted first. "Come on Beth. Cheer up. Let's get some action, before the lads get back. Let's enjoy our freedom." "To be honest I'm still a bit shaken up by today. The Train and then Steve and Sally. I feel wary of strangers, even if it's just for a dance." "Look, you can't act like that, for the rest of your life. I know it was upsetting and you're right to be cautious, as any attractive female should be but you need to get back on the horse and trust people. Not all strangers are evil - even the men. " I smiled. She placed her hand on mine. "I'll stay with you all night, you can enjoy yourself and needn't feel threatened or afraid." The music tempo had increased and it was quite acceptable for two women to dance together, so we did. Laughing and chatting eyeing up the talent, and asking each other if we would and laughing at why we wouldn't; "Belly too big." "Fat arse." "Bad teeth." "Gay!" and would; "Nice arse." "Handsome." "Dream boat." "Big nose – big cock!" We screamed, hysterically. I had certainly been introduced to another side of Kath tonight and to my relief she was quite like me. I felt normal again. It was obvious though my friend Rob knew nothing of this and I'm sure Sam hadn't a clue. Do I say anything? I couldn't betray Kath's confidence. Yet another dilemma. I hated myself for knowing and felt I was betraying Rob, who had after all tried to protect me. I couldn't tell Sam either, it would leave him with the same dilemma. I had to accept, it was Kath's responsibility, if she wanted to accept it. Nobody was laughing at Rob behind his back, if they had been I might have said something. In fact, nobody had mentioned it until tonight and that was the best way. It was between them and up to Kath to tell who she wanted. +++++++++ We sat back down and finished another round of drinks. We were getting fairly tight by then. Kath broke the silence. "What was the best bit you enjoyed about sleeping with someone else?" It was a rhetorical question. "I enjoyed the secrecy and feeling of doing something wrong. It just added to the whole experience. I'm not saying Ken's cock didn't help because it did. He has a huge purple bell-end. I couldn't get it in me at first." She giggled. "But we managed in the end. I've got to say, he filled me up." She leaned forward her legs open and her hands joined in her lap, pushing her dress down between her legs. "Mmmmm, it was nice." "You sound like you're reliving it." I said, then continued. "I enjoyed the attention. Just having others, really interested and wanting me, just for sex. I know it's lovely with Sam but variety is the spice of life as they say." I thought of Rico's big cock and started to feel quite horny. We were interrupted by a deep voice. All this talk about our sexual experiences and feelings had made me quite horny, especially sharing it with a fellow traveller. "Excuse me. My friend and I couldn't help noticing you were not dancing. Would you be interested." He was tall and slim about forty-ish with grey, curly hair. He wore a dark brown Armani suit with light blue pin stripe, Yellow shirt open at his tanned neck, with a gold chain around it. He was very handsome, with ice blue eyes. His friend was younger maybe mid-thirties, dark hair and also handsome, Latin looking. His suit also Armani, was light blue and he had a dark blue shirt. He had a neck silver neck chain. I glanced at Kath and she winked back. After the incident with the drunk today, I was wary of strangers but Kath was here and the environment was more conducive and he had a certain immediate charm. Friendly Dilemma Ch. 03 Beth ++++ I reached lazily from under the duvet for my mobile phone. It was 8 a.m. and I stretched tingling from the previous nights' activity. I retrieved the text message and jumped up causing Sam to stir. "What it is?" He growled. "Suzie's coming to stay." "Oh ok!" He rolled over his eyes still closed. "When?" "Next Saturday. She said she's staying for the whole of the holidays." "Oh that'll be nice." Was that a hint of sarcasm? Well even if it was I knew he liked my little sister. She was bright and bubbly and everyone said a smaller version of me, so why wouldn't he like her. She was finished college and would be waiting on her exam results. Sam slowly surfacing said. "Don't forget I'm heading back north next Sunday for the interview and won't be back until Wednesday." "I know. Well she'll be company for me." Whilst I was in the bathroom I started my period, which was a relief as I had had a good deal of sex with a few partners recently. After lunch I was on my own as Sam and Rob went to the football match. About two o'clock Kath came to see me and we talked about the night with Anton and Raul. "That was terrific. Did you tell Sam?" Kath enquired excitedly. "Yes of course." "What did he say? You didn't tell him about me?" She looked slightly shocked. "No no!" I said trying to calm her. "I didn't mention Raul or yourself at all." "Oh thank God!" Her relief was palpable. "I wish I could tell Rob but I think it would destroy us. Sam is just so unusual." We spent the afternoon chatting about a variety of stuff but always came back to sex. Somehow I got talking about Rico and his obvious major physical attribute. Kath was very interested. "You sucked him off while he was asleep!" She burst out laughing. "That takes the 'wet dream' biscuit." "Shhhhh!" I ridiculously tried quietening her, though there was no one to hear. "So he was pretty big in the toolbox department hey? And you're going back for more?" She wagged her finger and raised her right eyebrow. "No. I'm going back to explain what happened. He's mortified that he's done something wrong." She gave a wry knowing smile and said. "Well. How about I come with you? As chaperone." "Ok." I said nonchalantly shrugging my shoulders. "That's fine by me." She asked about him and what his interests were. I told her what I knew particularly about his collection of icon art that he had shown me at work one time. We talked on until about five, when she had to leave to pick up the kids from her mothers. We arranged to go to Rico's on Monday. ++++++++ On Monday I picked Kath up and headed for Rico's. I wore a blouse blue jeans and knee length boots. Kath wore a flowered blouse and long pleated green skirt. She had a necklace of brown polished stones. I was still on my period so I felt pretty sure there would be no action tonight, though Sam had asked if I was "doing anything exciting?" with a knowing look. I gave him a firm "No!" and berated him and manhood for the fact they could not comprehend the pain or unattractiveness felt when experiencing a period. He comforted me but I still wish he could feel how I felt. Kath was bubbling with excitement and breathlessly, gabbled throughout the journey. We arrived and Rico was dressed all in black, a open necked shirt and jeans. I introduced Kath and he was politeness itself, though I detected a little disappointed. Kath really checked him out. I noticed several times, her looking at his barely restrained recumbent member, encased him the tight black denim. He invited us in and got us a drink I had orange as I was driving. We settled into talking and everything relaxed. I had to speak with him alone and tell him what had happened, when suddenly Kath began talking about her 'interest' in icon art. I was stunned and took a sideways glance at her but she never flinched. "This is wonderful." Rico raised his hands and smiled affably. "Someone interested in icon art and English to!" I sipped my orange juice as they talked and eventually Rico offered to show Kath his collection, which was housed in his bedroom. They got up together as Rico invited me. "No she said she has seen it." Kath was shaking her head. I sat back down and picked up my phone. "It's ok Rico. I have to make a call." He smiled and they walked off together. I sat in the apartment and texted my sister, the exchange took several minutes as she asked about what action there was. When I had finished I looked toward the bedroom door which was slightly ajar but at 15 feet away could see nothing. I picked up the newspaper and began flicking through it. I had started reading my horoscope when I heard a distinct whimpering sound. I stopped reading and turned my attention to the door. There was grunting and gasping and rattling and squeaking. I put the paper down and moved toward the door I recognised the sound. I peeped through the crack in the door and was amazed at the site. They were both on the bed. Rico was on top of Kath, his shirt was off and his trousers around his ankles, he even had is black boots on. Kath had both her arms around his back as she dug her nails in. Her head was at his right shoulder and she bit him. He was quite hairy except for his naked white buttocks which clenched as he thrust into her. She groaned as her eyes rolled in her head and he shushed her with each thrust. From a wardrobe mirror I could see his greasy cock sliding deeply into her and I felt aroused even in my state. There then started a crescendo as Kath lay back grabbing handfuls of buttock. She grabbed each cheek her fingernails opening and playing with his reddened anus. She slid a finger up and his head stretched back as he started to pump harder. Her legs went over his shoulders and I could see the long pole thrusting into her as she started to cum. She moaned and then stopped breathing for a good few seconds as he ejaculated into her. She bit him trying to muffle her scream as the thrusting slowed and they fell into afterglow. I saw his semi-hard penis slip out of her, glistening and dripping with juice. I was soaking wet and had to go to the bathroom. I slid my jeans to my boots and revealed my pink see-through, fishnet and lace Brazillian style tanga panties. They were soaking. I slid my hand down and over my sensitive clitoris which caused me to shoulder. I was already so aroused. I stood hand on the tiled wall, legs as wide apart as was comfortable, a tampon inside me, I rubbed gently at first then more vigorously and came. I was light-headed and glowing. I stayed in this position until I got my breath back and then slid my pants over my hips, caressing my vagina. Then pulled my jeans up tightly and smoothed the arse and fastened my belt. I washed my hands and returned to the room. Rico and Kath were seated opposite each other looking pleased with themselves. "We wonder were you go." Rico smiled. "I show her all my artwork." "I'm sure you did." I said I hoped without too much sarcasm. I decided then not to explain things to Rico. He would have to live with it. He certainly seemed like he was handling the situation now. I don't know why but felt peeved. We talked for a while and then drove home. Kath never mentioned what had happened. As she was getting out of the car she said. "Do I look OK?" I thought I'd be impish. "Absolutely fine.... apart from the wet patch on your skirt." She looked horror struck and swivelled her head as she pulled at her skirt. I laughed and she looked at me seriously. "Oh you bitch!" Then she leaned in to the car and whispered. "He was a great shag!" "I know." I said. "I saw." She winked, turned and ran up the steps to the house. ++++++++ Saturday came and Suzie arrived. She had a backpack and was wearing blue jeans and a pink T-shirt. She came in and gave Sam a big kiss on the cheek and gave me a huge hug and kiss. Sam checked her out. "My you're looking gorgeous." he said. "Why thank you." She bowed and turned to me. "And so are you." I bowed and said thank you. "Where can I put my things? I need to get showered and changed. I feel dirty." Sam raised an eyebrow at this and I slapped his shoulder playfully. I took her to her room and we chatted constantly as she settled in. Rob ++++ Suzie arrived on Saturday and was like a whirlwind going through the house. She was so energetic and attractive. When she had showered she came down dressed in a T-shirt which just covered her white silk boy pants and it was very distracting though I was somewhat busy with getting packed for my interview. When I finished we all sat down and had a chat about home and family. Their father was Scottish and Suzie had a message for them. "Make sure that lad's taking good care o'er." We laughed at Suzie's imitation of her father. As the night drew in we had a meal and a few drinks. I was so conscious of Suzies' body. She was a slightly smaller version of Beth, with the same good looks, blonde blue eyed and larger breasts, which bounced around when she moved. She was totally unselfconscious when she sat around. often opening her legs displaying the shape of her pubic mound. The silk pants were so tight and sexy. I tried not to stare but couldn't help it. It was exciting. We went to bed around ten as Suzie was tired and I felt amorous especially as Beth had only just come of her period and I was going away the next day. Suzie came over and gave me a hug almost causing me to get a boner as she pressed into me. When we got into bed Beth snuggled into me. "She's grown up hasn't she?" She was teasing me. "Yes. She's very attractive." I spoke matter-of-factly but began to get hard as she pressed against me. "Hmmmm I see he's grown to!" She slipped my foreskin back and forward slowly. "I've missed you." We moved our mouths together and began a passionate embrace. The cushion lips pressed gently our tongues probing delicately. I cupped her breast then rubbed her hardening nipple with my thumb. It was if I was weighing each breast. Pre-cum was moistening my cock as she continued faster to masturbate me. We moaned into each others succulent mouths. I moved the palm of my hand over her flat stomach, and she shivered with anticipation. She lay back and opened her legs as I slid my hand under the waistband of her white laced tanga pants. My finger slipped into the folds of her vagina, already moist and as we kissed I slipped it down to the opening. She groaned as my finger explored the cavity. She whispered in my ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!" As I played with her clitoris she moaned louder and louder and I became conscious of were we where and the proximity to Suzies' room. She shouted louder. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!" "Shsss! Think of Suzie." I said and my cock twitched as I thought of her. "She won't be bothered. Just fuck me. Hard." She pulled down her pants bending her legs to make it easier, my hand still inside her. "Get on me. I want your cock inside me now!" She was completely aroused and seemed not to care who heard. As she almost shouted the last demand. I decided to have some fun. "Do you want me to fuck you? Are you sure? Like all the others?" I started playing the game with my cock at her wet opening. She circled her hips as she tried to get me to thrust inside her. "Yes!" She shouted. "Like the others. Like ALL the others." My end was completely inside her but I didn't move. "Shhhhh! You don't want your sister to hear about ALL the others do you." She groaned and grabbed my buttocks trying to force me in but I kept away by bracing my arms. "I don't care. I don't care. We tell each other everything anyway." She groaned louder this time. "Get your cock in me." "Everything?" I continued to tease but I was on the verge of cumming. "Even about Anton?" Her head rocked from side to side and my knob rubbed the folds of her vagina. "Oh Anton! Yes! Yes! I'll tell her ALL about Anton." I wasn't going to hold out much longer. "And will she tell you about her 'adventures'?" I was really going for it. "Yes of course. We share everything." My cock twitched again as I continued the torture. "And will you share it with me?" "Yes. Ooooh yes!" She was now nearly screaming. "Everything. Everything. I'll share everything with you." I was so turned on and couldn't stop I thrust into her hot wet cunt and pumped in long fast strokes. She screamed and screamed and orgasmed clutching at me and sucking my lips and tongue. She spoke into my ear. "I love you. Ohhh! I love you." Knowing Suzie was next door made it exciting. For both of us - I think. We were wrapped in pleasure and sank into a deep sleep. ++++++++ The next day I was given a pleasant send off by both Beth and Suzie, as they came to the railway station with me. The train arrived so I made said my goodbyes. I told them both not to get into any trouble and winked. Beth and Suzie wore T-shirts, mini skirts white socks with a lace frill and white trainers. They looked sporty, spellbinding and spunky. A sexy twin-set. They both had their blonde hair in pony tails and looked ready for a set of tennis. I was almost aroused looking at the pair of them. "We'll be good." Beth said giggling. "And if we can't be good, we'll be careful." Laughed Suzie. I smiled and gave them both a kiss. A lingering one for Beth and boarded my train. Suzie +++++ I watched as Rob waved through the window and disappeared North. I turned to Beth, who would be feeling a bit miserable. "Right Beth. A good dose of retail therapy is called for here." She gave me a sympathetic smile and led the way to the car. She drove us to the main shopping precinct and we shopped for until five and then exhausted headed back to Beth's. "You caused quite a stir in town didn't we?" Beth was referring to the attention we were getting from the men. We turned quite a few heads and had them staring at our breasts or trying to see up our skirts. "I think that's we – not just me. You were a knockout. Particularly in the café. Who was that guy who said hi? He wasn't bad looking. Nice arse." Beth waved her hands and shook her head. "Don't go there. That's real trouble, believe me. He's a friend of a friend." She looked uncomfortable. "He's called Steve and his girlfriend is a very possessive person." I could see something had happened. "Possessive hey! Did she have any reason to be? Have you been pulling?" "Well ....I." She blushed and didn't answer. I couldn't stop myself. "You have, haven't you? Oh my God! Tell me everything." "It was a party. We'd all been drinking. It just happened." She was uneasy but I persisted. "What have you done? Did you fuck him?" "Ye....yes. Yes I did." She took a deep, shaky breath. I couldn't quite take it in. Beth was such 'a-goody-two-shoes', my how she'd changed. When we were young we talked about sex and stuff but unlike me she had never experienced it until she got married and now this. I had to pursue this. "How come? What's happened to you?" She shook her head, slowly. "I don't know, liberated I guess." She smiled at me. "That's it marriage liberated me." "And what about Sam?" "What about Sam?" "Does he know?" I was still shocked. She looked me in the eye and calmly said. "Yes." It was total disbelief tinged with excitement on my part. "Oh my God!" I sounded like Janice from Friends. I put my hands to my mouth to deaden the squeal. My sister cool as you like telling me she slept with a guy and her husband had found out. I was having difficulty with this. "Well you looked pretty ok together today and sounded more than ok last night...." I stopped myself as I had said too much already. "You heard us last night?" She appeared shocked. "I'm not deaf am I?" I replied. "Anyway don't change the subject. How did Sam find out? How did Sam react?" "I told him and he was ok with it." She was calm and clear as she played with her mobile phone. I didn't get this at all. I knew Sam he was a sweet guy and loved Beth, he must have been heart broken. She looked at the phone, as she spun it but I stopped her with my hand. "We have an open relationship." She moved her attention from the phone to me. "Anyway it turns him on." Hmmm. Dirty old Sam. Liked a bit of sharing hey. I had to know more. "How long has this been going on then?" I said. She ran her hands over her mini and thighs. "A couple of weeks. Maybe a month. It was just an experiment but it's really spiced up our sex life." I couldn't resist. "I know, if last nights anything to go by." I immediately covered my mouth. She raised an eyebrow but laughed. "Yes I got carried away a bit, so did he. I think he enjoyed the fact you were in the next bedroom. He's becoming a real randy bugger." I was used to Beths' openness as we would talk about sex or boyfriends and had no secrets but I was still a little surprised she mentioned me. She changed the subject before I could delve deeper but this wasn't finished. "Come on let's get dinner sorted and get cleaned up." Beth moved the shopping from the table and began being a regular housewife. We showered and changed into fresh T-shirts and pants. Mine were high sided silky white almost see-through and Beths' were silky Green to go with her shirt. We cooked and had a drink, catching up all the time, as we hadn't seen each other since Christmas. We went up to bed both slightly squiffy from the drink. As Sam was away I slept with Beth, as we had done when we were kids. Although I'd had a drink I was determined to find out more about her 'open' relationship. I'd tried to get the conversation round to it during the evening but she had side-stepped it. "So how did it go with this Steve then? Where did it happen?" Beth rolled her eyes as if to say 'not again'. She turned to face me looking serious. "Do you want all the gory details?" I looked back knowing she was bluffing and said. "Yes please. Every last bit." Beth sighed and began her tale starting at Robs birthday party. I listened dumbstruck. Yet again I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was obviously telling the truth and in so much detail, she must have been well practiced at recounting the story, probably to Sam. I was getting incredibly horny, I had little tingles in my stomach and groin when she mentioned words like 'cock' or 'cum' or 'dick' or 'fuck'. I was wet between my legs. She had finished telling me about Steve and how she had told Sam, then asked. "So what do you think of your dirty slut of a sister?" I was shocked but horny and horny got the better of me. "God I feel horny? Have you got anymore 'secrets'?" "Oh really. Well actually I have." She smiled coyly as I eagerly hunkered down. I asked if this was going to be as good and she said yes, if I enjoyed the last one. I slid my hand into my pants and showing Beth said. "Do you mind? I'm just so excited." She asked if I wanted a dildo as there was one in the bedside cabinet. I jumped at the chance. As I said we shared everything and had no secrets. My nipples were protruding through my white cotton T-shirt and I ran my fingers round them as Beth handed me the dildo. We laughed when she switched it on and it began to buzz and rotate. She began talking about Anton at the dance. I removed my pants and started using the dildo on my little secret button. The noise though initially annoying was drowned by Beths' voice as she recounted the tale. The sensations caused my body to shudder. When she talked about penetration I slipped the dildo inside me getting it soaking wet. I moaned as I went in and out slowly. Beth began to warm to this and began stroking herself as she relived the night, then she mentioned Raul on the same night! I stopped and leaning on an elbow looked at her. Friendly Dilemma Ch. 03 "Two in one night? Strangers?" She nodded. "Together?" She shook her head and continued talking. This was sending me over the top and Beth looked pleased with herself, and was now openly masturbating. Two guys, what if together, my fantasy. She related the story breathlessly, I could see her lips swelling, our faces were so close together as she talked of the penetration. We lay on our backs legs akimbo, our heads turned to each other. She then mentioned seeing her friends having sex and having to masturbate and I started to cum as she talked of Ricos' prick going in and out. "HuHU!" I couldn't help utter in my high voice, as if I had had the air knocked out of me. "Oh! Oh!" Then Beth started her eyes were closed as she memorised some incident or feeling she seemed to have so many to choose from. We were both cumming. The dildo was working into me as my sisters fingers worked herself. Then she started shouting. "Oh yes yes. Fuck yes. Oh my God. Uhhh!" I thought of her with Steve, Anton, Raul; I thought of two together; I thought of Ricos' big cock. And the pleasure gushed through us simultaneously. We opened our eyes and looked at each other and I couldn't resist kissing her on those full lips. She never moved but accepted it graciously. Beth ++++ I picked the telephone up from my desk and dialled home. "Are you up for a night out tonight?" "Am I ever." Suzie replied. "Especially with the new you." I wasn't sure I liked the implications of that remark, though I suppose it was true. Kath had phoned and said she would like to meet Suzie and that Rob was babysitting tonight so it was game on. I had put a days leave in for tomorrow so it was looking good. After an uneventful day I arrived home about six and Suzie was in a white towelling robe with her hair in a towel, painting her toenails red. After some small talk I showered and looked for something to wear. I decided upon a brown pencil dress, that had a 'V' cut to my mid-chest and revealed just enough of my breasts, it went to just below the knee and had a slit up the left hand side. I decided on tan stockings and tan underwear; essential if, by chance my silk suspenders showed. I slipped into my brown heels and looked at myself. No tum showing and bottom ok. I finished my lipstick and decided to let my hair hang loose. Whilst I was getting changed I rang Sam, who was staying at his mums'. He was due his interview in the morning at 9 a.m. so I wished him good luck now in case I was too hungover to call in the morning. He teased me and asked me for a dirty phone call which I duly provided him with. He was obviously masturbating and when I told him I was going out with Suzie, to get a couple of fine strapping studs, he came. Him satisfied but wanting me to call later to check on progress and me frustrated made for a dangerous combination. Suzie walked in and looked breathtaking. She was dressed in a beige dress, which tied at the back of her neck accentuating her breasts, which hung firmly encased in 2 upturned 'V' shaped pouches. Below the pouches the material was moulded to her slim stomach. The shining beige flared skirt came to just above the knee but had under a white lace petticoat that hung a further three inches below. Her legs looked stunning, especially in open toed heels. She spun and the skirt lifted outward and upward until her tan stocking tops could be seen. She looked ready to tease. "Well sis are we ready to swing or are we ready to swing?" I shouted. "We're ready to swing." And embraced her affectionately. At that Kath came to the door. Kaths hair was back off he face and she wore a knee length dark green pleated dress, it looked fairly demure for Kathy, but I suppose she couldn't dress too slutty. She wore black stockings and strappy black patent-leather shoes, with small heels. We piled into the taxi for town. Kathy and Suzie got in the back and I sat in front. The slit in my skirt gaped revealing my silk tan suspender, which vindicated my colour choice. The Asian taxi driver stirred a the expanse of white thigh contrasted with the brown stocking top, as he asked our destination. I told him the location and as it was a half hour journey decided to have a bit of fun. Suzie and Kathy were talking easily any initial nervousness gone. I turned in the seat to listed in, which caused my knees to point at the driver. I could see in my peripheral vision his head turning occasionally to look, wither own my top or at my thighs. His hand rested on the gear stick as he drove, so I moved my knee to touch his hand. At first he flinched but seeing no reaction he replaced his hand. I rubbed my stockinged knees against the back of his hand slowly, first one knee then the other. I joined in the girls chit-chat and after about five minutes of this he finally caught on. Driving on the motorway he had no need to change gear, so he could move his hand, and he did. He began caressing my knee, very slowly and tickling the inside of my thigh. It started to make me warm in my pants. This continue for a couple of minutes until he got more adventurous and ventured further up the inside of my legs to the stocking tops. There wasn't much further he could go without assistance, so I turned from the girls and pushed myself forward in the seat. His hand just touched the outside of my silk panties. He began digging his thumb into my panty covered bulge. I opened my legs as far as I could in the tight dress. He continued to rub with his thumb and with his fingers tried to push my panties into me. I was really horny and wet as he tried to get his fingers round the frilled elasticated edge of my panties, to the hairy opening. He managed to get one fingertip in just as Suzie brought me into the conversation by popping her head over my shoulder. He withdrew his hand as I closed my legs. She immediately saw what was happening and just squealed, as if part of her conversation. I turned to her, keeping a poker face and saw she was bursting to say something but not in front of Kath. Up until now I had said nothing about Kath to Suzie. We continued our journey uneventfully until we arrived at the club district. As we got out the cab driver, was very generous and charged us only half price. "Jesus." Said Kath. "That's a bloody miracle. He must be planning a wet dream on us lot." I looked at Suzie and Kath spotted the exchange and looked quizzically at me. We piled into the first of many bars and caused a stir. Wherever we went we got chatted up and even followed by a small group of lads, who said they were having a party and invited us along. I was not too sure this was a good idea, so we moved on but they followed us. Kath had been dancing in several bars with a older looking guy who was with the group. He was tall well built and his distinguishing feature was his large chin. This didn't seem to bother Kath, as she returned with how attentive he was and how interested he was in her. He knew she was married and wasn't bothered. This to-ing and fro-ing continued until eventually Kath said she was leaving with him. I wasn't too sure this was a good idea and tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted on going. Suzie and I eventually, whether it was the drink or not, got worn down by the group of lads. They seemed decent enough so we decided to go to their party. We were assured other girls would be there. Suzie walked ahead arms linked with two good looking young lads. She was laughing as they joked. Her legs were slender, with wonderful calf definition due to the heels. There were two lads to the left side of me and two behind who I could just hear mumbling, favourable comments about me. As we were on our way I received a text from Sam. "How's the nights hunting? Have you caught anything yet? Luv S xx" I replied. "Just going to a party, to see what's about. Luv B xx" My phone beeped. "Hope you catch something – I'm hungry. Luv S xx" I thought I would tease him by not understanding his code. "As long as it's not clap right! Luv B xx" He didn't reply. I think that through metaphorical cold water on him When we got to the house the party was in full swing, if you call two couples dancing to pop music a party. We all piled in getting a little squashed in the entrance hall, when somebody dared to feel my arse and received a resounding slap. Suzie immediately turned off the music and chose something classier, then started to dance with one of her escorts. I was asked to dance by a spotty youth and so danced indifferent to his presence. Some of the lads had got beer and sat on the carpet on the outside of the 'dance floor' and I realised that was to take full advantage of the view when Suzie spun round. Her skirt would lift and the lads would stare and nudge each other. I had my own gathering, as my leg escaped from my dress revealing my stocking top and suspender, they would gawp at it. The music changed and Suzie changed partners, to her second escort. I went for a drink and sat on a dining room chair. I was approached by quite a handsome young man. He was tall with broad shoulders and looked like he worked out. He had a confident air and engaging smile, with white even teeth. He held his hand out. "May I?" He bent forward, not ostensibly to look down the front of my dress. "Certainly." I said and we started to dance. The record was a slow one and the lights were dimmed. He held me close and I could feel his youthful muscular frame pressing against me. Occasionally his manhood would press against my thigh and that started the juices working again. The other two couples were dancing and smooching now, as was Suzie. She was sucking deeply on the second escorts mouth, as the first escort stood behind her rubbing her tits. I felt a hot sweet breath on my ear and then my lobe nibbled. This made goose bumps all down my neck, to my back. His head bent and softly kissed my neck I lifted my head as he moved over my throat. I released an involuntary moan and felt tingling down my spine. His hand moved to my breast and he squeezed my nipple causing pleasure and pain. He was good and even before he'd kissed my mouth, I was trembling. "You're gorgeous. Do you want to do something a little more exciting?" He whispered in my ear. I looked around for Suzie but couldn't see her. Oh well, I thought she's big enough to look after herself. I noticed most of the room was empty as well. I walked with him to the stairs and stopped. "What's this come up and see my etchings." I said. "No much more interesting than that. We're going to the viewing room." Intrigued I followed him up the stairs. We walked in what looked like a bedroom, except there was no bed and it was occupied by several of the lads from downstairs, with their cocks out, wanking. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see they were looking at something through a one-way window. The only sound apart from the squelching noise from masturbation, were a females breathless pleadings and male instructions. "Go ahead have a look." My partner encouraged me to move to the window. I could see a lighted scene where two men lay on a huge bed and a blonde woman in beige silk underwear, stockings and heels was bent over them. They both had their cocks out, as stiff flagpoles. She then proceeded to push both cocks into her mouth and suck them together. The men were squirming on the bed, until they slipped from her mouth. One then knelt up on the bed and brought her head to his throbbing gnarled shaft, were she began licking and biting at it. The other guy who was completely naked moved to her rear and slipped down her panties. She lifted her legs so he could complete the manoeuvre. He then moved his mouth to her, vagina and began licking furiously. The noise from the scene increased. Beth could see Suzie enjoying the whole scene. She turned and saw the guys pulling on their dicks, big, small, fat and thin. Their concentration was total. Her escort was stood behind her tuning her nipples like a radio. Each frequency a new thrill. The guy at the back now knelt to enter Suzie. She lifted her head to gasp "OH yes! Fuck me!" and returned to her work. The guy must have had awesome control as he slowly slid back and forward into Suzie. There she was my sister being fucked by two men, being watched by me and five men and she was loving it. He stroked in deeply, doggy fashion showing all his slippery cock on each extraction. The guy at the front started shouting he was cumming and Suzie clamped down hard on him, I saw her cheeks puff out as he spasmed into her mouth, then she held him with her tongue, as she swallowed. The guy at the back, began pumping into more rapidly. Two of the watchers were already jerking into Kleenex, long strings of viscous cum. I was soaking wet. My nipples were aching with desire and a hand from one of the watchers, was sneaking inside the slit of my skirt. His fingers arrived at my soaking silky pants and started to snake inside, as Suzie and the second man began to climax, loudly. The finger slid easily into me, but he shot his load on the floor. He immediately retrieved his hand to clean up the mess he was making. At the climax the fourth watcher filled his paper tissue. The guy at the back pulled out of Suzie and she rolled onto her back as cum leaked out between her legs. The other guy made a hand signal to the window and one of the watchers, 'Ginger' as he had red hair, tucked his cock away and rushed out of the door. He reappeared in the room with Suzie. He climbed on the bed and proceeded to start licking Suzie's saturated vagina and she groaned with pleasure. I had never seen this before. I turned to my 'partner'. "What is he doing?" He whispered in my ear. "He's getting a cream pie." "A what?" "A cream pie. When you lick the sperm from a fucked cunt. Usually another mans'" "Oh I see!" I said. I could imagine who might like the thought of that. Suzie was reaching another orgasm, as the guy kept licking and the others either kissed or licked her body. She pulled 'Ginger' up by his hair and told him to "Fuck her. Now!" which sounded familiar. He removed his sort thick cock, which was stood to attention, from his pants and proceeded to insert it in her. She rolled him on his back and sat upright, her hand guiding him. She kept asking him. "Do you like that? Do you like that?" As he weakly. "Yes. Yes. I love it." She then burst into a violent bucking action and came again. He inevitably followed turning her over and pumping into her, encouraged by the other two men on the bed. Once on top and thrusting he responded, through gritted teeth. "Do you like that? Do you love cock? You love cock don't you? Say it! Say it." Her head lolled to one side as she said. "Yes! Yes I love cock." The watchers were all wanking again including the groper who was rubbing through my pants. My 'partner' was caressing my neck and dry humping my arse, whispering. "Do you like cock? Do you?" I groaned and said yes as the groper moved in front of me and hiked my skirt. He pulled my pants to one side and slid his cock across the slippery entrance to my womb. My 'partner' held up my skirt so it wouldn't slip down and pushed my feet apart with his feet. The groper bent his knees for a moment to take up position and with one hand on his cock, the other on my pants pushed himself into me. As my 'partner' dry humped me I could hear him repeating in my ear. "You LOVE cock don't you!" Over and over and all I could say was "Yes!" The watchers had turned away from the window and were now watching me. This whole situation was perverted yet exciting. I managed to glimpse Suzie, being fucked by the guy she'd given a blow-job to. My knees were trembling and the two guys were holding me up. I felt myself cumming at all this perversion, and I announced it. The groper picked up speed, as did the watchers. As my climax came, I felt something warm and wet on my stockings, one of the watchers had cum. This started them all off and as the groper pumped his fluid into me, I felt the others cover my stockings. The groper pulled away as my 'partner' pulled out his cock, bent me over and dry humped my arse through my panties, eventually spilling his cum on my back. It was perverted and gave an intense depraved pleasure. Standing on my own I adjusted my clothing. I looked at the window and saw Suzie getting dressed, slowly as if drugged. I checked my watch and it was 1:30 a.m. I left the viewing room, got Suzie and a taxi home. We didn't talk much on the way home, as we tried to clear our heads. We both sat in the back this time, but I could see the driver looking to sneak a peek of something, well I suppose anything to relieve the boredom. As it was, I was still horny but needed to take care of Suzie. When I got to the door I paid the driver as he attempted to look down my dress. Suzie was nearly back to her usual self now. "What a blast! What a blast!" She laughed and whooped. I quietened her in case the neighbours woke. I bundled her into the house. "What a blast! You wouldn't believe it." "I would believe me." I said. "You know why I'd believe it?" "No. Why?" She smiled in her alcoholic haze. "Because I saw it. Every last fuck." She sobered immediately and became serious. "You saw it. How?" I explained about the window, watchers and what happened to me, as we stripped to our underwear and climbed into bed. "Fucking hell! What a fucking night. How can you top that?" "I haven't a clue, but I've learned something new. Cream Pie." I announced. "What's that?" She said so I explained. "So somebody licks a guys cum from your cunt?" I nodded. "That's right and I saw it." "Phew!" She blew out her cheeks. "I'd like to try that sometime." I was quite shocked even after what I had witnessed tonight. "Really? You'd do that?" "Yes why not I think it's be a real turn on." I had a thought but hardly dare voice it. I braved it. "Well I'm full of some guys cum." We stared at each other neither saying a word. Then suddenly, causing me to jump she said. "OK let's try it, cause I'm full of cum, so you can have a turn to." We were nervous, like schoolgirls arranging ourselves on the bed. I lay on my back on top of the duvet and Suzie got between my legs. She looked at my pants and said pretty damned wet I'd say. She reached for the sides and slid them down and off. "I can see a white stuff oozing out. I think that's what I'm after." She said light heartedly to relieve the tension. She pressed her head between my wide open thighs, as I held my labial lips open. She gently guided her tongue to the droplet and flicked, several times lapping it up. Each time sent a prohibited thrill through my body. She began probing deeper to get more and her upper lip and teeth pressed against my pubic bone, causing me to gasp and squirm. Her hands clasped on my hip as she pressed and probed firmer and deeper, until the pleasure started to build. I moaned involuntarily and rolled my hips. She lapped and licked occasionally looking up to me and smiling with her eyes. After what seemed like ages in heaven, I started to come. I pressed the back of her head. I sat up and back down. I felt helpless. I smelt my little sisters perfume and detonated a pleasure bomb inside. We lay for a few minutes me patting her head. She looked up from between my legs. "Your turn." She said and laying on her back removed her beige pants. She spread her legs as I did. I felt guilty and wrong but I had promised. "We're getting like the Romans for decadence!" I said. She lifted her knees and opened herself up with her hands as I had, as I bent down to start. It looked wet but fairly clear for a couple of seconds and then I spotted it sliding down. I licked feeling the salty taste of the sperm and sweet taste of her tender flesh. Her lips looked puffed up and red from all the attention she had been getting. I carefully and intricately worked my way around seeking out all of the cum and swallowing it. I don't know if there are different tastes for different people but I could certainly taste different flavours. Suzie mewed and cooed, then stretched and groaned. I heard a drawer go as she stretched and then was startled to find her handing me the dildo. Friendly Dilemma Ch. 03 I looked to her and she pleaded with her eyes. I switched it on and rested it on the folds of her clitoris, which received appreciative moans of accent. I then ran it down her tender slit to her vagina. It made circular motions at the entrance. I moved up and looking in her eyes, inserted it into her. It slipped in easily due to the lubrication collected through the night. Suzie bucked and I used my other hand to rub the nub of her clit. She moaned "I think it's hitting my G spot, keep going in and out." She groaned and wailed. Gripping the base with my clenched fist I rammed the instrument in and out, in long hard thrusts. She bucked and jerked and rolled her hips. I started saying. "You like cock don't you? You love cock don't you?" Over and over. And she responded with. "Yes. Yes." Over and over. She forced her pelvic cage up with each thrust, screaming with excitement, until finally she came, in delicate short thrusts. She pulled me to her, we hugged and kissed each others cheeks. Within minutes we were both asleep. Kath ++++ I got into Bob's black saloon and relaxed into the substantial cream leather seat. We had left Beth and Suzie as Bob wanted to take me somewhere special and private. He had been so nice, courteous and considerate. He knew I loved my husband and family but still felt a need for adventure, which was why I was out dancing. I told him I didn't want a relationship and he accepted this. He said he preferred married women and that he had been married once but it never worked out, but wouldn't elaborate further. I think it was a painful subject. The car purred away through the town and out onto the country lanes. Bob didn't talk much but listened to me gabble on about mundane stuff. I looked up and caught him concentrating on the road ahead. He was tall about 6' 2" and was quite well built. He had obviously done some weight training. He was casually dressed in a white short sleeve shirt with black slacks and shoes. The most prominent feature on his rugged face was his large jaw line and chin. His eyes stared deeply as if investigating your soul, but when you stared into his they seemed shielded against intrusion. He turned off the road and took a side road into a wooded area. I was surprised as it was a placed that I used to come to, with my granddad when we would go on nature walks. In the dark near a copse, he stopped the car. The lights were still on and the engine ran. He unbuckled his seat belt and so did I as he turned towards me. "What now then mmmm?" He just stared at me, with blank expression that unnerved me. He stretched his hands to my right breast. "Feel your tits?" His language surprised me, as he had been the perfect gentleman but I thought, that might be what turns him on. "Or what about sucking me off?" He grabbed my hand and pushed it to pants below which was his flaccid cock. He had changed completely. He seemed to be a different person and had a silly smile on his face, as he stared past me. "What do you normally do with your men?" I couldn't tell if this was some kind of sex game or was he really sinister, whichever, it was a good act. "Tell me, how many times have you cheated on your husband?" His hand was rough on my breast. "Come on more than once. Ten? Twenty? How many?" His voice was calm, so I guessed this was what turned him on. So I answered. "How many times would you like me to have?" I smiled but he squeezed my breast harder. "How many? You tell me!" This was a command and he hurt. "You're hurting me." He eased off slightly. "Tell me!" he was insistent but not loud. "About five times, yes five times." I replied but added. " But I still love him." "Five times and you LOVE him. So if I stick my cock in your mouth and you kiss him later he'll love that will he?" This was not at all fun and made me squirm with discomfort. "No .... Well yes he'll love kissing me!" I replied. He smiled. I wanted to change the subject and I was about to tell him how well I knew the area when he shouted. "Shut the fuck up, you cheating bitch!" and punched me hard in the mouth. I was totally shocked and tentatively lifted my hand to my swelling mouth. I could feel blood trickling down my chin and tasted it in my mouth. "You cheating sick fuck!" He bellowed as his fist split my nose and eye. "Why don't you open your legs and show me your cunt you whore?" I had never experienced such anger and rage. He spat as he spoke and hurled degrading insults at me. He punched me in the side, I'm sure breaking a rib. I was so shocked I was paralysed. With his left forearm he pressed my throat and head back against the headrest, I tried to pull it away with both hands but to no avail and felt myself about to pass out. He forced his right arm under my skirt, and scratched my thighs as he tore my panties down. Kicking and struggling only made it easier for him. He then forced two fingers into me. I was dry, down there with the terror and he hurt me. He pulled his hand away scratching my thigh and smeared his fingers on my face, then punched the left side of my head with this same right hand. In doing that at least, he had released my throat and I coughed and gasped. He started to rant. "I had a dirty bitch like you, who fucked around behind my back and she deserves what's coming to you!" He reached to his back seat for what appeared to be a wooden cosh or truncheon, of some kind. "He doesn't know does he. Well He will when I've finished with you." I had come to my senses and saw my opportunity, through bleeding eyes. As he continued to stretch over to the back seat. I quietly opened the door. Immediately I elbowed him in the side of his big open jaw, and jumped out of the car, but not before he brought the truncheon down hard on my back. It hurt and knocked the wind out of me. I knew this was a fight for my life, the adrenalin stopped the pain. I clutched my bag and ran with one shoe flapping, as I couldn't shake it off, into the trees. I glanced behind. He was just getting out of the car - a big awkward man. I thanked God. I hopped, slowing down to release the shoe, tearing my stockings. Once off, I ran that much faster for all my life deep into the woods. Even through my broken nose I could smell the pine needles, reminding me of happy trips with granddad which were rined now by association. I knew that there was an area further into the wood, were I could hide, as long as HE wasn't aware of it. As I ran, instead of the soft undergrowth I would stand on something sharp, which would cause me to wince, but I dared not stop. I sped off the path and down into a dell. It was dark and I concentrated on watching the floor but smacked my head into an overhead branch and fell on my back, seeing stars inside my head. I crawled into bushes covering myself with undergrowth and dirt for camouflage, to remove the paleness of my face in the moonlight. I saw a torch beam bob unevenly up and down the path, which was above and to my side. The beam was strong and seemed to pierce the dark undergrowth. He stopped and listened, as I was still trying to bring my respiration under control. For the first time I started to weep quietly. I prayed to granddad for his help and begged forgiveness of God for all the cheating I had done. The beam flashed into my bushes, for what seemed longer than any of the others. I kept still even though I sobbed. I thought of the kids without me and sobbed. I thought of Rob without me and sobbed. "I know you're there. You whore." He bellowed, though the torch beam had moved on from my hiding place slightly. I was terrified but kept still, then I felt my bladder give way and I peed on my dress. I had to stay still but began shaking feeling freezing cold, though it wasn't a particularly cold night. He started to walk back and I breathed a sigh of relief but let out an involuntary whimper. He turned around and immediately left the path to walk in the underground. He flashed his torch into the underground and battered it down with the truncheon. I could see him darkly through the foliage and began to hyperventilate uncontrollably. I tried desperately to hold my breath knowing that if he heard me I was dead. He swivelled round in my direction as if he had heard something. I kept my eyes on his , hulking frame and large distorted jaw, as he slowly approached me. He stopped and listened once more. He began sniffing the air as he walked towards me. I was desperate and began to rummage in my bag for anything to help, begging granddad for assistance. Not even realising it, I was whispering for help. I found a metal nail file, which had a sharp point. What damage could it do? It was rather puny and he was huge. How had I fancied him? He was a brute. He began running and before I knew it the truncheon crashed down on my skull and yet again I saw stars, in deep blackness. I could not allow myself to succumb to oblivions call. I rolled back and he dived on me. I had enough presence of mind to clutch my bag and the nail file, in each hand. As I had fallen he forced my dress up and legs apart and seemed determined to force the truncheon inside me, roughly. I kicked and wriggled and he placed one huge hand on my pubic bone, as he tried with the other to push the wooden object into me. I was pinned down and could not get free. He bent his head, as he found my opening and looked up at me with a leery grin. I stabbed him through the eye. I punched with the nail file and turned it to cause maximum damage. He howled and clutched his face with both hands, as I rolled sideways and ran away. I jumped ran up and onto the path as fast as I could but it felt like running through porridge trying to make any headway. He was like a demon screaming and clutching his face but swinging his club, with fury and he was catching me. I ducked behind a large tree on his 'blind-side' and picked up a fallen log. I waited and as he came lumbering past, I swung the heavy log with both hands and hit him, full force on his oversized jaw. He looked shocked and I saw the bloodied eye as he fell back unconscious. I didn't stop to look back but ran towards his car. When I got there the lights were dimming but the engine was running. I jumped in and shakily reversed it up the path until I got onto the country road. I drove to the motorway, still shaking. Eventually I was stopped by the police. Beth ++++ I woke at noon and was in the kitchen when Suzie walked in scratching her head. She yawned and sat by the kitchen table. "You Ok?" I asked. She looked at me once then again as she understood to what I was refering. "Oh me? Yes I'm fine. But I've got one hell of a headache." "We went a bit over the top last night." I said feeling guilty. "We did? Yes I guess we did but I don't regret it. It was a blast." She smiled and began drinking the frothy cappuccino coffee I'd made her and licking the from her lips said. "Hmmmm! Wish this was cream-pie." I looked at her and we both laughed then I shook my head; she was irrepressible. The phone rang and it was Rob. "Hi Rob, how's things?" I said as pleasantly as possible. "I'm not very happy with you." He was sombre and plainly angry. "You want to know where Kathy is huh?" "Yes. Of course. What on Earth's wrong?" I was concerned and Suzie looked up, her face questioning. "She's in hospital. That's where because you let her go home alone." "But Rob I asked her not to go. You know Kath she's strong minded." I was concerned and needed to know what had happened. "What has happened?" He began sobbing on the phone and couldn't speak. I said. "Where are you now?" He mumbled that he was at home so I told him I'd be over to talk. ++++++++ He met me at the door and invited me in, his anger seemed to have subsided. "Where's the kids." I asked and he told me at his mothers'. He looked grey and deeply upset and he hadn't eaten. I made him a sandwich and cup of tea and sat down to find out what had happened. He explained that Kath, having felt sick, had been offered a lift home by this Bob character. I never reacted, as I wasn't sure what story she had told him. He continued and said that on the way home he had attacked her severely and that the police were charging him with attempted murder. He denied it and was going to sue for the loss of his right eye. The police however found a shed load of evidence to charge him. "I'm so upset. I can't believe I nearly lost her." He broke down again. Having heard the story and that Kath would recover in a few weeks, though she had a minor skull fracture, bruising and scratches, I explained how I had tried to pursued her not to go, but that she wouldn't listen. I felt so guilty that I knew she had left willingly with this guy, ready to cheat on Rob. Rob a great person who loved her so much. I asked if I could see her at the hospital and he said yes, as he was going to sleep, after being awake half the night. ++++++++ I drove to the hospital collecting a bunch of flowers en-route. When I arrived Kath was dozing and her face was heavily bruised. I was shocked at how bad she looked. I got a vase for the flowers and as I was about to leave she awoke and weakly called my name. "Hi!" I said. "How're you feeling?" "Like shit." She said. "What a bastard he turned out to be. Some great guy hey?" "What was his problem? Some sort of psycho?" She went on to explain that he had been twisted by a girl who had cheated on him some time ago and so was out to make an example of cheats generally. "Cheats like me! Or rather cheats like I used to be." I bit my lip understanding how she must be feeling. "I have hurt Rob terribly and couldn't ever do that again." She looked in my eyes. "As they say. I looked into the abyss, Beth and it wasn't pleasant. That guy wanted to kill me because I wanted sex with a man other than my husband. I thought I was just having fun but in fact illicit sex is like a time bomb. Eventually it goes off and somebody pays the price. You have to be careful Beth." I felt she was right, even if your husband wanted you to do it. It was better keeping it within the privacy of your bedroom and certainly dangerous with strangers even if the thrill was in that fact that they were strangers. Anton, Raul the groper last night. "I know but its like a drug, it becomes addictive." I said honestly. "Yes well I'm in rehab from now on, I never want this to happen again and will never tell Rob about the other episodes. I couldn't bare to lose him." She was getting upset so I changed the subject and we talked until 'visiting time' ended. I kissed her cheek and looked at her swollen discoloured face. I promised to come as often as I could and she said she would be out in a few days. As I was leaving the hospital I phoned Sam and told him what had happened. He was severely shocked and kept asking how I was. I explained I was not involved but that didn't appease him. I think personally he was feeling guilty for suggesting I get 'fixed up' in the first place. I told him I was ok but that the incident had shocked and frightened me. He did have some good news. He was offered the job during the interview. His c.v. being 'outstanding' their words and he was to start in three months. So that was it we would be moving back to the North, probably never to see our friends again. It was a new start, so we could put the past, pleasures and upsets behind us, or could we .....