I Know Her So Well

Cheating/cuck, group, anal, interracial, watching.

*

Naomi and I have been going out for about nine months. I’m Jamie, divorced, and she’s widowed. Now we’re approaching forty, I suppose we’re a bit old to be calling ourselves boyfriend / girlfriend. I’d like us to live together but she has a daughter at university. Wants to keep ‘the family home’ as it is, until her daughter flies the nest. Makes sense, so we see mostly each other weekends.

Our sex life is a little unusual. After one week she gave me full oral; her first time. She was naïve and I wondered what she’d got up to with her late husband. I had lots of porn clips on my computer, so I spent a couple of evenings sorting them into categories. Then introduced her to, shall we say, non-standard sex. I was blasé about it, implying every woman indulged, she’d just been leading a sheltered life. Soon she got the hang of it. Better, she got good at it.

So what’s unusual about that? Naomi had never done anything except straight missionary position. There can’t be many English women who get to their late thirties and have never had a bloke go down on them. Seems her old man had very Victorian attitudes.

Their marriage had been arranged, a family agreement anyway, and he only had sex sufficient to get her pregnant the once. Then, in an amazing display of ignorance, he walked out when the baby was not the son he’d ordered. Not long after that, he dropped dead of a stroke. We started dating and I brought her into the real world.

I persuaded Naomi to try everything and she went for it enthusiastically. She swallowed, let me withdraw from her cunt and finish in her mouth, and soon we got to anal. She watched my videos and queried arse to mouth. I assured her we would get into a rhythm and do when she was ’empty’. Or she could prepare with an enema.

She was relieved when I told her porn models applied lubrication first, which wasn’t usually shown. The first time we tried it, I proceeded slowly, teaching her to open and push against me at the moment of penetration. She took to it like a duck to water, and soon she could take it with no more lube than a gob of spit, or the juice from her cunt.

Naomi once told me her husband was the only man she had ever had sex with. And then less than a dozen times in total! There are few things more satisfying than to hear questions like: ‘I swallowed it all, was that right?’ I taught her nearly everything. The only thing she wasn’t sure about was fucking other guys; with or without me watching. Pity, I’ve always been a voyeur.

Naomi is gorgeous, a genuine head-turner. Brown eyes and brown hair. The latter in a shoulder-length style similar to Rita Hayworth in ‘Gilda’. When the sun catches it at the right angle, there’s a tint of auburn. She’s just over five foot tall, and very slim. She complains she’d like bigger breasts, but I love them as they are. They’re like a thirteen year old’s, but with a woman’s nipples. I told her big ones are fine bouncing along the beach, but in bed many men prefer smaller ones.

She liked drinking, but had a low tolerance to alcohol. She’d barely been old enough to drink when she got married, and her husband had not allowed it. Her claiming wine made her thirsty didn’t help, and rapidly pushed her over the edge. The upside was the sex was even wilder when she’d had a few. Though she didn’t remember much the following day.

Naomi seemed to be aware of what was happening when we were doing the dirty, yet recalled little or nothing. It didn’t bother her; she just smiled and said ‘I hope I had a good time!’. I just hoped her memory lapses were not symptoms of something more serious.

Now I come to think about it, our current situation may have begun at Bill’s house-warming. We’d both had a few. It was getting late and Christine, Bill’s wife, collared me in the kitchen. She’d been flirting from the moment we arrived. I’ve known Bill since uni, but never liked Christine much. We danced a few times, and it was nice to feel her tits pushed into me, but they were a bit big for my taste.

“So Naomi picked you then?”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s beautiful. Could have had any man she wanted. She was beating them off with a stick after the funeral. Not a very big stick apparently. You’ve landed on your feet there; if you can manage to keep up with her.”

I didn’t have to put up with this kind of sarcastic insinuation. We were the only ones in the kitchen so I thought it best to stop this bitchiness in its tracks.

“It so happens that Naomi and I got together barely three months after her husband’s death. If you’re implying she had loads of men in that time, you’re misinformed.”

“Well, I never said all at the same time!”

That was her parting shot and she flounced out, oozing jealousy. I decided to get Naomi home. She’d be drunk by now anyway. In the lounge, there were a few women chatting on the settee. Pretty knees and thighs on display and a couple of knicker flashes. Most of the guys were in the garden smoking; not allowed to in the new house. Suddenly there was a loud screech from upstairs.

“Come on!”

I went up to find two women banging on the bathroom door. One was crouched up, gripping her crotch through her jeans. She turned to me saying: “Oh good, it’s you Jamie. Naomi’s fallen asleep on the loo!”

“Go down and get Bill would you?” said the other. “I think there’s a way of opening this door from the outside. Needs a screwdriver or something.”

I went back down and found him.

“No problem mate. You could have done it yourself with a coin. It was designed for this kind of situation. You know, for kids — when we have them.”

But when we got to the top of the stairs, the women had gone, presumably into the bathroom, and Naomi was slumped against the wall.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I must have nodded off.”

“No harm done.” said Bill.

“Come on babe, let’s get you home.”

I never gave it another thought. Naomi fell asleep again in the taxi. And once we were in bed, she was too drunk for sex. Next morning, she had no recollection of any of it. This blackout business was worrying, but it did give me an idea. Not one I’m particularly proud of.

On Thursday at work, my boss got invited to a Saturday evening event. But his wife was ill and he didn’t want to go on his own. Hs called the customer who was happy for me to take his place, and invite a partner of course.

“It’s only fair that you should get some perks. You did most of the work, so you’ll know more of their people.”

I was hardly about to disagree. It was to be held in the grounds of some stately home. There would be a marquees and a free bar. The costume theme was The Roaring Twenties, and attendees were to dress appropriately.

Straight after work, I met Naomi at the hire shop. I went for the white gangster suit with matching shoes, a white felt fedora and tie. I already had a black shirt. Naomi chose a short black flared dress with sequins, and a sparkly headband with black feather. She already had suspender belt, seamed stockings, and matching frilly panties. I had no doubt the sexy undies would be carelessly on display after her third glass of wine. But who cared?

We drove over on Saturday afternoon, got settled into a nearby hotel, and asked them to book us a taxi.

“We have someone else staying here who’s also going to that event.” said the receptionist. “They haven’t booked a taxi yet, would it be all right if they shared yours?”

“Sure, why not?”

She called their room and they were delighted. We all met in the bar, resplendent in our outfits. I wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be. Top hat? He looked more like a wedding guest. His wife had already downed a few glasses of wine, and was dressed as a flapper girl, like Naomi. But she didn’t carry it off as well. She was top heavy and girls seemed to have smaller busts in those days.

Fantastic strong legs though, and a shorter dress than Naomi’s. Thighs designed for crushing, rather than dancing the Charleston. ‘Built for comfort, not for speed!’ as my boss used to say. When we piled into the taxi, the guy had to sit in front, refusing to take his topper off. I was not complaining, wedged between two be-stockinged flappers.

His chubby wife didn’t mind when the taxi lurched, and I ‘accidentally’ squeezed her leg. In fact, checking Naomi couldn’t see us in the dark, she pushed my hand up between her thighs. She was wearing a small g-string, and I could tell she was shaved under there. That, and their combined perfumes gave me a rush. This promised to be a good night. We lost them soon after we arrived. Pity really. Someone was going to up there before the night was over.

The bigger marquee was traditional blue and white stripes. Seating inside, and a free bar. Nearby, a smaller red striped marquee sheltered the band, who were decked out in red striped blazers and playing an old fashioned trad jazz set. But the centrepiece was the dance area. A huge, parquet floor; presumably pegged into the grass.

Everyone had made an effort to get into the spirit of things. Lots more striped blazers and straw boaters. And more short dresses and black stockings than I’ve ever seen in one place. I’ve always said fancy dress is worth two drinks, when it comes to losing inhibitions. Every woman had a go at Black Bottom style dancing. Lots of high kicks with associated squeals, and deliberate flashing undies.

Then, the heavens opened and everyone ran for cover. There was a crush in the marquee as we crammed into the bar. The smaller one kept the band relatively dry, so they kept on playing. Very Titanic! Then, a load of female revellers returned to the floor and continued dancing, getting thoroughly soaked. They shrieked even louder when one of their number fell onto the wet floor; legs splayed and little black undies on show.

I went to the toilets, leaving Naomi dancing. Both urinals were occupied so I went in a stall. Two guys left, and I heard two more come in.

“You’re never going to believe what happened.”

“Go on.”

“Accounts made me sign for five thousand pounds to pick up the wine from the wholesaler. We have an account, but they’d offered a big cash discount. When I came to pay, I found five thousand, five hundred in the envelope.”

“They’re hopeless in Accounts. You keep it. They’ll never know it’s missing. Don’t bank it though, just in case.”

I was ready to leave but waited, as I didn’t want them to know the ‘theft’ had been overheard.

“I know who I’d like to spend it on. That flapper girl.”

“They’re all flapper girls!”

“The little one with the gangster in the white suit.”

I grinned.

“Her? She’s got no tits!”

“I know, that’s why I fancy her!”

“Well go and talk to them. They might be into sharing.”

“Tempting. Maybe I will.”

I opened the door a crack to identify Naomi’s admirer. Grey pinstripe suit and spats.

I rejoined the throng. The rain was easing, but the parquet floor was slippery. As I reached my target in spats, Naomi fell over with a scream. Her legs flew into the air, displaying her stockings and lacy undies. I thought the wine was probably as much to blame as the wet floor. Camel toes look even better when they’re wet.

There was a communal grunt from the watching guys and a laughing ‘Ooh!’ from the girls. Her French knickers had ridden up, forming a wedgie, and were now see-through. She slid towards us, a puddle of water pooling around her crotch, a nest of pubic hair, each side of the wedgie. The effect could not have been sexier if she’d been naked.

Her admirer shot forward and grabbed her arm as she skidded to a halt. He got her to her feet and I could see she was nearly out of it. She held onto him to stop from falling again, pushing her titties into his bicep and giggling. Her legs buckled and he gently lowered her onto a chair, then he turned to speak to me.

“I don’t suppose…?”

It was now or never. I looked him in the eye.

“Got a car?” I asked.

“And a driver.”

“Got five hundred pounds?”

To his credit, he didn’t even flinch.

“I could lay my hands on four hundred.”

“I need you to do a little job for me. A lift to the Forester’s Hotel. And help checking under her knickers, in case she damaged anything.”

“I want her cunt and her arse.”

“Her arse puts it up to five. And I get to watch.”

At the hotel, his driver waited in the car. He laid Naomi face down on the bed, unzipped her dress, and tugged it off along with her dripping panties. He put a bundle of notes on the bedside table and stripped off his clothes. He had a decent sized boner, similar to mine. His dick seemed to grow another inch as he thumbed her buttocks open and stared at her tiny rosebud.

“Lovely arse!”

The guy’s name was Saul. He rolled her onto her back and gasped as her breasts did not move. His dick jumped up again. All right, maybe bigger than mine. He massaged her tiny buds, then kissed her. We were both delighted when she responded with reciprocal tongue action.

He moved down to her nipples and sucked. She winced as he bit one too hard, but put a hand on the back of his head, pushing him down. Her suspender belt and stockings were soaking, but he wanted to leave them on. Naomi moaned when he slipped a finger into her cunt.

“I’ll fetch some lubricant for her arse.” I offered.

When I returned, he had two fingers wriggling up there. He removed them and put them in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open briefly as she sucked. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and parted her vulva. She whispered ‘Yes!’. I quickly undressed. Saul slid into her, and Naomi’s hands pulled him down for more open-mouth kissing. He ploughed roughly in, ramming her much harder than I do.

Naomi gripped his buttocks and dug her nails in, pulling him deeper. Her eyes shot open and she shouted ‘Oh! Oh!’ as her climax arrived. I confess to feeling a bit jealous. Drunk or sober, she had never climaxed that quickly with me. Still, she thought it was me.

She arched her back, and pulled his buttocks so hard her fingers went white. They both grunted and she collapsed. Saul withdrew, still throbbing.

“Now I want her arsehole!” Saul told me.

He squeezed some lube onto two fingers, pushed them up her anus. She smiled, eyes closed, as he shoved them all the way to the last knuckle. His thumb moved across her clit like windscreen wipers. Saul pulled his fingers out, and wiped them on her wet knickers.

“I’ll keep these.”

I nodded. They weren’t worth five hundred pounds.

He spread lube on his dick, which somehow contrived to look even bigger. Then positioned it at the entrance to her greasy hole, and told her to bring her knees together, he obviously wanted it to be tighter. I was fascinated, as she obeyed. She could hear and respond, but would forget.

“How do you want me to do this?” he asked her. “Gentle and romantic like a lover? Or hard enough to hurt you?”

She didn’t even think about it.

“Fuck my arsehole hard as you can!”

He roughly shoved his dick all the way up there. As his balls slapped against her buttocks, her head shot back and she screamed ‘Ow!’. Saul fucked her like a man who hated her. He forced her knees back to her chest, her tits squashed into her ribs and she gasped for breath. I noticed eight red arcs on his buttocks where she’d dug her nails in.

It was the most painful looking fuck I’d seen. Naomi moved her hands to her own buttocks, pulling them apart. It only lasted ten more minutes. She pulled him down for more kissing, which triggered his climax. He lifted his head for a final ‘Argh!’ and finished. As he shot his load, she was weeping softly, more pleasure than pain.

I stared at his twitching balls and throbbing dick, as he emptied into her bowels. Her cries died away and turned to ‘mm, mm’. He pulled out as roughly as he’d entered, wiped his dick on her dirty panties and pocketed them. A stream of cum puddled onto the duvet.

He turned back at the door.

“That’s the best arse fuck I’ve had. And you reckon in the morning, she’ll think it was you?”

“That’s right.”

“You’re a mug then.”

He left. Who cared what he thought? I wanted that arse while it was still dripping. I fucked her too, sloppy seconds. It was fantastic; anal sex always is.

Next day, as expected, Naomi knew nothing about our visitor. She recalled falling over and not much else. She thought we came back to the hotel in a taxi.

“God, you must have given my bottom a good seeing to last night, you animal! It’s still running down my legs!”

I noticed it was back to being called her bottom now. Last night it had been ‘Fuck my arsehole as hard as you can!’.

“Have you seen my knickers? They’re my best pair.”

“Sorry babe, I have a confession. We got started in the taxi and left them there. The driver is probably sniffing them this morning! I’ll buy you some new ones.”

So, I’d always wanted to watch another man give her a good shafting, and now it had happened. I loved it, but she says she’s still considering it. I decide to keep quiet about the money. I might be behaving like a pimp, but she’s no whore. A bit sluttish when drunk, but no whore.

*

Naomi works in the sales department of a large company and, in the spring, they land their biggest ever overseas contract. A Friday night party is organised, to be held on their premises. They have a bar and a massive conference room. I am not invited. It will just be sales staff, management, and some of their clients from Dubai.

We have a little kiss in the company carpark. Only a peck as she has lipstick on.

“OK, you go and have fun.”

I go round to the passenger side, and open the door. Wonderful flash of those slim legs as she gets out. She’s wearing a cocktail dress which flares from her tiny waist. A classic little black dress I suppose, except it’s a rich burgundy colour. Black hold-up stockings under it.

“Thanks for running me here Jamie. Your car’s to be running better.”

“Yeah, I got all the problems fixed,”

“It’s a pity we aren’t allowed to invite partners.”

“No problem, babe. Feel free to flirt a little, but don’t drink too much and fall asleep in toilets!”

“I’ll be careful. You’ll be here at eleven to pick me up?”

“Of course.”

She runs up the steps, and two security guards open the doors for her.

Cars are already leaving when I get there at five to eleven. By ten past, there’s no sign of her and all is quiet. Twenty past, I’m about to go looking when two women come out, one of them in a short cocktail dress and staggering somewhat. Naomi has overdone it again.

The other is taller, shoulder-length fair hair, and a long white dress. They melt into the shadows and Naomi disappears behind the blonde. It looks like they’re kissing. I can’t believe my eyes. She’s never shown any bi-sexual tendencies. I lower the window for a better view. No doubt about it, that’s a long kiss. I get a hard-on as a hand, clad in a long white sleeve, drops to the hem of Naomi’s dress. It moves, unhindered, up between her legs.

It disappears. I’m not sure what to do. The last thing I need is for them to take off somewhere. She might even think that’s me kissing her. But now the hand is removed and her dress falls back into place. Naomi stumbles on the top step. The blonde jumps forward to steady her. Another surprise. Not a long white dress, an Arab robe. Not blonde hair, a head-dress. I get out as they approach.

“You must be Jamie.” says her dark helper.

“And you must be some randy Saudi, who’s been kissing her and feeling her up!”

“That’s correct.”

I’m taken aback by his brazen admission. But women are probably second-class citizens to him. Especially western women in short dresses. I bundle Naomi onto the back seat, and lie her down. He stands next to me, blatantly looking up her dress. Hardly surprising, I am too.

“I want to fuck her, but she said she must go home with you. You are a lucky man.”

“I guess so.”

“I will pay you a thousand pounds to fuck her. Another five hundred to fuck her ass. Cash.”

Naomi has increased in value since the Twenties party! And it’s pay me cash, not her. I have nearly enough money for the kitchen extension, and a decision to make.

“Two thousand for her arse. You fuck her at my house, and you only have one hour.”

“Agreed. I will need you stop at a cashpoint. And when I am done with her, I need you call a taxi.”

When he’s done with her.

“Deal.”

I wonder if I could have got more.

We stop off at an ATM and drive on to my place, where he supports Naomi, with one hand, the other passing me her panties. I’d heard the activity in the back, but thought it was kissing. Her panties are wet again. Still, I like her to get excited; even if she doesn’t realise who’s making her that way. We go inside and he dumps her on the settee.

“I hope she is not unconscious.”

“No. She will participate willingly. She just won’t remember much in the morning.”

“Excellent. In a few weeks, I will not remember her.”

The Arab, I never do get his name, drags her forward until her arse is over the edge of the settee. He removes his robe. There’s no sign of any underwear, but I can’t see his dick yet. Probably not much to see, he’s quite short. He places a cushion under each knee and tells Naomi to put her hands behind her knees and lift them back to her shoulders.

This is almost a replay of Saul. Once they reach her face, she pulls them apart without being told. He places his thumbs either side of her vagina, and opens her lips wide. He does it with such force, it looks wider than it is long. That must hurt, but she doesn’t notice, just moans.

“Good. Small, and pink. She will enjoy this very much.”

His dick springs into view, big and black. Yet another ‘helper’ who’s bigger than me. It’s a good nine inches long, and the last three curve back towards his belly. There’s no build up. He begins fucking. He’s gripping the tops of her thighs with such force; I suspect there will be bruising. As each thrust hits its limit, Naomi grunts. I can’t imagine how she’ll take this up her arse; it’ll split her in two.

He plunges into her faster and harder, and her grunts become louder. He hasn’t even taken her dress off. Without slowing down, he leans forward and kisses her. She opens wide and tries to swallow his tongue. Then he leans away from her, whips his dick out and stands up. One of her shoes falls off.

She leans forward and opens her mouth eagerly. One hand clenches his penis, barely getting all the way round, and the other cups his balls. He pushes down and shoots his load into her mouth. For the most part his aim is perfect. Four long strings of semen splash onto Naomi’s tongue. As his dick droops, two final spurts ooze down the shaft.

“Wipe that off.” he says, admiring his handiwork.

She obediently slips a finger under it and slides it up to her mouth, scooping the cum in. Without being told, she rolls it around her tongue, so he can see it. Finally, she swallows, and closes her eyes.

“I thought you wanted her arse.”

“I do. But I have only been here fifteen minutes; you said one hour. Plenty of time for her ass.”

It was certainly going to hurt her, even if he couldn’t get it all in. He puts a bundle of notes on the table. Shit, I’d almost forgotten that! I tuck in my pocket.

He sits next to her and tells her to kneel on the cushions. Again, without prompting, she starts to lick his cock. The curved monster is sticky and shiny with their combined juices and she goes at it with relish.

The Arab pulls her face all the way down till her nose touches his black curly pubes. She starts to make vomit noises and her belly contracts.

“Do NOT gag!” he orders. “Breathe through your nose and take it all down your throat.”

She obeys, and goes very calm. Strings of spit ooze from her lips. He lifts her head and stares in her face.

“You know I am going to fuck your ass hard, don’t you? And it’s going to hurt and make you scream.”

“Yes.”

“Well, if I am going to give your ass a good time, it is only right you should do the same for me.”

“All right.”

“I will lift my legs and you will lick it.”

Naomi’s speaking to him — coherently! How can she possibly not remember this in the morning? It’s as though he’s hypnotised her. He pulls his legs up, mimicking her position. Naomi licks his massive black balls, then holds his hardening dick against to his belly. Then she takes each of them into her mouth and sucks them, gives them a last kiss goodbye, then starts the short journey to his arse.

I’ve seen women do this in porn movies; it’s called rimming. Never fancied it myself. Then again, I’ve never seen it done as enthusiastically as Naomi goes at it. I zoom in, excited and disgusted at the same time. She drags him open and sticks her tongue in.

“Mmm, good little whore. Now push a finger in.”

She holds his buttocks apart with one hand, licks the forefinger of the other, and slides it into his anus. Now, she removes her finger, studies it. Next, she spits on two fingers and shoves them both in. She frigs him hard and strokes his cock with her other hand. The Arab reaches down and grips her wrist tightly. He shoves her stiff fingers deep into his arsehole, and she’s clearly wriggling them around up there. Then he lets go and she withdraws her fingers.

She looks up, and grins at him like a naughty schoolgirl, pushes them into her mouth and sucks. I can see her throat bobble as she swallows.

“Now get your arsehole up here, where it belongs.”

“Facing you?” she asks playfully.

“No, back to me of course. I do not want your smelly mouth near me.”

She straddles his thighs, leans away from him and pulls open her buttocks.

Naomi’s tiny hole slowly engulfs his dick. She makes no noise as he slides past her sphincter; just holds her breath. Her thigh muscles tremble with the effort of keeping herself upright. Just as she reaches the point of no return, the bastard pulled her hips down. Her arse sinks down his huge shaft, and she screams, just as he predicted.

She continues to cry in pain, long gasping sobs. It’s hardly surprising. His cock is all the way up there, curve and all. It must be almost touching her kidneys. She hangs her head, still sobbing and looks at what she’s done. His huge black balls are bulging fit to burst just below her pubic hair. She shoves down with her feet and lifts herself up.

He turns and speaks to me.

“Some Muslim women do this so their virginity remain intact. Most do not enjoy it. Your women are different. They do it because they love it. And they do it with anyone. Because they are animals. I will demonstrate.”

Naomi is still crying from the extreme anal invasion, and he yanks her hair till her head flops back on his shoulder. Then mutters in her ear.

“Am I hurting your ass?”

“Yes!”

“Would you like to stop, and get off me?”

“No, fuck me.”

“Because…?”

“Because I’m a filthy slut!”

He looks at me again.”

He grips Naomi’s waist and she starts rising and falling on his prodigious cock. I don’t know whether he’s forcing her, or whether she’s doing it of her own accord. Not that it matters now. Tears roll down her red cheeks and she’s going ‘ugh! ugh!’ on each descent. But after a couple of minutes, she gets into a rhythm. Now, she’s not only going at it faster and faster, but getting all the way down.

There’s no doubt she’s enjoying it. Her arse is pistoning up and down and her face is screwed up tight. Now she’s gasping ‘Yes!’ on every down stroke. He lifts her off, rolls her over and forces her to her knees again. She slumps forward over the settee and he pounds into her. Naomi’s knees are on the carpet and getting as red as her buttocks, but she doesn’t notice.

His dick is incredibly thick, and he’s shoving it into her so hard, her arse is puckering alarmingly every time he draws back, like a series of prolapses. When he does that, he comes most of the way out. Despite the pace he’s going at, I can see part of the curve every time. He drives even deeper into her; his balls bulging. She groans ‘ow! ow!’ on every thrust.

Into the finishing straight now he stands up, squatting over her as delivers the final painful thrusts. At last, it’s over. His massive balls twitch as he discharges into her arse. The Arab’s so far into her, I imagine she must be able to taste it. He withdraws slowly and we both watch his white spunk start to leave her swollen little hole.

“Reach back and catch it bitch.” he instructs her.

Yet again Naomi does more than she’s told. She not only catches his sperm, but scoops up a palm full and transfers it to her mouth. Despite this being his second load, there’s a lot, and she slurps it down greedily.

“Now turn around and sit. You know what to do.”

Naomi reaches out with one hand and grips him firmly by his still throbbing balls, opens her mouth wide, and engulfs it. I can see her cheeks moving as she sucks him, and her throat gulping, as the last drops go down. At last, she removes it and smiles up at him. While she cleans herself up in the bathroom, I call him a taxi. As I count the money, he peels off another five fifties.

“For a new dress.” he explains, and leaves.

That night I settle for a blowjob, and cum almost immediately. I figure her other orifices have had enough. Next morning I quiz her about what she recalls.

“You picked me up from the party and brought me home.”

“And?”

“And you gave me the biggest arse fuck of my life. You dirty bastard. I’m still sore!”

And now it’s three months later. There have been no other partners, and we’re getting ready for a birthday party. Nicole is married to a black guy called Chris. I’ve met them a few times. He has loads of brothers and cousins.

“I need to talk to you before we go.” says Naomi. “I’ve a lot to tell you.”

We sat down.

“Straight to the point then. All those years, waiting for a divorce, my husband abused me. Verbally, not sexually. I’ve had a lifetime of feeling skinny, unattractive, and worthless. Sadly, I got used to it.”

“Go on.”

“When he died, those feelings lingered, but I discovered men taking an interest in me. I’d practically been under lock and key, when married. I wondered if perhaps I was not so ugly after all. I had an electrician in, to install a new cooker, and we ended up fucking on my dining table.”

“He didn’t know me, and just used me. Problem was, I’d always been used was used, so it seemed normal. But I’d never felt that kind of excitement before, a man really fucking me, and I loved it. Susan was away at uni, so I started going to clubs. I lost my inhibitions. I know this will upset you, but I had sex almost every time.”

Suddenly, Christine’s comments about her beating men off with a stick, begin to make sense.

“Where?”

“Up against a wall, in an alley, some bloke’s car. In my pussy and mouth!”

“How many?”

“There are four nightclubs round here, and I went to each of them three times. So about ten times. I also had a taxi driver, and the electrician of course.”

“God! I thought I was your second!”

“But I was scared I’d get a reputation, or a disease, so I stopped. Then you came; the first man to show me respect. You gave me my first oral, and my first real orgasm.”

Well, that was something!

“Then you started showing me other possibilities. But anal worried me. I thought it would hurt too much. I wanted to please you, but decided to draw the line there. Then we went to Bill’s house-warming.”

“You didn’t fall asleep on the toilet then?”

“No. I was getting used to alcohol by then, and you were dancing with another woman. A guy asked me for a slow dance, and I was flattered. Then he grabbed my bottom. I told him to stop, but I’d never been to a house party before, and he said everyone did this. He said you had your hand in some woman’s knickers. I tried to look, but the lights were dim and I couldn’t see you.”

“I wasn’t doing any such thing.”

“I believe you, but he stepped away to let me find you, and I thought he must be telling the truth. I thought maybe everybody behaved like that at parties. I still couldn’t spot you anywhere, and he said you were fucking someone’s wife in a spare room. He kissed me and told me what a fabulous bottom I had. Then took me upstairs. We went in the toilet and had anal sex.”

“Jesus!”

“The thing is, it sounds stupid now I say it, but I thought if I didn’t like it, I would never do it again. But if I did, I’d pretend you were the first. It hurt, but I loved it. You and I didn’t do it that night as his cum was still in me!”

The penny drops.

“Then you suggested we involve other men, and again I was unsure. I was curious to try it, but without committing myself. The Twenties night was the perfect opportunity.”

“Of course. I see that now.”

“But you should have seen it then, Jamie. You think I’m naïve, and you’re right, but so are you. Two glasses of wine is no longer enough to knock me out. My falling over was because the floor was slippery. But I wasn’t that drunk, and was stunned when you asked that guy for money. What made you think he’d pay so much?”

“Well I… ”

“No, don’t tell me, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I loved Saul’s rough anal sex. I just wish you’d joined in. I always imagined involving another man would mean me fucking two at once. If you didn’t want to fuck me, you should have let his driver have a go! I do love having sex with you, you are so considerate. We really make love, and it’s beautiful. But with other guys, I just want a hard fucking!”

“Same with the Arab?”

“Yes. That night, I’d only had two glasses of red, the stumble was fake. I wanted to see if you’d get enthusiastic about participating. But all you did was watch and take money again! I couldn’t say anything because I was pretending to be out of it. And when he’d gone, you only wanted a blowjob; I wanted my arse reaming again! What that Arab did to me, demoted Saul to second best fuck. Sorry but you’re third at present.”

“I thought anal would hurt you too much.”

“I know you did. It’s that kind of consideration that I love you for. But that night I wanted to be hurt! I’m a whore!”

“You are not a whore!”

“Of course I am. Going to clubs with no knickers on, and fucking the first bloke who buys me a drink.”

“No. You didn’t get paid.”

“Whores often don’t, their pimps take it. But that Arab paid you a lot. So, now I need to know if this is about the money. I thought you wanted me to please you.”

“I do You do.. Getting cash was just the icing on the cake. I’m not rich; it would be stupid to turn it down.”

“Well it seems to me, you brought me a long way down this road, but now I’m overtaking you.”

“How do you mean?”

“Nicole has a guest room and its door locks. She’s arranged that I can fuck four of Chris’s black cousins and friends. We can stop overnight, and have another session in the morning. But only if you agree.”

“You organised it without telling me?”

“My ex controlled every aspect of my life. Now I need to be treated like a slut, which is better when you’re there as a safety net. But if I can only have sex with other men when you arrange it, you’re as controlling as he was. Yes, I did this without telling you. Like you organised Saul and the Arab, without telling me. Sorry, but there are times when I need to be abused, and not always by you.”

“So what’s the plan for tonight?”

“I want a gangbang, and I want you join in.”

“I may let you down; they’ll all be hung like donkeys.”

“Don’t be silly. I don’t want them because they’ll be bigger than you. I love your penis. I want them because they’re different. Anyway. I’ve never had a black man.”

“And if I don’t like the idea?”

“Then we don’t go to the party. You are more important to me, than acting out my fantasies. If this is not what you want, then we don’t do it.”

When she came out of the bedroom, she was in a red top, with frills at the bust, making it less obvious that she was braless. Her knee-length tartan skirt was pleated.

“I expected you to be in a short mini with stockings!”

“No, this needs to be a reasonable length.” She lifted the skirt; no underwear. “I don’t want everybody to know.”

“You’ve shaved!”

“My black fans have been told there may be a session. This is what they requested. I’ve also had an enema and thoroughly oiled my bum.”

“Have you met these guys?”

“I know Karl vaguely, but not the others. Two, Jimmy and Mick, are visiting from Swindon. I’ve never set eyes on them. The group session begins about nine thirty. Parents with kids will have left by then.”

“What does Nicole’s husband think about all this?”

“He has a lower tolerance to alcohol than I ever did. He’ll be out of it long before nine. Nicole might join us.”

They have a large house, and it’s filling up when we arrive. The furniture has been taken out of the lounge and the carpet rolled back. Four black teenage girls are gyrating to the music. The scent of their sweaty bodies gives me an instant tingle. Pheromones, I guess. After the usual hugs and air kisses, we’re led to a large bowl of punch; I notice none of the kids are allowed any.

Nicole slips me a key.

“You up for this?”

“I certainly am.”

“Should be quite a fuckfest. I’ve had some of them, and they’ll go at least twice each!”

Around eight fifteen we’re approached by two black guys.

“Hi, I’m Jimmy. We’re supposed to have a private party.”

We shake hands. Jimmy wastes no time explaining he has to take his’ little brother’, actually he’s eighteen, to a pop concert. Would it be ok if he has his share now? And by the way, his brother is a virgin, so could we teach him?

Naomi and I whisper agreement. Jimmy was going to fuck her anyway. She’s really looking forward to taking on two black cocks, so why not?

We lock ourselves in the guest room and she strips off. We kiss, I play with her breasts and nipples, then we demonstrate the sixtynine position across the width of the bed. She kneels on top of me and licks my cock. They walk from one side of the bed to the other. First watching her mouth, then studying her cunt as I finger it, and suck her clitoris. I do a few strokes up her cunt, then her arse, just to show off her skills.

That sequence is then repeated with Jimmy doing the honours. Then our virgin steps up and shows us what he’s learned. Finally, I sit close to the bed and watch the two black guys fuck her properly. I tell them there’s one stipulation. Wherever they are when it’s time to get their rocks off, they must cum in her mouth. When she has the gangbang, we want her orifices relatively clean.

Soon she’s on her hands and knees on the bed, being spitroasted. Jimmy’s penis is a good eight inches long and his brother’s isn’t far behind. He isn’t crazy about anal, but loves swapping with Jimmy, from doggy style up her cunt, to her mouth. Her body quivers as they bang into both ends simultaneously. Then Jimmy removes his dick from her cunt and plunges into her arsehole, thumbing her buttocks wide and pistoning like a machine. Naomi makes loud moans of pleasure.

“On your back.” he tells his brother, removing his still throbbing dick. It glistens with lube and anal juices. The boy shuffles across the bed so his knees hang off the end and Naomi lowers her cunt over his cock. She leans down for a spit-swapping kiss. Her little cunt stretches round his black wet cock. Naomi pulls her arse cheeks open.

“Come on Jimmy, don’t make me beg for it!”

He gets his knees inside all four thighs and rams his dick in as hard as he can. She cries out, but it sounds more like ‘Yeah!’ than ‘Ow!’ I know this is what she’s longed for. It must be tighter than ever, with another dick up her cunt. Soon he shoots his load up her arse, and steps back. The youngster on his back is still going strong. I take a closer look. I’ve seen porn films where cum trickles from a woman’s anus, but nothing like this.