Xmas Night Out
written by:
tony090909

"Well Karen you've got another admirer."

"What do you mean?" I asked warily, replacing my coffee on the table. I was at my local gym having the usual coffee and chat with my friends after one of our regular workouts.

This was a more relaxed conversation than usual because the gym was quiet and there were only three of us - myself, the manageress Denise and my best friend Jayne.

If there had been anyone else present I don't think Denise would have risked teasing me in the way she did. It turned out that the young man who had been in the gym earlier had discretely asked her who the attractive young woman on the cross trainer was. When Denise had told him that the "young" woman was called Karen and she was actually fifty years old it seems he had taken some convincing that was true.

Of course secretly I was flattered, but I played it down and told Jayne that I was old enough to be his mother.

"That's true," she said. "Steve's only twenty two, but he was genuinely impressed with you. Tony had better watch out, you're fast becoming the pin-up girl of the gym."

This was a reference to the fact that Denise and Jayne reckoned that two of the men in our friendship group had the hots for me. I always ignored that suggestion, but secretly I thought it was true.

I knew quite a few people at the gym, but the core of our little group was eight women and three men. All of the men were married and in their fifties. One of them, Carl, had never bothered me. Stuart did seem quite keen on me, but he was a bit of a bruiser and in many ways he wasn't my sort of person. Having said that I have to admit that he had a certain rough charm and could be quite a laugh.

That left Alan who was two years older than me and had aged rather well. Fortunately for him he was one of those men, like Sean Connery, who looked more distinguished as they grew older.

Denise and Jayne certainly teased me about how Alan fancied me and I always denied that was the case. But last week I had got clear evidence that he did. I go to the gym every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning and when we were having coffee after the Wednesday morning session Alan was there and I had mentioned that my husband Tony was working away until late on Friday.

There's nothing unusual in that as he's a surveyor and his work regularly takes him to different parts of the country. I got a text from Alan on Thursday morning asking if I was at home. Rather naively I simply said yes and he immediately replied inviting himself round for a coffee.

Of course I might have been reading too much into it, but I was pretty certain that if I invited him round he would hit on me. So I replied saying I had a bad headache and couldn't see him.

I hadn't dared mention this to Tony, not because I thought he would be angry, but just the opposite - I thought it might get him excited.

We've been married for nearly thirty years and after we'd been married for several years he started asking me about whether I ever regretted the fact that he was the only man I had slept with. I said no it didn't bother me, but he then asked whether I was ever curious about what a different cock would feel like.

I told him the truth - it didn't bother me and I reckoned one cock was pretty similar to another. I was a very surprised by this line of questioning and asked him whether he wanted me to have sex with someone else. He said no and hurriedly changed the subject.

But a week later he was back with similar questions. This time I wouldn't let it go and eventually he admitted that his secret fantasy was to watch while I had sex with another man. I was pretty shocked by that, not least because I thought men were supposed to be very jealous about their wife's fidelity.

Anyway he said that wife watching or wife sharing (as it's apparently called) is quite a common male fantasy. I made it clear it wasn't going to happen and he seemed to accept that.

Nevertheless it became an item of pillow talk for us and although I continued to say no to the reality, as a fantasy it became a regular topic for us. It invariably got Tony very hard and I must admit that I normally found the subject very arousing.

So that was the background to my situation. Fortunately Alan had the sense not to pester me, but he did drop one or two subtle hints. From time to time I did also bump into the young man called Steve who had asked Denise about me. At first we said hello, but then it got to the stage where we normally exchanged a few words. He never made a pass at me, but equally he never spoke to any of the other middle-aged women and I did wonder what would happen if I gave him any encouragement.

Again I didn't mention it to my husband; I could do without his overactive imagination racing away and visualising all sorts of erotic scenarios.

Last year we had had a Christmas night out and it had been a great success so we were all in favour of another one. There had been nine people last time and this year eighteen signed up. I was a bit disappointed that more people were coming along. I didn't know some of them too well and would have preferred last years close-knit group.

Unfortunately Jayne had to cry off when another commitment cropped up. She was my best friend at the gym and I would miss her. I mentioned it to Tony and his comment was that maybe this year it really would be a "little black dress" evening.

Last year all the women had agreed we were going to wear a "little black dress" (or something similar). But when the date got near Jayne had chickened out and opted for black trousers. She's older than me (fifty-seven), a bit overweight and quite strait-laced, so I can understand that she didn't feel like dressing up in a sexy way.

I should stress that we're not talking about anything vaguely sluttish, but something that shows you're a woman and know it. I had worn a black dress which didn't quite reach my knees, black tights (pantyhose I think to American readers) and some ankle high black boots.

The date was set for early December and we were going into Nottingham and as last year we planned to visit one or two bars before going on to a nightclub. A few days before the event I bumped into Steve and he said he might well see us in Nottingham as he was there with friends that night.

I asked Tony what I should wear because I like to get his opinion. One of the dresses I had in mind was a black one with a lovely glittery gold seam. Even though it goes to just below my knee Tony likes it because of the rather clever fastening which means you only have to pop two buttons and the front opens completely.

As soon as I listed it as a possible Tony was urging me to wear it. I told him that he only liked it because it provided easy access to my body.

"That's not true," he protested. "It's a stunning dress and you look wonderful in it. The easy access is a bonus," he added with a sly smile.

I wasn't surprised when he asked me about underwear because that's an area he always takes a keen interest in. I know some of my friend's husbands don't bother, but I like the fact that Tony still finds me attractive enough to take an interest.

I said I had chosen a black bra and pants set and some lace-topped hold-ups. He approved of that because tights have never been a favourite with him.

I got a bath, then painted my toe and finger nails a temptingly deep shade of red. Tony sat on the bed and watched as I finished my preparations.

"You look gorgeous. Do you think you'll have time to text me this year?"

That was a reference to Tony's request last year for me to text him and pretend that something sexy had happened. I had said I might and I planned to send him one or two texts when I popped to the loo. However on the night I always went with Jayne and didn't like to keep her waiting, so never sent any.

He grumbled about that afterwards and was obviously disappointed, so I was expecting another request this year. I told him I'd think about it, but wasn't making any promises.

The minibus we'd booked arrived on time and we were soon headed into Nottingham. We hadn't booked a minibus back, because it was inevitable that some people would leave earlier than others, so we planned to use the local taxis.

Our first stop was the same bar as last year. Denise and Stuart both started putting the drinks away at a rate that I had no intention of matching. In all fairness to Denise she is six foot tall and weighs half as much as me again, so she can drink more than I can without being affected.

In contrast Sarah who was chatting to me is thin as a rail and looks anorexic. She is one of the newer members, but we were joined by Marianne one of the regulars. There's a lot I like about Marianne, but there's also a selfish streak to her, so I'm always slightly wary of her.

As you've probably gathered I was missing my best friend Jayne, but with Stuart acting as cheerleader and urging us on to try out another bar I started to get into a party mood.

The fact that Jayne wasn't there also meant that I drank a bit more than usual. Jayne's not teetotal, but she never gets carried away and that did tend to act as a brake on my own activities. By the time we left the second bar I'd had four drinks and some of the others were well ahead of me.

Stuart and Denise wanted to get to a night club and start dancing; those of us who'd been on last year's outing couldn't wait to see it. I should explain that they're both fairly extrovert characters and what their dancing lacks in technique is more than compensated by their complete lack of inhibition.

In particular when Denise gets on the dance floor anyone in the immediate vicinity is in danger of being injured. To be honest it helps to have a couple of people like that and in no time the whole of our group were on the dance floor and having a ball.

After a while I took a breather and sat out talking to Alan and Sarah. She was rather flustered, having made the mistake of dancing with Stuart, who had picked her up and flung her round in something approaching a wild tribute to Dirty Dancing. We'd all had a good laugh, but Sarah looked rather shell-shocked.

I got a surprise when Steve appeared soon afterwards. He came and sat with us and it turned out that he was out with a couple of male friends. I tried to tease him, saying that he was cruising for a pick-up, but he simply said that was exactly right, gave me a knowing look and asked me if I wanted to dance.

I hesitated briefly and then said OK. We headed out onto the crowded dance floor and bumped and jostled our way through one number, but the DJ then segued into a slow number.

Steve didn't ask if I wanted to share a smoochy number with him, he just took me in his arms and we shuffled round together. It felt strange being in the arms of an unfamiliar man. In an odd way it reminded me of teenage discos and that made me feel young and sexy.

Of course teenage girls soon find that teenage boys have roaming hands and I guess married women should realise that men aren't any different.

Nevertheless I did get a surprise when Steve's hand settled on my rump and safely out of sight of the others in our group he began to caress my backside. In a way it wasn't a big deal and I very much doubt that I was the only woman on the dance floor who was getting touched up at that moment.

The difference in my case was that I had been married for nearly thirty years and it had been over thirty years since anyone other than my husband had touched me. What's more I could feel Steve's heat pressing against my middle. He wasn't doing anything crude like rubbing it against me, but even so it was clear that he was aroused.

I can't deny that the fact that he was excited had an effect on me. I was aware of a flutter of excitement in my stomach and a feeling of moist arousal between my legs. We got to the end of that number and I didn't trust myself to stay on the dance floor, so I asked if we could rejoin the others.

Steve said fine and we headed back, but when we reached our table I excused myself and headed to the loo. Once I'd locked the cubicle door I found my phone and tapped out a text.

I've just been dancing with a young man and he felt my bum. Do you mind? Luv u. xx

I gave something approaching a nervous giggle as I thought of Tony's reaction when he received that text. I could imagine him wondering whether it was fictional and solely designed to turn him on or whether it was true.

When I returned to our table I was surprised to see that Steve and Sarah had gone and Alan was sat alone. I asked him where they were.

"Sarah is getting her things; a couple of the others are leaving and she's going with them. Steve has rejoined his mates; you can see why," he said nodding his head in the appropriate direction.

I looked and soon picked out Steve and his two mates, but now they were chatting with three young girls. A few minutes ago I'd felt young and sexy, suddenly I felt my real age again.

I almost blushed when I realised how stupid I must look. The middle-aged woman flirting with a young man, only to be discarded when someone younger turned up.

At least I had the sense not to dwell on it. It was a fun night out, I'd had a few drinks and got a bit carried away, but nothing had really happened. I wasn't going to let it spoil my evening, so I asked Alan if he wanted to dance and we headed for the dance floor.

We did dance for several numbers, including a couple of slower ones and Alan didn't try to touch me up. For the most part that was a relief, but if I'm honest a small part of me was disappointed.

Even so it did feel odd dancing with Alan. He's over six foot tall and not fat, but certainly bulky, so he's rather different from my husband's wiry physique.

When we came off the dance floor it seemed that various members of our group had already left. Marianne and a man I didn't recognise were talking to Denise and Stuart. We joined them and I said I was thinking of leaving. Somewhat to my surprise the others said they might as well go and in a fairly short space of time the six of us were out on the street.

We hadn't gone far when Denise pointed to a kebab joint and said she was starving. The others seemed keen, but it was the last thing I wanted. Alan noticed my reluctance and said he wasn't too fussed about having a kebab and he'd share a taxi back with me. That was fine with me, but I did wonder if Alan was simply being polite and helpful, or whether he thought he might get lucky.

Anyway we left the others to head into the kebab bar and join the random characters which these places attract in the early hours of the morning. I couldn't think of anything I fancied less than a big, greasy kebab and I said as much to Alan.

It was quite cold and we set off at a brisk pace in the direction of the taxi rank. We hadn't gone far when a car slowed to a crawl alongside us. The darkened windows and booming sound system were entirely in keeping with the shaven haired youth who leaned out of the front passenger window.

"The night's young, we've got room on the back seat, why don't you leave granddad behind and join us," he shouted

I could feel Alan tense up with anger, but the last thing I wanted was a city centre brawl in the early hours of the morning. I put a restraining hand on Alan's arm and told him to ignore them.

They crawled alongside us continually making remarks and I was worried that Alan would respond and then it would all kick off. An alley led off to the right so I guided Alan down it. It was only short and soon led out onto another main street.

My heart sank when I saw the same car turn the corner. They spotted us almost immediately and crawled alongside us again. Now I could see that there were three lads inside and it was clear they were enjoying baiting us. They really were obnoxious and the remarks became very crude. We tried to ignore them, but Alan snapped when one of them called me a slag and demanded that I tell him whether I would like to suck his cock.

Alan told them to piss off and leave us alone, which was quite mild in the circumstances. The guy in the front seat scrambled to get out of the car, but got slightly tangled up in the seat belt.

Alan took a couple of quick paces and kicked the door shut. I stood agape as the door frame hit the lad in the face and he fell back into the car.

"Come on," said Alan, grabbing my arm and bustling me back towards that alley. We ran along it as fast as my high heels would allow. We kept glancing back and as we reached the corner the three youths came running along the alley behind us.

I slipped my shoes off and Alan and I set off running. You might expect a barefoot, middle-aged woman to be quite slow, but I actually used to go round barefoot a lot when I was younger, add on all the sessions at the gym and I can manage a reasonable pace.

Even so it seemed inevitable that our pursuers would overtake us. It was really just a case of whether we could get to the taxi rank before them. At least there should be people there, whereas this street was empty and there was no sign of the police car I was praying for.

We turned the final corner and the taxi rank was reasonably busy. There was a queue of over a dozen people and as we ran up one taxi pulled away and the next in line took its place.

There was a startled reaction as we ran up shouting emergency, babbled our apologies to the couple whose taxi we were hijacking and dived past them and onto the back seat.

"There's three drunken lads chasing us, so just get going."

The driver was a short, middle-aged Asian and he just stared at us. I could see the lads approaching and Alan shouted at the driver to go.

"Go where?" was the idiotic reply.

"Just go!" Alan yelled and we pulled away with a few yards to spare. Even then we would have been in trouble if the traffic lights twenty yards up the road had been on red, but fortunately they turned to green and we were straight through them.

Alan and I looked out of the back window and could clearly see our would-be assailants, their faces ugly with rage as they shouted abuse after us.

We kept checking for signs of a pursuing car, but it never came and with several twists and turns behind us it was clear we were safe. I finally started to relax though my heart was still pounding away and there was an odd, almost metallic taste in my mouth. I felt incredibly alert, exhilarated almost, finally understanding what an adrenalin rush meant.

"I'm sorry," said Alan. "I should have got us away without provoking them."

"I doubt that was possible; they seemed intent on trouble. Never mind, if nothing else it means we'll always remember tonight."

I suddenly realised that the soles of my hold-ups were ripped to shreds, so I pulled one off and then stretched to remove the other. When I did that the front of my dress parted and exposed not just my thighs, but also the very top of my legs.

I realised that Alan was staring and he had good reason to. The light in the taxi wasn't great, but he still had a clear view of my skimpy black panties. The front was semi-transparent and he might even have been able to make out my lush pubic hairs (I am quite furry down there).

Looking back at that moment I have wondered if I deliberately exposed myself in order to seduce Alan. I don't think I did it on purpose, but perhaps sub-consciously I was aware of the connection we had made.

My eyes held his for what felt like an age. Then he moved in and kissed me. It was deep, passionate and full of longing. We broke for air and stared solemnly at each other. Then kissed again. Finally we broke again.

"I want you," Alan said. A simple statement of fact. Every possible emotion seemed to be surging through me and I knew what was required.

"We'll go back to my house. But only if you understand that it's a one-off and will never be repeated."

Alan nodded his agreement. I leaned across and kissed him again, then took his hand and placed it on my breast. I squirmed with pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded me.

When we separated I realised that we were already close to our village. The main street was deserted and in no time we were turning into the cul-de-sac where I live. I told the driver to go quietly because I didn't want to wake the neighbours. The truth is I didn't want any of them to see me taking an unfamiliar man into the house in the early hours of the morning.

Alan said he would sort out the fare while I unlocked the door. No lights were on in the house and I cautiously lit one and then led Alan through into the lounge. I left the main lights off; instead I turned the lamp in the corner on. The subdued, discreet light it gave the room was much more attuned to the situation.

"Give me a minute," I said quietly to Alan. "I just want to check that Tony is asleep." He didn't say anything, but simply nodded, perhaps worried that his voice would carry in the silent house.

I slipped my shoes off, crept upstairs, along the landing and into our room. I thought Tony might well be awake, but he was asleep. His phone was on the bedside cabinet next to him, normally he leaves it downstairs. If I was having second thoughts and wanted to back out, now was the moment.

I sat on the bed and very gently shook him. He began to stir and when his eyes opened I put a finger to his lips. I reached out and flicked on the bedside lamp, both of us blinking in the sudden light.

"You remember saying that if I ever wanted to gain some experience it's OK with you." His eyes widened and he nodded. "Well there's someone downstairs. Are you sure you can cope if I go back down to him?"

"You mean..." he stuttered.

"Yes, I mean to have sex with him. You'll have to stay up here until we've finished and then I'll come back to you."

"OK," said Tony. "You know you have my permission." I leaned across and kissed him.

"Love you."

"Love you too," he replied. I stood up and turned to go, but Tony told me to wait and sat up on the edge of the bed. He leaned across and undid the two buttons on my dress so it was completely undone at the front and my lacy black bra and pants set were displayed.

"Go back to him like that, you look stunning. And when you've finished slip your knickers on and come back to me - I want to reclaim your pussy."

His hand slipped between my legs and very gently he stroked me through my knickers. I was tempted to let him explore, but I needed to return to Alan and was impatient to take the next step.

"Wait for me; I'll be back and when I am I'll be an experienced woman." I turned and headed downstairs. I felt very nervous and rather unsteady as I went down the stairs. The house was so quiet that every noise was magnified.

The lounge door was at the foot of the stairs and when I rested my hand on it I was surprised and annoyed to see that I was trembling. I took a couple of deep breaths then stepped into the room. Alan was stood by the fireplace facing the door and I walked across to him.

"He's fast asleep, our bedroom is at the back of the house and I've closed all the intervening doors, so don't worry we won't be disturbed."

Alan took me in his arms and because I'd slipped my high heels off as soon as we entered the house I was seven inches shorter than him. He looked me in the eye.

"Just so there's no awkwardness can I say at the start that I've had the snip and I'm safe, but if you prefer I'll use a condom."

"No, that's alright, bareback is fine, I want to feel you cum inside me."

He stooped to kiss me; at the same time he slipped one hand inside my dress and began to caress my backside. It wasn't long before his other hand started to explore my breasts. Then the hand slid round from my backside and his fingertips traced across my pubic mound with the lightest of touches.

I parted my legs at the same time as I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then I hurriedly started to undo his shirt buttons as his hand slipped inside my knickers and stroked my bush. One finger traced along my cunt lips and there was no hiding the extent of my arousal. I was very excited and my love juices were in full flow.

Then suddenly Alan was on his knees tugging impatiently at my knickers. I put one hand on his shoulder to steady myself and raised first one foot then the other, to help him remove my knickers.

As soon as he'd done that he manoeuvred me towards our settee. Fortunately it's a deep and wide one and Alan positioned me so that I was laid back with my head in one corner and my bottom close to the edge. As soon as I was in place he spread my legs and went down on me.

His tongue traced a path along my slit and I sighed as he savoured the taste of me. Normally I view oral sex as very much a starter before the main course, but I was so hyped up that when Alan found my clit I lost control and experienced a sudden and very powerful orgasm.

That was the signal for Alan to get undressed. He stood up, slipped his shirt off, followed by his shoes and socks and then removed his trousers and briefs. He must have been very excited because his cock was straining in an almost vertical position.

I don't know if I'm typical, but I am rather fascinated by cocks. An erect one looks so angry and powerful and of course they're erect because of you, which is a compliment in a way.

You've got to remember that the only erect cock I'd ever seen or handled was my husband's, so I needed to touch Alan's and see how it compared. I remembered the first time I'd touched Tony's and how impressed I'd been with its strength (hardness) and wondered if my virgin pussy would be able to take it.

Well I was a bit older and wiser and knew that Tony's cock though very nice was strictly average at just over six inches when he was erect. That was fine by me, I've never really bought into the large cock fantasy (nor I suspect do most women).

Anyway Alan's cock was very similar to my husband's. His balls felt nice and heavy; it seemed odd (and rather exciting) to think that all the sperm they contained would soon be inside me.

I do like going down on a man. I'm particularly fascinated by the contrast between the smooth head and the rough shaft with it's ridged network of pulsing veins. So I licked the end of Alan's cock which brought a murmur of approval. That turned into a groan when I took the head and most of the shaft into my mouth.

It was exciting swirling my tongue round his cock, but Alan soon stopped me, saying that I was going to make him cum. It was obvious he wanted to be inside me, so I lay back on the settee and spread my legs.

Alan moved above me and I felt the warm, rubbery tip of his cock bump against the top of my thigh. I reached down, took hold of his cock and positioned it against the entrance to my pussy.

At that moment I felt light-headed. I could put that down to alcohol or tiredness, but the truth is I'd never felt more awake and was intensely aware that after almost thirty years of being the exclusive province of my husband I was about to surrender my pussy to the rigid arrogance of Alan's prick.

I knew I was very wet and could take him. He leaned into me with a smooth, supple motion. My cunt lips parted and his cock slid into my depths. I gasped, Alan groaned, then we were kissing passionately. He began to fuck me with steady, but powerful strokes which penetrated my core.

I have to say it felt very different from my husband. Not in terms of the length or girth of his cock, but rather his very different build. My husband is quite wiry and sometimes when we're having sex I almost feel as though our bodies have fused into one.

I didn't get that feeling with Alan. He's about three inches taller than Tony and much bulkier, not fat but very solid. Physically I felt almost overwhelmed, as if I was being possessed by Alan. In its own way that was quite exciting. One thing was for certain, I now knew that all men don't feel the same.

We fucked like that for a while, then Alan asked if he could take me from behind. That's my favourite position, so if course I said yes. I turned over on the settee, but Alan asked if we could go on the rug.

So I went down on my hands and knees, only for Alan to ask if I would go down on my elbows. I hesitated for a moment because that is such an exposed position; you really are showing everything. Nevertheless I did it and let out a squeal when Alan's cock slid back into me.

He thrust into me quite powerfully, then I got another surprise when he asked me to put my legs together. I know Tony likes that particular variation because my cunt feels tighter. It was obviously the same for Alan.

"Oh God you've got a lovely tight cunt. It's fucking gorgeous."

It's only relatively recently that Tony and I have discovered the pleasure of talking dirty and I do find it quite a turn on. So when Alan told me I had a lovely tight cunt it added to my excitement.

"I'm sorry Karen," he said. "I'll have to cum soon. I want to be face to face with you. Is that OK?"

I didn't say anything, but he withdrew and I rolled onto my back. In a flash he covered me and his cock slid back into me. Now it was just hard fucking and I urged him on.

"Fuck me, go on, fuck me you bastard."

I felt the first waves of an orgasm sweep across me, then Alan's prick stiffened further and suddenly it was jerking inside me as he fired burst after burst of sperm into my pussy.

We lay together in silence for what felt like quite a while, but probably wasn't long. Alan's prick began its inevitable retreat and I didn't want sperm stains on the rug, so I said we had better move.

Normally I would have wiped myself, but Tony had asked me to slip my knickers back on and I knew that in his fantasies I always brought him a pussy full of sperm. So I grabbed my knickers and pulled them back on, and then slipped my dress back on, though I didn't bother fastening it. Alan was dressing and a minute later we were by the back door.

"Please don't expect this to be repeated. I said it was a one-off and that's how it's going to stay. But I hope we can be friends just the same as before."

"OK," Alan replied with a shrug. "I'll honour that, but equally I won't forget tonight. You're a beautiful woman and Tony's a lucky man."

I opened the door, but he gave me one last kiss before departing. At that time in the morning there was almost no chance of being seen, but it must have been quite a sight - the normally respectable housewife kissing goodbye to her lover while he fondles her tits.

I closed and locked the door. As I climbed the stairs I could feel my panties were wet with my Alan's sperm. The pillow talk Tony and I had shared about scenarios where I was fucked was very much in my mind now. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too.

He wanted to reclaim my pussy, to thrust his cock into that sweet orifice which had been his exclusive preserve and add his sperm to the load already inside me.

When I entered the bedroom a lamp was on in the corner. As I approached the bed Tony pulled the covers back; his cock was erect. I climbed on the bed, straddled him and guided his hand between my legs.

"Feel how wet my panties are. He rode me bareback and came in my pussy. Now it's your turn. Would you like to fuck me?"

I rubbed the semen soaked crotch of my panties against the rigid heat of Tony's cock and he gave a loud groan. So I reached down, pulled my panties to one side and placed the end of his cock against my cunt lips.

I bore down, rotated my hips and, lubricated by a mixture of my fuck honey and my lover's sperm, my husband's cock slid easily into my lustful cunt.

He gave an agonised gasp, half raised himself on the bed, then sank back almost immediately as I started to ride his cock. We hadn't been in that position long when he grabbed hold of my hips, rolled me over and commenced to pound into me in the missionary position.

It was raw, basic fucking and I realised Tony was close to coming. He gave a final brutal thrust, then groaned and swore as he pumped sperm into his wife's cunt; a cunt which a few minutes ago had been enjoyed by another man.

He collapsed on top of me and lay gasping for a while before he rolled off me. For the first time ever sperm from two men trickled out of my pussy. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and I asked him if he was OK.

"Yes I'm fine. I'm sorry I couldn't contain myself, but that was just so intense. I was desperate to fuck you and put my sperm in your pussy."

"Could you hear anything from downstairs?" I asked. I must admit while Alan and I were fucking I had wondered if Tony could hear us.

"I came out onto the landing and I couldn't really make out anything that was being said, but I could definitely hear the sounds of sex." Then Tony looked directly at me. "But at the end I heard you urging him to fuck you. Almost without thinking I'd been stroking my cock, but when I heard you say that I had to stop or I would have cum. Then I could hear orgasmic sounds and I knew that was it, he was firing his sperm into your pussy."

I nodded and confirmed that was exactly how it had been. I snuggled up to Tony and cupped his balls in what I hoped was a loving gesture. I was surprised to find that his cock was semi-erect, usually once he's cum that's it and it's a long time since he's cum twice in one session.

I couldn't resist sliding my hand up and squeezing the shaft. I was rewarded with a tremor and a noticeable stiffening.

"This really does turn you on doesn't it?" I asked. "Are you up for some more?"

"Well if you are interested then I would be," Tony replied with a grin. "But perhaps it makes sense to save it. What I'd really like is for you to give me a full account tomorrow night and I'm sure I'll want to fuck you again then."

To be honest that suited me better; I'd already been fucked twice and didn't need a third session. So we settled down to sleep and I must admit I was out in no time and didn't wake until late morning. Tony was already up and when I came downstairs he greeted me with a wry smile.

"Good morning and how is my lovely wife?"

"I'm fine, but I'm not feeling very energetic, it's going to be a lazy day as far as I'm concerned."

And that's exactly how it turned out. I read the paper and did a few minor jobs, but nothing of real note. Tony did try to get into my knickers at one stage, but I made him wait. Partly because I knew the sex would be more relaxed if we saved it until we were in bed, but also because I still wasn't 100% sure what I was going to tell him.

In our fantasies the sex had always involved a handsome stranger. But that hadn't been the case. It was a man I was friendly with, who lived locally and who I would see regularly. I wasn't sure how comfortable Tony would be with that and whether he would feel that continuing social intercourse with Alan might lead to more sexual intercourse!

However I decided to be honest, mainly because I didn't intend to have sex with Alan again. So I told Tony exactly what happened. How Steve had touched me up, but then dumped me when someone his age came along. I described how Alan and I had been chased through Nottingham, the kiss in the taxi and then sex on our settee.

Tony became very excited when I described Alan fucking me. I told him about the decisive moment when I felt Alan's cock stiffen and swell inside me and knew that my pussy was about to accept his sperm. Not surprisingly that took Tony over the top and he groaned and swore as he pumped his sperm into me.

Laid together afterwards we chatted about the situation. Tony was happy that I didn't plan to have sex with Alan again.

"I'm not comfortable with you having sex with someone who is also a friend. The risk of emotional attachment is too great and Alan's married, so it could get very messy." He paused and ran his hand along my hip.

"There's also the fact that you've got a good group of friends at the gym. If you have an affair with Alan then people might well find out and it could be really awkward. You might have to stop going to the gym. It's been an exciting one-off and it's best to leave it at that."

Put like that it all seemed reasonably straightforward, but even so when I went to the gym on the Monday morning I felt surprisingly nervous. All the regulars were there and of course people wanted to chat about our night out.

Alan and I got quite a reaction when we told them about our adventure and the race to the taxi rank. Someone did ask me what Tony said when I came home with my hold-ups ripped to shreds. I said he'd been asleep and there was no reason to wake him because I was fine, but as I said that I could feel Alan watching me and my pulse was racing. I don't think anyone picked up on my unease and thankfully I didn't have any awkward questions about the rest of the night.

I thought things had returned to normal, but Alan did drop a discreet hint that he would like to meet up again. I made it clear that wasn't going to happen and in many ways that was the end of it. But there was one other incident about three weeks later.

I'd had a more vigorous session in the gym than normal and finished off with a fast run on the treadmill. When I came off I just about collapsed. I went down on my knees then sank forward onto my elbows, vowing never to push myself so hard again.

I was crouched there gasping for breath when I heard a noise behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and Alan was stood behind me. He looked stricken, as though he'd been caught doing something very wrong.

Then I noticed the obvious and unmistakeable shape of an erect penis bulging the front of his tracksuit bottoms. I was down on all fours and I knew straight away that he must have been thinking back to me crouched on our lounge floor in that most submissive of poses and presenting my cunt for his pleasure.

Of course we were both dressed but the atmosphere was saturated with sexual tension. Deeply embarrassed I got up, said Hi and headed for the changing rooms. Once I was in there I realised I couldn't sit in our usual group for a post exercise chat and coffee. All the time I would be aware of Alan looking at me and thinking "I've seen her down on all fours displaying her cunt. I know what her cunt feels like and I know how good it felt to fire my sperm deep inside her married pussy."

I gathered my gear together and told Denise that I had a bad headache and was going home to take some tablets and lie down. She sympathized and said she'd ring later to see how I felt.

It's only a two-minute drive from the gym to my house, but it was an uncomfortable journey because I couldn't ignore the signals my body was sending me. My pussy was wet and it was clear that I was very aroused. Driving through our estate I had this vivid mental picture of me crouched on a mat in a deserted gym. Alan came up behind me and pulled my gym shorts and knickers down in a forceful, almost rough, manner. He didn't pull them off, but left them bundled round my ankles.

He crouched behind me and even though my legs were pressed together my cunt was so wet he had no trouble penetrating me. He fucked me with a hard, fast rhythm making me cum twice before he gave a final brutal thrust and pumped his seed into me. He withdrew and left me collapsed on the floor with his sperm trickling out of my pussy and forming a pool on the gym floor.

When I got home I locked the door behind me and hurried upstairs. I shut the bedroom curtains, crouched on the floor and pulled my gym shorts and knickers down until they were round my ankles. I reached back and gasped with relief as two fingers slid into my sopping wet cunt. I know that fingers are a poor substitute for a stiff prick, but they had to do.

I finger fucked myself for a while then rubbed my clit in an almost frenzied manner. I shuddered and gasped as orgasmic waves broke across me and all the time I imagined Alan was riding me, his cock thrusting deep into me and then pumping another load of sperm into my lustful cunt.

If it seems like this will all lead to another interlude with Alan then forget it. I'll admit I was tempted, but not enough to do anything about it. That incident was on a Wednesday and I knew that Tony would love to hear about it, but I decided to save it until the time was right.

The following Saturday we were returning from a night out with friends. I'd had a few glasses of wine and was feeling very relaxed. Tony was driving so he was trapped and no matter how much my story turned him on, he wouldn't be free to just grab hold of me.

The thought of telling him was enough to make me moist, but as I described events at the gym my love juices really started to flow. I must admit it felt very naughty, but very nice to see his reaction when I described how I had masturbated whilst down on all fours and imagining Alan was taking me from behind.

As soon as we got indoors Tony told me I had better go upstairs and get changed and he would be up in a minute; there was no need to ask what I should change into.

So I slipped my dress off and put my gym gear on. I left a bedside lamp shining discreetly in a corner of the room and when I heard Tony coming upstairs I crouched on my elbows and knees.

He didn't say anything, but moved behind me, grabbed the waistband of my gym shorts and knickers and pulled them down, exposing my cunt. Then he took up exactly the position I had described - not kneeling, but crouched with his knees bent so that his prick was level with my cunt.

I felt the warmth of his prick against my entrance, then he leant into me and my cunt lips parted as the full length of his hot, hard cock drove into me. He rode me energetically, asking me if I was imagining it was Alan's cock inside me. I know the sort of dirty talk he likes and I was happy to oblige.

"Yes, I'm imagining it's Alan who's fucking me. It's his big cock ramming into me from behind. Do you like the fact that he's fucking your wife's sweet married pussy?" Tony groaned at that, so I pressed on.

"Do you want me to be his slut? To let him ride me bareback and then cum in my pussy. Does that turn you on?"

He didn't reply, but the pace of his thrusts became almost frantic and then suddenly he gave an agonized groan and erupted inside me. We collapsed onto the carpet and grinned at each other like a couple of naughty children.

Alan never did get to fuck me again, but there were a couple more occasions when I changed into my gym gear, crouched on the floor and Tony and I let our imagination take over.