A new beginning.

My name is Jane and these days, I am effectively single.

I married my childhood sweetheart at the age of twenty. I never had a relationship with any other man. My husband was the same age, and I was his only girl. We were very happy together and so glad to be married. Life was a bit of a struggle to begin with as we were both in quite low paid positions while we studied. Tim, my husband was working to become an accountant and I was working to become a property conveyancer. Life got steadily easier from a financial perspective once we were both qualified.

We never had children but we did have a lot of sex, which we both enjoyed very much. I will talk more about that in a moment, once I have finished setting the scene.

When we were both thirty, Tim began to become unwell. I won't go into the medical background as it is not relevant, but we knew the long-term prospects were life limiting. For a couple of years, it made for only minor difficulties but his health was gradually deteriorating, to the point that in mid 2019 he had to give up work. Then the pandemic came along. Tim became infected. We didn't know where from, but it doesn't really matter. The virus was too much for his weakened body to cope with and he very quickly died. In a way, it was a blessing as at least it was a quick decline unlike his original illness would have given him. It still left a huge gap in my life, but at least I knew it was coming and was to some extent prepared for it. I just hadn't expected it quite so soon.

Now onto the cheerier stuff. The stuff that I expect you want to read about.

I mentioned that I really enjoyed sex. I of course heard a bit about sex from my friends, and quite quickly began to suspect that we were not experiencing as much... let's say variety, as was available. So, starting from quite early on in my marriage, I did a bit of reading. It was true, we were missing out. Oral sex was one particular area where we were lacking.

I suggested to Tim that I suck his penis. I thought he would be excited at the prospect and that it would be a new idea that he would quickly take to. Not so, He said that sort of thing was unhygienic and degrading to women and that he would not subject me to that. Him performing oral sex on me was also not acceptable for similar reasons. I respected his concern for me and the high platform he put me on, but in that particular area, I felt I wanted to be degraded. I was quite prepared to accept what I perceived as slight hygiene risks too. After all, my friends and the human race in general has survived, hasn't it?

There were other things, like different positions I felt would be exciting but here Tim was not keen to experiment either. So, we carried on enjoying our usual missionary position. It was perhaps, I now realise a case of quantity over quality that made for my enjoyment. I really loved it.

As Tim became more unwell, the frequency declined and there came a point that sex stopped altogether.

I guess I had been on my own about three months when I began to wonder about finding ways to fill the gap in my life. Tim and I had discussed this. He was keen that I went on to find someone else. He wanted that for me. I certainly wasn't ready to look for a new husband but I began to wonder about regaining the pleasure of sex. The pandemic made that a bit difficult though.

As usual I did some reading. I was free to read much more now without having to hide books and magazines or delete my browsing history. for fear of disapproval. After a while I began to suspect that I had never actually experienced an orgasm. Tim and I had always kissed and cuddled a lot and he had paid plenty of attention to my breasts - although mostly with his hands. There hadn't been a great deal of touch to either of our sexual organs. I had liked the feel of Tim's erect penis in my hand but whenever I stroked it, he seemed to take that as a sign that I was ready for him to enter me. It often was. I loved to feel him surge up into my body, but I would have sometimes liked to play more beforehand.

Now, don't misunderstand me. I am not complaining at all about my husband. I loved him so very much and he was excellent in many ways. Just not very adventurous with sex. Like I said before. I loved sex with him but it was quantity over quality.

Anyway, while there were many restrictions on what I could do with my new found single status, the mail order system was working just fine. I plucked up courage and ordered a vibrating toy. I really hoped that it would be well packaged. I did not want the delivery man to know what it was he was bringing me. I needn't have worried. It was completely anonymous. It could have been anything.

I wasted no time in taking it upstairs, fitting batteries and reading the instructions. The instructions weren't very good so I got naked and into bed and began to experiment. I found I liked it. That is a massive understatement by the way.

It was very good to stimulate my nipples. The instructions did suggest that. When I applied it to my clitoris though it was like a whole new world of pleasure had opened up. To begin with I could only stand it for a few seconds before having to stop. However, I soon got used to the sensation and began to experiment with inserting it into me as well. That morning I discovered what an orgasm was like. In fact, I discovered multiple orgasms. By lunchtime I had used all the batteries I had in the house - I even stole them from the clocks. I didn't need to know the time anyway.

After lunch, I set out to the local shop, face mask on, to buy more batteries. That evening I ordered some rechargeable ones. It felt like I was going to need them in order to save the planet.

Let's fast forward a bit to the autumn of 2021. Restrictions were largely gone. I had joined a gym. I have always loved to swim and walk and run, but I felt some company would be good while I kept fit. Sometimes I did exercise classes. It was mostly women in those but there were a few good-looking men who I got to know a little. I also enrolled with a personal trainer. Now there are all sorts of stories about women getting more from their personal trainers than fitness advice. This is not one of them. Mine was a good-looking guy but a bit too in love with himself. He also seemed to assume I would fancy him. Truth was I just didn't. He had lots of muscle and bulges in the right places but he just wasn't for me. I don't think he liked that very much.

Anyway, about a month before Christmas a guy came up to me in the gym lobby. I knew him a bit from one of my classes. He started talking to me and I just knew he wasn't passing the time of day. So when he asked me if I would like to go for a drink. I had already decided to say yes and was able to reply enthusiastically without hesitation, which shocked him a little, I think.

I won't bore you with our first date details. Nothing happened. I wanted it to, but I didn't want to appear too easy. I kept him at arm's length, which wasn't difficult because Jim was a nice guy, and not too pushy.

Now, on our second date, we went out for a meal. I met him at the restaurant and we had a lovely time. Good food and good wine. We shared a taxi home as we lived in the same general direction. We got to my place first. Jim began to say goodbye but I stopped him and drew him towards me. We kissed briefly. I made my decision. I decided I would be the sort of girl who fucks on the second date. From that if you conclude I was desperate for sex, then you would be correct.

"Do you fancy coming in for a drink?" I asked, ashamed of my lack of imagination.

"Yes. I would like that. Thanks, I will." replied Jim. I don't think he realised yet, how desperate I was, and what he was letting himself in for.

We got in through the door and I grabbed him and kissed him in the hall. This time the kiss went on for a long while. When at last we broke free I said somewhat breathlessly.

"You don't really want that drink just yet, do you?"

Jim laughed and replied.

"I think I can wait a little while, if you can." he leant forward to kiss me again but I stopped him.

"Ok, let's go up to bed then."

I think that surprised him. He was only expecting to kiss me again.

"Oh. If you are sure you want to." He said.

"Yes, very sure. Give me a minute or so, then follow me up, It is the bedroom at the front."

Quickly I went upstairs and put some lamps on in the bedroom, tidied a couple of things, stripped naked and dived into bed. By the time I heard Jim come up the stairs, I was sitting up in bed with my breasts on show. My nipples were hard and I was tingling down below.

Jim came in and stopped in the doorway.

"Wow!" he said. "You look lovely. I never expected this tonight."

"I know. But tonight you got lucky."

I reached out my arms and Jim walked over to me. We kissed again and I felt one of his hands go to my breasts. The feeling of that was exquisite. It had been so long.

I wasted no time in un-buttoning Jim's shirt, pushed it off his shoulders and began to run my hands up and down his chest. I just couldn't wait for him, so I popped his trousers open and pushed them down. I could see the bulge in his boxer shorts, and placed my hand on it. He seemed really hard. I just had to have it!

I pulled his boxer's down and let his penis spring free. Oh my, he was hard! I wasted no time and began to stroke him. He was not as large as my Tim, but I was not at all bothered by that. I just needed a cock. It was a gorgeous looking cock. Size really didn't matter to me.

Now, with hindsight, I was probably a little over eager here. Jims hands touching my breasts, our long deep kiss, and the feeling of his hard cock in my hand was driving me wild with excitement. It had been a long time, remember.

I threw off the bed cover, exposing my naked body, broke our kiss and rolled myself round, to take Jim's cock into my mouth. As you know, I had never done this before, and I was very excited by the whole thing.

It felt amazing. Feeling that hard muscle slide in and out of my mouth was beyond my expectations. I loved the sensation of the ridges under my lips, and the bulbous tip was so lovely to run my tongue around.

Jim stopped doing anything. He just stood by the bed, making little noises of pleasure while I went to town on his cock. I probably wasn't very good. I was experimenting as I went along. I bobbed up and down. I licked the tip. I blew on it. I licked along the length of it. Jim stood there and let me do it. I could tell he was getting more excited.

I took him deep in my mouth and suddenly I felt his cock begin to pulse. I knew what was about to happen and I felt like such a slut. A man was about to ejaculate in my mouth but I loved the idea of it so much. Perhaps I was a slut...and looked forward to finding out how slutty I was.

Jim came. I loved it so much. I nearly choked but managed to swallow. I was ready for the next spurt and kept it in my mouth, enjoying the new found taste. As jim's emissions subsided I came off his cock and let him glimpse what he had suppled me with.

Jim looked a bit shocked and apologised for what had just happened. I told him it was OK but he kept apologising and said he needed to go. I tried to convince him not to, but he was determined. Within a couple of minutes, he was gone.

He didn't answer my texts or calls the next day. I had reflected a bit and decided I was too eager. I wanted to explain. He avoided me at the gym for a couple of weeks but eventually I caught up with him, just before Christmas, I met him at the gym and he couldn't avoid me.

To give him his due, he was up-front with why he had been avoiding me. He told me that I wasn't the type of girl for him. He was more the romantic type and things had moved too fast for him. He also said he was much more reserved in bed and had felt things got out of control.

So, he was just like my Tim in that way. A lovely guy but not as adventurous as I was looking for. I really must attract the wrong type of guy. Well, at least the wrong type of guy for what I needed just then.

At home I thought long and hard about what I wanted. I wasn't necessarily looking for someone to settle down with just yet. I was just looking for some fun. I got so excited about the type of fun I was looking for that I ended up getting my little toy out.

I wondered what to do. Where to find the type of guy I was looking for. I really didn't know. I didn't want anyone violent or cruel or even too dominating. I just wanted good mutually fun sex with no guilt attached if it didn't go perfectly.

That evening I turned to internet research and of course found lots of, sort of dating websites that offered contact with men, but I didn't quite trust them. I wanted to meet the right guy but I really didn't want to risk a bad type either. I was about to give up for the evening when I came across something different. It was a website offering sex parties and also looking for venues to hold them. There was no way I was going to offer to be a venue but could attending one give me what I wanted?

The site was very informative and quite low key. It seemed that couples and single women could attend parties for free but men were charged quite a hefty entrance fee. It also seemed to be arranged along the lines of there being more men than women. I would be able to pick and choose and have more than one man. Did I want that? I asked myself. The answer that came back was yes. Did I dare? Not sure.

There was a contact form which seemed to invite questions. I would ask, I decided. No harm in that.

I set up a new email address and sent off a list of questions I had. I don't really think I expected a reply.

Next day I checked my new inbox and found a lady called Sophie had written back to me. It seemed that it was her and her husband that organised these things and that they would love to have me come along. There was no pressure to join in with anything. They told me that the parties were quite polite affairs and that in ten years they had never had any trouble with aggressive behaviour. She also told me to expect to be completely surrounded by naked men and that they all wanted to cum as much as they could. She warned that it might be overwhelming the first time I experienced it. At the start of the party everyone would gather together and all the women would make all of the men ejaculate by sucking them or giving them hand jobs. Then there would be a break and the party moved off into various rooms for any form of sex that people wanted. There were often multiple couples on the same bed and women who took as may men as possible, one after another. All penetrative sex was protected, and photography was not allowed. Those were the rules.

I was shocked. Not shocked about what went on at the parties, but shocked how excited it made me feel. The next available party was the following night. The last one of the year. It was a bit of a drive - about an hour and a half but not bad really. I would be anonymous at least. Before I changed my mind, I filled out the online form, and spent the rest of the day both worried and excited about what I had done. I checked my inbox before bed and there were instructions for joining the party.

I spent the next day in a state of indecision about whether I should go. I knew I was going to do it but the worry was about whether it was the right thing.

I arrived a little early at the venue and was greeted by the hosts and a several of the regular attendees. The women were in underwear already and the men were just wearing towels. Another woman and several men arrived. This woman wasted no time in getting completely naked. I decided that is how I wanted to be. So I undressed and went and sat with her on a small sofa. We chatted a bit and it seemed quite a natural way to be. She helped me relax. More and more men and a few more women, kept arriving. I had known there would be a lot more men than women but I was a bit shocked, by how many more there seemed to be. All shapes and sizes and quite an age range too, It felt so liberating though.

By the time the party was due to start, there was quite a big crowd. I would guess that there were at least five men to every woman. I was surprised that I didn't find this intimidating. I just found it very exciting. I never knew this about myself.

The hostess called everyone together in the large living room, and gave a little welcome speech outlining the rules. She finished up by saying "Let's suck some cock"

During the speech several of the women, including my sofa companion had got up and knelt in the middle of the room, either just in panties, or completely naked. They were surrounded by men, wearing just towels.

As the speech finished, a lot of the towels came off. I had never seen so many cocks. Some were erect and some still flaccid. There were all sizes, and I had never realised how much of a variety there could be.

A tall man came and sat next to me. He was fully erect. I looked around and saw cocks being sucked and stroked all around me. I nervously reached out and gripped the man's cock.

Instantly I felt my breast being caressed. It was another man next to the sofa. Two more men came and stood in front of me, both fully erect.

Hardly having to think, I grasped the cock on the other side of me so I had one in each hand, and began to wank them steadily.

One of the men in front of me moved forward and again without having to think. I leant forward and took him in my mouth. I felt another hand, then another, on my breasts. This was so unlike the "me" that I knew but it just felt so liberating and so good. I realised I could do anything I wanted.

I pumped and sucked the four hard cocks around me for all I was worth rapidly moving from one to another. The men were clearly very excited by the whole situation and it didn't take long for me to feel spunk from the guy next to me, trickling down my hand as I sucked on one of the guys in front.

I think I went a little wild after that.

I got off the sofa and went down on my knees. I felt a hot jet of cum in my mouth and swallowed it all without a break. I was loving this so much. It was like my months, or even years of pent-up frustration were being released.

Both the guys who had cum, moved on, quickly to be replaced by others,

I felt something warm and wet hit my face. A guy had ejaculated just as I moved away from him. I realised I wasn't paying much attention to the individuals. Just trying to service as many as I could.

Feeling that cum trickling down my face was such a strange feeling. I can't call it liberating, although I did feel so free. Maybe empowering is closer, but that is not right either. I just knew I loved it.

I pumped the two cocks I had vigorously in my hands. I wanted to see them erupt. I have never actually witnessed it before.

It did not take long before a substantial jet of cum shot towards me and landed on my breasts. That felt strangely good, so I moved in closer to the next one, which seems to be about to erupt, judging by the look on the man's face.

That one went off too and I felt his cum splattering my tits. Another guy was wanking himself close by, so I turned towards him and held up my boobs. Dutifully he came on them. I had just found something else I loved.

The hostess clapped her hands and called everyone through to the buffet. People began to move off. There was one guy left in front of me wanking himself as he looked at my cum covered tits.

"Cum for me. Cum on my tits." I said to him. He was trying so hard to make it happen.

I reached out and took his cock in my hand and helped him along.

"It is too soon. I'm sorry." he said "I have only just shot a load."

"Come and find me later. I want your cum." I said to him. I could not believe I had just said those words. What was I becoming? Had I always been so slutty and never knew? I wondered what Tim would think.

I looked down at my splattered tits. And suddenly the hostess was there, and the room almost empty.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yes. I most definitely am. I have just never done anything like this before and am surprised how much I love it."

I looked down at my cum splattered breasts and felt so excited. I felt used but not abused and I was so excited.

The hostess handed me some wipes and I cleaned myself up. Together we went into the kitchen diner and the scene was surreal to my inexperienced eyes.

There were naked and almost naked people everywhere, chatting and eating like at any buffet. There wasn't any sexual activity going on bet there were a number of erect cocks around. I walked among them and got a drink. I didn't feel like eating...well not food anyway.

As I moved among the crowd, I was very excited by the feel of my breasts brushing against people and occasionally bumping against a hard or semi hard cock.

I lost track of time a little and I am not sure how long it was until we were called upon to disperse around the house, to continue playing. I didn't really know what was going on and I just followed some people into a bedroom. Well, when I say people, I mean, they were mostly men. There were just two other women in the room as far as I know.

It was fascinating. One woman began to have quite energetic sex with a man. There were about four others watching, and I soon learned, waiting their turn. The woman liked to ride her man. I loved watching her breasts bounce as she straddled his cock. On another bed there was a woman who was sucking a huge cock while on all fours and being shafted from behind by another man.

There were men all around me, but apart from a bit of gentle touching I was left to watch. It was all very polite. Well. I suppose you need to stretch the definition of polite a bit. There was a third bed in the room. It was vacant apart from one guy sitting on the edge, stroking his cock and watching the sex.

I wondered what would happen if I went and lay on that bed. I had a pretty good idea but there was only one way to find out.

I watched the woman on the next bed, finish with one man. Another man came forward. She took a condom from a large box next to the bed and slipped it on him. He lay down on the bed and began to ride him.

Could I do something like that. I had never put a condom on a man before, but I had seen Tim do it often in the early days.

Perhaps the men would do it themselves. They knew the rules I suppose. Let's hope so anyway, I thought.

Now remember, the only position I was familiar with, was on my back. I decided to go with what I knew.

Nervously I went over to the bed and lay down. Four men followed me over, and the one who was already there turned around. Could I have them all? Perhaps I could.

"Who is first then?" I said, opening my legs. I felt daft and so inexperienced...but so excited.

I was not disappointed. One guy reached into the box and grabbed a handful of condoms. He passed them out like sweets. I watched fascinated as all five of them slipped a sheath over their very erect shafts. I bit my lip in anticipation. I felt like I was so close to an orgasm already...and they hadn't even started.

One guy was soon ready and he climbed on the bed. And moved up over me. I grasped his cock and guided him in, like I had done for Tim, so many times. I felt the absolute joy as he surged up into me. He made a few strokes and I came. This was amazing and the guy seemed to think so too. I found I was able to stroke a couple of pairs of other mens balls as he fucked me.

As soon as he was done, he climbed off to be replaced by another man. This was amazing for me. Such a free and enjoyable situation. The second and third cocks slid into my body as easily as the first and I got that lovely feeling of a man's body pressing against mine, as he unloaded his balls. I had another orgasm with the third man. He was the lucky one.

The fourth man was huge, in every respect. I now realise my Tim had been quite well endowed in the cock department but this man was a lot bigger. I was slightly nervous, but helped him enter just the same. I was amazed how easy it was to take him in. It felt tighter but still fine. I didn't cum again with him but was impressed by how good and easy it felt to have such a big cock in me.

Once the big guy had finished, one out of the original five remained. He looked so nervous.

"Sorry. I can't follow that. " he said. I looked at him. He was quite a slim man and his cock was quite tiny in comparison to what I ha d just experienced... but he looked so hard. I held out my arms to him. Wondering what it would be like.

The man slipped in easily, as I would have expected, but what really surprised me was that I was able to feel him just as much and could still clamp down tight on him. I realised that, to me at any rate, size does not matter. I was even more impressed when he ejaculated and his cock seemed to be throbbing and pulsing within me for the longest time.

Wow! Fucked by five men in a very short space of rime. I never realised I was this sort of girl. I was absolutely loving it.

Suddenly there was the guy who didn't get to cum for me, right there by my side. He was hard. I just had to have his spunk. Even though there was another guy ready to enter me. I just had to make this guy cum. I rolled over onto my side, got up on my knees and began to pump his erect cock.

"I want you to cum for me. I want to taste your sweet sticky cum." I heard myself say. Who was this slutty woman that seemed to reside within me?

I felt someone behind me and then warm hands on my tits - another word I rarely use. Who was I?

After a little while of caressing the guy's cock. I knew I wanted it in my mouth so I bent down and took him deeply. Still aware of a guy behind me. I felt his hands on my bum and it felt good, so I thrust it upwards towards him. Quite aware of what I might be inviting. I felt his cock rubbing against my legs and then felt the head of his cock, rubbing along my pussy lips. This seemed to go on for a while, and I liked it very much. I moved my bum up and down and then suddenly everything seemed to align and I got the unmistakable feel of a hard cock sliding into my vagina.

Remember, I have never had sex in this position before. The excitement of it brought on a flood of juices as the man started to fuck me, making my boobs swing enticingly and meaning the guy in my mouth was benefitting from my body rocking as I was pounded from behind. I was in heaven. A heaven that I only suspected existed until today.

This state of affairs went on for a couple of minutes, then three thinga happened in quick succession. The guy in front of me erupted in my mouth. The feeling of his pulsing cock and the taste of his cum tipped me over the edge. I felt an orgasm surge through my body, making me tense and my vaginal muscles spasm. This had the knock-on effect of making the guy behind me ejaculate inside me. It was all so good but a bit too much for me and I collapsed on the bed panting when it was all over.

The party had a strict time limit on it, and it came to an end not long after that.

I drove home that night feeling a real mix of sensations in my body but in a very happy state.

There. So that is my tale. I am sure to go back to another party and hopefully have some other adventures too. I am sure I will settle down again one day...but not yet.

Four days have gone by since the party It is a New year and I have written this naked in bed. The writing of it has got me very turned on. I might start a diary of my adventures based on how writing has just made me feel. I would play with my little faithfull toy, normally in this state, but I cannot, as I must get up and get dressed. It is time for my grocery delivery. The delivery man has just texted to say I am next on his rounds.

I thought I had finished the story but it turns out I hadn't.

I am such a naughty girl. I just never knew I was like this. The doorbell sounded just as I finished writing. I was not yet dressed. I could see top the supermarket delivery van reflected in my mirror. No time to dress so I just put on my dressing gown and went downstairs barefoot, and opened the door. It was a big monthly shop so there were four crates by the door and the driver was just fetching another two from the van and bringing them up the drive on a sack barrow.

I saw that it was not the usual delivery man, but a much younger guy I had not seen before. As it was just after New Year, I guess they had changed the rota due to holidays.

The man greeted me cheerfully and asked where I wanted the boxes putting. They have a very good service and will bring things right into the kitchen. I normally just get them to leave them at the door but as I wasn't dressed and had nothing on my feet, I asked him to bring them through to the kitchen.

Leading the way, I felt very naughty and still very horny. Here I was a respectable widow leading a young man into her kitchen wearing just a thin (but not revealing) gown.

"Please can you put them there." I said, indicating an area of floor between the fridge and the kitchen sink. Dutifully the delivery man put down the first box and went out for the second.

I leant back against the kitchen counter, facing towards the way he would come back in. I felt so horny and so naughty. Here was a young good-looking guy in my house. I thought back to a short video I had watched on a porn site. A pizza delivery man and a young woman. Not really that believable in that particular video, but a fascinating concept... Dare I? Should I? The answers to those questions in my head came back as: Yes and No, but not necessarily in that order. The order of the answers kept changing in my head.

The man came back with the second crate and put it with the first. As he was going back for the third, my hand went to the cord on my gown and I tugged at it pulling it to the point where the bow was just about to pop.

He came back with two crates, obviously lighter ones and plonked them down. Two crates to go. One more trip...maybe two. If I was going to do this it had to be now.

While his back was to me, I gave the knot a last tug and my gown parted a little down its length. The man stooped by the door and picked up one crate. He turned and started coming back in and I lost my bottle,

"Fancy a quick coffee?" I said turning towards the kettle so he could not see what I had done.

"Yeah. That would be great, thanks. Old Bob must have a few on this round I'm well in front of his schedule." called the man over his shoulder.

Bob was the usual driver. I filled the kettle and heard the door close as the delivery man came in with the last box. This was it then.

I turned back round, as he was coming into the kitchen. There was a three inch gap all down the front of my gown. He would be able to see the inner edges of my breasts and my pussy as I stood there.

The man paused in the doorway and looked at me for a couple of seconds.

"Excuse me, " he said. "You seem to have had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction."

He came into the kitchen and put the last box down.

"Oh yes." I do. "It is not meant to be like that. I'm so sorry."

"No problem. I wouldn't want you to realise after I had gone." he said, smiling.

I took hold of the edges of my gown as if to wrap them around me, but instead pushed the gown off my shoulders and let it fall.

"There. Is that better?" I asked innocently.

"Bloody hell!" said the delivery man. "My mates joked about that sort of thing happening when I took this job. Never thought it would actually happen though."

Behind me, the kettle clicked off.

"Do you still want a coffee or would you prefer your cock sucked, or maybe a quick fuck?"

"Haha. I really don't mind. Both sound bloody great. You look fantastic! You choose."

Well. Me I wanted both, but I knew the driver had a schedule to keep to.

"Fuck me! Fuck me here, from behind." I said somewhat breathlessly. I turned and put my hands on the kitchen counter bent forward and shuffled my feet back.

The man moved uo behind me and dropped his trousers and boxers. Looking over my shoulder I could see he was getting good and stiff.

He reached between my legs and I opened them wider to give him better access. He began to rub my pussy with his fingers.

"Bloody hell, you are soaking." He said. I was too. It seems I get that way easily.

He slipped his fingers into me just to check a bit more and it felt so exciting. Moments later I felt his legs against mine and the end of his hard cock nuzzling up to my gateway.

I gasped as he thrust rapidly into me and began fucking me really hard. It hurt a bit but it was a good sort of hurt, even though it brought tears to my eyes for a few moments. He was slamming into me really hard, making my tits swing wildly. I have never been fucked so hard.

I looked out the window and saw my friend Ruth in her garden, hanging out washing in her dressing gown. She lived alone and and I wondered idly if she ever did things like this, as she was single too. Something to talk about maybe when we next had a couple of bottles of wine.

The delivery man was only interested in one thing. Fucking me as hard as he could. He was gripping my hips tightly as he went at me. His big balls slapping against me.

It was good. Really good, but I couldn't help feeling he could have made it better for me - and probably him too if he had taken the opportunity to squeeze my tits and finger my clit at the same time as fucking me. That would have made me cum for certain and given his cock a good wringing out.

His movements got unsteady and I knew he was about to ejaculate. I didn't know anything about this man. It felt so exciting...I would worry about the risks later.

His cock began to pulse and throb inside me and I waited for the delicious feel of him cumming inside me. Suddenly he withdrew. I gasped at the shock of his sudden withdrawal and looked over my shoulder just in time to see his creamy cum spurt out of the head of his throbbing cock and felt a wet sensation all up my back as his cum splattered me.

It was a great feeling but I was left feeling a bit disappointed because I knew it was over, as he wiped his cock on some tissues and pulled up his trousers. Still, I got what I asked for. Maybe quickies were not for me. Something to remember.

Once the man was gone, I had a quick shower and began to put the shopping away, still in my dressing gown. I felt good, but still horny.

The doorbell rang. Had he finished his round and come back? I wasn't sure if I wanted him again or not. I went to the door unable to decide.

It was my friend Ruth.

"Fancy a coffee?" she asked, holding up a new bag of our favourite blend of beans. "I saw you getting an early delivery this morning so I knew you were up.

I think I went a little red. What had she seen? Which delivery did she mean? Did she suspect I was such a slut as I think I am finding out that I am.

We went through to the kitchen, and I hoped there was no mess left on the floor. I had cleaned up earlier but I was a little paranoid.

Our coffee chat flowed easily and I began to relax. Perhaps she hadn't seen anything after all. Eventually at a pause in the conversation she said,

"Look, I have been wondering about saying this for a few weeks now and haven't found the right moment or the courage. It is a New Year now though and I have to say it."

She paused and I wondered what was coming.

"I know it hasn't been that long since you lost Tim, and it may be too soon for you to think about settling down with someone again...It is two years since my husband walked out on me and I am not ready, so I get that. It is just that I wondered if you maybe wanted a bit of excitement, in your life. Oh god, you look shocked. You must think I am terrible."

"Its fine. I just never expected you to say something like that." I replied. If only she knew.

Ruth went on.

"Look. It may not be for you. I never thought it would be for me - but there is this club I go to. A private club. Oh, this is so difficult. I have never told anyone before. You are going to ask me to leave in a minute I'm almost sure, but it is a club where, where...well you know, you can meet people and, well... have fun with them in a sort of intimate way. I wondered if you would like to come with me."

"A sex club? Is that what you mean?" I asked, very excited.

"Yes." said Ruth. "I'm sorry. You must think I am terrible even mentioning that. You are the only person I have ever told."

"When can we go?" I asked. "I'm up for that."

"Really?" said Ruth, her turn to look shocked.

Over the next few minutes I told Ruth about all the things I had done, right up to this morning's little adventure, including seeing her in her garden..

"He fucked you right here? Today? In this kitchen?" Ruth asked looking a bit aghast.

I got up from the stool and stood, bent over, hands on the counter by the window. Just where I had stood earlier.

"Just like this." I said. The memory was exciting me.

Ruth came and stood behind me.

"He would have seen me in my garden, if you did." she said.

"Don't worry, I think his focus was elsewhere." I said, laughing.

"Yes slamming his hard cock into you like this." said Ruth in a husky voice as she grabbed my hips and thrust her pelvis against my bum a few times, making my breasts swing and jostle inside my dressing gown. I was shocked how good it felt to have Ruth do that.

"Mmm yes. Just like that. Makes the memory really vivid, you doing that. He was banging me harder than that though."

Ruth slid her hands round my thighs to get a better grip. Rucking my gown up as she did and making it gape open. My breasts were just about out.

Ruth thrust at me harder a few times.

"More like it?" asked Ruth.

"Yes. You get the idea." Strangely Ruth didn't stop immediately, and I found I didn't want her to.

When she did stop a few thrusts later, I was really turned on. She let me up and I turned round to face her. The front of my gown was fully open and my breasts were out of it.

"Ooh girl! What lovely big juggs you have." said Ruth smiling

"Oh! They have all fallen out, haven't they."

"Bigger than my tits for sure. The guys at the club will fall over one another to get their hands on those beauties." said Ruth.

"I'm no expert but yours look pretty good too."

Ruth was wearing a pair of jeans, a white tee shirt and a big baggy cardigan. I noticed two things at that moment. Firstly, I think I could see Ruth's nipples making little peaks through her bra and tee shirt. Secondly I had made no move to tuck my boobs back into my gown.

We just stood there for a few moments looking at each other.

Without really making a conscious decision to do it, I reached up, and gently caressed one of Ruth's boobs.

"I can imagine a lot of guys wanting to do that." I said.

Ruth shuddered. Had I gone too far,

"Yes. They always seem to want to." she replied softly "but they generally prefer them unwrapped; like yours."

I felt Ruth's hands on my breasts, and it was good. Very good. Once again, I was shocked.

"Wow. " I said quietly. I have never had another woman do that to me before. "It feels really nice and makes me want more. Is it something you like to do?"

Ruth looked thoughtful.

"I have never done it before. I like it too. Pretending to fuck you from behind was just for a bit of a laugh, but it turned me on. This is so new."

We looked intently at one another.

"Do you think we could both be bi-sexual and never known it? Is that possible" I asked Ruth.

"I don't know. Maybe. I have always liked the look of other women's bodies at the club...but it never went further than curiosity, and I just assumed it was because of the men that I became aroused, but now I wonder." said Ruth thoughtfully.

"What do we do now?" I asked. Very excited by what Ruth's answer might be

"I think we suspend judgement and just experiment, if you are okay with that." said Ruth smiling.

"I am very okay with that...but I have no idea what women do with each other." I said.

"Me neither, but we will figure that out I'm sure. Let's just go with the flow. I am sure there are plenty of videos on the web that will help us if we get stuck...but I don't think we will need them today, do you?" said Ruth in a very sexy voice.

"No. I don't think so. Let's go upstairs." I replied and held out my hand. Ruth took it and we headed up to my room.