Chapter 1

After that first steamy session with the amateur photography group, I couldn’t resist the thrill.

James called me a few days later, his voice low and suggestive over the phone, inviting me for another round of fun—this time outdoors, deep in the Scottish Highlands during a scorching summer’s day ( a rarity I know!).

My husband Mike was off on a work trip, clueless as ever, so I agreed, my pulse quickening at the thought of those five older men having me all to themselves again.

I shamelessly arranged a babysitter so I could head off for some filthy sex fun with my older lovers.

They picked me up in a cramped hired mini bus, the air already thick with anticipation as I climbed in wearing a simple sundress that hugged my curves, no bra or panties underneath to make things easier, and a pair of wedge heels.

“Here she is, boys!”Mark chirped up, “our own little sex kitten!”

I smiled back, licking my lips and teasing them, “Here I am boys! Looking forward to this so fucking much!”

The drive was about an hour in length and wound through rolling hills, but the real action started right away.

I slid into the middle seat between Mark and Graham, the bus bouncing over the roads, jostling us close.

James was up front driving, glancing back in the rearview with a smirk, while Dan and Kevin squeezed in the back row, their eyes locked on me. ‘So, Anna, ready to give us another show?’ James drawled, his skinny fingers tight on the wheel. ‘Bet that married pussy’s been dripping just thinking about it, hasn’t it? Your hubby’s off somewhere, and here you are, legs itching to spread for a bunch of dirty old cocks.’

I laughed, feeling the heat build between my thighs, and hiked my dress up a bit, flashing the bare skin of my legs. ‘Oh, James, you know me too well. I’ve been touching myself every night remembering how you all fucking stared at my wet slit and aching tits and used me like a good little slut wife last time.’

Graham, his pot belly pressing against my side, let out a booming laugh and grabbed my thigh, his rough palm sliding higher. ‘Come on, love, don’t tease. Show us what’s under there—last time you were soaked before we even started. Spread those legs and let us pet that sweet little cunt.’

His fingers dug in, petting my inner thigh, inching toward my core as I parted my knees slightly, the dress riding higher until my smooth, shaved mound peeked out.

But they wanted more. Mark, the grey-haired stud on my other side, leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and captured my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth like he owned it. I moaned into him, sucking on his tongue as our mouths meshed wetly, saliva mixing while his hand cupped my breast through the dress, thumb circling my hardening and already dripping nipple.

‘Spread wider, girl,’ he growled against my lips before diving back in for another sloppy kiss. ‘Let us see that slit—pet it, finger it, make it gush for us.’

I did, thighs opening as far as the seat allowed, exposing my pussy lips already glistening with arousal. The men groaned in unison. Dan from the back craned his neck. ‘Fuck, look at her—juices running down her thighs already. Hubby’s got no idea his wife’s such an eager slut, begging for our hands on her milky tits and holes.’

Kevin chuckled, his long hair falling over his shoulders as he leaned forward, pulling me into a hungry kiss over Graham’s shoulder, his tongue tangling with mine in long, swirling strokes that left me breathless. ‘Touch it, Anna. Rub that clit for us while we drive—let us watch your fingers pet that sloppy pussy.’

My fingers dipped down, circling the swollen nub, the wet sounds filling the bus as Graham shoved my dress up to my waist. ‘Panties? Nah, you’re bare—perfect for fingering later. Here, let me pet these fat tits first.’ He yanked the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts, and mauled them roughly, pinching and rolling my nipples, making me squirt milk while I kissed Kevin deeper, our tongues dueling sloppily.

James swerved a bit on purpose, the jolt pushing my legs wider. ‘Keep flashing, keep those lips parted. Imagine our cocks waiting to stretch you out here—kissing you, groping you, filling every inch.’

The filthy talk had me throbbing; I slipped a finger inside my hole, pumping it slowly, my free hand gripping the seat as arousal leaked onto the upholstery. Mark broke from watching to kiss me again, his tongue probing deep, hand joining Graham’s on my chest, petting and squeezing until my nipples ached. ‘My long dick’s twitching just watching. Save some of that wetness for me—spread it on your tits so we can lick it off later.’

Dan reached from the back, his stout fingers petting my exposed ass cheek, slapping it lightly. ‘Yeah, Anna, finger that married cunt harder—tell us how bad you want our tongues in your mouth and our hands all over you.’

I gasped into Mark’s kiss, ‘God, yes—pet me everywhere, tongue me until I can’t breathe.’

By the time we hit the dirt track to the woods, my thighs were slick with my cunt juice, pussy aching for more, the men’s bulges straining against their pants, their hands still roaming, petting my body like it was theirs.

We pulled into a secluded clearing amid ancient pines, the summer sun filtering through the leaves, warm and inviting.

The men unloaded cameras and bags, but James handed me a duffel first. ‘Change here, Anna—strip down and slip into the first outfit. Red Riding Hood, but our version: short as sin. And while you do, come here for a kiss.’

He pulled me close before I even started undressing, his tall, skinny body pressing against mine as his tongue invaded my mouth in a fierce, open-mouthed kiss, hands petting my ass through the dress. I melted into it, sucking his tongue hungrily, feeling his hard cock grind against my belly.