Chapter 8

Following a very, very strange day, I struggled home along a strange new route, back to Rob’s flat. Now, our flat. We’d decided to call his flat home, it was far superior to my room with my family.

I was in first and I made dinner. When Rob came in, we spent a quiet evening in front of the telly. I was pleased because it gave me a chance to try and sort out my whirling thoughts and to reconcile the images of the fucked Miss Ferguson with the prim boss I liked and worked for. Several times I turned to Rob to tell him, but at the last moment I changed my mind.

Eventually, tired out, I crawled naked into bed beside Rob and lay awake listening to his breathing, still unable to get Miss Ferguson’s soggy genitals out my mind. Eventually, I suppose. I must have nodded off because the bloody alarm frightened me awake. This time, however, I jumped out of bed to avoid another disaster like the day before.

I worried all the way in to work about what the day would bring. I think that I was more confused, when it turned out to be very, very normal. Nine to five of typing, taking dictation and filing. There were no innuendos, my boss was the prim smartly dressed boss of the past.

Next day I got in again early, and the evening went exactly as before until we went to bed.

I slipped in between the sheets, naked as usual, but after lying still for a while Rob turned towards me and began rolling my nipple between finger and thumb. My heart sank. I dreaded another ten or twenty minutes of trying to get satisfaction from an inadequate, soft, organ. I shuddered when I compared the hard cocks in Monday’s office with Robs drooping phallus. The teasing of my nipples created images of Badri tearing at Mrs Ferguson’s tits and brought to mind the Monday before and I caught my breath. Rob took my hand and pulled it towards his groin and his soft penis. I began to work it backward and forward but with little response. What could I do at least to stimulate myself, even if I failed to stimulate Rob?

“Listen Rob.” I said.

I thought to myself, “I’ll tell him about Miss Ferguson and try to drag whatever enjoyment I can from the memory.”

“At work yesterday...” and I proceeded to tell him about Brian winning the prize and so on.

Wonder of wonders, it wasn’t long before the sleeping “giant” in my hand began to show some interest. So I prolonged the telling. His hand strayed to my twat and began to finger fuck me. His cock was now up to a very respectable size and rigidity. He abruptly rolled onto me and easily, to a happy gasp from me, forced himself right home, bringing a sudden end to my successful career as a story teller!,

“Right my lad I think I’ve sussed you,” I thought, “Dirty, dirty, can’t be dirty enough!” A hard penis whenever I wanted it. I was content – but, I was brought up short, what about me?

Rob was by now driving his baton into me with enthusiasm but, oh it was nice and all that, but nice was all it was. If I had to spend the next hour feeling like this then O.K. But! Now I’ve been known to almost tear myself apart when a raging orgasm was triggered by squirting sperm. Let me tell you that Rob was squirting, I could feel his prick twitching as he filled me. A trickle of cum flooded out and ran over my bum and I shivered. But no orgasm.

“Oh God!” He collapsed on me panting. “Tony that was wonderful.”

He rolled onto his back, hugged me and fell asleep. I thought for a while about the merits of being a man, sleeping on a dry sheet and the demerits of womanhood sleeping in a wet pool of sperm. Oh well.

I lay beside my sleeping husband and thought back to the eve of my wedding when Mike’s fucking did little for me, until the rustic appeared. My fingers found my clitoris and I daydreamed of cocks, orgasms and being watched as I gently pleasured myself to sleep.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully enough and Friday saw us deciding what to do to to celebrate our first weekend as a married couple at home. Finally we decided to go down to our local and have a chat with Charlie and Denise, an older couple, who had befriended us during our courting days.

The pub was quiet when we got there, no sign of either Charlie or Denise. We settled into a corner of the ancient mahogany and maroon lounge, not too close to the open fire, but not too far away either. We chatted about nothing until after an hour or so Charlie came in. He got a pint and joined us.

“Hi kids.” he grinned. “How’s married life? Endless sex? Well make the most of it” He rolled on his stool laughing.

“Dirty sod,” Rob grinned at him. “Denise let you off the leash?”

“Nah, her mothers not too well, she’s gone up to look after her for a day or two.”

“Ah a diet of beans on toast then.”

“Pretty much my lad.”

The evening passed pleasantly until just before closing time, when we were all pleasantly relaxed and a little merry, Rob said, “I say Charlie, why don’t you come back with us for a nightcap?”

“Well there’s nothing for me at home apart from the dog, so yes, thanks, that would be good.”

We finished our drinks, gathered ourselves together, and wandered back to our flat. Charlie made all the right noises about how nice and convenient it was and so on and we were soon settled with drinks in our hands, Rob and I on the sofa with Charlie in one of our easy chairs.

After a couple more drinks the conversation became a little flirty and suggestive until Rob said, “What do you think of Toni’s tits Charlie? I think they’re just beautiful.”

“Well, Rob old man, I can’t say that I’ve ever seen them.”

“Go on Toni show Charlie your tits.”

“No Rob, Charlie doesn’t want to see my tits.” My heart missed a beat!

“Yes he does! Don’t you Charlie?”

“Well, to tell you the truth Toni, I’d very much like to see your breasts. That is if you don’t mind or have any moral objections.”

“Go on Toni.” Rob urged.

Then it struck me – dirty, dirty, can’t be too dirty. My breath caught in my throat!

I sat forward on the sofa and pulled my sweater over my head. After putting it on the floor I reached behind and unhooked my bra. I let it skip forward and my breasts peeped out. I dropped the bra onto the sweater and looked at Charlie. His eyes devoured me and I loved it! I realised that this was my kink, I just loved being watched. My inhibitions just rolled away.

I stood up took a couple of steps towards Charlie and lifted the back of my skirt to flash Rob my bum, walked on and knelt beside Charlie’s chair.

I turned to Roy.

“You can’t expect Charlie to judge my tits if he can’t feel them.” Roy was perspiring and I turned back to Charlie.

“Go on then Charlie try them!”

He reached out and carefully weighed them. First right and then left. Each nipple got its attention too, being gently rolled and then tweaked. A final nip made me jump.

“I’d say Rob as an expert in boobs, that these are as perfect a pair as I’ve ever fondled.”

Rob, red faced and with a definite flush only grinned and nodded.

I returned to the sofa, and said, “Now Rob, he’s seen my tits, I’m sure he’d like to see your cock. Yes Charlie?”

“Well Toni I’m sure I’d like to see where the exposure of his dick will lead!”

I turned back to Rob and reached for his zip. I tugged it down and reached in to grasp him. Rob was trembling and made no move to stop me. When I pulled him out I shuddered with delight. The rigid head was already shiny with pre-cum. I pulled his foreskin over the head, to and fro, delighting in the smooth, slippery feel of him. I took him in my mouth for the very first time and licked carefully round the head. I pressed my tongue into the small slit in the end and suddenly found myself gagging as my mouth filled with pumping globules of Rob’s cum. I jerked away in surprise, I didn’t expect such a rapid response. I gulped and swallowed down the mouthful as a long ribbon fired over my face and into my hair. I quickly covered the pulsing organ with my mouth again before he could blast semen all over me.

He pumped my mouth full again with the last couple of beats of his prick. I turned round and looked at Charlie, grinned, opened my mouth and showed him Robs cum. I made a production of swallowing and showing him my empty mouth.

I sat back on my heels and continued to gently masturbate Rob as his dick finished its flow and his orgasm subsided.

“Do it for Charlie.” Rob muttered quietly but clearly.

I turned round and watched Charlie pull his cock out.

“Not too old for this are you Charlie?”

“Try me you cheeky little tart, but first get out the rest of your kit.”

I stood up and after unbuttoning my denim skirt let it slide to the floor. It joined my pullover and bra in the corner. I turned away from Charlie and pulled my knickers down, bending over as I did so giving him a obscene view of my arse and cunt from behind. Rob stared at me with a far away expression on his face. Straightening and turning slowly back to Charlie I gave him time to appreciate my close cropped pubis, where the puffy lips of my vagina showed clearly, amid their triangle of fluff.

I wiped my face free of Rob’s cum on my knickers, before throwing the garment onto the pile in the corner. I knelt at Charlie feet and took his lovely shaft in my hand but I looked at Rob, as I very slowly slipped the dick into my mouth. Rob flushed and licked his lips his eyes riveted on the blow job.

After a while I had worked up a fine mouthful of slime and was enjoying the gasping and the twitching of his stomach that told me that Charlie was getting close.

“Steady back ... Toni I don’t want to come in your mouth, I want to fuck you. Is that all right with you Rob?”

I pulled Charlie’s cock from my mouth and turned to Rob. Long ribbons of slime dripped from my mouth, joining dick to lip. I wiped it away with the back of my hand and waited, looking Rob straight in the eye, heart thumping. I put out my tongue and licked some of Charlie’s pre-cum from the back of my hand, my eyes never leaving my husbands face. His answer was important to me, my cunt was now throbbing with my need to have sex.

“Why not Charlie, she loves it.”

Charlie immediately stood up and rapidly stripped. When he was naked with his slippery dick erect, sticking out in front of him, he took me by the hand and sat me beside Rob on the sofa. He knelt between my thighs and lowered his head. I squirmed as his teasing tongue slithered down my slit and poked into my cunt-hole. Back up his tongue rolled around my clit and I shuddered. Oh he knew his way around a cunt! Before I knew where I was my hips were bucking into his face.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” I chanted in time with his teasing tongue.

I was clutching at the sofa, at my hair, anywhere as my orgasm built. It seemed to happen very quickly but I suppose after the week I’d had It wasn’t surprising. I was vaguely aware of holding a hard dick in my hand as I spiralled out into space with Charlie’s tongue poking into my hole.