The Sunday after the football evening, Rose and Graham drove to a small pub in the country for lunch. Afterwards, they parked up at Ainsdale Beach to talk. They sat and discussed some of the issues they both had about her actions on the night of the football match. Then, they discussed the pros and cons of attending the poker party at Bruce's house. Rose was still undecided. She didn't like that it was premeditated or that Maureen would be there. Graham pointed out that she did not have to participate, as although he'd like to watch her again, he was more concerned about her being comfortable. Rose replied that with Zak and Joe attending, they were unlikely to allow her to sit and watch, and she doubted she could resist them. 

Then she added, "But I see you're keen to go. You could go on your own if you want to fuck Maureen?"

Graham hesitated, and Rose gave him a dirty look. So he quickly answered, "I hesitate because I'm wondering how to answer. It's not something I feel I can give a yes/no answer to. I was there the night Bruce met Maureen. She was pretty and had a reputation for being free with her favours.

Every guy at the party was trying to get into her pants. I thought she fancied me and was more than a little piqued when she left the party with Bruce. I always felt it was because his father owned the largest construction company in the area, and that, had everything been even, she would have left with me. But once I met you, I gave up any thought of sleeping with her. Then, when she got that fancy job, she changed, and that was the end of my old fantasies. So, the answer would be no. However, seeing Maureen taken by some of Bruce's rough workmates is very tempting."

"What if I said you could fuck her with my blessing, if I can have a night out with Zak?"

"That's not a very fair swap. Maureen might be a lousy lay, and I don't fancy fucking in front of other men. Whereas you say Zak is super hot in bed."

They left things at that, Graham not saying she couldn't have a night alone with Zak, but he didn't concede either. Monday was Rose's day off, so she went to the gym with June. And after the gym, over coffee, June asked Rose what she had done over the weekend. Rose told her about the visit to the sex shop and her ride on the Sybian. June was intrigued about why she had visited a sex shop. So Rose had to tell her about the poker night, buying the maids' outfits, and the fact that she wasn't sure about attending.

June threw her arm up, "Ooooh, I will go in your place. I told you I wanted to have a gangbang. Tell your friend I will be a host and very accommodating."

Rose explained that it was not her place to invite anyone else but would mention her interest to Bruce if the chance arose.

On Wednesday, when Graham got home from work, he told Rose that Bruce was coming around after dinner. Rose gave him a look that told him Bruce would have difficulty convincing her to attend. And later, when Bruce sheepishly walked into the lounge, Rose told him he had better prepare a bloody good argument if he was here to try and get her to come to his party.

"Look, first I must apologise for my behaviour the other night. I was way out of line. But I had imagined sleeping with you from the first time Graham introduced us, and watching you become aroused and submissive overrode all my common sense."

"Accepted. I'll hold you to that should you ever try again."

"But I need you to come and host on Saturday night. I have given Maureen a stupid ultimatum about what I will do if she doesn't attend, and she says she'll only do it if you are there. I shouldn't have put such an ultimatum on Maureen, but I have. I'm not expecting you to sleep with anyone. I will actively discourage it if you don't want to."

"That's all and well for you to say. But with Zak and Joe attending, I don't see how you can promise that. What if someone took my place? One of the nurses at work would like to attend, and she's more than willing to fool around."

Bruce and Graham looked at Rose and went to ask simultaneously what she was like.

"Her name is June. She's older than me, forty-eight, I believe."

Both men's faces dropped. Rose guessed they had been thinking it would be some twenty-year-old nurse. 

"Hey! She's way fitter than I, much the same size, and reasonably attractive. You could do a lot worse. She's been divorced for over two years and has been getting back into the dating scene."

"I have no issues with her coming along," said Bruce. "But I still have the issue that Maureen won't attend unless you do. If this June came along, and something does happen, would that allow you to escape upstairs if you don't wish to get involved?"

Rose indicated she would think about it. Then Graham asked who, what and why the night was so important.

"COVID very nearly bankrupted us. We have been slowly trading our way out of the mess. But I have just had a major project fall through, and these French guys are offering me work on a project they have going down in Manchester. One is the Managing Director, a sixty-year-old named Renaud. The other guy is Jules. He is about thirty, but he is important as he will take over the business when Renaud retires. Joe is attending again as he is my senior project manager, and it's Joe. I will move to Manchester to run the staff we send over there. I have also invited Ted, our stonemason, as there is a lot of stone matching in the existing building. And Jules has asked to meet with him."

"So why are Zak and his friend coming?" Asked Rose.

Bruce looked guilty. "Jules asked if I could arrange a woman. So I asked Zak if he knew anyone, as he's the only single guy I know, and as you have found out, he's a bit of a player. He said he knew a couple of women who might fit the bill, then asked to bring his mate to the poker game. I have to tell you, this was all arranged over a month ago, long before our soccer evening. After our football evening, I realised I needed to sort out my marriage and put the hard word on Maureen. She used to be into this sort of thing, and we did some swinging fifteen years ago. But you both know how she has changed, and up to now, I have been to chicken to put my foot down."

Rose asked, "What about the woman that Zak suggested?"

"He never got back to me with a specific lady. And when he left our soccer evening the other week, he suggested we ask you to host the night."

Graham butted in, "What about the food? Do the girls have to cook?"

"Food has all been arranged with caterers. There will be a light dinner before we play cards, then various snacks to be served while we play."

Eventually, Rose agreed to attend the poker night, and over the next half hour, they nutted out a plan. Before he left, Bruce gave Rose a bundle of money to buy June a maid's outfit. Rose tried to hand back half of what he gave her, but Bruce shook his head. "Look, get her an outfit and some sexy lingerie and anything else she wants. I want this night to go well. The future of my company depends on it."

Thursday, Rose and June were on the early shift, and during their 10:00 am break, Rose asked June if she still wanted to attend. June was more than willing, and they arranged to buy her the maid's outfit when they finished work at 2:00. When Rose returned from her break, Maureen texted Rose to ask where she was, as she was at her house and wanted to talk. Rose texted back that she was at work and wouldn't be home before 4:00 pm.

A text came back, 'SEE YOU THEN.'

When Rose and June got to the sex shop, there was no sign of Jane, the assistant who had served Graham and her the week before. The young assistant was there, though, and an older man. The girl did not remember her and did not seem interested in moving from behind the counter. So Rose led June to the shelf holding the maids' outfits. Then, to the lingerie section, where they grabbed her a sexy red lingerie set. At the counter, Rose asked about purchasing a Sybian machine, hoping the manager would offer to let them try it. She was dying to see June splayed out on it. But he said they didn't have any in stock and would need to order one, adding that he wouldn't do that without a firm order and a deposit. Rose pulled out all the remaining cash Bruce had given her and ordered one in his name.

They arranged for June to drive to Rose's at 6:00 on Saturday night. As June got in her car to drive home, Rose told her to bring a nightie: "You can spend the night at ours. I'll make up the spare bed, as you won't want to drive home if you have a couple of drinks."

Maureen was waiting at the door when Rose arrived home. She let her in, took her to the kitchen, and turned on the kettle.

"What do you want to talk about?" Rose asked.

"Bruce says that you will host with me on Saturday night. I'm uncomfortable with hosting this evening and want to know how much you know about it. He says it is life or death for his business and wants me to be nice to the two French guys he has invited. I'm no fool. Bruce probably wants me to flirt and not complain when they maul me. Are you aware of this?

Rose looked her in the eye. "Yes, but I knew nothing about it when you were here last Friday. When Graham arrived home that evening, I asked what was happening, and he told me about the French guys. He also told me the younger French guy had asked if Bruce could arrange a woman. They have arranged for me to bring a divorced friend who is dating again. She is very free with her favours, and I intend to keep out of the way if that goes down."

"Oh! You know more than me, then. I thought it would be me fighting off the French skirt chasers all night. Bruce took me to some bawdy parties years ago, and I thought he was setting us up for something like that again."

Rose kept her mouth shut and fought to stop letting Maureen know that that was exactly what Bruce was thinking. She tried to pry a little more information about Maureen's past but got nothing more than what she already knew. They discussed Maureen's work and the stress of striving to reach the top. Rose wanted to ask why working like that was so important for her when they were already well off. But she bit her tongue, knowing Maureen was unlikely to listen to any of her advice. But when Maureen left, Rose realised it was the first time she had tried to understand the woman and that some of the alienation was partly her fault.

—— 

June arrived at their house early on Saturday evening, so they knocked back a couple of G&Ts until they were ready to leave. 

June was more than impressed when they drove up to Bruce and Maureen's house. It was the polar opposite of her neighbourhood, where many streets had old cars dumped. The house was also impressive—two stories and well-kept.

Bruce and Maureen met them at the door. Maureen dragged them upstairs to change while Bruce took Graham down to the basement to move the furniture around and set out the two card tables and chairs he had hired.

They stripped out of their street clothes and, with much banter, began pulling on the sexy lingerie and their outfits. Maureen took discreet glances at the other two women. She noted that June was attractive and in much better shape than she was, considering they were much the same age. But Maureen struggled to imagine June sleeping around. She did not look the type, although she took in the bunch of flowers tattooed onto the woman's left leg. In Maureen's books, a woman with a tattoo would likely be a loose woman. 

Once dressed, they wandered down to the lounge to await the caterers. Their conversation quickly progressed to what the men would expect of them. And when June stated she hoped the men wouldn't be a bunch of old fuddy-duddies wanting to play cards all night. Maureen couldn't help herself, she blurted out. "Rose says you don't mind if the French guy wants to sleep with you. Apart from your tattoo, you don't look like the sort of woman who would ever do that."

June laughed, "Oh, I'm certainly up for that, and the others as well."

"Why?" Asked Maureen.

June didn't hesitate, "I come from a very different socio-economic class than you two. I was born in 1978, and my father was unemployed for most of my teens. My mother worked as a nurse and supplemented my father's dole payments. I lost my virginity far sooner than I should have and had half a dozen wham-bang-thank-you ma'am experiences in the back seat of cars.

I met my husband when I was nineteen, and we were married six months later. I thought he was filthy rich, as he had a good job. I soon realised my husband was not rich but wanted to be. He was happy to work all hours to achieve his dream. And pushed me to return to work once the kids ate solids. The sex was never anything special, even before we had the kids. Two years ago, I found he had been fucking his secretaries for years. I moved out, took him for all I could, and bought a new apartment on the street over from where I was born. I wanted to change, so I joined the local gym to get myself back in shape. I love the gym, ask Rose. I introduced her to the gym a few months ago."

Maureen looked to Rose, who winked at her and ran her hands down her body, highlighting her now-trimmed hips.

June continued, "I began dating the guys at the gym. The youngest I've been with was just nineteen, and the oldest was thirty. And with a few exceptions, the sex has been amazing. But they are all jealous and are not into sharing. I want to try a threesome and would even like to be gang-banged at least once, so to answer your question, I'd like nothing more than for tonight to turn into an orgy."

A knock on the door halted their conversation. It was the caterer's, and they spent the next while sorting out what needed to go in the warming drawer and what they would reheat as the night progressed. 

When they had the food sorted, Maureen took them down to the games room to check out the bar. Bruce and Graham gave admiring wolf whistles and sexy comments about their outfits. June admitted to working in a bar in her youth and being a dab hand at making cocktails. 

Bruce asked her to knock the girls up something strong to get them in the mood while he went and collected Renaud and Jules from their hotel.

June made them Black Russians. Graham grabbed a beer. Then, they went upstairs to the lounge to await the guests. Once seated, Maureen asked June to tell her more about her adventures. June related how she had been trying to get invited to a swingers' party. One of the nurses at the hospital had been to one with her husband. But to go, she had to have a partner, which proved a problem as she did not want to turn up with some young guy from the gym.

"Graham could take you," Rose offered.

"I certainly will not," Graham countered. "Bruce might be a goer, though."

They all turned to Maureen, "I'm sure he would love to. Not sure how he will get it past me, though."

While Maureen continued to discuss this with Graham, June turned to Rose and asked her which guys attending that evening would be her best bet for some action. And forgetting who was present, Rose replied, "Well, I don't know all that will be coming tonight, but if you like it rough, then Joe is your man. He's quite good, but as I say, very rough and into inflicting some pain. Zak, on the other hand, I have told you about. If you fancy a bit of the tar brush, then he's your man. But I know nothing of the guys they are bringing with them."

Suddenly, Rose became aware that the lounge had gone deadly quiet, and she turned to see Maureen staring with her mouth open.

"God," Maureen blurted out. "You mean that when Bruce told me you were popular with all the guys, he was really telling me you had slept with them the night of the game?"

Rose turned to Graham and gave him a help me out look.

Graham turned to Maureen, "We didn't want any of our friends to find out. Can you keep that to yourself?"  

Just as Maureen was about to reply, there was a loud knock on the front door. Rose leapt up to answer it, happy to escape the room. At the door, she found Zak with an even bigger Jamaican. He introduced his friend as Dante and leaned in to kiss her cheek. " You're a sight for sore eyes. I've thought about you a lot since the other night and have been waiting for you to call."

Rose told Zak she was not ready to call him and turned to close the door.

"Leave the door. Joe and another guy pulled in behind us," said Zak.

"Take Dante to the lounge, and Graham will introduce you to the others."

She turned and watched Joe lead a short, stocky guy, whom she knew must be Ted, up the front path. 

Rose pecked Joe on the cheek and shook Ted's hand. She didn't need to be told he was the stone mason, as his hand was calloused and felt like sandpaper. They kissed her on the cheek, and she directed them to the lounge but didn't follow them, as she had seen Bruce's car pulling into the drive.

The two Frenchmen climbed out and followed Bruce to the front door. Renaud was grey-haired and looked like he spent a lot of time outdoors, as he was tanned and had little fat on his solid frame. Jules, however, was over six feet, broad-shouldered, and his expensive suit was tapered and fit snugly. Bruce had not done the man justice when he said he was handsome. He had a square jaw, deep-set brown eyes, and a lock of dark hair hanging over his brow. His full lips almost made him look too handsome, but there was a sharp edge to his looks that told you he was someone to be wary of.

Bruce led them into the lounge and, after introducing the two men to Graham, asked him to continue the introductions while he took Rose aside.

Bruce whispered, "No one knows that Maureen is my wife, and I asked Joe and Zak to keep quiet about your marriage to Graham. Renaud and Jules believe you girls are from an escort agency. Will you talk to June and ask her to play along when you can?"

"What will you do if you have to take Maureen to some function with them in the future?" Rose asked.

"I'll worry about that if it ever happens."

After the introductions, Bruce led the men down to the games room and had them sit at the table. June followed them down, saying she would get them all drinks. Maureen and Rose prepared the food that needed heating and then took the entrees down to them. The mains and desserts followed these.

When they were almost finished their meals, Rose asked the men if they wanted tea or coffee. The French guys wanted coffee, so Rose slipped back upstairs to make them. Jules followed her, saying that he needed to use the toilet. Rose was very aware of him following close behind her as she climbed the stairs and held the hem of her maid's skirt against the back of her thighs, mortified that he would catch a glimpse of her crotchless knickers.

She slipped into the kitchen and was relieved when he continued down the hall. She'd expected him to grab her bum and was not sure how she should react. But as she filled the kettle, she felt him move behind her and his warm breath on her neck.

As she turned to confront him, Jules said, "Bruce said the toilet was the third door on the left, but that is his office. Come, I will show you." He placed his hand on her back and nudged her into the hall.

Rose tried to point out the toilet door, which was to the right, but Jules guided her into the office, and she heard the door snap closed behind them. The room was dimly lit, just a lamp on the office desk and a small amount of street light coming in through the Venetians. She turned to leave, but Jules leaned in and kissed her. He had a hand behind her head, not letting her turn away, and his other hand was in the small of her back, drawing her body against him.

His kiss was so passionate and arousing that Rose forgot to fight. She tensed, though, as she felt his hand move down onto her bare thighs, and she let out a little squeal as it slid around the inside of her left thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. He didn't touch her privates, though. Instead, he lifted his hand to her tummy, caressing and kneading her bare, sensitive flesh. Rose reached down and grabbed his wrist and tried to push his hand down onto her swollen, drenched gash. He resisted and drew her hand behind her, saying, "All in good time, woman, all in good time. Feel what you have done to me."

Rose gasped in delight as she felt him hardening in her hand. He felt huge, and she went to tell him he was too big. But he spun her around and pushed her face down on the desk. She felt her skirt lifted roughly up onto her back and heard him gasp, "Of you dirty little slut. You're wearing crotchless knickers. You look so innocent. Fuck me, that's sexy," 

She heard the sound of his zip, then felt him rub his cock against her ass and thighs. It was evident he was savouring the moment, but she cried out, "For god's sake fuck me. I need you now."

Holding her wrist, Jules made her stroke him, then urged her to insert it.

"Look what you have done to me, you sexy little minx. I'm so glad Bruce didn't arrange some teen stripper for tonight. You are fucking glorious. I see from the ring on your finger that you are married. Does your husband know you are here?"

As she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft, Rose nodded her head, indicating that her husband did know she was there.

"Your husband must be nuts to let you out of his sight. I would never let you go out alone if you were mine."

Rose urged him to be quiet and not discuss her husband. She knew she shouldn't be there alone. The understanding was that her favours were only to be given if Graham was by her side. But she knew they were both too far gone to stop now. And she pushed his knob down, lined it up, and then thrust back against him. She tried to keep quiet but couldn't help from letting out a loud moan as his wonderful cock slid into her.

Rose let go of his shaft so it could fully penetrate her. She was shocked at his size and how deeply she took him. One of his hands gripped her hair, and he began pulling on it each time he plunged in deep. Her body was reacting to each thrust. The control he had over her was exhilarating. She felt so alive, uninhibited. The hand pulling her hair was painful but also arousing her.

Jules gripped her hair tighter, pulling back hard, "Tell me you like my big cock. You love it, don't you? You're my slut for the night." he growled in her ear.

With every tug on her hair and hard thrust of his hips, another moan left Rose's lips. She loved it, and gave an even louder moan when he slapped her arse. Then he withdrew just as she was about to explode. And as she went to complain, his strong hands rolled her over onto her back and pushed her legs up and wide apart, then directed the head of cock back into her gaping swollen pussy.

She tightened her pelvic muscles and gripped his cock, squeezing it, wanting to get him off as she felt her climax building. She clamped her ankles around his back and drew him in. She felt her juices squishing onto Bruce's desk with every thrust and worried about the state of the paperwork she was lying on. Then, the orgasm was upon her, and she forgot about the paperwork.

"Oh! Fuck. I'm coming. Harder, you bastard, harder. Fuck me harder," she screamed.

Rose arched her back and met his every thrust. "That's it, push yourself onto me," Jules directed.

As he felt her begin to cum, he withdrew and rubbed the head of his cock up and down on her pussy, "Do you want me back in you," he growled.

 "Yes, yes. For god's sake fuck me. I'm coming." Rose yelled again as she writhed her arse back into his crotch.

They exploded almost simultaneously, and Jules slumped to the floor. His head was only inches from her throbbing sex. Rose realised how exposed she was in this outfit, and she tried to close her legs. But Jules held her knees, dipped his head, and enveloped her sex with his mouth. He pressed his tongue against her clit and applied pressure until her orgasmic spasms finished.  Then he stood, helped her to her feet, and tidied himself, ready to return to the games room.

Rose was still shaking as Jules led her back to the kitchen. June was there making the coffee. She gave Rose a knowing look, "Did you enjoy that? Was he good?"

Rose blushed, "I didn't mean for that to happen. I was going to try to stand on the sidelines and watch tonight. But yes, he was incredible."

June laughed, "You realise you were bloody loud. I don't think they would have heard downstairs. But don't be surprised if they did. You may get some lewd remarks when you return downstairs. You have me all horny now. I hope the others don't want to play cards all night."

They carried the hot drinks down to the games room. Rose was embarrassed she was going to be the butt of all their jokes, but no one said anything. The men were all at the poker tables now. Bruce had Jules, Dante and Ted on his table. On the other table were Graham, Renaud, Joe and Zak. After serving the hot drinks, Rose went behind the bar and poured some liqueurs for June and Maureen to hand out. Then, they all stood and watched the action at the tables.

 For the next hour, they handed out drinks and watched the action. Rose was pleased that Graham appeared to be holding his own and not losing too much money. The winner at his table was Joe, who had the largest pile of £2 coins. On the other table, Jules seemed to be ahead, and when Bruce lost another hand, he signalled to Maureen that it was time for some snacks. Rose stayed behind the bar while Maureen and June went upstairs to heat the snacks. They soon returned, carrying plates with Pigs in a Blanket and Reuben Rolls filled with corned beef, cheese and sauerkraut.

The men all stood to take a break when the food arrived. Some headed up to use the toilet, and Joe and Ted came over and grabbed another beer. When they turned away, Zak approached, "Did you enjoy the sex with the Frenchman?" He asked. Rose went to deny it, but he waved her not bother, saying that Jules had given his mate a wink when he returned, and he knew what she looked like when she'd been well fucked."

Rose shrugged and answered, "I didn't have much choice, and I didn't intend to get involved tonight, but he was not going to take no for an answer. June is keen, though, if you need someone."

Zak laughed, "Don't try and dismiss me. I've been thinking about you every day and intend to have some more of your hungry pussy tonight," he slid a hand up under her skirt. "Oh, good," he whispered. "You have those panties on again."

Rose saw that Renaud was watching them, and when Maureen walked by with the tray of snacks, he took the tray from her, placed it on the table, and then pulled her onto his lap. Maureen gave mild resistance, but when his hand slid under her tiny maid skirt, she hid her head in his shoulder and let him have his way.

A couple of the others were watching, and the mood in the room changed instantly. Joe made a beeline for June and took her tray from her. Ted joined him, and they pulled her onto the sofa between them. Rose clamped her legs tightly together and braced herself on the bar as Zak lifted her skirt and groped her bum. Graham was watching and walked over, "I thought you were going to stay on the sidelines and behave tonight."

Pulling her skirt down to try and cover her cheeks, Rose gave him a look, "I told you there would be little chance of that with Zak and Joe here. You had better take me home now if you are not happy."

Graham looked at Zak, caressing her butt, "No, I'm never going to complain watching you being fucked, as long as you don't go behind my back. But I think it may be a little late. You let Jules fuck you before. Didn't you?"

Rose acknowledged she had and mouthed sorry. Zak piped up, "Regarding that, I have a function to attend in Manchester next Saturday. I need to take a date. I'd really like to take Rose."

Graham shook his head, but Rose replied, "That would be wonderful. Give me a couple of days to convince my husband."

Zak looked at Graham. "We would need to stay overnight. It's a music awards night and will not likely finish until the small hours. But I promise to keep her safe."

Their conversation was interrupted by a long moan, and they saw that Renaud had Maureen spread-eagled on the dining table and had just thrust between her legs. Jules and Dante were on each side of the table, groping her tits, and Bruce was offering his prick to her mouth. Rose looked to her right to see what was happening with June and saw that Joe and Ted had her almost stripped naked. All she was left wearing were her red crotchless knickers.

When they turned her onto her knees and maneuvered her over the arm, Graham saw that June's mound was devoid of hair. He gasped in appreciation, "Did you know she shaved?"

Rose giggled, "No, I had no idea. I guess it's what the young guys at her gym expect. Don't think I'm going to shave for you, though."

The three of them watched as June was taken. Joe did her doggy as he preferred. Ted sat on the settee's armrest and fed himself into her mouth. June didn't seem to be at all unhappy with her predicament.

Looking to Graham for consent, Zak lifted Rose's skirt again, spread her legs with his own, and gently eased his black pole past her messy labia. Graham leaned in and nuzzled her ear. Rose tried to close her legs and stop Zak, complaining that she had not had a chance to clean herself. But he replied he had sloppy seconds plenty of times and didn't mind.

Rose tried to relax, but the smell of her pungent musk made her blush, embarrassed that she smelled like a bitch on heat. Graham noticed. He inhaled deeply, then grabbed her wrists and pulled her head to his groin. Rose willingly sucked him into her mouth, knowing her determination to keep out of the action was lost. And she had the fastest orgasm she had ever experienced.

Rose hadn't fully recovered from her orgasm with Zak when Jules approached. She tried to hold him off, as her whole body was overly sensitive, but he was not to be denied. And as she was so aroused, she capitulated and let him lift her onto the edge of the bar and take her with some urgency. Zak stayed and played with her tits, But Graham, having ejaculated in her mouth, wandered over to watch Maureen. Soon, she was experiencing another massive orgasm. Tears flowed, and she couldn't even form proper words, the pleasure from her third orgasm in just over an hour overwhelming her.

When Rose finally got her breath back, she got them all drinks, and they moved to the settee opposite June to watch the action. Ted was now doing June doggy while Joe had taken his place on the armrest, and June was sucking him clean. Turning their heads slightly to the right, they could watch Maureen, still on the dining table, with Dante about to fuck her.

Dante was hung like a porn star. He had to be 8" long, and Rose felt renewed interest at seeing his hard black hose. When Renaud approached and ordered Jules to move, she didn't bother to object. He slumped beside her and started grabbing at her breasts. Pulling her hand down to his flaccid prick, he growled at Rose to get it hard, then went to town on her sore, abused nipples. She squealed at his rough treatment and tried to push him away, but she was too weak. Zak joined the fray, pulled her legs apart, and went down on her delicate pink folds again.

Unbelievingly, Zak's tongue brought on a new surge of interest. She cried out as her body began to writhe of its own accord. Zak lifted his head to breathe her musky scent. And in his enthusiasm, he ripped the opening of her crotchless panties apart.

Rose felt Renaud's cock becoming hard in her hand, and then he shoved Zak to the side so he could get at her. Thankfully, he was not very large. Still, hot electric shocks ran down her spine, and her pussy started contracting and oozing her creamy honey onto his shaft.

 "You like that, don't you?" Renaud teased. "Fuck you're a good fuck, the best I've had in years."

At Renaud's comment, Zak slipped a hand between them and began pinching clit. Rose no longer had control of her body. She shrieked as she started to come. Renaud covered her mouth and announced he was coming. He pulled out of her wet hole and sprayed his seed over her stomach, some even reaching her breasts. Zak pushed him aside, took aim, and plunged into her spasming pussy. Rose went to resist, then found she could bear his assault, and rocked, squealed, moaned and even cried as Zak fucked her hard. A dozen small orgasms hit in a matter of seconds, leaving her exhausted.

When she came to, Graham was holding her. He asked if she was okay, as she had blacked out. "Yes, I'm knackered, but I'm fine," she whispered.

They sat together, and slowly, Rose began to take in what was happening around her. Renaud was back sitting with Maureen at the table. Bruce was sitting on her other side. June was still on the couch opposite, Joe holding her hand while she was being fucked by Dante. Rose felt a twinge of envy at June getting that beautiful cock, but she knew she was done for the night. Ted, Jules, and Zac were at the bar, helping themselves with more drinks.

"Can we go home soon?" Rose asked.

"Yes. Everyone must be close to done. Shall I get you a cuppa?"

"That would be lovely. Thanks."

Graham raised himself and headed upstairs. Rose saw the guys at the bar look her way. She pulled her bra down and tucked her breasts away, then saw her blouse at her feet. She didn't remember that being removed but pulled it on and began to button it up. Her skirt was nowhere to be seen, and she vaguely remembered Zak removing it at the bar. So she got up and walked over to find it.

Ted reached down and tried to stroke his cock back to life. But Rose quickly indicated she was not interested. And when Jules went to put his hand around her waist, she told him she was done for the night. She saw her skirt on the end of the bar, stepped into it, and, pulling on the zip, she turned for the stairs. She was aware their eyes were locked on her ass and gave it a wiggle. A couple of whistles rewarded her move and one of the men called out, nice arse.

As she passed the kitchen, Rose told Graham she was going upstairs to find her clothes and would meet him in the lounge. Graham was sitting on the couch when Rose came back downstairs. She sat beside him and picked up her mug of tea. "Are you alright?" He asked her. "Yes. I'm fine. Not as uncomfortable or as guilty as last time, but I guess that is to be expected. The orgasms make it all worthwhile, but I'm still scared you will change your mind a dump me because I'm such a slut.

"I won't do that. It was my idea, after all, so I have to live with the bouts of jealousy that swamp me during the night. And talking about jealousy, do you really want to go away with Zak for the night?"

"Let's not talk about that now. I'm not in the mood to make a rational decision. Ask me again in a couple of days."

They drank their tea and must have dozed off, as when they heard voices coming up the stairs, Rose jolted awake and checked her watch. It was almost midnight, so they had dozed for twenty minutes. Graham leapt to his feet, and she noticed a white powdery stain around his fly. She wracked her brains to remember if they had fucked, and, certain they hadn't, snapped, "You slept with Maureen?"

Graham looked guilty. The sound of you coming with Zak and Renaud got me all horny, and I turned to see Maureen sucking on Dante with her arse in the air. It was too much to resist. But I don't think she had a clue it was me. She never turned around."

"So I get to go to the music awards with Zak then. That was our agreement."

Graham mumbled that he did not think he had ever agreed to that. But not wanting an argument, he waved his hand resignedly, hoping he could talk her out of it later.

As they stood to return their cups to the kitchen, Joe and June stepped into the lounge, closely followed by Ted. Seeing that Rose was already changed, June turned and motioned to Rose that she was off upstairs to change also. Bruce stuck his head in as she exited and announced he was taking Renaud and Jules back to their hotel.

—— 

On the drive home, Rose questioned June about her night. June was over the moon about what had gone down. Exuberantly expanding on the different men's virtues, especially Dante's huge cock. Rose was not surprised to hear that she and Joe would see one another again and that he had offered to accompany her to the swingers' night if she got an invite.

 Once back at their house, they all showered and went to bed. On this night, Graham was too buggered to make love, promising he would make it up to her in the morning. Although she was pretty knackered herself, she felt a twinge of disappointment. She wanted him to show her he was not upset with her behaviour.

Rose and Graham woke at daybreak and began discussing their night. A few minutes later, there was a knock on their bedroom door, and June asked if she could join them. Rose called out, "Come in," and June slipped into the bedroom wearing nothing but a very sheer nightie. She went to sit on the side of the bed, but feeling how cold it was, Rose threw back the covers and beckoned her beside her. Too late, Rose realised that she and Graham were both naked, and as June's cool body nestled against her own, she felt a surge of arousal. June must have felt something also, as she asked, "Have you ever fooled around with a woman? "

"No!" Snapped Rose. "Have you?"

"No, never. But I hear it is quite common at the swinger parties. That may be the next thing I get to tick off my bucket list.

"Why not do it now?" asked Graham. "That's something I've always wanted to see."

"No," said Rose. Then she apologised to June. "Not that I don't think you are attractive. But I'd need to have a few drinks and wouldn't want it to be premeditated."

"That's alright. I need to get going anyway. Joe is taking me to lunch, then to a mate's farm. He says there is a barn there that he wants to show me."

Rose laughed at her vision of June bent over a hay bale. "So you didn't mind that he was rough with you?" Rose asked.

"I loved it. I never thought I would, but he had me buzzing like a queen bee. My nipples are still quite sore this morning, though."

June looked away when Graham got out of bed to dress and make them breakfast. She just ate some toast and had a coffee, then excused herself. Rose and Graham made love in the afternoon and again later that night. As with the first time, she was super horny for all of the following week.

On Wednesday, Graham informed Rose that he was going fly fishing with two mates for the weekend. He'd called his mate, Trevor, whose family had a cottage near the River Wharfe. Rose had visited the place more than once and acknowledged that it was a good idea not to sit home and mope.

Taking Graham's plans as his blessing, she phoned Zak and told him she was available for Saturday night if he still needed a partner. Zak offered to pick her up at 3:00 on Saturday afternoon. But not wanting the neighbours to see him pick her up, she declined, got his address, and said she would be outside his address by 3:00 pm.

Saturday morning, Rose treated herself to some beauty treatments at Pure Indulgence and then had her hair done. She packed an overnight bag with the clothes she planned to wear that night and, at 2:30, got their Honda Accord out and drove to Zak's.

Zak waved for her to park her car and join him in his beat-up Vauxhall. But she remembered his erratic driving from the night of the football match when he had driven them home and told him they would take her car. He wanted to drive, but she just told him to get in, that she was not a good passenger.

It took them over an hour to get to their hotel, as the traffic was heavy. It was almost 5:30 when they stepped into their room. Zak had splurged out. They had a superior room, king-size bed, and spa bath. Zak had tried getting into her jeans on the drive and coming up in the lift again. He was at her again as soon as they entered the room. With just over an hour before, they needed to get a taxi to the convention centre. She gave in. But warned him that she didn't want him leaking from her at the awards, so no penetrative sex.

 Grabbing her and saying he agreed, Zak pushed her to her knees, "I need relief, baby. I'll never last until we get back."

Pushing her to her knees. He slid his hands down her arms and grasped her wrists, guiding her hands to his black Mamba.

"Take it out and let me fuck your mouth." His voice had changed. It was gruff and authoritative. She felt her nipples starting to harden, and she did what he ordered. The draft from the air-conditioning vent above their heads brought goose bumps on her arms as she pulled him into her mouth.

A groan of relief escaped his lips, and he leaned forward to pull her teeshirt up above her breasts, then undid her bra. Goosebumps were now rising all over her body as the room hadn't warmed yet. His hands rubbed up and down her arms, warming them. Then he concentrated on her breasts and nipples. His hot breath on her shoulders as he leaned down and began to kiss the base of her neck further kindled her building desire.

Then he straightened and really began to fuck her mouth. Holding the back of her head so she couldn't escape, he told her, "I'm going to tie you up later. I watched you with Joe the other week and saw you liked it rough."

His words sent a surge of desire arcing into her loins. She'd never been tied up before, and her juices began to soak her panties. Without warning, Zak erupted, choking her as he forced himself deep into her mouth.

When he released her head, she gasped, "Oh, god. I need to come,"

Rose pulled her jeans down and perched herself on the edge of the bed. She opened her legs, drew them up and began to slide two fingers along her slit, desperate for relief. Zak moved between her legs, dropped to his knees and tried to force his tongue into her sticky mess. Then she began to writhe around in ecstasy as her orgasm hit.

——

Zac had asked her to dress suggestively for the music awards, as he wanted her to look special. She had been shopping during the week with June. The outfit they chose would make church ministers walk into lamp posts. Rose did not want him to see her until she was all made up. So, as soon as Zak was dressed in his wine-red suit, she shooed him from the room, telling him to wait for her down at the bar.

She put on one of the lingerie sets she had purchased from the sex shop, this time with the addition of a garter belt and fishnet stockings. Over this, she wore a pleated miniskirt, shorter than any she had worn since her teens. The white blouse showed plenty of cleavage, over which she donned a light grey suede jacket that matched her knee-high boots. She hardly used any makeup but did choose a brighter lipstick and put more emphasis on highlighting her eyes.

As she left the room, she gave herself one last look-over and gasped at the reflection of the slut looking back at her. Crossing the lobby, she realised she may have gone overboard as people stopped and stared, and Zak spilled his drink when she sat beside him.

"Christ woman. You're going to get molested tonight. I'll never manage to keep all my mates at bay."

They hailed a taxi outside their hotel and rode it to the convention centre. The night was a blast. There was a three-course dinner, and good bands played between awards. Zak's friend, Dante, received an award. Rose had not realised until then that Dante's Rasta band winning was the reason they were attending.

They got back to the hotel after midnight. Rose was horny, Zak's Jamaican mates had her up dancing all night, and halfway through the evening, when she had gone to the toilet, Zak had told her to remove her panties and give them to him when she returned. After this, her popularity surged, with his mates vying for dances and steering her to the darker fringes of the dance floor to grab quick feels.

Zak wouldn't let her undress when they got up to the room. He pushed her to the bed, went down on his knees and ate her out. She did not object. She was sopping wet but knew that Zak loved her wet and messy. Her fist orgasm hit just moments after he began working on her clit with his fingers and tongue.

After her orgasm, Zak stripped her to the waist, grasped her wrists and pushed them up above her head. Holding her wrists in one hand, she felt him reach for something. Then, He was wrapping a soft rope around them, tying her wrists to the corner posts. He bent and began nuzzling her nipples. She arched her back and thrust her breasts at him. He took this as consent to squeeze them hard, which made her nipples harden more than they already were. Very aroused now, Rose was aware they were making a mess of the duvet cover.

Zak pulled away and lifted her ass, placed a towel under it, then tied her ankles to the bedposts. Only when he had her secure did he tell her that Dante might be visiting if he could talk his way around his jealous girlfriend.

"I thought you told Graham you'd look after me and not let all your mates share me?"

"I did, and I'm not sharing you with all my mates, just Dante. And I promise you we are going to look after you."

Zak kissed her to stop her protests and began running his fingernails down the inside of her arms. Then he repeated the process on the inside of her legs, making the muscles in her tummy lurch. She was seriously worried about the duvet cover now, even with the towel. He continued this game with his fingernails, sometimes softly, other times digging them in and causing pain. Her body began to tremble, and when she cried out she couldn't take any more, he positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her hard. 

Her orgasms came one after the other. She had no idea how many, maybe three. Then she was aware that other hands were stroking her body, and when a finger forced its way into her bum, she opened her eyes to find Dante on one side and Getz, the drummer from Dante's band, playing with her tit on her other side.

Rose knew it was pointless to complain. Restrained, as she was,  the guys would not listen to her. But she shuddered at the thought of Getz touching her. He was far from handsome. He was big, not exactly fat, but he appeared to be because he was not as tall as the other two. She saw he was covered in tattoos when he stood and stripped.

Getz dug a fingernail into her nipple, then twisted it. She yelped in pain, but his action ignited a lightning stroke that flashed through her body. When Dante saw her reaction, he repeated the process on her other nipple. She wanted to cry out for them to stop, but Rose's mind was focused on the feelings of pleasure that lay under the pain.

Zak withdrew, moved up beside her, and offered his cock for cleaning. As she took him in her mouth, she felt fingers forcing their way deep within. Her natural reaction was to clamp her legs closed, but the cords constrained her. She had forgotten she was restrained. The realisation only produced a new set of sensations, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on what the fingers were doing. The fingers pushing up into her pussy, felt huge, the walls of her vagina stretching around them. Shock waves wracked her body. She could feel another orgasm starting to rise. Zak's stern voice whispered in her ear, "Control your orgasm. I don't want you to cum yet. It's going to be a long night." 

The shock of his harsh message took away the immediacy of her orgasm for a second, but she could feel it lingering in her core and struggled to force control over herself. It was a losing battle, and when she opened her eyes and saw that both Dante and Getz were driving their fingers deep into her cunt, she gave up and let the maelstrom erupt. Rose had one last coherent thought as her body shuddered and spasmed - this was going to be a long night.

She woke around nine the next morning, curled against Zak's back. For a moment, she had no clue as to where she was. Then it came to her, and she swivelled her head to take in the room and see if Dante and Getz were still there. Her last memory was of both guys fucking her while she was sucking Zak off. The room was empty, but her arse was sore, and she remembered that she'd been double penetrated more than once in the night. Rose rubbed her wrists, they were also a little sore from where she had struggled against the cords. She tried to recollect how long they’d had her restrained, but couldn’t remember. She knew Getz had been the first to do her arse, and he had her bent over the settee, but as for him untying her she had no memory.

She became aware that Zak’s hand was cupping her mound and his finger tracing a circle around her slit. 

"You ready to go again?" Zak was awake.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk, let alone fuck."

Zak withdrew his hand, snuggled into her, and hummed in her ear, "Maybe just as well. You have worn me out, and the other two were pretty bow-legged when they hobbled away in the small hours."

They lay together for a good while before Zak got up to shower. On his return, he hustled her out of bed, saying that he was starving and they needed to get down to breakfast. Rose realised she was also starving and dragged herself off to the shower.

The drive back to Liverpool was tense. Rose sat, reflecting on what she had allowed to happen, and wondered how much she should tell Graham. Zak must have sensed what she was feeling and drove in silence.