Mike started the car and drove away towards home. “Let me concentrate on driving; fuck, if I think about this evening or try and talk, I’m in danger of crashing.”

“Then I’d better not tell you about my evening either; let’s get home safely.”

They drove in silence, both eager to hear and tell about their evenings. Mary looked around in the car, which seemed as clean and tidy as she had left it. She had expected to see some signs of a sexually debauched evening. Mike swung the car onto the driveway, and they headed quickly indoors.

“Do you want anything to eat?” Mary asked, kicking off her shoes in the hallway.

“Only you. Let’s go straight up.”

“I need a drink,” Mary said, heading to the kitchen. She pulled a wine from the fridge, poured two generous glasses, and carried them to the lounge. “Sit with me,” she said as she sank into the sofa.

Mike sat beside her, took his glass, and they clinked cheers. “Who wants to go first?”

“Before we start, I just want to know, did you fuck Wendy?”

“No—it never even looked likely. Did you and Wayne do anything?”

“No, we just talked. Although he did cook a delicious meal for us both.”

Mike and Mary looked at each other before Mary began to speak.

“After you left with Wendy, it all felt a little awkward. Wayne offered to cook, and he made a delicious meal. We just talked afterwards; he asked me what I thought Wendy was doing. I started following the timeline of our evening, but Wayne steered me in a different direction.”

“What do you mean by a different direction?”

“After a while, I could see he was getting turned on as I spoke. He stopped trying to hide the fact he was stroking himself. But I could tell by the way he reacted that he was more interested in me making up a story about what was going on. He was more interested that Wendy was acting the slut and putting him down. I was making up a whole evening, and the sluttier I made Wendy, the more he reacted.”

“When I talked to Wayne the first time in the pub about our fun, he told me that Wendy would never be interested at all.”

“I think Wayne was hugely turned on by the idea that Wendy went out and did exactly what she wanted. When she came home and told Wayne to go upstairs, did you see the look on his face, pure lust and ecstasy?”

“I think you are right. I saw a completely different Wendy tonight. She completely shocked me.”

Mary had almost finished her glass and quickly brought the half bottle from the kitchen to refresh both of their glasses.

“Come on then; I guess you had the best evening. Tell me everything.”

“Once we drove off, Wendy seemed very quiet and nervous. I said I’d drive her to the same out-of-town pub we had gone to. As I swung into the car park, it was a lot quieter than when we went. I worried it might be too quiet and that Wendy would have no one to flirt with or flash. I walked around and opened the door for her and got a brief flash to the very top of her legs as she climbed out. As we walked to the entrance, I asked Wendy if she was as nervous as me. She said that as I’d done it before, I should be OK. I explained that was with you and that we had built up slowly to the evening when it all happened. I explained that I was nervous for her.”

“We walked in and sat on stools at one end of the bar. There was a table with a few men drinking and laughing together, and just three other couples. The only chatter and noise in the bar was that one table. I bought a couple of drinks, and Wendy finished hers very quickly. I added a replacement, which lasted a couple of minutes. Wendy asked if it had been this quiet when we visited, and I told her it had been very busy.”

“Did you think about leaving?”

“I thought about abandoning the idea and taking Wendy home.”

“What changed your mind?”

“Something Wendy did. It might have been by accident or on purpose, but it changed the evening completely. She had downed two drinks, and I’d gotten the attention of the barmaid to order another when Wendy spun herself around on the stool. She made me think of a bored kid. A couple of the men at the table noticed and cheered. Wendy pushed herself off from the bar and span around again, and got another louder cheer.”

“Why did they cheer?”

“Looking down, I could see her skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh and her legs were parted a little. They must have had a decent view up her legs on the high stool. As the barmaid served our drinks, two of the men from the table came and stood surprisingly close to order a round of drinks. They introduced themselves, and we exchanged pleasantries while they waited. Wendy chatted with them as if I were not there. I heard the men talking to the rest of the table as they sat down; I assumed it was about Wendy.”

“Wendy pushed herself around on the stool again, but much slower than before. It made me think of that Sharon Stone moment, though she was not crossing her legs. The cheer was much louder and with some clapping. Wendy excused herself and went to the ladies. I half expected someone to follow her, but she was back very quickly. She perched on the stool again with her skirt hitched up as before. She pushed herself slowly around again, pausing as she faced the table. There was cheering and whistling as she turned back to the bar.”

“It sounds like a lot of fuss over a quick flash up a stranger's skirt,” Mary said as she settled deeper into the sofa.

“I thought so too until Wendy opened her hand to reveal a pair of lacy black panties. I guessed she had just removed them during that quick visit to the ladies. Anyway, a minute later, two of the men from the group came up to the bar next to Wendy and started chatting with her. I could not help hearing the conversation; they were chatting her up as if I were not there. A couple of minutes in, I heard Wendy tell them I was not her husband or boyfriend. Then she shocked me by saying I had brought her because she wanted to have sex with strangers.”

“One of the men asked me if it was true; did I bring her there for sex with strangers? I just nodded and told him it was true.”

Mary refilled their glasses, and they both sipped in silence for a few moments.

“Did you make it to the layby?” she asked.

“No. It all moved so quickly after what Wendy said. The man who spoke to me started asking questions, while the other led Wendy to their table. He seemed quite surprised at what she had said, and I said it was her decision if anything happened. I said I was just a friend who had agreed to drive and be there to keep her safe. He told me they were from a local rugby club and were a decent bunch of guys. He told me Wendy would be safe with them, but at the same time she would definitely have some fun if she wanted it.”

“All the time I was watching Wendy, who had joined their table. There was plenty of laughter and chatting going on, and it looked like hands were wandering under her skirt. Wendy was doing nothing to stop them. I guessed the men were all between their twenties and perhaps forty; they were also very much typical rugby lads. They were well-built, tall, and solid-looking. I doubted I could have stopped anything happening on my own.”

“The group at the table called their friend and me over and said Wendy had agreed to go to the clubhouse. They asked if I wanted to join them, and all drained their glasses to leave. Wendy went off in one of their cars, and the man I had been talking to got in our car to guide me there. He told me his name was Micky. The clubhouse was in darkness as we all drove into the car park. Someone unlocked, and we entered a bar area, where glasses and beers were quickly produced.”

“Wendy was in the centre of a circle of five men; all of them were touching and groping her. She was turning around and kissing each of them in turn. Micky asked if I wanted to join in, or to watch, or to just leave them to it.”

“What did you say? What did you want to do? Be honest.” Mary asked in a serious tone.

“I didn’t want to join in; I don’t know why; it just seemed wrong to also be involved. I was torn between watching and leaving them to it. I chose to watch, but only to ensure nothing went on that she was unhappy about or tried to stop.”

“So this all took place in the bar at a social club?”

“No. Micky interrupted them, and we all went through to a back room, which had seats and a massage table. Micky said it was a physio room, and more private in case anyone else arrived. Wendy stripped while the men whistled and cheered, and she then sat on the edge of the table. They grouped around her again, kissing and touching her all over. Wendy was grabbing at their cocks, though all of them were still fully dressed. Someone said something to the group; I did not really hear what it was, but the men all lined up in order in seconds.”

“It was as if they had some preagreed order for this sort of thing. Micky later told me it was a game they played for anything—to line up in order—but that the order depended on the word given. He also gave me their names in the order they stood. The first man, Jez, stripped naked in front of his teammates, and Wendy laid back on the table. He quickly kissed his way up her legs and began licking her pussy with great enthusiasm. I could see he was excited, and Wendy began to move and murmur in response to his attention.”

“Something pinged, like a timer, and Kev stripped off completely and took the place of Jez and began kissing Wendy’s pussy. I would guess Wendy orgasmed; she went rigid, her legs trembled, and she squealed through the kissing. Kev moved up her body and used his hand to guide his cock into Wendy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he began pumping her quite slowly.”

“The timer pinged again, and Lance stripped and climbed onto the table, replacing his teammate inside her. Wendy gripped her new lover, and he continued the fucking that she was so obviously enjoying. Jez and Kev were kissing and fondling her tits and body. I must admit that seeing Wendy like that turned me on a lot. It looked and sounded like she was already building up to a second orgasm as that timer pinged again. Lance had to wrestle her arms from around his neck as Micky replaced him.”

“Micky started fucking her a little faster than the previous man, and soon it was obvious when her orgasm ripped through her. He pressed his body down onto her and never stopped his rhythm despite her moving so much. The three men now standing around the table were offering their cocks for her to suck, but she was incapable of anything as she thrashed in ecstasy.”

“I started to feel a bit of a gooseberry standing and staring. I moved closer to the bar and sat on a high stool, which gave me a good view and also allowed me to hide the bulge in my jeans.”

“Would you have changed your mind if they asked again? Would you have joined in?”

“No, I still wanted to sit out and just watch. It was like watching some live sex show; well, I suppose it was a live sex show, but although it was turning me on, I had no desire to join in.”

Mary gave Mike a sideways look with her eyebrows raised. She slipped a hand into his lap and found his cock quite firm in his jeans. She gave him a playful squeeze.

“When the timer pinged again, Norman was already stripping down to replace Micky. I could not help but notice his cock as he replaced Micky. It was the biggest of the group so far, by quite a margin. Wendy had stopped writhing as Micky slipped his still-hard cock out of her. Norman used his hand to slowly guide his much larger cock inside Wendy, and I heard her gasp as he did so. He started fucking quite slowly, slowly speeding up and being encouraged by Wendy, who wrapped her legs around him.”

“Looking at the four men standing around the table, all sporting strong erections, I guessed what order they had stood in; each cock was larger than the one before. I wondered how big Olly’s cock was and if the black men rumour was going to be proven true. Wendy was moaning and thrashing around underneath Norman, who was fucking her fast now. Just before the timer went again, he tensed, stopped fucking, and held himself deep inside Wendy, who continued to tremble and shake.”

“Olly was already naked once the timer went, and his cock was impressive. It was a good couple of inches longer than Norman’s and about the same thickness. He took his time feeding his monster into Wendy, who hung onto his thick neck with her eyes closed. I was genuinely surprised when Olly’s body finally pressed against Wendy that she had taken his full length inside her. Olly fucked her slow and steady with long thrusts. His cock must have been nearly a foot long, and it was shiny with cum and pussy juice every time he pulled almost out.”

“The timer sounded one more time, and Micky grabbed his phone from the bar and silenced it. Olly was still fucking Wendy in his slow rhythm, and she still clung to his neck as if her life depended upon it. There was some shuffling, and Olly somehow picked Wendy up while still fully inside her. At probably six feet four, maybe more, he looked hugely strong. He walked a few paces and laid on his back on a low upholstered bench, with Wendy on top of him.”

“From her new position, Wendy was surrounded by hard, eager cocks, and she was able to hold one in each hand, having let go of Olly’s neck. She opened her mouth, and Lance and Micky both offered their cocks to her. She was taking turns to suck them both. Every now and then she closed her eyes and gasped when Olly used his big hands to pull her hard onto his cock impaled deep within her. I watched open-mouthed as Jez moved to stand behind Wendy and attempted to press his smaller cock into her. I was not sure if he was attempting to force his cock inside her pussy with Olly or to use her ass.”

“Wendy has never mentioned anal to me,” Mary said to Mike as if it were the most normal thing to speak of. Mike stared at her for a few seconds before continuing.

“Well, I can tell you, Wendy does anal. I moved to a different stool to get a better view to see Jez’s cock sliding slowly into her ass. Wendy threw her head back with her eyes clenched tightly shut, and Jez held still for a long while. Jez made a couple of very slow thrusts before Norman began pulling Wendy’s hips hard and fast against him. Jez didn’t need to move as Norman’s efforts were shoving Wendy up and down both their cocks in unison. Wendy stopped wanking or sucking anyone. She was concentrating solely on another orgasm that made her whole body break out in blotches and goosebumps.”

“Norman lifted her clear, and I watched a slug of cum run out over his cock and balls. Jez gripped her hips and fucked her for just a few seconds before holding himself tight against her while pumping his cum into her ass. When he moved away, Wendy rolled off of the bench and knelt on the floor. For the first time since we arrived, Wendy spoke to the group. She told them to fuck her any way they wanted, to use her, and to dump their cum in her. I was shocked to hear her talk like that; the men around her were inspired.”

“Kev knelt behind her, and I’m sure he slipped his cock into an already cum-lubed ass. Micky kneeled in front of her, and she began sucking and wanking him in earnest. Kev and Lance swapped places twice before Micky held Wendy's head and filled her mouth with his cum; she swallowed it all. Lance wriggled underneath Wendy and got her to sit on his cock and then pulled her body down onto his. Kev got behind her again, and he seemed to struggle to get his cock into her ass again. I then watched him slide his thumb into her ass and realised with a thrill that he and Lance both had their cocks in her pussy at the same time.”

“Wendy began thrusting herself back and forth; Lance and Kev just held still and enjoyed the ride. Norman, Olly, Jez, and Micky were just watching and enjoying the show. Kev began to shake and shudder and then eased himself back away from Wendy; Cum ran out over Lance’s balls. Lance gripped her hips and fucked her faster than the rest had done before he too stopped and held her close as he pumped his cum into her. The other five clapped in appreciation, and a couple slapped me on the back and thanked me.”

“They did ask Wendy if she wanted to shower in peace and clean up, but she declined. Wendy pulled her clothes on while half of the men went to shower, a benefit of it being the clubhouse, I guess. Micky and Olly escorted us to the door, thanking Wendy profusely and telling us we would be welcome anytime. Olly gave me a business card and said to contact him if I ever had a lady in need of a good seeing to.”

Mike reached into his pocket to show Mary the card. “Should I keep this?” he asked with a wide grin.

“Make sure you do,” Wendy replied, “but be prepared for the consequences.”

“The drive back to meet you and Wayne was silent; Wendy never spoke, and I was worried she was regretting it all. I didn’t know what to say, especially since I had witnessed the whole thing.”

"Well, judging by the way she spoke to Wayne as soon as we saw you, I’d say she thoroughly enjoyed it.” Mary said, draining her glass. “Next time I speak to Wendy, I’ll ask her what happened. I’m sure she would expect you to have told me what you saw, but that is not the same as her telling me how she felt.”

“Great. Now can we please go upstairs and fuck? My cock has been hard all evening.”

“As long as you are not going to be fantasising about fucking Wendy in the rugby club.”

“I can’t even promise not to fantasise about you being fucked in the rugby club.”