Janice was sweating when she reached her house. Her hair was matted to her forehead and her blouse was undone to below her bra line. She was carrying her apron over her arm and as soon as he saw this Les became suspicious.
"What the bloody 'ell 'ave you been up to?" he asked.
"You'll never believe where we're going tonight" she said "Emily Bishop's"
"Emily Bishop's" replied Les " That daft old bat, what the fuck 'ave we got to go to hers for?"
"She's only 'avin' a swingers party" smiled Janice.
"Get away. Someone's been 'avin' you on" laughed Les.
Janice then started to slowly undress in front of Les as she described what had happened at the Rovers between her and Betty. Les found it very difficult to believe but nevertheless he was enjoying watching the little slapper he'd married do a slow strip for him whilst describing the pleasures of eating Betty's "hot-pot". His cock was straining in his jeans and just as he was about to undo them and whip it out, Janice told him not to.
"I've just been warming you up dear, getting that spunk flowing in your balls for tonight. I don't want you showing me up now do I?" said Janice as she walked naked up stairs to the bathroom where she locked herself in for a long hot soak.
Les wondered who else would be there. Janice had told him about his daughter and stepdaughter being there and he couldn't wait to see both of them fight over his cock again, but who else on the street were sexaholics?
About 7pm Les and Janice were ready for the party, Les was wearing his best 50s teddy-boy suit and had slicked back his hair with brylcreem. Janice wore a very tight scarlet leather miniskirt, which was so short it revealed the lacy tops of the blue stockings she wore underneath. On top she wore a sheer silk blouse through which could easily be seen the dark aureole around her nipples protruding over the top of a blue half cup lace bra.
"C'mon then my little slut-whore" said Les.
"Right behind you you fucking spunk machine" replied Janice as they locked up and walked the short distance to Emily's door. They could hear music from within, not too loud but certainly louder than Emily usually listened to. Emily opened the door herself and Les's jaw nearly hit the deck when he saw what beheld him. Emily was heavily made up with the tartiest make-up he'd seen, even on a whore, and her hair was down for once. She wore a white PVC nurse uniform unzipped to her naval revealing the inner swellings of her extremely well preserved tits. He could just see the nipple of her left tit pushing against the costume zip.
