When we returned home a parcel was waiting for us in the porch.
Inside a large brown box Barbara opened her birthday gifts from her friend Julia -- two large, very realistic dildos, the type with a sucker on to affix to a smooth surface. Alongside these was a powerful, magic wand style vibrator.
"You really need to introduce me to Julia," I said, not for the first time, as Barbara unwrapped her new toys. I was surprised we'd not thought of this. The large, fake cocks were exactly what we needed to take our Sunday afternoon photoshoots to the next level.
I wondered at first why she might want two dildos, but this soon became apparent. Either holding in her hand, or using the sucker, Barbara posed in innumerable positions, and, once the fake cocks were introduced, she made sure both were in use throughout.
She loved to pose with one in each hand, on her knees like she was taking two guys on. And as soon as one found its way inside her pussy, inevitably she'd be filling her mouth up too. This made for some amazing photos. It also set my mind racing -- she very clearly enjoyed the thought of being able to deal with two hard cocks at once.
I wondered where these ideas came from, and again I suspected Julia was the likely source. I could usually trace back some shift in Barbara's behaviour to the times I knew she'd been on one of her long calls to her friend. For all that I was responsible for Barbara's descent into the seething mass of lust that she was becoming, I knew Julia was doubly so, and I looked forward to the day I could thank her personally.
After an amazing photoshoot which had gone up several levels of explicitness with the introduction of the two fake penises, I took a video clip of Barbara bringing herself to a shuddering orgasm with the vibrator. This became a regular 'climax' to our photo sessions.
Soon after Barbara's birthday, we were back in The Oak, and it was a Tuesday. This was the first time we'd returned since Barbara's encounter with Harry. As usual we timed our arrived with the back end of the dinner service. As we entered, Barbara smiled and waved happily to Harry, who smiled and nodded back, knowingly.
We'd entered into an arrangement with Harry whereupon he would turn a blind eye to Barbara picking up guys in his pub, and in return she'd suck his cock in his office each time we visited. It was a mutually agreeable arrangement, Barbara had no problem agreeing to this -- it was her idea, actually.
There was another familiar face sitting at a table near the toilets.
"Tony!"
We invited him up to the booth in the far corner, which we now knew was in full view of the pub's security cameras. Such was the frequency and variety of Barbara's meetings recently, I struggled at first to remember the detail of our last encounter.
"I've got a treat for you tonight, Tony!" took out her phone, preparing to show this dumbfounded guy, who'd barely strung two words together, the results of our latest photoshoot.
"I have to warn you," she smiled, increasing the temperature even further, "that these pictures are much stronger than the stuff I showed you before. Is that OK?"
Tony nodded quickly. I could place him now. This was the guy who Barbara had spread her legs for, right in this same spot, around four weeks ago. He was the first guy lucky enough to lay eyes on that so recently virginal little hole, in the flesh anyway.
"So, Tony," she started, flicking through the pictures on her phone to find something suitable for the occasion. "Did you have a nice wank, after the last time?" Tony found his voice.
"Did I ever! You've got no idea what you did to me!"
"I think I have," she smiled sexily. "I hope so, anyway. Oh, here you go. I got these for my birthday, aren't they amazing?" She placed her phone on the table and rotated it, so it was facing Tony. Babs was standing in our living room, dressed only in some skimpy white knickers, nothing on top. And in each hand, she was proudly grasping one of the dildos Julia had kindly sent her.
The pictures Tony had seen previously could, at a push, have been considered artistic -- some of them, anyway. But this set was pure filth. Barbara was soon spreading wide and pushing one of the big silicone cocks inside herself, smiling at the camera at all times. The other dildo was always visible, either in her hand or, more often than not, crammed into her mouth as she showed the camera how she dreamed of dealing with two cocks.
As she reached the end of the set, she was ready to move things on.
"I seem to remember, Tony, that last time I said you might get your cock sucked, if we met again."
It was a statement, not a question, but Tony nodded eagerly anyway.
"How about you show us your room? I'll need Dan to come too, to look after me and film what goes on, is that OK?"
It was, and we were soon in Tony's room. Things were so easy, I reflected, for a woman of Barbara's interests. A man in her position could spend his whole life searching in vain for a suitable partner to take part in an indecent liaison like this. Barbara just snapped her fingers, and she had cock almost on demand, it seemed.
It was an identikit budget hotel room. Trouser press and kettle beside a fake wood desk, with a flat screen TV on the wall. Tony took leave to visit the toilet. Whilst he was in there, we heard the shower start.
"Cleaning himself up for me!" Babs giggled. She pulled me close and gave me a long, loving kiss, before whispering in my ear:
"I'm going to let him fuck me, Dan!"
She pulled back to gauge my reaction. She was smiling in delight, almost giggling in excitement. Her eyes glinted and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. I had a huge tent in my trousers. It wasn't just that she was going to fuck a stranger, although this was enough in itself. It was that she was looking forward to it so very much.
Tony found my girlfriend sitting on the edge of his double bed, perched on his crisp white sheets. She'd taken the liberty of removing her dress, and so was wearing just black hold up stockings and her black high heels, and her matching black bra and pantie set. He didn't notice me casually zipping up my trousers, having spent the time he was in the bathroom fucking Barbara's face.
"I hope you don't mind, Tony, I thought I'd get comfortable." Tony was fresh from the shower and had just the standard hotel issue white towel wrapped around him. Barbara stood and beckoned him over. She gave a little twirl, showing off her tight, sexy body, expensive underwear all that concealed her from him.
She pulled his face towards hers, and I saw her tongue snake into his mouth, flicking around and tangling with his own. His hands started wandering, firstly to cup and squeeze a buttock, before making its way up the front of her body and freeing a nipple. Barbara leaned back and watched on in pleasure as he stooped to slip the rock-hard, tiny pink nipple between his lips, kneading her other breast firmly as he did so.
Meanwhile, his other hand had found its way between my girlfriend's legs, rubbing her pussy firmly through the material of her sheer black panties.
I was taking pictures, moving around them to get good angles, Barbara smiling and giving a little wave or wink when she opened her eyes to survey the scene.
Even through her underwear I could see a sheen of the juice that was oozing from her pussy, so close to becoming unfaithful for the first time. After a minute of two of Tony quietly arousing her, Barbara sat back on the bed, pulling his towel down so that Tony, standing in front of her, was naked. His cock was very erect, and it sprung up and slapped Babs on the underside of the chin.
"Hello!" Babs said in delight. Tony was probably similar in dimensions to me, so a significant upgrade on what Harry had to offer. Without any further ado, Barbara set about sucking this new cock, the third one lucky enough to feel the pleasures of her mouth.
I was snapping away throughout, recording the evidence of my girlfriends first time with a stranger. It felt like a real landmark moment in our relationship. We'd talked about it so much and had been building to it for months now.
Sensing that if she carried on sucking him for much longer, we might not make it as far as intercourse, Babs broke away.
"Will you fuck me, Tony?" she asked him, doe eyed and extraordinarily alluring. As she spoke, she leaned back on one elbow, letting her legs fall apart obscenely. The moistness was evident, and made the sheer material completely see through. Barbara rubbed herself through her panties, loud breathing betraying her intense arousal.
I felt like pushing Tony out of the way and mounting her myself, but that wasn't the plan for today, so I carried on taking pictures of proceedings.
Tony wasn't the talkative type, but he knew what he wanted, which right now was to taste my girlfriend. Her knickers were soon discarded on the floor beside the bed, and her legs draped over his wide shoulders, as he sampled just how wet this little slut could get, tasting her soaking little hole.
This didn't last long, it was very clear that Barbara was more than ready for a cock inside her. She was, since we'd embarked on this immoral little journey of ours, always ready for cock, I'd found. Her dirty mind and imagination were enough to have her permanently wet, and once you added in a situation such as tonight (or most nights, recently) foreplay was fun, but unnecessary.
She handed him a condom of the type we'd test driven a few weeks ago, in preparation for just such a situation as she was in right now. Tony had it on in a flash and soon was nudging his hard, covered dick against her juicy little hole.
Babs was looking down intently, watching as he found the moist entrance and began easing inside slowly, withdrawing slightly and then pushing again, slightly further each time.
