She was a friend, a good friend and wife of a mate. She had wanted to go out for the night and do 'something wild' for absolutely ages and had driven us all mad with her constant whining about it. Mick her husband wasn't interested and as my wife was working the 4 to 12 shift, I agreed to take her to a couple of night spots where she'd see some 'wild' things. They were gay locals where my wife and I frequently went and where we both enjoyed meeting casual partners as well as many friends.
She arrived at our house at 6:30 as arranged, we were to get a taxi into town and my wife would pick us up around 1am from the club, Connies.
Dawn was dressed in what Mick called her slut outfit, see-through top, tiny black bra clearly visible, short dress and heels. I made her remove her knickers before we even left the house.
"You want to be wild! Get em off." I commanded.
To my surprise she did and so we got into the taxi with this usually quiet married mother of three barely clothed and clearly as randy as anyone I'd met. She kept rubbing against me and whispering sweet nothings and snogging telling me how much she needed something really dirty to satisfy her tonight. I pashed with her a bit and groped her soft tits and long nipples fingered her soaking pussy even before we got to the club.
We went to a pub first, a gay pub and had a couple of drinks. Dawn was goggling at the range of gorgeous men and kept saying how she wished they'd just decide to do her for the night. She soon needed a pee and made her way to the toilets. I was approached by a big man with a lovely moustache and began yarning hoping for a quick hard fuck when she returned, flushed and clearly excited.
"They were fucking in the toilets." She blurted out. I almost was I thought.
"Who were?" I asked,
"Two women, I heard their groans and stood on the loo to look over the partition and one was on her knees sucking the other off!"
The hunk I'd been talking too had moved off so we finished our drinks and lead Dawn off to Connies. It's only a couple of hundred meters from the pub so we walked through the dark gardens my arm around her groping her tits and biting her neck.
We got in with no trouble it wasn't crowded as yet although the smoke machine made it its' usual gloomy self. I guided her around to the side bar where we could look down on the dance floor from behind a glass brick bar. There were stools there and as it wasn't too late we found stools to perch on. I bought a couple of 'red fuckers' my own invention. Vodka, Bacardi, Gin, Grenadine on ice topped up with lemonade over ice. Sweet and potent.
Three of these and Dawn was a mess, she was slurring and mauling me. I had missed out on a number of men as she'd scared them off, so I sent her to the loo when I caught the eye of the next man to show interest.
While she was away I got him to come over and explained she was just a drunken fag hag and I needed some action. He smiled and said to get some drinks in and he'd see what he could do.
Dawn returned to find another Red Fucker waiting and a man standing close to me. She took her seat and turned to me to see me pulling on a large hard cock. It was really dark in colour and about 9" long, I could barely get my hand around it and it was drooling. She just about screamed but continued to watch as I bent down and licked the head of it.
