It was late when I got home, and Fiona my wife had already gone out for the night. Not having any kids and both in our late forties, we both started to get into a bit of a weekly routine. She would go dancing with some of her friends, whilst I would go and have a drink with a couple of lads from work.
After making myself a quick snack I headed out for the night, on entering the pub I soon located Sam and Fred. They were both sat drinking their beers, so getting myself a pint I soon joined them. As usual they were both arguing about football, I was never that excited about the game. So I sat back and enjoyed my pint, but we were missing a man.
"Where's Dave?" I asked them.
"Said he might be late, something about trying his luck at a new bar that's just opened. You know what a pussy hound he is, always on the pull." Sam replied.
"Yeh, if it's got a skirt he'll try and screw it." Added Fred, at that we all raised our glasses in a toast to him.
Dave was one of those guys that didn't mind what they looked like, as long as there was a shag involved. Being in their early twenties, they tended to brag about their exploits. Which I usually took with a pinch of salt, but Dave was a bit different. He was a handsome sod and knew it, which was a bit of a surprise when you saw some of the women he picked up.
I asked him about it one time, why did he go after the less attractive women. His answer was simple and to the point, the women I tend to pick up are generally flattered and ever so grateful. Which is why they're more likely to drop their knickers for me, where as a more attractive women is a lot harder work with no guarantee of a shag.
With that kind of logic, he was usually getting his end away the lucky bastard. More than I can say for me, it must have been a couple months since me and Fiona had any kind of sex.
As I was thinking about this, the argument then started again about the bloody football. As the evening wore on we had a few games of pool and talked about things in general. After about an hour or so Fred got a text on his mobile. "Jesus, will you look at this." He said as he showed us the message, it was from Dave.
PICKED UP A COUPLE OF SLAPPERS, COULD DO WITH A HELPING HAND. BACK OF THE PUB. DAVE
Then the phone went again, Fred checked it. "Bloody hell!" Was all he said, then showed us the screen. On it was a photo showing the top of a woman's head, her hand wrapped around a cock as she fed it into her mouth. Dave was obviously getting a blowjob. But you could also tell that she was married, because of the wedding ring she was wearing.
Both Fred and Sam stood up, eager to join Dave. Just as they were leaving, Sam turned and said. "Aren't you coming Paul?"
"No, it's not my thing. You go and enjoy yourselves, you can tell me all about it later." I replied.
I watched them go, eager to get their ends away. As they left I started to get this nagging feeling, it was about the photo. There was something about it that looked familiar, curiosity got the better of me. So I got up and headed out to the alleyway, at the back of the pub.
I must have got there a few seconds after the lads, they were both stood there taking in the scene. One of the tarts was resting herself against the wall, she looked a right slut with her large saggy tits hanging out. Fishnet stockings and her knickers resting around one of her feet.
She just stood there with her legs wide open, skirt rucked up around her waist. Dave had obviously just fucked her, and she was now watching him with the other tart.
I couldn't see her because Dave was stood in front of her, but I could hear what he was doing to her. There was this glug glug sound coming from them, as he fucked her mouth. I was getting that nagging feeling again, so moved forward to get a better look. To my horror there was my wife, Fiona. Knelt down, getting her face fucked by Dave.
But it was when she saw me, that her eyes popped opened in shock. She tried to pull away, but Dave held her head tight as he continued to plug away between her lips. Now I got a proper look at her, she looked just like the other tart. Tits hanging out, dress pulled up around her waist. Showing off her laddered stockings, and no sign of any knickers.
Even though I'd had a bit of a shock I was surprised by what was happening to my cock, I couldn't believe at how much of a fucking turn on this was becoming. Instead of me getting mad, I wanted to join in and fuck the tart. By now my cock was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, so unzipping myself I pulled it free and began to stroke it.
Fiona seeing this started to relax, looking directly at me the slut opened her legs and began to play with her pussy. Meanwhile Sam and Fred had moved closer to the other woman, then it hit me. This was Fiona's mate Madge, I'd never met her but Fiona was always going on about her. I then began to wonder how long these two had been dropping their knickers for other men, the thought of Fiona spreading her legs like a fucking tart was really turning me on.
With this in mind I decided I was going to enjoy myself tonight, first was getting a blowjob from Fiona then fuck her slag mate. "Dave, budge over. I wouldn't mind tickling her tonsils."
He turned and looked at me, then to my stiff cock. "Be my guest Paul, but I get first crack at fucking her." I nodded as he pulled his dripping cock out of her mouth.
Standing in front of my slut wife, offering her my cock. She opened her mouth and without hesitation swallowed me. I just groaned as her lips slid down my shaft, then stood there as I enjoyed my first blowjob in a long time. But following Dave's example, gripped the back of her head and began fuck the tarts mouth. My cock was soon getting a generous amount of saliva as I rocked back and forth, then I got that rewarding glugging sound each time I entered her throat.
Looking over to Sam, he hadn't wasted any time. He'd already stuffed his cock into Madge and was quickly pounding away between her legs, as he fucked her hard against the wall she was grunting each time he thrust into her. But like most young men he was soon yelling at her as he erupted into her pussy, with a few last thrusts he held himself tight against her.
Seeing that he was finished, I let go of Fiona's head and pulled my wet cock from her mouth. Leaving her knelt on the floor I moved across to Sam, and tapping him on the shoulder said. "My turn Sam."
He was still panting, as he pulled away from Madge. I could see that Fred was disappointed at me for pushing in, but I didn't care right then. Standing in front of this half-naked tart, I got a proper look at her. She was in her mid-forties and had put on a few pounds, but that didn't bother me as I surveyed her pussy. It was well hidden under dense forest of pubic hair, but you could tell it had just been well fucked by the steady stream of leaking fluids that were running down the tops of her legs.
The dirty tart then lifted up one of her saggy breasts, and began to suck on her own nipple. It was whilst I was watching this, that Fiona was pushed up against the wall by Dave.