Saturday and the weather was atrocious; sleet, snow and a howling gale. Notwithstanding, my husband had departed for his golf club as usual and wouldn't return before five; given the conditions I doubted he'd ever leave the bar so one hoped that he'd return by taxi.
It was almost two o'clock when the door bell rang and opening it I came face to face with my Son-in-Law, Duncan: "Hi Julia, we're off to watch the football, but I brought the guys around to meet you on the way. I was telling them about my fucking you when last week's game was called off, but they wouldn't believe me, so I promised them a turn to prove it." Stepping aside to reveal two similarly aged young men behind him, Duncan added: "Matt, Harry, may I present Mrs. Julia Turnbull, the horniest slut that you'll ever meet."
I was flabbergasted, perhaps why I mutely allowed Duncan to guide me through to the lounge as his grinning friends closed the front door and followed? I remained silent as Duncan twirled me around to face his two friends and even when he ripped open my blouse and bra to brazenly expose my breasts to these strangers, I managed no protest beyond a small yelp; Duncan meanwhile declared: "Didn't I tell you she'd got a cracking pair of tits?"
One of the men -- I didn't know whom was whom -- enquired: "Does she just fuck or will she suck cock too?"
Duncan, pressed a foot into the back of my knees, pushed down on my shoulders; I sunk, still silent to the floor as he responded: "Get your cock out Harry, we'll soon find out."