Hello there, it's me again, Sammy Jo, here to tell you about yet another big night. And believe you me, this one is hot and embarrassing to own up to. I honestly do not know how I did what I did. If my mum ever finds out I will be toast!
Here goes then. Last time we spoke I'd just had my second night with Heather, over seven years after my first. That was a couple of months ago now. By now Fridays had become a regular thing. In fact we'd done five out of eight and I'd nearly always stayed over well into Saturday, if not well into Sunday.
The sex, by the way, just got better and better. Officially we shared workloads. In practice I did a lot of receiving and fucked Hev on the rare occasions I got chance.
Okay then, maybe "rare" is the wrong word to use. Maybe I got as much as twenty per cent of the chances. Maybe even twenty five per cent . . .
But hey, everything we did was brilliant. I wasn't complaining about boring old workloads.
On the day in question I had been included in a "Team Building Event", along with three girls who worked in my department and another twenty colleagues from elsewhere in the bank. The event was being hosted by a company who specialized in that sort of thing and had the massive, mostly wooded estate to prove it.
Yes, it was an outdoor team building event. In early autumn in the UK! Waterproof clothing was advised.
I'd been assured the activities were varied and fun. It was far better to spend a Wednesday going wild in the country than behind a desk, everyone said. Iffy weather aside, I didn't doubt that they were right. It sounded good. My anticipation was more centred on later activities, though, ones that did not depend on a dodgy climate. Come to that, I had never anticipated anything more.
The bank had very generously booked a nearby inn for a hearty meal and drinks afterwards. They had also booked rooms for anyone willing and able to overnight (meaning those lucky folk without kids or other such commitments).
The good news was that Heather was also attending, to represent the main board, demonstrating their commitment to the cause. She was in charge of the purse strings for the day, obliged to stay through and was most definitely overnighting. More to the point, she'd bagged the best room and expected me to join her in its king-sized bed for "something out of the ordinary".
The bad news was that WYB had bagged a load of twin rooms and expected me to share one with my co-worker, Lindy. I had every intention of visiting Hev's bed but wasn't sure exactly how I could manage to do that without Lindy knowing.
Still, I thought, where there's a will . . .
*****
That Wednesday dawned bright and sunny. I travelled up to North Yorkshire with my three close colleagues, Jo driving and me in the back with Lindy. The fourth co-worker, Alison, sat in the front passenger seat and chattered every second of the way. She was, if you ask me, more than a little over the top. Even so, there was a holiday feel in the air; the mood in the car was great. We were bonding already.
I won't burden you with too much detail about the activities, but they were infinitely better than the activities found behind a desk. The two dozen of us were continually split into teams of four (two male and two female, usually). We did quad biking, foot golf, an amazingly addictive bobsleigh push-start and an assault course. As a finale and best of all, we divided into two teams of twelve and had quasar warfare in a large expanse of woodland.
Perhaps needless to report, Heather's team won everything there was to win and she set all the fastest individual times and best scores. The guys did their utmost to beat her but, quite honestly, nobody came close. Not that she was arrogant about it. She was competitive with an irresistible smile and always had words of encouragement for members of her current team. Her leadership qualities shone so brightly it was dazzling to watch her.
I can't begin to describe the impact that session had on morale. If Heather contributed immensely then so did the organizers, the estate itself and the effort everyone put in. The constant switching of team-mates worked too. I must have been teamed with all of the other twenty-three at one time or another and all of them were as upbeat as me.
Feel good factor or what!
My claim to fame was in the warfare game. After the rest of our team was wiped out I went on the run with our blue flag, protecting it in a last ditch sort of way. Meanwhile, vanishing amongst the trees like a Vietnam veteran, Hev outflanked the opposition and very sneakily captured their red flag while they were concentrating on mine. Okay, so technically I did get caught and massacred, but not before she'd claimed the glory for our side.
VCs have been awarded for less.
*****
The meal featured a lot of alcohol. It did for those of us overnighting, anyway. Then, when the folk with commitments hit the high road, the rest of us hit the public bar . . . big-time.
No, we hit the free for WYB bar big-time!
Conscious I had some sneaking about of my own to be doing, I moderated my intake. That wasn't as easy as it sounds. Drinks were flowing freely. There were fifteen of us left but the ample booze budget was for twenty-four. Every time a glass was emptied Hev was ordering a refill. It was next to impossible to dawdle. And later on, when the landlord started opening champagne bottles with his sabre . . .
Well, saying no wasn't always an option.
It was a great evening, though, one worthy of following such a marvellous afternoon. I spent most of it at the bar, chatting cheerfully with whoever came for the next refill. That way I got to chat with everyone, usually on the subject of what a wonderful time we had had. Yes, we all agreed, good old WYB!
At one stage, waiting for my next conversation to arise, I noticed Hev at a table, talking to a guy called Chris Wood-something. Chris wasn't a director but he was high up the management tree. They seemed sober and serious so I assumed they were discussing bank business and thought no more of it.
Instead I thought about my female colleagues. I was still a relative newcomer at the bank and did not know everyone's preferences. Or rather, I hardly knew anyone's preferences. At that precise moment there were seven of us females left to overnight. Excluding Hev and me, it seemed likely the other five were straight.
But they were all fit, I decided. I would if they would, without exception.
And I was sharing twin beds with one of them!
Speak of the Devil, I caught up with Lindy around ten o'clock. She hadn't been moderating at all and was the worse for wear. She'd been going drink-for-drink with Jo and Alison, who seemed a lot more practiced at it than she was. Another hour and she was clearly ready to turn in. Being a good roommate I escorted her upstairs, said I was going down for a nightcap and left her to sleep it off.
Out in the corridor I called Hev on her mobile.
'It's me,' I said. 'When are you coming to bed? And what's this out of the ordinary treat?'
'I'm in my room already,' she said, 'why don't you come and see for yourself?'
*****
A major surprise awaited me when Hev let me in, securing the door behind us. There were three bottles of champers (all of them neatly sabraged open) sitting in a line on the dressing table. And there was a bloke, sitting on a chair, sipping from a flute.
'This is Chris Woodhead,' she said brightly. 'Chris, this is sexy Sammy Jo. Isn't she lovely?'
Chris was a good-looking guy in his mid-forties. He was also the Chris Wood-something I'd seen talking with Hev earlier. And he'd been on our team for the quasars. He'd been one of the ones quickly wiped out.
I stared at him, doing my best not to gape.
He grinned at me and said I was lovely indeed.
'Chris knows you're not interested in men,' Hev went on. 'He's here to watch me and you. It's one to tick off your bucket list.' She laughed. 'There a couple I'd like to tick off for myself tonight, but we can discuss those in due course.'
I was staggered. And maybe I'd had more alcohol than I'd realized, because I was a bit intrigued. I opened my mouth and nothing came out. Smiling into my eyes, Hev handed me a full glass.
'It's good for shock,' she said, 'and it lessens your inhibitions.'
Now, in amongst all that fucking we'd been doing, we'd done a lot of talking; dirty talking, to be brutally honest. I knew the sorts of things Hev's mind was capable of. And she knew the things I had on my bucket list.
Yes, she knew I fantasized about performing for an audience.
I'd just never meant an audience of one . . . and a male one at that. I'd meant in the lounge at an all-girls orgy, something like that; something almost respectable and not nearly as kinky as this.
So what should I do? Running out on Hev might mean the end of our relationship, and I certainly didn't want that. It would also be cowardly and as full of inhibitions as you could get. And after all, it was a kink to one of my most lusted after fantasies . . .
I swigged my drink straight down. That worked. Well, it brought me back the power of speech.
'No touching,' I said to Chris. 'Do you understand?'
'I won't come within a yard of you without express permission,' he replied.
I turned to Hev. 'Okay,' said I, 'but we're doing equal shares.'
She nodded agreement, her emerald eyes gleaming. 'Strip,' she commanded.
'Item for item,' I said undoing buttons.
Now I must confess I was getting more excited by the minute. It's thrilling enough knowing sex is about to happen, isn't it? Add in all the little extras and I was close to cumming right then. Doing my best to ignore Chris but very conscious he was there, I removed my blouse.
Hev followed suit.
Then I removed my skirt and you get the general idea. Even taking our time about it as we did, we were soon naked and kissing on the bed. Then, thinking Hev might be less hurricane-like with somebody watching, I went down on her.
She came three times, saying all the usual words and making all the usual sounds, making me hope the room was soundproofed. From there we graduated to a little sixty-nine before she took her turn to go down on me.
I climaxed at least three times myself, on top of several orgasms I'd already had. And then we took turns to trib, really going at it, playing that clapping game again.
(I still don't know the name of the song but "Rose Royce" keeps coming into my head. It could be one of theirs.)
We did lots of other stuff as well: kissing; caressing; fingering and so on; just about everything a spectator could have expected, really. At one point, while Hev was back down on me, I snatched a glance at said spectator. If I'd hoped to catch him jacking I'd have been disappointed. He was still in his original position on the chair, fully dressed and watching. Seeing me look his way he grinned and nodded appreciation.
'I'm cumming,' I told him. God knows why, I certainly don't!
He nodded again and kept on watching.
I came as volcanically as ever.
*****
Later, much later, Hev suggested I might want to watch her and Chris. I didn't want to but I played along, not wanting to seem like a piker, taking the onlooker's place there on the sidelines and the opportunity to guzzle more free bubbly.
