All people involved were over 18.
I'd had a day off work and had been preparing myself to meet my husband in London for the evening.
My name is Anna, I'm a married cock loving cum slut in that I need sex, a lot of it.
I'm 28, quite tall, dark haired, slim with pert tits and bum. Derek, my husband, I call him D, works all over the place for an international consultancy company.
We live in St. Albans and I always enjoy meeting him in the city, a nice meal, a bit of flashing, maybe a porno cinema, followed by a train ride home.
I like to dress a bit tarty for him, and for anyone else who wants to look. I'd decided on a black half cup bra, black thong, fishnet stockings, black stilettos and well, not much else. I have a fairly long black leather jacket that just covers my ass. It was okay as long as I didn't bend over too far.
Standing looking at myself in the mirror I decided my outfit was a bit too naughty to travel in, so I added a short black skirt.
I drove to the train station in St.Albans and noticed that my jacket and skirt were still a bit shorter than I thought. As I looked down I could see my skirt had ridden up above my stocking tops, my thong was visible as were my pubic hairs. I have a full bush and like it that way, even though some girls were shaving these days..
Oh well, it's too late to change now, just have to be careful sitting down. I parked in the train station and walked to the platform buying a return ticket on the way. Being only three o'clock it was very quiet. We had planned for me to get to his office in Jermyn street about 4:30.
The train and tube to Green Park station was uneventful, no touch ups, nobody peering up my skirt. I even felt like having a little play with myself, but resisted. I walked past the Ritz and down to his offices. If only people knew how little I was wearing I thought as I walked along. The breeze was nicely blowing up my thighs cooling my cunt.
His office was on the ground floor along with some colleagues, secretarys and Barry, his boss.
Barry was a dear friend who always had a blow job from me whenever we met. He's fucked me loads of times and has a nice cock, at least nine inches. As I walked in everywhere was empty, so I sat in D's office and waited.
Being nosy I looked through his desk drawers, nothing much until I found a brown manila envelope.
Obviously I opened it. Inside were loads of photos, mostly of me in various poses. Also, quite a few of Barry and other women. As I flicked through them my juices started flowing. Especially the ones of Barrys cock.
I had my hand up my skirt as D finally appeared.
"Hi, sorry love it's been a crazy day." He said as Barry appeared. I had a picture of his cock in my hand and my other hand up my skirt.
"Hello Anna, enjoying yourself as usual I see." Barry said.
"I was bored waiting but I found these pictures that cheered me up."
Barry closed the office door and walked to stand beside me.
"The real thing is better," he was saying as he pulled his zip down and his cock out.
I just bent forward and started stroking and sucking it. His hand went to my jacket, pulling the zip down, and he soon had my tits in his hands.
D was watching as I sucked and played with one of my favourite cocks. He soon had his cock out and I was alternating between them.
D put his hand up my skirt, pulling my thong to one side. His fingers slid in my cunt so easy, quickly followed by some of Barrys.
I spread my legs wide, moving forward to the edge of the chair.
"Fuck me guys, please."
D sat on the desk, as I stood up I took my jacket off, Barry pulled my skirt up and my thong down my legs. As I stepped out of them I just bent over taking D's cock back in my mouth.
Barry grabbed my hips and I had his cock fully inside my cunt.
"Fuck I need it, harder Barry really fuck me."
They did, D's cock tasted so fucking good, his pre-cum nice and sweet. I knew they wouldn't take long so I rubbed my clit as Barry started squeezing my tits.
"That's it, fuck I'm cummming."
So am I, I heard them both say. I felt D's balls as he filled my mouth with his spunk. I was swallowing like mad as Barry grunted and pushed his cock all the up inside me, lifting my feet off the ground as my cunt took his load of cum.
I did my duties and licked both cocks nice and clean.
I sat back, my legs open, cum dribbling out of my cunt. D gave me some tissues and I cleaned myself up.
"Don't be too long D," he said as he left.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"So sorry hun, but we are against a deadline. We have to finish the presentation for a client. It looks like a long night."
I thought bollocks, I'm all dressed up for some fun.
"What can I do then, I'm dressed like a tart for you?"
"I'll make it up to you, honestly."
He pulled his wallet out and gave me a load of cash, it felt like he was paying a whore, not his wife.
"I've got to go, enjoy yourself."
With that he left. You bastard, I thought as I put my clothes in order. Bugger him I'm still going around London. There was a nice pub we have used before, so I started walking, making sure my skirt covered my stocking tops.
The place was slowly filling up as I entered. At the bar I ordered a drink, a large one, and some food. Finding a table I sat down, noticing lots of eyes looking as I sat down.
Fuck them, I let my skirt ride up and unzipped my jacket enough to reveal whatever cleavage my bra gave me.
Every time I crossed my legs, heads turned. My food arrived and I tucked in. After I had finished and was thinking of leaving a guy suddenly appeared. I guess he was in his mid-thirties, nicely dressed and attractive.
"May I join you?" He smiled.
I know I shouldn't have but found myself saying, "please do."
"Hi, my names Mark."
"Hello Mark, I'm Anna."
We just chatted for a while, he bought me another drink. Then came a question I didn't expect.
"How much do you charge Anna?"
"I'm not a whore, I'm married and just in town to shop, and maybe catch a film."
"Oh, so sorry, it's just the way your dressed, apologies."
I explained what had happened, leaving out the fucking. He laughed when I said it was meant to be a sexy fun night. I was off my guard a bit when I mentioned the porn cinema, but he laughed again, especially when I said I would go on my own.
"I'd better go, thank you for the drink."
"I'm walking that way, may I walk with you?"
I thought why not, easier walking in Soho with someone than alone, so we left the pub and headed towards Soho, it wasn't far and I was soon looking at sleazy images, free porn films, girls etc.
Mark said, "so you like porno, they are not that great Anna here. What do you like, watching or showing yourself to guys?"