This is the first story in a series of tales about a group of 50 something workers.
Chapter 1
Sex had never been a particularly important part of my life, but since losing my wife a while back, my desires have dwindled. Before she was taken away, although we were in our late fifties, my wife and I had sex more often than we did in our twenties!
Now, I've never been one for parties and, more often than not, if I get an invite I find a reason not to go. I really have to be in the right mood. Normally, the invite from Maureen wouldn't have interested me, but as I was feeling a bit lonely at the time, I thought I'd go along to her 50th birthday bash.
Maureen was one of a close-knit group of women affectionately known as the 'gang of four'. They are all around the same age and all seem to enjoy the same sense of humour. They're pretty lively at the best of times and are very good friends indeed. Two are divorced, one separated and one married (but she doesn't seem very happy about it).
I travelled to Maureen's house with Jo and Mandy, who had been to the pub for a few 'loosening up', drinks first. I had to finish some work before I could leave, so they came back to collect me. They had always been prone to making jokes which had a double meaning (particularly when they had a little drink inside them), but I just smiled and accepted that it was just talk.
Mandy and Jo insisted on walking along arm-in-arm with me. I secretly enjoyed their touch – it felt almost intimate – but I felt awkward that we were taking up so much of the pavement and causing people to avoid us.
The tube journey seemed to be an opportunity for them to have a laugh at my expense (at least, that was how I interpreted their actions). The train was pretty packed and we seemed to be bouncing off of each other more than you would normally expect.
Breasts seemed to be frequently nudging against me from both sides and my right hand (which I had left dangling at my side) seemed to be coming into contact with Mandy for longer and longer periods. I was trying not to think about it, but it seemed that my knuckles were touching somewhere near her upper thighs. She seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly.
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Chapter 2
We got to Maureen's place and the party was just starting. I had a few drinks, talked with some people I knew and got introduced to some I didn't. I was beginning to enjoy myself, but starting to feel very tired. It must have been pretty late as the music had been turned down from its earlier ear-bashing levels. I realised that I had left it too late to get home on the tube.
I found myself sitting on a comfortable sofa and when the person I was talking to got up to leave, I just sat relaxing and then dozed off.
When I woke up, I was completely disoriented. Not drunk, just in that twilight world between sleep and awake.
Debbie said, "Here, swallow this, it will wake you up".
She put something in my mouth and held a glass of water up to my lips. I washed it down with the water, still too dazed to even think to ask what it was. Pretty soon I became more alert. This happens to me sometimes; I feel my batteries drain and have a little rest and then when I wake I'm raring to go again.
I looked at the four women, who were all staring at me intently. Debbie looked seemingly in eager anticipation while Jo and Mandy watched with curiosity. Maureen just stood back and seemed a little worried.
"How are you feeling now?" asked Debbie.
"Fine," I said. "I just needed a little nap that was all."
"Oh good."
Something was going on. I didn't know what. As I said, I had become more alert now and realised that all the other guests had all gone, leaving me alone with the gang of four. Debbie casually sauntered across to the sofa and sat down next to me.
"Ouch!" she said. "Ooooh! That bruise is very tender." I looked at her and she explained, "I caught myself on the edge of a desk at work yesterday and it's given me a nasty bruise."
She stood up and continued, "Here let me show you".
To my surprise, she undid her trousers, turned around and bent over. The bruise itself was livid, but my eyes were almost bursting out of my head. She was wearing a thong that was little more than a G-string.
She took my hand and said, "Here, you feel the lump."
She rubbed my hand over her injury. There was indeed a big lump, but by now there was a much larger one in my trousers.
I hoped that nobody would notice, but it was almost as if they were looking out for it.
Jo said, "Look Debbie, he seems to be enjoying you shoving your bum in his face."
Debbie looked down at my crotch and said, "You naughty boy! Are you having rude thoughts about me? Is stroking my bum making you horny?"
I just stared open-mouthed. My hand was still stroking her leg, so I withdrew it quickly.
Debbie smiled wickedly and told me that, "Naughty boys should have their trousers and pants pulled down and given suitable punishment, shouldn't they?"
If anything, my cock had grown even harder by now and being 7 ½ inches in length with a considerable girth, it was not easy to disguise. I couldn't reply as my mouth had gone very dry. I notice that Jo and Mandy's expressions had changed; now they seemed to be looking on with eager anticipation.
Debbie reached down and started to undo my trousers. A part of me wanted to stop her, but another part was fascinated. She tugged my trousers and pants down to my knees and in doing so pulled me down to a prone position. They had all let out a gasp when my dick sprang free from pants. I almost did too – it seemed larger than even I remembered!
Debbie, eyes fixed on my erection, whispered, "I'm sorry girls, but this can't wait."