Summer turned to autumn and the action turned from frantic outdoor shagging into more of an indoor sport. Kaye and Mandy had a few joint outings; shopping for clothes, shoes and just browsing like only women can I guess... Cracks me up thinking back to the reaction of a shoe salesman, seeing not one but two juicy split peaches barely hidden below a short skirt...as the girls liked sitting side by side...flashing their fannies at some poor bloke who would then have to try and hide his boner...
Come spring and one of my other passions in life, riding big bore bikes, got in the way of what the girls had in mind. The club I belonged to had a ride planned, and Mandy was all OK for me to join the boys for a weekend away. No big deal, it had all been done before.
I had a feeling it would happen, but it still surprised me when I got home to find Mandy's' stuff gone from my house. The note she left explained the basics: "Can't do this anymore, don't want to share you etc." This after she took us in the direction we went in, attended a number of swinging parties, tried a bit of this and a bit of that. The short version is that we took a path that you can't retreat from. I am not bitter about what happened, heck, I enjoyed the journey and even though I knew there was a possibility it would end this way.
Later on I would find out that Mandy had been offered a job in another city and decided a clean slate start was the way to go. Knowing the ride weekend was coming up she simply planned her exit to coincide with my boys' weekend.
To give her credit she never made life difficult for me, and now, years later, we keep in touch, albeit in a 'just friends' capacity. Kaye was kept in the dark, but come Monday at work it was obvious that Mandy had put Kaye in the picture.
Kaye was supportive, in the end she wanted to be sure she could still get her fill of cock from me, but at the same time she'd become more than just an affair to me. Now that we were both single we embarked on a dangerous path. Spring in the air, Kaye and her passion for quick romps in naughty places, it was now only a matter of time before luck would run out....
The irony in the situation that unfolded was simple. Kaye's daughter Melanie turned up at work unannounced. Kaye is not at her desk and fails to answer her cell phone. So Sue, the general managers' PA, offers her help. "Oh, come along I know where Kaye is, just seen her head to the inwards store, I'll walk you down," Sue says.
With Kaye bent over my desk, chock full of my rampant dick, I missed the two women approaching as they didn't come across the courtyard. Anyway, Sue climbs the stairs with Melanie waiting below. Sue to her credit took one look into my office, observed the scene of Kaye bent over my desk, bare arsed and dripping wet, me hurriedly trying to put my dick away and she just smiles this awfully sly smile.... "No sorry Melanie, nobody here," she says out loud as she heads back down the stairs.
The afternoon tea break, bent over the desk fuck that got me started with doing Kaye at work, had only been an occasional event. But right now, the game was up and Kaye and I were now wondering how Sue would handle this.
Sue was a woman in her early fifties, never been married and often referred to as the spinster at work. Between Sue, the GM's PA and Alison, the MD's PA, an enormous amount of clout was at hand.
Nothing happened on the day Sue sprung us though, or the next day, much to Kaye's discomfort. "What's happening," Kaye asked me. "Have you been approached yet?" she continued.
"Nope, not yet, but I have to say I'd rather know than be left in the dark," I admitted to Kaye.
On Friday morning Sue and Alison were sitting huddled together in the lunchroom and the way Alison kept looking over in my direction it was obvious what the topic of discussion was.
Kaye phoned me later that morning and told me what Sue and Alison had come up with. "They have suggested that next Friday night, at Joanne's leaving party, we revive an old tradition," she says.
"Do tell," I replied in a puzzled fashion.
"Well, it's called the 50 cent game, the girls used to egg the guys on to see who could put the most meat on the table. We had a guy working in the store a while back who measured 7 and a half 50 cent coins. With each coin being an inch and a quarter in diameter that made for quite a bit of cock on the table...mmmm.... but I reckon you're bigger still," Kaye mused.
"It's just a silly alcohol and lust fuelled thing that's sort of gone by the wayside really, but Sue and Allie want to see your cock on the block," Kaye groaned. "I don't think they realise you'd most likely win, and I've got no idea how they'll react to see your big donger plonked on the table," Kaye added quietly.
"Oh, right, so what do you reckon my options are?" I asked, half asking myself, but Kaye took a while to answer.
"Well, I think Sue and Allie want to see you humiliated, what they'll do when that fails is kinda beyond me," Kaye answered.
"In the end it's either do what they want or start job hunting I guess," I said almost to myself, just getting a sigh in response from my lover.
Come next Friday night at Joanne's goodbye party, the crowd thins as the evening wears on and before long the group is down to about 25 or so. Sue and Alison have said nothing to me in the past week, not that I'd normally get to say anymore than just hello or morning m'am anyway.
Around 2 in the morning, all liquored up and loose, the call goes out amongst the ladies for 50-cent pieces. Kaye just looked at me and mouthed:" Good luck."
Now down to 16 women and 7 guys, the group of women is egging the guys on. "C'mon, put it on the table boys, it's a girls night out, don't be so chicken about it," the collective voice of the women howls.
Kaye is alongside me, rubbing me thru my jeans already. The ceremony is silly of course, made even more so when Alison takes charge and makes the guys draw numbers to decide the order in which we get to drop our dacks.
"Hold on ladies, it's Joanne's party so she can draw the numbers," Alison says. "And will she get to pick the biggest cock to take home as well," someone shrieked. "Settle down girls, first gotta find Joanne a big cock to take home," Alison laughingly said.
By this time Go-Jo, Joanne's nickname at work on account of her bit-of-a-goer reputation, is grinning from ear to ear. "Go-Jo, Go-Jo," goes the chant around the table. A couple of the guys are looking a bit worried, understandable of course given the circumstances!
Joanne draws the numbers and it's when I get the number to go last I see Alison smirk at Kaye. Nothing said, just a devilish smirk...
A guy from across the bar comes over, and asks:" Mind if I join in this game ladies?" OK, so here is the ringer that Sue and Alison had setup??
One by one dacks are dropped and guys flop their dicks onto the table. "Woohoo," goes the chant around the table. Four, five, six 50-cent pieces are about it until it's my turn.
