Wendy still lived in the little village with her family (or some of them, as the eldest teenagers had moved away to university and work in another town), so it was just Wendy, her husband, Jim, and the youngest child who was only 18 and almost ready to leave High School. The village had been home to Wendy for all of her 42 years and, not only did Wendy know everyone in the village at least on speaking terms, but they all knew the lovely Wendy!!
She had grown up in the village, gone to school at the local primary school and taken part in many of the village activities over the years, including helping out at the little school, the pantomimes, the school fetes, the board of Governors and, not least of all, helping organise treats for some of the village pensioners when the opportunity arose.
There was no doubt that she had been admired by a lot of the men and teenage boys over the years, not just as a teenager but as she had developed into an attractive young woman, and then a wife and mother. Even at 42 years of age, Wendy still had what it took!! She was always busy and on the move and, as she moved around the village or down to the little bay in the summer for a swim and sunbathe, her firm, lithe limbs and shapely body were something that brought heart-warming cheer to the male population. And on occasions, it had brought more than that, although Wendy had always tried to put these events to the back of her mind!!
She had a great body, even after 3 children, she was about 5'7, still fairly shapely with short, dark hair, superb legs, a lovely ass and she just exuded sex appeal even though she didn't flaunt it.
She was friendly with everyone she met walking around the village or down in the bay, always passed the time of day chatting with the locals, and was just happy to have a comfortable and contented life in a quiet little village, close to the sea.
Jim, Wendy's husband, was a good man, but he had no idea of the adventures that Wendy had endured (is that the right word?) on occasions in the past few years. They had all happened by accident, and it was always the old men of the village who had cajoled and teased Wendy into going against her better judgement until she was left at the mercy of these lecherous old sods!!
After one of the school pantomimes at the little school at Christmas, Wendy had enjoyed a drink at the local village pub, the Waterside Inn, with other members of the cast. Unfortunately, she had fallen into the drunken hands of two of the old pensioners who were celebrating a birthday. The more the evening went on, the more Wendy became embroiled in the wandering hands of Tom and Bill, both in their late 60s or 70s, as they sat in the quiet snug bar of the pub. Although she made tentative efforts to fight the men off, she wasn't wholly hating the experience and it didn't take too long to persuade Wendy to return to one of their houses for a 'night-cap,' and Wendy ended up being beautifully fucked in front of the warm, winter fire by both Tom and Bill.
Months later, after the school sports day, Wendy again ended up at one the two old boys' houses, this time enjoying the summer sunshine in the secluded back garden. Tom and Bill again teased and cajoled the sexy woman in their company, until they had gently forced her to get down just to her little running shorts, miniscule vest and black socks. From there the two pensioners used their guile and cunning and finally were able to fully enjoy the fruits of Wendy's appreciative body again in a secluded part of the garden by the little pond. She again went home an exhausted but contented woman!!
The last episode, which took place about 2 years previously, shortly after Wendy had turned 40, involved the village school organising a coach trip for some of the pensioners of the village. Wendy accompanied a couple of the teachers from the little school, and all three women tried to keep the merry men in order...with great difficulty. The old boys drank more than enough during the trip to the brewery, and eagerly turned their attentions to Wendy on the journey home. There were attempts to lure her to the back seats of the coach, and Wendy had to fight off roaming hands on her legs and bottom as she resisted the offers to join the old men.
One of the old boys, a handsome 75 year old named Albert, was celebrating his birthday that day and, at the end of the journey, he made an impassioned plea to Wendy to join him at a little party at his little cottage in the village later that evening.
Initially, Wendy had no intention of joining the old boys in birthday celebrations, but as the evening wore on, she became bored and restless at home. Her husband, Jim, was on night-shift at the local power station and their 16 year old son was out doing his own socialising. There was nothing that interested Wendy on the television so, in the end, she told herself that she would walk down to Albert's place for just an hour and then come home for an early night. It wasn't to be!!
At Albert's place, Wendy stumbled on at least 5 of the old village men, all 'well-oiled' with beer and wine, and she knew she would have to be on her guard...what guard? Wendy enjoyed a glass of wine (or two) and some birthday cake, and then the teasing and pressure started. She was wearing a wonderful brown dress, short and showing off her lovely legs, and soon she was the centre of attention for the lecherous old men. It started with hands roaming over her body in front of the warm fire, it went on to a forfeit when Albert was able to blow all his candles out (with Wendy showing off more of her legs to the assembled audience) and ended with Wendy again enjoying her body being used by all of the men.
It was always something that Wendy never intended to happen, but once the excitable feelings had entered her loins and she felt numerous fingers gently caressing her intimate areas, the battle was lost and Wendy had to admit that the experiences were wonderful.
If there was one thing in Wendy's life that wasn't quite perfect, it was in her physical needs. Jim was a kind and considerate man, but he wasn't too demonstrative or active in areas where Wendy needed occasional lust and perhaps hard, relentless sex to satisfy her needs, especially as she reached middle age. She was probably in the prime of her sexual life...just turned 40 and her body was in magnificent shape...she always dressed smartly and fashionably, and in the summer months, Wendy wasn't shy in letting the sun get to her luscious legs and the rest of her body by wearing skimpy little garments...hence all the attention from the men of the village!!
It was on those occasions where the old men had tempted and seduced her that Wendy had felt really alive and satisfied. But, of course, those episodes had to remain totally secret and unspoken...difficult in a small village, but Wendy had managed to carry on her life without any embarrassing comments or tittle-tattle coming out, so after more than 2 years had lapsed, she hoped that things were pretty safe.
These events were now just distant memories in Wendy's mind and, more importantly, Christmas was just around the corner. She was at home, thinking about what decorations to get, and what presents to buy the family, when the phone went. It was the landlord of the local pub, the Waterside Inn. Wendy often helped out behind the bar when asked, filling in for people when they were sick, or when a busy evening was anticipated.
'Wendy, we're really struggling Christmas week. Sue is on long term sick, and you know what it's like on the run up to Christmas. Any chance that you could help out on a few evenings...I really would be grateful...and there would be a bit of a bonus, of course.'
Wendy quickly did a bit of mental agility and worked out that Jim was again on a week of nights running up to Christmas. What would be the harm, she thought. The children would all be out doing their own thing, and the extra money would certainly be handy. Christmas Day was on the Saturday, so Wendy agreed that she would do 4 nights in the pub, starting on the Tuesday and culminating with Christmas Eve on the Friday night. The landlord was eternally grateful, and Wendy suddenly had something to look forward to in her social life...even though she knew that it would be busy in the pub and she would probably be rushed off her feet.
The Waterside Inn was a lovely little pub, with a main bar and a little snug bar down the steps at the rear, and it was situated down at the bottom of the village, on the little road that ran along by the sea. It was certainly popular in the summer when people were coming up from the beach, and tended only to be busy in the winter at weekends and on special occasions like Christmas and the New Year festivities.
When Wendy told Jim later in the day that she would be working in the pub for a few evenings at Christmas, he was quite pleased, really. He could see a few extra quid coming into his wife's purse, and that always helped, he would be at work at the same time, and the children would either still be away or they would be entertaining themselves anyway. It was only on Christmas Eve that Jim would be at home on his own, but he might even go out for a few pints himself if he felt like it!
So, Wendy had one more week to go to organise herself for Christmas and then she would be working for 4 nights at 'The Waterside.' She managed to complete all her shopping, order the Christmas turkey and some cold meats, put a few decorations up, and go to the village school pantomime one evening. She managed to escape the clutches of some of the old men who also attended the pantomime, even though she looked delicious as she sat in the front row for the performance. Going home afterwards, she was pleased that she hadn't been tempted into more activities that would bring nothing but embarrassment again!
So it was on the Tuesday evening of Christmas week, after Jim had gone off to work on the night-shift, that Wendy set off for the 15 minute walk down to the 'Waterside.' It was pretty chilly but at least it was dry, and Wendy had wrapped up warmly in her big coat for the walk down the village lanes until she reached the pub overlooking the water.
She had put on her high heels and a smart little dark mini dress under the winter coat because, as she said to herself, 'it's Christmas, the punters need to be cheered up on a cold, winter's night, and it makes me feel better about myself anyway.'
Although it was a Tuesday, not the busiest day of the week for going to the pub, the fact that it was Christmas week had brought a few people out for a drink and by 9o'clock, there were quite a few people in the pub and Wendy was kept quite busy with the other barmaid.
She hadn't seen any of the old boys who had been her conquerors in recent years and Wendy didn't even think about them as she enjoyed her first evening of work for a few months. Then, at about 10 o'clock on the dot, the pub door opened and in walked one of the old men who had been at Albert's birthday party that evening two years ago, when Wendy had given in to their advances and ended up almost naked and the subject of endless sexual enjoyment!!
The old boy, Joseph, recognised Wendy straight away and there immediately was a smile across his admiring face. He ordered a pint which Wendy duly served him, and then leant up against the bar, trying to engage Wendy in conversation.
'You working down here again, Wendy?'
'Only for a few days in the run up to Christmas, while it gets busy.'
'Well, it'll certainly brighten the place up a bit,' he smiled, taking longing looks at the luscious legs on view.
'Thank you very much, Joseph,' replied Wendy. 'Where's all the other old boys, then...taking their Horlicks and having early nights, are they?' she laughed.
'Well, I don't know...I expect they are tucked up by a warm fire...but you wait until I tell them you're working down here for a few days.'
'Oh God, Joseph...No...if you spread the word and they all come down here and start misbehaving, I shall blame you, you naughty old man.'
'Oh Wendy, we only come down here for a quiet drink...and to admire the scenery (looking at Wendy's legs again)...you can't begrudge us old men a little bit of fun now and then.'
'A little bit of fun is all you deserve, you old devils, and nothing more!' retorted Wendy, and then she was off to serve another customer, knowing Joseph's eyes (and all the other men at the bar) were giving her legs another lecherous look.
Apart from that, Wendy's evening was relatively quiet and by 11.15, she was walking back up the hill, along the lanes and back to her little bungalow. She felt tired after her first stint at the pub, had a coffee, and was soon asleep in her comfortable bed. For a brief moment, before she fell asleep, Wendy knew that seeing old Joseph again in the pub had brought back fleeting memories of 'that' night, when he was amongst the old men of the village who had fully enjoyed her mature body at Albert's house.
