Thanks to flirtyjo for being my inspiration.
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Jo was bored. And cold.
Bored because it had been a slow night. She had been working the bar at the golf and country club for a couple of weeks now, over the Christmas period to get a little extra cash for a special present for her husband -- something that would hopefully rekindle their marriage, would hopefully make him interested in her sexually again.
It had been 3 weeks since they'd last made love and even then it was a quick in and out which she'd initiated. He didn't seem interested any longer even when she tried, oh how she had tried, to turn him on. She'd dressed sexily, had danced for him, she'd even whispered in his ear -- asking him if there was anything he'd like to try -- even going so far as to suggest a threesome, male or female, whichever he'd prefer. All to no avail. He was always too tired or there was a work meeting or some other lame excuse.
She'd had the idea after seeing a documentary on the television. A hotel resort in the Caribbean called Rendezvous - adults only! She'd been saving all year and just needed another couple of hundred pounds to be able to afford it and whisk him away, and hopefully spend some quality time together.
Cold because it was bloody freezing! She'd gone out for her break. Out onto the balcony to get away from the guests and it had been snowing. As soon as she'd stepped out her nipples had turned to rocks and her arms were covered in goosebumps, still. A quick way to freshen up.
The guests on the previous nights had been OK. None of them rude, all treating her with respect. All getting drunk at their Christmas parties, trying to get off with the girl from accounts that they'd had their eye on all year. She'd seen some of them the morning after too -- creeping from one room into another, still in their ball gowns, hair messed up, some of them with rather obvious stains down them.
Tonight had been a bit different. There was only one party in -- seemed like a group of senior managers in an accounting firm. Mostly male, although there was one woman who, in Jo's honest opinion, looked like a right tart. Not only was she wearing a tight, short red cocktail dress, Jo had spent most of the evening watching her moving round the guys, sitting on their laps, brushing her hands over their faces and on one occasion Jo had actually seen her putting her hand on the guys groin and giving him a squeeze. Not that she had anything against the girl; in fact there was a part of her that was jealous. Jo hadn't been a virgin when she got married, in fact some of her experiences could have been written up and sold as erotica, but she'd always been a one guy girl (one at a time that is!) it was just the thought that this girl was obviously up for anything!
With anyone!
"Right, back to it," Jo thought to herself as she turned to head back to the door. Just as she reached towards the handle it opened outwards and two of the accountants stumbled out onto the balcony. They'd obviously been drinking as they blustered to the right, they hadn't even seen Jo.
"Cracking tits though" said the first, a tall dark man in a tuxedo.
"Yeah, but she'll never get them out, it's all just a tease to get the boss to give her a raise," replied his colleague, shorter than the first but stockier his body harder.
"I'd give her a raise" Mr Dark said
"Me too -- I can't believe it when she felt my cock before, the little slut. I'd give her a right good fucking, get that dress off her, bend her over and slap that ass until she begged me to fuck her." Mr Stocky replied.
"In your dreams mate"
"True. But I'm gonna try, it's Christmas and if she's not expecting it then I'm a monkeys uncle"
"I'd rather have that barmaid myself" Mr Dark replied.
Jo, still quiet behind the open door stilled herself. "That's me," she thought. She knew that she shouldn't listen, her grandmother had always told her that you never hear anything good if you listen but she was interested. Intrigued maybe.
Mr Dark continued, "She's fit, nice tits and that arse when she bent over to get the tonic, I though it was going to burst out of the skirt. Hmm. I'd love to get behind her and feel up her skirt, feel her soaking panties and fuck her with my hand. I bet she's a right dirty fucking slut."
Jo was astounded. She was shocked. Her grandmother was right -- no good would come of it. How dare they, talk about her like that, call her that, "a dirty fucking slut." She wasn't like that, was she? She had to admit though that hearing the men talk like that had made her pause, and if she were honest with herself the feeling in her nipples had gone from just sheer cold to slightly aroused. She could feel the blood flowing through them and now, when she concentrated she could feel it in other places as well. Her chest felt warm -- she always flushed slightly when she was turned on and her pussy was getting warm too. She couldn't believe it her pussy was getting wet hearing these men, these strangers talking about her like that.
"Well if you pull her I'd love of piece of that" Mr Stocky was saying to his friend, "Imagine her sucking on your cock while I fuck her from behind, banging that lush arse while I piston her onto you"
"We could double team her; you can fuck her cunt while I take her arse. I bet she's never had her arse fucked before, I'd stretch her, fill her with my hot cock"
"Yeah right, you'd fucking blow the lot before you got anywhere near her"
"You want a bet?"
"Yeah. A tenner says that you don't get anywhere. Me on the other hand, I'm going after Sasha"
"Tenner says you don't get anywhere with her"
"You're on"
The men turned and went back through the door leaving Jo standing, amazed and astounded on the balcony. What was going on? Here she was doing her best to save some money to save her marriage and, if she were frank with herself, she was feeling hot, very hot, her body alive just because two men had been talking about fucking her. Not just fucking her she told herself, fucking her like a slut, fucking her together, fucking her in the arse (they were right, she'd never done that!). And they'd had a bet about her. Why was she feeling like this, and more importantly what was she going to do?
Jo couldn't believe how she was feeling. She'd gone back inside to the bar and couldn't keep her mind on the job, her mind was still on the things she'd heard and more importantly on her body's reaction.
Her nipples were still hard, her heart was still pounding her pussy was still wet. Everything she did was like a vivid image in her mind. As she pulled a pint she realised the shape and width of the pump felt like a hot hard cock in her hand, as she filled a glass with ice she found herself wondering how it would feel against her naked skin, as she bent down to get a mixer drink she remembered Mr Dark's comments about her arse. Everything she did just made her think of sex! She couldn't help it.
Looking across the bar she saw the group. Mr Dark and Mr Stocky laughing with their colleagues, Sasha, the flirt, the tart, still touching and rubbing herself on each of them. Every now and then she'd see Mr Dark look in her direction, his eyes now seemed to be piercing her as he looked, and everytime he looked her body would react, a surge of lust passing through her.
"You OK love?" her boss asked, "it's just you look a bit flushed."
"I'm fine" Jo replied
"Why don't you take a couple of minutes, go and wash your face or something?"
Jo hesitated. What she really felt like doing was thrusting her hand between her thighs, finger fucking herself senseless and stopping the throbbing.
