When i was about 22, I worked away, as I often do, on a job in Kirby in the Midlands. Quite a kooky town shall we say.
Before the last day me and my mate broke camp from the old boys and headed for a night out on the town. At some point that night we bumped into a lad who was selling disco biscuits and we gave him our custom. An hour and half a pill later and we are on the dancefloor in a local club dancing around like idiots having a great time.
All of a sudden a beautiful young lady with long sheer black hair and soft brown skin appears in front of me and starts gyrating her arse against my crotch. 'Jesus, I think I'm in heaven' and I start to grab her hips and kiss her neck as she grinds away. I always remember looking down over her shoulder and seeing her beautiful firm breasts and what looked like the classiest bra I'd ever seen on woman. I dont know why it struck me so much but I remember the bra (and the tits) to this day.
Anyway I stop kissing her for a second and look up to check if all this is all real and I'm not just imagining it. When I do look up, slap bang in front of me, about 10 yards away, is another woman of about 30 I'd guess. She's quite attractive too and she's mouthing some words that I cant make out with the termoil of the dance floor and the ecstasy in my brain. Then she looks at beautiful bra girl, gives her a nod and the lovely lingerie lady from the east disappears into the crowd. This woman then just keeps walking towards me mouthing some words and I'm just not getting it at all until she grabs my head and says into my ear "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!".
I'm high as a kite at this point and I don't know what the fuck was going on. Where did she go, who is this then...This isn't normal I'm thinking. I'm no Brad Pitt but then again I'm no Ian Dowie either. What's going on? But why let a good opportunity go to waste I thought. So I took her to the bar got us both a drink and went off to find a dark corner.
We start having a good old fashioned snog with our hands all over each other.
We were sat on a seat behind a round table and suddenly,just like that, she whips out my cock and starts to give me a hand job. I'm thinking "fucking hell, nothing like this has happened to me before I don't know what to do with this scenario, I'm being man-eaten!"
So I decided to stop my embarrassment at having my cock out in night-club by turning the tables. I grabbed the wrist she was wanking me with, held her gaze before putting my cock away and slipping my hand up her skirt. Her pussy was dripping wet and I easily slid two fingers up her and started to finger her. She seemed to love it and moaned loudly. I looked around to see if we had attracted any attention.
We had.
Standing 10 yards away was a guy who had expression that I juust couldn't place. He was starring intently at us. 'Ah fuck him' I thought and carried on. A couple of minutes later I looked up again and there he was, bold as brass. Just starring at us but this time next to him, and too close to him to be just a passer by, was beautiful bra girl.
WTF IS GOING ON HERE!
I pulled my fingers out and myself away from her and asked the question. She tried to tell me nothing. I called bullshit and she finally agreed to tell me. "He's my husband." Oh FFS my 22 yr old brain thought 'get the fuck out out of here'. (I could have knocked the guy out with one hand behind my back I wasn't worried about him in that sense but it was weird.) So I did. Quick sharp.
I couldn't find my mate anywhere in the club and decided to get a kebeb and call it a night.
Anyway, I walk out of the club and eventually find a busy kebab shop, tell myself this must be the best one, and join the queue which stretched outside. Just as soon as I've got inside the shop up behind me pops fuck-me lady, starry husband and bra girl. "I still want you to fuck me" she said as soon as I'd realised she was there, and loud enough for anyone close by to hear. I was totally confused and more than a bit intimidated by this strong sexual woman 8/10 years my senior and her little entourage.
I explained that although she was attractive and under normal circumstances I'd be up for it. But this was all a bit strange for me (at least at that time it was) and anyway I explained this had all started with me wanting to and thinking that I'd pulled beautiful bra girl. They all kind of giggled at my bumbling naively and innocence. Fuck-me lady then got them into a little huddle and returned with a new offer.
"If you fuck her first will you fuck me after?" My mind was kind of exploding now but I didn't like being laughed at so I responded 'only if its in the kebeb shop toilets'. Naively thinking this would save face for me and they'd be the ones that refused and I could get to bed. This half Indian Princess would surely never agree to that.
Much to my amazement she didn't miss a beat 'of course you dirty boy' she said with a wicked smile. She then demanded to see my cock and as the queue had now moved forward the guy getting the salad from the glass fronted fridge got a right eye full as she inspected my tackle. It seemingly passes the test and the four of us then sat eating our kebabs and waiting for the toilet to become free in total silence. Could this night get any weirder I thought. The toilet door finally opened and a big burly guy staggered out.
Good god I thought its going to be horrific in there, "come on" she said. I was right it was, but I didn't care for long. She sat down on the seat facing me and gave me some of the most spectacular head I've ever had. She pulled down my pants and lifted my cock so she could suck on my balls and then proceeded to rub my dick all over her face before swallowing the whole lot. I still had my kebeb in hand and was munching away as she gobbled me. I think without the distraction of the kebab I'd have cum all over her face right there and then. She's perhaps one of the prettiest ladies I've ever had the pleasure of. Mixed race Indian with a smile and body to die for. All wrapped in a tight electric blue dress, that amazing bra and, as I discovered when I bent her over to start fucking her, no knickers just suspenders and stockings. As I parted her lips and plunged into her she let out an almighty moan and contiued to do so with greater volume as i started to fuck her more and more vigorously. What seemed like too soon but frankly could have been any length of time from one minute to five there was a loud knocking on the door and a guy shouting. He sounded like he meant business and that business was kebebs. He was well pissed off. We all left and we were sworn at and cursed in an Eastern tongue. The shame.
"Now you HAVE to fuck me. A deal is a deal." So we got in a taxi back to theirs. Strangely when we got to the house fuck-me woman insisted on us all having a brew. The starring husband didn't look pleased at all. "Are you sure that your happy with this?" I asked. "Course he is" she answered for him "he's just pissed off because you fucked her and he fancies her more than his own wife!" Bra-girl laughed sipped her tea then quickly said her goodbyes and left. The husband did likewise and went upstairs and we started to rip each others close off. To be honest I fancied fucking her downstairs, away from the moody husband but She wanted to go upstairs. To the spare room, she said that it had lock and some sex toys in it. So up we went.
It was a classic small spare room, just enough space for a small double bed and some fitted mirrored wardrobes at the other end. She immediately pulled out a vibrator from a case full of sex toys under the bed and held it to her clit as I fucked her. I fucked her this way and that for a good while and the old bed was jumping all over the place. As I fucked her hard in doggy looking at myself and my smug expression in the mirror on the wardrobes I noticed something odd.
As I played about with the speed and deepth of thrust of my fucking one thing was becoming very clear. The wardrobe was dancing to a different beat than the bed. WTF is going on I thought for the umpteenth time that night. A fitted wardrobe shouldn't be moving anyway, at all..was it the drugs..no its definitely moving WTF...WTF....WTF.
Then it struck me. Someone's in there. I pulled out, crossed the floor and slid the door to the side.
Well I was half right. Inside was the husband sat on a stool and dressed in the same dress, stockings and bra that bra girl had been wearing. He was having his cock sucked by bra girl who was on her kness naked and had a mask on but I knew it was her from her wonderful breasts. And frankly who else could it have been.
'Oh Fuck My Life' I thought. This is definitely now way, way too much now. And started to wonder if there was anything in the tea! I slammed the mirrored door shut I grabbed my pants etc and scarpered. I never knew their names or ever looked back after I slammed the front door behind me and ran for about half a mile.
Then suddenly I stopped running and realised I had no idea where the fuck I was. Luckily after 10-15 mins I stumbled across the site I was working at. So I jumped the fence, broke into the portacabin and made a bed out of dust sheets and insulation.
The next day the lads showed up for work and of course they all wanted to know the story. So naturally i told them. 'Bull-fucking-shit" they all exclaimed to a man when I'd finished telling the tale. No one would believe me. My mate had confirmed seeing me with bra girl but had then gone off on his own hunt for pussy but failed and gone back to the digs. "Why would I not just say I'd fucked the beautiful Indian girl if I was lying" I remember asking. "You just stay off them drugs lad they'll send you potty" I was told.
I know I was high but it all definitely happened. 10 or so years later and I was in a pub back home one Sunday and I got a tap on the shoulder. "Hello mate, long time no see" it was the old plumber from that site. We caught up for a while and then he asked me "was it true? That story about your night out in Kirby?" I told him it was. He had a think for a second and then said he'd get us a drink. When he came back he asked again "really?" "Yes honest mate it was a weird night but kind of fun." He looked at me for a minute again and said "wait here". I thought he was going for a piss so I just turned my back and continued to watch the game. Two minutes later he's tapping me on the shoulder again. So I turn around, "This is Louie" he said to the woman next to him. "Louie, this is my wife.....
But thats another story.
I've never quite fully worked out what was going on there in Kirby in terms of power balance but those three certainly played by their own rules thats for sure. And after that night so did I.
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