It was during the miners strike in the early eighties and I had gone to stay with a friend in South Yorkshire for the weekend leaving hubby and children at home. The place where she lived had recently had a large influx of men from various police forces around the country because of the miner’s strike and it was busy as I stepped off the bus outside the village pub. It was a ten minute walk to my friends and I was strolling along wondering what the weekend might have in store. There were 4 of us girls, all friends from a couple of years back and we knew each other well. It was great to meet up again and catch up on events over the previous months. Two of them, Tina and Emma were divorced now and I hadn’t seen them or their husbands since their divorces.
The first night we were all a bit tired but walked into the village to the Station Hotel and had a couple of drinks. Some of the off duty coppers came in around 9 and one started chatting up Becca who quickly flashed her wedding ring and we left shortly afterwards.
There was an undercurrent of excited expectation on the next night. We dressed in jeans and blouses, not dressed to kill but sexy enough. I had good boobs and left a few buttons undone on a blouse that was otherwise, unremarkable. We did each others make-up and nails and I was so happy to finally get a girlie weekend together with them and looked forward to having fun in the evening. We decided to go back to the Station Hotel again, mainly for Tina and Emma who felt we owed it to all those lonely policemen.
It was pretty busy when we arrived and quite noisy in the entrance hall, where I stopped to use the phone to call hubby. We had a chat for a few minutes but the music from the bar and general hubbub of people in and out made it difficult to hear. I told him where we were and that we were out for a good night. He told me to be good and we said goodnight.
Into the bar and it was heaving with a load of off duty police swelling the normal Saturday night crowd. We propped up the bar initially and stayed there for some drinks before somebody vacated a table and we were able to sit down. I had downed my Brandy and Babycham too quickly and felt quite light headed so I was glad of a chair. It wasn’t long before we were approached by a couple of the younger men, who tried it on with flattery and the offer of drinks. Tina and Emma were lapping it up whilst Becca and I were less inviting. That didn’t stop one of them standing behind me and pulling my blouse out commenting on what a fine pair I had. I playfully slapped his hand away but, undeterred, he continued to make suggestions about what he could do with such a handful.
A few drinks later and we were all now feeling the effects of the alcohol. Tina and Emma were the centre of attention once their marital status had been ascertained and were lapping it up. I suggested getting something to eat as I needed to soak up some booze but nobody else seemed to want to go so I told them I would be back soon and left for the local Fish & Chip shop. As soon as I stood up, I could feel the room spinning and I swayed my way to the door. Luckily, the Fish & Chips were only a few doors down but before I got there, Mike, the guy who had been looking down my blouse, appeared and offered me a steadying arm. We both ate our Fish & Chips, just chatting and relaxing. It turned out that Mike didn’t want to be there. He came from a mining community in Nottinghamshire and felt sympathy for the miners, also, he was missing his girlfriend whom he had been seeing for nearly 2 years. I pointed out that he was obviously not missing her enough not to stare at my cleavage and his gaze came back to meet mine, an impish grin on his face. I was beginning to forget I was married as we continued to chat and his boyish charm and looks began to distract me.
We went back to the pub only to find the girls had disappeared. It was quite late now so I assumed they had gone back to Becca’s. Mike offered to walk me back and I was grateful for the company as I wasn’t sure I could make it back on my own. Halfway there and Mike offered to give me a piggy back which I was grateful for and I jumped on, his strong hands gripping my bum cheeks. When we got to Becca’s there were half a dozen men there all in various states of undress playing a game with the girls. The loser of the game had to lose an item of clothing and as we had played this many times before, the girls were all good at it and remained fully clothed despite their drunken state.
Then someone found whipped cream in the kitchen and started squirting it on exposed parts of bodies. Mike unbuttoned my blouse and the guy squirted a load on my belly, bra and boobs and I was suddenly surrounded by men licking it all off. I playfully pushed them away and headed off upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I wiped some off but it was all over the place so I removed my blouse and bra and sat on the bath to finish cleaning off.
Mike walked in and I tried to cover up but he told me not to bother as he had already seen everything now and offered to help me. Why not? I thought and let him wipe my boobs. He said his girlfriend was an A cup and it felt great to get his hands on “big tits”, as he put it. So I told him that I always thought that 36C was a good size rather than big. I tried to get my bra back on but he said that I looked better braless so I got my blouse back on and we rejoined the party which was now missing Tina and Emma and some of the blokes. Becca said that they had gone upstairs so I might need to sleep on the sofa.
Billy Joel was on the CD player and Mike came up behind me, put his arms around me and started swaying to the music. It wasn’t long before I could feel his hardness pressing into me and his hands under my blouse cupping my breasts. I was lost in the moment and I didn’t stop him when he started unbuttoning my blouse and exposing my breasts. His hand then delved down beneath my waistband but it was too tight to make progress so he unbuttoned my jeans and thrust his hands into my g-string.
Somebody was up on the table in boxers trying to get me to get up with him by grabbing my arm. I resisted but Mike was now pushing me up so I allowed myself to be pulled up and in the process I lost my blouse. I felt hands tugging at my jeans which were soon around my ankles so I stepped out of them and stood on the table just in my g-string. I was swaying from side-to-side to the rhythm of the music trying to dodge the ceiling light and not fall off the table. After a while I decided to get down and I was helped by John who had been standing on the table with me and now sported a large bulge in his boxers. Becca had also disappeared and it was just the 3 of us in the room and Mike lost no time in getting down between my legs and pulling aside my g-string. This was the last time that evening that I remembered that I was a married woman.
John’s cock was in my face as he mauled at my breasts and pinched my nipples causing pleasurable discomfort. He was trying to get me to open my mouth but I have never been a big fan of sucking cocks so I resisted. His perseverance paid off as I yielded to the pressure and took his length into my mouth. Mike’s tongue was busy on my pussy and I just played with anything that came to hand . Then John withdrew saying he needed my pussy and nudged Mike out of the way. Mike contented himself with playing with my boobs while I played with his cock until he pulled away, telling me he wanted to save it. John continued to thrust into me until he eventually came and he gave way to Mike who quickly took his place. The rest of the night passed in a haze and I don’t remember much. I remember cushions being thrown on the carpet and blankets being wrapped around me and being cuddled from behind.
I was awoken around six to the feel of someone behind me gently forcing themselves into me. A hand was on my breast and I could feel warm breath on my neck. I didn’t respond but just lay there, being taken. It wasn’t long before I felt him pumping his cum inside me and withdrawing. He left as quietly as he had come and I was alone on the floor of the sitting room, under a blanket. The morning sun was streaming through the curtains and I felt a warm glow inside me.
I idly played with my clitoris as I recalled how I had been taken the previous night and wondered where Mike and John were. My fingers started to busy themselves inside me remembering how I had had one inside me as I sucked the other and I threw off the blankets and spread my legs as I fingered myself, one hand on my breast the other on my pussy with the sunlight playing on my body. I noticed movement at the door and realised someone was watching me which only served to increase my excitement and I arched my back, thrusting myself towards the unknown voyeur as I reached a shuddering climax. I slept again and awoke to find the three girls getting breakfast and we all chatted about what had happened last night. Becca and I were a little shamefaced but we all decided that it had been great fun and details of our exploits would remain between the four of us, although of course, I did share everything with my hubby when I got home.
