Lockdown gives us all time to be home and get bored. Fed up with the crap on TV my wife Linda and I sat chatting over a bottle of wine, lights dimmed and enjoying the twinkle of flames from the fire. Linda started giggling, “Remember when I went up to visit Sarah in Scotland?” I could remember it vividly but played dumb, “Vaguely, remind me”. So with a glint in her eye she retold the story of nearly thirty years ago. Sarah and I grew up together and went to the same school in Bath. Neither of us were blessed with curvaceous figure and were slow developers so formed a close friendship. Her Dad was a farmer and after many paper rounds and working as shop girls on a Saturday we had saved enough between us to buy a horse, riding our passion as teenagers. Mum would drive me out to the farm every weekend and collect me each evening having gone to the farm with Sarah when her parents collected her from school. I moved up to Yorkshire with Mum and Dad after school and did my nurses training, Sarah went to Uni at St Andrews. She met and fell in love with a farmer, they married just after Uni and it suited Sarah to work with Tim on the farm just to the north west of Glasgow. You were away on a training weekend I think, anyway, I hadn’t seen Sarah for a few years and decided to see if I could go up for a long weekend. I arrived Friday lunchtime and it was like we’d not spent a day apart even though neither of us is very good at keeping in regular contact. Their farm was large with livestock all out grazing on the moors so we spent a glorious afternoon on the horses checking up on the sheep scattered far and wide. It was summer and the weather was glorious, just as we were approaching the farm a grass snake slithered in front of Sarah’s horse attempting to avoid being trodden. The horse reared, Sarah flew off and landed hard. Tim heard the commotion and came running over from the barn, scooped Sarah into the Land Rover and off to A&E. I stayed at the farm and sorted the horses out, they were back by teatime, Sarah with bruised cheek, two broken ribs and a fractured collar bone with her arm in a sling. I cooked up a supper and we enjoyed wine and chat before bed. Saturday morning, another glorious day, Sarah suggested we go for a short walk as clearly riding was out of the question. As we walked she talked. Financially on the farm times were tough and they were doing all they could to maximise revenue from selling produce direct to local retailers to considering other ventures. And Sarah was about to ask for my help with one particular venture. Sarah and I have almost identical figures, shape and height but she’s a short haired natural blonde with blue eyes and her face rounder than mine but very pretty. My hair is long and curly auburn in colour and my eyes are green. She and Tim had come up with idea of having various local (Glasgow’s relatively local) camera clubs come out and use one of the barns as a photographic studio. Demand was good, all they had to do was to keep it clean, include a few rural rustic props and offer up a glass of wine and some sandwiches. The shoots were about two and a half hours with a break for nibbles. They’d started by using a model agency to provide the models but one evening the model had failed to show. I was shocked when demur shy Sarah told me she had stepped up to the plate and stood in. Tim was alright with it as they needed the money – and it occurred to them that they were spending an awful lot on models. Not only that but the tips the models received was more than they were charging for use of the barn. So now Sarah did all the modelling. But there was a shoot booked for this Saturday evening. Tonight. Bruised face, two broken ribs and an arm in a sling wasn’t, she thought, what would appeal to the punters. So her request …. Would I help by standing in for her? I tried every excuse, no clothes, not pretty enough, never done anything like it before, too nervous, too shy, tits too small, boys bottom. But she was able to counter every excuse, she had clothes and clearly they would fit me, she told me I was way prettier than her (yeah, right!), first time for everything after all she’d never done it before she stood in for the absentee model, nervous and shy was good, tits and bottoms identical to hers. The afternoon was spent with me trying on various outfits cowgirl with chaps, maid, school girl, nurse, secretary. There was more but I’d had enough – I only needed four different outfits, I excluded the nurses’ uniform on principle as a fully qualified nurse myself. As I made sandwiches with butterflies churning in my tummy Sarah talked me through what was expected. To be honest I didn’t take much of it in. Six o’clock arrived and I went up for a bath, washed and shaved I chose the secretary attire feeling most dressed and secure in it. Make up on, hair brushed and tied back, black rimmed specs (with clear glass) I went down to the kitchen. Sarah was leaning on the AGA eating crisps and with a glass of wine on the go. She offered me, I took the wine but not the crisps. Tim came in and between them they told me how good I looked and how all would be well. Cars started pulling in to the farm yard. God I was scared as the moment of truth came ever closer. Male voices, laughter, Tim led them over to the barn. More and more arrived, equipment carried in, lights set up suddenly shone out of the doors brighter than the sunny day that had passed now dulling but light as the evening drew on. I took a deep breath and started out for the Barn ….. I walked in to the Barn, crowded, raucous laughter and the men parted to let me through to the front beneath the lights where the props were all set up. Silence descended. The heels on Sarah’s shoes were more than I was used to and walking wasn’t made easier by my nerves. I felt as though I was glowing bright red from embarrassment. I felt sick. The desk was fully illuminated, the chair behind it a big leather executive chair, the screen behind strung from the rafters a massive canvass of the New York skyline from some high rise. The routine started, I pulled the above knee black skirt up my thighs and put my legs crossed on the table, chewing a pencil looking over the rims of my fake specs at the crowded men behind their camera. Some looked like serious photographers but most were here just to see some flesh. I stood up and walked to the front of the desk, hoicked the skirt up and leant right across it, legs apart, black stockings with red tops on display as were my tiny brief panties and red suspenders. Pouting with finger on highly glossed lips I looked tantalisingly over my shoulder. As I stood, I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, the lights were hot, the men silent. I turned and sat on the desk, looking individuals in the eye removed the jacket and threw it to the floor. Camera shutters clicking regularly and fast. I was starting to enjoy the attention as I undid the buttons on my blouse. I slipped it off my shoulders now confident of making eye contact, stood and turned my back as I undid the red bra and let it slide down my arms. Before turning around I tweaked my nipples and slid back on the desk, propped on one elbow, legs together. Then legs apart. I was feeling horny. I lay on my back, one leg raised and slipped a hand down my panties and started to play with myself. I was supposed to be pretending for the cameras but I felt intoxicated by the power I wielded over these men. Finger on my swollen clit, eyes closed I caught myself moaning out loud and stopped myself from coming. Slipping off my panties was a bit of a struggle, the gusset sticking to the wet lips of my pussy. A few open leg poses on the desk, a round of applause and I was off to get changed. Sarah and Tim in the kitchen asked how the first routine had gone – I simple said OK. School girl next and I started nervously again but soon relaxed into the routine Sarah and I had rehearsed. Likewise the naughty maid outfit. Then the break for sandwiches and wine. I asked Sarah why break three quarters of the way through? She explained and I nodded, not sure but thinking I was alright with it. Cowgirl was the last costume. Suede tasselled waistcoat and chaps, white cowboy boots with matching hat, shiny white bikini bottoms. Here an old school gym vaulting horse had been set up. I was slightly put off by seeing not only Sarah at the back of the crowd but Tim, grinning from ear to ear! Tim came to the front just as was about to leave for some of my own clothes in the house. He took my arm and addressed the crowd. “Gentlemen, a big thank you to Linda who’s been a great sport and a lovely model for you all this evening.” He removed my hat and held it out “So any and all tips gratefully received on your way out once we’ve had the chance of a few photos of anyone singly or in groups with Linda”. I felt a bit silly in nothing but chaps and boots but up they came some singly some in groups. As the second group of five surrounded me I felt a hand on my bottom. They weren’t supposed to touch. The hand caressed and delved deeper, stroking the lips of my pussy, twirling round my poo chute making me aroused. Chaps either side of me I had my arms over their shoulders, one of them with folded arms extended a finger and was stroking my right nipple. To be honest didn’t mind. All these snaps were taken, my hat full to overflowing with paper money I was delighted and relieved. Tim was laughing and chatting with a small group of maybe half a dozen. I could hear cars starting up and driving away, then saw Sarah coming toward me with a brief case. “Is that for the tips?” I asked, attempting a joke. While Sarah explained Tim was closing the Barn doors. The five he had been talking to remained looking steadfastly toward Sarah and myself. Sarah had said she did it and Tim was cool with it – so though you’d be cool with it too. But the choice was mine as to whether to leave now or stay. Yes I was horny but that’s not why I stayed. I loved the attention and the feeling of power. Madonna once said “Pussy rules the world” and in that moment I could not have agreed more. Of the five, three I could fancy if I saw them on a night out. Two not, both older, one bald one grey, both overweight. Right then I didn’t care, they could do with me what they wanted, I pretended that I had no choice so I wasn’t being an unfaithful wife nor a slut. I saw them starting to put their cameras and tripods away, jackets and ties were coming off. A younger bloke, a bit older perhaps than me came over and took me in his arms and we started kissing. After a good snog, he turned me around and my chaps were coming off as one of the older guys started kissing my breast then someone else the other breast, old boy had his cock in his hand, wanking furiously, I felt him shoot on my leg. Young guy behind me pushed down on my shoulders and I was on my knees, three cocks out and bobbing in my face. Without question I took one in my mouth, short and thick, uncut and I went to work on it. It’s owner was reaching down to one of my boobs and firmly mauling it, actually hurting as he shot into my mouth, cum dribbling down my chin, I’m then onto the next cock in line. Longer and thinner than the last, he held my head and started pushing his rod down my throat, I gagged which he seemed to enjoy more than me. Saliva and spunk dribbling out of my mouth and down my chest. I backed off and wanking him off, he shot his load all over my perky breasts. Young guy behind stood me up and bent me forward, propped against the gym horse. He kicked my legs apart and I felt him push his hammer inside my soaking pussy. With each thrust he was talking dirty, calling me all sorts of names and using the c word to describe my pussy. God I was wet, the squelching noises his cock was forcing from me was weirdly delicious. A head appeared beneath the horse and between my legs, his mouth attempting to lick my clit but there wasn’t room, so he fingered me instead. Soon I was moaning and bucking like a bronco as I came in a tidal wave which triggered young chap. I felt his spunk hit me inside like an avalanche. I turned around, panting from the exertions and baldy was there with little cock in hand, the man who’d kindly brought me off by hand I felt duty bound to reciprocate. He latched on to one of my spunk covered boobs, hand straight to my wet pussy now dripping with my cum and young chaps spunk, fingers deep inside me whilst I handled his four inches. He pulled back just before the moment, looking at me, my boobs, face and pussy as I continued to slowly pull him off. His cock spat voluminously at my lower belly, dribbling down through my narrow band of trimmed pubes onto my pussy. By the time it got there it was cold and sticky. Covered in wet and drying spunk I walked back through the kitchen naked but for the cowboy boots, up the stairs and straight to the bathroom. Bath run, steaming as I climbed in, Sarah came in and we talked. The brief case contained some toys, the last session was designed to be no more than a bit ruder than the main session, it wasn’t meant to turn into a gang bang. Laughing she suggested Tim had missed out, but I told her she could take care of him with her one good hand. I said I couldn’t do it regularly and never for money - she pointed out the money was simply rental of the barn and props – but that I had enjoyed the experience. It had also done wonders for my confidence and self-esteem. The tips were donated to Tim and Sarah for the farm upkeep. Little did I realise it would have liberated you my darling husband such that you could tell me your only fantasy was and is to share me with other men.