Thinking about an incident in our local hotel lounge bar the other day, when john had been playing with me a little, my shortush skirt pushed up somewhat, opaque stockings on show and a guy opposite taking pictures on his phone, thinking he was being discrete. It took me back a few years, when we were in a members club which we attended regularly, in fact I was on the committee.

It was late evening , John had been playing with me as he often does , he likes to put his hand between my thighs and thus force my skirt to ride up, often showing a least one stocking top as it did on this occasion.

Anyway, he was invited to go and play snooker. I was left by myself in a booth, it was I suppose an old fashioned place by modern standards. I took my phone out and opened up facebook, now forgetfully I had not pulled my skirt back down properly. This it seemed had not gone down well with two older female members sat opposite, who it turned out had seen John earlier with me.

They knew who I was, we had crossed swords a few times in meetings and because I always dressed well, compared to others, there thought I was stuck up and full of myself.

It was quiet where the 3 of us were sitting although the music was loud, too loud I thought. I had been on facebook for about 10 minutes,and looking over the top of the phone; I could see them glowering at me and talking with each other.

Suddenly they were in the booth in front of me, calling me a tart, a slut, I needed bringing down a peg or two, showing myself off. The louder of the two, saying if I was going to display the goods I should do it properly. Together they reached around the table, grasping my skirt and wrenching it up over my bum, until it was tightly bunched around my waist, now they had a full view of my wine coloured opaque stockings, suspenders and what I think are pretty sheer black knickers with a bronze panel hiding my pussy. I shouted back at them what the hell did they think they were doing, once again the louder one saying seeing what tart wears underneath. Now they were having fun, the older one commenting on my knickers and suggesting that her granddaughter would like them. I think I said something like go to hell, which just triggered them further, together they had my knickers down to my knees in seconds despite my struggles, a few seconds more and they were at my ankles , being deftly pulled over my heeled ankle boots .

There I was was in front of the two grinning bullies, now knickerless, my pussy exposed, and my bum cheeks on the cold plastic seating. John was oblivious to my predicament at the other end of the building.

Now I am no saint, and have had sexual encounters during our marriage, and odd things do turn me on sometimes, this was one of them, I could feel myself getting wet, in fact a little pool was forming under me on the seat.

The women moved back to their booth, clutching my knickers like a trophy.After a few minutes to compose myself. I stood and walked over to them; I said they had made their point and please could I have my knickers back, they both grinned, but the louder one reached over the table and grasped my hands as if making friends, what I didnt know, was that her male drinking partner had got drinks at the bar and was bringing them over for them.

As I heard him approach, she pulled me towards her, making me lean slightly over the table, and making my skirt lift at the back, obviously exposing my knickerless bum and unprotected pussy.

This didnt escape the attention of her partner, he placed the drinks on the table and the next thing I felt were his fingers running down my bum cheeks, stopping at my pussy lips, where two fingers rapidly found their way into me, to my acute embarrassment I began to wriggle on his fingers, he obviously felt my wetness. I think I might even have moaned a little, which made them all laugh.

Things moved on quickly, the loud woman I recall saying she needs a proper seeing two before her husband comes back, she released my hands, but I was still impaled on his fingers, he virtually frog marched me into the ladies toilet which was at our end of the club, my heels clattering on the wood floor. I recall seeing the women talking to others, laughing and showing them my knickers.

I knew I was going to be fucked, I was aroused and excited even though I knew I shouldnt be, leaning over the toilet in the cubicle while his cock pounded away at my pussy was surreal.

I had a massive orgasm, as he did, pulsing into my pussy for what seemed ages.

Leaving me there he walked out. I cleaned up as much as I could with tissues, but his cum was on my wine stockings and stood out clearly. Walking back out into the club, the women had been busy, I think everyone except john knew I had been fucked comprehensively. Just to rub it in the louder woman still had my knickers and waved them at me.

The final humiliation was as John and I were walking past the bar on the way out, the bar lady calling john over and saying your wife forgot these as she handed him my knickers