So we continued dating on a casual basis. I wasn’t sure but had a feeling there were other men but tried to blank that out as fucking V regularly outweighed anything else.

One Saturday afternoon, me and a couple of pals took a taxi out to a fairly remote country pub. It was popular and always busy. As we arrived, I noticed a couple walking through the car park. On a second glance I saw that it was V. They were clearly ‘together’ and he opened the door of his Range Rover and she climbed in. He was a tall, well dressed good looking guy. A pang of jealousy hit and I remember watching, as she leaned across and kissed him just before driving off.

I was distant all afternoon, thoughts of where they were going and what they would be doing raced in and out of my mind. Of course, I imagined the worst, her in his bed, thighs apart giving her body to him. This was a turning point and I knew that I either needed to close this chapter or open a new one, just me and her. I was expecting her to visit the next day so it was time.

Sunday evening arrived and I had made a special effort, nice food and some champagne and strawberries. I had told her to ‘dress for dinner’ and when she arrived it was far from disappointing. A relatively tight fitting black silky dress and high heels. As she sat up to a bar stool her dress rose up to reveal a glimpse of stocking top and thigh.

She poured some wine and we chatted as I cooked. Soft music in the background. Never played games but asked casually what she got up to yesterday. ‘Oh. Nothing really just caught up with laundry and stuff’. Hmmm.

We had dinner and the wine and champagne was flowing, maybe a bit too much. We were in good spirits. It was time. V went to the bathroom and returned with a fresh coat of lipstick. We always danced after a few drinks and with her head resting on my shoulder I whispered, ‘So who was the guy you were with yesterday?’

Feeling her tense up she pushed herself away. It did not go down well. An argument started (our first). Not worth revisiting here. Half an hour later she had calmed down and we could speak as adults. We sat on the sofa together and she listened as I explained my feelings for her and that I wanted us to become an exclusive couple. It was becoming too hard to carry on as we were.  V was quiet but attentive and eventually said that yes maybe we could give it a go. Saying no more, we kissed and before long she had torn my shirt off and her dress, bra and knickers were scattered across the floor. I sat back on the sofa as V climbed on board and guided me inside her. With black nylon stockings rubbing against my legs, and squeezing her lovely round ass, she moved her hips and bounced up and down until dropping herself one final time and shaking with an intense orgasm which also set me off. We spent the next couple of hours fucking in bed.     

With alcohol still in her system V could have a loose tongue and as we were now a ‘couple’ so to speak and needing reassurance, regardless of what has been, what was going on with her now? So the day before it was a guy who was single but had 2 children from a previous relationship. She had been on a few dates with him and nothing had happened before but full disclosure she had slept with him last night at her house and he stayed until lunchtime today. Ah so a morning of sex too? ‘Well If you must know then yes’. You have to admire her honesty and I did ask so that was on me.

Plucking up courage, I asked if she was aware that her and her flatmate (Becky*) were known as ‘Bed and Breakfast’. She wasn’t and wanted to know more about that and I said that it was obvious why. V was horrified and went on the defence. ‘She is much worse than me’ I cant believe it!’

*not her real name

Also, there was a rumour about a group of rugby players going back to your place so is there any truth in that? V noticeably blushed and didn’t want to talk about that but after a bit of pushing I promised I would never mention it again if she told me (That promise has been broken many times since!

Its not something I am proud of, so don’t be mad or judgemental she said.  So, her and Becky had got chatting to them in a pub and were drinking heavily. Becky invited them back for a ‘party’ after the pub closed and there was 7 or 8 of them. As it got late, some of them drifted away and until there were 4 left in the house. All quite young, early 20’s but big and strong. V admitted she did like one of them in particular and they were alone in the kitchen together for quite a while talking and dancing around. They were all very drunk. V went to check on the others and the music was quite loud and Becky was with the other 3. They were all in a state of undress and were playing spin the bottle. They badgered V to join in and she finally gave in. The other guy then joined them from the kitchen.  Before long they were all down to their underwear. Then the dares started.  Down a glass of vodka and stuff like that, then more extreme as V & Becky were dared to kiss each other. So, there they were in their knickers and bras kneeling on the carpet facing each other. The boys were stood in a circle and encouraging them. They had one long kiss. Then things started to happen.

At this point V didn’t want to say anymore and just said to use my imagination. For some reason I wanted details and she finally caved and told me the rest.

One guy stepped forward and dared Becky to rub his cock. As she did, he became hard and she pulled his boxers down and started to give him a blow job. V was still on the floor next to her. Becky said something like ‘help me out’ so she joined in and they both took turns sucking his cock. The other 3 were then suddenly naked and prodding their hard dicks toward the two girls. Becky moved onto the next one, and the next one. V followed her lead and they both sucked all 4 of them at one point or another. Becky then got up and took two of them by the hand and left for the bedroom leaving V with the other two. One of them started to kiss her and then picked her up and carried her upstairs. Becky’s bedroom door was open and as they passed along the landing, looked in on them. She was on all fours with a cock in each end on her single bed. V just said she went with it from then on in.

So she went to bed with the guy and his friend arrived shortly afterwards. It wasn’t something she had done before but basically it turned into a full throttle threesome. She didn’t want to go into details so I made it easier just said ‘nod or shake your head’ to some questions.

Did you suck them both again? Nod

Did they both have big cocks? Nod

Did they both give you oral sex? Nod

At the same time? Nod

Did they both fuck you? Nod 

Did they spitroast you? Nod

Did you cum? Nod

More than once? Nod

Did they Cum? Nod

More than once? Nod

Did you let them cum inside you? Nod

And in your mouth? Delayed Nod

Did they fuck you at the same time? Shake

Did they use condoms? Shake

Did you let them have anal sex with you? Shake

Did they try? Nod

After they were done, they left her in bed alone and went downstairs. She said she was quite relieved to hear the front door open and then close behind them.

She had a room with an ensuite and went there to sort herself out (her words). When she climbed back into bed, her door opened and it was the guy she had been talking to in the kitchen, the one she liked. He had just been with Becky who only had and asked if could he join V as she had a kingsize bed as the other two were asleep now. I asked if anything happened and she said not straight away no. So something did then?

V said they went to sleep and it was during the night she woke up and was drowsy but he had put his arm around her and was gently kissing her neck from behind. She didn’t need to go any further. Can I assume that you fucked him too. She nodded meekly. It just happened, he was the one that I liked. She woke up the next morning with a hangover to the sound of Becky going at it through the wall. V’s lover was still in bed with her and did she have a ‘good morning’ fuck with him? Another nod confirmed that she did.

Feeling a mixture of emotions, and parting her thighs we started round 4 of the night. As we fucked I probed some more. ‘So have you and Becky ever got it on? Once, she said breathlessly, just once, a while ago’. The image of them together was too much and within seconds I was emptying into her again.

V lay silently on my chest, and I wanted to continue to get more from her about her past. She didn’t regard herself as bisexual but had dabbled a bit at University and the one time with Becky.

We fell asleep and woke the next day as a bona fide couple. How we got to where we are today in the next instalment……