Follows on from my visit to the bookshop and an encounter in an alley. When I checked my watch I was amazed that it was only an hour and a half since we left the pub. We took a taxi over to the Digbeth side of town and went into a little pub just getting busy with Friday early finishers. While Gary went to the bar I found the ladies for a bit of repair work. My dress being the sort of material that recovers well, looked ok., as did my stockings, but I needed a bit of a clean up in the active areas shall we say. A few wet wipes later, a comb through the hair, and the re application of the poppy lipstick and I was more than ready for another couple of red wines and whatever may come my way. As I found my way back to my husband I wondered what his thoughts were now. I knew he was turned on by events so far but would he want to continue. I felt I was up for anything just now and would be really disappointed if we went home. It wasn't easy in the crowded pub to discuss the afternoon in detail, but suffice to say it seemed my husband had enjoyed the sight of me prostituting myself in the alley. In truth while the Asian man had by any standards given me a good time I think it was the sordid situation which had really got me going and which now I wanted to explore further.I suggested perhaps we should return to the bookshop where we had started the afternoon. The idea of giving myself to the two flabby unkempt storekeepers now seemed repulsively appealing as I imagined them exacting their revenge for my earlier teasing. Gary liked the idea but thought things might not work out as we imagine and it would be better to leave things to chance, after all so far, he said 'I've no complaints'. He did suggest that it would be more interesting, if it appeared that I was alone to anyone we may encounter. Their reactions would, he said, not be constrained by concern about a husband.. I was happy with that as long as he stayed in close proximity. We agreed to visit another sex shop which he said was just round the corner from the pub. He left first so that he could be there when I entered the shop alone. The shop was less than two hundred yards from the pub. It looked even more tatty than the earlier one we visited, with boarded up windows and a shabby name board proclaiming 'Adult book exchange'. Once through the obligatory bead curtain however, the scene was much the same, shelves and racks of mags and videos everywhere.Unlike the other shop this did not stretch back in one long room but comprised of several small adjoining rooms seemingly devoted to differing sexual appetites. A section devoted to gays, the same for lesbians bondage freaks and so on. As I entered the main lobby of the shop a buzzer sounded to warn the counter staff of a customer. There were quite a few men in at this time and they all briefly looked up from their perusals to check the latest entrant. If they were surprised to see a woman it didn't show and the man at the counter just nodded to acknowledge he had seen me, as he would to any other customer. I couldn't see Gary, he was probably in one of the smaller rooms out of my line of sight. Moving around the store picking up videos and mags I became aware that a lot of the men were uncomfortable if I stood near them, and didn't want me to see what they were thinking of buying. If I stayed by them they would move away. Strange, in a place full of images of good looking women with their every orifice stuffed with cocks or other objects that men should be still embarrassed by the presence of a real women.Catching a glimpse of Gary in the far room I approached the counter and asked to see the vibrators. Unlike the previous experience this transaction was almost clinical, not what I wanted at all. The assistant showed me a number including the one we had tried before. I decided to buy it. To my amusement it cost me more than I'd charged the Asian guy for a shag.'You are a cheap tart' I thought. Since entering the shop not one man had spoken to me or even looked me in the eye, but as I carried my purchase from the counter a short stocky black man touched my arm and said.'If its black dick you want?' pointing at my parcel ' I've got the real deal and the biggest in Brum.' He laughed and turned back to the video he was looking at. I smiled a coy smile back 'I'll keep it in mind you never know your luck'. Returning to a room at the far end of the shop I discovered rails of costumes. PVC, nurses outfits and the like. A couple of men were examining them and I too began to flick through the display.Selecting a white PVC dress I looked around for a changing room. There was a door with yet another beaded curtain marked 'staff only' but other wise nothing. Enquiring at the counter I was told they didn't have a changing room as mostly the items were purchased by men for their partners, but that if I wished I could use the room behind the curtain. On checking it out it was no more than a broom cupboard full of junk. Luckily there was an old stool which I could put my dress on.The little room was now occupied by three or four men supposedly surveying the clothing but who I suspect had heard my request to try on the clothes. A tall, paunchy chap in a faded suit stood near the curtained doorway. His florid face and pudding basin haircut would have made him a good Friar Tuck. 'Excuse me' I asked ' I want to try this dress on. Would you mind making sure no one comes through here for a minute' 'No problem' he answered smiling. Slipping through the curtain I moved a few items to give me enough space then began to take my dress off. I could see clearly into the main room and was sure the curtain offered little obstruction the other way. The pvc number was to big. I took it off and tapped the shoulder of my 'security' man through the curtain. Like a gent, he had had his back to me. Handing him the dress I asked if he could find me the next size down.Clearly taking in my complete nakedness apart from stockings and suspenders, he was all enthusiasm and in seconds passed back the required size. This time he remained facing the doorway watching me struggle into the dress. I emerged from the cupboard, the dress clung tightly barely reaching my stocking tops. I was unable to pull up the zip so demanded another favour from the man, who happily obliged. 'What do you think? Do you think it will get my husband going? He said it turned him on so he thought it probably would. Then he suggested he could find me something to try on as an alternative. While I was waiting I took off the PVC outfit and stood in the cupboard. There was a steady passage of men across the entrance all pausing to take a peek.One cheeky sod even pretended to walk in, opening the bead strands to have a proper look, then saying sorry.My man returned handing me an outfit which seemed more straps and buckles than material.'Try this' he gasped 'I've only ever seen it on women in bondage mags but never in the flesh' He seemed really excited and to be fair I was getting a bit that way, so I agreed.It quickly became clear that it was impossible to put on without help. 'You'll have to fasten these straps for me' I whispered though the curtain.The outfit was black PVC and leather. At the front two hole were cut out through which my breasts protruded then it continued shaped up under the neck and finished with a mask over the face with an only hole giving access to the mouth.The lower half was a sort of hot pants affair with strategic holes for cunt or arse. All this was held together with straps and buckles down the back and the final touch was a dog lead from the collar round the neck. He stood behind me in the doorway feverishly fastening buckles and muttering about how sexy I was and how he'd like to fill my mouth with spunk and fuck my arse.I felt a tug on the lead and followed my man into the shop. I sensed there were now quite a few men in that small room, as was Gary I learned later.My self appointed master began to pull me around the room between the lines of muttering incredulous men. My heart pounded with nervous excitement.I couldn't help but imagine how I looked to those men with my breasts forced through the tight apertures, my nipples engorged and my cunt lips clearly visible.He enjoined them to touch me to feel how beautiful I was, and they did.Twice he stopped and made me bend over so they could see how my cunt pushed trough the PVC holes. Their hands were everywhere, in my mouth, fondling my breasts, and probing my cunt and bottom.Then, just as I began expect that he would invite some of the to use my exposed orifices, I heard him say, 'ok gents shows over' and he led me back to the cubicle. 'Did you enjoy that' he asked. I said I had even though I was a little scared being blindfolded ' Will you suck my cock' Kneeling down I found his engorged member already in front of my face.It was short and fat and I had to open my mouth wide. His trousers had a faint whiff of stale piss or maybe spunk.Maybe it was wearing the mask but every thing sounded and smelt more acutely. He held my head firmly and rapidly slid his cock in and out of my face and erupted in my mouth without warning. I swallowed the vaguely acrid spunk. Just at this moment the store owner pulled back the curtain.'This is not a fucking knocking shop, so you two can pay for the outfit and fuck off'.he bellowed, and returned to the counter. My partner in the show, for apparently it was the cluster of men round the doorway watching which had drawn the storemans attention, began to unfasten the buckles. Pausing at my crotch he slid two fingers into my vagina I gave an involuntary shudder. 'You're not ready yet to quit playing games are you?' he whispered.'Would you like me to organise you a little more fun' As I replaced my dress I asked him what he had in mind.Secretly, I didn't want to be whisked away someplace Gary couldn't follow and keep an eye on me, both for his benefit and my security. As we went to the counter, he told me of an adult cinema close by where perhaps we might have fun. Gary stood looking at a book near the counter and mouthed 'Are you ok?' I nodded and signalled he should follow us. We walked my new accomplice and I through the now almost deserted industrial backstreets.He was not the most prepossessing of companions but clearly confident. As I said before he was a bit over weight enough to make his shirt work out of his trousers,flapping loosely above his belt, and he walked with a curious rolling waddle both feet splayed. Even so I had to trip alongside of him sprightly to keep up. It was still sunny but in the shadows of the buildings it began to feel a little cool. Arriving in a street bordered by an elevated railway line, David, that's what he said he was called,announced 'Here we are'. In the archway of the rail-bridge was the entrance to the cinema. He paid the admission as he had in fact paid for the costume though I had not said I would ever wear it again for him or anyone else.Guiding me into the cinema he selected seats on the end of a row about halfway down. It was very dark and difficult to see if there were any other people there. On the screen a very attractive blond was sucking enthusiastically on a big black cock while an equally endowed white man was shoving his cock up her arse. David lost no time in getting going. He began to kiss me declaring he could taste his spunk on my mouth. Pulling up my dress he eased it up and over my shoulders, draping it over the seat in front of him. I was sitting naked in the cinema.Looking round as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I could see there were a few people in and all men as far as I could make out. My companion began kiss my breasts and to stroke my cunt instructing me put my feet up and wide on the back of the seats in front.Someone made their way from the other end of the row and sat down next to me. It looked like the black guy I had spoken to earlier in the shop but I wasn't sure.Sliding out of his seat he dropped under my legs and pushing Davids hand away began to lick me out.Clearly there was no protocol here, I was on display and available to whoever had the initiative to take advantage. I offered no resistance and whether it was because I was as horny as a stoat because of the intense activity, I don't know, but I began to come almost immediately in buckets, spraying the shirt of the guy who's tongue was doing such a good job. Meanwhile David had stood up, dropped his trousers and was again feeding his dick into my mouth. From behind me another set of hands were caressing my breasts and tweaking my nipples.The cock in my mouth began to spurt and David pulled it out to splatter my face. My hands were on the bald head of the guy between my legs as his tongue continued to tease the walls of my fanny. Lifting his head he told me to kneel up on the seat. It was the black guy from the shop. I did as he said then reached round to encounter a very big dick. Guiding it to my hole I released him and despite its obvious length and girth, it slid in up to his balls, easily. As he began to pound my cunt I held onto the seat. The young man behind who had been massaging my breasts offered his cock to my mouth and I took it eagerly. I sucked on it like a school kid with a lolly. He shot his load into my mouth in what seemed like seconds. Whereupon the guy sitting two seats up shuffled over and filled my empty mouth with his dick. The sensation in my cunt began to build again and as the guy pulled out of my mouth to jet his stuff all over my face I began to orgasm again. My black lover too reached his climax and held me tight as his cock pulsated its white cream inside me. For a few moments no one moved and I realised David was missing.Then suddenly he reappeared. The black guy pulled his long, now softening dick from me and David resumed massaging my cunt and bottom. I realised he was spreading some cream on and in me as he began to push his fingers into my arse as well as my cunt stretching out my tight hole gently but firmly. Another black guy was now sitting in front of my face pulling on a very respectable cock. Reaching out I pulled his dick to my lips and once again began to suck off a strangers penis. Without warning Davids penis entered my sloppy cunt. It slid up and down a couple of times wallowing in the sperm of the previous donor. Then he pulled out and placed it against my anus. As he pushed I pushed back opening my ring as though about to shit. Abruptly it slid in and he started to fuck my arse properly.The black guy I was sucking had been joined by a friend so I was now sucking them in turn. David began to shout that he was going to come up my bum .I shouted not to stop as I was about to climax as well.The two guys facing me began to jerk their cocks in rhythm with my movements and ejaculated almost simultaneously over my face neck and breasts.He shot his load up my arse and pulled out.I turned begging 'someone finish me off, somebody fuck my arse'. Some white guy already had his cock out and was quickly in me. He held me gently while he pounded in and out for the few seconds it took. He lowered me down as I collapsed into the seat.As I lay there stupefied, a guy came up parted my legs got his dick into me and fucked away to a climax,While he did so two others jerked off and added their jism to that I was already spattered with. I hadn't the energy to encourage them or complain. I was vaguely aware of someone putting my dress back on and kissing me in a familiar gentle way.It was of course Gary. He too was sated and according to him had had the pleasure of me during this episode. We exchanged a couple of phone numbers said goodbye to David and the huge black guy and left to find a taxi home. We have plenty of memories now to fuel our sex life for some time to come, but I wonder if having tasted and enjoyed the seedy side of sex we will be able to keep away from it. After all In my handbag I have an invitation to do a bit of business if I should ever fancy earning a bit on the side.