In our early days together we found it hard to think of anything other than sex. My now wife had divorced and I was separated. The eighties were in full swing in every sense. This occurred one weekend, the circumstances being as described. I had been friendly with my local's landlord and lady ever since they moved into the pub close to the riverside in York. Discretion prevents me from disclosing or even naming the pub but rest assured this is gospel. It was a year or so after becoming almost brothers, I regularly helped clear away glasses and even got to change barrels after being shown by the landlord how to do it best, keeping the cellar spotlessly clean. He was regimental in his approach and took great pride in getting the very best beer out of his pumps. If he was alive today he would have loved the craft system at any time over the chemical mass manufactured rubbish the big boys dish out. However the story concerns a weekend away organised by the regulars to France (booze cruise). A party of fifty were going, landlord and lady plus son. The problem was who would look after the pub in their three day absence. I lived not far away and discussed this with my girl friend who was experienced in catering in pubs and we volunteered ourselves as solvers of the conundrum. To say they were pleased did not fit the description. Dave (not real name of course) took me under his wing to make sure the refinements were known and would be adhered to plus a barman would be there plus other staff for the kitchen. I loved the idea of having a pub for the weekend and having a bit of muscle in one of the regulars who could not join the trippers. Friday early morning the bus set off and Liz and I were in charge until Monday morning at a similarly ridiculous hour. Opening time was brisk and I soon had a house full with it being the weekend, a happy band of lunchtimers and then close for the afternoon and clean round, ashtrays etc, check barrels and prepare a couple for changing the next morning. Racked up and ready to go, we sat with a cup of tea and soon the clock beckoned us back downstairs for the early doors punters. Of course all went well and after paying the staff their packets, cashing up cleaning round and settling down, it was after midnight when I finished in the cellar. Liz was asleep when I climbed into bed and zonked out. On the Saturday there were some stag parties about (not as many as nowadays and more sedate then). It was just before closing for the afternoon and I had taken over bar duties when a couple of guys came in and asked for a drink. I suggested they drank them quickly as time had already been called. They promised to sup quickly then Liz came through from the kitchen and their eyes lit up. Both of them were looking her up and down as they stood at the bar. Liz asked for a half of lager and went round to the front of house and sat on a bar stool. She always wore a skirt and today she had stockings on as they were cooler and more practical than tights. Her top was v necked black and her breasts gave them a promising view of a sexy body. Now I should say that even in our early days I had discussed with her that I wanted her to have fun with other guys because I had that sort of outlook. Call it weird or a fetish, whatever I don't care, it is just a fact that I wanted her fucked by other guys and made no bones about it. I gave her the look as she spoke to the lads, the last people in the pub except us. They were chatting her up unashamedly. I went through to the back room and checked the toilets and asked her to check the ladies. She came through and I just said 'What do you think?' 'Ok' she simply replied then said 'what are you going to do?'. I replied 'I will come through then make an excuse and go out as if to get something. I will drop the keys on the bartop as I go, OK?' She smiled and said to stay out of the way. She rejoined the two and I am pretty certain she must have flashed her stockings, probably as she regained the bar stool. I hung about and the conversation was quieter, a bit of laughter and banter as they got more friendly. I could see into the bar through a small pane of glass in the door at eye height, the lights in the corridor were out so I was invisible. I saw they were now very close and the braver one moved in and kissed her. I knew she would respond and it must have become a tongues snog because it was on for a fair while and my cock had decided all was good. When they parted I re-entered the bar and said I needed to go to cash and carry and would she let the boys out and lock the front door. We always left the side lights on as Dave said it always looked welcoming. Good lad Dave, it meant I would see a lot more than if they were not on. So I whistled as I reached the back door, opened and locked it but remained inside, then doubled back to my hidey hole where Liz was back in snogging mode and his mate was warming her up, standing behind her and squeezing her breasts ringing murmurs of contentment. The cat was getting the cream soon and she was in heaven, two cocks, the first time for me without me being one of the lucky guys. Pretty soon I realised that she was also being fingered but of course the bar prevented me from seeing what they could. However the top half was visible and her shirt was being undone and removed and her bra was revealed, black and full. She was moaning and kissing, her hands out of sight but no doubt busy. The guy behind her was now undoing her bra and it fell away and he had his hands on her glorious breasts, the nipples betraying her consent to this liaison, hard and looking beautiful. She broke away and picked up the keys then crossed to the door and checked it was locked. She turned back to the bar and as she stood there she quickly unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it. I knew she was wanting to give me a thrill as well as her two guys who were now homing in on her as the traffic rumbled past and into town a few yards the other side of the door. The one who had been playing with her breasts had undone his jeans and they both crossed the floor to her as she cleared a table of beer mats and ash trays and eased her bum onto the edge, her thighs and long legs looking fantastic, the picture in my mind is as clear now as on that day. The one who had been kissing her took her tiny thong down and fingered her willing cunt. She was kissing him again and he undid his jeans too with his free hand. She helped push them over his bum and then she said she needed to see her prizes and tugged their jeans down and took a cock in each hand, wanking them gently as she kissed one and then the other. She moved away as one of them produced a stool and sat her down, offering his cock to her lips, she took it and swallowed his cock down making him sigh contentedly. I had started wanking now, my lovely lady about to be fucked by two lucky guys, the eighties were so brilliant, it seemed everybody was in the know and wanting as much sex as they could get (pre Aids scare). That she was going to be barebacked was second nature as she was on birth control and hated condoms anyway. Both guys stripped naked and had her suck them and they both also licked her open cunt as she lay back on the table. Her pussy was bushy then, but she was just starting to trim it shorter but not shaving. She looked like a man eater as she stared at their cocks, as if choosing which one to take first. She took the breast caresser first and he entered her easily and fucked her while she sucked his mate. Then the beauty of the day (so far), the other one suggested they both fuck her at the same time, two cocks in her cunt. Brilliant, I had never seen this before, I just wished I had a ca,era, but in those days we did not have such things to hand like now. Anyway, as it was a bit dodgy on the table, they lay, one guy on the bench seating, Liz sat on him and got it inside and then she lay back while the other guy tried to mount her. It was bit of a disaster as the bench was too slim, so they repaired to the floor and repeated the entering with much more success when they did her doggy style, Liz now facing down and being fucked from behind by the guy on top, a much more satisfactory solution. They fucked for ages, I had been watching for almost half an hour and seen plenty of swapping positions before she finished being fucked again doggy style while she sucked the other off, double ended spunk filling her up. I had a lovely come, streaking the back of the door, wiping it off as soon as I could. They all lay well satisfied and eventually dressing, well the lads did while she remained in her stockings and suspenders, letting them go out a side door as they asked if they could have a repeat that night as they were staying at a hotel very near. She asked if they would like her to visit their hotel bedroom if they preferred and they arranged to call back in and have a meal, then stay until she got off for the evening. Which was the second part of the story