I've done it! I grin, standing on the scales. I'm back to my ideal weight, and it's only taken six weeks. It's been hard since Ken passed away eighteen months ago, and I've put on weight and lost interest in most things. My friends and work have kept me going, but it wasn't living. That changes today; I am keeping my New Year's resolution [made at Christmas] to get my life back together. I'm not sure what I will make of it yet. I'll continue working at the NHS Trust for a while, not because I need the money, I am a multi-millionaire, but because I enjoy it.

Getting off the scales, I admire myself in the mirror, and yes, I'm looking good. Boobs are firm and perky, my bum and tummy are no longer wobbly, but my legs and arms need a little more toning. But what's that between my legs? It looks like a mini forest has taken root, and I return to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, everything is clean and smooth, with just a thin snail trail of brunette hair mirroring my now visible slit. Lovely. Do I want to do anything with it? Should I return to my consultancy role with Colin? Colin cancelled my contract immediately, with no penalties, and he still stays in touch with me. However, I haven't missed it until now. No, not a sudden desire to return to being a consultant, but for sex, as a flashback to my last sexual adventure sends a shiver down my spine and into my nether regions. Those six junior soldiers!

Putting such thoughts aside, I gather my composure and prepare for the day. Today is about me; it's my fiftieth birthday. I'm celebrating by shopping for clothes this morning, having lunch with the girls from work afterwards, and relaxing this afternoon before going out with friends for dinner.

My taxi arrives promptly at nine o'clock. I don't normally drink; however, I suspect the girls might insist on a celebratory cocktail or two.

Three new outfits later, two for work and one casual, I find myself rushing to Gino's Bistro to meet the girls when I spot a beautiful lingerie set in a shop window. A black lace body-suit with a halter neck and absolutely see-through, complete with self-support stockings. It's so naughty, and reminds me of my alternate life, and it draws me in effortlessly. I pop into the shop and ask for it in my size. While waiting, I notice a mannequin wearing a black leather mini skirt, teamed with a tailored light-grey satin blouse, and ask for them too; they match the underwear so well. Making sure they can be returned if they don't fit. The underwear can't, and that's to be expected.

Gino greets me as I enter his bistro and offers to take my bags to his office for safekeeping. It will also stop the girls from peeking at my last risque purchase!

"Sorry, I'm late," I apologise.

"No problem," says Sue. "We saw why," Sue said as she nodded to Gino, carrying my bags to his office.

Gino returns minutes later, carrying a bottle of champagne.

"My compliments to the birthday girl," he beams as he proceeds to pour us all a glass, himself included.

"To Sharon on her special day," Gino toasts.

It goes straight to my head, as I knew it would, after just a few sips. Hence the taxi.

After lunch, I retrieve my bags from Gino and give him a peck on the cheek for his kindness.

Staggering to the taxi rank, my one glass of champagne had become two, then three; a car stops beside me.

"Do you want a lift? Sharon," Rob, my neighbour's son, and his friend John were in the car.

"Yes, please," I answer gaily.

Rob got out of the car, took my bags, put them in the boot, and opened the rear door for me. As I climbed into the car, it was John's dad's Range Rover; my skirt rode up, exposing my inner thigh. I quickly settle myself and pull my skirt down, noticing Rob's smile as he looks back at my face. Babbling on as we drove home, the champagne had taken its toll, talking about my shopping, not trying stuff on, and how the girls got me tipsy and all kinds of rubbish. The boys grin and nod.

Twenty minutes later, we're home. John helps me out of the car and guides me to my front door. Meanwhile, Rob gathers up the bags and follows us in.

"Thanks, lads; I'm going to have a coffee. Would you like one? I ask lazily.

"That would be great," Rob answered.

When I returned with the drinks, John and Rob were sitting on the sofa in the lounge. I'm still babbling about not trying on the clothes when Rob pipes up.

"Try them on now; if they don't fit, I'll run you back to the shops this afternoon."

"Oh, that would be great, Rob. I'll pop into the dining room and try them on," my drunken self eagerly agrees.

Obviously, not thinking straight, the dining room is adjacent to the lounge, with glazed doors.

"We'll give you an honest opinion if you want it," Rob offers as I close the doors.

I can't try on that last purchase; I'm not that drunk! However, it is the only one I haven't tried on yet. Never mind, Rob and John don't know that. So slipping off my skirt and blouse, I put on one of the work outfits, walk into the lounge, and give them a twirl to show off my attire.

"That's nice. Is it for work?" John comments.

"Yes. Does it fit all right?" I ask.

"It fits you fine, Sharon; it does hide your figure, though," Rob opines.

I return to the dining room and change into a denim skirt and a fitted T-shirt.

"That's nice; you have a lovely figure, Sharon, and that T-shirt fits beautifully," John compliments.

Rob agrees. "I've always thought so, too. Even if you do try to hide it."

I'm both shocked and pleased by their comments.

"One more, and that's it," I announce, being buoyed by the comments on my figure.

OK, time for the skirt and blouse, the one I wasn't going to put on! Yes, it fits beautifully, but it is very short, barely covering my bum cheeks. The blouse accentuates my bust and shows a lot of cleavage; well, bra, it's the wrong bra for this outfit!

As I stroll back into the lounge, their faces say it all. I've nailed it this time.

"Wow, Sharon. That is one hot body you have on display there. That outfit is killer," gasps Rob.
John nods in agreement, his eyes agog.

Their comments make me feel so good.

Rob glances at his watch.

"I've just got to pop home to put the oven on. I'll be right back," he says, and off he goes.

Drifting back into the dining room to change, feeling proud of myself. Glancing at the bags, I see only the new underwear left to try on. Well, why not? I remove my blouse and skirt, then, out of the corner of my eye, notice movement by the door. Ignoring it and continuing to undress until I'm naked, knowing John is looking. Slowly taking the lingerie from the bag and putting it on, making a big show of adjusting my breasts and positioning everything just so, and slipping the stockings over my legs.

"Last outfit," I shout, allowing John to return to his seat. This is so exciting!

Walking into the lounge, there is just John, me, and my underwear. So deliciously naughty. He's sat in the chair with his hands on his lap, grinning from ear to ear. Standing in front of him, I reach down and pull his hands away from his crotch, revealing the bulge he was trying to hide. Kneeling in front of him, I undo his trousers, slip my hand inside his shorts, and pull out his hard cock.

"No touching; just sit back and enjoy," I purr before sliding my mouth over his manhood. He grips the armchair and tenses his body as I tease, torment, and enjoy his cock.

"Whoa, what am I missing?" Rob stammers as he walks in on us.

I signal him to sit down. He does, and he gets ahead of the game by getting his cock out and ready.

Leaving John just short of cumming, I sidle over to Rob and swallow his cock too. This feels so good, even if it is so wrong. I have so missed sex!

Licking, nibbling, sucking, enjoying the feel and smell of rampant cock. This is making me so horny!

"Now my turn," I whimper, leaving Rob's cock behind and moving to the sofa.

"No touching, but you can come closer and wank over my tits," I brazenly instruct them.

Rubbing my tits over the lacy mesh is bliss. After a few minutes of self-pleasure, I lean back against the seat, opening my legs and sliding my hand over my pubic mound and slipping my fingers under the body-suit, find my little nub, and rub it. It's been so long since I have had sex of any sort, and my hips are soon humping in expectation.

The first jets of cum splashing over my breasts push me over the edge into my first orgasm since Ken died. More cum splatters over me. This is so good!

Opening my eyes as my orgasm subsides, Rob and John are looking at me, embarrassed, while stuffing their messy cocks back into their trousers.

I coyly cover myself up.

"Sorry, boys, I don't know what came over me," I stammer.

"We do," Rob says nervously, looking at my chest. "We've wanted to do that for so long. We have fancied you since we were old enough to be interested in sex."

I'm stunned; I've known Rob and John since they were five or six years old, ever since Rob's family moved in next door. John is his best friend from school. Pam, his mother, has become one of my best friends, and we have spent lots of time together around and in our swimming pool. Rob has had several birthday parties around our pool, and we gave him a key so he can get in whenever he wants. In return, Rob cut our lawn and tidied the garden for us. I never dreamt they thought of me in such a way!

"We have to go now; Mum's on the way home," Rob says.

As they leave, John shouts back.

"Happy birthday, Sharon, and thanks for the coffee."

I feel numb, confused, and exhilarated.

I realised I had broken the golden rules: don't play at home and never with anyone you know. Can I trust Rob and John? Hopefully!

I gathered my things together and noticed the business card at the bottom of one of the bags. Of course, the locksmith! I called in briefly this morning to see if he could unlock a deed box.
Ken had a locked deed box, which I had never found a key to. It's time to solve the mystery, so I return to the lounge and pick up my phone.

As the phone rings out, I get the giggles; here I am with a wet pussy and cum covered tits, about to talk to a stranger! I apologise for laughing when the phone is answered and explain my problem—making arrangements to be at the shop tomorrow at nine-thirty and apologising once more before hanging up—breaking up into giggles again on noticing the messy streaks my sticky fingers left on the phone screen.

Banging the deed box on the counter, I found it pretty heavy. The locksmith smiled at me.

"You must be Sharon, and this is the offending box. It won't take long to open—about thirty minutes, including the new key," he cheerily informs me.

"That's great; I'll grab a coffee and return shortly," I say.

On my return, I quickly looked inside the box and realised it was full of diaries—nothing exciting. That is, until I glanced at the first few pages and saw what was recorded! X-rated diaries! Ken seems to have recorded our sexual adventures! I hurriedly put it back, paid the locksmith, and drove home.

"That looks heavy, let me," Rob said from behind me.

"Oh, Rob, you made me jump," moving aside to let him pick the box out of the car.

Walking into the house, I led Rob into the office.

"Thank you, Rob. Just put it here," I indicated to the desk.

"Sharon, John, and I would like you to visit us at Uni, perhaps for Easter. We can show you around and take you for a meal. It would be our chance to thank you for all you have done for us, both in the past and more recently," he said with a silly grin.

That's the catch; I can't say no or risk them spreading stories!

"I would love to. Are your parents coming too?" I query to confirm my suspicions.

"Definitely not, just you. I wouldn't mention it to anyone else," Rob grins.

"Oh, and that sexy little outfit we last saw you in would look good at the restaurant," he quips.

"What? The underwear?" I query.

"That would be good; perhaps cover it with the skirt and blouse, though," he laughs as he lets himself out.

What have I gotten myself into?

The following weeks fly by in excitement and trepidation; I have also read Ken's diaries several times. They're hard to believe. Ken has meticulously documented all my sexual escapades, from the very first encounter with Colin to the last, just days before he died. A brief synopsis of each and the number of times I was fucked. It's a staggering number, six thousand seven hundred and twenty-four, including Ken's contributions, an average of seven times a week. Oh, and then I can add the times Ken did not know about, my dogging escapades and the times when I did not tell him the whole truth about my consulting work. I can add around 500 to that figure. How on earth did I ever get any work done? No wonder I now crave sex again! Are Rob and John the answer to my desires?


This weekend will tell, I'm packed and ready to leave for Loughborough. Everything is shaved and prepared; my more exotic clothing is packed and ready to go. I'll stop off at the Leicester services on the M1 to change and apply my makeup before arriving at Loughborough. My body tingles with excitement, though my head remains sceptical.

Rob greets me at the door as I arrive. He takes my case and leads me in.

"It's nice to see you, and you look so nice. John's out at the moment. He will be back around six," Rob smiles as he leads me into the lounge.

"This is Pete and Jake, our housemates," he introduces two lads sitting on the sofa.

I give Rob a questioning look, which he ignores. I slip off my jacket and hand it to him.

"Whoa, Rob, you weren't kidding: she has one hot body," Pete comments rather excitedly while looking me up and down.

I'm wearing the skirt and blouse Rob requested, along with burgundy lingerie and grey stockings. The lacy body-stocking top that the lads saw me in is a bit too see-through for public viewing! Everything fits nicely and shows off my trim figure.
Rob offers me a choice of drinks, and I accept a glass of white wine, wondering if drinking is a good idea. We chat idly. Pete and Jake stare hungrily at me as I sit opposite them with my legs crossed, my stockinged legs and bra clearly on show beneath the sheer blouse.

"Hi, Sharon; nice to see you again. Looking just as I remember," chirps John on entering the room.

"Nice to see you too. Rob tells me you were booking a restaurant for later."

"Yeah, it's all sorted. We'll have to leave at about seven o'clock. It's booked for seven-thirty," John confirms.

"So we have an hour to get re-acquainted and for these two to be properly introduced to your charms. I can barely remember what you look like under all that clobber," John winks suggestively.

"My memory could do with a refresh, too," pipes up Rob.

Looking from Rob to John, then to Pete and Jake. All have expectant puppy dog eyes, and I almost expect to see their tongues loll out of their mouths in proper puppy fashion.

Emboldened by the alcohol, I take my phone from my bag and find some suitable music. I've done striptease in the past, and this seems a good time to do another.

"Looking only, no touching," I say as the music starts.

I kick my shoes off before getting up from the chair, slowly rising, gyrating in time to the music, and gliding around the room and smiling at each lad in turn, playing my hands over my still-clad body and bending forward, sliding my hands over my bum and wiggling it right in front of Pete's face before looking over my shoulder, pouting sultrily, running my hands down my thighs and back up again. I raise my skirt, exposing my bum cheeks as my hands slide over them.

I straightened up, smoothed my skirt down, and sauntered around the room. My hands explore my body; breasts, crotch, stomach, and legs all get caressed.

Slipping my hands under my blouse and up to my breasts, exposing my stomach, and cupping each breast and gently fondling them as I cavort in front of my captive audience. They're not missing a thing and have gone very quiet, except for heavy breathing.

Releasing my breasts and sliding my hands across my stomach to my back, reaching my skirt zip and slowly pulling it down, still wiggling about the room, gently tugging the skirt over my hips, taking it lower. Then, with a shimmy, let it slide to the floor. I step out of it, turn my back to the lads, bend over, and pick it up off the floor, placing it carefully on an empty chair.

My hands explore my now naked lower half, running over my silky knickers, fingers following my womanly slit. Four pairs of eyes are agog, watching my every move.

Releasing one, two, and three buttons on my blouse—only one left before revealing my upper half. Releasing that button, too. Holding each side of the blouse, flashing one and then the other bra-encased breast. I turn my back to the lads again and slide the blouse off my shoulders, letting it float to the floor. Turning back to them, I bent down to pick it up and placed it with my skirt.

I teasingly played with my breasts, squeezing and caressing them. Pushing them up and together, pushing the flesh over but not entirely out of the cups.

"Do you want more?" I ask innocently.

"Too bloody right we do," Rob grins greedily. Everybody else eagerly agrees.

Still moving around the room, my stage. Reaching behind me and undoing my bra, slowly bringing the straps off my shoulders and down my arms till I am left cupping each still-covered breast. With a flourish, I throw my hands into the air, my breasts bouncing in response to their sudden exposure, and place my bra with the rest of my clothes.

"More?" I tease. Do I need to ask?

I move to the centre of the room, ensuring everyone can see, and slip my fingers into the waistband of my knickers. I squat down and pull them down to my knees. With a twist of my legs, I rise again and let my knickers drop to the floor. Keeping my legs together to prevent anyone from getting a full view, I step out of them and pick them up.

Walking naked, except for my stockings, to my pile of clothes, I pick them up, leave the room, and hurriedly climb the stairs and lock myself in the bathroom as all kinds of lewd, crude, and desperate comments and commotion echo behind me.

I sit quietly on the loo, listening to the noise downstairs subside as they calm down.

"Sharon, we'll have to leave shortly," John shouts up the stairs after a while.

Looking at my watch, I realise that we have only ten minutes before we have to leave.

"OK, I'll be down shortly," I reply.

Quickly washing my wet pussy and getting dressed only takes a few minutes. Certainly quicker than it took me to get undressed! That may be partly because I forgot to put my bra back on! Never mind, I think as I step into the bedroom and get my leather jacket and put it on. That will cover my boobs for now.

Sitting between Pete and Jake in the back of John's car, John's parents are stinking rich and bought this and the house for him. It's not long before they each have a hand on my legs, inching their way higher as I let my legs relax. Not quite allowing them to reach my pussy. They've had enough excitement for a while!

The restaurant is lively, more like a nightclub, with loud music and full of youngsters. I am easily the oldest person here, and the only one with her boobs on show. I had to take my jacket off, and my blouse is see-through in the neon light.

The boys get some drinks before we sit at our table. I have plain tonic water; I'll be abstaining from alcohol tonight. The wine earlier has already lowered my inhibitions enough.

Two more lads join us unexpectedly and are invited by John to join in. The food is good. We chatted and ate merrily. The newcomers, Sam and Tony, are taking the same engineering course as Rob.

After eating, Rob invites me to dance with him; a slow number is playing.

His hands cup my bottom, slowly massaging it and raising my skirt a bit at a time. Sam cuts in and takes over, pressing himself tightly to my body. I feel his cock rising against my stomach. What has he been told? He firmly grips my skirt from behind and slowly pulls it over my bum.

Someone pushes up behind me, squashing me between Sam and himself. I feel his cock pressing into my bum crack. Looking over my shoulder, I see Tony smiling at me. What have I got myself into? The music stops, and we return to the table.

Sam looks at John. "I see what you mean; she's really hot. We'll meet you back at yours then," He turns and walks away.

John shrugs his shoulders but says nothing.

Pete and Jake take me back to the dance floor. There's a raunchier number playing now, and they are in a playful mood. Sandwiching me between them, my skirt is swiftly over my bum, and Jake, who is behind me, has his hands on my boobs.

The music stops, and I escape them, rushing back to the table.

"That was fun," Jake quips as we sit down.

"I'm going to the loo," I announce. "Get me a vodka and orange, will you? I could use a pick-me-up," I ask Jake.

As we drive back, sitting between Pete and Jake again, they take advantage of my more relaxed state, and have taken my jacket off and unbuttoned my blouse, and they are both playing happily with my boobs. What can I expect when we get back?

Sam and Tony are waiting outside the house as we arrive. Rob guides me into the lounge, where they all surround me and start pawing at me, and it doesn't take long before I am stripped naked and passed around from one set of eager hands to another. Finally, restoring some order, they laid me on the floor. Rob towering over me and leering down as he undoes his fly and pulls out his hard and ready cock. Oh yes, just like the soldier boys I remember, standing proud and pointing skyward. Kneeling between my legs, which I have parted in readiness, he presents his weapon to my pussy. He savagely thrusts into me, sliding me along the carpet and taking my breath away. He then proceeds to fuck me in a determined but controlled manner.

"No messy seconds here; come over her, not in her," John shouts. Rob nods in agreement, pulling out moments later, shooting his load as far as my face, splattering the length of my body in warm sticky cum. That was close. Two more strokes, and I would have cum, too. He leaves me frustrated and wanting more.

Someone turns me over and onto all fours, gets behind me, and fingers at my wanton maw, feeling the way for his cock to follow. This lad has a longer cock than Rob, reaching deeper. Touching places, Rob could not, running over my sensitive interior. Now it's my turn; long before he is ready, I am moaning and humping my hips in pleasure. The first cock induced orgasm in nearly two years overtakes me. It feels so good to have a cock inside me again.

He's finished, shooting over my bottom, then rubbing his cock along my bum crack to dry himself off.

Swiftly, my hole is filled again. Nice, firm strokes, controlled and insistent, plundering my inner pleasure zones. Igniting all those lost feelings. Taking its time, slowly increasing in tempo, taking me once more over the edge as cum splatters over my shoulder blades.

I'm lifted from the floor and placed on the edge of a table, my legs spread wide, giving them access to my pussy. Sam steps up to me, sliding his hard weapon into my pussy. Grinning wildly as he grabs my hips and thrusts like a piston. He jerks me back and forth, jiggling my tits as he thrusts swiftly and violently, pulling out and covering my face in his warm, sticky fluids.

Jake takes his place. He is more measured at first, taking long, gentle strokes that slide along my velvety, smooth inner walls. Enjoying the moment until lust overtakes him, too, and he thrusts rapidly to climax. His cum splattered my tits.

John steps forward.

"You're the last, then? John," I enquire.

He nods.

"Then why don't you cum in me?" I invite.

He enthusiastically enters me, relishing his role as the first to fill me with his cum tonight. He shows off to the others, slowly going in and out of me, taking his length fully out, and then ploughing back inside. Hiding his cock from sight. Teasing me to a final orgasm. My writhing and humping push him over the edge, and he explodes inside me. Cum gushed from his cock, splattering the end of my vagina.

He leaves his cock inside to wilt naturally. As it flops out soundlessly, a stream of cum follows it, running down my bum crack. It feels so good.

I slide off the table as the boys gather their clothes. It's nearly midnight, and Sam and Tony say they must leave.

"You don't turn into pumpkins? I quip.

"Nothing like that; we have a game tomorrow. We're leaving at eight in the morning," Sam replied.

The rest of us make our way to the bathrooms to clean up first, then to bed. I will be sharing Rob's bed tonight.

Waking in the early hours, needing a wee. I creep to the bathroom. Slipping back into bed and noticing Rob has a hard-on, it seems a shame to waste it, especially as he's lying on his back with it sticking out of his shorts. Slipping my cami-knickers off but keeping my baby-doll top on, I carefully straddle him, slowly sliding down his pole till my total weight is bearing on his hips. He awakes with a start and needs gentle restraining until he realises what is happening. Breaking into a grin, he begins humping up and down, raising his head. Watching his cock being devoured by my hungry pussy. Neither of us was hurrying to finish. Altering our tempo to extend the pleasure, eventually succumbing to the inevitable, his cum runs down his cock and out of my pussy as I sit there, relaxing from our exertions. I feel his wilting cock slip out of my pussy, leaving a vacant hole that needs more filling. Later, hopefully.

I roll off him, and we drift back to sleep.