It is Wednesday night in Aberdeen. It is extra busy tonight as Aberdeen are playing against Celtic. This is a big game that isn't shown on council TV. It is nearly all guys in here, but my three regular “ladies” are in. Steph, Diane, and Cherry. Steve, Steph’s hubby, always joins them, but no one knows he's her other half for reasons you'll hear about later. Everything was set for the usual night. Now a little about me.

I'm Ken, and I own The Strutting Cockerel, which is known locally as the gallus cock. I'm in my fifties, well-built and muscular, and a typical tough Aberdonian. I'm married to Jenny. We are very happy except for one small detail: no sex!

Ok, it's not a small detail. Let me explain. My wife was married before, and we met when we were older. She was and is stunning. Big blue eyes, long legs, and huge tits. I couldn't believe my luck. She loved sex in every way; the raunchier, the better. She wasn't afraid to put on a show either.

My brother-in-law always fancied her, and one night after a few drinks, she posed for photos showing her wonderful hairy pussy. Did I mention she's a redhead, and her flaming red bush is so hot? Her huge tits were also revealed to him. I've never seen such big nipples.

A close-up, bent-over picture displayed her big butt and full lips, and this completed the set. They were sent off before she could change her mind.

I'll be brief with his reply. “You're a fucking lucky bugger. What a whore. She's magnificent. I want to fuck her senseless!” More of their escapades another time.

A few years ago, Jenny was ill. Overnight the sex stopped. I still adore my wife, but a man has his needs.

Back to Wednesday night. I saw the door open, and in they came, two really hot, young females. Not the type to frequent The Strutting Cockerel.

One was blonde with a twinkle in her eye. "Hmmm, is she a possibility?" I thought.

The other was a knockout, brunette with her hair pinned up. She wore a Burberry raincoat, classy, teamed with killer red heels, and I was pretty sure those long legs were wearing stockings. They were welcomed by Steph and co. I knew what was coming. Large drinks were poured, and then the blonde's phone rang, and she was gone. Pity, but maybe with enough gin and tonics, the shyer-looking brunette might be amenable.

She stood up and took off her coat and jacket. Fuck me! What a tiny skirt, and the top was completely see-through with most of the buttons undone. She had huge round tits with dark aroused nipples, which every guy was drooling over.

Football was forgotten. Not so shy after all. The strutting cockerel sprang to attention. I poured a really large measure and motioned her over to the bar. She sashayed over; she’d let her hair down along with her inhibitions. Her beautiful, big breasts were really bouncing now. Please just let them bounce right out of that top.

She smiled sweetly, bent over to get the drink, and gave me a kiss. She knew what she was doing as my hungry eyes moved downwards to her bare tits. At that moment a cheer went up. Was it a goal? No. The mirror facing the bar revealed that the brunette was indeed wearing stockings.

As she'd bent over to kiss me, her skirt rode up. Unfortunately, it stopped just short of her hidden treasures. Then, wiggling, she rejoined her new friends.

Steve was sitting next to her. She never took her eyes off me. Then she dipped her fingers in the glass and licked them provocatively. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing.

She slowly pushed her skirt up and opened her legs. Scarlet panties to match the scarlet heels, but they were crotchless! I got a view of a dark, wet pussy. The wet fingers slowly opened her lips, massaging and teasing.

I was throbbing.

She then reached for Steve's hand and led him to her inner delights. Lucky bastard!

The look on his face said it all as he pushed her skirt even higher and forced her legs wide. He was really going for it.

Needless to say, my phone was out. The brunette was flushed and started to moan. Steph knew exactly what was happening. She leaned over, winking at Steve, and opened another button. The huge tits were nearly free. Then it was Steph’s turn.

She's older and sexy as fuck. I've enjoyed her many times with Steve's blessing, but that's another tale.

She climbed onto the bar and removed her top. There were cheers as her beautiful breasts encased in black lace were revealed. After very little encouragement, the bra came off.

Huge, bouncing tits were there for all to enjoy. I was still watching Steve. I knew no one was watching the football. I switched the view to the storeroom, winked at Steve then went to the corridor and waited. I didn't wait long till the brunette, who I now knew was Beth, appeared.

I took her hand and pulled her into the storeroom. I left the door open. If someone was going to the Gents, they'd get a show.

I started to kiss her roughly, no time for niceties.

I was horny as hell, and she’d caused it. The top came off, and wow, what beauties. My hands and mouth were all over them. I lifted her onto the table, pulled her skirt off, and there were those scarlet, open panties complete with a red suspender belt and stockings.

The panties were yanked off and, in my pocket, before she could think. The rest stayed on. Of course they did. Finally, the strutting cockerel was released.

I'm a big chap, and boy, did she like the look of me. I flipped her over, pushed her smooth butt in the air, and spread her wide to expose those delicious lips and pussy.

Before I plunged in, my hands explored thoroughly. It's been a while since I've fingered a hairy pussy, but I found her pulsing clit quickly. Now my throbbing cock drove in hard. She screamed and moaned.

She was soaking wet. I thrust as long as possible but couldn't hold back. I released and the wet became a flood. What an unexpected, fabulous fuck!

I slapped her bare ass a few times. If there's a next time, I'll do more, much more. Then I zipped up, washed my hands, and returned to the bar and my punters. Cheers erupted when I went back in and got a thumbs-up from Steve.

I poured a large gin and tonic and put it on the bar. I then removed my scarlet trophy and positioned it beside the drink and waited. Steph had gone to the ladies with some information for Beth.

A few minutes later, Beth emerged swinging her top and jiggling those beautiful, big boobs. I don't need to tell you every guy’s phone was on her. She approached me with a seductive smile, raised her glass, and toasted me.

Will there be a repeat?

I hope so. I have many plans for shy Beth.

If you're interested, Aberdeen got a tanking the same as Beth. They lost four nil!