Helen turned the corner onto Market Street, the clip-clop footfalls of her heels falling silent as she stopped and stared at the open door of the Jolly Farmer public house. Her hands shook. She blew out a long breath before licking her lips. Boisterous laughter came from people who were leaving the pub, though it wasn’t at all late in the evening. A loud shriek came from one woman who had just felt a man’s hand on her arse, not that she was complaining, just surprised.

She backed into a plain doorway that was next to the Bright blue façade of the Market Fish and Chip shop. The traffic lights just down the street from her flashed orange and then red, and she felt she was in the red light district with what she was about to do. The five-minute wait seemed unbearable. Her heart thumped in her heaving chest as she contemplated turning around and walking in the opposite direction, back to her car, back to the safety of home and her more than vanilla lifestyle. It would have been back to boredom, and that was the precise reason she was standing there in the first place.

She remained steadfast, her eyes fixed on the door. Two young men who were passing eyed her up and down, as if she were a cheap hooker looking for trade. She was far from that. She leaned forward as if to take that first step, but pulled back when more people exited. She thought of the way she was dressed under the long coat. Even though it was the tail-end of summer, the coat was a little over the top for the heat of the night, but it was all she had.

She stepped forward again. It reminded her of a phrase she had once heard about pawns on a chessboard. Once they had taken that first step, there was no going back. Helen had just moved. Pawn to King three. She took a deep breath and marched towards the open door.

A month earlier, Helen joined an adult website in a desperate attempt at re-inventing herself as a voluptuous woman hell-bent on having some fun. Her more-than-vanilla sex life had taken its toll, and so she started to investigate what she thought was the more seedy parts of the internet. What she found was far from seedy. But she never thought, in her wildest dreams, that tonight would be a reality or that she would go through with it. She had met a couple of men when her husband was working or when he was asleep on the sofa. She was nervous just meeting them for coffee, let alone for sex.

Until she started talking to Ronnie. He seemed to inject a breath of fresh air into her soul, and she started to look at herself differently in the mirror. And one morning, the sexy, gorgeous woman that she was, looked back at her. Told her to seize the day, go for it, be brave. What could go wrong?

As Helen started walking, she stopped suddenly and turned as a couple exited the pub; the last thing she wanted was to be noticed by someone who knew her, or was her colleague at work, or worse, knew her husband. Once they had passed her, she continued into the pub.

There were ten, maybe fifteen steps to go, and all she could think of was Ronnie. How he had contacted her, befriended her, made her feel special. Complimented her on her wonderfully full breasts and ample cleavage, told her what a gorgeous ass she had and how he loved voluptuous women. Encouraged her to wear sexy and revealing lingerie, which she gladly did. Goodness knows, she had purchased enough of them in the past to try and put a little zing into her declining sex life. It was Ronnie who wanted to lick her smooth snatch so much that she had agreed to it.

In return, she told him about her fantasies, about what she liked doing, how her sex life was non-existent and how much she would love to be wanted again. She surprised herself by sending those filthy images to him to order. He would give her a role to play, an outfit to wear, and she had to provide the evidence to him. God, how she loved taking those pictures and sending them to someone she hadn’t met. Ronnie promised her everything, and tonight was delivery time.

Helen swivelled into the main bar, past a few customers who hadn’t even noticed her enter before she headed towards the private function room called CUBAR. It was promoted as ‘a little bit of Cuba’ in the Jolly Farmer. A room that could be booked for private functions on Thursday and Friday nights only. She came face-to-face with a man, whom she presumed was a bouncer. She produced the printed-out email with the invitation on it from her handbag and showed it to him. The door was opened, and in walked Helen. Her breath ragged, her expectations high and her demeanour - Bold as fucking brass, and feeling every bit alive and ready for what lay ahead.

Once through the door, she came to an abrupt halt. Five men in the corner of the room, two wearing t-shirts, the other three dressed in smart casuals, stood up from the chairs arranged around the solitary table. Soft Jazz music by an artist she couldn’t place filled the room. On the bar, a few feet away from her, lay a large glass of what looked like a Gin and Tonic. She walked towards the drink, making eye contact with each of the men in turn. Neither of them made a sound. There were no introductions. It was just as she had described her fantasy to Ronnie, though she presumed he had trouble finding the ten men she had described. She was partly relieved that she had never met any of the men from her recent illicit coffee morning extravaganzas, though one of them she wouldn’t have minded, since his hands up her skirt in the coffee shop made her feel sexy and wanted.

Her hands shook once more, and yet with her back to the bar, she reached for the top button on her coat and peeled it open, then the second and third in quick succession. Before she unbuttoned the last one, she looked at their faces and was reminded of that solitary pawn heading ever onwards, Pawn to King four, she announced in her head. She slowly opened the coat, peeling it off her shoulders and letting it fall heavily to the floor.

“Fuck!” All the men seemed to speak at once. The injection of appreciative noises made her nostrils flare, and she was more than ready for them.

Helen stood in front of the men with barely anything on apart from her red LoveHoney corset that was desperately attempting to hold her ample breasts in place. The suspender straps stretched over her thighs, holding her stocking tops in place, the ends of which were comfortably inserted into her black patent leather heels. Her hands rested on her waist until she extended one to pick up the drink on the bar. Pulling it to her lips, she took a sip before nearly downing it in one. From the way she stood and conducted herself, you wouldn’t have guessed that she needed the Dutch courage so badly. Her bare pussy was on full display and already dripping on the wooden floor.

Every pore of her soul oozed sexuality; every ounce of flesh on display had something important to say, not a word or syllable was wasted. Most of her body screamed fuck me, yet her mind was hoping for more than that. The only phrase that adequately described her was ‘All Woman.’

The men looked on in awe at her beauty and brazenness. If only they were aware of the thoughts going through her mind as they openly stared at her beauty. Their cocks struggled to control themselves, faced with the sheer delight of the five-foot-eight feminine form standing in front of them. Helen struggled to make out which one of them was Ronnie, but marvelled at the thought that his wife actually encouraged him to set this evening up.

The only thought running through her head was ‘come and get me.’

She placed the empty glass on the bar just as all five of the men started to walk towards her. Watching them salivate over her body meant the world to her. She wished her husband would do the same, but sexually, he was a lost cause. She palmed her breasts and pushed them together for the approaching men to stare down on her cleavage. It was a shame they were covered with the corset because she would have loved to have raised them to her mouth to suck on her baby-bottle-top nipples that had become so hard under their stares.

Helen felt alive. Powerful. Commanding attention. And dressed like a slut on heat. Sheer excitement threatened to overwhelm her.

Her pussy leaked with every step they took. She could feel it. Her arousal became intense, waiting for them to reach her, waiting for their hands to fondle her body. Poke and prod her, fuck her holes with their fingers. She couldn’t wait any longer. She willed them to walk faster. Reach out and touch her, maul her body and take her.

The leading man came face-to-face with Helen, looked her in the eye and then down her cleavage. Her wry smile belied her nervousness, and yet, in her head, she announced that it was pawn to King five, one step further. There was no way this pawn was ever going to retreat. Not now.

Without warning, both of his hands cupped her breasts, and then his tongue slithered between her cleavage. Her nostril flared with the scent of his aftershave. Sweet and musky. Four more hands cupped the ample flesh of her bare ass and hips. One set running the length of her bare thigh and onto her stockings. She nearly collapsed with the exhilaration that threatened to sweep her off her feet. This was exactly what she wanted. Hands all over her, taking her to places she could only dream of before. Ronnie had been true to his word. She was experiencing heaven with every touch of their hands.

One man pulled her hair backwards, revealing her neckline, while a second one kissed her from earlobe to shoulder and back. His tongue wetting her clavicle as it slithered over it. Shivers shot through her needy body. Hands fondled her ass, squeezed and rubbed it. A wet finger found her back entrance and started to explore. Two more of the men took their place to her side. Each of them cupped a breast. She found her hands being lowered and taken to one side. There she took hold of the two hot rods, waiting patiently for her fingers to grasp them. She pulled on them in unison. Oh! The feel of them, hot in her hands, caused her eyes to close, her mouth to open, and her pussy to seep. The man in front of her found her juicy, smooth cunt and thrust his fingers into her. Just what she wanted. Desired. Needed.

Hot flushes rocked through her body as if it were on fire. Up in Flames by Coldplay played on the overhead speakers. The lyrics seemed apt. Her head swayed from side to side, trying her best to make sense of all the pleasure, from all the sources at once. Every touch brought a new emotion to the forefront. Tits, pussy, ass, neck, shoulders, thighs, all of her places were being explored at the same time.

She couldn’t have written this blissful episode in her life if she had tried.

But it was the fingers in her pussy that were causing her legs to collapse. The rapid thrusting was bringing her close to orgasm. Hands dipped into her corset to retrieve her breasts, and before she knew it, she had two more sensations to cope with. Rampant lips set upon each of her prominent, hard nipples. Licking. Sucking. Biting. She threw her head backwards and let the men devour her body.

Helen reached out to hold their heads to her breasts, encouraging them to suck harder, but soon returned her hands to their dicks, which felt hot and ready to take her. She pulled on them, stretching the foreskin over their crowns. One of them felt much larger than the bloke she met in the coffee shop, longer and just as thick. A lone finger pressed forward into her ass. It was all too much for her. Her legs buckled, and she felt arms folding around her waist to keep her upright.

“Take me, all of you, fucking take me.”

She shouldn’t have said anything. That wasn’t the plan, but she couldn’t help herself. The words were as much for her benefit as they were for the five men manhandling her body to the most wonderful climax she had experienced in all her life. If she had said nothing, she wouldn’t have known that this wasn’t a dream. Her words brought the reality crashing down around her.

Helen shuddered.

It was all they could do to keep her steady. Rapid fingers fed her pussy and brought her off. In her haste, she grasped both cocks solidly and tossed them off as she came, losing control of her hands in the process. Creamy fluids found themselves pouring over one of her hands, which caused a satisfying smile to appear on her lips. She hadn’t meant to bring him off with her, and she supposed he hadn’t meant to spurt either. And yet she was more than grateful that he did.

The hot fluids running over her hand were a welcome feeling. Helen couldn’t wait to bring it to her mouth and suck his spunk off her fingers. Whoever he was.

The opportunity to do so arose as the men guided her to the table in the corner of the room. It looked like it would never bear her weight, but as soon as she was placed near it, she was bent forward. Her lips gathered a little of the creamy fluid as she reached to grasp the table. It was all she needed to heighten her senses. The taste on her lips was everything and nothing.

A finger slipped from her ass, and she felt something much bigger taking its place. She shook her head in a faint attempt at denying such action, but deep down inside her, she wanted it all. She needn’t have worried when the head dipped downwards and a full length of stiff cock pushed inside her.

Helen nearly cried out with joy; she pushed backwards, taking the whole length in one fluid movement. Her tits squashed on the table. Her hands grasped the two side edges, and the fuck was frantic. A rampant dick appeared before her, and she greedily sucked on it, willing its owner to shoot into her mouth and make her swallow it all. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, to her boring marriage, to her vanilla sex life. This was like watching Jimi Hendrix on speed.

The one thing Helen liked was swallowing cum, it was one of her favourite pastimes, always had been. Ever since she blew her first sexual partner on the sofa of her parents’ house while they were out. She remembered how naïve she was back then at seventeen, and yet she started kissing his erect cock as soon as it came free of his trousers. Licking wasn’t enough, and she soon got the sense that he wanted a little more. Her mouth followed her tongue, and she sucked his knob with relish. When she decided it would be a good idea to hold his balls, he shot his load down her throat. Helen never looked back since then. Loving the taste, loving the texture and swallowing the lot.

The bloke in front of her unloaded in just a few strokes of her expert mouth. The sensation wasn’t something he was used to, and Helen was particularly adept at getting blokes cocks to shoot into her willing mouth. If she cared at all, then she would have surmised he was no more than nineteen, but she didn’t give a fuck. Young-old, she just wanted their hands and cocks all over her gorgeous body.

The man ploughing her pussy was having more luck at keeping his composure. He was thick and filled her beautifully, but even he grunted from behind her, his hands grasped her love handles with some urgency, and soon he was shooting inside her. It was a clear case of pawn to King six. She had progressed past the point of no return, for he was the only bloke other than her husband to fill her pussy with hot, needy man cream, and she loved the feeling.

She found herself murmuring ‘more,’ once she swallowed the cum that had pooled in her mouth. The taste of cum amplified her climax from the frantic fucking.

She felt herself being turned around. The first man, whom she thought of as Ronnie, had grabbed her hands and was guiding her to the other side of the table. She used her hands for stability, raising herself off the table, which caused her breasts to dangle heavily downwards. It was all the excuse the man in front of her needed. With his cock poking through his trousers,  he pulled his balls over the strained zipper, pushed her breasts together and started humping her tits in earnest. She spat in her cleavage, making his efforts more fluid and easygoing.

A cock found her cunt and pushed inside. It was just what she needed, long and thin and eager. She encouraged it to fill her by thrusting back towards the man.

Her head was screaming, ‘fuck my tits and cum all over them,’ but she didn’t utter a word. She felt desperate and needy. Wanting to have her tits splattered, and the man in front of her was leading an all-out attack with that sole purpose in mind.

The cock slipped from her pussy. It seemed like ages before she felt it being replaced, but not in the hole she had expected. Her eyes widened as the head stretched her little star. She felt it slip slowly inside her and then, all of a sudden, she felt full. Full of desperate cock. Her ass stretched in both directions of travel. She felt an urge overcome her, an urge to pee, and yet she buried the thought to concentrate on the cock furrowing her tits. She wanted to lift her hands to help him, but she couldn’t.

Helen's eyes closed. She gave way to the feelings from both ends of her body. Letting the pleasure flow over her. That overpowering feeling of orgasm was all-encompassing. She was cumming with a cock in her ass and loving it. Every thrust brought her one step closer. She never thought she would like it, and yet, the subject of anal sex was something her husband never brought up. And yet she was clawing at the edges of the table to try and get purchase to amplify the feelings by pushing her ass back towards the cock penetrating her.

The man fucking her breasts, shot his load between her tits. His spunk flowed between her cleavage and soaked her corset. He took several more short thrusts to empty his balls, but he left the most wonderful mess all over her torso. She risked lifting one hand to gather some much-needed sperm to feed to herself.

With the insistent pounding of her ass, she started to climax. It surprised her that it felt so good. In an instant, she knew that she would be desperate for more cock in her ass in the future. Something her husband would frown upon, which would leave her in a wanton and desperate state. It was pawn takes pawn. The ever plodding pawn had reached the seventh rank, and she wondered what perversion these men had in mind that would convert it to a piece when it reached the eighth rank.

The man that fucked her tits had moved to one side, and the sheer force of her pending orgasm caused her to open her eyes wide. 

Shock and horror greeted them; she didn’t know whether she found the sight in front of her pleasant or embarrassing, but she came hard nevertheless.

In a comfy chair on the opposite side of the room, behind where she entered the bar and in a direction she never even looked, sat a woman, masturbating. She was reclined in the chair, her legs splayed, her soaked knickers dangling around one ankle, and her fingers pushing rapidly into her twat. The fingers of her other hand pulled at a nipple. Desperation was written all over her face. She was timing it. Timing her orgasm to coincide with Helen's.

At that moment, Helen felt beyond horny. She felt incredible. Suddenly, the whole scenario became undeniably erotic. The woman was staring at her cum coated tits and started to circle her clit. The cock in Helen’s ass felt incredibly huge, and she pounded her ass backwards to make it spurt. She was on the edge of the largest cliff ever, and she found herself nodding at the woman. A nod was returned, and both women synchronised their climax in two very different ways.

The noise in the room would have woken the dead. The cock in her ass erupted and flooded her back entrance with copious amounts of cum, more than Helen could have swallowed, but she deserved all of it. Helen stared at the woman across the room, watching her fingers bring her to a thrashing climax. It was mesmerising and something Helen didn’t think she would experience. Until that point in time, women didn’t interest her. How things change!

Once her breathing had returned to normal, she ventured across the room towards the other woman who was slipping her finger through her folds in a post-orgasmic state of bliss.

Helen studied her. Looked at her state of undress, the state of her used pussy, the red nipple that had taken so much abuse, and above all, the pleasure on the woman’s face. The look of thankfulness for sharing an orgasm with her seemed to ooze from her.

“And you are?” Helen asked. Breaking all the rules of engagement but needing answers.

“Maggie, Ronnie’s wife,” she replied, “I’m sorry he couldn’t make it; called away on business at the last minute. He wanted me to make sure you were looked after.”

Helen bit her lower lip and nodded. She leaned forward, catching the exquisite scent of some expensive perfume, and offered the woman her cum coated tit. Maggie sucked on it without any hesitation, relishing the salty taste that had almost started to form a second skin.

“In one false move, pawn takes King equals Queen,” announced Helen, matter-of-factly.

Maggie looked dumbfounded, not understanding the woman’s words in the slightest.

Helen knelt on the floor between Maggie’s open legs. Her hands rested on Maggie’s knees, pushing them further apart. Helen smiled at Maggie.

“In for a penny,” she said.

Helen’s tongue licked the whole length of Maggie’s slit as she started purring like a cat on a hot tin roof, safe in the thought that there was no way her husband could understand anything that had happened that night.

Not now. Not ever. But, fuck! She felt every inch the woman she was deep down.

Maggie moaned. A group of five men gathered around them.  Two of them tossed their cocks off to the scene unfolding in front of them.

Helen raised her head from Maggie’s slit.

“This is for Ronnie,” she said.

Maggie smiled, closed her eyes and took it.