It had been suggested that the four female friends from work go to the local wine bar on Tuesday evening after work but Dianne Jones, aged fifty-three, was unsure about the wisdom of her doing so. It was not that she did not get on with the other women, Sheila and Mary, who were in their forties and Kim, who was in her twenties; it was because of who else would probably be there.
The other three women did not know about what had happened, but when the four women had been at the wine bar the previous week, a new young barman employed there had given Dianne his mobile number because he and she formed an almost instant mutual attraction.
The barman was nineteen-year-old Steve Nelson and after he and Dianne had made phone contact later that evening, he spent that night in Dianne's bed giving her unbelievable sex. After not hearing from him again for three and a bit days, Steve again contacted Dianne and they had another night of sensational fucking.
Dianne was not naive enough to think that she was the only woman in Steve's life; in fact, he had shagged two other women in between his nights with Dianne although she did not know that; however, she was not sure how she and he would react on seeing each other in the wine bar.
Unlike the three other women, Dianne was unattached, so that was not a problem, but she still not want to be the subject of gossip, although, in the cases of Sheila and Mary, it might be jealousy as well. Going to the wine bar was quite a regular thing for the four of them and Dianne could not think of a plausible reason for not going, so it was decided that the Tuesday evening's girls trip out was on.
Dianne did send a text to Steve's phone warning him that she would be there, just in case her arrival upset him in any way, and she was reassured by his 'ok, see you later,' response although she was still unsure about how she would react on seeing him.
Although she did not know it, Sheila did not help at work late that afternoon by saying to Dianne, "I am looking forward to seeing that hot barman."
Mary, who was close by, chirped in my saying, "Sheila Carey, you are married."
"Oh yeah, I am, aren't I?" said Sheila and she and Mary laughed. Dianne did not contribute to the conversation.
The four women arrived at the bar and Steve was not immediately visible, although both Sheila and Dianne had a quick look around the room, oblivious to what the other woman was doing. The women found a table and Kim went to the bar to purchase the wine that they had decided upon; the women always all contributed to the cost of the drinks consumed.
They had been there about ten minutes and were chatting but Dianne was feeling on edge when Mary said, "There you go, Sheila, there's your hunk," as she was the first one to set eyes on Steve.
"He is not my hunk, but I wish he was," said Sheila, who normally tended to insist that she was very happily married, although she actually wasn't.
"You are unattached Di, why don't you make a play for him?" Mary teased.
"Don't be ridiculous; he is only nineteen," said Dianne, who immediately thought that the other women would wonder how she knew he was nineteen.
"How do you know he is nineteen?" asked Kim.
"Um, he said he was last week, didn't he?" replied Dianne.
"I don't remember, but he might have done; we drank quite a lot," said Mary but Dianne's eyes met Sheila's and Dianne thought her friend looked suspicious.
"Yeah, I think he did," said Sheila whilst still looking at Dianne.
Steve, who had just finished a break, spotted the four women but was currently collecting glasses from another part of the bar. Dianne felt strange, firstly because of her lover's presence but also because of Sheila's apparent suspicions.
Steve had the sense not to reveal his intimacy with Dianne to her friends, but when he was collecting glasses from an adjacent table, he said, "Nice to see you again, ladies."
"Nice to see you again, too, young man," said Sheila as she gave a sideways glance at Dianne.
The three other ladies all mumbled variations of "Good evening" to Steve, although only one of them actually knew his name.
Dianne was uncomfortable because she was batting internally, thinking of Steve's cock and also being more and more convinced that Sheila knew or suspected something.
A while later, Mary was at the bar and Kim had gone to the ladies and Sheila leaned towards Dianne and said, "He is fucking you isn't he?"
"Don't be silly, Sheila, of course not," replied Dianne, although she knew that she did not sound as convincing as she intended.
"How long have I known you, Dianne?" asked Sheila.
"Years, why?" answered Dianne.
"Exactly, I wish he was fucking me," said Sheila, but by now, Mary was on her way back from the bar and Kim from the ladies.
With the four women together, the conversation changed but Sheila kept giving looks at Dianne, with each trying to read the other's mind.
Dianne was surprised at Sheila's confession that she needed a young man to be fucking her because she believed Sheila to be very happily married.
There was a bit more interaction between Steve and the ladies but no more than would be normal between a friendly barman and a group of slightly drunk women.
When it was decided that it was about time that they went home, Sheila, as she had the previous week, said, "You walking home with me, Di?"
Although she expected to be grilled by her friend, Dianne replied, "Yeah, okay."
Before they actually left the bar, Sheila managed to give a lovely smile and a little wave to Steve, although that was noticed only by Dianne and not the other two women. The women split into two groups of two outside the bar, with Kim and Mary living in quite close proximity to each other.
Sheila and Dianne had not gone many steps when Sheila said, "So tell me, has he got a big cock?"
"I don't know why you think that I should know that, Sheila," responded Dianne in a last attempt to convince her friend that Steve was not fucking her.
Sheila ignored that and said, "So how did you get together? Was it last week?"
Dianne decided that there was no further point in hiding the truth and said, "Yeah, he gave me his mobile number last Wednesday."
"Fuck, so how many times have you done it?" asked Sheila.
"We have spent two nights together, but I am not sure how many times we have fucked," replied Dianne, who, in a way, felt relieved that she could talk to someone about it.
"Shit, that many times?" said Sheila.
"Yeah, he is fucking amazing," replied Dianne.
"Do you think he would fuck me too?" asked Sheila.
"Sheila, you are married and happy," said Dianne, still surprised at her friend's frequent references to getting fucked.
"Married, but not happy Di, I need a good fucking," confided Sheila.
Dianne did not respond, so Sheila went on, "I am serious, could you ask him to shag me, please?"
"You have had too much to drink, we both have," said Dianne and they were now quite close to Dianne's house.
"When are you next seeing him?" asked Sheila.
"I don't know; we have not made any plans," replied Dianne honestly.
"Text him, tell him he can fuck us both," said Sheila, not considering whether Dianne agreed with that.
As if by magic, Dianne's mobile rang, "Shit, it is Steve," she said as she looked at the caller.
"Steve, so that's his name," said Sheila.
"Hello Steve," said Dianne a bit tentatively.
"Hi sexy, are you home yet?" asked Steve, who was on a break at work.
"No, nearly, but I am still with Sheila," said Dianne, who was then surprised when her friend took the phone from her hand.
"Steve, it is Sheila, the hot and sexy one...I need you to fuck me," she blurted into the phone before Dianne snatched it back.
"Steve, she is pissed, ignore her," started Dianne, but Sheila shouted, "I fucking mean it."
"Dianne, I am not sure what is going on, but I wanted to come to your house after I finish work," said Steve.
"Oh yes, baby, you come here; I will explain later," said Dianne before the call ended with a couple of 'See you later.'
"Is he going to fuck you tonight?" Sheila asked Dianne.
"Yes, but you need to get home," Dianne told Sheila.
"But I don't, actually, my Colin is away working for a couple of nights," said Sheila.
"I don't believe you; go home," said Dianne.
"Ring lover boy back and tell him that he has got two of us to fuck," said Sheila.
"Sheila, you are drunk; you will regret this," said Dianne wondering if her friend was telling the truth about her husband being away.
"Don't worry, I will not steal him from you; I just want one good fuck for once in a while, that is all," said Sheila indicating that her at home sex life was not all that good.
It suddenly occurred to Dianne that they were two not sober women standing in the street at nearly nine at night talking, probably too loudly, about getting fucked.
"Come indoors for a minute; we should not be out here talking like this; someone might hear us," said Dianne as she ushered Sheila into her house.
"I need a drink," said Sheila on getting inside.
"You need a coffee and so do I," replied Dianne as she wondered what the immediate and long term future held.
"Phone Steve and tell him that he has got two horny women waiting for him," said Sheila, getting back on the subject.
"He has probably finished his break, so he will not be able to answer," said Dianne trying to buy herself some time to try to think.
"Fucking phone him, Di," insisted Sheila, so against her inclinations, Dianne did.
"Hello Dianne," Steve answered, a bit to Dianne's surprise as she expected to go to voicemail.
"Steve, um, Sheila is here and she, um, will probably be here when you arrive," said Dianne, not sure how Steve would take the news.
There was a brief silence before Steve said, "Are you saying what I think you are saying?" which was a bit confusing because Dianne did not know exactly what Steve was thinking.
"I am saying that Sheila wants you to give her a seeing-to too; are you up for it?" said Dianne wondering just why she was offering to share her lover with another woman.
"That's what I thought you were saying; it is fine with me, but what do you think?" said Steve, who was really excited at the thought of shafting two mature women. Despite the high number of sexual encounters he had had, he had not as yet had two women naked at the same time.
"I don't like sharing you, but it might be fun," conceded Dianne.
"Gotta go, Dianne, break time finished, see you both later," said Steve before ending the call but leaving Dianne in no doubt that he was up for it.
"Well?" asked Sheila, who had been trying to follow the conversation just by hearing one end of it.
"Looks like you are going to get your wish, but you are telling me the truth about your husband being away, aren't you?" said Dianne.
"Yeah, I am telling the truth and shit; when will Steve be here?" said Sheila.
"More than two hours yet, I will make the coffee, sit your big arse down there, Sheila," said Dianne, who suddenly felt strangely aroused at the thought of seeing her friend naked and getting fucked.
"My arse is no bigger than yours, you fat cow," laughed a very happy Sheila who felt no guilt about the prospect of being unfaithful to her husband.
Over the next two hours, the women chatted and giggled and drank coffee and slowly sobered up and both were looking forward to what would happen when the hot young stud arrived.
Steve was now finishing his shift and he was looking forward to the exercise that his penis would soon be getting because he had actually also fancied Sheila from first setting eyes on the four women the previous week; it was just that he and Dianne seemed to make that instant connection.
Dianne was looking out of her window with Sheila hovering behind her when Steve entered the street, "Here he is," announced Dianne and she felt Sheila's hands grip her shoulders which she thought felt strangely erotic.
Dianne opened the door and on entry, Steve locked his lips on hers and, for a moment, they both forgot about Sheila's presence.
"I would like some of that," announced Sheila when Dianne and Steve stopped kissing and she was then in a tongue swapping snog with Steve.
"Are you married?" Steve asked Sheila when they broke off.
"Yeah, don't tell me that you don't like fucking married women," said Sheila thinking that her hopes were about to be dashed.
"Oh, I love fucking married women, but sometimes their husbands do not like me doing it.," replied Steve.
"Well, I am not going to be telling my husband and I don't suppose you or Dianne will be telling him either," said Sheila, who was now massaging the large bulge in Steve's trousers.
