Her name was Claire, thirty five years old, with medium length blonde hair, blue eyes and five feet three inches tall. She was solidly built, without being fat, doing a lot of horse riding when younger and thirty four ‘D cup boobs, most people view her as being very sexy.
This particular recollection happened about seven years ago when she was living in a small town in the north of England. At that point in time she’d been married for nearly ten years to her, then husband Paul. She had a good life; Paul was a very well paid Accountant, working half from home, the rest of the time from an office in town. She’d do a lot of secretarial work for him at the busiest times of the year but had enough time to what else she wanted to.
Married life began normally enough, having what she described as a great sex life, taking every opportunity they had to make love but as time went on they became more experimental and quite daring. They’d go out with friends, Paul would give her a look and they’d disappear to somewhere more private for a quickie. Before returning, he’d insist that she leave off her bra, underwear and tights if she’d been wearing any, which made her feel so sexy. It was incredibly exciting at the time, feeling his cum dribbling out of her as they sat talking, knowing that her hardened nipples were easily visible through her top and that they’d been noticed by their friends.
They reached a stage where they were making love less and less, more and more he’d simply like to undress her or to watch her strip and watch her masturbate. They were no less risqué when out though, he’d still give her his look and they’d hurry elsewhere but instead of full blown sex, she’d give him a blow job, him cuming on her breasts but more often than not he’d eat her out, loving the sound of her moaning.
Then, one night on the way home, in the car, he told her to undress and touch herself. Although it was dark, she was seen, getting looks of amazement as they were stopped at traffic lights. At the end of our journey Paul suggested she walk from the car to the front door naked. This was definitely something she’d not expected, taking time to decide on whether to do as he asked. She was so turned on but considered that going to the door nude was a little too daring but then she thought, why not and as fast as she could, ran to the front door. Paul took his time picking up everything from inside the car and to open the front door for her, Claire’s heart pounding as she wondered whether any neighbours had seen what had happened.
A few weeks later, they went shopping at one of the big mall’s close by. He’d asked Claire to put on a very short skirt, no underwear, fairly high heeled shoes, with bare legs, blouse and bra. As they shopped, he was getting her to bend over a lot, picking up items off low shelves. At least when she looked at him he’d got a massive bulge in his trousers, making her feel incredibly sexy, encouraging her act more seductively.
With the shopping completed and back to the virtually full car-park, she sat down in the passenger seat, feeling pretty turned on. Immediately he told her to take off her shoes, the doors to the car still open, unbutton her blouse and take it off, followed by her bra and finally her skirt. He laid back the driver’s seat, undid his trousers and took out his cock, looking into her eyes. Without hesitation, she went to work licking and sucking him, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth, all the time hearing shoppers walk by the open car, either offering encouragement or disgust at what they saw. It was no quick job though, Paul wanted to last but eventually, with his knob down her throat, he came with one of the biggest orgasms he’d ever had. Needless to say, Claire stayed naked for the entire journey home, once there, again instructed her to go to the front door with nothing on. This time, Paul went to the back door, leaving her standing in full view for at least five minutes.
From there their married life developed further. He chose the clothes for her to wear; skirts would get shorter and shorter, tops a lot tighter, lower or more revealing, Paul seemed to get very satisfied by his or their friends ogling her but despite sleeping nude and him watching her finger herself to orgasm, it was a rarity to see him with an erection, he was fucking her, maybe, twice a month if she was lucky.
Claire was still far from unhappy, enjoying the risks, masturbating for him was great fun and on the occasions where they did have sex she was more than satisfied. She’d never been on the pill or used birth control of any description, always planning to have children but as the years went by simply accepted the chances of being made pregnant were pretty remote, sex seemed to come at the wrong point in her cycle.
They developed a group of friends that they’d see once or twice a week, including Paul and Claire, there were five couples, three of which had got children. They’d go out as a group occasionally but more often than not, it would be guys nights or very occasionally, girls’ nights. The men were all big Rugby fans, televised England internationals were big events for them and as they had the biggest TV, they’d always watch them at their house. Claire would be the guys’ waitress for the day, making sure they’d plenty to eat and that their beer glasses were never empty. The way the matches fell, it meant a full house, five weekends out of seven.
She hadn’t considered there was ever a problem but the longer they knew them the more familiar the guys got with her, suggestive comments, touching her at every opportunity and kisses that went beyond friendly, Claire simply ignored what was happening and Paul didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he encouraged it.
There had been no sex for at least three months when the next group of Rugby internationals came around. Claire was going crazy, desperate for sex, masturbating at every opportunity but always wanting more. The day of the first match arrived, she showered as normal and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Paul had laid out clothes for her on the bed but before she had chance to say anything, he quipped that she always did a great job as a waitress and might as well dress the part. There was a white thong, a lacy push up bra, very short frilly black skirt, white stockings leaving enough of her thighs visible to tease the guys and red blouse that he insisted was tied up to reveal her stomach to above her belly button, oh, of course, don’t forget the high heeled shoes. When Claire saw herself in the full length mirror thought she looked somewhat tarty but at the same time, felt incredibly sexy knowing she’d definitely be getting lots of attention that afternoon.
Not long after the guys started to arrive, a lot earlier than they would have normally, Claire hadn’t even prepared any of the food, so, went straight into the kitchen and got to work. One by one they turned up, first, Dave, then Adam and Tony and finally Steve. All went into the kitchen to say hello, passing comments as to how good she looked. When Steve arrived, Paul’s closest friend, he went straight up behind her, wrapped his arms around her body to pull her tight against him, kissing her neck and cupping her left boob, squeezing with his left hand. She was certain his cock was hard, feeling it as it pressed against her arse and as she turned around, in shock, her mouth open, he put his to hers, snogging her hard. Claire struggled to break free, feeling that Steve had gone too far but knew she was in trouble when she saw Paul standing there grinning mischievously.
They started drinking not long after arriving, Claire guessed that it was going to be a long afternoon if they’d be drinking the whole time and needed to keep her wits about her. Each time she went past one of them their hands would be under her skirt groping her arse and as her thong covered very little, clutched at her bare flesh.
The game finally kicked off, their attention focussed on the action, almost forgetting about Claire. She took the time to relax and have some time to herself but then heard them getting rowdy, the match wasn’t as good as they hoped and called for more drinks. With a hint of dread she put her shoes back on and headed to the TV room but before she could ask what they wanted, Steve exclaimed, “This game is shit. We need some proper entertainment. I think Claire should do a striptease for us”.
Paul laughed and said, “I don’t think so guys. But, I have another thing we can play”.
There was silence but excited anticipation; he’d already turned off the TV and continued, “I’ll sort out the music. The four of you can play pass the parcel”.
A unified cry of, “What the hell are you on about!”, followed by Steve asking, “Pass the parcel. Pass the parcel with what. We have nothing to open”.
With a chuckle, Paul retorted, “Oh yes you do. What about Claire!”
Claire was horrified, the door had been closed by Paul, there was no escape as he and Steve held her tight. The other three adjusted the furniture so they could sit in a circle and pass her around. They quickly made up a few rules, of which there was, effectively only one, when the music stopped, she’d be held and the guy who Claire ended with, would take off one piece of her clothing.
Claire made an effort to protest but part of her hoped she’d not be listened to, she was turned on and hoped she’d get to see them naked too.
Paul got out a coin and several tosses were made to see, in what order the guys would be sitting and on whose lap Claire would start on. Dave won but then another series of tosses took place to determine an additional order that went: Dave, Tony, Steve and finally Adam but Claire wasn’t told what that was for, making her extremely nervous but excited too.
The four guys got settled into their positions, Paul the other side of the room by the stereo and Claire was thrust onto Dave’s lap, who immediately held her tightly, an obvious bulge pressing into her arse. Paul, looking away and started the music, the guys, lifting and passing her one to the other until the music stopped with Claire finishing in Adam’s hands. Steve and Tony took hold of her whilst Adam decided which piece of clothing was going to be removed first. His choice was her blouse, undoing the buttons before pulling it off her arms. They all whooped at the sight of her boobs trying to burst out of her bra and hard nipples showing through the lacy material. The music was started again, this time as they passed her, one to the other; they all took it upon themselves to grope her breasts. The music stopped, the lucky one was Steve and to Claire’s surprise his choice was her right shoe.
Claire began to think that the entire day had been planned in advance; the guys were nowhere near as drunk as they should have been, considering they’d been at it for at least three hours and were definitely in charge of their senses.
The music started again but was stopped quickly, Dave won and removed Claire’s other shoe but before Paul started the music again, he said, “Next time the music stops, as well as a piece of clothing, the winner can snog Claire for thirty seconds”.
Claire’s body was giving away her true feelings, thong getting wetter by the second, she was very turned on.
