She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. That had been quicker than usual. She hadn't expected this to make her horny, but clearly, something about the situation was doing it for her. Most likely the thought of winning, she thought. Or at least the thought of Lewis's face when he found out she'd beaten him.

When she went back into the living room, there was a text waiting on her phone. It was Tim: "Close by. Let me know the address and we'll be there soon."

She sent him back the door number. He had told her he was bringing two others, which would bring her tally to seven in total, equalling the kid’s goalscoring record and enough to win the bet for her.

These guys were nothing like the last three though. She would need to be careful with these three—what if hand jobs weren’t enough for them? she thought. She wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight if they decided they wanted more and were going to take whatever they wanted.

Well, that was why she had spent so long vetting Tim before inviting him over. And if she got it wrong, she would fight and scream and make as much noise as she could—enough to make the neighbours come running to see what was happening.

Of course, they could always gag her and muffle her screams.

She pushed those scary thoughts away. She didn’t have time for them.

For some reason, she could feel herself heating up again.

.

#

Then there was a knock at the door and she jumped up. They couldn't be here already, she thought wildly.

She went to the door. "Oh, er, J-Jamie," she stuttered, as her young neighbour grinned at her from the doorstep.

"Hey again, Mrs Martin," he said, stepping into the house and walking past her. "Has Mr Martin already gone? I realised I was meant to give this back to him." He handed her a DVD--something about great boxing rivalries.

"Oh, thanks." She took it and placed it to one side. "I'll make sure to give it to him when he's back." She stood there, not inviting him to sit, hoping he would take the hint and leave.

"Do you have any of that green tea?" he chirped, heading towards the kitchen.

Isha followed him. "No, Jamie, sorry."

He was in the kitchen now and reaching for the fridge. She thought back to all the times this had happened--he would come over when Lewis was out and they'd drink tea and eat snacks and chat--and she regretted them all. She had been humouring him, being nice. She hadn't wanted to upset him or make him feel like she didn't have time for him.

But now she really didn't have time and she had no idea how to tell him.

She took a deep breath. "Look, Jamie, I really don't have time for this. I've got some things I need to do today. I need you to leave."

He looked at her quizzically. "Sure thing," he said.

She led him back to the front door and felt panic in her chest when she looked out and saw the three strangers walking up the pathway of her front garden. The first was Tim--she recognised him from the photo he'd shared. He was a good-looking guy; well-groomed, short brown hair, fairly tall, stocky with muscle.

Her mind whizzed as she tried to work out her options. "Hi," she called to Tim. "Come in ." She ushered Jamie out the door and at the same time stepped to one side to make room for Tim's entrance.

But Jamie just stopped there in the doorway, confused. He looked at the three men who'd just arrived, then back at Isha.

"These are Lewis's friends," she explained. She took his arm and actually felt herself nudge him out the door. "See you soon, Jamie."

Tim and his two friends came in and she shut the door.

Jamie stood out there with the confused look on his face but she didn't care. She didn't have to explain anything to him, and it wasn't like she needed to be worried he'd tell Lewis: she was going to tell him all about it later anyway.

She led Tim into the living room, his two friends trailing behind. She pointed at the sofa and told the three of them.

It was only now she took a look at the two guys Lewis had brought with him: both fairly young, mid-twenties, both scrawny with close-cropped hair--one dark and one fair. They both had similar bland faces. They could be brothers, she thought, but she didn't ask. She didn't need to know.

She didn't want to know. She didn't want to know anything about them.

"Should we get straight to it?" she asked.

Tim's face broke into a big smile. "I reckon we should. Let me get out of your way--these two young bucks are gonna go first. I'll just observe to start with, see if I can give you any pointers." He stood up and moved to one side and then waved her towards the empty seat.

Isha dropped between the two guys. They looked at her hungrily. The fair-haired one leaned forward to kiss her but she turned her head to the side. No kissing. Instead, she reached out a hand and placed it between his legs. He was hard already.

She put her other hand onto the other guy's crotch and found that he too was erect. She felt a deep heat spread through her body and she shivered. The two men trembled at her touch. The powerful feeling welling inside her was delicious.

She pulled their cocks free and held the meaty flesh in her hands. She jerked. Both guys began panting. The guy on her left reached out a hand and began to paw at her breasts; the other guy noticed and began to do the same.

Isha felt her own breathing quicken. Pangs of horniness streaked through her. She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to take hold of the hands she felt on her and direct them to where she wanted them, to where she needed them. She gripped the cocks in her hands and jerked harder.

It only took a few minutes. The guy in her left hand gasped and she felt the familiar trickle of sticky warmth on her fingers; even as her mind was processing this, revelling in it, the guy on the other side gasped and came over her other hand.

Tim smiled and gave her a thumbs-up. "I definitely need to find out if that feels as good as it looked." He stood up and began unbuttoning his jeans.

The two guys on either side of her got up and began packing themselves away. Isha reached over, took another tissue, and wiped the come off her hands. She looked up at Tim and smiled invitingly.

"This one might take a little longer, if you think you're up to the challenge?" Tim teased.

He dropped his jeans and underwear down to his ankles and then dropped into the seat next to her. Isha's eyes widened at the size of his dick: ten inches at least and it wasn't even properly erect. He had told her when they'd been texted that it usually took a while for him to come, and she understood now. It probably took all his concentration and effort (or someone else's) to keep the blood flowing into that thing, let alone to finish him off.

She took hold of it and stroked, marvelling at its size, enjoying as it swelled and filled both her hands. She felt the intense horniness deep inside her. She knew she would make him come--whatever it took, however long she needed. She let out a quiet groan at the thought.

Tim leaned over and whispered into her ear: "Do you like it?"

"Mmmmm. I love it."

"I want to see if you can get it into your mouth," he told her. "I want to see you suck it."

Isha groaned. Her mind didn't even process what he'd said--just reacted. Her head lowered to his lap, her mouth wide. There was a flash of protest from her brain as she placed her lips down around his girth, the sensible part of her mind asking her just what she thought she was doing, but it was too late now. She took him into her mouth as far as she could, stretching her jaw and feeling him press on the back of her throat before she'd even got halfway down.

She pulled away and then looked around at the other two guys, who goggled down at her with wide eyes.

She turned back to the big dick in front of her and dipped her mouth over it again, stretching further down and stuffing a tiny bit more into the back of her throat this time.

Tim placed his hands on the back of her head and pressed into her. She pulled away with a gasp, then smiled wickedly and lowered her head again, enjoying the feeling of him pressing down on her.

After a few minutes, she found the right rhythm, using one hand to jerk him while her mouth engulfed most of his cock and her tongue worked enthusiastically around his shaft. He moaned. Isha felt heat raging through her body.

"If you still think you need more practice, there's a couple more guys I can call up," Tim suddenly said.

Isha stopped sucking. She looked up at him, one hand still lazily jerking at his dick. Three this morning; another three now, totalling six. Also, there was the guy from New Year's Eve--Adam. He counted, right? So seven; that was enough. There was no need for any more.

Or maybe the New Year's Eve thing hadn't counted--she couldn't remember now what Lewis had said. Her mind was hazy. She was barely capable of coherent thought.

She nodded back at Tim.

Tim smiled wide at her and pulled out his phone. He sent a text; there was a beep a few seconds later when the reply came. "Two more," he said. "And they'll be here in twenty minutes. Let's see if you can make me come before then."

She dipped her head and got back to it. The raging heat inside her was building to an unbearable crescendo. So much for him--she needed to come or she'd end up going crazy, she thought to herself. She reached her free hand down, slipped it into her knickers, and began fiddling with herself.

She wasn't neglecting him. She just wasn't thinking about what she was doing anymore. Her mind was blank. She was just letting herself go, doing whatever her body told her it wanted, completely succumbing to her natural urges. As her fingers worked frantically inside her underwear, her mouth wrapped tight around Tim's dick and swallowed it whole, stuffing it deep into the back of her throat.

Tim groaned and put his hands around her skull, gripping her tight. He began to jerk his hips up, thrusting into her. She began to make sloppy gagging sounds as he pushed deeper.

They kept going like this for what felt like hours. The heat raged and throbbed through her body.

Then suddenly Tim's hands clamped down momentarily and then let go of her completely. She knew he was going to come and she pulled his dick out of her mouth and continued to jerk it. Semen sprayed from the tip and he let out a deep, shuddering sigh.

She smiled at him, still feeling the intense pressure of her horniness pressing at her nerve-endings, tingling in her brain.

She looked around and saw the other two guys, staring at her. They were still naked, their dicks--which had already climaxed once--rock hard and sticking out in front of them. They looked tentatively down at her.

"I think these two are ready for action again," Tim said. "You've made them pretty damn horny."

Isha smiled at the thought. Why not? she thought to herself. It wouldn't count, but it would help pass the time until the others turned up. She licked her lips and motioned for them to come over to the sofa.

They moved towards her with identical wide grins.

#

When the next two turned up, Tim answered the door and led them in, joking and chuckling as he did.

They came into the living room to find Isha on her knees in front of the sofa. She had a hard cock in each hand and she moved her head from one to the other, taking turns to lick and suck.

The new arrivals stared down at her. Tim hadn't told them how attractive she was--beautiful even. Smooth brown skin, dark luscious hair. She smiled at them as they came into the room, and all of them almost swooned at the sight.

"You never said she was Indian," one of them said. Everyone stopped and looked over at him and he flushed red and looked away, not sure how to continue.

Isha turned back to what she was doing. She ran her hand under the shirt of the guy on her right, feeling his smooth, firm skin. He lifted up and pulled his shirt over his head, completely naked. His abs rippled. Isha moaned and ran her hand over them.

Beside her, the other guy pulled off his shirt and tossed it to one side.

Tim was right behind her all of a sudden. He put his arms around her and cupped her breasts through her shirt, feeling her nipples. He slid his hands down and between her legs, feeling the heat and the wetness there.

"I think you should let us fuck you," Tim whispered in her ear. "I think you want to be fucked."

This wasn't part of the plan, but Isha didn't feel in control anymore. The heat had consumed her; her throbbing excitement had taken over. She nodded back at him. "Yessssss..."

"I'm going to fuck you," one of the guys on the sofa said to her.

"And I'm going to fuck you too," added the other.

She nodded back at them excitedly. She should have been horrified by the whole idea but she was desperate to take one of these hard dicks and sit on it, bury it deep inside her, split her in two.

"We're all going to fuck you," Tim added.

Isha stood up. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom. You can all fuck me, as many times as you want. As long as you're all gone by five." 

#

Something wasn't right.

Jamie had seen the three of them turn up this morning, odd-looking guys. He’d spotted them out of his bedroom window, standing outside the Martins’ house, looking lost.

They'd left again half an hour later and he'd gone over there. He didn't know what it was exactly, but they weren't the type of people he imagined Mr and Mrs Martin hanging out with. Could there be some kind of trouble? he wondered.

Not that he really imagined he'd be able to help in any way. But he still went over.

And then another bunch of guys had turned up and Mrs Martin has basically thrown him out the door.

He'd taken a good look at them as he'd left. She'd said they were Mr Martin's friends, and that could be true. They looked like football fans. But it was still weird that they would turn up now, when Mr Martin had already gone.

One of the guys had really bothered Jamie too. It was something about the way that guy had looked at Mrs Martin, like he was a shark and she was a delicious morsel he was planning to devour.

He had seen the same look before, in his best friend--or his ex-best friend, to be more accurate. It had been a few years ago and his friend had come over to the house one Saturday. This was around the time Jamie had first started mowing the Martins' lawn and his friend had offered to help him with any of the odd jobs.

"Jesus, what a MILF!" Aaron had said after they'd gone over to see if anything needed to be done.

Jamie shrugged. "Well, she doesn't have any kids so that doesn't really work..."

"Whatever--I'd give her kids if she wanted!"

Jamie squirmed. He didn't really think of her like that. She was just Mrs Martin--sweet, kind, lovely, beautiful. Killer body for sure--he'd seen her in a bikini a few times--but she was a lot more than that. She didn't need some dickhead sixteen-year-old talking about her in that way.

Aaron kept at it for the rest of the afternoon, smiling sweetly when she was around but as soon as she was out of earshot making crude comments about her boobs, her legs, her bum.

Jamie hadn't really spoken to Aaron again after that.

It didn't occur to Jamie that he was in love with Mrs Martin. He was too young to really know what that meant.

Now, as he looked over at the house, he saw another two men approaching the front door. The door was opened--opened by one of the guys he'd seen going in before, the one who looked like a shark--and the two of them went in. Jamie's mind buzzed.

He wondered desperately if there was something wrong, if she was okay, then decided he was going to have to take matters into his own hands. He didn't want to intrude on her privacy, but something just didn't add up here.

I've got to go and see if everything is okay, he said to himself.

Out of the bedroom, down the stairs, straight out the door, and across the road. He muttered to himself, practising what he'd say when she answered the door. I lost my phone, I think I left it here. That'd do.

He got to the front door, reached up to the doorbell, and floated his finger above it. What if she didn't answer--what if it was that other guy who answered? What if the guy told him to just go away?

He pulled his hand away from the doorbell, then stepped over to the living room window and pressed his face to the glass. Nothing--the place looked empty.

He walked around to the back of the house. The kitchen was empty too. But he knew there something like six people in there. What was happening?

Reaching out and taking hold of the handle, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The door opened easily and he stepped inside. His heart thudded in his chest and he could feel blood pumping around his ears. He let out his breath slowly, trying to calm himself down.

And as he did, he realised he could hear something. Noises coming from inside the house. From upstairs.

Grunting. Moaning. Whooping. Cheering.

He tip-toed across the floor and up the stairs.

The noises got louder.

Jamie looked over at the bedroom at the end of the hall, his eyes wide with disbelief. The door was shut, but that's where the sounds were coming from.

He moved closer and now he could hear the intricate sounds between the shouts and hollers: he could hear the sound of skin slapping on skin; the low, excited chatter of people talking and joking; the sound of groaning.

Female groaning. Mrs Martin.

No way. It can't be, he thought to himself.

He pushed the door open and found himself confronted with a room crowded with people. His eyes widened in shock.

Five men, he counted. Most were stood with their backs to him, facing towards the double bed that was the centrepiece of the room, transfixed. Only one of them had seen Jamie walk in--it was the shark man--and he grinned broadly at him. "Well, look who it is!"

Jamie didn't even glance over at him. He was as transfixed as the rest of the room, his eyes glued to what was happening on the double bed.

Mrs Martin was on the bed, naked and on all fours. He ached at the sight of her smooth brown skin. One of the guys--also naked--stood behind her and pounded her doggy-style from behind. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust into her.

Another guy stood in front of her, his hands cupped around her head as it bobbed up and down on his dick.

This didn't make any sense, he thought to himself. This couldn't be Mrs Martin.

But obviously, it was--he could see her with his own eyes.

So...why? Why would she be doing this?

And did it really matter? All that mattered, as far as Jamie could tell, was that her husband was out for the day and she'd invited a bunch of guys round for some kind of orgy.

"We're taking her two at a time," the shark man said to him. "She can't get enough. Just join the back of the line and you'll get your turn."

The rest of the guys were spread around the room. Jamie had no idea where the queue was supposed to be, and no idea if he even wanted to join it. Some part of his brain was screaming at him to go home, he didn't want any part of this, but he was frozen where he stood. He wasn't going anywhere.

#

From the moment they got into the bedroom, Tim had taken control. He didn't seem to be too bothered about getting involved in the action: he just stood at the back of the room and directed it.

It had been he who had first suggested the spit-roast. "Strip off, get on all fours." He pointed at one of the guys she'd been sucking down in the living room, "You bang her doggy style," then at one of the new guys, "and you fuck her mouth."

Her mind reeled. She had only ever seen something like that in porn. She wanted to tell him no, she wasn't interested.

But instead, she'd found herself moaning and nodding. She'd quickly followed his commands, stripping off her clothes and climbing onto the bed.

The first guy penetrated before she'd managed to make herself comfortable. She gasped.

The new guy stood in front of her and dropped his trousers. His dick poked out at her. She craned her neck and took it in her mouth.

The three of them began to move in rhythm. As the guy behind thrust harder into her, she felt the cock in her mouth press deeper against the back of her throat. It wasn't a feeling she'd ever enjoyed but now she felt dull heat searing through her body. The whole situation was deliciously filthy. She began to think she might actually come.

Her brain began to get hazy. She could hear the comments they were making as they looked on--all positive--but she blanked them out. She was tingling. Her body was edging closer and closer to that magical point and she knew an orgasm would soon be rolling through her.

There was some commotion in the room a few minutes later. Tim told someone to get in line, wait their turn, something like that. She didn't want the details, just kept rocking between these two guys, knowing she would get there soon...soon...

The guy fucking her suddenly bucked furiously, pulling his dick out and spraying come across the back of her legs.

Isha gasped at the warmth and growled, frustrated, as she realised her orgasm was drifting away from her.

"Next!" Tim barked.

Isha's pussy puckered at the thought and she readied herself, ready to chase the feeling that was oh so close now.

"Don't worry, kid," Tim continued. "I don't think it's gonna take too long for these guys to have their turn. I bet you've been dreaming about fucking your hot MILF neighbour for years."

Isha's brain processed the words and she snapped her head around. There was Jamie, staring goggly-eyed at her naked body. He didn't seem to register that she was looking at him--just watched her in a daze.

Shit! What should she do? There was no point stopping, she supposed. It was too late for that. And it didn't matter if Lewis found out anyway. But would he say anything to his parents? The rest of the neighbours? What would they say? Lewis had encouraged this kind of behaviour, but how would he feel if all their neighbours and friends knew about it?

The guy in front of her reached out and took hold of her jaw again, turning her back to his cock. The heat was dissipating from inside her but it wasn't quite gone. If she chased after it, she just might catch up.

Never mind about Jamie, she thought. It was too late now anyway.

#

She felt the guy in her mouth approach a climax and pulled her mouth away. Immediately he started spurting and she turned her head to the side, feeling the splash of warm come on the side of her face.

"Next!" Tim called joyfully, and a new guy stepped in front of her, his clothes off and his dick already hard.

She hadn't looked at any of their faces. It didn't matter what they looked like. They had started out just as numbers to her, each one an addition to her tally. But now they had become something more--now she was trying to quench the searing heat that quivered through her body.

She willingly sucked them, but warned that they weren't to come in her mouth. It wasn't that she completely despised the idea, as she knew some women did--it was just she didn't want to be ill. She sucked, and she let them fuck her mouth when they wanted. She had never liked the feeling of being penetrated in the throat but it was doing it for her today. Each time one of them pushed roughly against her tonsils, the heat inside her spiked.

As she felt another one come on her bum, she felt the next guy settle into the empty position behind her. Was he the fourth? she wondered. As soon as he pressed into her she knew she would remember him. He was hung like a horse--not as big as Tim but he was able to push deeper into her than any of the others. As he did, this one clutched greedily at her swinging boobs, pinching her nipples. She felt the heat intensify, edging closer and closer to a climax...

But then he was done, pulling out of her and spraying wetness down the inside of her leg. He let out a long, slow groan and she recognised the boyish voice immediately. Jamie!

"I'm next," the guy in front of her said gruffly. She craned her neck to look up at him. It was one of the two who'd come along late, the one who'd made the comment about her being Indian. He scowled down at her when he noticed her looking up at him, then reached out and took hold of her head. He pressed his dick into her mouth and she sucked greedily.

She felt empty, waiting for someone else to fill her up from behind. But this guy had made his claim and would take her when he'd had enough of her mouth, she supposed--and no one wanted to challenge him.

Then he jumped around to her rear. He drove into her immediately, squeezing her hips tight.

She gasped.

He began to pound, roughly grabbing her and holding her still as he jack-hammered.

"Ooooooh," she moaned, the feeling rising inside her again, like a huge wave about to crash. This was good, but she didn't think he'd be able to keep it up very long.

His hands reached under and clutched at her breasts, squeezing the flesh and then pinching the nipples. Then his hands dropped back to her bum and slapped it firmly. Then he reached forward again and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling sharply.

Promising.

He bucked wildly, throwing all his weight behind his thrusts. "Take it, take it, take it," he muttered. "Take it you whore, you dirty filthy slutty whore."

Now she knew it was about to happen. The wave paused above her at an impossible height. She thrust back at him, wanting to feel how deep he could get inside her.

"Take it you filthy Paki cunt!" he growled.

The wave crashed upon her and her body shuddered as an intense orgasm ripped through her. At the same time, another feeling--this was like a bucket of ice water--hit her. Shock and disgust as she realised what he'd said. It was annoying but couldn't do anything against the hot power of the huge wave that had crashed through her. Her body shuddered and she cried out--a deep bestial sound.

There was commotion behind her, and as her body settled after the orgasm she realised what was happening: Jamie had heard what the guy had said and had grabbed and pulled him away from her, cursing. Sweet, sweet Jamie, she thought.

The other guys in the room jumped between the two of them, holding them apart.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Tim commanded to the room. He looked at Jamie and said: "Just calm down." Then he turned to the other guy: "What the fuck was that about, Nate? That shit isn't on."

He didn't provide any kind of defence--just looked down at the floor and muttered under his breath. Comically, she noticed that this interruption hadn't had any effect at all on his erection, which still pointed urgently towards her.

Tim looked at her now. "What do you want? Do you want him to leave?"

Isha considered for a moment, still feeling the throb of the orgasm that had rocked her. She had a quick count: she had added eight to her tally today, plus the one she had from New Year's Eve. She didn't need this guy.

But her pussy told her otherwise. Even as the last orgasm faded, the urgent heat within her began flaring again, asking for more. "I want him to fuck me," Isha said.

Jamie stomped out of the room like a toddler throwing a strop. The rest of the group stepped away as the guy came over to her again, a crooked smile on his face.

He reached out and took hold of her hips again, found the right position, and thrust into her in one motion. She grunted. He began that strong rocking motion again and his hands alternated between pulling her hair, slapping her bum, and groping her tits.

She began to moan. There was just something about this guy's rhythm, about the way he groped and pawed at her body, that just worked for her. She knew she would come again--if he managed to keep this going for a few minutes more, anyway.

He did. Her orgasm was even stronger and more intense than the last. This time she was able to savour the feeling. She moaned and sighed. She felt him pull out and rush around to her face, holding his dick.

Instinctively, still buzzing with the orgasm, she reached out and took his dick and placed it into her mouth. She sucked as he began to spurt, then gobbled and swallowed it down.

He beamed down at her.

"That's it now," she told him, looking back up at him with narrowed eyes. "Get the fuck out of my house." He reeled as if slapped and opened his mouth to protest but Isha cut him off before he could even begin. "I mean it. Get out." She looked around at the rest of the room. "You guys can have round two if you like, but only when this guy is gone."

"Off you go then, Nate," Tim said. "Looks like we'll see you after the game."

Nate's face creased angrily. He wasn't planning on taking orders from Tim--or from her. His eyes widened as he looked around the room, seeing the three other stony-faced men--naked, horny, and clearly not prepared to have him ruin the rest of the afternoon for them--and his anger softened. He flushed slightly.

"Yeah, I better get going," he said. He collected up his bundle of clothes, quickly dressed, and then left. The rest of the group didn't take their eyes off him until he was out of sight.

#

And so they lined up and round two began.

Isha found she had run out of energy not long after it started. She flipped over and lay on her back now. She pushed away the first guy who tried to go for her mouth: her jaw was burning with pain and there was no way she could continue with that. She let them come to her one at a time and take their turn missionary. When they came, they pulled out and left a little puddle of spunk on her stomach, which she wiped away with the bedsheet so that she was fresh for the next in line.

As each one finished, he grabbed his clothes and got dressed.

None of them got anywhere close to inciting the heat in her again. There was no chance she would come again.

Tim was last. He hadn't undressed like the others: simply unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his trousers and underwear down around his ankles. He hobbled over to her and lined up his monster cock. She braced herself as he entered, but it wasn't painful at all. He smiled awkwardly as he pressed into her.

She just lay there as he had his way. She could've been dead. He heaved and humped on top of her, his hands reaching out and taking hold of her breasts as he did. It took seven or eight minutes, but eventually, his face contorted and he began to groan. His hands clasped at the tops of her legs.

Isha jerked and pulled away from him, realising he would have come inside her if she hadn't. She glared angrily at him but he didn't seem to notice.

He stood up straight, pulled up his trousers, and re-assembled his clothing. "That was really good," he said. "We've all enjoyed ourselves, and I'm really sorry about Nate."

Nate was the only one who'd made her come, but she understood his point and she nodded.

"I know you said this was a one-time deal but if you ever fancy doing it again, you know my number."

Isha nodded again.

"I'll see myself out." Tim turned and disappeared out of the room.

Isha slumped back on the bed, exhaustion weighing her down completely. She was tired and sore. Her pussy had been pounded for nearly four hours continuously. Her mouth and jaw had been sucking on one dick or another for three-quarters of that time. Her throat was bruised and ached. She felt dirty and soiled. Her body was sticky from a combination of sweat and semen.

At least it was over now.

She pulled herself into a sitting position. The biggest surprise, she thought to herself, was how much she had actually enjoyed it. She smiled. She thought back to that moment when she realised she was going to give in to them; when she realised that wanking and sucking a group of strangers was making her hotter than she ever could have imagined and she finally just told them they could fuck her. The relief and excitement that had been on their faces as she'd said it. She swelled with pride at the memory; the proud look on their faces when they knew she was going to let them have what their bodies craved.

She smiled. She felt a stirring of horniness brewing inside her and she shook her head at herself. She'd have expected this experience to put her off sex for a year at least, but somehow she knew she and Lewis were going to have a lot of fun tonight. Her smile widened at the thought of telling him what she'd done. He would find out he'd lost the bet but he would be so horny thinking about her antics. She knew she would have to recount the whole episode for him tonight in bed, from start to finish.

She stripped and changed the bedsheets and opened the windows to air the room. Then she jumped in the shower. She soaped and scrubbed thoroughly, and spent a long time just standing under the hot water, letting it cleanse her. When she stepped out, she felt refreshed and invigorated.

She went into the bedroom, dried herself quickly, and threw on her fluffy dressing gown. Her hair was still damp but she would let it dry naturally tonight.

It was nearly five o'clock and she knew Lewis would be home soon. She wandered downstairs.

It was only at this point that it occurred to her that she had let a bunch of strangers into her house. Complete strangers--including one had shouted racist obscenities as he’d grabbed and choked her. And yet she hadn't checked they'd even left after they'd walked out of the bedroom. They could have stolen everything from the house while she was upstairs showering and whistling to herself.

She rushed down into the living room, her eyes scanning quickly: the TV was still there, her laptop was still tucked into one corner, Lewis's iPad was still on the coffee table. Nothing appeared to have been disturbed.

She jumped as she turned towards the sofa.

Jamie. He was still here, slumped on the sofa, staring up at her with dark eyes.

"Jamie," she said.

"Mrs Martin," he uttered, almost spitting the words.

The two of them stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. She felt a compulsion to say something--anything. "I thought you'd left already."

Jamie shook his head slowly. "What the fuck was all that?"

She sighed and closed her eyes, not sure how to respond. She didn't know how to explain it to him, and now certainly wasn't the time.

"Does Mr Martin know about any of this?"

She bit her lip and shook her head. She didn't think it would make it better if she told him about their bet, or that she was planning to tell Lewis when he got home. She didn't think anything would make any of this more palatable for Jamie.

"I came down here to think about it all but nothing makes any sense!" Jamie fumed, sitting up straight on the sofa now. "I just don't get it."

Isha looked away from him.

"They all got to fuck you again, didn't they? After I came down here?" He looked at her with distaste and confusion in his eyes. He was disgusted with her.

She nodded at him.

He jumped to his feet, angry now. "I just don't fucking get this! What is going on?"

He stepped towards her now and she flinched back. Her eyes flicked up to his, alarmed, and then she looked back down at her feet again. She didn't offer an answer.

He glared at her and folded his arms, as if signifying that he would stay like that until she came up with something.

"I've never heard you swear before," she said finally.

"I've never seen you naked before!" he scoffed. "I've never seen you naked, on all fours, begging to be spit-roasted by a bunch of random guys!"

She looked up and met his eyes again.

"I've never seen you suck dick before, let alone that many of them. I've never--I've never--" He stopped. His eyes, which had been fixed on hers, now drifted, looking first at her damp hair spilling down her back, then down at her fluffy white dressing gown. He saw that she had just showered.

She could see his brain ticking, something deep inside telling him that she was standing in front of him almost completely naked.

A few hours ago, he'd have clammed up in this position, completely swallowed by awkward shyness; now his eyes too seemed to gobble up the sight of her. An eerie smile played at the corners of his mouth. He stepped forward again, almost nose to nose with her. His hand reached out and cupped the side of her face. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. He pulled away a few seconds later. "I've wanted to do that forever," he said.

She felt herself melting for him. She knew he had liked her--she'd always denied it when Lewis teased her, but it had been obvious. Today must have been such turmoil for him. He hadn't known what was happening.

Suddenly, his hands were on the top of her shoulders and pushing her down. She dropped to her knees, still looking up at him. "I never got to feel your mouth," he told her, and began scrabbling with his jeans.

Isha smiled up at him. She took hold of his meat as soon as he freed it. It was big. She remembered when he had first penetrated her with this thing--she had known right away it was something special. Looking at it now, she guessed maybe nine inches. And thick. As she clasped the shaft, she found her fingers could barely meet around the girth. He definitely would have made her come, she thought. He wasn't as long as Tim, but she had barely felt Tim's when he entered her at the end: this one had seemed to stimulate her whole pussy at once.

Thinking back to that, she found now that she wanted to suck him off. She leaned in and began to lick it tentatively, building up to the moment when she opened wide and took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

Not nearly enough, she thought. She stretched wider and tried again, almost managing this time to stuff the whole thing into her throat. Better.

Jamie groaned and reached out his hands and placed them on either side of her head.

She smiled to herself and then did it again, pushing him inside all the way, feeling him at the back of her throat.

"Ahhh fuck!" Jamie said. He staggered backwards and fell onto the sofa. His eyes were half-closed, his face a testament to the pure ecstasy coursing through his nerve-endings.

Isha looked over at him and smiled, her eyes bright and lively. She could feel herself getting horny again. She shuffled over to him, closing the gap between them. She placed herself between his legs, dipped her head, and again began sucking him.

Jamie's hands immediately went to the back of her head, cradling. He let her suck for a few minutes and then his hands began to move--around to the front, sliding into the side of her dressing gown, groping at her boobs. Her nipples were rock hard and she could feel electrical pulses of excitement as he touched them.

He pulled the dressing gown wide open and lifted her head up. He looked down at her boobs, exposed now. "You're so fucking beautiful," he said.

She grinned at him, then started to thank him for the compliment--

--But suddenly he shoved her face back down to his cock. "Keep sucking it. Keep sucking my cock."

She opened wide and took all of him into her mouth. This time his hands weren't just cradling--they were pushing her down onto his dick, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her throat. She felt heat racing through her again.

Jamie began to thrust up at her now, fucking her face. There was a soft, wet squelching sound as he banged her throat.

Isha's hands were splayed on his thighs, but now one went wandering, first across his tight stomach and then down into her knickers. She was dripping wet. She began to fiddle with herself. She didn't know where this had come from. She had always liked to be manhandled a bit, but this was well beyond her usual comfort levels, way beyond anything she ever could have imagined she'd be into.

Jamie suddenly lifted her head and yanked her to one side. He stood up.

He's going to bend me over and fuck me, Isha thought, and wetness gushed from between her fingers at the thought.

But he leaned down, took hold of her, and moved her against the sofa, sitting her down so that her back was against it and craning her head backwards so it rested on the corner of the sofa. She looked up at him expectantly.

"I'm going to fuck your face," he said. "Properly. I'm going to absolutely destroy you."

There was another sudden gush between her fingers now. She nodded and opened her mouth and flicked furiously at her clitoris.

He leaned forward, holding his dick, aiming it down her throat. Once he was in, he began thrusting at her. His cock pressed at the back of her throat, pressing her head into the sofa. There was no way to escape. She moaned.

"It's soft and wet and amazing," he said to her. "And you love it, don't you, you slut?"

She tried to nod at him but he wasn't looking. He kept thrusting and pounding into her.

Suddenly she came, much harder than she had earlier. Her mouth widened even more and he managed to push deeper, grinding into her now.

"You slut, I'm gonna fucking come," he said, and began to pull away from her.

But she reached out and grabbed his buttocks, gripping, not letting him go. She rocked back and he fell forwards, all his weight on top of her face now, pressing right into her.

"Aaaaargh!" he shouted.

She barely noticed the first few squirts--just felt the warmth as the sticky liquid shot down her throat. Then he was pulling back and still coming, filling up her mouth.

She kept her lips locked around his cock and collected it all, every drop. She swallowed and slurped and worked her tongue across his shaft and to the head of his dick, cleaning every bit, taking every last bit of his semen.

He chuckled and then grabbed her hair and pushed her away. "You filthy slut," he said.

She licked her lips, enjoying the saltiness.

Then suddenly she looked up at the clock, five-thirty! "You better leave now!" she said suddenly. "Lewis will be home soon."

Jamie's eyes widened in alarm. He looked down at her again, naked under her dressing gown which had been thrown open; then at himself, naked from the waist down, his jeans and underwear discarded to one side. His eyes narrowed.

Maybe he wouldn't go, she thought to herself. Maybe he still wants to be here when Lewis shows up. He wants to see the look on Lewis's face when he walks in to find his wife in just a dressing gown and stinking of come, while Jamie stands there with his cock hanging out and a grin plastered on his face.

"Please, you have to go!" Isha begged.

His eyes narrowed further as he considered his choices. Finally, he reached for his jeans and underwear and began to put them back on.

"Thank you," Isha said. Once he was dressed, she led him to the front door and out. "I'll talk to you tomorrow or Monday, okay?"

Jamie looked back at her. He reached out a hand and touched the side of her face gently again, then dropped it down and slipped it inside the dressing gown. He found her breast and squeezed the nipple. Hard. "Yes, we'll talk Monday. That will give me time to figure out where we go from here."

And with that, he turned and was out the door. Isha shut and locked it behind him, wondering what exactly he'd meant by that last remark.

She let out a long, deep sigh, then went to the bathroom to clean herself up again.

 #

Lewis got home about half an hour later. Isha was sat in front of the TV, not really watching. She had changed into a pair of old tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

"Hey babe," he said and walked over and kissed her. She could see that his eyes were a little foggy from the drink, but not too bad.

"How was the game?" she asked.

"Smashed 'em," he beamed. "Knew we would." He disappeared into the kitchen, calling behind him as he went: "Not that he matters, but the kid had a blinder today too."

Isha smiled to herself.

"First half, hat-trick. Right foot, left foot, header. Perfect. Then another one in the second half. Told you he was special."

Isha froze. Four goals: that brought the kid up to...eleven? Which meant she'd still lost.

This couldn't be happening, she thought. Not after everything she'd been through today.

Lewis strolled back into the living room with a bottle of beer in his hand. He saw the pale shock plastered on her face. "Oh, sorry--did you want one?" he asked, holding his beer up for her.

She shook her head. "The kid scored four? So his total for the season is eleven?"

Lewis laughed. "Actually, I think they gave one of them as an own goal. Seems really unfair. Anyway, everyone who was there knows it was all him. He could've scored three or four more, to be honest. He absolutely obliterated them."

Isha sat up straight and looked at Lewis squarely. "So what was his final total for the season? Ten or eleven?"

"Ten, I suppose. At least I think so. Not that it matters as far as you're concerned!"

"It matters," Isha muttered to him. "I need to know the final number."

Lewis's brow furrowed and he took a sip of his beer. "Okay, I can check on BBC sport, if it matters to you?"

She nodded.

Lewis reached for his iPad and she held her breath as he began scrolling through it. She fancied he hesitated for a moment--probably as his eyes came across that sick story he had bookmarked, as he realised that it was almost time to cash in.

Isha felt sick. She had told herself all day that seven was the number she needed to reach; she had completely overlooked the fact that he was playing today and might extend that number. It turned out Isha had got lucky with Tim inviting the extra two guys, and with Jamie turning up unexpectedly.

But she might not have been lucky enough.

She looked up at the clock. They hadn't agreed on a specific time--only that today was the last day. If she needed to get one more, she supposed she would just have to get dressed and go out and get it.

Despite everything she’d already been through today, she felt a hot streak flash through her body at the thought.

"It's down as an own goal," Lewis confirmed. "He finished the season with ten."

Isha let out the breath she'd been holding, relieved. "So did you decide what I'd have to do if I lost the bet?" she asked now, smiling wide.

Lewis eyed her. "You seem pretty eager to hear about it."

"It doesn't really matter what you planned anyway," she said triumphantly. "I won!"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "How do you mean?"

"I mean, I won the bet."

"You scored more than ten?"

"Well, I equalled it. That was the deal, right?"

Lewis took a long drink of his beer. He looked back at her, confused. "You're going to have to explain what you're talking about."

"When you left this morning, I was losing. But I invited a bunch of guys around to the house today so that I could win."

He stared at her, his eyes wide and losing focus. "A...a bunch of guys?"

She nodded. "Well, two bunches. Three guys turned up first, then another three. Then the second lot had two other friends who turned up unexpectedly--luckily really, otherwise, I'd have still lost. I never really thought about the kid scoring goals in today's game. Silly mistake."

Lewis put his beer down and slumped back in the sofa. He raised a hand to his temple and rubbed it. "This isn't a joke?"

She shook her head. "No, of course not. I've changed the sheets and had a shower--I was a complete mess when they left."

"You had sex with eight guys today?"

"Yes. Though I didn't actually have sex with them all, just made them come. But Jamie was here too, which I didn't realise at first--"

"WHAT?!" He jumped up and shouted, his eyes staring down at her.

It would have been easy to mistake this for anger, but she had known Lewis long enough to know he wasn't angry--just frustrated, confused.

From the huge bulge at the front of his trousers, she could also see that he was horny.

She smiled and reached out a hand and softly stroked that bulge. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I've been such a naughty girl today and you missed it. I'll go slower and tell you all about it."

He nodded. "Yes, tell me everything from the beginning. I can't believe it."

"Come up to the bedroom and I'll tell you. And don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to talk with my mouth full." She stood up and led the way, still holding his bulging cock.

He followed with a docile grin splashed across his face.

#

She told him everything. She started with how she'd formed the plan and started finding people online. How she'd started talking to a bunch of different guys, narrowed it down to a couple, and told them she wanted to practise giving hand jobs. Then how the whole thing made her inexplicably horny and she ended up blowing Tim, then the others...and then she agreed to fuck them.

That's when he came the first time, and she giggled and licked his come off her hand.

He looked down at her, mesmerised. "Tell me the rest of it."

She described every detail--how they'd had her on all fours and taken turns to spit-roast her, how she wasn't even looking at them as they did it. Then how someone with a huge cock began to fuck her and it turned out to be Jamie, who had stumbled across what was happening.

Lewis got hard again at this bit and she chuckled. They were naked in bed together, and she reached across and began jerking him again.

She left out the bit about the guy who'd made her come when he called her "Paki"--there was no need to go into it, and she wasn't sure she was ready to think about all that herself yet--but she told him the rest. When they were done, they all fucked her again--except Jamie, who'd disappeared. Then after she'd cleaned up and she went downstairs, he had still been there, waiting for her.

"It was really weird," she told him. "It was like he was really upset, betrayed, but he was really horny at the same time. I think we need to watch out for him."

Lewis raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How's that?"

She shrugged. She wasn't sure. She was thinking back to when she'd finished blowing him and had told him to leave, that Lewis would soon be home. The darkness that had appeared in his eyes, as if he wanted there to be a confrontation.

"And you actually came? Three times?"

"Twice when they were spit-roasting me; once when Jamie was face fucking me."

"I didn't realise you like it rough."

She shrugged again. "I didn't realise either. Not like that."

"So what do you think Jamie's going to do? Blackmail you?"

"Maybe." But she had a feeling, if he did, it wouldn't be for money.

"Well, if you enjoyed it, I think you should go for it. Let him think he's got a hold over you, see what else he wants you to do."

"I think you're just thinking with this," she said, nodding down at his erect cock. Still, the idea sent a hot shiver through her body.

"The only thing I'm thinking right now is that I should be bending you over the way those other guys did today."

Isha smiled and crawled onto all fours, presenting herself to him.  

#

They made love twice more, then ended up lying in a heap on the bed, Isha embraced by Lewis's strong arms.

"I just can't believe it," he mused. "I knew you were naughty but yikes, this is way beyond anything I ever could have imagined."

"I think you're just upset you didn't win your bet."

He chuckled. "Trust me, just thinking about what you did makes up for it." He kissed her, then asked: "Have you thought about what the terms are now you're the winner?"

She nodded. Yes, she had thought about it. In fact, she knew exactly what prize she was going to claim.

"Oh, so are you going to tell me?"

She hesitated. "Well, I wouldn't want to scare you."

"Ooooh, now that sounds interesting." He pulled her tighter to him. "Come on, tell me what you've got in store. You want to be spit-roasted again, let me be a part of it this time? Or maybe you want something different--a woman? Or is it something you want to do to me--pegging, something like that?"

She laughed. "No, you're way off."

He looked puzzled. "Is it something new? Something weird? Something really filthy and despicable?"

She shrugged.

"Come on, tell me, honey. It's fine, honestly. We made the bet--anything you want, remember. Anything. There's no need to be ashamed or scared. Just say what it is."

"It's Frank," she blurted.

His eyes widened. "Frank?" He considered and she watched him come to terms with it. He had probably seen it hundreds of times with his best friend--women who said they didn't like him then suddenly jump at the chance to be with him. Though he, no doubt, never expected it from his wife... "It might be a bit weird. He's been my best friend forever. I don't even know how I'd start the conversation with him."

"You won't have to," she continued. "It'll be between me and Frank. I'm sure I'll be able to arrange it."

"So I'll...watch? Join in?"

Slowly, she shook her head. "You're not going to be involved at all. You won't know anything about it--not even when or if it happens. And Frank won't know anything about the bet, either. He won't know you're aware of any part of it."

Lewis's mouth suddenly felt very dry as he processed the idea. "Is this going to be a one-time thing or will there be repeat performances?"

Isha licked her lips slowly as she considered. "I don't know yet."

"Well, we did agree on anything," he said nervously.

"Yes, we did."

"But I mean, you're saying I'll never even know if it actually happens?"

"You'll never know. Ever."

He sighed. "Well, it's your terms I suppose. You won."

She smiled and kissed him again. Yes, she had. 

THE END