Rose never had a clue that her husband, Graham, wanted to share her. Although she admitted that once it happened, she recalled some instances that should have made her ask some questions. But she had a very sheltered upbringing and was naïve about the interests and fantasies others might harbour.

She had met Graham at a friend's party in the late 1980s. She was training to be a nurse and living in the nurses' hostel. They hit it off and, within weeks, talked about getting married. But men not being allowed in the nurses' hostel and his boarding with a very religious couple meant it was almost six months before they first slept together. It happened on a weekend in Blackpool, where they hardly left the bedroom for two days.  

After that first time, Graham questioned her about other men she had slept with and couldn't believe that he was her first. Astounded, he had asked if she was sorry she had never slept with another man and pressed her hard as to whether she wanted to sleep with another before they wed. Maybe she should have twigged then, especially when Graham said he would not mind if she did. But something like that was so far outside her life experience that she automatically shut her mind to what he was intimating. Their sex life had been good in those early years, but once the children came along, like most marriages, their sex life became routine and slowed to a dribble. They each had their side of the bed and seldom crossed over to the other's territory. They had become good friends and roommates.

Occasionally, Graham pressed her to do some outlandish acts, and as she thought convention required, she acted horrified and turned her back on his more extreme suggestions.

Once the children flew the roost, the divide that had grown between Graham and Rose was exposed. Rose went back to work. She had no trouble getting a job back at her old hospital. But as much had changed in the sixteen years she'd left the profession, June, a senior nurse, was assigned her as a mentor to bring her up to date with current practices.

June was older than Rose, but they got on famously and began meeting up on their days off. One day, June challenged Rose to a game of squash. Being eight years younger, Rose thought she would run rings around her friend. But the older woman thrashed her, and over a coffee, June convinced her to join her cross-fit gym and get herself back in shape. Rose shed some unwanted pounds in the following weeks and began to feel good about herself. She began updating her wardrobe with clothes she would have never worn previously.

June had been divorced for almost two years and was dating again. When they met away from the hospital, June loved to tell her raunchy stories about what she got up to on her dates. These had Rose re-evaluating her judgmental beliefs about sex. June was incredibly sexually active and, over a coffee, one day bragged she had dated three men that week and slept with two of them. The only reason she hadn't slept with the third was she really fancied the guy, who was a real catch.

When Rose asked what that had to do with anything, June explained, "All men love a slut, but they don't marry sluts. Well, not many do. So, I want to hold out and see how serious Max is. Maybe, heaven forbid, I'm ready to marry again."

June's stories, and those she heard the young nurses talking about on their breaks, had Rose contemplating how bland her and Graham's marriage had become. Realising that she and Graham needed to make time to work on their relationship, she began sharing some of June's stories with Graham. They began to talk about their sex life and agreed they should try to inject some passion back into their life. Graham pushed her to give him more details about what June had gotten up to the night before. Rose was very reluctant to rat out her friend but gave a brief account of June's having sex in a restaurant's toilet with a guy she had only met that night. Graham unzipped his trousers and began playing with himself. Rose was shocked but turned on, and when Graham saw this, he took her to bed and opened his notebook at a website he belonged to. He got her to read an erotic story out to him, while he began playing with himself again.

Halfway through, Graham dragged her into a top and tail position, and they mutually brought each other off. Afterwards, Rose collapsed beside Graham and closed her eyes, intending to go to sleep. But Graham began reading the rest of the story to her, and as he read, she found herself getting horny again. They had the fuck of a lifetime. Rose was sure that was the first time she had climaxed twice in a night, and couldn't wait to tell June about it the next day.

In the following weeks, Rose read various stories from the site. And any she liked, she re-read with Graham, which always led to heated sex, usually with them playing out the scenario from the story. Her favourite stories were exhibitionist, voyeur, or reluctance. Whereas Graham always chose threesomes, group sex, or loving wives. These were much harder to re-enact, and that was when she learned that Graham wanted to watch her with another man. They discussed finding someone at length, but she knew she could never let that happen, and although it upset her to see his disappointment, Rose was adamant she could never go with another man.

One of the more out there adventures occurred when Rose related overhearing a young nurse tell her friend about letting her boyfriend fuck her in the arse and how much she had enjoyed it. She let Graham pop her anal cherry that night, and surprisingly, she rather enjoyed the experience.

Another day, they had gone to the park for a picnic. Graham wouldn't let her wear any knickers, and she let him frig her off with people walking past. It was a cold day. Graham sat with his back to a tree. She sat between his legs and leaned back into him. They covered themselves with a car rug, and he lifted her dress to her waist. With one hand fondling a breast, his other hand frigged her pussy until she came. Many people were walking past, and one man looked directly at her as she came. She whipped her legs wide apart, hoping the rug might lift and let him see what was happening. But, disappointedly, he showed no reaction and carried on past. Still, it turned her on so much that they hurried home and made love on the kitchen table. It was a revelation to them both that she was an exhibitionist, and after that, Graham would frequently look for situations to exploit her newfound passion.

Over the summer months, they took weekend breaks away to the coast. With Rose working, they had the money to splurge on these adventures. One weekend, they went to Cornwall and found a spot to skinny dip in the surf.

Another weekend, they returned to Blackpool and booked the room where they had first made love. After dinner on a Saturday night, Graham had lured her out onto the balcony, wearing nothing but her blouse. He had bent her over the railing and taken her from behind. People were walking on the street below them, and even though if they had looked up, they would have seen little more than her head and shoulders, the experience brought on an intense, fast orgasm. The experience got even better in that Graham did not come and continued to fuck her. Just when she was about to come for the second time, they heard a door open and found the businessman from the next room stepping out onto his balcony to have a fag. With a squeal of embarrassment, Rose dragged Graham back into their room. Getting caught turned her on more than she ever imagined, and she rolled Graham onto his back and rode him until they both exploded.

Afterwards, Graham threatened to knock on the guy's door and fetch him back to fuck her. She abjectly refused. He gave up only when she convinced him she would lock him out in the corridor if he left the room.

——

In October, the Liverpool vs. Chelsea match was on at Anfield. They had been to many of Liverpool's games over the years, as Anfield was within walking distance from their home. Graham had tried to get some tickets, but they were sold out within minutes of going on sale, so, disappointedly, they resigned themselves to watching the game at home.

However, the week before the match, Graham came home and said his mate, Bruce, had invited them to his place to watch the game with some of his friends. Rose was not over the moon about this as she knew she'd be seated next to Bruce's wife, Maureen. And she knew that Maureen, not at all interested in football, would talk through the game. Graham convinced Rose to go, saying he would sit with her and not let Maureen interrupt the game. He also told her that Bruce had a new 85" TV and would be ordering Pizza afterwards so that they could make a night of it.

Bruce was Graham's best mate, but they didn't often go out with the couple, as Bruce's wife was a bit aloof. She had some fancy job in the city and looked down on all the other wives. Also, Rose was always wary of Bruce. She liked him, maybe even fancied him a little, but he was always so forward with her and said shocking things to make her blush. And Rose ensured she never got caught alone with him, as he was very free with his hands. He had given her bum and her tit a quick squeeze on many occasions over the years. She had stopped getting upset about his behaviour, as when she reacted, he just roared with laughter. And when she complained to Graham, he laughed as hard as Bruce had and said he wished he'd seen him.

—— 

The morning of the game, Rose booked into her hairdresser's to have her hair done and put aside her favourite skirt and blouse to wear. She wanted to dress up and show off her new trim gym figure, having noted that Maureen had gained weight over the winter. 

Rose knew she was being a bitch, but didn't care. She'd often heard Maureen's scathing remarks about other wives and was sure the snobby bitch had slagged her plenty of times in the years when they didn't have the money to splurge on new clothes, etc.

The game was on the TV at 3:00 in the afternoon, so they decided to head over to Bruce's place at 2:00. Rose spent the last hour getting herself ready. Graham sat on the bed, making suggestive comments and pushing her to wear no panties to the game. When she slipped her jeans off to put on her best clothes, he tried to get her onto the bed for a quickie. Rose fought him off and kicked him out of the room.

But feeling aroused by his attentions, she went to her underwear drawer and pulled out a crotchless panty set Graham had bought her some weeks before. She stripped and donned each steamy piece, excited by the thought of him finding what she had dared to wear amongst their friends when they returned home later that night.

She threw a coat over her shoulder, knowing it would be dark when they returned home. It was a short walk to Bruce's house. He lived one street away, but they didn't need to walk around the block as they had a shortcut through their back fence onto Bruce's street.

Bruce met them at the door and, as usual, flirted, told her she was beautiful, and thanked her for getting dressed up, especially for him. He led them down to his basement games room. She'd been down there at several of his parties, but saw the room had recently been renovated. Half the room was carpeted now, and a sofa and armchairs were set out in front of his new TV. The other half was much the same, just freshly painted, but the bar looked to be new.

Three men were seated with beers in their hands. She knew none of them, and as they rose to welcome her, she noticed no other women present. Rose chided herself for not asking who was coming. She had naturally assumed it would be their usual group of friends.

Rose turned to Bruce, "Where is Maureen?"

"You know she hates football. She's visiting a work college and wants me to phone her when everybody has left."

Bruce began introducing her to the three men, telling her they were guys he played darts with at their local. Graham left for the kitchen, saying he'd get them a drink. Rose saw the look he gave the men and realised he knew them all and had known there would not be any other women present.

 Before she could fully compute this, Joe, a fifty-year-old construction worker, stood and shook her hand. He was a stocky, rugged individual, but he gave her a warm smile and commented on Bruce having told them all how beautiful she was. His accent told her he was South African. Then Joe leaned in and growled in her ear that Bruce's description hadn't done her justice. She knew he was all bullshit but was flattered by his compliments, which somewhat dulled down her annoyance with Graham. 

The second to take her hand was a Jamaican guy called Zak. He kissed her fingers and murmured how stunning she looked. She felt a twinge of excitement when his lips brushed against her hand, the contrast in their skin colours making her slightly embarrassed. The third guy was introduced as Neil, a handsome blond guy who was the youngest of them all. She would find out later that he was twenty-eight, so twelve years younger than her. She had initially thought he was younger.

Bruce motioned for her to join him on the couch, and she sat very cautiously, keeping her legs together and holding the hem of her skirt, mortified that one of the men would catch a glimpse of her crotchless panties. She felt herself getting wet. Graham, you bastard, Rose muttered to herself. She would have worn jeans and a T-shirt if she'd known Maureen would not be present. 

Graham returned from the kitchen with a beer and handed her a Gin and Tonic. She gave him a filthy look, but he just grinned at her. The G&T was strong, and Rose briefly thought he was trying to get her drunk. But even then, she didn't have an inkling the guys might have had ulterior motives.

Rose joined in the conversation in the lead-up. All were impressed by Rose's knowledge of the players and quickly accepted her as one of the boys. Once the game kicked off, the atmosphere became more boisterous. The usual banter was being thrown around about how useless so-and-so was. Some of it was pretty crude, helped by the drink, they were all knocking back. But nothing she hadn't heard a million times before,

During an injury break, Bruce got up and came back with more drinks. Rose's G&T was even stronger. She complained and asked for more tonic, but Bruce just waved her off, saying it would put hairs on her chest, and if she couldn't handle it, there was plenty of tonic in the kitchen. She knew if she stood, she'd likely expose her spicy knickers and that Bruce would grab her arse. So she stayed where she was, took a sip, and turned her attention back to the game.

Halftime came. Liverpool was ahead, so everyone was buzzing. Joe and Graham went to use the loo. Bruce told Rose it was her turn to fetch the beers, and he would come and help her.

"I'm not going near the kitchen with you, nor having another of your over-strength concoctions." She snapped.

Zak jumped up and said he would help her. He held out his hand to pull her up from the couch. Zak made Rose scull the last of her G&T in the kitchen, saying he only filled empties. He told her to get five beers from the fridge while he mixed her a new one. With the beers in hand, she watched him mix her drink. She was pleased to see he had only put a small amount of Gin in the glass and asked if that was enough. She nodded and made a comment about one of the players who missed a pass. Grinning, Zak waved a finger at her, "You mustn't put my favourite player down."

The size of his forefinger brought an image of the huge black guy in the video she and Graham had watched the week before. And she inadvertently looked down at Zak's crotch to check out his bulge. He caught her looking, and she tried to stammer out an apology.

"It's Okay," he laughed. "Lots of ladies check me out to see if the stereotype fits. I won't tell the others if you don't mention that I've been perving on your sweet titties all afternoon."

Rose was embarrassed. But Zak tapped his nose and said they were co-conspirators and would look after one another. She followed him into the lounge, feeling warm and elated. She realised she needed to slow down on the drink as she was probably on the way to getting drunk.

The second half kicked off, and she was so engrossed in the game that it took a minute to realise Graham had cupped her right breast and was gently kneading her nipple. She pushed his hand away, but he moved it back, whispering in her ear that no one was watching. But Bruce was, and he whispered for Rose to show him her jugs.

This time, when she tried to push Graham's hand away, he wouldn't budge and began tweaking her tender nipples. Then he began to unbutton her blouse, "Show the guys some more cleavage. They are all dying to see you."

Rose looked up and found that all the guys' eyes were on her. And their eager, longing looks brought a flush to her face and a warm moist reaction in her pussy.

"Only two buttons then," and she let go of Graham's hand to take a big gulp of her drink.

However, Graham didn't stop at just two; he kept going, and before she could move to stop him, he had pulled the blouse apart, exposing her lacy bra. She was about to erupt, but she saw Zak smiling in approval and mouthing that he wanted to see more. 

Aware that her nipples had hardened and were clearly visible through the translucent material of the lacy bra. She was shocked to find how turned on she was by being exposed.

She turned to Graham, intending to tell him 'enough', and for him to watch the game. But he reached behind her head and pulled her in for a delicious kiss that made her sigh. She felt Bruce undo the clasp on her bra and reach around to grab one of her released mounds. She could see in her peripheral vision that the other men had returned their attention to watching the game, oblivious to what Graham and Bruce were doing. 

Rose tried to grab their hands and stop them, but Bruce began nibbling on her ear, "You have the most beautiful jugs. I've always wanted to grope them." 

'Oh shit', she thought. Her ears and nipples were her most sensitive areas, and she was fast losing control. Still, she attempted to resist, only to find that neither man would let her go. Graham whispered for her to relax, that he was letting her experience one of her exhibition fantasies. 

Rose did not stop entirely from fighting them, but the feelings they were generating were lowering her resolve by the second. She closed her eyes, not wanting them to see how aroused she was, and eased back into the couch, trying to relax. 

Then she was jerked back to reality as hands began to move up her legs. Vicky clamped her legs together and squeezed her eyes closed harder, somehow resigning that if she couldn't see, then it might not be happening. She opened her mouth to complain, but Graham pressed his mouth to hers again, muffling her squealed protest.

She grabbed at the stroking hands, wanting to stop them from reaching the bare skin above her stocking tops. Panicking about them finding she was wearing crotchless panties. But her reaction just enabled Bruce and Graham to pull her bra off, allowing her swollen, sensitised globes to drop free.

Graham gripped her tight. "Just relax. Have some fun. This is no different from all the other games we have played over the last few months."

'Oh Graham', she thought. This is very different from the games they had played in their bedroom. As the two sets of hands pulled her legs apart, a primeval urge to be taken consumed her, and she knew any resistance was pointless. Capitulating, Rose slumped back and let them spread her legs. 

Graham, feeling her resistance slacken, dropped his head and sucked her rock-hard nipple. She felt her other nipple receive the same treatment, Bruce, she surmised, but didn't raise a hand to stop him, as she had bigger problems. A long fat finger had found the opening in her panties and had plunged deep into her sopping wet pussy. 

When Graham heard her muffled groan, he drew back. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Why are you letting them do this to me? It's not right."

"I've wanted to watch you getting fucked for years. It's been my favourite fantasy. Will you do it for me?"

Rose wanted to voice her concerns about what this would do to their marriage, but she was too concerned that it would open a book of worms she was not ready to face, so she kept quiet and tried to relax.

Bruce felt her capitulation and bossed Zak out of the way. She realised that she had known it was Zak's finger giving her such pleasure. No one else would have fingers that long.

"Move aside," Bruce ordered. "I've been dreaming of fucking this tramp for years."

Rose felt Bruce grip her legs, draw her bum to the edge of the couch, and take her with one hard thrust. He exclaimed loudly to the group, "She's as wet as a fish. Joe replied in his broad yarpie twang, "Fuck the slut hard for us, mate."

Rose cringed at their filthy language but found that it was turning her on. And just as she felt her arousal building fast, Bruce let out a loud groan and ejaculated.

'Fuck, that was far too fast'. Rose desperately needed release. She'd never felt a climax build so quickly. But her anxiety was out to rest as Joe muscled his way in front of the others and lifted her from the couch. He turned her so her arms dangled over the sofa back, splayed her legs so she was at the right height, and plunged into her from behind.

Joe was not gentle. She didn't care. It was not a situation for tender love, this was a time to be fucked, and she bucked her hips back onto his thrusting loins just as hard as he was pummeling her. He didn't last much longer than Bruce. But she was so aroused she climaxed before him and had to grit her teeth together to handle the intense waves of sensitivity that were causing her to writhe and jerk as Joe plunged his way to his own climax. 

When Joe came, he bellowed like a cape buffalo and collapsed onto the couch. Rose rolled away and collapsed onto Graham, who had sat beside them, playing with himself while the two men had fucked her. She felt his hard shaft trapped between them and lifted, thinking she might hurt him. But Graham held her, dragged her head around and kissed her. Telling her she had made his night.

Zak stepped up, "You going to fuck her? I'm fucking horny, man."

"No," Graham responded. "You take her. I'll have her when we get home."

Rose was not sure if she should be annoyed by Graham's response, as it made her sound like a piece of meat and wasn't even there. But she decided to let it go, happy that Graham was letting her be fucked by this huge Jamaican. Because she realised, she had wanted Zak since she first saw him.

Zak lifted her from Graham's knee as if she weighed little more than a feather. He held her close and whispered, "I'm going to love you like you have never been loved before, girl."

His deep, husky voice sent pleasant vibrations buzzing in her head. Rose caught her breath in anticipation as Zak laid her on the coffee table. Some time since she had had her breasts exposed to them all, cushions had been placed on it, with a double cushion at one end, raising her hips ready for his assault. Rose didn't need to be told to open her legs. She threw them wide and marvelled at the sight of his healthy erection. It wasn't as big as the one she'd seen in the sex tape, but it was larger than Graham's, and she licked her lips in anticipation. 

When Zak thrust into her, Rose bit her lip to stop moaning. She was embarrassed the men would see how willing she was. Neil and Bruce fell to their knees alongside her and began caressing her body, concentrating on her tits. She looked to see what Graham was making of all this and saw he was still seated on the couch alongside a very buggered-looking Joe. Graham was red-faced and holding his prick. She knew he was trying to hold back from ejaculating. She'd seen that look on his face many times. 

Zak was in no hurry. He eased in and out slowly, savouring her pussy. Rose beckoned Graham over. And as he drew close, she grabbed his bum and pulled him into her mouth.

"I'm going to cum," he rasped.

She released him for a second, "Cum then, I don't mind," and then drew him back into her mouth.

His hesitation was due to the fact that she had never let him ejaculate in her mouth before. But she sucked hungrily, letting him know she wanted it. And he only lasted two thrusts before ejecting what seemed like a cupful of his hot seed.

Rose was surprised to find she didn't mind the taste. It was slightly salty and alkaline in flavour, but not bad. At that moment, she knew he was not the last she would taste that night, and she wondered if they would all taste the same.

She got the surprise of the night when Zak kissed her. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth and happily pushed Graham's mess around. The Jamaican was as turned on as she was and began fucking her with abandon. All too soon, she felt another orgasm building. 

Rose threw away all caution. To hell with what the guys might think of her. She yelled for Zak to fuck her, as she was going to cum again. Zak began thrusting his long black shaft in between her gyrating loins. She tried to mould her body to him, wanting as much contact with his body as she could get. It must have been a real spectacle as the others all sat back and watched. Joe had called her a slut. Well, now everyone, including Rose, knew she was. And she found that the realisation turned her on even more, and suddenly, she was hit with the biggest orgasm she had ever experienced. Complaining that he was coming too soon, Zak exploded, rolled off and sank to the floor.

Rose was to have no rest. Neil was onto her in a flash. She accepted him without offering any resistance. She was on a roll now and didn't care who, where, or when. Like the others, he didn't last long. But as soon as he finished, Bruce mounted her again, and this time he lasted much longer.

Eventually, they all rested and grabbed more beers from the fridge. Rose felt awkward sitting naked among the men and asked to use the shower so she could have a moment to herself. When she returned to the lounge, wrapped only in a towel, she sat by Graham and asked if she should get dressed.

"No, you're good as you are. Bruce has ordered Pizza. They should be here any minute."

Ten minutes later, the front doorbell rang. No one moved. Bruce turned and handed Rose his card. "It's your job to fetch the pizzas."

"I can't go dressed like this," she cried.

"Of course, you can," he said, pulling her up and walking her out into the hall.

Rose tried to rewrap the towel so it covered more of her. Bruce opened the front door and pushed her forward. The delivery person was female, and she looked startled for a second. Then a knowing, lewd look washed over her face. Rose knew the girl had just twigged what had been going on. Rose swiped the card, and Bruce pulled the towel away as the girl turned to leave.

Rose fled back into the lounge, straight into Joe's arms, and found he was hard again. She had no idea how often or in what order they took her in the next couple of hours. But some of the time, she was being skewered from both ends and took more than one load in her mouth. 

She was surprised when Neil and Joe kissed her and said they had to go. She looked at Graham and found him holding out her clothes, indicating they should also leave.

"It's almost 10:00," he informed her. "Bruce needs to call Maureen and tell her it's clear for her to come home. 

Rose murmured that she didn't know if she could walk all the way. Zak stepped over and offered to drive them around the block. She looked at Graham, not knowing if he would want Zak to know where they lived. But Graham was smiling and accepting Zak's offer.

Rose sat in the back seat of Zak's car, her mind racing. The drive from Bruce's house to her own took less than five minutes, but it seemed a lifetime with her struggling to come to grips with what she had just done. 

What did Graham think of her? Would he want her to do it again? Did she want to do it again? She decided she did. The orgasms she had had were amazingly intense, and to never experience those again was not an option. Had she hurt anyone? Maybe her marriage. What would other people think? No one must ever know. She thought about each man that she had slept with that night, all had sworn never tell another soul. Could she trust them? So it really came back to what Graham thought.

Zak pulled up in their driveway. Rose leapt out and ran to their front door. She had the key in her hand and wondered how it had gotten there. Graham rushed in behind her, worried about her sudden flight. He guided her towards the couch and pulled her down beside him.

"Are you Okay?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I feel I should be acting disgusted and ashamed. But I feel nothing," she forced herself to look him in the eye. "What do you feel?"

"Right at this minute, concern for you. But if you're asking what I felt about the night, I have a thousand conflicting emotions, as I'm sure you have. It was the most exciting and aroused that I have ever been in my life. There were some real jealous moments, especially when I saw how turned-on you were with Zak. Also, how will Bruce be with me now? He was struggling to look me in the eye when we left. What about you? Do you want to do that again?"

Rose sat still. Quietly processing all he had just said, then, "Do you want me to do it again?"

"You answer first."

Rose sat silently contemplating. One minute, two, three, then looked at Graham.

"I have an analogy that should give you some answers as to my state of mind..... A young girl was raised in a weird, strict religious family. She was taught that music was the work of the devil. No radios, TV, or musical instruments were allowed in the home. She heard snippets of music at school, in shops, etc. She found it tantalising and tempting, but always found the strength to close her mind to its seductive attraction.

In her late teens, she met a teacher different from any she had met before. He tempted her with the lure of music, but she resisted him for several months. They decided they wanted to be together forevermore and went on a holiday together. In the room alone for the first time, he opened a case and brought out a violin. She resisted but knew that playing music with your life partner was condoned. So she took up the violin and began to play. She was a natural. She took to it straight away. The music they played that weekend was amazing. So good that she picked up that violin several times that weekend and every chance she got in the years that followed.

But there had to be a bit of the devil in the teacher because he started to introduce new instruments. Violas, cellos, double bass. She reluctantly tried them, aware she was flying very close to the sun and knowing the devil was trying to tempt her. The teacher also tried to get her to play even more lewd instruments, clarinets, saxophones, and bassoons, but she told him no. She shut him down and told him she never would. Slowly, their music was replaced by other activities. Gardening took up much of their free time, and they turned every part of the backyard into planters for varieties of flowers and forgot about the music.

Twenty years later, once the family had flown the roost, she pulled out the dusty old violin. She and the teacher tried making new music. At her work, she began hearing what instruments others liked to play, asked the teacher if he still had the cellos and violas, and even sampled a clarinet. The devil was still waiting in the wings, but she felt strong enough to resist him and cautiously experimented with more tunes.

One day, the teacher told her about a gardening show that was to be held at the local convention centre. It was being held indoors because of the inclement weather. She should have asked more questions, as she knew very well this was where the symphony orchestra played. But she trusted the teacher and never thought anything could go amiss at such a respectable venue.

They walked into the foyer, and she feasted her eyes on the beautiful flower arrangements. Caught up in the crush of people, they were led to their seats. Still, she didn't catch on. Then she looked down at the stage and saw the orchestra assembling. She wanted to run, but the teacher held her tight and wouldn't let her move. Music wafted over her, and her body began to tune into the cacophony of musical instruments.

The first piece they played was a revelation to her. It didn't last very long, but was surprisingly satisfying. The following piece was aggressive, dangerous, even violent. But the pain of the music released emotions she had never experienced before."

Graham whispered, "Joe."

Rose nodded and indicated he was to remain silent. "The woman found the music so stirring that she reached a climax and wanted to rest. But the instruments carried on, harder and faster, until they reached a crescendo, then dropped away to silence. The silence was broken by a dark man playing a flute to the throb of drums. It was Ravel's Bolero. This dark man was undoubtedly the devil, who everyone knew was black. She tried to resist the burning passions his flute was engendering in her core but was lost. And when he changed instruments and brought out his bassoon, she climaxed. It didn't stop; other instruments joined in the variations: oboes, piccolos, and French horns, all playing to the beat of a snare and bass drum. She didn't care if it was the devil. She was lost in a turbulent, frantic orgasm of ecstasy. As the haunting melody reached its peak, and she wanted to collapse, a quick, delightful little number started. It had her toes tapping and her fingers thrumming on the armrests.

From there, the music blurred into one continuous tantalising series of climaxes and dreamy, exquisite calms. She had no idea how many times she listened to each instrument. Several times, she thought she was falling into an abyss. Each time, she looked to her side and found the teacher watching over her. He held her hand and whispered that he would stay and ensure no harm came to her. She trusted him and knew she would be safe forever while he stayed at her side. Abruptly, the symphony ended, and her teacher whisked her away home.

In their lounge, the teacher asked if she was alright and how she felt. She did not know what answer he wanted her to give. He asked if she had enjoyed the symphony. The woman acknowledged she had, but again, she wondered if she was meant to answer yes or no. She had the feeling he was going to give her an ultimatum. Her father always warned her that you get nothing for nothing in this life. There is always a hook. Remember, the largest fish is the quickest to identify the hook and sort out a way to avoid it. Always look for the hook, he would warn her when she left the house. This had her wondering what the teacher wanted. Was he going to tell her she could only play the violin for him from now on? Or would he say she could only go to the symphony again if she played the violin with him when he demanded? Or was he going to say it was the violin or the symphony that she couldn't have both?"

Rose collapsed back on the couch, exhaustion finally catching up with her.

"Wow!" Graham exclaimed. "That would have taken me days to put together. I don't know how you composed that in a few minutes. My only question is that your parents were not that religious."

"Oh yes, they were. They didn't belong to any church, but they indoctrinated me into their set of beliefs. I wish my mother weren't dead, I'd really like to ask why she was so screwed up about sex. I guess she must have had a terrible experience. And I wonder if she ever told or talked with anyone about it."

"Right, well, first of all, I will never stop you from playing the violin. Second. Yes, I would like to take you to another symphony, but I think we both need to talk a lot before we should try again. Although I had planned the night with Bruce, it did not go as we had thought. We did not think it would go much past getting you to show us your tits. I wanted to expose you to your exhibitionist tendencies. We did not anticipate Zac being some bloody sexual magician or Joe being such an animal."

"Do we go to bed now? Do you want me after what I have done?"

"God, yes! Look at me. I'm as hard as a rock, and I've already whacked myself off twice tonight." He gripped his shaft through his pants, showing her the outline of his erection.

Rose stood, pulled him from the couch, and led him to their bedroom.

"I want to have a shower."

"You don't have to."

"Yes, I do. I want to wash what happened away, and it should be only you and me in our bed. That will be my one stipulation. We never share our bed with another man. Our bedroom is just for you and me."

They made love. Rose didn't climax but did not care. She was just too exhausted. But she did feel a sense of elation when she brought Graham to his third climax of the night. That, and the fact he still wanted her, was as good as an orgasm.

She woke the next morning with the sun pouring through the small window to the left of the bed. Graham had crawled down the bed and was sucking her toes. For the sun to be coming through that window told her it had been up for three or four hours. She had slept so soundly that she remembered nothing after curling into Graham's back the night before. It had to be the longest and best she had ever slept. And she felt fantastic and alive.

Seeing she was awake, Graham crawled up the bed and nuzzled into her abused muff. Rose told him no, "I'm still dirty." 

He replied he didn't care and ate her to an incredible orgasm. They made love again that afternoon, and this time, they climaxed together. Rose had not found reaching a climax that easy in the past. So she was amazed that her two orgasms that day had come so easily.

The following week, they made love at least once a day. At work, June commented on how alive Rose was looking and wanted to know what she had been up to. Rose explained she had something to tell her but could not do it there, so they arranged to make time for a coffee after their gym session on Friday morning.

——

They hit the gym early, then walked to the Vibe Cafe. They took a seat up on the mezzanine to have privacy, and ordered the Veggs Royale, Which were like Eggs Benedict, with veggies instead of the bacon or salmon. And Rose began to tell June about her amoral activities at Bruce's place.

June stopped her when she began describing how rough Joe had been with her.

"I only have three words, "You lucky bitch," and sat there with her mouth open. Finally, when she found her voice, she admitted to Rose that she wanted to try a gang bang and to invite her next time.

When Rose drove up to her house just before lunchtime, she saw Maureen parked by the curb. Maureen hopped out and followed Rose into the house. Rose took her to the kitchen and offered to make her tea, as the woman looked like she'd been through the wringer. Rose had only ever seen her fastidiously dressed, so she was concerned about what could be up.

  "What on earth is wrong?" Rose asked. Noting that Maureen might have been crying.

"Bruce and I have been arguing all week. And last night, he told me to pack my bags if I didn't intend to up my game."

"What game?" Rose asked. Knowing full well, it would be about her snobby attitude and lack of interest in sex. She recollected that several years ago, she had had a run-in with Maureen and had complained to Bruce about her. Bruce had told her that Maureen used to be a real goer when they first hooked up. Up for anything, he hinted. He said she changed when she began rising the corporate ladder.

Maureen gulped down some of her tea. "He wants me to be the host at a poker party he is holding at our place next weekend. And wants me to dress up like some slut, to please the men. He says if I refuse, he will kick me out."

Then she added, "I've paid more than half the mortgage on our house. He can bloody well try," Maureen paused again. "He says you have agreed to host with me?"

Rose knew nothing about the poker game but had a good idea of what it was likely to entail. She was about to tell Maureen she knew nothing about it and would certainly not be attending when the wicked vision of Maureen bent over on the couch, with Joe banging her from behind, stopped her dead. Maureen looked down on people like Joe. Common labourers were not her cup of tea.

Rose would not want to miss Maureen getting banged, so she replied, "I'd vaguely heard the boys were having a poker night but have not said anything about attending."

"Bruce said you were a good sport at the game on Saturday night and were very popular with the boys. He made it sound like you would have no problem with parading around in sexy attire."

Rose smiled morosely and thought, 'Good sport, I think I was a little more than that.' But calmly replied, "I'd had a little much to drink," then asked, "So what are you going to do?"

"If you are going to help be hostess, then I will agree. But he said lots of other stuff. What really hurt was he said all his friends' wives hated me. They don't, do they?"

"Well, hate is a very strong word. I don't hate you, but you can be quite insufferable sometimes. A couple of years back, Bruce told me you have changed, and he blamed it on your trying to climb the corporate ladder?"

"I'm aiming to be President of our company. I've had to be cutthroat to reach as high as I have. Maybe I don't always leave that attitude at work."

Rose wanted to ask if her ambitions were worth losing all her friends over but kept quiet and said she'd talk to Graham about if they would attend.

When Graham got home from work that evening, Rose met him at the door and asked if he had anything to tell her. 

"I do, actually. But it looks like you may already know. Has Bruce been talking with you already?" When he saw her shake her head, he continued. "Well, Bruce phoned me at work this morning, asking how we were and if I thought you would be up for hosting a poker night he'd been planning. I told him I'd ask you."

"When I said I was keen to party again, I didn't mean every week. We have a lot to discuss and things to work through before we go down that path again. I thought we could go on a couple of holidays and see if we found some action.

Then Rose told him how she knew, "Maureen turned up on the doorstep this morning, saying that Bruce had told her I was a good sport and had agreed to host his poker party. That got my back up, but I didn't let on to her that I knew nothing about it, as the thought of seeing her getting molested by Joe was very tempting."

Graham shook his head, "I'm certain that Bruce said nothing of the sort. He's upset about what you think of him and wants to meet up with us both to apologise. He thinks you may blame him for what happened, and is embarrassed about how he behaved. I don't think this is about you. But what happened the other night shook him into sorting out his marriage with Maureen. He's been unhappy for years. He told me he had argued with her, and held you up as the model wife. I'm guessing she responded by telling him to get you to host the party then. We were never part of the original poker night plans. There were only six guys in the original plan. But one of the guys wants to bring a mate. That was when he decided to ask me and make it two tables of four."

"Who are the guys?" Rose asked.

"Joe and another South African construction mate of his. Zak, plus a mate he wants to bring along. And two French guys Bruce is hosting. It is the French guys for whom the night was planned."

"Shit, can you imagine Maureen baring her bum to that lot. Fuck, I'm tempted to go, even if nothing happens. When do I need to make my mind up?"

"Bruce is hoping you and I will go and buy a maid's outfit for Maureen, even if you decide not to attend. He has no idea what size to pick. We could go visit the sex shop tomorrow morning and maybe get some other stuff."

"Like what?" Rose snapped. "I've never been near a sex shop, and not at all sure I want to be seen in one."

"I'd like to buy you some sexy outfits and maybe a vibrator. I doubt many people will be around if we go before lunch tomorrow. I would think most of the punters turn up in the evenings."

"Can I wear a wig and dark glasses?"

"You can wear what you like, but we will never see anyone we know."

——

Rose was a good two paces behind Graham as they entered the sex shop, ready to run. But the shop was empty except for the two girls behind the counter. The older of the two called out a greeting. She looked to be in her early twenties. The other girl looked underage, but Rose knew she had to be over eighteen, as the rules around sex workers were stringent.

The older girl approached, introduced herself as Jane, and asked if they wanted help or to browse. Graham answered, "We are here to buy a maid's outfit. It needs to be a size above whatever size my wife is, as it's not for her."

Jane looked at Graham disbelievingly. He told her, "Look, I'm sure many people come in here saying it's for someone else, but in this case, it is. Although if I can convince her, I'll also buy one for Rose."

"Okay, these are what most people buy," and stepped to a wall of costumes, pulled a couple of cellophane packages from a shelf, and handed them to Rose.

"They look pretty cheap," Rose commented.

"They are. The seams come apart, but that's the idea. They are only made to be used once."

"Do you have anything that's of better quality?"

"Yes, but they are four times the price."

Graham butted in, "Price is not a problem. My mate is paying, and he can afford it. The outfit is for his wife. She is in the dark, so Rose is here to find something."

Jane told them it was no problem, went to another shelf, picked up two packets, and then showed them to the changing rooms. She asked if they wanted her to stay and help. Graham said no, but Rose overrode him. "Yes, please."

"Come. The changing rooms are too small. We'll use the entertainment room." She led them into a medium-sized room with couches, armchairs, and beanbags scattered around. There was even a small bed against one wall.

"You probably think I'm stupid, but why do you have an entertainment room?"

"Well, it gets used for many functions. Sometimes for what's on your mind. But Hen Parties mostly. In fact, we had one here last night. I've just sterilised everything they used last night." And she pointed over to the sink. "I've left them out to dry before repackaging them for the next group.

Rose took note of some vibrators, but she had no idea about some flesh-coloured rubber objects. "What are those?"

Oh! They're for the Sybian," and she pointed to a half-round box in the middle of the room. Then, seeing their puzzled looks. "You squat on it, and It produces an incredible orgasm."

Then noting that Rose was still looking uncomprehendingly at the unit, "Those are the attachments. The brides always get pushed into trying those two big ones, or the dragon tongue, but my favourite is the one that comes with the unit," and she held up a rubber flange that had a short bulbous protrusion. "It hits your G-Spot and is absolutely magic. Would you like to try it?"

Graham grinned and answered yes, but Rose shook her head at him, slipped out of her dress, and reached for the maid's outfit. There were two gasps of appreciation when she spun around. Graham turned to Jane, "Wow, that is sexy. We will take both of them, please." 

Rose shed the one she had on and tried the medium-sized dress. This will probably be quite tight on Maureen, but that's the whole idea, so it's perfect. While Rose put her dress back on, Graham asked Jane what her favourite vibrator was, as he'd like to get one for Rose. They left the maid's outfits in the room and went out into the store. Over the next fifteen minutes, Graham brought a Thrusting-Gyrating, Vibrator, and two new sets of lingerie for her, and a crotchless set to go with Maureen's outfit.

When they stepped back into the entertainment room, Jane saw Rose eyeing up the Sybian. "Go on, have a go. I'll show you how to use it and leave you for ten minutes. I doubt you'll need longer than that."

Again Rose shook her head, but Graham stepped forward, asked her to show him how it worked, and said to give them a few minutes. Rose didn't need a lot of convincing. While Graham smeared lubricant on the shaft, she removed her panties and squatted over the half-round box. Graham moved behind her and wound both knobs to quarter speed. Jane had warned him not to go over half speed unless Rose asked him.

Rose swayed back and forth, feeling the knob alternately pressing around the sides of her vaginal walls. Then when she lowered herself onto the little mound covered in a hundred tiny silicon fingers, the vibrations leapt through and combined with the pressure from the knob within. The feeling was sublime. She arched her back, leaned forward, and twisted from side to side, searching for the best position.

She felt Graham rubbing his hard into her back, which further turned her on. Then he was undoing the front of her dress and exposing her breasts. And when she found the perfect position, she screamed at him to pinch her nipples. She imagined it was Joe behind her, torturing her aching nipples and was immediately engulfed by an acute, powerful contraction that buckled her in half, and she had to support herself with her hands on the floor. She eased herself up from the infernal machine and rolled to the floor, wracked by spasms of ecstasy.

"Oh god. Are you alright?" Graham asked.

Rose gasped that she was, but to give her a minute. Then when she had regained her breath, "That was fucking intense, but Jane was wrong. She said it would be better than any man. But I need to introduce her to Zak.

"That's what I'm afraid of! That you will leave me for Zak or someone like him," Graham mused.

"Don't be silly. I told you I wouldn't do any of this stuff without you and will never leave you. Zak is like a fine wine. You can never have it every day. Once or twice a year, maybe, then it will inevitably be gone. Whereas you and I will last until we're old and dilapidated."

Graham laughed, "I'm not sure if that is a good thing or just plain sad."

When they approached the front counter to pay. Graham handed Rose the car keys and said to go wait for him in the car. She gave him a weird look, but left the shop. She wondered if he was going to take Jane to the back room, but quickly forced that image from her mind.

Still, she glanced at her watch and noted the time. Four minutes later, she was relieved to see Graham approaching the car with the bags of items they had purchased.

"What was that about?" Rose asked.

"Jane said she wanted to talk with me. She gave me her number, saying if we ever needed another host for one of our parties, she was available. She says she's done several dress-up parties."

"We won't be hosting any [parties. Are you going to throw that away?"

"I'll hand her number to Bruce, he might be interested in using her at some time. She also told me if I covered the hire of the Sybian, she would be happy to come and spend the night with us. I think she fancies you."

"I won't say never, but we need to do a lot more talking before going down that road."

There was a long, quiet spell while they worked their way through the Saturday morning traffic. Then Graham asked Rose, "Does your acceptance of the maid's outfit mean you are okay about attending the Poker night?"

"Not at all. I haven't decided yet. I fancy some role play. Just you and me."

"Zak will be there," Graham said, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel.

"Zak may be the reason I decide not to attend. I'm not sure I want my attraction to him to be exposed to a whole lot of men I don't know. I know this is going to be difficult for you, but I would like to go on a date with Zak. Just him and me for a night. I'm happy for you to put some conditions on it if you want. Like it only happens once. As I say, we have some talking to do."

To be continued….