The days after that night with Jamie and Layla had been a blur for Nicola in her ordinary life. She had so far adhered to the rules given to her. To not speak of it, to not mention it again. The days at work, in the office with Jamie, had been especially hard. Sitting a desk or two away from the man who had seen her. Had known exactly what she had needed, exactly what she had not been getting from her husband in so long and absolutely needed to have. Deep down, she knew that Jamie was not the answer in her life. She could not be in a relationship with him. She had 3 children and a husband. She needed to try and make that work, and maybe see if she could rekindle things with her husband. But she had needed that shattering, earth-moving orgasm that Jamie and his friend Layla had brought her to a few nights ago at Layla's apartment.

At work, she couldn't shake from her mind that Jamie had seen her with her knickers round her ankles, had eaten her pussy, had had sex with her, had come inside her and had watched his friend perform oral sex on her. It was the first time that a woman had gone down on her. She liked it. She was shocked how much she had liked it. That pretty young woman, half her age, running her tongue along her most intimate parts, probing her with her fingers and telling her how nice she tasted. Nicola found herself getting wet at her desk, thinking about it and unable to shake it. She had also felt a bit more confident in her appearance to wear something other than her sensible cardigans and flat shoes at work. She had worn a skirt and blouse and office-style high heels at work in the last couple of days. How much Jamie and Layla had made her feel desired, how hard Jamie had cum inside her. She felt a bit more confident in herself. Still had doubts and nerves, but it had awoken something in her.

She wanted to talk to Jamie about it, but she wasn't supposed to, and she couldn't. What would she say? I can't stop thinking about how you and your prostitute friend made me cum? Of course she couldn't say anything to him.

But she found herself wanting more. So, unable to speak to Jamie about it, she searched.

Late one night, she sat at her iPad. She knew Layla was an Escort, and she figured that they advertised their services online. She searched and found a website for Adult services. Selecting relevant filters, she found Layla's profile. It was definitely her: clear photos and a bio that promised discretion. Nicola thought about it for a long time, whilst the rest of her house slept. She typed a text message to the phone number listed on Layla's profile, deleted it and retyped it several times. Eventually, she sent something.

"It's Nicola.....I need to talk to you."

It was late, and she didn't get a reply immediately. The reply came the next morning as she stirred her coffee and her children made noise around the breakfast table.

Layla: I was wondering if you would reach out. What's on your mind?

Nicola: I can't stop thinking about what happened. I feel like I am losing my mind.

Layla: Good, that means it worked.

Nicola: What do you mean?

Layla: Did you enjoy it? Do you feel more confident because of it?

Nicola: Yes. Yes, I enjoyed it. I feel a little more confident about myself; I can't deny that.

Layla: That was the point. To give you that release that you clearly needed and also to make you feel better about yourself. To make you feel more confident.

Nicola: Can I see you again?

Layla: That's a bold request! Why?

Nicola: I don't know, maybe I need to explore it more? I don't know if the other night was just a one-off or something that I need to be part of more.

Layla: Hmm, maybe. But I think that you need to show yourself, not me, that you are confident and comfortable, without me or Jamie there. We can't always be your crutch.

Nicola: How?

Layla: I want you to film yourself. Alone. In your bedroom. I want you to masturbate until you come, and I want you to send me the video so I know you did it.

Nicola: I can't do that! What if someone sees it?

Layla: Then delete the video from your phone once you send it to me? Or keep it; that's your choice. But this is the first step. Don't send me excuses, send me the video. I  know it will feel strange and shameful at first, but trust me, you will be surprised at how you will feel watching it back.

Nicola agonized over it for several days. She would open her phone camera, then close it. She would start to undress, then put her clothes back on. The idea of recording herself felt dirty. But it also intrigued her. On the fourth day, her husband announced he was taking the kids to his parents for the day. Nicola said she wasn't feeling 100% so would give it a miss and stay home. She kissed him and the children goodbye as they piled into the car, and she watched it leave the street, and waited an hour until she knew that she was definitely alone.

She went upstairs to her bedroom, and she locked it, even though she knew she was alone. She propped the phone against a stack of books on the bedside table, and angled it towards the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes, hesitating and pondering. She took her dress off, and sat in her underwear for another few minutes. Hesitant, but the thought of doing it was already starting to make her wet. Eventually she removed her bra and panties, and she stood, walked to the phone, pressed the button to start a video recording and lay back, her head sinking into the pillows stacked against the headboard.

She touched herself, her fingers trembling. Her fingers circled her clit, and she closed her eyes; the memory of Layla's mouth came back to her. She slipped into a rhythm and began to forget that the camera was there as she started to moan at her own touch. She started to rub herself faster as she relaxed further and remembered that she was also performing for Layla. Her fingers entered her vagina, and she pumped and curled them inside herself as she touched her sensitive clit with her other hand.

"Oh! Oh fuck!" she gasped. "Fuck yes!" as her fingers squelched inside herself, her pussy now soaking wet.

Her thighs trembled, and her toes curled as she had a massive orgasm, which ripped through her, and she screamed out as it hit her. She kept her hand pressed against herself, riding the aftershocks. She opened her eyes and looked at the bedside table, at the phone still recording and reached for it and ended the recording.

She watched it back. Her body open and vulnerable. She looked...beautiful. She attached it to a message to Layla and hit send before she could change her mind. It was done, it was sent. She couldn't change it now. She watched the video again. She couldn't believe how much it turned her on watching herself doing what she was doing in the video. She couldn't believe how much it turned her on, knowing that Layla would watch the video. She couldn't help herself, but as she watched the video back, she masturbated again, coming even harder the second time.

Layla received the video whilst she was home, scrolling through her phone. She smiled as she saw Nicola's name, and she opened the message and turned the volume up as she watched. By the time Nicola's orgasm broke through the speakers, Layla was already wet. She watched it a couple more times. The nervous beginning, the gradual surrender and how vocal she had let herself become. Nicola had done exactly what she had asked her to do. Another session with her would be great fun, she thought to herself. Nicola does as she is told, and she seems to be starting to enjoy it and craving it herself. The first session was Jamie's idea. Now Nicola is looking for a session unprompted.

Layla texted Jamie: Come over, I have something to show you.

Jamie arrived within an hour, intrigued at what she was going to show him; she had been unwilling to say in the message. Layla met him at the door, in nothing but her silk robe. She led him to the living room and sat him on the sofa and then pulled out her phone.

"Watch this," She said, pressing play and handing the phone to him.

Jamie's breath caught as he saw Nicola appear naked on the screen, her fingers working herself between her legs and her moans echoing from the phone speaker.

"It's her," he whispered.

"It's her," Layla confirmed

She watched his face as he watched the video. She saw his cock straining against his jeans as Nicola came and her cry filled the room. She crouched in front of him and reached over and unzipped him to free his cock, wrapping her lips around the head without a word. She sucked him slowly, her eye also on the screen, watching Nicola trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Jamie watched the video on a loop and ran his fingers through Layla's hair as she worked him deeper. He didn't know why she had this video or what Nicola had agreed to and currently didn't care, as he watched her orgasm for the 4th loop of the video and ejaculated hard to the back of Layla's throat. She looked up at him with a smile as she swallowed.

Layla wiped her mouth and sat back on her heels. The phone screen was now dark, and Jamie looked down at Layla, his eyes asking a silent question of her.

"She contacted me a few days ago. She found my online profile," Layla said matter-of-factly.

"Really?!"

"Mmhmm, she said she couldn't stop thinking about what happened, and asked to see me again. I told her that the point of this was to try and help her loosen up and gain confidence, and she could only see me again if she could prove to me that it worked," Layla explained.

"The video," Jamie said, understanding where Layla was going.

"The video, exactly. She is shy, but she is hungry, and she will do what I tell her to do; she wants to be told what to do."

Jamie sat up, his cock still half hard. "So, she is willing? To do....whatever?" he asked

"Within reason," Layla explained. "But I think if we push her, she will push back enough to make it interesting, or..." she said as she tapped her phone. "She will surprise us! I have seen her type before. Married, bored, middle-aged, neglected. Give her permission to be slutty, and she will take it!"

They talked for another hour, planning. Layla would contact Nicola to set up another evening. The goal was simple. To get what they wanted out of it, but to also make Nicola feel wanted, make her feel filthy, make her feel desired and free, but also acknowledge what she wanted herself.

Later that night, Layla texted Nicola.

Layla: I liked your video very much!

Nicola's reply came almost straight away.

Nicola: I was so nervous, I almost didn't send it.

Layla: But you did, that's what matters. You proved you can relax and enjoy yourself.

Nicola: Does this mean you will see me?

Layla: Yes. But not just me. Jamie will be here as well.

Nicola: I am nervous, but I want to. I think about it all the time, and Jamie has been good at work about not making it seem awkward.

Layla: Good, then here is what you need to do. Tomorrow, 8 pm again at my address. Dress sexy again. I know you don't think you are, but you are. Similar to last time.

Nicola: Oh my god....ok, I can tell my husband I have a work social event again.

Layla: Good. And Nicola, don't be late.

The following evening, Nicola stood in front of her bedroom mirror, checking herself. She was wearing the nice red dress that she had worn at the Christmas party, the time she had got drunk and tried to kiss Jamie, the day that likely started all of this. She had been out to the shop to buy some black stockings and a garter to go with the dress, and she had put on a pair of black high heels. Her husband actually remarked how nice she looked; the thigh slit on her dress was currently not revealing her stockings, so he only saw her looking nice, rather than slutty. She had told him that there had been a last-minute place available at a formal dinner with her work; how easily she lied scared her a little bit, but the thrill of the lie also left her feeling damp in her knickers. She called a taxi and went outside to wait for it.

She arrived at Layla's apartment a few minutes before 8 pm, and she wondered what was going to happen. This time, she had not been given any instructions or rules. She had not been instructed not to speak unless spoken to, and not been told that she must never speak of it again. She wondered if Layla or Jamie would take the lead? Or, as Layla had been saying things about how she wanted her to feel confident, whether Layla expected her to lead? She thought that she wouldn't even know how if told to. She knew what she would like to do, but didn't know if she could ask for it or tell them what she wanted.

She walked up and rang the bell for Layla's apartment and was buzzed up. She knocked on the door, and Layla answered, dressed as she was last time, in her black lace underwear, black sheer stockings, and the sexy high heels. Nicola marvelled at how beautiful Layla was; her young, pale skin was something she coveted.

"Right on time," Layla said and took Nicola's hand, pulling her inside, shutting the door behind her. Layla took Nicola's face in her hand and kissed her.

Nicola had expected a peck, or something courteous, but Layla kissed her deeply. Nicola tensed for a moment as Layla's tongue slid against Nicola's lips, coaxing them to open. Something inside Nicola relaxed, and she kissed back. Her hands found Layla's waist and pulled her towards her, and she pushed her tongue into Layla's mouth, moaning softly.

Layla broke the kiss and smiled. "That's better," she murmured. She took her hand and led her to the living room.

Jamie was sitting on the sofa, and Nicola's breath caught as she saw him. She knew he would be there, but knowing that tonight was going to go from how it was at work to what happened the other night made her stop in her tracks briefly. Layla took Nicola's hand and led her to the sofa, next to Jamie.

"Lie back," Layla said, gesturing to the cushions. Nicola did as she was told and her dress rode up a bit as she settled back. The thigh slit fell open, revealing the tops of her stockings and the pale skin of her thigh against the garter strap.

Layla knelt in front of her and Jamie joined her. "Let's get these off," Layla said, hooking her fingers under the elastic of Nicola's panties, sliding them down her legs, and Jamie ran his hands along the nylon of Nicola's stockings, clearly admiring them. Layla slid the panties right off and threw them aside, and reached up and under her dress and found Nicola's cunt, already wet and swollen.

"Ready for us, I see!" Layla purred. Nicola allowed her knees to fall open, granting access, her pussy totally exposed and drooling.

Jamie leaned in first. He spread her lips and licked long and slow from her entrance to her clit, making Nicola gasp. Layla watched for a moment and then joined in. As Jamie sucked Nicola's clit, Layla licked along Nicola's labia, her tongue meeting Jamie's at the top. They worked together, covering every inch of her, as Nicola's moans got louder and she gripped the sofa cushions tightly. Jamie carried on focusing on her clit, while Layla sucked her inner labia, pulling the flesh into her mouth. They switched places, and Jamie pushed his tongue into Nicola's hole, tasting that sweet, creamy juice that he had devoured the last time.

Layla stopped and looked up at Nicola, who was crying out by now, her hips bucking. "I want to see you cum on Jamie's tongue," she said, urging Jamie on. He didn't need to be told, and he dived back in, licking her swollen folds and sucking her clit.

"Oh! Oh my god! Don't stop, please don't stop, Oh! oh! OHHHH!" Her scream was loud and uncontrolled as she succumbed to a powerful orgasm. She came hard, and her body shook. Jamie lapped through it, slurping up her wet release until she pushed his head away, oversensitive.

"Good girl," Layla said, smiling, and she leaned to Jamie, kissing him to taste Nicola on his lips.

Nicola lay there, trying to catch her breath. She couldn't believe this was happening again, but knew it was what she wanted.

As Nicola lay on the sofa, Layla rubbed at Jamie's crotch through his jeans, rubbing his aching cock as they looked at her. She slowly unzipped him and tugged his jeans and underwear down, his cock springing forward. Layla took it in her hand, stroking it as she looked at Nicola, who was looking at it wide-eyed and hungry as well.

"Fuck her," Layla said to Jamie, biting her lip. "She is soaking still, fuck her cunt, she wants it so bad, even if she won't say it."

Nicola lay frozen as Jamie approached the sofa, and got behind her, spooning in and laying Nicola on her side. He lifted her leg, and Layla helped guide him into Nicola's wet hole, and she groaned as he breached her and opened her mouth in a silent gasp as he started stroking her inner walls, grunting as he had sex with her, running his hand along the length of her stocking-clad leg as he did. Layla took a seat from the dining table and set it in front of the sofa, sitting facing the show being put on. She slipped her fingers into her own panties and rubbed her clit and fingered her wet snatch as she watched Nicola being taken.

"Oh my god! Oh, Oh, Oh!" Nicola moaned as Jamie's thrusts grew more urgent

Layla leaned forward, her hands still in her knickers. "You like that, don't you? You love it when he fills you like that?" She demanded. "Don't you!?"

"Oh my god, I love it!" Nicola panted as she came hard again whilst she got fucked.

Layla climaxed at her own hand as she watched Jamie getting close and Nicola in the throes of her orgasm.

"Oh God Nicola, I'm gonna fill you!" Jamie exclaimed as the pressure became unbearable, and he roared an almost animal sound as he spilled himself inside Nicola, the cum overflowing out of her. He pulled himself out, and Layla dived off her seat to take his still hard cock in her mouth, sucking the remnants of cum and Nicola's creamy cunt juices from his length.

Nicola looked up sheepishly. She had never felt so dirty, or slutty. But she knew that she liked it, and her hand drifted to her pussy that was still leaking semen, catching some on her fingers. She sucked it and swallowed it. She hadn't swallowed semen since she was in her twenties; the salty taste was familiar and addictive.

Layla watched Nicola like a predator, watching her enjoy the cum. She stood over her. "I think it's obvious that you know what you want and you enjoy what we give you. But I think you need to do something for me."

Nicola nodded, in agreement with what Layla said, but unsure what was expected of her.

Layla guided Nicola onto her knees in front of the sofa, took up a seat on the sofa herself in front of Nicola, and pulled her black lace panties to the side. "Eat me," she commanded. "Like we did for you, make me cum."

Nicola had never been down on a woman before, but she was dying to please Layla. She leaned in and spread Layla's pretty lips with her fingers and gently licked at her folds, making Layla squirm in her seat. Encouraged, she started lapping at her, as Jamie ran his hands along Layla's sexy toned legs; the swish of the nylon as his hands stroked them was hot as hell, and the moans coming from Layla were beautiful.

"Push your tongue in," Layla instructed, which Nicola obliged. "Oh god! Oh fuck that's it, right there!"

Jamie couldn't just watch, and he stood alongside the arm of the sofa, next to Layla, feeding his hardening cock to her, which she took with her hand, gripping the base and pushing the head into her mouth, sucking greedily on it as Nicola carried on eating her pussy.

"Oh Nicola, I'm close! Oh keep going!" Layla pleaded as Nicola picked up her pace, beaming inside at how much Layla was clearly enjoying it. Layla's hips bucked as she succumbed to an orgasm, gushing in Nicola's face, which startled her. "Oh Nicola, keep lapping at it, taste my juices!" Layla screamed as Nicola did as she was told.

On wobbly legs, Layla got up and stood in front of Nicola, still kneeling on the floor. Nicola had done well, learning to enjoy what she was doing and feeling more confident doing it, but she still wanted Nicola to be less passive and to say what she wanted rather than be dictated to. "What do you want, Nicola? Tell us what you want?" Layla implored.

Nicola bit her lip. She had so many things going through her mind. She cast her mind back to the other night, at the first thing she had been subjected to and made to watch Layla ride Jamie's cock, and how wet it made her watching. "I want to watch Jamie fuck you," she said, tentatively.

Layla looked over at Jamie, who didn't need an invite, and he scooped her up, pushing her against the wall, pushing her knickers aside and entered her. He thrust into her, pumping her hard against the wall as she wrapped her legs round his waist. "Nicola, come and watch," he called over to Nicola, who crawled over and got behind him, getting a good view of his cock filling Layla's beautiful pussy, and the juices surrounding it as he fucked Layla.

Nicola reached up and touched Layla's ankles, which were crossed as her legs wrapped round Jamie, stroking the soft nylons. Instinctively, with her other hand, she reached between Jamie's legs and massaged and caressed his balls as he slammed into Layla, which made Jamie gasp.

"Oh fuck, Nicola, suck on them!" Jamie panted. She leaned up and took his balls in her mouth, sucking them in, feeling how tight they were.

Layla was close to the edge again as she got slammed against the wall. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Give it to me!" She cried out. "Oh! I'm cumming!" she squealed as another climax overwhelmed her. Jamie pulled out of her.

"I'm gonna fuck Nicola again," he said as he looked down at her on her knees.

"No, not yet," Layla exclaimed. "Make her beg for it first! I know she wants it; she needs to say it. Make her fucking beg for it!"

With that, Layla flipped Nicola onto her back and went back down on her, slurping up the wet offering on Nicola's folds. Jamie knelt by Nicola's face and pushed his cock into her mouth, making her gag slightly as they took her from both ends.

"You want it, don't you?" Layla said, briefly pulling away from Nicola, who couldn't speak with her mouth full. "Tell us how much you want it, you know you do!"

Jamie fucked her mouth, the glug sound as his cock hit the back of her throat making him harder as Nicola fought to take it all. He withdrew. "Layla asked you a question!"

"Please give it to me! Please fuck me hard!" Nicola pleaded

"Good girl! We knew you could ask for what you wanted. You are a filthy bitch, you just needed coaxing!"

Jamie climbed on top of Nicola and filled her again. She came almost as soon as he entered her, and he fucked her, almost pulling fully out before driving back in. Layla straddled Nicola's face, having her eat her cunt as she got fucked. The three of them were a noisy mess until Layla cried out in another orgasm, which set Nicola off, and Jamie ejaculated inside Nicola, adding to the first load he filled her with, her messy pussy leaking with cum.

Nicola lay on the floor, exhausted, sweating, her dress rumpled and her hair unkempt. Layla helped her to her feet.

"Well, I think we have achieved our aim here, wouldn't you say? I knew that you really did know what you wanted, what you desired. Don't be ashamed of this part of yourself," Layla said to Nicola. "There is no reason you cannot rekindle this with your husband and have this all the time."

Nicola nodded. She had never felt so scared and yet turned on and alive. She couldn't believe what she had done this evening, and how much she had enjoyed it. The thought of having this happen regularly was admittedly a nice thought.

"Same rules as before. You don't speak about this at work with Jamie. As far as the office environment is concerned, this didn't happen. Now, home you go." Layla instructed.

Nicola straightened herself out as best she could. She realized that she didn't know where her underwear had been discarded when Layla removed them and tossed them aside. "Where are my knickers?" She asked, looking around.

Jamie and Layla took a quick look for them but couldn't find them. "Oh well, you will have to go home without them," Layla chuckled mischievously. "I am sure we can get them back to you when I find them."

Nicola headed outside to wait for her taxi, consciously aware of the fact that her pussy was exposed to the cool night air. On her taxi ride home, her mind raced. She had cheated on her husband for the second time in a week. But….was it for his own good? Maybe, with her newfound confidence and acceptance of what she desired, she could be brave enough to initiate with him, see if they could rekindle what produced 3 children.

Inside, Layla and Jamie sat on the sofa, and Layla held out the knickers that she had hidden and laughed. "She will be absolutely dripping wet with the thrill of being in that taxi with no panties on, she won't be able to stand it!"

“Hopefully, after tonight, she feels a bit more liberated, “ Jamie suggested.