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It's A Long Story
by Lesley (ouirup4it@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A wife is duped into prostitution by her Pakistani 
lover. (M+/F, wife, anal, intr, prost, dp, gb)

***

My husband came back early one evening from some meeting 
or other that normally would have kept him till quite 
late. Letting himself in he was a little surprised to 
find two young Asian men sitting in our lounge sharing a 
bottle of his whiskey. They too were taken aback I 
expect as I had earlier predicted that he would not 
return before they left. The initial awkwardness was 
tempered by my husband's established acquaintance with 
Jas, a good looking twenty something, affable Pakistani 
with whom I'd been having a bit of a thing with for 
about a year.

He took another glass from the dresser and poured my 
husband a shot, explaining he had called me late on the 
off chance I was up for some fun. Pointing at the 
ceiling he smoothly announced that I was upstairs 
entertaining a Russian friend of his. At this point in 
proceedings the Russian and I entered the room, he fully 
dressed and I in just my heels suspenders and stockings, 
clearly flushed from recent exertion, with tell tale 
gobbets' of sperm in my hair. 

If my husband was unsettled he showed no sign of it, but 
then it was not the first time he had returned home to 
find me being enjoyed by another man. Truth be told, as 
long as I was in no danger he liked watching and hearing 
about hearing about my indiscretions. Jas introduced the 
men to Gary and they all refilled their glasses. the 
three visitors sat on one sofa facing Gary over the 
coffee table. I thought a discussion of the current 
plight of the local football team was going to break 
out. 

Being a near naked woman in a room full of men I was a 
bit peeved that the conversation was mainly about my 
husband's recent visit to Moscow. Kneeling in front of 
Jas I unbuckled his belt and drew down the fly zip. His 
cock was half hard as my fingers extricated it from his 
boxers and I slipped my mouth over it. 

My jaw was already aching from the Russian who had a 
short fat cock with which he had fucked my face for ages 
before shooting his load, but Jas's dick was long and 
slim and didn't stretch my small mouth. The men's 
conversation continued but I knew from the change of 
tone they and particularly my husband were somewhat 
diverted. The Russian began to play with my breasts, 
tweaking the nipples a bit harder than I enjoy if I'm 
honest but I said nothing. Then Jas pulled me up to him 
and whispered, 'It's time to take Amjid upstairs.'

I got to my feet and extending a hand to Amjid led him 
out of the room and upstairs. I'd been putting this off 
as I didn't fancy him and from my conversation with Jas 
before they arrived, knew he had a big prick and that he 
wanted to fuck my bum. 

Now I've fucked a lot of blokes I didn't fancy, but 
maybe the situation was right, maybe I was feeling kind 
and thought no one else would fuck them if I didn't, but 
I wasn't in the mood for him. But then I had promised 
Jas. So I went to work with a will. In seconds he was 
naked on the bed. 

He was quite well put together, a few pounds overweight 
but good muscle tone, lovely skin and a very erect very 
big cock. Being fair to him he made an effort to get me 
going, touched and prodded all the right places and I 
did start to get into it. He fucked my cunt vigorously 
for a long time, all the time his fingers pulling at my 
anus, probing and stretching it. Then he got me to sit 
on his lap. 

Passing him the KY I opened my hand for him to pour it 
on my fingers then greased up his pole, checked the 
condom was still in place and reamed the entrance to my 
arse. His fat knob end nudged my bumhole then slowly but 
surely I sank down on his cock till my behind rested in 
his lap. Lifting me bodily he put me on my knees 
backside hanging over the bed end and slowly began to 
fuck my back passage. It felt full but good and I 
reached under to torment my clit. 

He was soon hammering my arse like a jackhammer. He kept 
the pace up for quite some time and made me come. Then 
he jerkily concluded with his dick pulsing deep in my 
belly. Pulling out he said to turn around. His tool had 
already lost some of its hardness as he peeled off the 
rubber and asked me to suck it. Drawing it into my mouth 
it felt like a fat slimy uncooked sausage but tasted of 
condom. 

Then I felt warm liquid on my forehead which then ran 
down my nose and my eyes. He had emptied his jonny over 
my brow and was now gently spreading its contents over 
my face. It seemed to turn him on again and his floppy 
cock rapidly hardened, completely filling my mouth 
causing me to push it out and gasp for air. Rolling on 
another rubber he was soon driving his cock into my cunt 
with as much vigour as when he started. I wondered if my 
husband was listening outside the door. 

It was after midnight when he'd finally had enough and 
we went back down stairs. Amjid and the Russian went out 
to the car while I gave a quick blow job to Jas in the 
Hall. Then they left.

'What was all that about?' he challenged, pulling me 
down and sucking my nipples. 

'What?' I asked.

'All that separate room stuff?'

'They wanted me to themselves,' I said, 'everyone's not 
like you.'

'Fair enough,' he said pausing, 'but Jas didn't know 
those guys.' 

Another pause...

'Is he pimping you out?'

Grasping his dick, I said, 'Would you mind if he was?' 
The hardening of his flesh in my hand betrayed him. 

'Just worried it could be dangerous,' he grunted. 'But 
you're not though, turning tricks are you?'

'Well, I suppose I am,' I cautiously responded. 'You 
were right about the two guys tonight. They were paying 
Jas for time with me.'

Pushing my legs apart, his rigid tool entered me and 
bottomed out in one thrust. 

'You don't mind then, your wife being a hooker?' I 
laughed as he began to thrust urgently.

'How long you been doing it?' he grunted breathless.

'Well, to my knowledge about six months, but maybe a few 
times before then, when I thought he was just asking me 
to fuck his friends, you know, like swingers might do.'

'Oh, fucking hell,' he groaned and I felt him coming. 
'You're some filthy whore alright.'

Afterward, he lay covering me for a few minutes then 
started on again, 'Is it always here? How often? How 
many? What are they like?' 

I answered him, 'I's been a couple of times a month, 
sometimes more if you're at a meeting or away. On 
average, four guys every time, who for £50 get half an 
hour, always with a condom.'

I felt him begin to swell again inside me and continued, 
'Mostly youngish Asian guys, quite fit, but some older, 
fatter business men, white and Asian, a few black guys 
too I guess.' 

My husband was once again rock-hard, and he was now 
sliding gently in and out of me, taking his time between 
the questions. 'What do you do with these guys?'

I giggled, 'Anything they want, they're paying.'

'Do they fuck your arse?'

'Some do,'

'Do they come in your mouth?'

'Lots of them, and they like to spunk over my face, I've 
tongued a few arses as well,' I told him, knowing it was 
firing him up. 

He almost choked, 'Jesus Les, your such a dirty slut.'

He had obviously been doing the maths as he came to an 
uncontrolled, juddering orgasm he gasped, 'You must have 
had nearly fifty blokes already! Fucking hell, that's 
two and half grand!'

As he lay there recovering he began the inquest anew. 
How had it started and so on. He knew I was seeing Jas 
on a regular basis (but for your readers I'll fill in a 
bit more background,) and had been there when we first 
met at a swingers club near Bromsgrove. It was above the 
Marlbrook restaurant on the A38 and I think the 
forerunner of Exstasia that later moved to West Brom. 

On a Monday night couples were free and the club allowed 
single blokes in. We often went. Gary liked watching me 
with other men. They had this routine where they would 
curtain off the dance floor and turn down the lights. 
The presence of single guys on the floor was supposed to 
be by invitation of couples or the woman but once inside 
the curtain it was pretty much anything goes. 

On this particular night we were on the floor and I was 
getting plenty of stimulation from a couple of men while 
Gary held me from behind, when suddenly there was a big 
commotion. Some woman screaming, 'Get your filthy Paki 
hands off me?' The lights came on and the bouncers moved 
in. 

All in all, I think the woman was told she needed to 
mind her language and a young guy who turned out to be 
Jas, was told he'd misread the signs and not to venture 
where he wasn't welcome. It created a bit of an uneasy 
atmosphere and he looked really shaken up. So I 
approached him to reassure him that she was probably the 
only woman at the club who was in the least bit racist, 
blah, blah. 

To convince him and also because he was quite handsome, 
I took him on the floor for the next closed session. He 
loosened up a bit but was clearly rattled. When the 
lights came back up I said to Gary that I should take 
him out to the car and help him relax. Gary gave me a 
knowing look and said 'have fun.' 

We got in the back of our car and as soon as I got my 
hands on his long brown dick he seemed more comfortable. 
A slow steady blow job, with a swallow finish convinced 
him that all was not too bad in the world and after a 
brief chat we returned to the club. I checked with Gary 
and we decided to head home to continue the evening. I 
jumped in with Jas and followed my husband home, where 
they both made great efforts to wear me out. Highly 
enjoyable. So that's how it started. 

He came round to ours a couple of times for a repeat of 
the threesome, occasionally I would go to his flat and a 
couple of times we went to Bromsgrove. Gary was fired up 
at the beginning but as the meet ups became more 
routine, lost interest. He didn't want to stop me seeing 
Jas but it didn't excite him any more hearing about or 
seeing him fuck me. This was the normal pattern of 
events he really got off on me having new, random 
lovers. 

I on the other hand, while enjoying the uncertainty of 
meeting new guys, now and then found a guy that floated 
my boat and Jas did. He was experimental, cheeky and fun 
to be with. It wasn't long before he was getting one or 
more of his mates to join us( these report backs did do 
the trick for Gary). A few times we went out and met his 
'friends' at their homes or business premises and after 
he had touched me up in front of them he would whisper, 
'Why don't you fuck them?' And I would either take them 
out to the car, another room or if they were ok with it, 
do it there and then. Later he would fuck me like crazy. 

One evening he asked me if I would be the entertainment 
at a guy's stag do. I was a bit cautious, but 
interested. I'd done a couple of gangbangs which had 
been a bit wild but on the whole good fun. He said it 
was a mate of his, and there would be about fourteen 
blokes aged between eighteen and thirty five involved. I 
said I'd do it if he was there to make sure there was no 
rough stuff.

It all went really well. I told Gary Jas had set me up 
to entertain his mates at a stag night and he was ok 
about me staying out all night on the Friday. About 
8.30pm I pulled up at the Dirty Duck on the Hagley Road 
and sashayed into the bar. Dressed as requested, as 
every blokes fantasy of an office secretary. Hair up on 
top, 6inch heels, seamed stockings, fitted grey suit and 
crisp white blouse over black French Knickers, six strap 
suspender belt, lacy push up bra, just the right amount 
of bling and gallons of Chanel. 

Even Jas was impressed and he'd seen it before. He'd 
been waiting near the door and walked me over to where a 
gaggle of young Asian men were already enjoying their 
Friday night. He introduced me to the groom, Shaz. 'A 
fine figure of a man,' I noted, with some relief. He 
kissed me politely in the French fashion. 'And well 
mannered,' I thought. 

Shaz took over and quickly did the niceties with the 
other guys. For their part, assuming they knew the 
nature of my attendance there, they too were pleasant 
and shook hands or gave a small kiss. Nothing suggestive 
or improper. One of the guys organised me a Bacardi and 
coke and we stood around making small talk. They were a 
passable crew, no obvious challenges in the looks or 
physique department. 

Not that in such situations I've ever been picky but 
they all seemed nicely turned out and clean albeit that 
at least a couple to my eyes didn't look long out of 
school. Having said that, our doctor looks about 
fourteen. I counted eleven of them but Jas told me there 
were two others who had gone ahead to an Hotel along the 
road where they had booked some rooms. I'd agreed after 
some assurance from Jas that we'd forgo condoms. He said 
most of the guys would be married and not wanting to 
take 'anything' home with them and the others probably 
having their first encounter with a woman.

I'd been a bit concerned that these younger lads may 
have been expecting a younger woman but they all seemed 
quietly interested and expectant. Jas knew I was older 
than him but I think imagined I was in my late thirties. 
Truth was I was pushing fifty. Figure wise I still cut 
it as a firm size ten with 36" B tits that still stood 
up without a bra, a behind that was a testimony to the 
number of miles I ran every week and my kind husband 
said I could easily pass for thirty any day. 

Mostly the conversation was of no consequence, a few 
questions about where I came from, and such, which I 
deftly avoided and only a couple checking whether I was 
actually going to 'deliver the goods'. One of the young 
looking kids sidled up to me sipping his lager, smiled 
nervously and asked, 'Are you really going to fuck us 
all?' to which I responded, 'Oh, at least twice, I 
hope.'

He gulped his drink and stammered, 'O-oh, that's great,' 
and wandered off. 

We were in the Duck about an hour, maybe a little longer 
when Jas informed me we were moving on. Everyone downed 
their drinks looked at me knowingly and headed outside. 
Jas and I followed. The lads set off to walk to wherever 
we were going. Jas got in the car with me and we drove a 
short distance back towards Bearwood to one of those 
lackluster hotels set back from the road on the left. As 
we waited in the car for the party to arrive, Jas 
outlined what he thought should be the format to the 
event.

They arrived boisterous and noisily, Shaz with another 
lad leading the way. I remembered him as the Best Man if 
they have such a thing. Azhar I think Shaz called him. 
We joined them to enter the 1970's style foyer, and were 
whisked straight through, down a short corridor to a 
room with a small bar. Apparently one of the group 
worked there, or knew someone who did and they had the 
place to themselves and run of the bar. 

The two guys who had gone ahead were manning the bar and 
I was soon sipping on another very strong B and C. The 
groom was in a group by the bar being regaled with the 
sort of banter that I expect is the stuff of every stag 
night. The 'you've still got time to back out' jokes and 
the like. 

It was time to kick off proceedings. I eased my way into 
the centre of Shaz's group, stood in front of him and 
looked him in the eye as I knocked back the remains of 
my drink. Then reaching up behind his neck ( he was over 
six foot), pulled his face down to kiss me. My tongue 
pushed into his mouth, to find he tasted ok. Always a 
relief! My other hand massaged his crotch. There were 
murmurs of approval or excitement from his watching 
mates as his hands fondled my backside. 

Was he keen? His breathing was becoming rapid when I 
gently disengaged and offered the same getting to know 
you routine to the young kid next to him who had earlier 
checked my intentions. The older lads hooted as my lips 
fastened over his, and my hands pulled his juvenile hips 
into mine. Grinding my crotch against him soon had the 
desired effect and I could feel him harden against my 
leg. Behind him, I saw Azhar smirking and decided he 
would be my next victim. 

Releasing the youth I reached for Azhar's hand and 
stepped close to him. 'I think it's a bit warm' I 
murmured unbuttoned the suit jacket and turned round to 
let him slip it from my shoulders. The black bra stood 
out distinctly under the sheer white of the blouse. 

Stepping back I flattened myself against him facing the 
others, who were now in a rough circle eagerly 
anticipating the next move. Head back against his 
shoulder my lips proffered a kiss. It was accepted in a 
fevered connection of mouth and tongue. His hands roamed 
the front of my body much appreciated by our audience. 
Sliding down to my haunches I rubbed my face against the 
bulge in his trousers, my knees akimbo. The skirt slid 
up my thighs, exposed the stocking tops, suspenders and 
the lacy edges of the French Knickers drawn tight 
against the vee of my groin. 

I heard the increase in the volume of the conversation 
and imagining their comments on what they saw began to 
fire me up too. Straightening up I took a couple of 
paces across the circle. The skirt stayed obstinately up 
around my hips and Azhar had managed to free up a couple 
of buttons on the blouse, and pull it out of the skirt. 
I asked two guys, they looked to be the oldest there, to 
undo the remaining buttons. Somewhat nervously they 
complied and when I let the flimsy top drop in their 
hands as I stepped away, both looked a bit embarrassed. 

Turning to the next in line, a man shorter than me, I 
kissed him and as he seemed intent on doing it anyway 
let him plant a kiss in my cleavage. Well, between my 
breasts, I never had much of a cleavage. Turning my back 
on him I asked him to unzip the skirt. No problem, and 
he eagerly pushed it down round my ankles, taking the 
opportunity to cop a feel of my behind as he did so. The 
groom was facing me across the circle of men. 

Every one of them had that look of expectation tinged 
with a hint of uncertainty, like men have when their 
team is seconds away from an important win, just waiting 
for the whistle to blow. Stepping out of the skirt, I 
took a pace towards Shaz licking my lips and beckoning 
him forward. 

I knew the view from the rear was appealing. Killer 
heels seamed stockings with a Cuban heel, leading the 
eye up the back of the leg to where the clips of the 
suspenders sat just below the cheek of my behind. The 
curve of my arse not quite concealed by the lace hem of 
my French knickers. 'Easy feelers,' my husband called to 
them, an expression he'd inherited from his dads 
appreciation of wartime underwear. 

Tilting my head back, I anticipated and got a full 
blooded kiss from the groom. 'Don't you think it's time 
to unwrap your parcel and start your party I whispered 
as our mouths uncoupled. He needed no further prompting 
and deftly unhooked my bra, before turning me round to 
face his mates. His hands covered my breasts still in 
their lacy cups, his mouth devoured mine. He threw the 
bra into the now cheering group of lads, continued 
kneading my tits with the one hand as the other pushed 
its way under the waist band of my knickers. 

Without ceremony his fingers pushed into my fanny, 
easing the lips aside and pulling up to rub the broad 
mound of his thumb against my clit. I was in the mood 
now and while I had earlier taken the precaution of pre 
-lubricating the essential orifices, my natural fluids 
were in full spate. My hands busied themselves at his 
crotch extricating his rock hard cock from his trousers. 

It felt hot in my hands and I pushed my arse cheeks 
against it. The next thing I know I am on my hands and 
knees, knickers pulled to one side and his dick is in me 
to the hilt. So much for a gentle start. He rammed into 
me frantically and shot his load in seconds. The assault 
was so fierce I'd not noticed some of the others were 
already stripped down to their pants and less. Shaz's 
cock slipped out of me, and I felt fingers exploring my 
cunt probing the sticky mess. 

The best man, completely naked stood in front of me and 
pulled my face to his stubby fat prick. it filled my 
mouth. He held my head and steadily fucked my face. My 
hands found other cocks and worked them, as a second 
penis easily nudged its way into my slippery snatch. I 
pictured myself in this fevered circle of bodies and it 
immediately triggered a response in my belly, As the 
early promise of orgasm began, the stubby prick pulled 
free of my lips to shoot its goopy snot over my face and 
hair. I realised my hair originally in a sophisticated 
French pleat was now loose and spunk streaked, around my 
face. 

'There goes the classy tart look,' I mused, accepting 
another penis in my mouth and making a fuss of it with 
my tongue. 

With a yelp of appreciation the guy humping me 
discharged his load and pulled away, his cock instantly 
replaced with another, which slid in effortlessly 
nudging my cervix at the first push and felt bigger than 
its predecessors. Its owner took his time, using his 
hands to tease my nipples and clit, probing my anus with 
what felt like his thumb. He took his time, lay over me, 
whispering, 'You enjoying my cock and such?' 

It was tricky to express my appreciation with a mouth 
full of dick. His steady rhythm and persistent teasing 
of my clit and arse had me twitching into orgasm. my 
arms felt weak and dropping to my elbows I let go of the 
cocks I'd been wanking and felt my lips slacken on the 
rod I was tonguing. Face in the carpet I shuddered as he 
upped the pace and fucked me to his and my conclusion. 

Vaguely aware of my face and body being spattered I 
assumed some of the guys were jerking off on me, but I 
couldn't move. 'Give her a minute or two,' I heard my 
last lover say, as I felt his shrinking tool recede, and 
his thumb exit my behind.

Someone brought me a drink and I sat up to gulp it down. 
A very hairy-chested guy lay on the floor next to me and 
invited me to sit on his impressive looking cock which 
jutted up from his belly, bell end shiny, fat and decent 
length. I finally took off my knickers, climbed aboard 
and lowered myself onto the shaft. It squelched as my 
buttocks met his groin, provoking some dirty laughs. 

My new fuck, shouted 'time we made this baby airtight'. 
pulled me down on his chest and pulled my arse cheeks 
apart. There was a second of coolness on my arsehole as 
someone applied some lubricant, followed by a couple or 
three fingers opening up my hole. I'd already KY'd my 
rear passage in anticipation of events but you can't 
have too much lube up your bum. Then there was the 
unmistakable nudge of a hot knob against the puckered 
ring of my arse. 

Internally I bore down which seem to allow your anal 
muscles to relax. The cock pushed and paused while the 
tight cavity accommodated to it, occasionally retreating 
until eventually, its owners pubic hair grazed my 
behind. 'Feel ok?' the guy plugging my arse enquired 
genuinely concerned. 

I nodded, 'Go gentle to start and it'll be fine we'll 
all have fun.'

After an amusing few false starts when one or the other 
slipped out, we eventually hit a rhythm where as I 
lifted off the bloke I was straddling, the other guy was 
pulling out of my bum and re entered as I lowered. You 
don't have many sexual firsts in your late forties, but 
I don't think I'd been dp'd before. At the other end 
there was a choice of dicks to suck on and I swapped 
from one to another till my head was held firmly while a 
succession of different cocks emptied their offerings in 
my mouth. Truth was I couldn't give them any attention 
as I was being battered in an enjoyable frenzy. 

The guys fucking my cunt and arse groaned to a 
conclusion and I climbed off to find myself being guided 
down onto an immediate replacement and another hard bell 
end pushing at my sphincter. This slid somewhat more 
easily into my anal canal and they soon were fucking me 
in earnest. These two also literally came and went to be 
followed by others. At some stage or other I collapsed 
in another shuddering orgasm and was for a while fairly 
out of it, just going through the motions almost 
oblivious to, but at the centre of lots of sucking 
fucking and wanking.

Things began to wind down, even young men it seems get 
tired and I certainly was. One by one they drifted to 
collect their clothes, a few said goodbye to me, most 
just sidled out. Sometime after midnight, there was only 
the groom, the best man Jaz and me. We remained naked, 
except for Jaz who'd maintained a minder's distance from 
the activity and I still had on my stockings and 
suspenders. 

Shaz brought me another large Bacardi and they all 
sipped on scotches. Jas intimated it was time to leave, 
I said I was well over the limit and needed to bed down 
somewhere. Shaz and the best man indicated they were 
staying in the adjacent room and grinning said I could 
share with them. 'Ok' I shrugged my shoulders by way of 
agreement and headed for the bedroom and a shower. 

The accumulated deposits of the night were leaking from 
both orifices and I felt the need to clean up. Jas 
followed me to check I was comfortable with staying, 
offering to get a taxi and fetch the car in the morning, 
but I said I'd be fine. He watched me get in the shower 
and said he was leaving.

I came out of the shower and climbed into one of the two 
double beds in the room. Within minutes I was asleep, 
and only roused briefly to find the groom alongside me. 
sleeping soundly. Snoring from the other bed betrayed 
the location of his best man. In the early light I was 
awakened by the pleasant sensation of my nipples being 
tongued. 

Feigning sleep I lay as the ministrations continued 
being followed by fingers gently probing my cunt. 
Opening my eyes, they stared right into the face of the 
groom on his way in for a kiss. Responding 
enthusiastically were soon enjoying a gentle fuck. It 
only lasted a few minutes but was a sweet contrast to 
the frenetic couplings of last night. He asked if it was 
possible to fix a meeting without going through Jaz. 

When I gave him My number he then asked should He pay me 
direct or deal with Jaz. Momentarily I was floored but 
the realisation of implication of his questions was on 
me in a very short time. I assured him he should deal 
only through me. Deciding to leave before the best man 
awoke with an early morning need, I dressed swiftly, 
gave the groom a peck on the cheek and slipped out the 
door. 

As I headed home I contemplated the dressing down I was 
going to deal out to Jaz as soon as. 'Cheeky bastard 
whoring me out without so much as asking if was up for 
it or not. He can take a running jump!' So much for good 
intentions. 'I'm such a pushover where sex is 
concerned.'

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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