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The next morning after our encounter with my Mum, I rang her from the office. “Oh hallo Diana dear.” She said when she heard my voice.

“Hi Mum.” I said, “I’m ringing from the office.” I let that information sink in so that she would know that I’d have to be careful what I said to her. “I’m ringing to see how you are this morning.”

“I’m fine dear.” She said, “In fact I’m more than fine I’m ecstatic! I still can’t believe what you two did to me yesterday! You are a pair of naughty buggers!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed coming.” I said guardedly.

“How are you spelling that?” she said with a chuckle.

I smiled to myself and said “I think you know how it is spelt Mum..”

“I did not suspect anything you know.” She told me. “You did very well to keep it quiet.”

“I didn’t know what was going to happen!” I insisted. “Although Bob did mention that he thought you might like some cordial.”

“Indeed I would!” She replied, “Particularly poured into my cleavage then rubbed into my tits!”

“What about afterwards, would you prefer the same for afters that you had yesterday?” I asked cautiously.

“You mean the sex? Naturally I would like to do, or have it done to me again but I don’t want to impose on your good nature.”

“I don’t mind, I really don’t.” I told her honestly. “But there is one thing you could do for me.”

“Name it.”

“We bought a long evening dress from a charity shop, I wondered if you could alter it for me.” I explained.

“Bring it round, I’ll be glad to see you and have a proper conversation.”

“Can I come round tonight?” I asked her.

“Of course! About seven.”

So it was that I drove round to Mum’s that night. On the way, I dropped a note in at Alison’s flat, inviting her out to dinner in a posh restaurant on Saturday night. (It was Bob’s idea) I left our home telephone number for her to ring me back.

When I got to Mum’s, I showed her the dress straight away before we got talking about the weekend just gone. “You know Diana, this is very good quality dress.” She told me. “It is pure silk. Of course the style is a bit too old for you, but if you give me carte blanche to do as I see fit with it. I think you’d be very pleased with the results.”

“Go ahead, it only cost a tenner, so even it is scrapped it really doesn’t matter.” I said.

“So I can do what I want with it? Then I need to take a couple more measurements.”

There was a bit of a pause the almost in unison, we both said “About the weekend………” We laughed and I said “you first.”

“Very well.” She agreed. ” I think you know how much I enjoyed what happened, and I would be averse to having something similar occur again in the future. But for now just let me revel in the sweet, sweet memories that it engenders in my mind.”

“I’m sure that Bob would be happy to oblige.” I told her.

“No! I don’t want your husband coming round here alone and we fuck!” She said emphatically. “If we do something similar again, I want it to involve all three of us. Perhaps you can convince me of the merit of tipping food over each other!”

“Mum, I love you.” I told her with tears in my eyes. “So many parents would not have understood.”

“It was a surprise of course, that’s why I disappeared so quickly. Young people have always experimented with sex for fun, your father and I were no exception.” She said quietly.

“What did you do?” I asked, “You mentioned that he liked to rip your panties, but nothing else.”

“No Diana, I won’t tell you that, I shouldn’t have mentioned the panties thing, it was a slip of the tongue. I want to keep some memories of Geoffrey, I suppose as a enduring secret, that only I know.” She told me gently, and I understood. “Besides,” She added, “Who wants to hear about the sexual adventures of a mother in her late forties?”

“I would be glad to listen to your stories Mum.” I replied.

“Well then maybe someday, but not yet.”

We had a general discussion about the dress alteration, with nothing specific being decided. “How daring can I make it?” she asked.

“If you would have worn it to dinner, -that will be fine with me.” I said. With that, I took my leave.

When I got home, Bob greeted me with a big hug and a kiss, this was not that unusual, but there was something about his demeanour that caused me to ask, “What has happened?”

“Alison has been on the phone, she tells me that you have instructed her to wear something diaphanous for our next date, the invitation to which she has accepted with alacrity!”

I laughed. “I said something flimsy, but I suppose the two could be the same.”

“I trust you are going to heed your own advice.” He said.

“I certainly hope to, but it all depends on my condition and my Mum.” I told him.

“The curse, I understand.” Said he, “But I didn’t get the connection with your Mum.”

“She is altering that dress we bought at the charity shop. She has insisted on a completely free hand in what she does to it.”

He rubbed his hands together briskly. “Can I ring her and give her some guidance?” he said smiling.

“No you cannot!” I retorted. “I worried enough about it as it is.”

“Why?”

“Because she asked me how daring she could make it!”

“Wow! What did you tell her?” he asked.

I grimaced, “I’m beginning to regret it now, but I told her if she would have worn it to dinner, that it would be fine. The problem is, I think she might have thought I meant to a private dinner party, not to a public restaurant!”

He laughed out loud. “Good old Caroline! I hope she comes up trumps.”

“She wasn’t so old when you dipped your wick in her yesterday!” I exclaimed digging him in the ribs.

We had dinner in front of the television, not something that we would normally do, but there was a big match that Bob wanted to see. Later in bed, we had a kiss and a cuddle, but I wasn’t really in the mood to go too much further, so we slept the sleep of the contented.

The week seemed to fly by and by Friday night I was pleased to find that my period had stopped. I phoned Mum to see how she was getting on with the dress. “But it’s finished dear, didn’t Bob tell you? He collected it last night.”

“What have you done to it/” I asked, making a mental note to have a sharp word with my husband.

“I’ve just altered the neckline a bit, and because you’ve such nice legs, I slit it up the thigh a bit. I think you’ll like it, Bob certainly does. Oh! And as it is such fine silk, with such a nice pattern printed on it, I’ve taken out the lining.”

“You’ve what?”

“Slit it to the thigh.”

“I heard that bit Mum, what was that about taking out the lining. And how far up the thigh?”

“It’s a lovely translucent silk and you’ll see the slit when you try it on. I’m very jealous of being too old to wear it myself.”

“Thank you Mum” I said faintly wondering what I had let myself in for.

When Bob arrived home that evening, I asked him, “Have you got something to show me?”

“Yes. He said, “Take a look at this!” He dropped his trousers and showed his penis.

“Not that, I’ll deal with that in a minute.” I snorted. “Have you got a dress to show me?”

“Yes, I have it’s in the car, It’s very sexy you’ll love it. Alison thinks it is super.”

“You’ve shown Alison!” I was getting mad with him now. If he carried on like this he wouldn’t be getting the blow job I was intending to give him.

“I had to!” He pleaded. “Otherwise how would she know what to wear?”

“What is she going to wear, as a result of her seeing my dress before I have?”

“Well, having seen your dress, she tells me it will be something very daring.” He said in reply.

“Will she…..?” I thought to myself.

I banished all other thoughts to the back of my mind, because having promised myself I would blow him, I couldn’t really do anything else – could I? I knelt before him and took Pokey Percy into my mouth. I employed some of the tactics I saw my mother use (You are never too old to learn) and soon had him in a fit state to spurt. Quite often I like him to cum over me either in my face or down the front of anything I am wearing, but this time I was going to swallow. Don’t get me wrong I had often done it before, but I felt the need to have his seed sliding down my throat. The fact that we had not had sex all week, meant that he had plenty of semen in his balls and I wanted all of it.

I was not disappointed. He shot and I gulped it all down. My mouth was filled with the white, warm sticky substance. I loved it and made sure my mouth was empty, with not drop spilt before I stood to kiss him on the mouth. I wanted to make sure that he could not taste himself on my lips. That load of spunk was for me!

He was (for the moment) satisfied, so when I pushed him back on to the settee, he did not resist. I quickly dropped my skirt and panties and knelt on his shoulders. This was my time. I began to masturbate literally an inch from his face. We both knew what was going to happen, neither of us wanted it to stop. Because I was doing myself I brought my orgasm on quite quickly. My juices splashed his face and my thighs and I almost completely came into his open mouth.

I dragged my wet labia all down his shirt front as I slid down to bring our mouths together. “You sexy little bitch!” he exclaimed. “You dirty little cunt! I’ve a good mind to spit into your wet slit!” For some reason these insults turned me more than you might expect. They re-lit my libido so I shuddered and suddenly wanted him to do as he threatened. I rolled over backwards and presented my soaking vulva to him. He sat up and leant forward, cleared his throat and spat at the loving slit that he had occupied so many times before. Twice more he spat, bang on target each time. Then he began to work the spittle into me. As he did so, I thrashed about in ecstasy swearing and cursing at him not to even think about stopping what he was doing.

It was not long of course before I came again with him have three of his fat fingers in my pussy, leaking all over his hand. When he eventually withdrew, I sat up immediately and grabbing his hand in mine thrust those same three fingers into my mouth, licking them clean. I was still wet down below, so with his free hand, he wiped me dry and then rubbed the mixture over my blouse, taking particular care to massage my tiny tits through the fabric.

His face was now over mine, so I was a prime target for something, he had developed the spittle idea by dropping saliva into my mouth which he was now holding open. I lapped it up, then he spoke. “There’s an idea for you to try with a mouthful of spunk with Alison.” I almost wetted myself with glee at that thought.

All this was before we’d had dinner, so it had to be something quick and easy to prepare. So it was, but we washed in all down with a nice bottle of wine, threw the dishes into the washer and went to bed.

After all our activity, we just lay there and talked. “…..Ready for another trip to the market tomorrow?” Bob asked.

“Yes. I need some more kitchen cleaner.” I told him.

He laughed and said. “If Alison is coming round, you’d better buy in bulk!”

“I always do!” I told him “That’s why I buy off the market!” I thought for a minute, “By the way, I still haven’t seen the dress.”

“Leave it until its time to get ready to go out, it will add to the excitement.” I wasn’t sure I agreed with him, but was too tired to argue the point.

The next morning (Saturday) we headed as usual to the market. The weather, although dry and reasonably warm did not look as promising as it had the previous week. I wore a white blouse with a slightly flared miniskirt. As the skirt was flared I insisted on wearing panties. However these were not much more that a couple of handkerchiefs. They were tiny, white and tie sided. On my feet I wore flip flops.

As had now become the custom, we went on the bus leaving the car behind. I sat by the window, Bob sat alongside me. We started on the (long) shopping list and by lunchtime we were both flagging and well loaded with bags. We went into one of the town centre pubs for lunch. We found a table and I surrounded myself with the shopping whilst Bob went and got some sandwiches and beer.

When he arrived back at the table, I noticed that he had bought two pints of bitter. “I only wanted a half!” I complained.

“Well drink what you can and I’ll take care of the rest.” He replied. We sat enjoying the atmosphere in the pub and our snack lunch, when who should walk in but Celia. Remember her? She was the one who took me to her flat and gave me my first lesbian experience. I of course knew her quite (very!) well, but Bob knew of her rather than actually knew her.

“Hello Diana!” she said, “I suppose this must be that fabulous husband that you keep going on about.”

“I’m Bob.” Said he, shaking her hand. “If you’re going to continue to say nice things like that, You can stay. Can I get you a drink?

“I’m Celia, and thank you I’ll have a lime and lemon please.”

“Would you like a vodka in it?” Bob asked with a grin.

“Oh. Go on then but don’t tell anyone!” she said with a laugh.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” I told her.

“Oh yes? What about?”

“That night at yours.”

“Yes it was lovely wasn’t it? Would you like to do it again?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” I said. “In a word, yes.”

Bob re-appeared with Celia’s drink by which time she had her hand on my thigh under the table. I was not sure that Bob noticed, (he had, as I discovered later) but he gave no indication of doing so. He kept on a polite conversation with Celia as her hand slid further up my leg. With her fingers just brushing against the front of my panties, I found it very difficult to follow the thread of the conversation, leave alone make any serious coherent contribution. Eventually Celia announced that she would have to go. Her parting words to me that she would see me at work on Monday.

“She can certainly talk, can’t she?” Bob asked as we watched walk towards the door of the pub. I nodded. “Shall we make a move then, where do you want to go next?”

“Home.” I told him still somewhat dazed by what just happened.

As we stood waiting for the bus it started to rain. Quite gently at first, but just as we saw the bus approaching, the heavens opened. Here was a dilemma. Do we run for shelter and miss the bus or just stand there, getting soaked and have a ride home?

We decided to wait for the bus to arrive, getting drenched in the process. The bus turned up and we climbed aboard. Our clothes clung to us like second skins. I was aware that both Bob’s shirt and my blouse had gone transparent. Bob’s fine physique was clearly demonstrated and indeed on view to the other passengers. My skinny frame (and my prominent nipples) could also be seen. That wasn’t the end of it because we had a 200 yard walk at the other end of the journey from the bus stop to our house.

The rain had not abated when we arrived at our stop. We had too much shopping to run very fast carrying it, so we just walked at our normal pace, giggling as we went. One thing was for sure, we would not be any wetter, had we been in the river! By the time we reached our front door, my short skirt was stuck to my legs and the size shape and lack of opacity of my panties was clear to all. My blouse could just have easily not existed for the amount of cover that it offered. Having said that, I thought that Bob’s shirt having the same properties as my blouse, looked quite sexy! . I like to think that he had the same opinion of me as I had of him. Luckily for him he was wearing dark Bermuda shorts. So nothing below his wait was particularly revealed

We entered the house and just stood looking at each other laughing as we dripped water on the floor. The first job was to sort out the shopping to see if anything had been ruined by getting wet. Luckily nothing much had, although some cut flowers looked to be ready for the bin. “I hope it’s not raining like this tonight!” I said with some passion, “Or there will be three very wet patrons at the restaurant.”

“I’ve always liked the look of women in wet clothes!” Bob remarked with a grin.

We put away the shopping and got showered and changed into normal clothes. This actually took some time because the two of us in the shower together invariably leads to one thing. This occasion was no different. I knelt in front of Bob and pulled down his shorts, (we were both still dressed at this point). In support of me not wearing a bra he had not worn any underpants. I took hold of his penis, which was quite soft and held his foreskin in my teeth, I was not biting but I knew that he was feeling vulnerable. This however did not stop him starting to harden up and soon I was able to move my mouth to his scrotum taking big mouthfuls of testicle between licking all round them and when he adjusted his stance, putting my tongue flat against his perineum. This always gets him going.

I knocked the water off and lay down on the floor of the shower cubicle. “Cum all over me.” I told him. “Over my clothes, my belly, my tits, face and hair. Smother me in your dirty cum!”

“Don’t worry about that, you sexy little bitch!” He gasped as he was getting near. “You’re gonna get drowned in cum!” He was right too. Because of his height as he stood over me, he shot my full length from my belly to the top of my head. He then sank to his knees and took a handful of my long hair and drained the last of his semen into it. As he often does, he rubbed it well in. This time because my hair was already wet, some of the effect was lost. “Stay there!” he grunted as he raised himself to a standing position.

“I know what you’re going to do!” I told him. “You’re going to p………….sss.”

I stopped because he was already drenching me in piss. He sprayed me from top to toe, concentrating mostly on my face. I loved it as his yellow pee stained my blouse and then saturated my face as I rolled my head from side to side. When he had finished, he joined me on the floor and fingered me to a climax. I shuddered as the orgasm wracked through me. Then he got me to straddle him so my vagina was just above his balls. “Piss over my balls.” He told me. I tried but couldn’t immediately, so he pulled my face down to his and we kissed while he diddled my urethra, which soon had my waters flowing. The only thing was I was now peeing over his belly rather than his genitalia but as it was pouring in that direction anyway, we did not change positions.

When we had finished kissing, I whispered “I love you Bob.”

“Was it all right for you?” He asked.

“It would have been better if I’d had dry clothes on before we started.” I replied.

He laughed and said “I’ll remember that for next time.”

“Do.” I told him, “I love the feeling of my clothes getting wetter naturally from your prick.”

We then had a proper shower and went downstairs in bathrobes for a bit of afternoon tea, before watching a bit of TV before getting ready to go out for the evening. As I slumped there on the settee, I realised that I still hadn’t seen my dress since Mum had altered it. “I wonder what my dress will look like when I have it on?” I idly mused, half to myself, but also loud enough for Bob to hear.

“Very sexy!” He told me. “In fact I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you in public!”

I giggled. “I hope you can’t! But don’t forget you said that Alison was going to wear some very daring too!”

“I shall treat you both the same.” He replied.

“Does that mean you’ll be groping her too?” I asked.

“Very probably.” I was amused at the thought. I certainly hope to grope Alison quite a bit myself.

It came time to get ready, Bob phoned Alison to see if she was a) still up for it and b) nearly ready. “Tell Diana, it will take only a few seconds to get dressed!” she replied.

“Diana, put on your dress, we’re leaving!” Bob called up stairs. He was wrong on one count. I already had on my dress and was staring at my reflection in the mirror. I was, in equal parts, horrified, delighted and excited. Horrified because of what I could see – namely pretty well everything. Delighted because the dress was beautiful and although I say it myself, it made me look good too. I was excited at the prospect of wearing the dress out in public.

Mum had taken out the lining of the silk dress, it was a soft peach colour, the front and back both plunged almost to my waist. There was a silk tie between the shoulders which went across behind my neck. These prevented the shoulder straps from sliding down my arms. The welts of my white hold-up stocking could just be seen though the material. The absence of any shadow of panty indicated that there was no panty line because there was no panty. I had put my hair up and was contemplating letting it back down again when Bob appeared. “I thought you might like to wear this.” He said. He was holding a beautiful necklace, which looked like diamonds, they clearly weren’t as our budget didn’t run to that sort of thing, but I loved it and told him so.

The hem of the dress came to just above my ankles, but when I took a step, a slit opened up almost as high as my hip. This also indicated that I had on no panties. Bob was absorbed by the fact that the silk was translucent even in the poor light of our bedroom, my breasts, such as they are and the shape of my legs were clearly discernable. I wondered what would be seen in any brighter lighting conditions. I looked at Bob and asked, “Do you really want to take me out dressed like this?”

“Absolutely!” he boomed. “I will delighted to be seen with you, no matter who should chance upon us.”

“What is Alison wearing?” I asked.

“I have no idea.” He told me. “She told me it was going to be daring, but that might mean an old cricket sweater and gumboots!” I sincerely hoped that was not going to be the case. There was toot from a car outside. “The Taxi is here.” He announced, offering his arm to me. I gulped and linking my arm through his allowed him to lead me to the door.

The taxi was a saloon car (or sedan in the states) rather than a London style taxi so the three of us would all be sitting in the back when we picked up Alison. It would be snug, but all the more enjoyable for the one in the middle.

Alison must have seen us pull up outside her place, for as soon as we stopped, there was a flurry of turquoise chiffon and she was pushing into the other side of the car from me. I had to shuffle over a bit which caused the slit in my skirt to slide off my leg. I went to cover it up again, but a restraining hand on my thigh indicated that Bob was happy with the view. It was a job to see Alison’s dress exactly, but a tight skirt, which rode up as she sat in the car, exposed her stocking tops too. The top of her dress appeared to be several layers of chiffon, through which her bra could be seen quite clearly.

My first chance to see her dress properly was when we arrived at the restaurant. As we stood in the driveway of the hotel, as Bob paid the driver, I saw that as well as a tight, short skirt her dress had a boat neck which seemed just a little too wide to sit nicely on her shoulders. Indeed one side was already on its way down her arm. Just then another car pulled into the drive and the headlights shone completely through my dress! “Whoa!” Alison exclaimed. “I’m loving the see through dress.”

Bob escorted us into the reception area, then we were directed to the bar, where our order would be taken whilst we enjoyed a few drinks. I had a good look at Alison’s dress now and her very sexy embroidered half cup bra shone through her dress like a beacon. Her cleavage was exposed through what turned out to be only two layers of the finest chiffon. Indeed her areola peeked out of the top of her bra cups. “Where did you get your dress?” I asked her. Whilst Bob was otherwise engaged talking to the perky barmaid.

“I’ve borrowed it from a friend. How about you?” She replied.

“Mum made it out of a dress I bought at a charity shop.” I replied, then Bob returned so I said him, “Chatting up the barmaid I see!”

He grinned and answered. “I was just trying to see if she had a bra on.” I thumped his arm for that. Our table was announced as ready so we followed the Maitre d’ into the dining room. We were shown a booth with a semi-circular bench behind a circular table. Bob raised his glass, “Ladies, here’s to a fantastic evening.” We joined in the toast and so our beautiful evening began. Bob sat between us, this time I was on his right. This meant that my thigh was easily available to him to fondle anytime he liked. We sat close enough for me to see that Alison’s skirt and had ridden (pulled?) up much further than it had in the car. This had not escaped Bob’s notice and his other hand was to be seen from time to time on her thigh too.

Remarkably we had a lovely evening and meal. The conversation flowed nicely and perhaps most surprisingly of all, despite there being three of us, it was strangely romantic, not to say erotic and intimate. Moreover Bob didn’t “accidentally” spill anything over me, or for that matter Alison.

As it was a Saturday night, there was some music being provided by a trio. It was meant to be background music, but after most of the diners had finished their meal, the band started playing some gentle dance music. Bob danced with both me and Alison and I wasn’t the slightest bit jealous as they held each other close. As I watched, I saw him speaking into her ear. I wondered if he was saying the same things to her as he had said to me. He had gone into some detail about what he was going to do with my body when we were back home. By the time our dance finished I was so weak at the knees that I could hardly stand.

When he escorted Alison from the floor, her eyes were bright and she was smiling contentedly. I asked Bob to get some more drinks, whilst I danced with Alison. “Did he mention what would happen when we got back to ours?” I asked her.

She laughed out loud and with a happy look on her face, she murmured. “In some detail!”

“I take it you’re happy with what he suggested?”

“Diana, if only half of what you two are proposing to do actually come true, I will be delighted.

“Shall we go then?” I asked.

She put one arm round my neck and with the other hand, caressed my breast, right there on the dance floor. We were attracting a bit of attention anyway, because of the way in which we were dancing or should I say smooching. Her boat necked dress was nearly down to her elbow on one side, leaving her bra strap over her shoulder. She raised no objection when I hooked my thumb under the strap and raised a quizzical eyebrow. Indeed, she kissed my nose and softly said, “whatever.”

The next thing that happened, Bob arrived on the dance floor, carrying three drinks. He bumped into us and I don’t suppose you need telling, where the drinks went? That’s right over Alison and me! He didn’t apologise, but simply said, “It looks as though you two need some time together!”

“I hope we all three will be involved.” Alison piped up.

“Most certainly.” He promised, “Shall we go?” We left the floor with him, one of us on each arm, looking very wet and bedraggled. He clearly intended to throw the drinks over us, why else would he have bought three pints of lager, instead of the lady-like drinks we had been expecting?

My dress was now completely transparent, Alison’s was already so, being chiffon, but her dress, like mine was clinging to her skin and the satin skirt of her dress carried a big darkened patch which was wet to the touch. “My poor dress!” she remarked.

“Your dress?” I questioned, “I thought it was borrowed?”

“It is.” She admitted, “But it is mine for the night.”

“I hope nothing too bad happens to it!” I remarked.

“So do I!” she exclaimed. “I’d be mortified; Sarah has never worn it herself yet!”

I certainly hoped the Bob was taking all this in, bearing in mind that the last time Alison came over she virtually invited him to rip all her clothes off and ravish her.

The ride home in the taxi was interesting because I made sure that I sat between Bob and Alison. On one hand it kept him at bay and on the other, it allowed me to start undressing her, well at least partially. I pulled the neck of her dress down her arm, past her elbow and eased her arm out of it. I tried to do the same with her bra strap, but she resisted. “Later.” She murmured, “When we get to yours.”

That actually wasn’t long in coming as we arrived outside our house in what seemed a very short time. Alison allowed me the concession of not pulling her dress right back up and walked up our driveway with her bra exposed. As it was dark, I don’t suppose too many people noticed.

Bob let us in and said, “You two look ready to put on a bit of a show for me. Why don’t you go up to the bedroom?” I didn’t think too much about that at the time, although he was being remarkably magnanimous in letting us girls get together first.

We bounded up the stairs and Alison threw herself on the bad, held her arms wide and said “Come and get me Diana, I’m all yours!”

I pounced on top of her, both of us still dressed, and we kissed gently but deeply for several minutes. After a while I was aware of Bob breathing heavily. I looked up at him for maybe a couple of seconds, he was naked and standing very close to the bed with his erect penis in his hand. “Don’t waste any of that!” I warned him.

“Nothing will be going to waste.” He insisted.

I crawled on top of Alison and we rolled slightly towards him. Then as we kissed we both felt the warmth of his sperm dropping on our faces. This stimulated our passion and we kissed with more vigour. Then more spunk hit the back of my head, there was more than I expected. Then I saw a stream hit Alison directly on the hairline of her forehead. There was definitely more than usual, in fact there was too much. “What the……?” I began.

“Don’t you worry about anything!” Bob gasped. “I’m enjoying this as much as you!” then suddenly my head was covered in semen. I mean covered, it seemed like a bucket load. I rolled to one side and Alison caught the lot on her face.

“God!” She gasped “What is that stuff/”

“Methylcellulose.” Bob answered. “The nearest thing to synthetic spunk! Don’t worry it is a food additive.”

“It feels lovely.” She admitted, “Got any more?”

“Enough to cover you both from head to toe.” Bob answered.

“Then do it!” Alison cried out, plunging her hands into my slime covered hair and pulling my mouth down her smeared face. We kissed again and I must admit it didn’t taste too bad at all. Not that I was intending to eat any of it.

Suddenly we were completely engulfed in the stuff, literally from head to toe. Then we felt the weight of Bob on top of us. One of his hands slimy with the methyl-whatever, travelled up my leg and a thumb found it’s way into my vagina, his first finger, well lubricated slithered into my anus. He had never done THAT before!” His other hand gripped the neck of Alison’s dress and slowly but inexorably tore it away from her body. “Bob you bastard!” She called out. “Strip me fucking naked!”

“Your dress!” I said to her.

“Sod the dress!” She gasped. “I half expected him to rip it off me!”

“But you said you had borrowed it!” I exclaimed, “Wasn’t that true?”

“Of course it’s true! That’s what has made this evening so exciting, the risk that my friend’s new dress would be in tatters before the night was out!”

AT this point I ceased caring what happened to her dress as I was now fully concentrating on what Bob was doing to me. Between grunts and groans I told him in no uncertain terms that I was really liking the treatment he was giving me. Soon I was thrashing about in the slime that covered the bed. My dress was clinging to me, but somehow that made it sexier, soon I was having the most fantastic orgasm simply through Bob working his thumb in my cunt and (now) two fingers up my arse.

As I came down from the ecstasy, I saw Bob ripping the tight skirt of Alison’s dress completely up the front. His big hands snapped the side of her panties like they were tissue paper. Her bra was a tougher proposition but it was still the matter of a moment before the cups parted company from the straps. Then he was on her and right inside her, she screamed with delight. “That’s you fucking bastard! Take me! Fill me! Shoot your spunk up so far that I taste it!”

For a start I busied myself by scraping up big double handfuls of the slime from the bed and dumping them on the back of Bob’s head and back until I then started on Alison, pushing the stuff into her face and hair. They both seemed to like this. She was spluttering as she pulled his face to hers and thrust her tongue down his throat.

I tired to indulging them so I slid up between their legs and worked my face into the crack of her arse. Bob’s scrotum kept hitting me under the chin so I adjusted my position and took one of his balls into my mouth and teased it with my teeth. The effect on him was almost immediate. With three or four massive thrusts he spewed his seed deep into Alison’s welcoming slit. She yelped with glee and tried to throw her legs round him to hold him in place. She had longer legs than me but it was futile. In the slime they kept slipping off, not that they would have reached anyway.

Bob slid out of her and his penis dropped obligingly near my lips, which soon encompassed it. I could taste him, her and that bloody slime, but it was so delightfully messy that I loved it. I brought up one hand and with wet slippery fingers, circulated it round her puckered anus. I was surprised how little pressure it took to insert two fingers into her. So there we were I was under her thighs sucking my husband’s prick and frigging her backside with two fingers, as he was sucking her tits. This was a novel experience for him, as mine were hardly big enough to suck on. I became aware that she was rubbing her own clitoris, indeed I was doing the same to mine.

We both climaxed due to our own efforts and all three of us, completely smothered in this Methylcellulose stuff, relaxed. I was quite comfortable down there with Bob’s hairy belly lying on my cheek. When Alison murmured, “I have to pee.”

Bob lifted his face from her breasts and said, “So? Pee.”

“But the bed!” She complained, “And Diana”

“Diana will be wet enough soon because I’m going to piss on her head in a minute myself!” He told her.

So it was less than a minute later I was in danger of being drowned by a mixture of his and her urine. I was spluttering and trying to move my head, but Bob held me in place as he virtually pissed up my nose and she sprayed my face. When they had stopped, I called them dirty bastards. And moaned at them, but had secretly loved being held there against my initial feelings. It was the ultimate expression of doing anything that my husband wanted.

Eventually, still all covered in that white semen-like goo, apart from my face which had been washed clean, we got up and surveyed the wrecked bed. “Well!” I said, “I don’t know where we’re going to sleep tonight now!”

Bob smiled. “I took the precaution of putting a big sheet of polythene under the sheet.” He said. “So the bed itself should be all right.”

I picked up the remnants of Alison’s dress. “What are you going to tell Sarah?”

Alison simply said, “I’ve no idea. But I enjoyed every rip and tear and I can’t wait to do it again! And sod the expense!”

We all showered together as might be expected and found that the slime washed off very easily. Then the three of us, picked up the corners of the polyurethane sheet and carried the messy bed linen down stairs, trying not to spill any. Instead of taking out side, (we were all naked) we set it down for a moment on the kitchen floor. Bob was bending over to straighten one corner when I couldn’t resist, tweaking his balls from behind. It took him completely by surprise and he fell into the mess. He stood up grabbed me and lay me in the middle of the sheet, he and Alison took two corners each and this caused a big puddle to form in the middle. I was almost completely submerged when I rolled into it.

Bob took the two corners from Alison and held the sheet so I was just touching the floor with my back and my arms and legs were sticking out of the top. “Alison,” he said. “Go into the cupboards and find the messiest things you can and open them up. Diana is going to have a bath!”

Because Bob was holding the sheet, Alison did all the pouring and tipping. There was baked beans, spaghetti, milk, fruit juice, Bovril (A black glutinous sticky beef extract product that was particularly messy), treacle, flour, even cornflakes. She was particularly careful to make sure that my long hair wasn’t missed, rubbing the mixture of Bovril and cornflakes well into my tresses. I needed to pee myself now, but I knew that there was no point in mentioning it, so I just peed into the mess.

When they considered that I had been punished enough, they each took two corners of the sheet again and carried me outside. Despite the fact that they were both naked, they carried me onto the lawn and dropped the sheet, then high tailed it back into the house. I lay there for about half a minute before crawling on hands and knees off the sheet. I walked down to the back door, but I was denied access, “Wash yourself down with the garden hose.” I was told. You know that water was COLD! Not soon enough for me, was I considered clean enough to be allowed back into my own house, but eventually I was admitted.

The other two were almost helpless with laughter, they were actually holding each other up. Of course I had to go and have another shower to get the finer bits out of my hair. In the meantime, Bob and Alison had re-made the bed. It looked most inviting. Before we retired, I caught Bob alone for a moment. “That was a dirty trick to play on me!” I complained. Although in truth if someone twisted my arm I would have admitted to enjoying the experience.

“You’ll be able to get your own back on Alison before she leaves.” He whispered. I considered his remark. Here I was, not too long married, complicit in my husband not only having full sex with a girl we met only a week ago. Furthermore we were sharing with her things which hitherto we had only done to and with each other. What, I wondered did that say about the state of our relationship?

I didn’t have long to dwell on my thoughts as I was propelled onto the bed by Bob and Alison acting in concert. As I landed on the bed, the two of them set about giving me a very good time in compensation for what they had done to me before. I will not trouble you with the exact details here, but suffice to say they were extremely successful! The three of us were at one point, all on the same part of the bed. Bob was working hard (ha!) with his erect penis penetrating me further it seemed he had ever before. He was using the conventional missionary position, Alison was sitting on my pillow with her legs spread with her back to the headboard and dripping her juices onto my forehead and her labia lips caressed my hairline.

Her wetness ran down my face, each side of my nose and onto my mouth. I could taste her sweetness, but I admit that whilst I was enjoying that, my main attention was concentrated on Bob’s urgent thrusting in and out of my tiny body. Eventually he climaxed sending (I assume) more of his precious white semen right up inside me. This sent me over the edge too. He was flagging towards the end, but as his head was in just the right place, he thrust his tongue into Alison’s soaking pubis, causing my face to get even wetter. It was clear that Alison was getting close to orgasm herself, so I contented myself, by holding Bob in me with both arm and legs as far as I could.

None of us showered afterwards, wanting the muskiness of each other to remain on our bodies. Indeed this may even have prolonged the sexual adventures as we girls explored both each other’s bodies and Bob’s in all sorts of little and slightly smelly places, with our tongues and fingers. It was all delightfully dirty. Eventually, we all slept. Bob in the middle with we girls either side of him.

We must have slept very well, because it was well into daylight hours when I was woken by Bob clambering over me. “Ssssssshhhhhh!” he whispered as I woke, “Come with me.”

I silently followed him downstairs and into the kitchen. “Do you want to get you own back on Alison for what she did to last night?”

“Humphh!” I grunted, “From what I could see it was a combined effort. You and her ganged up on me! I want my revenge on you too!”

“Yes, yes, that’s as maybe.” He grumbled. “I have a plan for Alison, if you want to take part.”

“Of course I do!” I exclaimed.

We donned bathrobes and went outside. There is one small part of our patio which is not overlooked, even by the teenage scrote who lives next door. (I am sure he watches us!). One of the things that the previous occupants of our house left behind, was an old galvanised bath, which I had intended, at some time, to use as a flower container. I had lain in the hedge unused and rusting away ever since we moved in. Bob dragged it into the hidden part of our patio and asked, “What shall we put in it?”

“Alison of course!” I retorted.

He gave me what my grandmother would have called an “old fashioned” look. “I know that!” he said sounding somewhat frustrated with my reply. “Earth, perhaps, mixed with water to make mud? Food? What do you think?”

“I like the idea of wet earth.” I told him.

“Right-ho!” Said Bob and pulled a bag of garden compost, (which I was going to put in the bath at some point anyway) slit open the bag and emptied the contents into the old bath. “Now we’ll fill it with water and mix it all together.” In reality, the two substances didn’t mix very well at all. Perhaps I spoilt it by using a couple of buckets of hot water, to take the chill out of the mainly cold water from the hose that Bob was using. I guess I was feeling a bit sorry for Alison. We ended up with just a bath full of dirty water and a sediment of garden compost at the bottom. If I stirred it up with a spade, I could get some of the earth in suspension for a while, but it soon settled out again. “You keep mixing, I’ll go and get Alison.” Bob said as he disappeared into the house.

I learnt later that she had just awakened when Bob came into the bedroom. “Ssshhh Alison, come with me – don’t bother to get dressed, I need your help to play a trick on Diana.” He had said to her. He led her downstairs, stopping halfway to whisper, “She is outside mixing up some dirty water, to dump you in. What she doesn’t know is the bath is actually for her!” I need your help to distract her whilst I get into a position to pick her up. Agreed?” Apparently Alison nodded and she was reassured by him saying, “Don’t worry about not being dressed, that part of the patio is not overlooked.”

So they crept down the rest of the stairs, she being led by the hand by Bob. He led her through the hallway and kitchen and outside on to the secluded part of the patio. Hallo Diana!” she said rather loudly, apparently in an attempt to make me jump.

“Oh hallo!” I replied, whilst making a prearranged dive for her legs. Bob had already got hold of her under the arms as we turned and held over the still swirling mixture of compost and slowly lowered her backside into it.

“You bastards!” she cried out as she went hips deep into the old and leaking bath. Bob put a foot on her lower chest in order to prevent her getting back out. Believe me if Bob does that to you, no upward movement is possible.

“Ok Diana.” He said quietly. “Do your worst!” When Alison landed in the water, she displaced a lot of it over the side of the bath. Soon she was laying on her back with her head at one end and her buttocks at the other. Her legs were sticking out upwards and she was kicking then about. Her face was just above the surface of the water/compost mix. She soon discovered that the more she wriggled, the more she splashed her own face, so she decided the best option was to just lay there and accept her fate.

I stood to one side out of the way of her kicking legs and scooped handfuls of the dirty water on to her belly and breasts. I also rubbed some into her hair which if I was not careful could cover her face with black bits too. I definitely was not careful!

Eventually I decided that she had had enough and asked Bob to let her up. She sat up in the bath and saw Bob undoing his robe to expose a very erect prick. She didn’t need a second invitation so when he said, “Suck it.” She immediately went to work. For my part, I concentrated on picking up handfuls of the wet peat, dumping them on top of her head and watching then slide down her bare back. I topped this off by reaching round from behind her and rubbing the muck into her breasts, taking the opportunity to give her nipples a tweak at the same time. In time, Bob urged that he was about cum, so I pulled her head off his penis and let him spray her face with his white gold.

She looked a real mess, covered all over her body in little bits of brown peat, and having cum running down her face. She caught my eye and said “Kiss me Diana” What could I do but comply? I put my arm round her shoulder and she gripped mine as we kissed. The next thing she lay back in the bath and pulled me, complete with bathrobe in on top of her. In reality I had been quite extensively splashed anyway. Besides that I wanted to kiss her. I slid one hand down to between her legs and rubbed a mix of water and compost into her vagina.

I whispered “If I had a strap-on I’d fuck you here and now!”

“And I’d let you!” She gasped and then orgasmed into my hand. I knelt and straddled her in the bath and masturbated myself to a finish, leaning back against her upright thighs. When I had finished, she said “I suppose the only thing for you to do now is to piss on my belly.”

“Was that an invitation?” I asked.

She smiled. “I guess it was.” So I did. Bob added his half litre as well from above us before we got out of the bath. We hosed each other off before going back into the house for a proper shower.

“Can you stay for lunch?” I asked Alison afterwards.

She roared with laughter. “I suppose I can, but I’m afraid I haven’t a thing to wear!”

“How are you going to explain the loss of her dress to your friend?” Bob asked.

“I haven’t the first idea.” She said a little more seriously. I know she had it made specially, so I’ll bet it was expensive.”

Bob reached for his wallet which was on the dresser. “I’ll pay for it.” He said.

“You will NOT!” Alison retorted sharply. “You’d make me feel like a prostitute!” The she went on, “I knew what I was doing wearing the dress. It was exciting to know that I was taking the risk of ruining it with no fallback position. In fact I found the danger of that happening to be a turn on. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t willing you to rip it off me, although I knew I wouldn’t care if you did.”

“Did part of you relish being taken home naked?” I asked.

“I suppose it was.” She admitted. “Although I did imagine that it would be in the dark, not in broad daylight on a Sunday afternoon. I am not quite so brave now, I’m afraid.”

“Diana will sort something out for you to wear home.” Bob told her.

“I hope it won’t be too outrageous.” Alison replied.

I smiled and said “You’ve just given me a great idea!”

Alison groaned “Oh no! What have I said?” I grinned quietly to myself.

I went off to prepare lunch leaving Bob and Alison to lay the table. I determined to keep her naked as long as possible. Not for nothing did Bob decide that we would have Sunday Lunch in our front room. We have no lace curtains there and passers-by would be able to see in.

I served lunch and we sat round the table such that Alison had her back to the window. Throughout the meal Bob and I kept up a commentary on the (mostly) men who came up a stared through the glass. The fact that almost all of these were imaginary was lost on Alison who was convinced that her bare back and bum were displayed to each and every person who walked by. She was quite pink by the time we were finished. We confessed after we had had coffee on the settee whereupon she announced that we were “Bastards”.

“We note that you didn’t get up and run out of the room.” Bob said.

“I was too scared they would see something else.” She replied.

About an hour later, I went upstairs an sorted out Alison’s “going home” outfit. I was tempted to give her a micro skirt and one of my crop tops, (both would have been too small). But I settled on one of Bob’s shirts. In fact it was the similar to the one I first wore to the market. It had a collar and short sleeves. But the best thing was that it was very big around the hem and (on her) extremely short! I gave her no underwear , not that I would have any that fitted her. “Make sure that you get it back before she goes inside.” I told Bob.

“But I live in a terrace!” Alison complained.

“All right then, but make sure you give him a big kiss on the doorstep.” I replied.

“Why don’t you come along and supervise?” Bob asked. So I did.

“See if you can undress her.” I said to Bob quietly, hopefully not loud enough for Alison to hear me as we drove along.

“What was that?” She asked suspiciously.

“I asked him if he remembered the address.” I turned to her and said.

“Ha! A likely story!” she humphed. I smiled to myself. I was not exactly overdressed either, I wore only a chemise or full underslip. This had been bought some time ago specifically to be messed up sometime. This would not be the occasion as I was sitting in Bob’s company car.

We stopped outside Alison’s door and she quickly made it to her doorstep but Bob was quick enough to grab her before she disappeared inside. He put his arms around her, kissed her full on the lips and said something to her. She responded by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. The action of her lifting her arms up lifted the hem of the shirt to dangerously close to exposing her bum. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway as Bob’s hand slid up inside the shirt and lifted it half way up her back. Whether she didn’t realise, or didn’t care, I don’t know. All I do know is that I saw this woman and my husband kissing like mad. His hand progressed up her back and came to rest on her shoulders. He said something else and one of her legs crept up his leg and rose up to his hip.

I don’t know why but something that I thought I would find funny, suddenly seemed very erotic. I found my hand sliding up my own thigh and tickling my clitoris. I started to Mumble “Strip her Bob, strip her right off!” My hand started to move quicker and quicker until I was very excited.

The next thing I knew, the shirt was off and tossed behind Bob onto the pavement, Alison was half in the door, naked with one thigh over my husband’s hip and they were still kissing. Eventually they parted and Bob turned to me and waved me to join them I quickly got out of the car as they disappeared into the house.

I followed them along the passage and up the stairs to her room. It was a mess, but that was not what commanded my attention. They grabbed me, threw me on the bed and while Bob, thrust two fingers into my wet slit, Alison was ripping my slip completely down the front.

She bent down and kissed me and tweaked my prominent nipples. I was ready and they both knew it. Bob brought me to a thrashing climax and then jerked himself off over my titties, Alison’s hand and both our faces. Bob then thrust his handH he between Alison’s legs and started to masturbate her. Meanwhile she and I were slobbering over each other, her above me on her bed. As she knelt above me, moving in concert with the thrusting of Bob’s hand, I cupped her pendulous (compared with mine) breasts and rolled her nipples round and round. “You pair of bastards!” she exclaimed just before squirting over Bob’s fingers. Her sweat was running off her face and on to mine. A sliver of saliva slowly made it’s way from her bottom lip to wards my face. I opened my mouth to accept it. Then we kissed.

When we had all settled down, Alison began to laugh. “What are you giggling at?” I asked.

“The tables have been turned.” She laughed. “You’re the one who has to make it home naked now!”

I had to admit she was right, and giggled as I did so.

Bob went outside to retrieve the shirt that Alison had worn home. He was fond of it for one thing, the fact that I needed it was another. He brought it back up to the room and then did something extraordinary. He wiped Alison’s wet cunt with it! “I want Alison’s smell on you as we go home.” He explained.

“In that case.” Alison said. “I think it should have the smell of all three of us on it.” She took the shirt and she wiped the shirt across her own face and breasts, then offered it to me to do the same, which I did. “Now wipe your pussy with it.” She instructed me.

Needless to say with her pussy juices, together with mine and also Bob’s cum on the shirt, it definitely carried a mix of aromas. I slipped it on and felt deliciously licentious and wicked. “It’s a pity it’s not market day, we could take a walk round the town with you wearing that.” Bob complained.

“If you’re going to take her into town in that state, let me put something on, and I’ll join you!” Alison enthused.

“I….. I’m …. I’m not sure……” I began.

“OK there won’t be anyone up town anyway on a Sunday,” Bob conceded, but then announced triumphantly, “We’ll go to the Boatman!”

The Boatman was a pub with a large beer garden which backed on to the river. “Only if we sit by the river!” I demanded.

The drive to the pub took all of ten minutes. Alison had come along too wearing a nice summer dress. I was disappointed with her for wearing underwear and told her so. “I’ll take it off when we get there if it offends you.” She remarked coolly.

“In that case you can take off the dress instead!” I joked.

“Is that a dare?” She demanded.

“It might be.” I replied cautiously.

“Duly noted.” Alison replied.

We found a picnic table near the river and established ourselves around it whilst Bob went into the pub for drinks. It was a nice sunny afternoon, but most of the other groups in the beer garden were up near the pub. Alison pulled her dress up to the top of her thighs to give them some sun. I had no need to pull my shirt up to the top of my thighs because it was already there. In fact My bum was on the bare wood of the seat as there was not enough fabric for me to sit on.

Bob re-appeared with a tray holding three pints of Shandy and two glasses of wine. “Why all the Shandy?” I asked.

“I’m driving, so I can’t drink anything but Shandy.” Bob replied as he put the tray on the table.

“But three pints?” I persisted.

“Oh, of course, I forgot to say, the other two are for you and Alison.” He explained.

“But we have wine.” Alison remarked, confused.

“Oh, they’re not for drinking, they’re for this!” Bob picked up two of the pints and poured them over Alison and me! I laughed out loud as Alison shrieked when her thin summer dress went transparent. I my shirt was made of sterner stuff and although wet did not show my body through it.

“I think you ought to get out of that wet dress.” I remarked mildly.

She put out her tongue at me and pulled me to my feet. “You don’t look as wet as me.” She snarled “-Yet!” With that she twisted her body and sent me running down the steep grassy bank towards the river. There was no way I could stop so I plunged into the clear running water. Although it was only a couple of feet deep, I fell as I entered the water and went my length on the gravelly bottom.

It was actually very cooling and I have to admit quite pleasant. The shirt had ridden up in the flow, so it was under my armpits. After a moment or two I stood up and tried to get out of the river but the bank was too steep. Bob reached out for one hand and Alison for the other. I grabbed both hands and pulled. Bob withstood the pull but Alison did not have the same resistance and I pulled her into the water with a splash. I was delighted.

“I think I’d better get out of this wet dress.” Alison said with a grin, she took off the dress and sat at the picnic bench in her bra and pants. I didn’t have that option of course, as the shirt I had on was my only garment. Eventually after pleasant drink at a riverside pub, on a nice afternoon, we left for home, dropping Alison off at hers on the way.

“That was some date!” Bob said as he drove.

“Would you like to do it again sometime?” I asked.

“Can a fish swim?” He asked.

“So you would like to have sex with two women, rip off their clothes and mess them up.” I said.

He stopped the car turned towards me and asked, “Do you have a problem with that? Is there something that you want to tell me?”

“I have one problem with what happened this weekend.” I admitted.

“Honey, I’m sorry! I thought you were up for all this! Hey if you want to cool this thing down, just say the word. I love you and want to keep you happy and in love with me.”

“You haven’t heard my problem yet.” I told him.

“Yeah sorry Diana, what is it you wanted to tell me. I promise I’ll fix it and go along with whatever you want.”

“I sort of expected that you would do things to me, that’s what our relationship is based upon, but all those thing you did to Alison, ripping her expensive borrowed dress, messing her up and shagging her, well my only problem is……. I can’t wait to do it all again!” I laughed.

“You little minx!” He exclaimed. He grabbed me and pulled me towards him and kissed me long and hard on the lips. Then having released me he took hold of the neckline of my chemise and ripped right out. “I’ve a good mind to make you walk home now!”

“If you walk with me, I will.” I told him even though we had over a mile still to go.

“We’ll get a bit closer.” He said and drove on.

I made no attempt to cover myself as he pulled up in the street outside our house and I had to walk the twenty yards or so to our front door. I was getting to like public exposure and only wished I had bigger boobs to let people see.

That evening we had a relaxing night on the sofa watching TV. Bob was twirling his fingers in my hair and said, “Diana, do you think your Mum would like a session?”

“What sort of a session?”

“A messy session.”

“God knows, She liked it when you fucked her, but I don’t know about going further.”

“Why don’t you show her a few photographs?” He suggested.

“She knows that you have slapped me with foam pies and such.” I told him.

“It’s just that I’ve got another can of Methylcellulose left over.” He said.

“Don’t you want to leave that for Alison?” I asked him.

“I think Alison is ready to move up a stage, how about you?”

“You know me, I’m always ready to move up a stage.” I said with a laugh

“Silly bugger!” He slapped my thigh, then slid his finger up and brushed my labia. “Shall we go to bed?”

“Yes, lets.” So we did.

The following Wednesday I had a date with Celia to look forward to.