Forward: This story was written in response to a story sent to me by a new friend, Steve from Derbyshire, please read A night out with the lads first before continuing with this story. And I must say a very special thanks to Steve for allowing me to publish his story on my guest story page.

John called me to the bedroom window, “What do you think of this?” He said, well to say I was shocked was an understatement, there, spread out on the bonnet of her husband’s car was my long time friend and neighbour Teresa. John had been disturbed by the powerful halogen lights that surrounded Steve and Teresa’s house. Teresa had always come across as ‘little Miss perfect’ in the past, you know the type, ‘butter wouldn’t melt’, but this was a different side to my friend. Her blouse was wide open and her skirt rolled up around her midriff. I could just make out a man’s head between her thighs, lucky bitch ran through my mind, it had been ‘many-a-year’ since John had visited himself on me in that way, not that I actively encouraged him these days. I’m not sure if I was shocked, surprised or disappointed to see that it was Steve who I recognised in that split second between eating Teresa’s womanhood and transferring his attention to her breasts. I watched in admiration as Steve put so much effort into fucking his wife on the bonnet of their car that he was actually pushing the car along the drive against the incline and possibly even the handbrake. John said, “I think the off side shocker is weak, I’ll have to mention it to him in the morning, probably fail the MOT next time!” My husband, the romantic, whizzed through my head but barely took my attention away from Teresa being royally fucked in full view of John and I. Then I noticed someone at Steve and Teresa’s living room window, the baby sitter was looking out, trying to see what had just lit the grounds around the house like Blackpool during the illuminations. I gessed that the babysitter would have been Teresa’s mother, Teresa, from her position, would have been able to make out her sitter looking out but it wasn’t so certain that the sitter could see exactly what was going on, bonnet side.

The grand finally was something to be hold, Steve pulled himself out of Teresa’s body quickly and in the powerful, blue white light I watched as Steven’s semen arched through the air between their bodies. I saw a string of sperm reach Teresa’s breast and another actually reach beyond her shoulder and onto the bonnet of the car. And then it was all over, Teresa simply tucked the hem of her blouse into her skirt’s, waste band, and she left Steve fighting to get his underpants and trousers up and stumble along in her wake. I watched for a few seconds more, John had returned to bed the second Steve finished, and was asleep well before I watched Steve pulling off of the drive with the baby sitter in the car with him. Sleep wasn’t as easy come by for me as it was for John, I couldn’t resolve the quandary of my normally prim and proper neighbour suddenly turning into the kind of woman who would fuck a man in public on the bonnet of a car, even if that man was her husband.

If I had been alone in that bed I would have allowed my fingers to wander down to my moist inner self, I often ‘pleasured’ myself when alone in bed but never while John was in it with me. I would hate him to get the wrong idea and take my, self-gratification as an indication on my part of need. It had after all been many months since I encouraged John to slacken the chord on his pyjama bottoms and roll onto my side of the bed. In the end, to get any sleep at all I had to promise myself that I would invite Teresa over for coffee as soon as John left for the pub in the morning.

Saturday was a warm but muggy day, the thunderstorm threatened during the previous evening hadn’t hit us and so the moisture hung in the atmosphere with dark foreboding. But at least it was warm enough to throw the kids into what was left of my back garden to play plant destruction or whatever game they had in mind. John was through the door fifteen minutes before opening time, he had the walk to the local pub down to a fine art. John had, over the years, managed to shave fractions of a second off of the time taken to his holiest of places, from twenty minutes when we first moved into the area to fourteen minutes and thirty seconds. I waited fifteen minutes, if John had forgotten something he may have returned any time up to opening, but once under ‘barmaid’s orders’ he wouldn’t return until closing time or the outbreak of some natural disaster, like the pub running dry, until I phoned Teresa and invited her over for a coffee.

Teresa came across the road with her two children in front of her like a human shield, I smiled inwardly, sge obviously had forgotten my policy of keeping my monsters out of the house while ever it was light enough to play out and sometimes dry enough too. I opened the front door just before the first child reached the threshold, as soon as both children were inside my hallway I said, “Right you two, you know the rules, strip down to your undies and place all valuables into the box on the bureau”. I had two old t-shirts that I handed to the children, the shirts were so large that they almost brushed the floor, I folded their discarded clothes and used them to hide the wristwatch that was the lone valuable in the valuables box. I threw both children into my garden, like lambs into the lion’s den I thought but they would give as good as they got or they wouldn’t survive the day, nature has a wonderful way of thinning out the weak!

“OK Teresa, give!” Teresa put on her best ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ face, “Last night woman, white blouse and green skirt?” “I went out with Steve” she said innocently. I put on my best imitation stern mother voice, “It wasn’t the going out it was the cumming in, or rather all over you and the car’s bonnet when you got home I’m talking about!” Teresa sat and blew into her coffee cup to cool it, she took a deep breath and started to regale the story of the previous evening and the eventful journey to the birthday party. “With Steve watching?” I kept interjecting at the relevant times, “Yes, and he adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could see better”. John didn’t care about me very much, we had been together far too long but he would have been extremely jealous if another man had even looked at me, let alone fondled me on the way to a party. “And Steve didn’t mind?” “No, he was very turned on by it all!”

Now I was depressed big time, all I could do was mutter under my breath “You lucky cow” over and over again. “And what would you do if a woman came on to Steve?” I asked eventually, almost missing the fact that Teresa had just told me that she had a note of Carl’s telephone number. The whole thing began to get complicated at this point, we were now biginning to have two conversations at once, I had to grab her by the shoulders and shake her to make everything stop spinning around for a few seconds. “What do you mean you have Carl’s telephone number?” “Well he didn’t have any fun last night so I thought that it would only be fair to him to give him a call sometime when I’m lonely”.

“So what would you say if another woman, say a neighbour, was to come on to Steve?” “You?” I said nothing, “No offence but Steve knows you, the whole point of last night was that the men were strangers, men that we would probably never see again!” “But you have Carl’s telephone number and are planning on ringing him when you are alone!” “Mmmm yes I see, Steve might not like that too much” was her reply.

Coffee finished and Teresa’s children covered from head to toe in mud I decided that I would have to stop my chat with Teresa as I could feel the ‘anticipation’ running out of my body and down both sides of my inner thighs. “God I need a shag” I said to myself, “Perhaps I should give you a copy of Carl’s telephone number”, Teresa said, “Shit did I say that out loud?” “What?” “Ooooops!”

I kept Carl’s phone number in my safest of all places, the one place that neither John or my kids would ever look, the cupboard with the cleaning products in! several times during that week I had pulled the slip of paper out, read the number carefully, lifted the handset on my phone but each time I had chickened out before the last number was keyed in.

I had managed to reach Friday night without plucking up the courage to press that final ‘eight’ that would have connected me with Carl and chickened out once more, I almost jumped out of my skin as the phone rang the second I placed it back on the cradle. Teresa was phoning, “How would you like a night out?” “I’d love it but no monster sitter and John wouldn’t stay in with them on his own, not while he was sober anyway!” “My mother is coming over to sit for me, what do you think the chances are that your brood would behave themselves for her if she looked after all of them?” “Mmmm I think I have enough ‘Laudanum’ to keep them quiet for a few hours, why what are we going to do?” “I’m not sure exactly, I have been chatting to Carl and he has some sort of event planned for tonight, they even have a bus organised to take us to Sheffield, I asked if there would be a spare seat for you and he said the more the merrier”.

I got my monsters dressed ready for bed and put their overcoats on top, then ushered them across the road. I was planning on rushing back home and taking a quick shower and searching for something nice from my wardrobe full of dross. “You don’t have time, Carl phoned five minutes ago, they are on their way” Teresa’s news devastated me, she dragged me by the hand into her bathroom, “Just a quick shower, don’t do your hair” she barked at me. I managed to break the three minute shower record, Teresa was back in the bathroom, I was naked but didn’t mind Teresa being in with me, especially as she had a see through, red silk blouse in one hand and a red Rah-Rah skirt in the other. I dried myself and dressed in the clothes Teresa had left for me. I had put my bra back on, white under see through red silk didn’t look good so I had to take it off again, I was admiring myself in the mirror when Teresa returned with self supporting stockings, still in their packaging. “I was about to put on the old M&S knickers that I had been wearing all day but Teresa stopped me by lifting her skirt and showing me that she had not bothered with knickers herself. My old white panties fell back on top of my pile of dirty clothes.

The bus was a surprise, it was built as a thirty-five seat, luxury coach but it had been refitted as a fifteen seat, super luxury coach. Each seat was a ‘couchette’ the kind that were used on intercontinental journeys so that the passenger could get to sleep reasonably comfortably. I was introduced to Carl, there were five men on the coach, Steve made it six, so there were still six seats free on the bus as we drove off. I whispered to Teresa, “Which of the men did you have fun with last Friday?” “None of them, I have never seen anyone but Carl before!” Teresa and I had sat next to each other as we boarded the bus, we assumed that there would be other stops as there were so many seats free.

The bus made short work of getting on the dual carriageway, signposted to Sheffield. As soon as the bus got up to speed, Carl wandered along the bus closing the curtains on both sides of the bus. One of the other men was closing the blinds that separated the drivers section and steps to the front door and as soon as the outside world was closed out completely the interior lights came up to full brilliance. Carl stopped on his way back to the front of the bus and grasped Teresa’s arm, he said nothing as he moved her bodily across the isle and into the inner seat of that pair, leaving me on the inner seat of my pair. Carl took a bag from the front of the bus and dipped his hand in, For madam Teresa, Allan wins, and for Rose, Peter. Peter Sat by my side, je introduced himself and kissed me on the cheek, I watched as Alan sat by Teresa and did the same.

Peter was a little over-weight, mid thirties with, dirty blond hair, Alan was younger, fitter, and much better looking, “Teresa one Rose nil”, I said to myself. It was a little disconcerting, I was kissing Peter and he was making short work of fondling every part of my body, but the bus was lit up like a sports stadium and there was an audience of five men watching the action closely. I looked over at Teresa, Alan had his hand in her crotch and he had brought her to a powerful climax while Peter was still rubbing his hands all over the outside of my clothes. I heard a loud ‘Ding!’ Some sort of timer had sounded, I had no idea how long I had been kissing with Peter but he left my side as soon as he heard the ‘Ding’. Alan stood up too, a little slower than Peter, I noticed that his trousers were open and his cock was standing out proudly in front of him. Teresa was a far faster worker than I, I thought as Carl dipped his hand into the bag once again. “For the wonderful Teresa”, he opened the folded piece of paper and then poped it on the seat at his side, he dipped into the bag once again, “Harry! Congratulations young man”, Harry looked young, less than twenty and extremely fit. “And for the wonderful Rose”, Carl picked up the slip of paper that he had placed on the seat earlier, “Steve!”

Steve wasted no time at all, he knew me quite well but not this well, he made me stand up and stripped me totally except for the stockings and his wife’s, red, four inch stiletto heeled shoes. Steve didn’t kiss me as much as Peter, after all he knew me well, he opened his trousers and pulled my head into his lap. I could still see Teresa and young Harry, she was taking his clothes off and massaging his cock. I had to amend the score after seeing Harry’s cock, I realigned the score to Rose one, Teresa one. Steve’s cock was quite large, an inch at least longer than John’s and so fat that it was hard for me to close my mouth around it. Steve was pushing my head harder into his lap, I knew that my teeth were scraping along his shaft but there was nothing I could do about it, I would have had to dislocate my jaw to prevent it. I began to gag slightly, Steve seemed intent on getting his cock past my oesophagus even though he had absolutly no chance of succeeding. I managed to catch a look over at Teresa, she had reclined both seats, she was definitely driving things with young Harry, he was now completely naked as was Teresa, I had to pull away from Steve’s cock to gasp for air and noticed that Carl had stopped the little clokc and was adding more time to it. Teresa was kneeling above Harry and was moving his rock hard but disappointingly small cock so that it lined up with her pussy. Carl had obviously decided that he didn’t want young Harry to miss out on this experience by the serendipity of a timer. Steve grabbed a hand-full of my hair and tugged my head back into his lap. I had known Steve for several years and I had always had him down as a very loving and gentle man, I was certainly seeing a different side of him now.

Steve had tries once again to get his cock-head passed my oesophagus without success, then he changed tack, he reclined our seats, pulled my body so that I was on my back with my head hanging loosely over the backrest of the seat. Steve pulled my chin as far back as it would go so that my neck was straining as much as it could, then he leaned over me from behind and aimed his cock at my mouth once again. Steve used his fingers to pull my chin as far forward as it would go, easily pulling it passed the point that I found comfortable. He began to fuck into my mouth, slowly at first and then building up in speed and power. I suddenly remembered watching him the previous Friday evening, the fact that he had enough power in his thighs to push a car up an incline and possily against the hand-break too, it was too late to stop him though. I could hear from his breathing pattern that he was close to his climax and there was the burgeoning taste of salty pre-cum oozing out of his huge hard dick. There was a sudden thrust from Steve and he stood totally still, he had managed to break his cock-head passed the muscle protecting my throat and now he was injecting his semen directly into my stomach.

I strugled back to a position of comfort, Steve was at the front of the bus taking a drink from a fridge unit. I looked to my side and saw Teresa riding Harry’s cock, she was mid climax and Harry was sweating profusely, I watched as he gritted his teeth and thrust up to meet Teresa, they lay still for a few moments connected, body to body. Teresa lifted herself off of Harry and I watched as his seed fell from her vaginal cavity all over the young man’s thighs. Teresa asked for a drink, the clock hadn’t sounded so Carl wasn’t waiting to select from his bag. Teresa slid next to me on my seat, “I should have warned you about Steve, he loves to do it that way, if you’re use to it it’s OK but it can be a little frightening the first time”.

The loud speakers in the ceiling crackled and the driver announced that they were two minutes away from the club. Teresa and I were passed our clothes back and everyone got dressed. I was listening as Carl was telling Harry how well he had done, “Not every seventeen year old gets to have a first time like that!” Carl told Harry.

The club was very dilapidated, situated in a rundown part of Sheffield, I saw from the various notices that they had tried everything going to bolster flagging turnover, karaoki evenings, amateur talent contests, quiz nights and now a ‘Gentleman’s Smoking Evening’, posh way of saying ‘stripper night’. There were around two hundred men in the club, they were all baying for the strippers to come out, two hundred men and two women in the audience. The first stripper was an old trout, she danced like a tone deaf woman with two wooden legs, she only got down to her bra and panties and the noise and heckling from the crowd made her run off stage. I heard Carl tell Teresa that she would do a far better job that that old slapper, Teresa blushed a very deep crimson, I moved to her side and whispered in her ear, “What’s wrong?” “I think Carl is going to make me do a striptease on stage”. I looked around to see where Carl was going and sure enough he was making his way to the side door of the stage. “Just say no”, I said, “It’s not that easy, I agreed to do anything I was told to do tonight, that was the condition for this evening”.

Carl came back and whispered something into Teresa’s ear, she followed him back to the stage door, the audience was getting a little ugly, there were chairs being thrown and so much noise that it was actually painful to listen to.

The lights finally dipped down and soft music drifted from the loud speakers. I recognised Teresa instantly even though she was dressed completely differently from the last time I saw her. She danced on stage, woodenly at first and then she eased into the dance, Carl was standing at the front of the stage giving her signals when to take something off, move faster, move slower. Eventually Teresa was totally nude on stage, Carl held up his hand to her and she took it and allowed him to guide her off of the stage. I watched as four hundred hands reached out to touch her, the music had stopped long before Teresa was back on stage and taking her bow to rapturous applauds.

While Teresa was back stage getting changed back into her own clothes Carl asked me if I would like a turn on stage, I thanked him but turned down his offer, “It’s worth three hundred pounds for a simple strip, Teresa got five hundred for leaving the stage while naked!” “Where do I get changed?” I asked.

I had made up my mind that it would be much better if it was just the kids and me, John was a lazy good for nothing drunkard, perhaps if I can do something like stripping perhaps I could support myself and the kids and even have a little fun out of life. I was directed to the back stage area, Teresa’s name was written on a dressingroom door in chalk. I knocked and opened the door, Teresa was lying on her back with a naked man sweating between her thighs, I almost closed the door again until I realised that Teresa wasn’t there mentally. I watched quietly as the guy finished off, he had a condom on and he removed it and threw it into a waste bin at the side of the couch, I watched as he opend his wallet and dropped cash by Teresa’s handbag. “Hi you!” I said, “Oh hi, are you going to do a few men or are you going to strip?” “Strip, I think!” there was a knock at the door behind me, another man was standing there, as I changed into the clothes provided behind a curtain I heard the man grunting into Teresa’s body, it was all over in five minutes and there was yet another pile of cash and yet anther condom in the bin.

I spent fifteen minutes dancing on stage, I bumped and ground and stripped much too fast, eventually I fell on the floor too dizzy to know which way was up, with the music still playing I was led by Carl around the audience and back to the stage. I walked in on Teresa still servicing men in the dressing room, there were eight condoms in the bin and Teresa was just lying there taking no active part in the proceedings, just allowing the man to use her body. “Do you fancy a go? She asked me, I shook my head, I could do the stripping but I didn’t think I could just allow complete strangers to do me as Teresa was allowing them to do her. “You’re silly, you were willing to let the guys on the bus do you for free, this way you can make a bit of money too” there was sence in what she was saying. The manager came into the room and asked me if I would like a room, he winked at me, “We take twenty-five percent for providing the customers, the room and the condoms”, I told him that I would be interested in stripping from time to time but I didn’t think that hooking was for me, he laughed, no one strips, they are all hookers, the stripping is the shop window, lets the guys see what they are buying. I took up his offer of a room and settled down to making my fortune.