I had been married for two years and had become very much a housewife. I hadn’t been out of the house at weekends for months, so when Karen phoned me and asked if I’d like to go out with her and Roisin for a night, I gladly accepted.
Karen and Roisin arrived at my house at Eight O’clock on the following Friday evening. I was upstairs getting dressed, so my husband, Roger welcomed them and ushered them into the lounge before serving them drinks.
I decided to wear a black leather mini skirt and a black lacy top, with a quarter-cup bra below. I put on my new sheer holdup stockings and checked myself out in the mirror. My boobs were visible through the lace top, so I grabbed a black jacket and ran downstairs to join the others in the lounge.
Lorna and Roisin finished their drinks and Roger drove us into Belfast City Centre in his car. He dropped us at Morrison’s Bar and we made our way to the first floor lounge, where a band was playing. We bought our drinks at the bar and went off in search of a table to sit at. The place was packed, but we found a table where a group of five young guys were sitting and they made room for us.
The band started playing and it didn’t take long before the lads at our table asked us to dance. As the night progressed I had danced with all five of them at least once, but mostly with Mark, who I had taken a liking to over the evening. I was also enjoying the attention that Mark was giving me, so I wasn’t shocked when he suddenly held me close and started kissing me. He ground against me as he kissed me and I felt the hardness of his rigid cock press against my thighs. I couldn’t resist reaching down to give his cock a playful squeeze. At that moment I made my mind up that I would feel that cock inside me before the night was through.
I danced only with Mark for the rest of the evening and with my jacket off, my boobs were clearly on display to him, even though the lights had been dimmed. We kissed as we danced and I didn’t care who saw us or what they thought. Mark’s cock felt so hard as he ground against me and when he reached inside my mini skirt and rubbed my clit with his finger, I didn’t object. I let him continue for a few seconds before reaching down to move his hand away. I whispered, “Later” and kissed him like I meant it.
My two friends had also paired up with one of Mark’s friends, although I wasn’t sure which one, as I’d seen them kissing and flirting with all of them during the evening. Mark had invited us to a party in the new apartments at the Titanic Quarter, so when the bar closed at midnight, we made our way outside to wait for two taxis that had been ordered.
Mark and I took the first cab and were joined by Lorna and Sam. The others followed us in the second cab. It was a London-type taxi and there was enough room in the back for all four of us. Sam and Lorna sat facing us and they started kissing. Mark didn’t waste any time and as we kissed, he unbuttoned my jacket and gently touched my boobs, through the lacy material of my see-through blouse. In turn, I unzipped his jeans and put my hand inside, where I found a very stiff and thick, circumcised cock of well over eight inches.
I’m no stranger to cocks, but I’d never ever had a circumcised cock in my hand before. It felt so different, but I gently stroked it and Mark wasn’t complaining, so I continued. My skirt had ridden up, exposing my stocking tops and Mark was stroking my thighs openly. I didn’t care that Sam and Lorna would have been able to watch us. I was in heat and all I wanted was to feel Mark’s cock inside my pussy.
A few minutes later we arrived at the Titanic Quarter. The apartment was on the first floor and we were soon welcomed inside by the owner, Barry. Mark introduced us and then left me talking to Barry while he went to the improvised bar for drinks. Barry was very polite and welcoming and I took an instant liking to him.
Barry asked me if I’d like to be shown around his apartment while Mark got the drinks and we left the main room and walked down the corridor which led to the entrance door which we’d come through when we entered the apartment. There really wasn’t much to see. Barry opened the doors of the rooms and showed me three very tidy bedrooms and a small room with his expensive record player and vinyl collection. He then said that he was sure that he’d seen me before, but wasn’t sure where.
The final room was where Barry had an office. He took me in and told me to take a seat, before booting up his computer. Within seconds the monitor lit up and Barry selected a website and after another few seconds, my picture appeared on the screen.
“I knew it, you’re an escort for Northern Agencies. I’ve seen your profile so many times.”
I could hardly deny it, because my profile was staring back at us. I just smiled and asked him if he was a regular user. Barry told me that he had met a couple of girls from the agency, but had used it more often to provide companions for his clients when they were in Belfast. He told me that he had considered me a few times, but thought that I was a bit tarty looking for his clients.
I laughed out loud when he told me that and I assured him that I could be a proper lady when I put my mind to it.
Barry suggested that maybe I could demonstrate some of my skills and if I was up to his standard, he could put some work my way in the future.
“Do you mean now?” I asked, “Mark will be wondering where I have got to.”
Barry assured me that Mark knew exactly where I was and he’d be along to join us shortly.
I suddenly realized that I’d been set up, but I was far from angry. I thought that the whole scenario was hilarious.
Barry got up from his chair and stood in front of me. I didn’t need to be told what he wanted, so I knelt in front of him, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Out popped a very nice stiff cock and after holding it for a few seconds, I placed it between my willing lips and drew it deep into my throat.
I held Barry’s balls with one hand while I bobbed my head up and down on his big thick cock, doing my best to throat-wank him. The door suddenly opened and Mark entered the room. I didn’t look round to see him, but when I glanced up at Barry, I noticed him smiling at Mark.
Mark set the drinks which he had brought for us down on the desk and then took up position behind me. He pulled my skirt up until it was almost wrapped around my waist like a belt and then I felt his hands on my thighs and my G-string being pulled aside, just before his cock plunged deep inside my pussy.
After a few gentle thrusts, Mark’s speed increased and his hand found my clit, which he rubbed hard as he turbo-fucked me. Barry was pushing my head down hard on his cock and forcing it down my throat. I gagged a few times, but kept at it like a good little whore.
The pace increased and I knew that neither of these two men could last much longer. I could feel my own orgasm building, mainly due to how Mark was furiously rubbing my clit. I didn’t want it to stop, but suddenly Barry groaned and I felt his hot seed, gush into my throat. I gulped it down as it spat from his cock in strong jets. Then I felt Mark stiffen inside me and give a sharp gasp as his sperm flooded my womb.
Mark slowed down now, but kept fucking me gently until all his sperm had drained deep inside me before he withdrew his now limp cock. Barry’s cock flopped out of my mouth and I smiled at him.
The party had just begun and the night was still young. I hadn’t managed to achieve an orgasm during this somewhat rushed fuck session, but I knew that these two cocks would soon be hard again and I was in the mood for whatever they could offer me.
