The pub was now open and I sat in the corner at the end of the bar watching Margaret serving the small number of regulars. I had already been introduced to the other bar staff as a nephew who was just visiting for the one night.

I nursed a couple of pints for the next few hours, making polite conversation with some of the punters who introduced themselves. My mind kept wandering as I watched Margaret who kept looking over at me and giving me a naughty smile.

It was a turn on to know that none of the pub regulars had any idea of what had happened and what was definitely going to happen when the pub closed. Time dragged but eventually last orders was called, fingers crossed none of the regulars were expecting a “lock in” that night. The staff left, everything was locked up, lights out and the three of us made our way upstairs. I excused myself saying I needed to freshen up and made my way through to bathroom. Having freshened up I went through to my bedroom and paused, taking an excited deep breath I suddenly decided to strip down naked there and then. I thought I would surprise them by walking through to the lounge with nothing on. I could feel myself going hard as I turned and walked along the passage towards the lounge area.

As I entered the room I realised I was not the only one with the idea of a surprise. I was treated with the site of Margaret sat naked on the sofa. Her legs were drawn right up so that the heels of her feet were resting on the edge of the sofa. They had been set slightly apart so I got a full view of her shaven pussy. I was stunned and my steps faltered as I took in the site.

Margaret laughed, raised her hand and used her index finger to beckon me forward. Her husband was again sat in the lounge chair Polaroid in hand with a big grin on his face. I walked forward and once again dropped to my knees in front of Margaret and began to softly and gently run my tongue around her pussy lips. She soon had her hands on the back of my head pushing me into her as she moved her hips ever so slightly. As her moans and her breath became more erratic she suddenly pushed my head back and asked me to stop. She then slowly pulled her pussy lips wider and used her fingers to pull back the hood of her clit. As she exposed it with one hand she pulled me forward and told me to very gently kiss it and run my tongue around it. I needed no encouragement and as I leant down I was aware of the Polaroid camera out of the corner of my eye. I found myself moving slightly so that the camera had a better angle on what I was doing. I was enjoying being photographed and found myself beginning to think about how best I could involve the camera in what was happening.

Meanwhile Margaret’s moans had become louder and as I worked my tongue more energetically around her clit she again pushed me away and gasped for me to stop. She then stood and pulled me up off the floor and she then lay back on the carpet in front of the fireplace. As I knelt on the floor again she pulled me over on top of her. Her legs parted and she reached down with a hand, gently gripped my erection and guided me down to her pussy. Once again there was the flash of the camera so I paused and moved slightly to the side to allow a better picture as I began to slowly enter Margarets pussy. I raised myself up on my hands and toes so I could see as well and was aware that Margaret also wanted to see. She had raised her hips and bottom as her husband grabbed a cushion from the sofa and pushed it under her. I slid slowly deeper into her as she eased herself towards me. I felt her legs lift and wrap around my waste as she let out a gasp. Her hands were already clasped on my backside and she flexed her fingers encouraging me to thrust deeper. Our gentle rhythm began to increase and Margaret pulled my head down on her shoulder as she whispered in my ear “ we’re really fucking it know!” She kept repeating the phrase in tempo with my thrusts. Her voice gradually grew louder and she was now beginning to shout it over and over. This encouraged me to increase my rhythm and depth of my thrusts until I felt myself starting to come to a climax. I cried out and Margaret immediately rocked her hips more aggressively still repeating the phrase. I gave a cry and orgasmed, within seconds Margaret cried out that she was coming. It was glorious, I could feel her shuddering under me as I gave few more involuntary spasms. We just lay in each others arms trying to catch our breath and recover.

We eventually got up off the floor and sat back on the sofa together. She draped a leg over mine and rested her head on my shoulder. Her husband had sat back down in his chair but was surrounded by the polaroid pictures he had taken, most scattered on the floor. As he bent to pick them up and sort through them Margaret asked if she had “broken me”. I wasn’t sure what she meant but her husband laughed and asked if I was good for another session. I was unsure how to respond and as I paused, she asked how long it would take for me to recover and be able to make love again. Again I hesitated and then I said that perhaps it would be around 20 -30 minutes. We relaxed on the sofa and chatted with them doing most of the talking. They explained that they enjoyed cuckold play and Margaret had wanted to play with someone young and I had fulfilled her desire. They wanted to know if I would be interested in joining them again as they would like it to be something more regular. Of course I was up for that! Margaret’s husband then said that Margaret was Bi and she had a lady friend that also came to visit and play. Evidently she did not mind Margaret’s husband watching and taking pictures. Margaret then asked if I would be interested in joining them some time. Although her friend was gay she had already said she was happy to take part in a 3some. Evidently She was happy to play with a male but would not allow full intercourse with a man! I didn’t know what to say but the chat and the thought of this perhaps happening in the future had begun to get me aroused.

Margaret noticed and gave a throaty chuckle. Her hand moved slowly down to my crotch and she gently rubbed my already stiffening cock. I bent and gently caressed her breasts and nipples with my tongue. All the while Margaret gently rubbed and squeezed my ever increasing erection. Once it had become fully stiff she got up from the sofa and knelt on the floor. I needed no invitation and immediately knelt down behind her beautiful bottom. I bent forward as I pulled her bum cheeks apart and admired the view. I lowered myself down on the carpet so my face was level with her bum. I moved forward and licked her pussy. I could feel she was already moist and as I became even more aroused I found myself working my tongue further up her backside. Without realising I had pushed my tongue against her bum hole - she yelped in surprise and jerked slightly away. I mumbled sorry, but Margaret pushed back and gasped that she wanted me to do it some more, and I duly obliged. After a few moments I rose up on my knees and shuffled forward so my cock was just touching her pussy. I held myself there whilst her husband took more pictures. I had already decided that I wanted to ease myself slowly into Margaret - inch by slow inch - pausing at each stage to look down and see my cock sinking inwards. I had only moved forwards ever so slightly twice when Margaret decided to take the initiative. To my surprise and great pleasure she suddenly pushed back hard against me. I felt myself slide right inside and could feel her buttocks pressed hard against my body. She then held the position, did not make a single movement and was perfectly still. I was about to move but she gasped for me to stay still. We held together without moving, when suddenly I could feel Margaret flexing and gently squeezing my cock with the muscles of her vagina. The sensation was amazing. I was going to have to work hard to resist the urge to cum right there and then. I began to work myself backwards and forwards in a slow rhythm. Margaret held still but then began to move in counterpoint to my thrusts. She then collapsed forward off her hands raising her bottom higher which made me rise slightly so I could thrust deeply inside her. I could feel myself beginning to cum and Margaret sensed it too as she felt my cock begin to spasm. I wanted to stop, make it last longer but she shouted for me to “fuck her harder”. She cried out - “give it to me now” as she orgasmed and immediately made me cum.

I was exhausted and found myself clutching her shoulders but not wanting to pull out of her. We stayed in that position for a minute and then I shuffled back and sat down on the sofa. She dropped onto the floor and rolled on to her back in the middle of the carpet. Her husband was now on his knees taking more pictures and encouraging her to spread her legs so he could get a picture of my sperm gently dribbling from her pussy. There was no way I was going to be able to go again - she had definitely broken me this time.

After some more chat I realised it was really very late and I had got to get up early to get a taxi to Hebden Bridge station so I could get to work in Manchester the next morning. I bade them both good night, with Margaret saying she would see me in the morning for breakfast before I left. I walked out of their lounge and back to my bedroom via the bathroom in a post sex haze. I slept like a log and was woken by Margaret early in the morning. As we sat and had breakfast she asked if I could phone in sick for work and stay the morning as she really wanted to carry on! I was flattered but I did have to go to work so I made my apologies but said that I really wanted to see them again. Margaret said they had both enjoyed me being there and she would get in touch with some dates.

I was not going to miss up on the chance and who knows perhaps I would get to play in a 3some with her lady friend some time in the future.