At twenty two years old I moved to the outskirts of Birmingham and was offered a room by Patrick, a manager at my new employers. Patrick, mid 40's had split up from his wife and needed the extra cash to pay the bils. It was a difficult for me as I left my girlfriend Emma back in the small market town where we lived. I caught the train home on the first two weekends, nearly 3 hours each way, to see her and spend time with her. Emma was 19 at the time and in college, we were besotted with each other. An attractive young woman with long brown hair, brown eyes and her best assets, lovely athletic legs and a curvy little backside. Our sex life was grea but tricky as we both lived with our parents. Patrick was going through the break up, he was moody and quite domineering at times. Apart from being older he was also confident and opinionated, something I was not. Patrick asked why I was going home at weekends. I told him it was to see my friends and Emma. He said if it helped me, she was welcome to stop. Emma started staying with us. For the first time in our lives we had privacy, just the two of us in our little bedsit. I lived for the weekends and Patrick's mood seemed calmer when she was around. Our first taste of freedom in our own room, she was on the pill and we were like rabbits and when not in bed, we went out exploring. Emma stayed most weekends, and over the next 4/5 months things got better with Patrick. She was quiet in his company but her quirky personality started to show. He started to tease her and she summoned up the courage to give a little back, just small things at first, but we all enjoyed the banter. None of us had much money, so saturday nights we were either in our room or enjoying a drink watching tv in the main living room. Normaly we would watch a popular Quiz show and Em or Patrick, who were both competitive, would shout out the answer. The competitive streak soon turned into a 'forfeit' competition. 'If i'm right you have to wash up!' Patrick was, and she did. Thats how the 'forfiets' started. One night I was woken up by Emma, 'Ssssshhhhh' she whispered and giggled. I lay there as we heard a woman reaching orgasm. It was muffled, we both giggled, Patrick has got somebody in his room. Listening in turned us on, it didn't take much, Em's hands were down on my cock and within seconds we were at it. A few drinks the following Saturday and the Emma/Patrick competition kicked in. She was now feeling more relaxed comfortable in his company and they got along well. 'Hahhahhhh' shouted Patrick who had guessed right your forfeit. He gulped some beer 'I will have a think, I may have a dare for you this week' 'Dare, thats changed, i'm intrigued' she replied. The evening wore on, a few more drinks and later on, after a few too many, we were off to bed. 'Your dare, your dare is to wear that short tartan mini skirt in that photo in the room, wear it around the house' smiled Patrick. We had both forgotten about the dare and must have looked confused for a moment. Emma looked at me, I have plenty of photos up in my room of her one of which she was wearing a short tartan skirt. I had talked to Patrick about my home life and showed him the pictures when I moved in months earlier. 'Ermmm I don't have it here' she explained it's at home. 'I only ever see you in leggings or jeans' he replied adding ' come on Em, then wear it next week, thats your dare!' 'Okay, but only if you tell me who the woman was in your room last weekend?' she teased. Patrick look surprised, then confused 'Never' he replied. 'Then no skirt' laughed Emma. They stared at each other for a moment. 'I'm off to bed' I said breaking the atmosphere. As per normal we were at it as soon as we were in our room. 'He likes your legs' I teased. 'Shup up' she giggled. At least I got out of wearing it! 'Sort of turns me on, him fancying you' 'Perve' she replied, 'why?' Now that question got me thinking' 'I suppose he is older and experienced, I would love to see how you two would get it on' 'Oh I see a live porn show for you' she teased 'So Imagine him on me' she goaded 'Imagine him pushing into me' 'Oh fuck, you bitch' I groaned and within seconds shot into her. 'Well you could have said the same to me' she smiled 'Test for effect' My throat went dry. I whispered in her ear what I wanted Patrick to do to her. She shut her eyes as I talked dirty. It didn't take long. 'Ohhh fuck' she groaned, gripping onto me tight as I stroked her soaking clitoris to climax. A few times during the week i'd always ring Emma, the following week was no different. 'You know what you said saturday night?' she asked, 'Are you serious?, would you want me to do it or was that just drink talk?' I got nervous, 'What do you think?' I asked. 'You want me to' she replied 'It's okay to think that, but I could never do it behind you're back'. 'I know, it's just a bit of fun' I replied. Soon the next weekend was up on us, she had found the skirt and we imagined the same scenario again. 'What turns you on about it?' I asked as we lay in bed afterwards. She thought for a moment. 'Don't get this wrong, but I have only ever slept with you, it is a turn on to think of somebody else. 'You fancy him?' I looked at her. 'Well, he is a bit old, but I like him, he has been through a hard time, he is cute, well kind off and I find his confidence attractive' she said. 'Confidence irritates me, but I'd love to see him fuck you and nobody back home would find out' I said. 'Lets see what happens' she replied. Everything seemed normal when we spoke to Patrick I think she had hoped he had forgot about it. We went out for the day but my mind was elsewere, I was as horny as hell. Late getting back we had a shower, grabbed our bottles of rum and coke and went straight downstairs to join Patrick for the usual Saturday night TV. It was awkward for a while, just silence, I was worried Patrick was on a downer. 'Best not play tonight, my drinking is getting me into trouble' said Patrick. 'Awwww I enjoyed it, and Mark does to' replied Emma. 'I know but I say things I shouldn't' he replied not taking his eyes off the tv. 'So you don't want me to wear the skirt around the house?' she replied cutting him off. 'But i'm only wearing the skirt if you tell me who was in your room?' Patrick's eyes lit up 'You've got it here? Put it on then and I will reveal all' . 'Think it is me doing the revealing, woman's name first' Em teased. 'Nope, no deal' he stared back at her 'skirt first'. Patrick was mesmerised as Em returned to the room in a white blouse and the short red tartan skirt. She looked nervous as she sat on the sofa crossing her legs. The skirt rode up revealing shapely white thighs. Patrick pulled a DVD out from a drawer and put it the player. 'I think this is the woman you heard the other night?' Emma looked confused 'I don't believe you are going out with her' 'No i'm not, I had this playing' he laughed at her confusion in his predictable know it all fashion. He left the dvd playing as got himself a drink and handed us some glasses, loud groaning was coming from the tv set as he sat down and started talking to us if everything was normal. 'This beats the quizzes eh ?' he smiled toasting another drink in our direction. 'Sort of' she replied her cheeks now blushing a little. 'Well you and Mark can do your own thing and I will just sit here and admire the view' I noticed him admiring her legs through the awkward silence that followed. 'Or do you want me to do something about it?' he smiled and looked at me then back at Em. I looked at her to. 'Maybe' she replied looking at me. I just nodded to her. She took another sip of her drink, probably to cover her nerves. 'Its okay, you don't have to do anything' I whispered to her. 'No, no I want to' she looked back, but only if you're happy with it' Hearing this Patrick stood up, eying up her legs has he walked across to us. He sat the other side of Emma on the sofa. He took her glass off her, cupped her elbow in his hand and turned her towards him. I noticed her gulp as he leant forward and kissed her on the lips. Her hand dropped to her knee. He pushed towards her kissing her more passionatly as he moved in close. The more he pushed his body into her the more Em leaned onto me. 'Relax' he whispered as he pulled away for a split second, she was shaking a little but just smiled. I felt my heart pounding, I was so turned on, expecting her to back down any minute and anxious I may have to defend her. They carried on kissing while leaning on me. 'Shall I stop' he asked. Em just moved towards him and kissed him on the lips. This its it, its going to happen, I felt excited, nervous and aroused, I put my hand on her knee. I could feel her leg tremble a little as I slid it up her skirt as far as I could. Em groaned as he rubbed her breasts through the blouse, her legs opened a little so I could get my hand higher. My fingers went straight to her pussy. I could feel the fleshy dampness building through her knickers as I started rubbing gently. Patrick must have sensed her legs had opened, as his hand was soon pushing at mine, she turned a tad towards him lifting her legs a little giving us both more room to play with. I felt her shudder as his hand squeezed alongside mine to play with her through her knickers. Emma let out the occasional groan and shook a little as we played. I could hear them both breathing heavily as they kissed. I pullled my hand back to let him work on her. 'Ohhhhhhh yesssss' she groanedand within asecond as Patrick's fingers had a cleared way. His light brown hand stood out against her white knickers and thighs as she pushed her hips against his fingers. Her face was now bright red, hands gripping his shirt tight,. 'Ohhhh fuck, fuck' she pulled away for breath, Patrick's head stooped and kissed her neck. The back to the kiss. I gently pulled at her knickers, Patrick sensing my intensions started doing the same. Em closed her legs, lifted her backside and in an instant her knickers were at her knees. Patrick's hand shot back between her legs. 'Ahhhhhhhowwwwww' cried out Emma and her body jolted when his fingers found her flesh. Em's groans were getting louder. Echoed by the moaning in the film running on the dvd in the background., Patrick pushed her legs wider as he stroked. Her body jolted again, the more she groaned the more intent he became on working on her. I pulled her knickers all the way off and stood up. I saw her glistening pussy briefly as her legs widenend, I noticed the knuckles on his hand moving as the tips of his fingers stimualated her, it didn't take long. 'Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck, fuck fuck, fuck me' she cried as she gripped him tight. Her back arched, body jolted and her head shot back as she cried out in orgasm. He slowed down as she relaxed and got her breath back. She leaned forward and kissed him, he pulled away. 'Can I , is it okay?' he asked 'Yes' she muttered. He stood up and dropped his trousers and pants. She twisted to make herself more comforatble as she lay along the sofa. He knelt between her legs and straightened his body. 'Just relax' he whispered, I had started wanking as I watched her legs lift up to make it easier for him to enter her. He steadied himself, and gently pushed his way in. Her body stiffened and hips pushed towards him as he pushed home. 'Ohhhhhhh' she groaned. He started fucking her, slowly and gently at first, looking down on her. Her hands were on his arms. He slowed down and tried to under her blouse buttons, not very successfully as he tried to keep his balance. 'Let me' she said and undid the buttons down the front, he finished off by pushing her bra up revealing her two beautifully full breasts. 'Wow, that is stunning' he said looking at her tits. His head dropped as he started kissing and licking her nipples. It was too much for me, seeing this and hearing Emmas groaning bought me to orgasm, squirting into the bottom of my T shirt Patrick started slowly on her while kissing her breasts, going back to her neck and her lips. He then pulled his head away and just pumped harder and harder, soon the whole sofa was shaking, the throw kept falling across her face by the force of him fucking her. Her legs stretched out, she cried out in pleasure each time he hit home. He was unrelenting, I felt a tad of jealousy as I watched her body jolting with each hard stroke. His breathing got heavier, he was puffing and starting to slow up. He leant down to her, Em's face was bright red, she gripped the back of his neck, looked up at the ceiling I noticed she was biting her lips. He started to build up rhythym again and her cries grew louder each time he hit home. 'Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh that was fucking good' he gasped one the final hard stroke. I could see his pelvis moving as he emptied into her. He leant down and kissed her, her legs dropped down. It was all over in 5 minutes. 'I better clean myself up' she said. He got up, his cock still semi erect. Emma pushed her skirt down, picked her knickers off the floor and went to the bathroom. Patrick looked at me after turning the dvd player off, 'Hope you enjoyed that' 'Yes' I bloody well did' I replied. Em showered and came back into the room looking very embarrassed. 'I'm sorry' she said as she came straight to me and gave me a big cuddle. 'Don't be I loved it' I replied 'So did I' sme smiled. 'Nobody will say anything' confided Patrick, 'Not a thing, it's our naughty little secret' She looked more relaxed hearing that. 'But don't change the skirt and blouse' Less than a quarter of an hour later he grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the room to his bedroom. 'That was a great starter, but now for the main course' he said as I followed them up the stairs. To be continued.