I,d like to take you back to the early 1980's and introduce you to Ian and Julia. Ian was a yuppie, complete with Filofax, BMW and all the money that went with it. It wasn't always that way. He grew up on the same council estate as I did and went to the same schools as myself. I left school and went to university and got a a good job in the design industry. Ian went straight into the city and into finance. Now Julia was a bit of a mystery. When I first met her she was with Ian at a party at his house and you would think that she was a good Catholic girl with all the airs and graces. From all appearances she was. Then another mate that went to the other secondary school let me in on a few secrets. Half way through secondary school Julia suddenly disappeared from school. Her nickname had been The Bouncer, this was because she would bounce on almost anybody's cock. I was purported that she gave the best blowjobs on the estate where she lived. Everyone guessed that she had gotten pregnant and her family whisked her away. That turned out not to be the case and her family came into some money, in fact a hell of a lot of money and moved to a posh area in Sevenoaks and Julia was put in a finishing school. From her previous record she didn't need much finishing. Julia now acted and spoke way above the level she had been brought up in her early years. Ian would hold card nights at his house. I would often get invited, but would often have to pull out the games when they got silly with the betting. Ian lost a car in one game and bet his yacht in another, the 2.3 million pound yacht that he kept reminding us all about. He was lucky that night and won. I would often came away with three or four hundred pounds at the end of the evening having staked myself with fifty quid, which was the most I could afford to loose. The night in question the betting got silly and I had to drop out for a few hands and whilst they played on Julia was making some more exotic cocktails that they had in Mauritius. I was talking to her and she was talking with the usual plumb in her mouth the way that she did, when I dropped her old nickname. She went bright red and told me to shush. Another hand was about to start. Ian had already dropped a little over three thousand pounds. Let me quickly tell you I have a very good memory and can count cards. I was dealt a great hand and I stayed in the game. Both of Ian's work buddies had folded and it was just Ian and myself. I knew I had the upper hand, yet Ian continued to raise. I was quickly running out of money, I think he was trying to force me to fold. One of his buddies staked me saying that he would stake me if he won half the pot. I agreed and we quickly got to the point where Ian run out of money. He threw in his Rolex and then the BMW. He was in a jam and I think he now knew it, but couldn't see a way out and refused to fold and cut his losses. I raised again and he was out of options and wouldn't throw the yacht in as, by now knew, he was going to loose, but he wanted one more raise to see if I would fold. Why would I, I had the better hand and even if I lost it was on the strength of his mates money. He asked what else he could throw in, half expecting the yacht or his one point six million pound house. I thought for a moment and then said, "A night with Julia and you pay for the hotel room. Ian looked shocked, then asked for a few minutes break so he could talk with Julia, who had been watching the game and looking more uncomfortable as it played out. Two minutes later he returned on his own and sat back at the table. He nodded in agreement that the bet was on. Well he knew the outcome before it happened and as expected he lost. His mate tried arguing that he should get half the night with Julia and half the pot. Ian was looking even more worried. I stepped in knowing what these types were like over money and I suggested that he could have all the pot except my stake and Julia. He jumped at it. Then his other mate shouted forfeit. He then suggested that if Ian welshed on the bet, he would have to forfeit his yacht. Ian had little option but to agree. He handed his mate the Rolex and his car keys. The game came to an end as did the night. Two weeks later I met Julia outside the Hilton hotel and went to reception and registered. The receptionist told me that the bill was covered as was room service. Julia and I went up to the room. Inside was very luxurious, way above my pay scale. Julia went straight to the mini bar and opened a bottle of tequila and made herself up a cocktail with it. I opened the whisky. The air was tense and we both knew why we were there. I suggested that perhaps she would like to use the bathroom first. She took a big swig of her drink and then went into the bathroom with her overnight bag. It was a huge wow moment when she came out fifteen minutes later. She was dressed in a very expensive negligee that she told me she had just bought for tonight. She looked as sexy as hell. I joked asking if it was Julia or The Bouncer stood before me. She asked which I'd prefer. I told her The Bouncer at that moment. I was already laid on the bed and she joined me and quickly took my cock out and it was in the back of her throat in seconds. Man was I enjoying that. I had always been competitive with Ian and nine times out of ten he would win, but tonight I was the winner. As Julia sucked and slurped on my cock I took me shirt off and undid my belt. Julia paused long enough for me to remove my trousers pants and sock, having already ditched my shoes. Julia was back sucking my cock when she showed me her party trick. She had my whole cock down her throat and managed to stick her tongue out and lick part of my balls. I had never seen a woman do that before, let alone enjoyed that. Julia really knew how to handle a cock. If she hadn't married Ian she would have made a fortune either as a high class prostitute or as a porn actress. I was in fear of loosing my load and reluctantly pulled Julia off my cock. I rolled Julia onto her back and I think she thought I was just going to climb on and fuck her. No I wanted my moneys worth and ducked under her negligee, no panties, and stroked and kissed her bald pussy. Although I was twenty seven, I had never seen a totally bald pussy. Contrary to porn films few women actually shaved down there in those days. Between her expensive perfume and the aroma from her pussy it was intoxicating. Then I licked up her pussy lips that had been tightly shut. Upon just the light touch of my tongue her lips peeled open like a flower does in the sun. I could see her clitoris now peeping out from it's hiding place. The moment I touched it with my tongue, there was no more Julia, it was purely The Bouncer. She was thrusting her pussy at my tongue and between moans was uttering obscenities. "Lick that clit you dirty bastard. Stick that tongue up my fucking hole. Arghhh yes that's it fuck me with that tongue. Yes more don't stop now you bastard. Oooooh Arghhhh," she was almost yelling at me, and then she came shaking all over like the leaf from her flower. I continued to lick gently as she came down from her orgasm. "That was great you dirty fucker," she exclaimed, "so what do you want now?" I told her that The Bouncer had better bounce well. She had a glint in her eyes as she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. She wasn't gentle as she slammed her pussy down my cock and I felt her arse cheeks against my balls. Then she was off like a steam train, the piston being slammed into the cylinder, or in this case her pussy. Man could she ride. I know I had won the prize, but the way Julia was fucking me you would have thought she had won me as her prize. It wasn't very many minutes before she came again and the rigorous fucking, along with her cramping pussy and her previous sucking, had me shooting my load deep inside her pussy. She was collapsed on top of me gasping for air as I was recovering. As she recovered she rolled off me. "That was bloody great," she proclaimed, "I've not had a bloody good shag like that in ages." Then she declared that she was now hungry and we should call down for room service and that the prick should pay for it. By the prick I deduced that she meant Ian. I thought that she would go into the bathroom when room service arrived, but no she just remained spreadeagled on the bed. The poor bell boy looked totally embarrassed that he could see up her negligee right up to her gaping wet pussy. I gave him a tip and with one final glance at Julia's pussy scurried away. Julia laughed when he had gone at his embarrassment. We ate the food, which was delicious and drank the champagne. Then The Bouncer said, "You gona fuck me again or what?" I told her that I was most certainly was going to fuck her again. Her response was, "Oh goody." Then we were back on the bed. I removed her negligee. Then laying face to face, I kissed her exchanging tongues. After some while I worked my way down to her tits and after sucking and licking both tits I left a hickey on her left tit as a reminder for Ian. Then worked my way down to her naval and swirled my tongue in it. She squealed and grabbed my head telling me that I was a dirty fucker. Then on down to her pussy. It had closed up again whilst we had been eating. It soon opened up again as my tongue slid along it's crack to reveal my inner prize. As soon as my tongue touched he clit she came, and as I persisted in eating her out she went into a series of orgasms that were getting bigger with each one. "For gods sake fuck me," she gasped between orgasms. I licked her to one final orgasm before grabbing her ankles and putting then on my shoulders as I positioned myself on top of her. Then with the same lack of gentleness I thrust right into her. She gasped very loudly. Then she was back with the obscenities, "Yes fuck me like a dirty whore. Yes deeper, yes fuck Ian's pussy, take it yeeees," as she came again. I was still a long way from coming, I was far from finished with her as I rolled her on her front and pulled her up into the doggy position. As I slid back in she gasped, " Oh yes, oh god," as I hit bottom, " Fuck me." Well I didn't let her down as I slammed into her for what felt like hours, but was probably just minutes. She was drenched down there and so was I. I collected up some of our juices and applied it to her arse hole before slipping a finger into her arse. She stopped thrusting back at my cock for a few moments as my finger went in past the second knuckle. "Ooooow, you are a dirty fucker," was her response to the finger and than she resumed humping back at my cock. Clearly this wasn't the first finger up her arse and I wondered if she had ever had a cock in there. I removed the finger and collected more of our mess on my fingers and inserted not one but two fingers this time. A little squeal, but no resistance from her, but her arse was certainly tight. Then she said, "If your going to fuck my arse take it very slowly please, It's a very long time since I had a cock up my arse." I slid my cock out her pussy and took aim at her arse hole and applied a little pressure. She was real tight and I increased pressure twice before her arse gave way and allowed my cock entry. The with a few small pushes I was well and truly in her arse. It took quite a few more strokes to get right in and I stopped balls deep in her arse so that she could get used to it. Then when she was ready she gasped," Well get on and fuck it then." I did and because she was so tight I lasted just a minute or so before dumping a load up her arse. We both collapsed on the bed, totally shagged. After a short while Julia said she was cold and we got under the duvet and snuggled up together. Then with fucking out the way she was back to being Julia. I must have fallen into a deep sleep, when a noise outside our room woke me with a start. Julia groaned and wriggled under the duvet a bit more. It flooded back to me that I was in the hotel with my mates wife. My cock had grown again. I slipped my hand between Julia's legs. Her pussy had dried up and closed, but quickly opened again as I stroked it. "Go to sleep Ian," she mumbled. I whispered that it wasn't Ian. That woke her, and she was quickly aware of where she was and who had a hand between her legs. She rolled to face me and my hand was back between her legs as her hand groped for my already hard cock. We were sharing tongues. She was getting wet very quickly again as I fingered her. Then I was rolling her onto her back. "Not in my arse again. It's a bit uncomfortable," she informed me. I was soon back inside her pussy and pounding her fanny for all I was worth. "The Bouncer was back with all her obscenities, urging me on to fuck her longer and harder. We came together and lay in a heap for several minutes. We then slept until morning. I awoke with a hand around my cock just as she sucked it into her mouth. I was soon hard and was pondering what position to fuck her in when she pulled me from the bed and into the bathroom and the large shower. She turned the water on and proceeded to lather both our bodies. Then we were having the slipperiest fuck I had ever had as my body slipped against hers while my cock slipped inside her pussy. She was really into this and came quickly and a few minutes later she came again and took me with her. Rinsed off and dried we dressed and Julia rang down for breakfast. The bell boy gave Julia a long look as he left the trolley and took the evening one. Then refreshed we went to reception, and Julia checked out. As I drove her back home she informed me that she had booked us a room for the following month. I was a little shocked and asked about Ian. "Fuck him," she said, "If he treats me like a whore, he can give away, then he can expect me to be like a whore. As I parked on their drive Ian was looking out the window. Julia deliberately lent over and gave me a long passionate kiss. She then picked up her overnight bag and went in doors. The following month we were back in the hotel for more fun. After that she would come to my house once a month for fun and we even spent a weekend on Ian's precious yacht. That was almost forty years ago. Ian is now pretty ill and doesn't have long to live. I visited him regularly until covid. On one of my last visits he gave me a copy of his will. It has left all his belongings jointly between Julia and myself as long as I look after her. Shortly after Ian went into hospital Julia moved in with me and I have no intentions of letting Julia, my Bouncer go anywhere else.