The second part of our story, titled "growing closer," ended with Bob coming back home to spend the holidays. By then, we had moved into our new apartment, and celebrated a lovely Christmas with our family’s in Yorkshire. During New Year's Eve, we partied with Mandy and her new boyfriend, engaging in some fun and intimate activities as we welcomed 1982.
I had received the keys to our new apartment and purchased furniture: a large double bed, a settee with two chairs, and a dining table. I also had my personal items from home delivered: a single bed for the spare room, wardrobes for both of us, decorations, and other things to make it feel like home.
During the second week of December, I was given access to the dockyard to meet Bob's ship. A group of wives, girlfriends, family members, and children eagerly waited for their loved ones to arrive. When I saw Bob walking down the gangway in his uniform with his bag in hand, I couldn't contain my excitement and ran over to hug and kiss him. It had been the longest time we had been apart.
We drove back to our new home together, and I showed him around. He loved it. When we reached the bedroom, I told him to sit on the bed while I used the bathroom. Once inside, I quickly stripped naked and put on some sexy lingerie - suspenders and stockings. I had even found a sash similar to one worn at a hen night that read "Please Fuck Me." When I walked out of the bathroom, I made sure he kept his eyes closed until I stood in front of him. Then I told him to read the sash and follow its instructions - no foreplay needed. Bob eagerly complied and undressed like a man possessed. I was lying on my back with my legs spread wide open as he rubbed his cock against my wet pussy before thrusting inside me. It had been three long months since we last made love, and it was exhilarating. He fucked me hard until he filled me with his hot cum. No toy could ever compare to that.
After we caught our breaths, I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned it off while getting it hard again, until I had that familiar mouth full of hot cum swallowing it all down. We continued this cycle of fucking, eating, drinking, going out, and then fucking some more for the next four days. By the end of it, I had a pussy and stomach full of his cum. Wendy's words echoed in my mind - "a honeymoon every time."
The week before Christmas, Bob had two weeks off, so we went to Yorkshire to visit friends and family.
In January, Bob set sail for three months before returning home for two, then leaving again for another two months. In August, his ship started a mini-refit, and most of his crewmates were posted to other ships. However, Bob was selected to stay on as part of a small holding crew to keep watch. This arrangement worked out well because he could work during the week and only needed to stay overnight on the ship once every eight days.
As mid-March approached, my sexual desires were heightened, partially fuelled by Wendy's tales of her husband's return from a six-month absence, and how he’d fucked her so hard. The toy box had been getting more use than usual in recent weeks. But on this particular evening, even the largest dildo was not satisfying me. In fact, it only added to my frustration. So I reached for the toy I had always thought I would never use - the black porn star ten-inch cock. After applying some lube to my pussy and the toy, I began rubbing it against my lips and clit, slowly teasing myself with its size and shape. As I eased it inside of me, my body stretched around its girth like never before. With each thrust, it felt more and more like a real cock. And as I worked it in and out of me, faster and faster, I imagined it was the porn star himself fucking me. My climax was intense as I begged for him to "fuck me hard" and fill me up with his cum. In the end, I fell asleep still holding onto the giant cock.
The next morning, I woke up with the toy still in my hand and took a shower, cleaning it off before returning it to its place in the toy box. That night, I repeated the routine with the addition of a butt plug, bringing myself to another powerful orgasm.
Once again, Wendy seemed to know what my body needed better than I did. And with only three weeks until my husband's return, the porn star cock helped me fulfil all of my pent-up desires.
During one of Bob's trips away in July, I invited his sister Pam to come visit for a week. She was thrilled about the invitation, and I assured her that I would talk to her mother and arrange everything.
I rang Mary, still getting used to calling her "mum," and assured her that I would pick Pam up from the train station. I also offered to take care of her during her stay with me. Mary was more than happy to agree and mentioned how much Pam looked up to me. She also confided in me that Pam was starting to show more interest in boys, and although she had talked to her about it, she thought Pam might feel more comfortable discussing it with me.
Before we hung up, Mary mentioned that she was giving Pam a letter and a cheque for me, asking if I could take Pam clothes shopping for something more fashionable than her current schoolgirl look (as Mary admitted, she had lost track of modern young women styles). I couldn't help but find this hard to believe as Mary always carried herself so elegantly.
On Saturday, Wendy and I met Pam at the train station and went out for lunch at a charming bistro in town. After ordering our food, I also ordered a bottle of white wine and some water. As I poured three glasses, Pam smiled and thanked me. We all raised our glasses in a toast to each other. Wendy complimented Pam on how she was growing into a lovely young woman. At this time, Wendy was 21 years old, Pam was 16, and I was just a month away from my 19th birthday.
Following our midday meal, we walked around the Hoe and Barbican area, once a bustling dockyard but now transformed into a thriving fishing port. I pointed out various landmarks and shared some historical facts with Pam, such as the departure of the Mayflower from these very shores in 1620. Back then, it must have been quite a rough and seedy place, but nowadays in the new millennium, it has become a popular spot for tourists with its waterfront bars, bistros, luxury apartments, and a picturesque marina.
I had prepared dinner for Pam and we sat at the table, chatting away. I offered her a glass of wine, but I made sure to keep an eye on her as she was still young. I knew that Mary allowed her the occasional drink. She thanked me for inviting her over and said she had a great time. She explained that she usually hangs out with friends her own age or what she calls "the oldies." I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she blushed, admitting that she did and that she liked him. She also mentioned that she wanted to have sex with him but wasn't sure if she was ready yet. Then she dropped a bombshell - all the girls in her class, except for her best friend, were already having sex.
I reassured her and told her not to believe everything she hears. I shared my experiences from when I was in school, where many girls boasted about their sexual activities just to appear popular. I also told her something her mum had once said to me: "Do it when you are ready, not because a boy is pressuring you or just to fit in with the other girls." I related to her situation by telling her how long it took for me to lose my virginity to Bob, as I wanted to make sure I was truly ready for it.
She seemed shocked and impressed by my honesty, admitting that she didn't think Bob was my first or that it took so long for us to have sex. Curious about what else we could talk about, Pam shared that she had only touched her boyfriend's penis and he had played with her breasts and nipples, which felt nice. He also rubbed against her pussy over her underwear.
Feeling comfortable talking to me, Pam then asked if I would teach her how to give a blowjob. Acting quickly, I went upstairs and grabbed the smaller dildo, thinking it would be easier to demonstrate with. Back downstairs, I showed her my best blowjob techniques, taking the dildo all the way in. After washing it, I handed it to her and warned her not to try to take it all in like I did, as it took me months of practice to learn. She gave it a try and coughed at first but gradually improved. I congratulated her and told her that now she'll know what to do when she tries it with a real cock - which is much better. I added that if she liked it, then that would keep her boyfriend happy until she was ready for full intercouse.
Pam then asked about semen and I answered honestly, telling her that after blowing him a few times, I tried swallowing his cum and loved it. However, I also explained that not all girls enjoy doing this; some won't let their partners cum in their mouth, while others just spit it out. This news seemed to surprise Pam.
But then she surprised me even more by asking if Bob was as big as the dildo she was holding whilst blushing and giggling, I admitted that he was longer and much wider. We had another glass of wine before going to bed. Pam thanked me and kissed me on the cheek before heading to her room.
Lying in bed, I couldn't help but feel horny as hell without Bob around for another seven weeks. So I took out the dildo and used it to satisfy myself before drifting off to sleep. As I reflected on how Wendy had helped and guided me towards a fulfilling sex life with Bob, I made the decision to pass down that same guidance and support to Pam.
The following day, I treated Pam to a visit at our nearby Navy club where we enjoyed a traditional Sunday roast. I proudly introduced her to some of my friends and we all had a great time overlooking the scenic river Tamar. Pam was thrilled with the experience, feeling like a proper adult and declaring it to be one of the highlights of her life. Seeing her so happy brought me immense joy as well.
Monday, Wendy came over to my house and we all drove into town for a shopping trip. We found some nice summer clothes for Pam, including dresses, skirts, tops, and fitted trousers. As a finishing touch, we also picked out a couple of jumpers. After browsing through the stores, we stopped at a café for sandwiches and coffee.
As we finished our meal, Wendy suggested one more shop: the most beautiful lingerie store in Plymouth. Pam admitted she had never been to a shop like that before, as she usually gets her underwear from M&S or other similar shops. Excitedly, Pam selected three matching sets of bras and panties while I added a pair of matching suspenders for each set and a few pairs of stockings to my basket. Wendy convinced us to also get some nice negligees, so Pam chose a lovely cami set with a short camisole top and matching pants. I couldn't resist and also added a purple set in my size, along with a nice bra, panty, and suspender set for when Bob returned home.
At the register, I paid for everything and surprised Pam with the suspenders and stockings as a gift from me. After shopping, we dropped Wendy off at her house (which was only five minutes away from mine) and headed back home. Wendy promised to pick up some Chinese food and wine and be at our place by 7 pm.
Excited to try on her new purchases, Pam rushed off to her room with her bags. However, I suggested that she could change down here if she wanted to save herself the hassle of going up and down the stairs. Grateful for the suggestion, she quickly stripped to her underwear and started trying on all the dresses, skirts, etc. Everything looked great on her except for one top that didn't quite fit. We decided to exchange it for another size tomorrow.
As Pam went back to look in the full-length hall mirror, I took out the bag with her new underwear. Surprising me, she took off her bra and panties and revealed her stunning figure. She had definitely grown and changed since my engagement party. I showed her how to adjust the bras to enhance her breasts, and then gave her the suspenders and stockings, which she admitted she had never tried before. I showed her how to put them on and attach the stockings, reminding her to put on the panties last so they can easily be taken off when needed.
Wendy arrived with the food and wine, and we had a great time chatting with Wendy giving Pam more advise on boys and growing as a woman. Pam insisted on modelling all her outfits, including the lingerie. After we finished eating, drinking, and chatting, Wendy went home and we made plans to meet up again on Friday. Pam and I were going to Cornwall for a couple of days.
The week passed by quickly as Pam and I stayed at a cozy B&B in Cornwall, sharing a room. I showed her all the sights and places that she had never been to before. Pam bought gifts for her family and surprised me with a necklace adorned with a beautiful local stone pendant. We enjoyed a lovely evening at Wendy's where she prepared a delicious meal.
On Saturday, I dropped off a tearful sixteen-year-old Pam at the train station, assuring her that we would see each other again soon. She expressed gratitude for my invitation and told me she had a wonderful time. She mentioned that I was like the big sister she always wanted, and took my hand in hers as she spoke. I replied by telling her that now I am married to her brother, she is a sister to me.
Once I got home, I called Mary (Bob and Pam's mother) to let her know which train Pam was on and that it was running on time. A week later, I received a heartfelt letter from Pam expressing her gratitude for everything.
A month after that, Mary called to thank me for taking care of Pam during her stay. She told me that Pam couldn't stop talking about the trip and had even modeled the clothes and underwear she bought several times. Apparently, she had been begging her parents to let her visit again. Mary also mentioned how happy she was with how I had helped Pam become more confident and outgoing. I thanked her and said that Pam was welcome at our home any time.
After that trip, Pam and I became very close. She visited us at least twice a year, even after she got married. Whenever Bob was away at sea, she would come stay with me for a week. Our friendship remains strong today, and she now visits us in Spain every year with her own family.
Six weeks after Pam's visit, Bob finally returned home. On our first night together, I made sure he fucked me hard and brought me to orgasm twice before he reached his own climax. As we lay in bed, I stroked his cock and sucked it until he became hard again. Then, I asked him to make love to his wife who had missed him dearly. He kissed every inch of my body, paying special attention to my nipples as he gently fondled my breasts. His kisses trailed down to my pussy, where he expertly licked and prodded until all of his cum was extracted, “that was new”. With his thumb rubbing my clit, I came intensely while he slowly worked his cock in and out of me. It was a different and fantastic experience, one that we were still learning from.
The next two months were spent mostly together, except when Bob had duty or attended a week-long course. We took trips to Cornwall and Yorkshire, visiting friends and family. Every chance we had we fucked and sucked each other, wendy’s words drifting through my head a honeymoon every time. But then Bob had to sail again, and this time I was fine with it. In two months' time, he would be back for a longer period.
When Bob returned in August, he joined the rugby club in Cornwall (a half-hour drive away from our house) and signed up for the A team for the upcoming season. Most players lived in Cornwall while Bob and two others lived in Devon. Dave and Bob both resided in Plymouth.
Before I relocated to Plymouth, Bob used to play for this club. Dave, who played rugby with Bob, and his wife Pauline invited us over for dinner so we could all get to know each other. It was a lovely evening; Pauline was an excellent cook. As we chatted and laughed, we learned that neither of them had any ties to the Navy and they had both lived in Plymouth their entire lives (janners). The definition of Janner is described as a person from Plymouth Devon, deriving from Cousin Jan (the Devon form of John) Pauline and I shared stories about our lives. Before we left, I thanked them and extended an invitation for them to come to our house in two weeks. During the rugby season, we would visit each other at least once a month and our friendship grew strong.
For Christmas, we invited Bob's family to visit our new home. We were excited to have our first Christmas in our own place and we made sure to decorate it with a real tree and new decorations. Two days before Christmas Eve, Bob's parents and sister arrived. I proudly showed them around our house, including the spare bedroom which we had upgraded from a single bed to a double for their comfort. In our bedroom, we set up a blow-up mattress for Bob's sister Pam, even though it was a tight fit.
During their visit, we took them to see the Christmas market and local sites. Pam impressed her parents with her knowledge of the history she learned on her last trip. On Christmas Eve, we all went to a fun party at the Navy club with gourmet food, live music, and entertainment. Our friends Wendy and Martin also joined us as members of the club, and I got tickets for our other friends Pauline and Dave. We had a great time together and even more friends joined us as the night went on.
After the party ended at midnight, we all headed back home to get some rest before Christmas Day. I woke up at six in the morning to start prepping for our Christmas dinner by chopping vegetables and preparing the turkey. Mary joined me at eight and while we sipped tea and caught up on each other's lives, she could see how happy we were in our new home surrounded by friends. She helped me finish prepping and we put the turkey in the oven. By nine, everyone had gathered downstairs where Bob opened some bubbly while we opened presents.
At noon, our friends Wendy, Martin, Pauline, and Dave joined us for the meal. It turned out amazing except for my forgotten bread pudding that I left in the oven. Mary had made a delicious Christmas pudding which I topped with rum sauce (a nod to my sailor husband). We usually bought store-bought puddings but this homemade one was heavenly. On Boxing Day, we went to the Hoe where they had market stalls for some shopping and entertainment, and when we got back home, Mary and Pam prepared dinner using the leftovers so I could have a break.
Two days later, Bob's family left to go back home and we said our goodbyes with the promise to have Christmas at their house next year. As soon as they drove off, I dragged Bob straight to bed. We hadn't had sex for seven nights while his family was visiting so you can imagine how horny we both were. We quickly stripped down and Bob went down on me, kissing and licking my pussy just how I liked it. I reciprocated by grabbing his hard cock and guiding him into me, urging him to fuck me hard. We were both so frustrated that I came twice before he filled me with his cum, sending me over the edge once more. Afterward, we tidied up the house put away the blow-up mattress and changed the beds before going back to bed where we made love once again before finishing with oral sex loving sucking his hard cock and swallowing his cum, bliss. It was a perfect end to a lovely Christmas holiday with friends and family.
Wendy and Martin invited us to their home for New Year's Eve. At 11:30 PM, we started a little game where Wendy and I took turns stripping each other down while passionately kissing. As midnight approached, our husbands bent us over the couch and penetrated us from behind. Sometime after the clock struck twelve, they filled us with their cum. Wendy and I shared another kiss as our husbands watched, feeling aroused once again. To show our gratitude, we took turns pleasuring their hard cocks swallowing their cum. It was a memorable way to start off the new year of 1983 - I was only nineteen at the time, but already enjoying married life to its fullest.
In April, we were at Pauline's house as the rugby season was coming to an end. Dave, who not only played but also organised entertainment for the club, had big plans for their end-of-season party in May after the final game. He explained that there would be a gala dinner, a speech from the captain, and then a stripper followed by a DJ. The entire team and a few wives and girlfriends would be attending. However, my friend Pauline and I decided not to go since we didn't know any other players or their partners.
But in May, Pauline and Dave came over to our house and Dave told us that the stripper had backed out last minute and he only had three weeks to find a replacement. Without thinking too much, I blurted out that I could do it. Dave was surprised and asked if I was serious, so I said I needed some time to consider it and talk to Bob before giving him an answer within three days. Pauline reminded me that I was young, beautiful, and fun-loving, and she knew from our conversations that I loved being seen naked. She also assured me that all the players would love me and feel comfortable around me.
The next day, I talked to Bob about it because he knew how badly I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone. Plus, except for Dave, none of the players would know me anyway, and Bob and I were moving to Portsmouth after the season ended. So I asked for his opinion, he said the decision was ultimately mine. He fully supported me and thought it would be exciting to see all those men lusting after me while knowing that he was the only one who would actually get to have sex with me that night.
It was settled; I called Pauline and told her to let Dave know that I agreed to strip for their party on the scheduled date. After making my decision, I was so aroused that I dragged Bob upstairs, stripped him and myself, and rode him until he climaxed. Then I fucked and sucked him for the rest of the week until he ran out of cum.
But on Friday, it suddenly hit me that I had no idea what to do because I had gotten too caught up in the thought of being a stripper. In just two weeks, I would be on stage, and I hadn't even figured out my routine yet! So I asked Bob if we could go see some strippers to get inspiration and come up with my own routine. Bob asked his friend Martin about the best strip clubs in town, and we randomly picked one of the three names Martin had given us. The following Saturday, I got dressed up for our outing, feeling excited but nervous because this was definitely a new experience for me.
Bob mentioned that he had seen quite a few strippers before but had never been to a club like this. When we arrived, he paid at the entrance (since women were allowed in for free) and a topless girl showed us to a table right next to the stage. To my surprise, the club was actually quite nice and not at all sleazy like I had imagined. It was about half full with people of all ages who were well-dressed. And contrary to what I initially thought, there were at least a dozen other women in the audience too! This made me feel more comfortable and ready to see what kind of performances the other strippers put on.
Despite the expensive drinks that Bob ordered, I knew my fee for the strip would cover it. We were both having a fun night out together. The first stripper came on stage and there were four in total, each performing three routines. She was stunningly tall and barely dressed, eventually stripping down to her panties before leaving the stage. Whilst the four did their first routine we continued to have a few more drinks, enjoying ourselves thoroughly. During the intermission, we ordered another round and noticed all of the hostesses were topless, dressed only in stockings and panties. They all smiled at me as we watched them serve the drinks.
The first stripper returned in a cocktail dress, looking elegant and beautiful. I paid close attention to every move she made, noting how she undressed seductively. She must have seen me watching because she kept smiling at me throughout her set. When she finished, I stood up and gave her an applause before she exited the stage. It was all very sensual, not tacky at all. We watched the second girl perform, who was equally as talented and knew how to work the audience. I couldn't help but notice that both girls had very neatly trimmed pubic hair when they took off their panties; mine isn't quite as tidy. It's something to think about later.
After telling Bob I had seen enough and was getting hungry, we left for some Indian food before heading home. It turned out to be quite the treat for Bob: not only did he have a front-row seat to watch four beautiful women get naked in front of him, but his wife was so horny she rode him twice letting him cum all over her the second time.
Throughout the week, I practiced my dance routine over and over again, focusing on fluidly taking off my clothes without stumbling. I set up a full-length mirror in my living room, closed the curtains, and turned on some music to get me in the mood. I danced, stripped, got dressed again, and repeated this process until Friday, when I felt confident enough to invite Pauline and Dave over for a sneak peek of my performance.
On Friday night, I gave a private show to Bob, slowly dancing and seductively taking off all of my clothes while he watched. He praised my performance and as a thank-you, I kneeled in front of him and taking out his erect cock and sucking it into my mouth, bobbing up and down until I had a mouth full of cum. We ended up in bed together for round two on my hands and knees I told Bob to fuck me hard, this time his load deep in my pussy.
The following evening, I dressed in layers of clothing, with plans to take them off one by one during my routine. Bob stayed downstairs with Pauline and Dave while I went upstairs to get ready. When I joined them in the living room, they were sipping drinks and chatting while waiting for my performance to begin. After turning off the main light and starting the music, I performed my routine for them until I was completely naked.
Pauline complimented me on the performance and offered some helpful suggestions for improvement. She also pointed out that the boys seemed to enjoy it based on their obvious bulges. After changing back into more casual clothes, we all enjoyed drinks and snacks together.
I continued practicing on Monday and Wednesday, incorporating their feedback into my final routine. I had chosen five songs that fit perfectly into a twenty-minute performance. On Thursday and Friday, I took time off work to prepare for Saturday's big show. This included getting my hair done, having my nails painted bright red, finding a matching lipstick colour, and getting a relaxing massage.
As I was showering on Friday morning, I decided to trim my pubic hair like professional strippers had. However, I was a bit too heavy-handed and ended up with barely-there pubic hair. There was no turning back now, as I looked in the mirror I liked what I saw my pussy slightly visible through the trimmed hair.
On Friday evening, we stayed in for dinner and had a few glasses of wine. I asked Bob to just cuddle with me, not wanting any marks on my body before the big performance. I promised to make it up to him over the weekend.
On Saturday morning, I woke up early and put on a loose-fitting t-shirt to avoid any marks. When Pauline and Dave arrived, she mentioned that she would be shuttling them to the club because they would be drinking.
I quickly packed a bag with my dance outfit, makeup, and a few other essentials. I left with plenty of time to spare, so I decided to take the long way to the club, driving across the Tamar Bridge before arriving an hour before my act. After parking, I walked into the club house where members and their partners were eating around the corner, hidden from view. The sound of laughter and happiness filled the air, signaling that they had won their game. Following instructions, I asked for the captain and was greeted by a tall, well-built man in his late twenties with a stunning woman next to him. She was tall and had a fabulous figure, appearing slightly younger than her husband. I explained my purpose for being there, feeling a bit embarrassed. They introduced themselves as Paul and Jen, both shaking my hand. Jen then led me to the away changing room, explaining that all of the visitors had already left and I would have the place to myself. Before leaving me alone, she kindly offered to get me some water.
I placed my makeup bag near the mirror and began laying out my clothes on a large wooden table for the performance. Jen arrived, handing me a bottle of water. The shower area was one big room with ten shower heads, and she showed me how to turn on just one at a time. She said she would check in on me soon before leaving. After setting out my clothes, I took off my jeans, t-shirt, and panties. Grabbing the soap and towel that Jen left for me, I headed to the shower, making sure to put on a plastic hair cover so my hair wouldn't get wet. As I closed my eyes and lathered up my body, I imagined being in the shower with fifteen naked rugby players. Being onstage while feeling this aroused wasn't an option, so I gave myself a quick orgasm to take the edge off until after the performance. Just as I was rinsing off, Jen walked in and eyed me up and down for longer than necessary. She said she timed it perfectly and that I looked beautiful. She couldn't resist taking a sneak preview of what was to come. She asked if there was anything else she could do, and I handed her a special moisturizer that would give my skin a glossy shine under the stage lights. I told her I couldn't reach my back properly and didn't want any patches missed. Smiling, she instructed me to lie face down on the towel-covered bench as she began massaging my shoulders and running her hands down my back and buttocks. Naturally parting my legs allowed her to apply the moisturizer to my thighs as well. It felt far more enjoyable than it should have as she finished all too quickly. Then, it was time for me to do my front, and as I rubbed lotion onto my breasts, Jen let out a soft moan. She shook her head then told me that Dave, the entertainment organiser, would come get me in twenty minutes. Little did she know that I already knew Dave quite well.
I carefully applied my makeup and styled my hair, admiring my reflection in the mirror. I was pleased with what I saw: my nipples were standing proudly, my bum looked great, and my new trimmed pussy was just right. I quickly got dressed, choosing clothes that would be easy to take off later. The majority of the clothing was mine, but I had asked Bob to pick up a few items from the club shop. I put on tiny red panties and a matching bra that barely covered my nipples. Over them, I wore a sports bra and a pair of larger underwear (the theme was rugby). I also grabbed the biggest pair of kit socks Bob could find and tied silk ribbons around the tops, securing them with little bows at the front. The bows kept the socks up and they were sat at mid thigh, I was going to keep them on. For the rest of my outfit, I wore black and red shorts and a rugby top in the team's colours. To complete the look, I put on Bob's team fleece, followed by his jacket and scarf.
As I nervously waited for a knock at the door, Dave asked if I was ready. When he came in, he reassured me that everything was set up and led me to where the performance would take place. But when I turned the corner, I was shocked to see not just the team and a few partners as expected, “in my head I had twenty five to thirty” but a semi-circle of over one hundred people! As it turns out, it was not just the A and B squads present, but also trainers, gardeners, and all other staff members—including thirty female partners. In total, there were 126 people watching me.
In the middle of the semi-circle was a chair, and Dave whispered to me that I would do great before walking away. Suddenly, music started playing through speakers and an announcer introduced me by my stage name: Mercedes Diamond. My body went into autopilot as I danced around the semi-circle making eye contact with everyone. I returned to the chair and slowly removed my scarf, teasingly unzipping Bob's jacket off one shoulder and then the other as I danced and spun around the audience. I even went over to one of the younger players and placed his hand on the zipper of the fleece, letting him slowly pull it down. Turning my back to them, I slipped the fleece off one shoulder and then back on again, playfully teasing for a few minutes before slowly lowering it onto the growing pile on the chair.
As I turned around, there was applause and laughter as they saw me wearing their full kit. It was certainly a performance to remember.
As I walked around the circle, I lifted my top to expose a bit of my midriff. With my back turned to them and my ass facing out, I did ten press ups. The audience roared and clapped, so I moved onto leg exercises. Turning onto my back, I performed scissor movements with my legs. Then, it was time for the top. Again, with my back to them, I slowly removed it and dropped it onto the nearby chair. Next were the shorts; untied and slowly pulled down to reveal my panty clad arse. Turning around slowly, I raised my arms above my head and thrust out my breasts.
I continued this slow dance around the semi-circle, being careful to stay just far enough away that no one could grab me. Twirling and bending, I looked at each person in the audience. This time, I faced them as I undid my sports bra and revealed first one side and then the other.
Without catching the skimpy panties underneath, I carefully removed my pants and continued to dance around the room. With each turn of the semi circle, I paused briefly, knowing they could see my hard nipples and pubic hair through the flimsy bra and panties. Facing away from them, I took off the bra and cupped my breasts with both hands before turning back around. As I swayed my hips, I lifted my arms above my head, revealing my tits for the first time. Turning again, I removed the panties while keeping a hand over my pussy. Then, facing them I struck a pose with my arms at my sides fully naked except for socks and bows. With 126 pairs of eyes on me, I had completed my routine successfully, “I’d done it”
That was supposed to be the end of the routine with all eyes on me, I felt horny and mischievous. Pushing aside the clothes on the chair, I sat down with one hand cupping a breast while stroking my thighs with the other. Opening and closing my knees knowing they could all see my pussy. Standing up I had an idea, I approached a shy young man who was celebrating his eighteenth birthday as told by Dave earlier. Taking his hands in mine, I placed them on my breasts before turning around and letting him feel my butt cheeks.
Then, I skipped over to Dave and repeated the same actions before moving onto another woman who shook her head and crossed her arms behind her back. That's when I noticed a woman about my age smiling at me from the corner of my eye. Approaching her confidently, she gently felt my breasts and squeezed my butt cheeks.
Skipping back to where I started, I bowed to the left, then the right, and then to the centre. With a wave of my hand, I ran offstage towards the changing room amid cheers and applause.
As we had planned, Bob gathered all of my clothes and brought them to the changing room. As soon as he set them down, I eagerly dropped to my knees and reached for his cock. Pulling down his trousers and underwear, I took his big cock into my mouth to get it nice and hard. Then, standing up and bending over the table, I commanded him to fuck me hard.
He ran his fingers over my wet pussy, telling me to let him inside. I was already so turned on, and with just a few strokes, I reached climax. It was the release I needed after stripping for everyone. He asked me to tell him how naughty I had been, dancing naked in front of all those men and women. As he thrust into me with increasing speed, he spanked my ass and rubbed my clit until I couldn't hold it back any longer. A powerful orgasm surged through me as my tight pussy squeezed his cock and he came, filling me with jet after jet of cum. Laying on top of me and stroking my back, we both tried to catch our breath after an intense fuck.
He pulled out and zipped up his trousers, saying that he should probably head back to the others. As he left the changing room, there was a loud cheer from the crowd outside - clearly we were louder than we thought. Smiling, I gathered my shower supplies and headed to clean up. Once dressed in my own clothes, I turned off the lights and made my way back to the main room. The captain and his wife noticed me and invited me to join them at a separate table away from the other party goer’s. Dave joined us as well. The captain praised my performance, saying that out of all the dancers they've had, I was by far the best. His wife added that the last one simply stood in the center undressed before leaving like she was getting ready for bed. The captain offered to buy me a drink, I said just one as I was driving. Dave went to get me a white wine. The captain said that he would be happy to provide a reference for future performances, once again complimenting my skills and how much everyone enjoyed it. He handed me an envelope filled with payment for my agreed fee, plus a little extra because of how well I did. He also mentioned that a hat was passed around and there were tips inside as well. Gratefully, I accepted the envelope and placed it in my bag. Dave brought me my drink and I thanked them for their offer of a reference, but assured them that this was a one-time event and I wouldn't need it. His wife asked if my husband knew where I was and what I was doing, to which I confirmed that he did.
As I finished my drink and got up to leave, I couldn't help but bring up the events in the changing room. His wife laughed and said that everyone had heard. Blushing, I confessed that Bob wasn't actually fucking the stripper - he was fucking his wife! The captain looked confused until his wife poked him in the ribs and explained it to him. Dave chimed in, saying that Bob and Carol were friends of his wife and him, and when they were let down by the original dancer, I stepped in with persuasion from Pauline. The captain nodded understandingly and said that as long as I was related to one of the players, I was welcome back anytime either as a guest or entertainment.
I drove to Torpoint and waited for the ferry to Devonport before heading home. Still buzzing from the experience, I decided to stop by Wendy's place on the way. We shared a bottle of wine while I told her all about my adventure. Leaving my car parked nearby, I walked the short five minutes home, knowing I could retrieve it the next day.
Once inside the house, I set the envelope on the table and put my dancing clothes in the laundry basket. I also hung Bob's belongings in his wardrobe before undressing myself. After changing into a clean, baggy t-shirt, I gathered my dirty clothes adding them to the others in the basket.
I poured myself a glass of wine and settled back on the couch with the envelope in hand. Dave had agreed to pay me £50 for my services, which was a lot of money in the 80s. But when I counted the notes inside, I found out that he had actually paid me double - £100 plus an extra £60 in tips. Satisfied with my performance and the amount of money I had earned, I took another sip of wine and relaxed.
Bob had promised to be home before midnight, so at eleven o'clock, I went to our bedroom and put on a pair of long rugby socks, tying them up with ribbons that reached up to my mid-thigh. Sitting on the couch wearing only the socks and ribbons, I waited for Bob to come home.
When he finally arrived, he talked about the party and drinks he had shared with Dave. But as soon as he saw me sitting there naked, he stopped talking and started stripping off his clothes. Without any hesitation, he fucked me hard on the couch just like I had hoped.
The next day, Bob said he was going to the Navy club. I told him to enjoy himself while I stayed at home to catch up on laundry and make us a nice beef roast for dinner. With everything sorted out, I sat back with another glass of wine. When Bob returned home, he found me wearing only the socks and ribbons again, this time bent over the dining table with a handwritten note placed next to me.
Curious, Bob picked up the note and read it aloud: "As a friend, I feel it's only fair to inform you of what your wife has been up to. She was seen dancing naked at the local rugby club, serving as entertainment for all to see. Sorry to have to bring this to your attention, a concerned friend.”
I handed Bob a paddle like Wendy had shown me, and he sat down in a chair. I expected him to spank me with it, but instead, he called me over and told me to stand still. After reading the note again, he looked at the paddle which had "naughty Carol" engraved on it. He then ordered me to bend over his knee with my head down and hands on the floor, stretching me out over his lap.
I knew what was coming, but I wasn't prepared for the pain. It was much more severe than any hand slaps I had received in the past when I misbehaved. Bob gave me six firm swats on each cheek before the pain started to subside and a warm, tingling sensation spread throughout my body. When he finished, he gently rubbed my throbbing bottom.
Slipping down to the floor, I freed Bob's hard cock and took it straight into my mouth. He was so aroused that after just a few thrusts, he emptied the largest load of cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all before continuing to pleasure him until he finished.
In the bedroom, we made love again, with Bob fucking me hard from behind and filling my greedy pussy with his cum once more.
After showering, Bob tenderly applied cream to my sore cheeks. They still stung a bit, but it also felt nice.
While I finished cooking our roast dinner, Bob took a shower. We enjoyed a wonderful meal with wine and laughter as we reminisced about our weekend events. Despite feeling some discomfort sitting due to my sore bottom, I also had an inner glow and a satisfied feeling of being freshly fucked.
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In the fourth story, Carol takes on her second cock, enjoys it, and starts to explore her attraction to other women. Carol xx.
