Then there was Dee. We met at a leaving do for someone long forgotten. She was all strawberry blonde hair, generous curves and dressed in black from head to toe. We talked about music and fast cars, though she drew the line at rugby. As we left, I asked for her number. She laughed and told me she was married. Then gave it to me anyway. Within a month, she was calling to say she was dropping him off at the driving range and would be there in twenty minutes. She would run up the stairs to my first floor flat, stripping as she took the stairs, dragging me by the hand into the bedroom as soon as she got through the door, panting “we’ve got half an hour”. We made very good use of it. Then, one day, she rang to say her husband was away on business the coming weekend. Could she stay? She turned up after work on Friday evening, in less of a rush than usual. She showered then strolled naked into the kitchen where I was preparing dinner. “Hello,” she murmured, walking over and putting her arms around me from the back, pressing her big breasts against me and lasciviously working her pussy against my behind. Her hand slipped down my front and she rubbed my already hard cock through my pants. “Mmmm...” she said, “somebody’s pleased to see me.” She fumbled with my zip and eventually eased it down, slipping her hand inside. I was already breathing heavily. She worked my cock free and pulled it out of my flies, squeezing them slowly wanking as her other hand teased my balls. “come with me” she ordered, leading me by my cock into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, rubbing her tits against me. Then she reached into her bag and produced a small, brown bottle. “You like poppers?” she asked, cracking the lid and holding the open bottle to each nostril before sniffing hard and long. I had never tried but as she seemed keen, I copied what I had seen her do. By the time I was on the second hit, she was grunting “oh fuck yes”, spitting on my cock before taking it deep into her mouth. As my head began to spin, she ran a wet finger up and down the crack on my arse before easing it into me. My fingers pulled at her blonde curls, as I pushed myself deeper into her mouth. The poppers took over and I pulled her up and spun her around, bending her over my bed and mounting her. For the next hour, we sniffed, sucked and fucked each other til she could cum no more and I couldn’t hold back. I exploded inside her with spasm after spinning spasm, rubbing my own cock as it thrust in and out with the two fingers I had up her arse. After dinner, we relaxed. Briefly. Then, out of the blue, Dee asked me if I’d ever been to a glory hole. I hadn’t but she explained that a friend of hers knew about one in of all places, Ealing. Would I go there with her? So it was that later that night we were walking through a shopping precinct in West London, looking for a public toilet! It wasn’t the most savoury place. We were offered various drugs and passed a couple of working girls plying their trade. But we found it. Dee’s friend had told her the furthest cubicle in the ladies was the place to go. It was cold and the light was weirdly blue so I wasn’t at all sure but Dee was on a mission. We went in and found he cubicle and sure enough there was a hole in the wall at head height if you sat on the seat, with what looked like gaffer tape around it. Dee sat down and whispered to me to go down on her. Despite myself, the sheer tackiness of it all was turning me on. She pulled her dress up around her waist and hit the poppers. She wasn’t wearing any knickers, just hold ups. I stared for a moment then knelt and began to eat her. She handed me the poppers and I sniffed. I pushed my tongue into her arse then licked all over her pussy lips before settling to suck and lick at her clit. She was groaning quietly, squeezing her own tits through her top. And then we heard a low voice ask “You want some?” Dee looked at me and almost giggled before replying “yeah”. Seconds later a very big cock, bone hard, appeared through the hole. Dee looked at it for a moment before reaching out to first grab and wank, then hungrily suck on it. As I fingered her wet cunt and licked at her arsehole, she sucked off a complete stranger. He didn’t last long. Within two or three minutes, he warned her, “I’m gonna cum”. Dee pulled her mouth away and wanked it hard. He exploded all over the floor, his cum bursting in several hard spurts, before muttering “thanks” and withdrawing. Less than a minute later, he was replaced. This time, a black cock emerged from the hole. Dee sucked again as I wanked her one to silent orgasm after another. I expected the same outcome but Dee reached into her bag and produced a condom. To my astonishment she rolled it over the cock, stood up and offered her bare buttocks to the wall. “Hold me” she ordered. I stood up and held her in my arms as she fucked the huge cock through the glory hole. I rubbed at he clit as she writhed back and forth, cumming and cumming til he whispered “I’m cumming” and we both heard his groans of pleasure as she moved against him to finish him off. She drove us home with me in a bit of a daze. Dee confessed she had always wanted to do that but had never had a man to keep her safe! I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or shocked. Back at the flat, we both showered, agreeing it had been a bit grimy, then we went to bed. As we were drifting off to sleep she murmured “thank you for tonight. Tomorrow I have a treat for you”. The next episode will explain just what a treat that was.