Karen and I eventually ran out of road. There were lots of reasons and one of them was a sexy, provocative Indian girl I worked with called Kiara. One Saturday we both found ourselves working by chance together, the only two people in the office. What a co-incidence. I might have resisted the temptation if she hadn’t leaned over me to check something on my terminal screen, her magnificent breasts brushing against me, drowning me in Anais Anais and whispering “my knickers are wet”. I moved into her West Ealing flat about a month later and we spent the next two years drinking and fucking to excess, our relationship such as it was continuously tilting between passion and purgatory. Kiara drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney and swore like a trooper. She was about 5ft 4, with bobbed hair, big, brown eyes and a full mouth on which she always wore bright red Paloma Picasso lipstick. At a size eight, she had the best boobs I had ever seen, large at 34c on her slender frame, dark with darker nipples and superbly firm. She was unshaven, with a mass of black pubic hair hiding deep pink pussy lips and, once aroused - which was often - a prominent clitoris. She also just exuded sex appeal and guys came onto her all the time. From what she told me, she hadn’t been shy before meeting me and she sure knew what she was doing in the sack. We argued like cat and dog, invariably making up with me eating her pussy before fucking her to massive, mutual orgasms. But everyone needs a little extra stimulation after a while. It was by now the late 80s and porn was more widely available. I had switched jobs but Kiara was still with the business where we had met and we had mutual friends there. One of them, Jim, was well know. As the go to guy for filthy videos so most weekends, Kiara would come home with something he had lent her. We would down a few beers then get naked on the sofa, her hand on my cock and mine between her legs as we stared at lesbian play, her favourite, or mmf, mine, til she would climb on top and ride me , my hands on her tits, both still engrossed in the movie as we fucked. One Sunday, after another session which had ended with her sucking me hard as I watched two German guys DP a slim blonde, telling Kiara how much I wanted to do that with her, until I spurted all over her face and tits, she told me Jim had said he wanted to watch porn with her. I was hard again, almost instantly. “Would you do that.” I asked her. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. “If you were there, too” she whispered, her hand straying back to my swelling cock. “Would you? She asked. So it was that the following Friday I met them in our local. Jim had a sports bag with him which turned out to be full of videos. They were already two beers in and I quickly caught them up before Kiara said, “let’s get some to take home.” Ten minutes later we were in the flat, sitting on our big, white, sofa with the curtains closed, all three of us holding a beer. “So,” Jim asked Kiara, “what do you fancy?” She immediately blurted out “lesbian lust” with the beginnings of a slur. Jim laughed. “Your wish and all that” he said, sorting through his bag before producing a video which he slipped into the vcr and pressed play. The film was pure filth. For the next 20 minutes we watched two Dutch girls strip, suck, finger, toy and eventually fuck each other insane. To begin with, everyone commented and laughed but after a few minutes, all that could be heard was the groans and grunts of the two women. When the blonde strapped on a dildo and mounted the brunette from behind, their moans were accompanied by some very heavy breathing of our own. At the end of the scene, kiara laughed, I suspect as much to ease the tension as anything. “Next!” She demanded. “Ok ok” Jim agreed, “just need a leak first.” As he jumped up off the settee, Kiara giggled “no wanking in my toilet” to his back. “I might just,” he replied, disappearing. As soon as he was gone, Kiara grabbed my cock and breathed “I am fucking soaking. got to get changed - it will mark my skirt”. She hurried off to our bedroom and re-emerged moments later, wearing a cream silk camisole and french knickers. No sooner had she sat down than Jim reappeared. He took one look at her and burst out laughing. “Comfortable? “ he asked. “I am,” she said, “are you?” We both looked at her. “Well, “ Jim said, slyly, “ would be better if we were all in our undies”. I looked at Kiara, questioning. We hadn’t discussed this. She shrugged and replied “go on then, both of you.” Jim and I stripped to our boxers.it was obvious we were both hard but Kiara ignored that, choosing instead to murmur to Jim “oooh you hairy beast.” He was indeed a hirsute chap, slim and muscled and with what looked like a very prominent cock. He laughed and slipped in a second video. This one featured mmf, two men pleasuring an older woman. Again the room was silent but for her moans and their filthy demands that she suck fuck and lick. It went on for around half an hour, when I suddenly felt Kiara’s hand on my thigh. Over the next few minutes she slipped it higher until she was brushing my balls then grasping my aching hard shaft. Quietly, slowly, agonisingly she was wanking my cock as Jim stared at the film. It came to an end and he turned to ask “what next” stopping when he saw what she was doing. “Wow” he murmured “ but what about me?” With that he stood up and pulled down his boxers, thrusting a bone hard prick towards her. “You won’t tell anyone at work” she muttered. “Not if you don’t” he replied. She slipped off the sofa onto her knees, pulling her camisole off, and grabbed his cock. He directed her head forward and she opened her red lips to take him into her mouth. I slipped down beside her and pushed her knickers down, sliding two fingers inside her. I knew how fast she could cum so only took her so far,until she begged “will one of you fuck me.” Jim needed no second invitation. He pushed her back onto the sofa and holding her legs wide apart he entered her pink pussy with one deep movement. Kiara covered her mouth, gasping “oh fuck” as Jim began to pound her. He sucked greedily at her nipples as they fucked, her fingernails digging into his heaving buttocks. He lasted only five minutes or so before he buried his face In her tits and pulling her arse to his cock he exploded his cum deep inside her. As he rolled off, I took over, fucking her to the orgasm she begged for before shooting my spunk into his. No sooner had she cum than she came right down to earth. “You,” she told Jim, “clothes on and fuck off. You” she told me, “run me a bath”. Jim disappeared into the night and I did as I was told. But another couple of beers later she was fucking me again, fantasising about the next time, which was not long in coming.