24th Sept

I returned to my office, and worked through lunch. Somehow, committing adultery had taken away my appetite. As the afternoon wore on, I found myself sat in my office with impossible task of trying to concentrate on my work. I had a huge feeling of guilt. I’d gone around to Steve’s house to put things right after clumsily touching up his wife. Instead things had gone badly wrong, I’d broken the seal on Nicky’s oral and anal desires. What a complete shit he had for a mate! My mind kept presenting me with unwanted pictures and sounds of Nicky, in different positions of abuse. Amazingly, in spite of the guilt, these thoughts and images had given me an erection that I couldn’t get rid of.

The office was quiet at this time of day, and I had few distractions to help me lose my thought pattern.

“Penny for them, said Stella, who’d just entered my office.

“Sorry?”

“I’ve been watching you, and you seem lost in thought.

“Yes sorry, I’ll get on with my work.”

“A penny for your thoughts. Maybe I can help.”

“I don’t think so, but thanks.”

“Try me, what can you lose? She said.

I paused, and then said,

“Well ok, I’ve got a friend who might be about to blow his marriage.”

“Heavy, what’s your friend done that’s so bad?”

“Oh the usual, he’s developed a taste for extra marital sex. He’s been monogamous for ever, now he’s turned into an immoral shit.”

“Maybe you’re being unkind to him. Was I imagining her inflexion on him?

“No I don’t think so, you don’t understand.”

“Maybe I understand better than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look if I tell you something, you mustn’t tell anyone. Ok?”

“Of course.”

“A couple of years ago, I went to a party and allowed a guy to get a little bit too far with me. Only petting, you know what I mean? But, well, he got quite a long way. Actually I didn’t know. Petting was one of those words that people used as a euphemism, and could mean practically anything. Quite a long way was a little more descriptive, but not much.

“Wow! How did you feel?”

“As you’d expect, I felt guilty. But I persuaded myself that I’d not actually had sex, so it was ok! But if I’m honest, I’d enjoyed it.”

“Yes, that’s pretty much what my friend is feeling. But I think that he’s in a little deeper. Have you ever gone further than that?”

“Oh god, I wish that you hadn’t asked me that. But, yes I’m afraid I have. At a travel convention last year two gorgeous guys followed me around and flirted for most of the day. They really spoiled me, you know, anything I wanted they got for me. Both of them flattered me outrageously and eventually the inevitable happened, they propositioned me. I’d known it was coming, and of course I refused. I told them that I was married. The only person I have sex with is Simon my husband, I told them.”

“That’s good, so what happened?”

“They said that Simon was a very lucky guy, and that they’d not wanted to offend me. They told me that they’d enjoyed spending time with me, and just wanted some intimacy to remember me by. I thought that was a lovely and gentle line. Don’t you? Anyway, I was so grateful for their attention and flattery, and I felt guilty for taking advantage and then refusing them, that I gave them both oral sex in one of the conference centre bedrooms.”

“Wow. What both at the same time? I blurted out. In spite of his busy morning, my little companion was pushing hard at my waistband. He wanted to know the answer, and pushing at my waistband was his way of letting me know. I shifted in my seat, to avoid him letting Stella know as well. Didn’t they want to go further?”

“Oh sure, sure. But they were good, and kept themselves to just a little petting while I looked after them. There was that word again.

“Petting?”

“Yes, more or less. I’m sorry if I’m shocking you, or making you uncomfortable, but I’m only telling you because It might help your friend. There it was again, I wasn’t imagining it. She knew exactly who my friend was.

“No you are helping, I’ll tell him. How did you feel afterwards?”

“Well to be honest, I felt dirty, a little fustrated, but very very horny. I settled the guilt by convincing myself that I’d not been unfaithful to Simon, I’d just given a couple of nice guys a little fun. You’re the first person I’ve ever told. I vowed never to do it again, except for money of course, she laughed.

“How much money? I replied, a little too eagerly.

“Oh I guess that a single user licence could be obtained for a five percent raise in salary. This conversation should have stopped there. I was in a position of power, and I’d already given her a better pay rise than that. I just hadn’t got ound to telling her. However, the battle between my integrity and my little companion’s needs had seemingly been lost earlier at Nicky’s. So any thoughts of honesty evaporated in a fraction of a second, and quickly replaced with thoughts of a more unprincipled nature.

“You’ve got it, I said. It sounds very good value.”

“Got what? Stella replied.

“You’ve got your five percent raise, no you’re worth more than that, make that seven percent.”

“Are you serious?”

“I guess so. Don’t you want me to be? She paused and looked at me for a few seconds, then closed and locked the door and walked over to the corner of my desk.

“It seems that I owe you something, she whispered, lifting the front of her skirt to reveal her legs in all their freshly waxed glory. A tight pair of white silk panties topped them. Would you like to take delivery today? This was becoming a rare day. Year’s of monogamy and integrity, ending in a day of casual sex with two friends wives.

I didn’t reply, instead I decided to find out what petting meant. My little companion was keen to find out. Reaching out, I slid my hands up the back of her long smooth legs, until I reached her knickers.

“Mmm, she said closing her eyes and letting her skirt fall, cutting off my view.

“No, I muttered. I was enjoying the view. She ignored me, so I lifted her skirt myself and gazed longingly at her gorgeous thighs.

“You have the most gorgeous legs.”

“Thank you, I’m glad you like them. I hope that I am worth my raise.”

Suddenly a klaxon went off in my brain, followed by a voice telling me:

“Oh well done, you complete shit! Spend the morning screwing your best friends wife, in places that he hasn’t even discovered yet. Why waste the afternoon? Why don’t you fuck up your closest workmates marriage? The thought shocked me, and made me feel very ashamed. My hands recoiled from Stella’s knickers, much to the disappointment of my now vertical companion’. Maybe he wasn’t in charge after all.

“I’m sorry Stella, I’m very confused and I don’t want to screw your life up as well. Don’t worry, you’ve got your salary rise anyway.”

“No I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so forward, I thought you wanted to.”

“No, I did. I mean I do. Oh fuck! It’s not you, you’re very sexy, in fact you’re gorgeous. But I’m feeling very strange. I meant what I said, and you’ve got your raise. No strings, congratulations you’ve earned it. I stood up and kissed her gently, thanks, I said, But you’re better out of my nightmare.”

“Joe, you’re a fantastic guy, and a brilliant boss. Don’t beat yourself up over a small distraction. I know that you love Steph, and you know that too. If you have a little fun with someone else, and Steph doesn’t find out, then forget it. You can’t even cheat on me, so I don’t believe that you’ve cheated emotionally on Steph.”

“Thanks, thanks. Come on, let’s get on with some work, I said.

“Ok boss, said Stella. But don’t be too hard on yourself. And remember, I’m always here.”

Her words hung in the air, and kicked off another moral argument in my mind as she unlocked the door and went back into the front office. The good news; was that the last few minutes had totally occupied my thoughts, and my little companion had sensed defeat and withdrawn into his normal, dormant alter ego.

I just looked at the palms of my hands, which a few seconds earlier had been separated from Stella’s bum by a tiny piece of silk. I picked up my pen, and picked my way through some paperwork in an attempt to forget what had just happened.

4th October 2000

I hadn’t seen Nicky for almost two weeks. I’d reconciled myself to only seeing her socially. Sex with her had been fantastic, but I had Steph and Joe junior to consider. If Steph found out, she’d kill me. Or even worse, she’d leave me, and take Joe. In addition to my family life, I had my career to think of. Initially after our sex session I’d moped about at work, my mind elsewhere. It was the worst sales week since I’d taken over as manager. Stella had been unbelievably supportive, but she’d remained at arms length, allowing me the space to work through my problems myself. The only discernable difference from before our close encounter, was that her trouser suits seemed to have been retired and replaced by new mini-skirts. That provided a nice visual distraction during the normal day-to-day business drudgery, strictly on a hands off basis. Gradually my control was coming back, and things were improving.

In contrast, life at home had been quite difficult. Even so, for whatever reason, life in bed with Steph had been comparatively lively. I seemed to want sex every time we got into bed, and Steph hadn’t complained. However my needs had changed, I now needed more than someone compliant; I wanted a participant. She came, and so did I, but was the earth moving? Not for me at any rate. I was racked with doubt. Was Steph just going through the motions to please me? She did seem to enjoy it, but not by the standards I’d experienced with Nicky, and those hinted at by Stella. Steph certainly had never called me awesome.

Life did seem to be getting back to normal though. Well, less complicated anyway, and for that I felt better. I seemed to be regaining control, and getting a little self-respect back.

After the weekly trip to the mall with Steph, we pulled into the drive and Steve and Nicky pulled up behind us.

“Oh sorry I meant to tell you, I’ve invited Steve and Nicky for a drink tomorrow. I thought that you’d enjoy a game of squash, you seem to have been a bit stressed lately. My heart sank.

“Fine, no problem, I lied.

“Joe, I’ve got an apology to make, said Steve as he got out of the car. I can’t make it tomorrow.”

“Too bad, are we still on for squash?”

“No sorry mate, I’ve picked up a part time job looking after security for a local building company. I’ll be touring the area keeping the watchmen awake. He must have seen the disappointment on my face.

“Take Steph, I’m sure she’d love a game, he said. Steph had begun to unpack the weekly shopping from the car boot, she looked up and said,

“Oh no I wouldn’t, I’ve got two hundred fairy cakes to make tomorrow for the Autumn Fair at school, and held up two large bags of flour as proof.

“Take Nicky then, she’s been asking for a game and we’ve already paid the baby sitter. We were hoping that Nicky could still come to you for company, and a game of something or other. Initially, I looked at Steph for help.

“Oh I’m not sure.”

“Go. It’s fine by me. You’ll only be in the way anyway, said Steph.

“Ok Nicky? said Steve. Nicky opened the car door and shouted,

“Steve, don’t do this to Joe, you’re embarrassing him. He doesn’t want to be bothered with me. It wouldn’t be a proper game, he’d just be teaching me. Obviously, she was as worried as I was. We were both wriggling.

“Don’t be silly, he’ll enjoy it, won’t you Joe? Volunteered Steph helpfully, as she withdrew my lifeline.

“Sure I will. Honestly, I don’t mind Nicky, I lied

“I’ve no squash kit, no shoes or whatever you wear. Steve dismissed her appeal, and said,

“Nip into town tomorrow and kit yourself out, I’ll earn enough on Saturday to pay for it twice over. I looked at Nicky, she replied,

“Is that ok Joe?”

“Sure., sure, of course.”

“Ok then, I’ll look forward to it. But where do you change, I’ll need to put on my face for coming over here afterwards.”

“The club is very plush, you’ve been there as a spectator, said Steve. There are changing rooms. There’s even a luxury powder room that you can book in advance and have all to yourself. There it is then, you can play Joe at squash, and have a good night playing trivial pursuits, or something. Now I’ll feel much less guilty as I rake the money in. Joe I’ll need the car. Can you pick Nicky up?”

“Sure, seven thirty Nicky?”

“That’s perfect Joe, I’ll be ready. Perfect! I thought. Just perfect! The perfect nightmare, but it was done now and I’d just have to control myself.

5th October 2000 19.25 hrs

I kissed Steph and promised that I’d be back by nine or nine thirty. I wasn’t really looking forward to the game, but Steph said that I’d at least get a bit of exercise while she made all those bloody fairy cakes.

I pulled up outside of Nicky’s house, and sounded the horn. She came out from the side door, carrying a hold-all with a couple of squash rackets attached and wearing a long, heavy, dark coloured coat, finished off by squash shoes.

“Sorry if I’m a little early.”

“No it’s fine, I’ve sorted the kids out, she said, as she and her perfume climbed into the car. The long coat slipped open, revealing enough of Nicky’s bare legs to confirm that she didn’t intend to play in a tracksuit. She quickly adjusted it, and the view evaporated.

“No problem, I replied.

“We’re not playing on one of the glass backed courts are we? I’ve never played squash before; I did play a lot of tennis, but never squash. I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“No I’ll make sure that we take one of the other courts, except for match days, they rarely attract any spectators, so you don’t need to worry.”

“Will I need to get changed in a communal changing room? That’s not a problem, I’ve got my kit on, but I’d like to get dressed afterwards and do my make up.”

“Well for a tenner or so, you can book one of the powder rooms. They have full en-suite facilities, and you will have it to yourself.”

“That sounds good, will you sort that out for me?”

“Sure, sure. I wondered how long would I be in the bar after the game waiting for her to put on her face. Whatever happened, I was determined to behave myself. Today hadn’t been my choice, or hers for that matter, and I liked my life now almost back to its uncomplicated, maybe boring, state.

When we got to the club, I introduced Nicky to the receptionist as Steve’s wife, and made arrangements for her to have the ladies powder room, fortunately it was free. As normal, my admission ticket was issued along with the usual leisure club flyer, which I filed with the others in the junk compartment of my bag. The arrangements, powder room for Nicky, boys communal for me, and a quiet court sorted out, I showed Nicky through to the powder room. We arranged to meet outside in the corridor, and I left her to get changed. Five or six minutes later, my squash kit on I returned to meet her. She was sat in the lounge area in a white squash dress, with matching ankle socks.

“Which court are we on?”

“Number seven, I’ll show. I led her down the corridor into the area of the non-show courts. Number seven was the last one. We passed the narrow entrance of the stairway to the court viewing area. It had been made even more narrow by a builder’s trestle, and large tool chest. I explained that although the court had a viewing area, it was quite small and no one was likely to show up. The spectators tended to stick to the more glamorous glass backed courts.

We went onto the court, placed our belongings in each corner by the Tin and I explained about warming up. Nicky was very attentive as I explained how to play. I couldn’t help but notice how attractive she looked in her fitted dress, with buttons from hem to the vee neckline. I tried to concentrate; in fact I was relieved when I saw that she’d obviously invested in a sports bra. It was successfully containing my tormentors, and revealing absolutely no cleavage. At least I might get through the evening without further embarrassing myself. I knocked a ball from the left side of the court onto her forehand, which she returned with interest. Clearly she had been no mug at tennis, she hit the ball very sweetly.

After four or five minutes of this we swapped over and we warmed up my forehand and her backhand. Again she found the sweet-spot most of the time, and got the ball back nice and crisply. Occasionally, like most squash players, she hit the wall, or became trapped into the corner with nowhere for her swing. I was nice and warm, and ready to start hitting a few more difficult shots, so I suggested that she take the Tee and I would take the rear wall. This is a useful training routine, one player four or five feet in front of the other with more room and easier shots driving the ball into the corners for the other player to practice the more difficult shots. She started to play the shots from in front of me into each corner. I was finding them fairly easy to return, and was making sure that she had an easy shot to play, so these rallies lasted for quite a few shots. The downside, was that the only view available to me of Nicky, was a rear view. A view that began to work on me. She looked very attractive with her long dark hair tied back in a ponytail, and her long bare legs revealed courtesy of the short squash outfit. She was quite a nice distraction.

As she returned low backhand shots, her position affected a fine view of her new white cotton sports knickers. Stretching to retrieve the ball, her bottom looked perfect. I became better and better at delivering these shots to her, and consequently my view became more revealing, and more frequent. The more often she needed to play the shot, her pants stretched and tucked into her cleavage showing more and more of her lovely bottom. Like most women, she was conscious of this and regularly adjusted them. But the erstwhile view warranted my best endeavours to drop the ball in the perfect position as often as I could, and then enjoy my reward. There’s no harm in that, I thought, I’m only looking!

Eventually, mainly out of embarrassment for her receiving her shots in the same position, I suggested a game. First to nine, and she could have seven start. Points scored on either serve or non-serve would count.

“Ok, but you won’t be too gentle with me, will you? she said teasingly. I smiled meekly. Behave Joe, I said to myself, before I had time to reply and get myself into trouble again. Her dress had begun to adjust to the change in temperature and her movements. The neckline was moist and the top button had become undone. Fortunately the sports bra limited any clear sight of my favourite breasts. The waist had gathered up’, and the hemline now revealed much of her pants, for most of the time.

She served off and the game quickly reached eight all. The next couple of points involved lots of lets, where the point has to be replayed because we were too close together for a clean shot. This seemed to happen quite often, in spite of the size of the court. Eventually, Nicky played a super backhand and her dress flicked up to reveal the waistband of her pants, which was slightly lower than it needed to be. I got a nice view of her other cleavage.

In spite of my best efforts to behave, I was stirring noticeably. By the time I had recovered my concentration, the shot was passed me and she had won the first game.

“You let me win, she said.

“No I didn’t, I was distracted.”

“By what? Don’t make excuses, she chided

“Oh Never mind.”

“No tell me.”

“Ok champ, A fantastic cotton clad bottom, that’s what!”

“Ha ha. It serves you right then, you shouldn’t be looking, she laughed. “Oh you temptress, that’s easier said, than done. I was now on dangerous ground, and my determination to behave myself was waning. Lets make the second game more interesting.”

“A bet?”

“Sort of.”

“OK, but you’re much better than me. You’ll need to give me a chance. What’s the prize?”

“Your pants, I replied shamelessly. My little companion perked up in approval. Nicky gave absolutely no response, but then, no reaction either. She simply served the ball into the backhand court. The game went to seven six very quickly, and she had a chance to make it eight six, but played the shot into the tin. I served and she hit the wall, the ball falling into the back corner. Eight seven to me.

“Looks like you’ll be playing the last game minus your pants, I’ll look forward to it. She simply smiled and went to serve.

“Hey you two, who’s winning? called a very familiar voice from the viewing gallery.

I went into shock. Shit it’s Steve! He was stood on the gallery watching. I hadn’t heard any footsteps. How much of that conversation had he heard?

“I’d intended to watch you for a while, but by the time I found out which court you were on and got here, I’ve got to go. I’m overdue at my next site.”

“Its game point to me, I replied. Are you staying for the point?”

“Yes hurry up though, I’ve got to go. Still shivering with shock, I played a shot from the backhand court onto Nicky’s backhand; in response she played a cracking shot into the forehand corner. I got to it but she played a lovely drop shot off my return, and I couldn’t get anywhere near it.

“Good shot Nicky. Take that Joe. Nicky smiled at me,

“Eight all, I believe. she teased. She then played a quick serve onto my backhand, I hit a poor return to her forehand, and she went to kill the shot but hit the wall. The ball dropped to the floor, my point, and game!

“Ah well, nothing lost. Well played Nicky, said Steve. Nicky looked at me and smiled,

“No Steve, I’m ashamed, I‘ve let you down. I think that I’m making a spectacle of myself, we had a bet on that game and I’ve lost.”

“You looked good to me, but you better pay the man then. Nicky looked into my soul. I wimped out, and looked at Steve.

“There’s always another game, we’ve one last game. I’m pretty sure that I’ll win that!”

“Good girl, make him have it! Do you need money or anything for your bet?”

“No Steve, I’m fine. I got what I need to pay. But maybe he’ll go easy on me and not collect.”

“Ha ha. Not Joe, he always collects his winnings. Sorry but I’ve got to go now, enjoy the game. Make sure you win, play dirty if you have to. Find out his weakness, and go for it. I’ll see you later. I should be home about four am, I’ll try not to wake you. See you Joe, thanks for looking after her for me. With that he was gone. He probably never heard my nervous;

“Yes see you Steve. There was just the sound of his steps on the hard concrete staircase receding into the distance. I looked at Nicky who had a huge smile on her face.

“Christ that was close. Did you know he was there?”

“I’d no idea, she replied laughing.

“Is it me to serve?”

“Yes it’s you to serve. Haven’t you forgotten something?”

“What?”

“You’ve won a prize, don’t you want it? This time the silence was mine, as I contemplated that my best friend probably hadn’t yet left the squash club car park, and his loyal mate was talking his wife out of her knickers. Well? My erect little companion, made the decision, my mouth simply confirmed it.

“Take off your pants, I said in as forceful a manner as I could. She put her hands under her dress, and as if by magic the prized pants fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and went to receive service.

“You’d better pick them up, you might slip on them! As I bent down to pick them up, Nicky watched me.

“It beats me why you wanted my pants, they’re much too small for you. I don’t think I’ll need a start this game, do you? Are we having another bet?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, what’s the prize this time? I just looked at her and smiled.

“Sounds good, she said. Hell! This was going all wrong. Unfortunately, my little companion had a totally different opinion. His response, confirmed that he thought that things were moving in exactly the right direction, his! I served off.

The next seventeen points, which Nicky won nine to eight, took a wonderful thirty minutes or so. I spent most of my time at the back wall sending easy shots to Nicky, who made sure that she took up the most revealing position to send a fairly easy shot back to me. It was almost a failure for either of us to kill the ball. My view throughout; was the most wonderful sight of Nicky’s naked bottom, occasionally partially covered by her short dress. When both of us got it right, I was rewarded by a close view of her vagina and bottom. She seemed to understand that the erotic nature of this performance demanded little or no contact, or conversation, and she played her part superbly. I had a shorts splitting erection throughout. The final point ended with her hitting a return in front of me. I had no chance of returning the shot, since she slipped and fell onto her back in front of me. Her dress was over her waist and her legs were apart. Wonderful!

“That wasn’t very ladylike, was it? she said, laughing.

“On the contrary, that was unbelievable! I replied, as I undid, and dropped my shorts.

“What are you doing? Oh my god, said Nicky as I knelt down in between her legs. It’s huge, aren’t you afraid that someone will come?”

“Oh no Darling, on the contrary, I’m absolutely sure that someone is going to come, you and me! You’ve been showing me your fantastic bottom and cunt for the last thirty minutes or so. It’s time for your reward.”

“Mmm., Not this position though, let me take it doggy, she replied. She was participating again as she turned onto her tummy, and then rose to all fours. Her dress around her waist, and her lovely bottom spread before me. That’s better, now you can reward me. I do deserve a good rewarding, don’t I? But don’t come yet though, please…I’ve got a surprise.”

I moved into a squatting position. My swollen organ was desperate to bury itself into Nicky. As I slid into her, she moaned enthusiastically. Her hot vagina was already wet through with delicious juices, and gave almost no resistance to penetration. We were soon competing for who could push hardest and fastest on the penetrative stroke. Both of us were anxious to experience reaching her limits, and then the tiny painful bit beyond. I knew that this couldn’t continue for too long, but Nicky showed no sign that she was close to coming. I began to plan my trip to the Hindu Kush again. This time sticking to airports, which were still open and whose names began with a consonant. Thankfully, this delayed the inevitable long enough, until Nicky began to shout,

“Oh god, I’m coming. Fuck me lover! Yes! Harder, harder. I was glad when she began to come, because her shouting was in danger of attracting attention. It was reverberating around the court, and could almost certainly be heard outside in the service corridor. It had a sobering effect on me, but she was in the middle of an orgasm, and clearly didn’t care who knew about it. Each stroke seemed to take her to a new and noisier level. Her come was spraying onto me as each stroke and vaginal spasm reached a maximum. In consequence, in addition to her Fuck me lover instructions’, each increasingly wet movement was accompanied by a delicious, squelching sound of appreciation from her. Eventually her movements slowed, and the contractions in the muscles in her vagina reduced, until both stopped. We were both wet through.

“Oh fucking hell, that was fantastic. I nearly passed out. As I withdrew from her, she moaned with disapproval. Ohh! Get your things and come and get ready in my powder room. As we adjusted our clothing and collected our things from the court, I still couldn’t take my eyes from her naked and wet bottom. She never asked for the return of her pants, and I had no intention of volunteering them. We left the court, and I left her at the powder room door and went into the changing rooms to collect my clothes and bag.

I knocked on the door of the powder room, and waited as it was unlocked and opened.

“Come in, whoever you are, she said. I’m ready. And so she was, she was completely naked. Those gorgeous full breasts, and the rest of her body, glistening with sweat from our previous exertions. I threw my bag onto the floor and grabbed her.

“No, take off your shirt and shorts. That request I was happy to comply with. She then grabbed my penis in both hands and bent to suck me.

“No, sit on the vanity unit, I said. She rose, somewhat reluctantly, back to her feet and sat on the vanity unit.

“Lean back. I opened her legs and stood in between her knees, the tip of my eager penis pushing against her tummy, and kissed her as I savoured the smell of her sex. Her response was enthusiastic, to say the least. Her mouth was wide open, and her tongue exploring my throat. I grabbed at her vagina, with my right hand, taking her clitoris and a handful of sensitive flesh. Her body stiffened as I squeezed. Eventually, I relaxed the pressure and released her again. Her response was a soft moan of disappointment, and a whispered,

“Ohh yes! Again lover, again. Please. Squeeze my cunt. I love it when you hurt me lover.”

I kissed her again and took her vaginal lips into a tight grip between my finger and thumb, and began to squeeze hard, rolling her extremely aroused clitoris around. Each time the delicate tiny pleasure device passed between my tight grip, Nicky’s hold on my back and shoulders tightened. I slowly increased, the force and frequency of the attention to her clitoris, until the tiny plaything was almost permanently trapped in the tight nip. It escaped only momentarily before being recaptured. The whole of her body was rigid, confirming her enjoyment. Encouraged, I applied maximum force to her tiny bud and Nicky dug her nails into my back. As my plaything was temporarily released, her claws relaxed and she moaned,

“Ohh god, that’s fantastic. I’m coming again. I pulled her towards me and bent down between her legs, placing her legs over my shoulder. I took her clitoris between my finger and thumb, and began to lick her cum around her vaginal lips and her anus. I varied the sensations from abuse of her clitoris, to sensitive attention from my invading tongue into both of her tiny holes. After much too short a time, she began to come. During her orgasm, she demanded,

“Ohh. Hard! Fuck, don’t stop. It hurts, squeeze it hard, I’m coming! Her orgasm was every bit as good as her previous one. My tongue was having difficulty capturing the delicious sticky product. Slowly her body relaxed as her orgasm subsided. The whole of her vaginal and anal region was covered in cum, and so was my face.

“Oh fuck, that was fantastic, I’m wet through. I stood up and kissed her.

“Now for you, you fabulous man, she whispered. Time for me to show my gratitude. She stood up, and turned around to face the mirror. I moved her until I got a better reflection of her, and her gorgeous breasts in the mirror. She reached behind her and took me in hand.

“Hold my bottom open lover. I want thank you in a perfect way. I did as I was told, and she guided my straining penis up to nuzzle against her tiny anal opening.

I felt the deliciously intense pressure increase as she attempted to force me into her anus. The sensations involved are difficult to describe, but begin with the realisation what is about to happen. This alone caused my already swollen organ to increase in size. Nicky was pushing against me, making it clear that she intended to take me into her tiny hole, whatever else happened. However, its gatekeeper had other ideas and was resisting.

“Ohh fuck! I’m too tight. Push lover, don’t be afraid. She reached around my bottom and pulled me towards her, as apparently I was still pushing a little too gently. After a deliciously painful few moments, the resistance eased.

“Ouuww, mmm she moaned softly. Ohh that hurts lover. The resistance was now accompanied by a sensationally tight grip on the head of my straining organ. I was worried that this was going to herald an early conclusion. The hand that had helped force me into her moved onto my thigh and held off further penetration until she adjusted to the invasion of her most private of places. I glanced in the mirror, and saw that she was watching me. She smiled, and her hand relaxed its control.

“Fuck me lover, she mouthed to me. Gently I pushed and invaded her a little more. She leant her head back onto my shoulder, and whispered into my ear.

“Don’t hold back, fuck me. I want you to enjoy my little bottom, lover. It’s all yours to play with. I want you to fuck it. Hard.”

This spurred me on, a little more pressure and I was into her a little more. The feeling was an odd combination of ecstasy and guilt. What I was doing felt wrong, but Nicky seemed very happy, and I was simply carrying out her request to use her, wasn’t I? My eyes closed as she pushed back against me and a little more of me entered her. I release my grip on her bottom, and moved my hands onto her fantastic breasts and began to squeeze her. She moaned in appreciation. I opened my eyes, and again found her watching me. She placed her hands on mine and squeezed tightly. Smiling at me through the mirror, she pushed harder against me and mouthed Fuck me, hard’. I closed my eyes, the guilt I suppose, and pushed for all I was worth.

“Ouuuw, that hurts. You have no idea how that hurts. Only you can hurt me like that lover. Pull my nipples, she whispered into my ear. Yes it did hurt! I was now fully accommodated by her tiny bottom, and it felt terrific. As I opened my eyes, again she was watching me and smiling as she encouraged me.

“Fuck my bum lover. Fuck it as hard as you like. I want to feel you coming in my little bum. Come, as you pull my sore nipples!”

The next few seconds contained more heightened sensations than I’d ever experienced before. Each slow withdrawal and resisted penetration further encouraged my swollen organ to attempt to progress even further into her. My hands were fully occupied holding on to those gorgeous breasts, and squeezing and tugging at her nipples. Nicky seemed to be enjoying watching me. At my deepest penetration of her, I opened my eyes, she was smiling at me and encouraging me with a little moan or comment. This perfect situation couldn’t continue for too much longer. The sensations emanating from the tip of my cock were whizzing around my nervous system. Eventually, I felt the familiar sense of impending climax. The orgasm began slowly, but Nicky recognised what was about to occur.

“Yesss, fuck it. Now, noww…Ouwww it’s big. Hurt me. Fuck it hard with your gorgeous cock, I heard her say, as the sparks danced across the inside of my eyelids. Each stroke from me was opposed enthusiastically by Nicky, raising the sensations on my acutely sensitive organ to painful levels. I came over three or four wonderfully deep penetrations, stretching her tiny bottom and squirting what seemed like cupfuls of my sticky appreciation into her. Slowly the sensations subsided.

“Oh god, that was fucking wonderful, was the most romantic thing that I could think of to say! It seemed inadequate somehow.

“Oh fuck! You were fantastic, she replied. We both stood there for a few seconds. Eventually, and very reluctantly, I withdrew from her. It’s funny how once I’d come; standing there, with my cock up such a beautiful and co-operative lady’s bum seemed so presumptive. I suggested that it was time to shower and dress. She joined me in the shower, and began to soap and wash, my now tiny, and fully relaxed penis.

“What a shame, he’s worn out. He’s been too naughty, and put lots of come in my bum, I can feel it running out.”

“You’ve given him a wonderful time, he’ll need to recover for a while! I hinted. As we showered, I couldn’t resist helping Nicky to soap and wash her breasts. I imagined my come leaking from her anus. As we dressed, I reflected on how close we had become. Both of us seemed completely happy with our sexual gymnastics, but we were also comfortable dressing together afterwards, complete with sexy conversation. No dash to freshen up alone, which was usually what happened after Steph and I made love.

Nicky put on a half-cup bra, and white cotton knickers, and then a short black dress, with a revealing cleavage.

“How do I look? I’m not showing too much am I?”

“You look gorgeous, just right.”

“Perhaps you’ll be able to sneak looks at my tits, or my knickers. If he

recovers, of course, she laughed and reached over and investigated his current status. Oh good, the patient is well on the way to recovery. It was going to be a long night!

We packed our belonging and Nicky checked outside the powder room door, there was no one around so we sneaked out into the corridor together and made our way into the club reception area. As we were opening the doors to the car park, I heard a shout,

“Joe. Joe, have you got a minute? I turned to see Derek Forrest, the Club Manager, waving to me. I gave Nicky my car keys.

“I’ll only be a minute Nicky, he’s probably putting up the club subscriptions. I’ll meet you in the car.”

“Joe nice to see you.”

“You too Derek, what’s the problem.”

“You’ve not been reading our newsletter, have you?”

“No probably not, they’re all filed in my squash bag.”

“I see. All my hard work to keep our members informed and you don’t read them, he laughed. You might want to read the one on vandalism, and the plan to install video cameras on all the squash courts.”

“Sorry I could feel colour draining from me. Horrified, I managed to ask weakly,

“What do you mean?”

“Here, something to show the kids. You and your missus playing on court seven. He held out videotape.

“Oh my god, what did you see?”

“You’re lucky, not much. I did see enough to see that she’s got a great butt though. Then I spotted you were getting a little familiar, so I did the decent thing and turned off the monitor. I thought you’d like the tape though, so I left it running, you will probably want to keep it. Don’t worry; it’s the only copy. You can watch it one Saturday evening when you are both seventy or so.”

“Oh god, you’ve saved my bacon.”

“Oh I’m sure she’ll forgive you. Your secret’s safe with me. I’m just a peppercorn blackmailer, a bottle of scotch at Christmas for me and the staff and no one will ever know!

“What did he want? asked Nicky, as I got into the car.

“Oh he just gave me a memento. I through the video tape into the back seat. How’s your bum? I asked, to change the subject.

“It’s how you like it, sore and wet. She smiled and kissed me. I love your guilty look, she whispered. Nicky took my hand, and slid it under her, You’re welcome to feel it for yourself, if you don’t believe me, she said. My hand searched out her knickers. They were very wet and sticky. I felt inside, and found that my sticky donation was indeed still leaking from her bum.

“I’d better help you with that, or it will be leaking out all night.”

“Oh, help me, she laughed. Help me.”

“We’d better go, I said. Steph will be expecting us.”

“It’s such a shame lover, but you’re right. I’ll make sure that you are not bored this evening though, even through the girly chat. I’ll try to give you a good show, if of course you want to look. As I reversed the car, I looked at the videotape in the back seat and thought to myself, Nicky you will be giving me a better show than you realise.’