The fair’s in town
It was during the August Bank Holiday of 1985 when my first marriage came to a crossroads that it never recovered from.
I was 23 and had been married for just over two years. I worked in a local bed making factory and my husband on the North Sea oil rigs; two weeks away and, in theory a week at home.
Before getting married and probably the first six months afterwards we had been 'loves young dream'; but in the months that followed he would finish work on the Friday afternoon; take a helicopter to Aberdeen and instead of rushing home to my heaving bosom, had started staying the weekend in The Granite City 'winding down' then arriving home on the Monday, then would spend the week drinking until he couldn't stand up; which wasn't a great combination with his new found passion for gambling.
I on the other hand, worked 40+ hours a week in a brain numbing job; kept the house neat and tidy always had a hot meal waiting for him at the time he had promised to be home by; but never arrived. Plus; after initially pining for a baby had more recently gone back on the pill as our sex life had dwindled to the very occasional drunken, "spread your legs"; followed by huh, huh, huh ... mmmmmm, then him rolling off finished and immediately falling asleep.
By that August weekend, even though several of my horny young male colleagues were eager to get inside my knickers, I had been completely celibate for nearly three months
As my husband had returned Up North on the Sunday afternoon and I was very lonely and was even starting to think about starting divorce proceedings; when I bumped into a younger ex-neighbour, who I hadn't seen for years on the bus home from work on the Thursday night.
Without going into intimate detail about my ailing marriage she told me that I needed a 'night out on the lash' but that wasn't my style; especially because married women 'flying solo' was frowned upon in my town; so she suggested we go to the Funfair on the Common; for a laugh.
As she got off the bus, we agreed to meet at 6 on the Friday at the Bus Station in town.
It was a lovely sunny and sultry evening so I decided to wear my Wrangler jacket with a new cotton dress that was a few inches above my knees and slightly flared; and for the first time in months took great care with my make-up; especially the bright red lipstick.
Janet was wearing a short denim skirt and and a pink cheesecloth shirt that was both a bit tight and see-through; showing her cleavage and bright red bra.
After being convinced to have a couple of drinks to 'start the night' we eventually went to the The Fair which was very busy with families and gangs of lairy teenagers; but with Janet at my side hardly ever stopped laughing, which was something I'd forgotten I could do.
At about 8 we went on the Waltzer where we soon caught the attention of the lad taking payment.
"Hello ladies." He grinned as he held his hand out for the cash; "are you looking for a fast ride or a slow one?" He winked.
I blushed; but Janet cheekily replied; "Oh ... a fast one of course; we both love a fast ride!"
He gave a cheeky smile then locked the bar in place; accidentally touching my boob at the same time, making me shiver.
As the ride started he returned and gave our car a big push making it spin and Janet and I squeal; which meant he gave it a two-handed push and it spun so fast my dress lifted up giving anyone watching a view of my knickers!
The lad moved on to the other cars; but quickly returned; spinning the car again and as my hands were gripping the bar, my dress lifted up again; much to his delight as he was now standing inside the car with us.
"What's your names?" The badly tattooed and greasy haired lad asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"I'm Janet and she's Helen." My friend replied, "Why?"
He pouted and winked again; "I'm Shane." before jumping out and giving us another two handed spin.
Our legs were wobbly as we got off and out of nowhere Shane appeared between us and slid his arms under ours, cheekily tickling our tits as he helped us onto the top step.
I couldn't believe what had just happened and looked at Janet who was laughing her head off.
"My skirt kept blowing up!" I gasped and laughed at the same time.
"I thought my tits were going to fall out."
"Do you girls want another ride?" Shane appeared again; "free?"
We looked at each other and laughing, nodded at him.
Back in we went and the super-fast spinning began again, and each time my dress flew up in the air; much to the delight of some Dads waiting for their k**s who kept getting flashes of my knickers.
At the end Shane asked if we wanted a third ride; but Janet said she fancied a go on the dodgems next. Pretending to be upset he pouted then leaned in to whisper into Janet’s ear; "Come back and see me when you want a proper ride darling." Then tapped her arse.
Somehow he must have signalled to the guy on the dodgems as he too had a subtle feel of our boobs as he slid the leather strap over our heads; much to Janet’s amusement and my own embarrassment (sort of).
Half an hour later Janet wanted to go back to the Waltzer and who was I to stop her?
The look on Shane's face was priceless when he saw us; "Back for another fast ride ladies?"
"Do we have to pay this time?" Janet giggled.
"A ride for a ride?" He laughed.
I wasn't sure what he meant but Janet kept giggling, then looked at me then back to him and nodded.
"You're on then." The scruffily handsome fairground worker grinned.
He paid us even more attention than earlier; making the car spin really fast and on each rotation I would scream my lungs out as my dress would fly up again; which was strangely turning me on; and in my more lucid moments was looking forward to a good fingering session when I got home.
I was very dizzy when I got off the ride and hardly noticed Shane cupping my boob as he helped me to the top step.
There was a strange look on Janet’s face as Shane said; "Stay there; I'm going to get some cover."
He leant over the railing and called to another worker; telling him to takeover while he went for a break."
Then in the blink of an eye, he had his hands around both our waists and we were walking away from the funfair towards the trailers and vans. Even at this stage I naively didn't know what they had planned so just kept walking; occasionally pushing his wandering hand away from my boob.
When we arrived at big transit van he let go of me as he opened the back door.
"In you go ladies." He huskily told us and without a second thought I ungainly followed Janet in; clambering up in the most undignified fashion; only to be helped by Shane who slid a hand up my dress and pushed me in via a huge hand on my nylon covered arse.
"Hey!" I called out as I landed face first on some rough blankets.
Thankfully he ignored me and scrambled over to Janet who was kneeling next to some boxes. Without a single word they were kissing like star-crossed lovers and his hands were all over her tits and arse; quickly lifting her skirt up to reveal a tiny g-string.
"Oh my God!" I wasn't expecting this! Janet wasted no time either unbuckling his belt and pulling the zip down on his dirty jeans while still French-Kissing the hunk. With one hand still up her skirt he eased his jeans down. Then I couldn't believe my eyes when his grubby pants followed and his huge cock sprang into view; making me gasp then put my hand over my mouth.
What was going on?
Why didn't I run?
Janet quickly wrapped her hand around the shaft and began wanking it as he unbuttoned her shirt and threw it towards me... quickly followed by her bra.
Shane now began suckling on her big boobs as she was furiously wanking him; making it grow at least another inch, maybe two before my very eyes.
Satisfied with the length and firmness Shane pushed Janet down onto the blankets; "Get your knickers off."
She already had them down to her knees and as soon as they were off automatically spread her legs for him.
The horny fairground worker rubbed his knob along her slit, then looked at me and winked, then slowly slid his massive cock deep into my friends young fanny making her grunt and pant for breath.
Once fully inside her he looked at me and grinned, then with his hands clasped to her wobbly boobs began ferociously fucking her ... only three feet away from me. I could hear ever single noise they were making and the smell of sex was intoxicating.
I had no idea that sex could be this raw and exciting as Janet kept grunting and bucking her hips to meet his rugged thrusts; "Fuck me harder you bastard!" She occasionally panted too; and Shane responded with some vicious thrusts that sent her back a foot or so until she was pressed against a wooden box.
"Where do you want it?" Shane finally panted, "your cunt or your tits?"
"My tits... my tits! I'm not on the pill!" Janet squealed.
Now sitting cross-legged with my back to the van side, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when he pulled his cock out... it was covered in her slime and was simply huge! I had no idea that cocks could be that big.
Janet manoeuvred onto her knees and pulled his long cock between her quivering tits; then rubbed her tits up and down the shaft, licking his shiny knob when it appeared at the top end.
"Do you suck?" He grunted; and Janet nodded. "Suck me off then."
All kinds of emotions were flying through my mind ... this was madness; but I couldn't look away especially when Janet grabbed his cock and pulled it into her mouth. I had no idea that this was something people did ... my God she looked so sexy as she wanked his shaft, cupped his balls and used her mouth to pleasure the young lad.
Now really excited Shane pushed her hand away and began wanking his cock into her mouth as she gripped his thighs; and with one vicious thrust and a guttural gasp he orgasmed inside my friend's mouth! Then he grabbed her by the hair and forced her face even deeper onto the shaft; "That's it ... take it all, you dirty cunt... swallow it all."
From the look on Janet’s pretty little face I wasn't sure that the instruction was necessary ... but sounded very sexy and masterful indeed.
Still with her face impaled on his cock; Shane looked over at me ... "That turn you on?"
I didn't know how to honestly reply, so shook my shoulders; which made him laugh out loud.
"It fucking did; didn't it?" He joked; "I bet your fanny's soaking; isn't it?"
Slightly scared I shrugged my shoulders.
Janet was now lying on her back and Shane was standing in front of me, with his cock dangling between his legs, not as hard as before when it was standing to attention but still probably two or three inches longer than my husbands.
"Show me how wet you are." He glared at me, as his cock swayed from side to side.
"What do you men?" I whimpered.
"Show me how wet you are; pull your knickers down."
"Go on Helen," Janet giggled; "show him your fanny ... I bet he can keep it up for another fuck if you do."
"Show me." Shane grunted.
I uncurled my legs and did as I'd been told; slowly pulling my nylon knickers down my legs; no longer caring that this stranger could see my hairy pubes and swollen pink fanny flaps.
"I thought you were going to play with yourself when you were watching." He laughed, "you couldn't take your eyes off us, could you?"
He was right; so I shook my head.
"Fucking Hell ... your fanny's fucking soaking ... look its running on the floor."
He was right again; I was so turned on I could actually feel my juices overflowing.
"Take your dress off and show me your tits."
Shaking I obediently followed his instructions again; quickly discarding my denim jacket and unbuttoning my dress.
"Fucking Hell!" Shane laughed out loud; "Is that a fucking wedding ring?" I quickly pulled my hand down; but Janet answered for me.
"Yeh ... but her husband hasn't given her any for months ... that's why I brought her here."
"Get your tits out then; Married Lady."
I scowled at my friend, who was smiling from ear to ear ... but complied, unclipping my bra and placing it beside me, nervously letting my friend and this young stranger look at my firm 32B's, as I knelt before them.
"Okey dokey, Married Lady; it's your turn to get me hard again... suck it!"
His long cock was now dangling only six inches in front of my face and I could not only see the last drops of spunk on it; but could smell it and Janet’s fanny juices too.
"But ... I've never ..."
"What?" He laughed as he rubbed his sticky cock across my cheeks and nose. "This is gonna be your first blow job?"
I nodded; as he ran the fat knob along my lips. "Open up Married Lady, open up."
With a deep inhalation through my nose; I did as ordered and he slowly fed his cock into my mouth.
"Suck it, Married Lady ... suck it!"
Without knowing what I was doing I tried to copy what Janet had done; and thankfully Shane soon began to sigh... with pleasure.
This was fun ... and very sexy, sucking a stranger's cock; especially when I felt it begin to swell and grow inside my mouth.
Shane then grabbed the back of my head and forced it further onto his ever swelling cock; and was now fucking my mouth as he playfully slapped my tits and very sensitive nipples.
Soon his cock was too hard for him to stay in this position so he pulled out and made me get on my hands and knees on the blanket.
Once there I assumed the doggy position; something I'd loved on my honeymoon and soon afterwards but not a position I'd been fucked in for over two years.
He knelt behind me and nudged my legs further apart before touching my married fanny with his huge bell-end, which made me flinch.
"Ready? Married Lady?" Shane chuckled as his knob penetrated my pussy, sliding in about three or four inches, making me whimper. "Fucking Hell missus; this is as tight as fuck ... what's your husband been using? A fucking pencil?"
Obviously a rhetorical question, I didn't answer but flung my head back as he forced even more of his dirty cock into my under-used pussy.
I was quickly panting for air and swinging my head back and forth as Shane built up a head of steam; fucking me like a wild stallion to the accompaniment of Janet shouting; "That's it ... fuck her really heard... make her scream!"
At one stage; when he had slowed down and was pinching my nipple I wailed; "This is so good ... so amazing!" Which made them both laugh.
I have no idea how long this lasted 10 minutes? 15? But much much longer than I'd ever known before; and only afterwards did I realise that after cumming in Janet’s mouth so soon before meant he could last this long.
At one stage I couldn't stop myself rubbing my clit as I pushed my hips backwards to match his fierce fucking, occasionally slapping my pert arse cheeks; making myself cum twice in quick succession.
I was like a rag-doll when I felt him speed up one more time and then shoot his spunk deep into my married fanny, before unceremoniously pulling out and letting me fall forward into a well fucked heap. But he wasn't finished with me; kneeling beside my face he flopped his sticky cock onto my cheek.
"Clean it up so I can get back to work."
Without a care in the world I gleefully licked and sucked every drop of his seed and my juices off his gnarly shaft until he grabbed my hair and forced his semi-hard dick deep into my throat making me gag; but both him and my friend laugh loudly.
"Okay ladies; get your drawers on; I've got work to do." Our young lover announced as he fumbled for his underpants.
Five minutes later he was swaggering back to the rides as I was still fastening the buttons on my dress.
"That was fun; wasn't it?" Janet giggled.
"I suppose so." I replied as the magnitude of what had just happened was beginning to hit me.
"I suppose so?" She hissed, "Fuck off Helen... you fucking loved that! That's the best fuck you've ever had, wasn't it?"
With a sly smile, I looked at her and nodded as I looked at my watch. Unbelievably it was still less than thirty minutes since we had entered his van; and he'd fucked us both in ways I'd never believed possible.
Half an hour later we were being chatted up by three much older men in a bar not far away; but after thinking about it for a few minutes didn't think my fanny could take any more ... for tonight anyway.
Much to her disappointment, I told Janet that I was going home...alone.
"Come on babes; I've got the hots for the big lad." She pleaded after pulling me to one side. Still trying to make sense of what I'd just done in the van, I shook my head.
"I'm going home... sorry." Then waved to the guys and left the bar, heading for the bus stop. As I crossed the road I could still hear the music coming from the Fair and absent mindedly thought about going back, but quickly came to my senses.
A few minutes later I was on the bus heading home both smiling and crying as memories of just having had raw sex with a complete stranger in his van while my friend watched us swilled around inside my head.
By the time I arrived home the little Devil on my shoulder had won the battle and I was hardly through the front door when I was tugging my knickers down and sliding my fingers into my recently fucked fanny.
I then hobbled into the living room; fingers still in situ and flopped on the sofa where I masturbated like a frenzied whore. For the first time in my life I frigged myself with two fingers embedded in my cunt while I rubbed my clit with the other hand; making me slide across the plastic material. I was soon so excited I pulled my sticky fingers out and licked and sucked them like a cock substitute... with added hour old spunk on them.
This tipped me over the edge and I came like never before; leaving my shaking like a shitting dog. When I got my breath back I walked into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, and still being knickerless seemed very naughty indeed.
As I waited for the kettle to boil I spotted the fruit bowl and with a twinkle in my eye selected the biggest and firmest banana for round two.
I made my coffee and went back into the living room. Now completely naked I lay on the sofa and spread my legs, rubbing the banana along my very sticky slit, then satisfied there was enough 'fanny lube' on it I slowly slid it in. I'd never done anything like this before and the anticipation was mind blowing and I found myself puffing my cheeks out as inch after inch of fruit filled my married fanny; just like the Fairground worker had just over an hour previously.
I was much slower and sensual this time; even pulling on my tits and nipples as I fucked myself with the banana. I don't know exactly; but I guess I was doing this for ten minutes or so before the desire for another orgasm took over and I frantically fucked myself while rubbing my engorged clit at exactly the same speed; making my back arch and my cunt grind onto the banana when I did cum; with a piercing scream that left me clammy and panting for breath.
By now it was nearly 11pm and I needed to go to bed; although sleep was difficult to come by as so many things were spinning around inside my head; but sleep finally found me about 2am and woke up about 8.
Although I'd hardly had anything to drink the night before but I felt like I had a hangover... can you have a sexual hangover?
Coffee and toast soon had me feeling better; and feeling very sexy again!
While I could hardly keep my hand away from my fanny, I stopped short of making myself cum; even in the shower... some sort of self-induced perversion I guess.
I eventually selected my short denim dress to wear for shopping, with no bra; a combination that had me giddy with excitement every time I bent over in the supermarket, wondering if men could see my red knickers or my nipples.
At one stage I felt like I was being followed by a young Dad with a pushchair; so gave him at least one long lingering look up the back of my skirt; then smiled when our eyes met... which made him scurry away.
I only wished I'd put some stockings on; especially when my dress rode up my thighs in the taxi going home, and the poor driver could barely watch the road for looking at my legs.
Back at home I was understandably as horny as Hell again as I put the groceries away.
As I made a sandwich I looked at my watch; just after noon. The Devil on my shoulder won again; but a banana couldn't satisfy this itch between my legs... only one man could.
Shane.
Without a care in the world I put on my 'going out' make-up, with bright red lipstick and a pair of black hold-up stockings. The only debate in my fuddled brain was whether to wear knickers or not; I chose the former, a sexy see-through black pair; which had been a Valentines's gift the year before.
Half an hour later I was nervously and hornilly stepping off the bus in the town centre. I tried my best to look nonchalant as I approached the Fairground but I felt my face burning up and my heart would burst out of my chest.
Just as I was having second thoughts, a familiar voice called out; "Hello gorgeous. What brings you here." Shane grinned from behind the Hook-a-duck stall; "or are you looking for second helpings?"
I was suddenly mortified that it was that obvious; and me a married woman too.
Before I could answer Shane had clambered over the counter and was swaggering towards me; wearing exactly the same clothes as the night before.
"Looky you; dressed all sexy." The fairground worker was now standing right next to me and caressing my arse; in public. "I bet you've even got stockings on for me this time; haven't you?"
His hand now slid to the hem of my short dress; but I anxiously stepped away, and looked around to see if anyone was watching; much to his amusement.
"Where's your little friend today?" He asked as he looked me up and down. I shrugged. "Do you want me all to yourself this time." Again I shrugged.
Shane leaned in and sexily whispered; "If you want my cock again; you better ask for it... you being married and all."
I coyly bit my lip and nodded.
"What was that?" He cupped his ear and turned to me.
My pulse was racing beyond all comprehension as I mouthed "Yes; I want you."
He frowned and cupped his ear again; "What was that?"
"I want you." I rasped, my mouth very dry with nerves, "I want...to have... you know... sex again."
"I suppose that'll do." He laughed again, then put his arm around my waist. "My Dad's got the van... but...Podge! Podge!" He called out when he saw another worker opening a stall. "Here, mate... give me the keys to your caravan for half an hour."
Without a second thought the fat lad dipped his hand in his jacket pocket and through a set of keys to Shane.
"Do I get sloppy seconds?"
"I guess so." My young Lothario replied without a by-your leave to me.
The caravan was a short walk away and we never said a word; but what was there to say at this stage?
As Shane unlocked the door he looked around, before ushering me in; and as he did so lifted the back of my dress to reveal my stocking tops and sexy panties.
"I knew it; ya dirty slut!" He cackled as he pointed to the small living area. "Get yer dress off, I haven't got much time."
I hadn't expected to be wined and dined; but this was still a bit brutish by anyone's standards. But, I did as I was told and he winked when he realised I wasn't wearing my bra.
"You better get to work on this." Shane smirked as he waggled his cock in front of my face; "you were a pretty good cocksucker last night; just like your friend."
I instinctively reached out for it and pulled it towards my mouth.
"You are a fucking a keen one." He laughed again as I sucked on his knob and gave the shaft a few sensitive strokes, before wanking it into my willing mouth, "I bet you don't suck your husband's cock like this; do you?" he teased.
Cock in mouth I shook my head.
There was a sensory overload as I sucked his cock for the second time in less than a day. The caravan wasn't just untidy but smelled of damp and stale beer; and it didn't take a brain surgeon to work out that the smells from Shane's nether region was from both Janet and I last night; as he didn't seem the type to bathe every day.
It quickly began to grow and harden as I deliriously sucked and licked it while he roughly played with my tits; which became even rougher when I sighed every time he tickled my nipples.
"Get your knickers off then Missus." He commanded when his cock was at full length again.
I rolled onto my back and as sexily as possible rolled my knickers down my legs then left them dangling on my left ankle as I spread my legs to show him exactly what was on offer, a hot and willing married cunt.
With his jeans now around his ankles Shane knelt before me and pushed his long hard cock deep into my married pussy; making me sigh... then pant for breath as he quickly began banging me just like I'd remembered, which made me instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.
Jesus... it was huge; and he pounded me like he wanted it to hit my rib-cage! As he fucked me ragged he kept telling me what a 'married slut' or 'married cocksucker' and 'dirty cunt' I was... which was turning me on as much as his cock was, truth be told.
I was delirious with sexual excitement and wasn't sure what was happening when the door squeaked
and a voice called out; "Shane! Gloria's looking for you and she's on the fucking warpath!"
"Shit!" My young lover gasped; then panted, "nearly finished... nearly finished... shit." Then unceremoniously pulled his cock out of my cunt and shuffled forwards; "here, married slut... open your mouth."
I willingly complied and his hot sticky cock was back in my mouth; and I was wildly sucking and wanking it in my quest to make him cum.
"Can I have a go?" Podge asked his friend.
"Knock yourself out!" Shane gasped as he grabbed my hair and began thrusting into my throat.
The next I knew was his fat friend was spreading my legs and pushing his cock into my fanny!
"Fucking Hell man!" He laughed as he began thrusting like a scrapyard dog as I pulled my knees up to allow him deeper access; "this is as sloppy as fuck... I hate going after you."
"It was as tight as fuck last night though...my fingers must be bigger than her husband's needle dick!" Shane romantically told his friend who was now slapping my tits while he fucked me.
With one hand squeezing his balls and the other rubbing his long shaft it didn't take Shane much more time before he fired a huge load of spunk into my throat; and I ecstatically drained the last drops out as he pulled his jeans up.
"Shit!" He gasped again as he fastened his belt; "there she is... gotta go sweetheart; but Podge will look after you." Then he was gone.
"So; you like sucking cock, do you?" Podge panted before pulling out. I nodded and moved some hair from my face. "Come here then slut; my turn for a blow job."
Without a second thought I moved cat like on all fours until I could reach out and tug on his short fat cock with my left hand.
"Fucking Hell!" He gasped as I fed his cock into my mouth and began squeezing his hairy balls; "you're fucking married!"
"Is that a problem?" I purred before returning his sweaty cock back in my mouth and began lasciviously licking and sucking it until he suddenly tensed up and a dollop of cum filled my mouth.
As he rolled back I raised myself to my knees; feeling very proud of myself for having had a threesome and sucking my second strangers cock in 24 hours.
YIKES!
There were two more fairground workers standing watching us; and their jeans were around their ankles and their cocks... and what cocks they were, were standing to attention.
"Shane said we could have a go next." The taller one smiled then stepped forward to offer his cock to my mouth... what the Hell? I took it in my hand and gave it a good wank before dipping my head to suck it.
His friend wasn't going to miss out and moved behind; manoeuvring me onto all fours before forcing his own long cock into my pussy.
Podge stayed too and the three of them took turns to fuck me in all kinds of amazing positions; with my favourite being on my back with my ankles either side of my head. I was in Heaven for the next hour; even getting on top of the taller one, with me fucking him, while I took turns sucking the other two cocks; even managing to get both in my mouth at the same time.
In time the three had to get back to work; and with one keeping my knickers as a memento I was virtually pushed out of the caravan covered and full of spunk to make to make my dishevelled way through the families that were now filling the fairground.
I was aware of a couple of sideways looks; but I didn't care... I'd had the time of my life.
I was 23 and had been married for just over two years. I worked in a local bed making factory and my husband on the North Sea oil rigs; two weeks away and, in theory a week at home.
Before getting married and probably the first six months afterwards we had been 'loves young dream'; but in the months that followed he would finish work on the Friday afternoon; take a helicopter to Aberdeen and instead of rushing home to my heaving bosom, had started staying the weekend in The Granite City 'winding down' then arriving home on the Monday, then would spend the week drinking until he couldn't stand up; which wasn't a great combination with his new found passion for gambling.
I on the other hand, worked 40+ hours a week in a brain numbing job; kept the house neat and tidy always had a hot meal waiting for him at the time he had promised to be home by; but never arrived. Plus; after initially pining for a baby had more recently gone back on the pill as our sex life had dwindled to the very occasional drunken, "spread your legs"; followed by huh, huh, huh ... mmmmmm, then him rolling off finished and immediately falling asleep.
By that August weekend, even though several of my horny young male colleagues were eager to get inside my knickers, I had been completely celibate for nearly three months
As my husband had returned Up North on the Sunday afternoon and I was very lonely and was even starting to think about starting divorce proceedings; when I bumped into a younger ex-neighbour, who I hadn't seen for years on the bus home from work on the Thursday night.
Without going into intimate detail about my ailing marriage she told me that I needed a 'night out on the lash' but that wasn't my style; especially because married women 'flying solo' was frowned upon in my town; so she suggested we go to the Funfair on the Common; for a laugh.
As she got off the bus, we agreed to meet at 6 on the Friday at the Bus Station in town.
It was a lovely sunny and sultry evening so I decided to wear my Wrangler jacket with a new cotton dress that was a few inches above my knees and slightly flared; and for the first time in months took great care with my make-up; especially the bright red lipstick.
Janet was wearing a short denim skirt and and a pink cheesecloth shirt that was both a bit tight and see-through; showing her cleavage and bright red bra.
After being convinced to have a couple of drinks to 'start the night' we eventually went to the The Fair which was very busy with families and gangs of lairy teenagers; but with Janet at my side hardly ever stopped laughing, which was something I'd forgotten I could do.
At about 8 we went on the Waltzer where we soon caught the attention of the lad taking payment.
"Hello ladies." He grinned as he held his hand out for the cash; "are you looking for a fast ride or a slow one?" He winked.
I blushed; but Janet cheekily replied; "Oh ... a fast one of course; we both love a fast ride!"
He gave a cheeky smile then locked the bar in place; accidentally touching my boob at the same time, making me shiver.
As the ride started he returned and gave our car a big push making it spin and Janet and I squeal; which meant he gave it a two-handed push and it spun so fast my dress lifted up giving anyone watching a view of my knickers!
The lad moved on to the other cars; but quickly returned; spinning the car again and as my hands were gripping the bar, my dress lifted up again; much to his delight as he was now standing inside the car with us.
"What's your names?" The badly tattooed and greasy haired lad asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"I'm Janet and she's Helen." My friend replied, "Why?"
He pouted and winked again; "I'm Shane." before jumping out and giving us another two handed spin.
Our legs were wobbly as we got off and out of nowhere Shane appeared between us and slid his arms under ours, cheekily tickling our tits as he helped us onto the top step.
I couldn't believe what had just happened and looked at Janet who was laughing her head off.
"My skirt kept blowing up!" I gasped and laughed at the same time.
"I thought my tits were going to fall out."
"Do you girls want another ride?" Shane appeared again; "free?"
We looked at each other and laughing, nodded at him.
Back in we went and the super-fast spinning began again, and each time my dress flew up in the air; much to the delight of some Dads waiting for their k**s who kept getting flashes of my knickers.
At the end Shane asked if we wanted a third ride; but Janet said she fancied a go on the dodgems next. Pretending to be upset he pouted then leaned in to whisper into Janet’s ear; "Come back and see me when you want a proper ride darling." Then tapped her arse.
Somehow he must have signalled to the guy on the dodgems as he too had a subtle feel of our boobs as he slid the leather strap over our heads; much to Janet’s amusement and my own embarrassment (sort of).
Half an hour later Janet wanted to go back to the Waltzer and who was I to stop her?
The look on Shane's face was priceless when he saw us; "Back for another fast ride ladies?"
"Do we have to pay this time?" Janet giggled.
"A ride for a ride?" He laughed.
I wasn't sure what he meant but Janet kept giggling, then looked at me then back to him and nodded.
"You're on then." The scruffily handsome fairground worker grinned.
He paid us even more attention than earlier; making the car spin really fast and on each rotation I would scream my lungs out as my dress would fly up again; which was strangely turning me on; and in my more lucid moments was looking forward to a good fingering session when I got home.
I was very dizzy when I got off the ride and hardly noticed Shane cupping my boob as he helped me to the top step.
There was a strange look on Janet’s face as Shane said; "Stay there; I'm going to get some cover."
He leant over the railing and called to another worker; telling him to takeover while he went for a break."
Then in the blink of an eye, he had his hands around both our waists and we were walking away from the funfair towards the trailers and vans. Even at this stage I naively didn't know what they had planned so just kept walking; occasionally pushing his wandering hand away from my boob.
When we arrived at big transit van he let go of me as he opened the back door.
"In you go ladies." He huskily told us and without a second thought I ungainly followed Janet in; clambering up in the most undignified fashion; only to be helped by Shane who slid a hand up my dress and pushed me in via a huge hand on my nylon covered arse.
"Hey!" I called out as I landed face first on some rough blankets.
Thankfully he ignored me and scrambled over to Janet who was kneeling next to some boxes. Without a single word they were kissing like star-crossed lovers and his hands were all over her tits and arse; quickly lifting her skirt up to reveal a tiny g-string.
"Oh my God!" I wasn't expecting this! Janet wasted no time either unbuckling his belt and pulling the zip down on his dirty jeans while still French-Kissing the hunk. With one hand still up her skirt he eased his jeans down. Then I couldn't believe my eyes when his grubby pants followed and his huge cock sprang into view; making me gasp then put my hand over my mouth.
What was going on?
Why didn't I run?
Janet quickly wrapped her hand around the shaft and began wanking it as he unbuttoned her shirt and threw it towards me... quickly followed by her bra.
Shane now began suckling on her big boobs as she was furiously wanking him; making it grow at least another inch, maybe two before my very eyes.
Satisfied with the length and firmness Shane pushed Janet down onto the blankets; "Get your knickers off."
She already had them down to her knees and as soon as they were off automatically spread her legs for him.
The horny fairground worker rubbed his knob along her slit, then looked at me and winked, then slowly slid his massive cock deep into my friends young fanny making her grunt and pant for breath.
Once fully inside her he looked at me and grinned, then with his hands clasped to her wobbly boobs began ferociously fucking her ... only three feet away from me. I could hear ever single noise they were making and the smell of sex was intoxicating.
I had no idea that sex could be this raw and exciting as Janet kept grunting and bucking her hips to meet his rugged thrusts; "Fuck me harder you bastard!" She occasionally panted too; and Shane responded with some vicious thrusts that sent her back a foot or so until she was pressed against a wooden box.
"Where do you want it?" Shane finally panted, "your cunt or your tits?"
"My tits... my tits! I'm not on the pill!" Janet squealed.
Now sitting cross-legged with my back to the van side, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when he pulled his cock out... it was covered in her slime and was simply huge! I had no idea that cocks could be that big.
Janet manoeuvred onto her knees and pulled his long cock between her quivering tits; then rubbed her tits up and down the shaft, licking his shiny knob when it appeared at the top end.
"Do you suck?" He grunted; and Janet nodded. "Suck me off then."
All kinds of emotions were flying through my mind ... this was madness; but I couldn't look away especially when Janet grabbed his cock and pulled it into her mouth. I had no idea that this was something people did ... my God she looked so sexy as she wanked his shaft, cupped his balls and used her mouth to pleasure the young lad.
Now really excited Shane pushed her hand away and began wanking his cock into her mouth as she gripped his thighs; and with one vicious thrust and a guttural gasp he orgasmed inside my friend's mouth! Then he grabbed her by the hair and forced her face even deeper onto the shaft; "That's it ... take it all, you dirty cunt... swallow it all."
From the look on Janet’s pretty little face I wasn't sure that the instruction was necessary ... but sounded very sexy and masterful indeed.
Still with her face impaled on his cock; Shane looked over at me ... "That turn you on?"
I didn't know how to honestly reply, so shook my shoulders; which made him laugh out loud.
"It fucking did; didn't it?" He joked; "I bet your fanny's soaking; isn't it?"
Slightly scared I shrugged my shoulders.
Janet was now lying on her back and Shane was standing in front of me, with his cock dangling between his legs, not as hard as before when it was standing to attention but still probably two or three inches longer than my husbands.
"Show me how wet you are." He glared at me, as his cock swayed from side to side.
"What do you men?" I whimpered.
"Show me how wet you are; pull your knickers down."
"Go on Helen," Janet giggled; "show him your fanny ... I bet he can keep it up for another fuck if you do."
"Show me." Shane grunted.
I uncurled my legs and did as I'd been told; slowly pulling my nylon knickers down my legs; no longer caring that this stranger could see my hairy pubes and swollen pink fanny flaps.
"I thought you were going to play with yourself when you were watching." He laughed, "you couldn't take your eyes off us, could you?"
He was right; so I shook my head.
"Fucking Hell ... your fanny's fucking soaking ... look its running on the floor."
He was right again; I was so turned on I could actually feel my juices overflowing.
"Take your dress off and show me your tits."
Shaking I obediently followed his instructions again; quickly discarding my denim jacket and unbuttoning my dress.
"Fucking Hell!" Shane laughed out loud; "Is that a fucking wedding ring?" I quickly pulled my hand down; but Janet answered for me.
"Yeh ... but her husband hasn't given her any for months ... that's why I brought her here."
"Get your tits out then; Married Lady."
I scowled at my friend, who was smiling from ear to ear ... but complied, unclipping my bra and placing it beside me, nervously letting my friend and this young stranger look at my firm 32B's, as I knelt before them.
"Okey dokey, Married Lady; it's your turn to get me hard again... suck it!"
His long cock was now dangling only six inches in front of my face and I could not only see the last drops of spunk on it; but could smell it and Janet’s fanny juices too.
"But ... I've never ..."
"What?" He laughed as he rubbed his sticky cock across my cheeks and nose. "This is gonna be your first blow job?"
I nodded; as he ran the fat knob along my lips. "Open up Married Lady, open up."
With a deep inhalation through my nose; I did as ordered and he slowly fed his cock into my mouth.
"Suck it, Married Lady ... suck it!"
Without knowing what I was doing I tried to copy what Janet had done; and thankfully Shane soon began to sigh... with pleasure.
This was fun ... and very sexy, sucking a stranger's cock; especially when I felt it begin to swell and grow inside my mouth.
Shane then grabbed the back of my head and forced it further onto his ever swelling cock; and was now fucking my mouth as he playfully slapped my tits and very sensitive nipples.
Soon his cock was too hard for him to stay in this position so he pulled out and made me get on my hands and knees on the blanket.
Once there I assumed the doggy position; something I'd loved on my honeymoon and soon afterwards but not a position I'd been fucked in for over two years.
He knelt behind me and nudged my legs further apart before touching my married fanny with his huge bell-end, which made me flinch.
"Ready? Married Lady?" Shane chuckled as his knob penetrated my pussy, sliding in about three or four inches, making me whimper. "Fucking Hell missus; this is as tight as fuck ... what's your husband been using? A fucking pencil?"
Obviously a rhetorical question, I didn't answer but flung my head back as he forced even more of his dirty cock into my under-used pussy.
I was quickly panting for air and swinging my head back and forth as Shane built up a head of steam; fucking me like a wild stallion to the accompaniment of Janet shouting; "That's it ... fuck her really heard... make her scream!"
At one stage; when he had slowed down and was pinching my nipple I wailed; "This is so good ... so amazing!" Which made them both laugh.
I have no idea how long this lasted 10 minutes? 15? But much much longer than I'd ever known before; and only afterwards did I realise that after cumming in Janet’s mouth so soon before meant he could last this long.
At one stage I couldn't stop myself rubbing my clit as I pushed my hips backwards to match his fierce fucking, occasionally slapping my pert arse cheeks; making myself cum twice in quick succession.
I was like a rag-doll when I felt him speed up one more time and then shoot his spunk deep into my married fanny, before unceremoniously pulling out and letting me fall forward into a well fucked heap. But he wasn't finished with me; kneeling beside my face he flopped his sticky cock onto my cheek.
"Clean it up so I can get back to work."
Without a care in the world I gleefully licked and sucked every drop of his seed and my juices off his gnarly shaft until he grabbed my hair and forced his semi-hard dick deep into my throat making me gag; but both him and my friend laugh loudly.
"Okay ladies; get your drawers on; I've got work to do." Our young lover announced as he fumbled for his underpants.
Five minutes later he was swaggering back to the rides as I was still fastening the buttons on my dress.
"That was fun; wasn't it?" Janet giggled.
"I suppose so." I replied as the magnitude of what had just happened was beginning to hit me.
"I suppose so?" She hissed, "Fuck off Helen... you fucking loved that! That's the best fuck you've ever had, wasn't it?"
With a sly smile, I looked at her and nodded as I looked at my watch. Unbelievably it was still less than thirty minutes since we had entered his van; and he'd fucked us both in ways I'd never believed possible.
Half an hour later we were being chatted up by three much older men in a bar not far away; but after thinking about it for a few minutes didn't think my fanny could take any more ... for tonight anyway.
Much to her disappointment, I told Janet that I was going home...alone.
"Come on babes; I've got the hots for the big lad." She pleaded after pulling me to one side. Still trying to make sense of what I'd just done in the van, I shook my head.
"I'm going home... sorry." Then waved to the guys and left the bar, heading for the bus stop. As I crossed the road I could still hear the music coming from the Fair and absent mindedly thought about going back, but quickly came to my senses.
A few minutes later I was on the bus heading home both smiling and crying as memories of just having had raw sex with a complete stranger in his van while my friend watched us swilled around inside my head.
By the time I arrived home the little Devil on my shoulder had won the battle and I was hardly through the front door when I was tugging my knickers down and sliding my fingers into my recently fucked fanny.
I then hobbled into the living room; fingers still in situ and flopped on the sofa where I masturbated like a frenzied whore. For the first time in my life I frigged myself with two fingers embedded in my cunt while I rubbed my clit with the other hand; making me slide across the plastic material. I was soon so excited I pulled my sticky fingers out and licked and sucked them like a cock substitute... with added hour old spunk on them.
This tipped me over the edge and I came like never before; leaving my shaking like a shitting dog. When I got my breath back I walked into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, and still being knickerless seemed very naughty indeed.
As I waited for the kettle to boil I spotted the fruit bowl and with a twinkle in my eye selected the biggest and firmest banana for round two.
I made my coffee and went back into the living room. Now completely naked I lay on the sofa and spread my legs, rubbing the banana along my very sticky slit, then satisfied there was enough 'fanny lube' on it I slowly slid it in. I'd never done anything like this before and the anticipation was mind blowing and I found myself puffing my cheeks out as inch after inch of fruit filled my married fanny; just like the Fairground worker had just over an hour previously.
I was much slower and sensual this time; even pulling on my tits and nipples as I fucked myself with the banana. I don't know exactly; but I guess I was doing this for ten minutes or so before the desire for another orgasm took over and I frantically fucked myself while rubbing my engorged clit at exactly the same speed; making my back arch and my cunt grind onto the banana when I did cum; with a piercing scream that left me clammy and panting for breath.
By now it was nearly 11pm and I needed to go to bed; although sleep was difficult to come by as so many things were spinning around inside my head; but sleep finally found me about 2am and woke up about 8.
Although I'd hardly had anything to drink the night before but I felt like I had a hangover... can you have a sexual hangover?
Coffee and toast soon had me feeling better; and feeling very sexy again!
While I could hardly keep my hand away from my fanny, I stopped short of making myself cum; even in the shower... some sort of self-induced perversion I guess.
I eventually selected my short denim dress to wear for shopping, with no bra; a combination that had me giddy with excitement every time I bent over in the supermarket, wondering if men could see my red knickers or my nipples.
At one stage I felt like I was being followed by a young Dad with a pushchair; so gave him at least one long lingering look up the back of my skirt; then smiled when our eyes met... which made him scurry away.
I only wished I'd put some stockings on; especially when my dress rode up my thighs in the taxi going home, and the poor driver could barely watch the road for looking at my legs.
Back at home I was understandably as horny as Hell again as I put the groceries away.
As I made a sandwich I looked at my watch; just after noon. The Devil on my shoulder won again; but a banana couldn't satisfy this itch between my legs... only one man could.
Shane.
Without a care in the world I put on my 'going out' make-up, with bright red lipstick and a pair of black hold-up stockings. The only debate in my fuddled brain was whether to wear knickers or not; I chose the former, a sexy see-through black pair; which had been a Valentines's gift the year before.
Half an hour later I was nervously and hornilly stepping off the bus in the town centre. I tried my best to look nonchalant as I approached the Fairground but I felt my face burning up and my heart would burst out of my chest.
Just as I was having second thoughts, a familiar voice called out; "Hello gorgeous. What brings you here." Shane grinned from behind the Hook-a-duck stall; "or are you looking for second helpings?"
I was suddenly mortified that it was that obvious; and me a married woman too.
Before I could answer Shane had clambered over the counter and was swaggering towards me; wearing exactly the same clothes as the night before.
"Looky you; dressed all sexy." The fairground worker was now standing right next to me and caressing my arse; in public. "I bet you've even got stockings on for me this time; haven't you?"
His hand now slid to the hem of my short dress; but I anxiously stepped away, and looked around to see if anyone was watching; much to his amusement.
"Where's your little friend today?" He asked as he looked me up and down. I shrugged. "Do you want me all to yourself this time." Again I shrugged.
Shane leaned in and sexily whispered; "If you want my cock again; you better ask for it... you being married and all."
I coyly bit my lip and nodded.
"What was that?" He cupped his ear and turned to me.
My pulse was racing beyond all comprehension as I mouthed "Yes; I want you."
He frowned and cupped his ear again; "What was that?"
"I want you." I rasped, my mouth very dry with nerves, "I want...to have... you know... sex again."
"I suppose that'll do." He laughed again, then put his arm around my waist. "My Dad's got the van... but...Podge! Podge!" He called out when he saw another worker opening a stall. "Here, mate... give me the keys to your caravan for half an hour."
Without a second thought the fat lad dipped his hand in his jacket pocket and through a set of keys to Shane.
"Do I get sloppy seconds?"
"I guess so." My young Lothario replied without a by-your leave to me.
The caravan was a short walk away and we never said a word; but what was there to say at this stage?
As Shane unlocked the door he looked around, before ushering me in; and as he did so lifted the back of my dress to reveal my stocking tops and sexy panties.
"I knew it; ya dirty slut!" He cackled as he pointed to the small living area. "Get yer dress off, I haven't got much time."
I hadn't expected to be wined and dined; but this was still a bit brutish by anyone's standards. But, I did as I was told and he winked when he realised I wasn't wearing my bra.
"You better get to work on this." Shane smirked as he waggled his cock in front of my face; "you were a pretty good cocksucker last night; just like your friend."
I instinctively reached out for it and pulled it towards my mouth.
"You are a fucking a keen one." He laughed again as I sucked on his knob and gave the shaft a few sensitive strokes, before wanking it into my willing mouth, "I bet you don't suck your husband's cock like this; do you?" he teased.
Cock in mouth I shook my head.
There was a sensory overload as I sucked his cock for the second time in less than a day. The caravan wasn't just untidy but smelled of damp and stale beer; and it didn't take a brain surgeon to work out that the smells from Shane's nether region was from both Janet and I last night; as he didn't seem the type to bathe every day.
It quickly began to grow and harden as I deliriously sucked and licked it while he roughly played with my tits; which became even rougher when I sighed every time he tickled my nipples.
"Get your knickers off then Missus." He commanded when his cock was at full length again.
I rolled onto my back and as sexily as possible rolled my knickers down my legs then left them dangling on my left ankle as I spread my legs to show him exactly what was on offer, a hot and willing married cunt.
With his jeans now around his ankles Shane knelt before me and pushed his long hard cock deep into my married pussy; making me sigh... then pant for breath as he quickly began banging me just like I'd remembered, which made me instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.
Jesus... it was huge; and he pounded me like he wanted it to hit my rib-cage! As he fucked me ragged he kept telling me what a 'married slut' or 'married cocksucker' and 'dirty cunt' I was... which was turning me on as much as his cock was, truth be told.
I was delirious with sexual excitement and wasn't sure what was happening when the door squeaked
and a voice called out; "Shane! Gloria's looking for you and she's on the fucking warpath!"
"Shit!" My young lover gasped; then panted, "nearly finished... nearly finished... shit." Then unceremoniously pulled his cock out of my cunt and shuffled forwards; "here, married slut... open your mouth."
I willingly complied and his hot sticky cock was back in my mouth; and I was wildly sucking and wanking it in my quest to make him cum.
"Can I have a go?" Podge asked his friend.
"Knock yourself out!" Shane gasped as he grabbed my hair and began thrusting into my throat.
The next I knew was his fat friend was spreading my legs and pushing his cock into my fanny!
"Fucking Hell man!" He laughed as he began thrusting like a scrapyard dog as I pulled my knees up to allow him deeper access; "this is as sloppy as fuck... I hate going after you."
"It was as tight as fuck last night though...my fingers must be bigger than her husband's needle dick!" Shane romantically told his friend who was now slapping my tits while he fucked me.
With one hand squeezing his balls and the other rubbing his long shaft it didn't take Shane much more time before he fired a huge load of spunk into my throat; and I ecstatically drained the last drops out as he pulled his jeans up.
"Shit!" He gasped again as he fastened his belt; "there she is... gotta go sweetheart; but Podge will look after you." Then he was gone.
"So; you like sucking cock, do you?" Podge panted before pulling out. I nodded and moved some hair from my face. "Come here then slut; my turn for a blow job."
Without a second thought I moved cat like on all fours until I could reach out and tug on his short fat cock with my left hand.
"Fucking Hell!" He gasped as I fed his cock into my mouth and began squeezing his hairy balls; "you're fucking married!"
"Is that a problem?" I purred before returning his sweaty cock back in my mouth and began lasciviously licking and sucking it until he suddenly tensed up and a dollop of cum filled my mouth.
As he rolled back I raised myself to my knees; feeling very proud of myself for having had a threesome and sucking my second strangers cock in 24 hours.
YIKES!
There were two more fairground workers standing watching us; and their jeans were around their ankles and their cocks... and what cocks they were, were standing to attention.
"Shane said we could have a go next." The taller one smiled then stepped forward to offer his cock to my mouth... what the Hell? I took it in my hand and gave it a good wank before dipping my head to suck it.
His friend wasn't going to miss out and moved behind; manoeuvring me onto all fours before forcing his own long cock into my pussy.
Podge stayed too and the three of them took turns to fuck me in all kinds of amazing positions; with my favourite being on my back with my ankles either side of my head. I was in Heaven for the next hour; even getting on top of the taller one, with me fucking him, while I took turns sucking the other two cocks; even managing to get both in my mouth at the same time.
In time the three had to get back to work; and with one keeping my knickers as a memento I was virtually pushed out of the caravan covered and full of spunk to make to make my dishevelled way through the families that were now filling the fairground.
I was aware of a couple of sideways looks; but I didn't care... I'd had the time of my life.
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