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Steve sat in the lounge, flicking through the early Saturday afternoon sports channels. Sally, Steve’s wife of just two years, was upstairs. He had heard the shower stop about ten minutes ago, so now she would be slipping into the black and red waspie corset, rolling the fishnets up her long, slender legs, then teetering onto her red shoes with the fuck-me, steel heels. He glanced at the clock, it was about a quarter to two and they were expecting the first two of their list of visitors. This time next week they would be in their new house, back up in Birmingham, he thought, as their one-year secondment to the London office of Bullcock’s Plumbing Supplies finished next Wednesday. And that is why they had organised a going away celebration over Saturday and Sunday. It wasn't going to be a party, more a celebration of the lifestyle they had built up over the last year.
Their house, number eight, in Raddling Close in Wimbledon, was different to the rest. All the others had a front door that opened onto the Close, theirs opened onto the main road. This had been a godsend over the last year as no other people in the Close could see who came to their door.
The doorbell rang and Steve answered it. It was John, from number one.
“Hi, Steve, not too early, am I?”
“Not at all, come on in. Where does Myra think you are?”
“At home, she’s taken the kids out to the Common. I’ll just have to keep an eye on my phone in case she calls.”
“Beer?”
“Please.”
Steve showed John into the living room and collected a beer from the fridge. He popped the pull and handed it the can to John.
“Lovely! Can’t believe you two will be gone next week, just can’t believe it.” He did sound truly sad. “Guess it’ll be back to missionary with Myra on Monday nights.”
“There’s always Rita at the Cock and Cat!”
“I was hoping never to need to go there again, but I guess if needs must.” He didn’t sound too enthusiastic about the blonde barmaid, even if she did possess a pair of thirty-eight double Ds.
“She’s coming to say goodbye tomorrow.”
The doorbell chimed again. A few moments later Steve came in with Len, the manager of the ‘Cock' and widely known as ‘Lock in Len'. He didn't get on well with his wife, May, and would often capture customers to have an excuse not to go to their rooms upstairs. On the tall side and well built, some say he was a wrestler when he was younger, he had a shaved head that made him look aggressive, but he was quite an amiable chap.
“Hi, John, hope you’re ready for this! I’m in the mood for a real hard fuck.”
“I’ll hold her steady for you!” said John.
“It’ll need to be quick though, I need to be back at the Cock and Pussy for three.”
"Then we'd better get started!" It was Sally who had come downstairs un-noticed by the three men. They all looked around. Sally was a man's dream. The red and black waspie made her slender waist even more so, and the low-cut half cups pushed her breasts up, nipples just peaking out. The black fishnets were hold-ups and the finishing touch was a wide red ribbon that went around her hips, between her legs and was finished off in a bow at the front.
"Come on, Steve, don't keep us waiting!" said Len, giving Steve a nudge forward. He dropped to his knees and shuffled across the floor until he was at Sally's feet. Taking one end of the ribbon in his mouth he pulled and the ribbon fell away, exposing Sally’s recently waxed, very smooth and somewhat swollen, pussy to full view. He kissed her lips and licked along her slit. Sally’s hands held the back of his head and pushed his face into her mound, shaking her hips to increase the sensation.
Having held Steve’s face against her pussy for a while, she released him and he moved away.
"There you go, lads! Over to you," said Steve
“Come on you two, I didn’t come here to see a gents’ fashion show, get your kit off!”
John and Len immediately started to undress, tugging at shirts, pulling their trousers and underpants down together. Sally stood between them, brushing her body against them, then taking their cocks, one in each hand.
Both men had shagged her many times over the last year. John had been the first, starting on a Friday in the last October. After a few beers at the ’Cock’ he accepted an invite in as they walked back together. He had been looking at Sally’s body all evening, especially at her perfect arse. She had been wearing a short, tight-fitting skirt and John had not been able to make out even a hint of panties or a thong line. His mind had run wild at thought of her having bare pussy under such a short skirt.
Sally had guided him to sit on the settee at the other end to the chaise extension. When Steve had come in and handed out the beers he had sat at the other end, legs up on the chaise. Sally had then curled up next to him, leaning back against Steve with her legs, bent at the knee, on the settee. A few moves to get comfortable and John had the answer to his night long question. Sally engaged John in conversation while Steve channel hopped looking for some good porn. John just couldn't look at her face, his eyes continually fell onto her blatantly displayed pussy. Having found a suitable porn film, Steve had squeezed his arm between Sally and the settee back then started to play with her pussy.
“Nice looking, isn’t it?” said Steve to John, who was now staring, wide-eyed. “She only flashes her pussy at men she wants to shag.”
John swallowed hard, almost a gulp. Sally stretched one of her legs out and used her foot to rub against John's crotch. She was delighted to feel her charms were already at work. Sally had bent forward, undid his trousers and pulled his cock out, then started to play with it between both of her feet, her skirt now high up around her waist. While giving John a beaming smile, she dipped her finger into her pussy then licked it. John snapped out of his surprise and reached his hand out to take the first touch of her pussy. It was soft, warm and a little wet. One thing led to another.
And right now, his hand was stroking those same lips, feeling how smooth and soft they were and how wet it was between them. For once, Len was more involved with Sally’s perky tits, squeezing both nipples as she snuggled back against his body. She guided Len’s rock-hard cock between the very top of her legs and its appearance between her lips spoilt part of John’s stroking so he concentrated on circling her hardening clit.
“Kneel down,” she gasped at John and he obeyed. She dropped onto all fours, arse pointed at Len. He didn’t need a second invite, so knelt behind her and plunged his cock into her wet and willing pussy. Just like he had done that first time when they stayed after closing in the Cock and Cat.
It had been early December and Len was closing up. They had stayed chatting after everyone else had left. Len was very happy for them to stay as it put off him having to talk to May. A few more drinks were consumed. Sally popped into the loo in preparation to go. On her return, Steve stood behind, holding her coat up for her, but instead of slipping it onto her arms he had shuffled her forward until she was pressed against a stout wooden table, directly in front of where Len was lounging on a banquette. Steve continued to push her shoulders so she bent at the hip, her body lying across the table top. He had then put her coat on a chair and lifted the back of the short kilt style skirt she was wearing.
“Len, I think Sally needs another shot before we go,” said Steve. Since they had been chatting, both had noticed the bulge in Len trousers. A few nods and winks had led to Sally flashing a lot more thigh and, as she wasn’t wearing knickers, a little pussy. Len had looked uncertain about how he should react, but now with Sally’s bare arse and pussy right in front of him he just grinned.
"Come on, Len, a girl can't stay like this forever!" exclaimed Sally as she moved her feet further apart to rested more comfortably on the table. Len rose from his seat, unbuckled his belt and unleashed what had been bulging in his trousers for last thirty minutes. He placed one hand, flat, on the small of her back, and held his cock with the other. No tease, no rub up and down her slit, he plunged straight in, full length. Sally's body rose up with a mix of surprise, a little shock and a lot of being filled with cock. He wasn't long but the girth stretched her pussy. She was so glad that she had teased some of her juices out of her pussy and spread it over her inner lips when she was in the loo. Once in, Len gripped around her waist with both hands and fucked her hard and fast. Despite the weight of the table it still tilted under the force of his in-thrust, the legs clattering down onto the tiled floor.
Sally didn’t always like a hard, fast fuck, but when she wanted one, she wanted a real, arse slapper. And that’s exactly what Len had delivered that night. She came, heavily, just as Len’s spunk hosed into her.
It had been the same since whenever he came for a shag. No foreplay, no oral, he would say ‘Hi’, drop his trousers revealing his fat, already stiff cock, plunge into Sally’s wet cunt and give her a fast, hard fuck. Just as he was doing on their last Saturday afternoon in the Close.
Steve slowly rubbed his cock as he watched. Sally had John’s cock in her mouth. She didn’t need to move her head at all, as Len’s thrusts pushed her head forward, taking all of John’s cock in, and she then pushed back as Len recoiled for his next thrust. As always, with so much vigour, Len didn’t last long. Sally started to cum, her back arching upwards as the shudders convulsed her stomach. If John hadn’t been squeezing her tits she would have slumped onto the floor. Len groaned, pulled out and sprayed three loads of cum at her. The first splashed over her pussy, the other two strafing along her back. John’s cock had fallen out of Sally’s mouth when she screamed, ‘Oh fuck, FUCK, FUCK’. His load blown, Len briefly dropped back onto his heels.
"There you go, John, it’s ready for you!” said Len, standing up. Using his wrestling training, he easily picked Sally up, turned her over so she was face up and held her low down on his forearms, one under her shoulders and the other under her arse, his own cum still feeling hot against his skin. John stood, his eyes fixed on Sally’s cum splattered pussy, still wide open from being stretched around Len’s fat cock. He hooked his arms under Sally’s knees and edged closer until the tip of his cock played onto Sally’s clit. Some of Len’s cum stuck onto it and as he slapped it, repeatedly, on Sally’s clit, cum strings flicked into the air. Sally moaned with pleasure, tightened her legs around John’s waist, squeezed her pussy closed and waited for John’s cock to enter her.
Steve always thought these three made an odd threesome. Well, not Sally, but the two guys. Len, older, but well built, shaven head, contrasted strongly to John, ‘Mr average’, with a hint of a belly. But, whenever they were both able to come around, they enacted much the same scene as was happening in front of Steve now. Steve had needed some convincing when Sally had first told him she’d had a threesome with Len and John on that Friday afternoon in late January.
Sally did credit control for large customers at Bullcock’s. These were the countrywide plumbing firms. The head of sales for the unit would often ask Sally to join them when he was lunching the bosses of these clients. He did it because Sally was so sexy and attractive it made the clients happy, it certainly made him happy and it made Sally's job easier. When an overdue account needed to be called in, she would phone the boss and remind him of his wandering hands at the lunch table. Never failed.
It was after one such lunch Sally was coming home early. On the bus, she had phoned John to see if he was able to pop round for a shag, she knew he had a day off to decorate his youngest daughter’s bedroom. He had eagerly agreed. The walk from the bus stop took her past the Cock, and Len was outside smoking one the few roll-ups he consumed. She stopped to say, ‘Hi’. Within a few moments, she noticed the familiar tension in Len’s trousers.
He leant close to her and whispered, “Any chance of a shag, I’m horny as hell?”
She was about to say, ‘Sorry, already sorted,’ when she realised two things. Since Christmas, during their sessions, John had been talking about threesomes. It started with him suggesting Steve would do more than watch and had progressed to any other man being in her mouth or pussy, basically, whichever one he wasn’t being pleasured by at the time. He told her he wanked in the shower thinking about it.
Len had become a pretty regular Monday evening visitor. He worked a split shift Mondays, doing lunch then eight to midnight in the evening so would call round about seven for a quickie. During one doggy session in the living space, he had pulled out, then carried Sally so her head was on Steve's lap. He pushed his fat cock back in and said, "I think your hubby deserves a blowjob!"
Sally had eagerly complied and it had become a standard part of his visits. With John in mind she had asked Len if it had to be Steve in her mouth and he had said he didn’t care, he just liked to see her sucking cock while he shagged her.
So in a flash, she changed her answer to ‘Yes’. After an initial bit of uncertainty, she soon had the two cooperating and by the time both their cocks were spent in her, they were making arrangements to do it again.
John was sliding in and out of her pussy at a gentle rate. It was quite therapeutic after the pounding she had had from Len. John was in fact hardly moving. It was Len that was providing most of the movement by rocking her back and forth like a baby in a crib. As her pussy began to purr again, she added a little more force by pushing on John’s back with her lower legs, making it a bit more of a bump when he was fully into her. She looked up at Len and he had a satisfied, content grin on his face. John’s face was starting to look a bit pained and he was catching his breath now and then. She reached down and put the palm of her hand on her clit. After just feeling the pressure for a moment, she began to move her hand side to side. She wanted to cum, no, she needed to cum. Her hand moved faster and faster, pushing down with more force until…
Both men could see her stomach convulse and her legs shudder, her head crane back and her eyes roll as a deep orgasm swept through her body. John had the special treat of feeling her pussy randomly squeezing onto his cock and the feel of the inside of her pussy quivering. It blew him and he pumped his cum into her hot, wet, silky hole.
Len carried Sally, still a little limp, across to Steve and laid her used body across his lap.
“You’re a star, mate. A lucky star to have ploughing rights on this beauty,” said Len softly.
“Yes,” agreed John, “Thanks for sharing Sally with us. We are going to miss you two.”
Sally strained to raise her head and kissed Steve. “Thank you, I love you so much,” she said softly.
To be continued...
Look back soon for the next hot, steamy, episode of Leaving Raddling Close as another neighbour slips in to say goodbye! If you enjoyed this episode, please leave a comment / score, thanks, Rex
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