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Hi readers, I just want to say (warn you) that this story does not happen fast like some. I personally hate to look at stories that go across 4 or 5 pages, but I also agree with many that a good story must be 'developed', and it is for this reason that I am going to take my time with this one. So there you have it! You have been warned that this story is long, and not only long, but also nothing much more than the 'build up', happens in the first half.

Believe it or not, most of this story is true, the only difference is that I am telling it from "Cliff's" point of view, and not from my own. I hope you enjoy it (if you still read on from here), and if you do, please send me e-mail if you wish to know more about me and my (wife and daughters) sexual experiences. While this story did not mention my daughter in more than the intro, she is in other stories on here and another site.

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I did not have a uni degree, or the money to pursue one, and I did not have much chance of a high-paying job. The hours I worked each day were long, but the work was enjoyable, as I had grown up on a rural property so I was used to the lifestyle. I left school just after I turned 17, and took a position on a large cattle property about 50 klms out of town.

Hi, my name is Cliff; I want to tell you how my life changed, simply by being unemployed for a few months. I was just over 18 at the time when my life suffered a twist of fate; my boss died, and his wife sold the property, so I was left without a job. I had worked for them for almost 2 years, and my job entailed me riding the fences, either in the farm Ute, or on horseback. I would fix any fences, as well as muster the cattle when needed.

As the property was out of town and I did not have a car of my own, I rarely ever went anywhere, preferring to just laze about when I had time off. When I lost my job I moved into town and was lucky to have a friend who was willing to let me stay at his place until I found another job. Now this would not be easy, as the town only had a population of around 2000 people, but it was in a rural area, so there were countless large properties in the area where I would have a chance of work.

For the first few months I was not in a hurry to look for a job, as I had not really had time to do many of the tings that other young guys do when they leave school, and their family homes. I had only ever had a few alcoholic drinks when my previous boss felt in the mood; I had never had a girlfriend, and of course that also meant that I had never experienced sex other than with my hands or in my dreams. I wanted to change that situation and I decided that the local 'pub' would be the best place to start.

There were a couple of pubs in the town and the father of my mate's girlfriend owned the one I selected. I was introduced to the owner that Friday when we both went there. They seemed to be very friendly people, and soon I was made to feel at home. Over the next few weeks I would go and have a few drinks during the day when my mate was working, and soon the owner (Barry) and I were chatting away like old friends. I noticed that he liked to play 8-ball (pool) a lot, and as I also enjoyed a game or three, I was soon spending more and more time at the pub and filling my day.

Over the next few weeks I discovered a lot about him and his family, and one thing that puzzled me was why he was there alone most of the time. It turned out that they had a sick relative back in their town (about 5 hours away by car), and his wife and k**s only came out west once a month for a few days to give him time to relax. This explained why I had not seen his daughter very often. One of his sons stayed there and did some hours each week when it was busy. Apart from that there were two women who also did some casual hours in the pub. As for available young women, there were very few of those around the town. It seemed that the only young women and girls around all had boyfriends or even husbands. The rest all left to the bigger towns looking for work.

On Friday and Saturday nights the pub got very busy and there was always a wait to get served. On one such time I was waiting to be served when Barry rushed past me, but did not stop. When I turned to see what was happening, he just called back to me and said to 'serve myself'. A minor fight had started so he was rushing to stop the two combatants. I jumped from my seat and rushed over to help him, and as soon as we had them settled and friendly again, we walked back to the bar.

"Thanks, Cliff. It's nice to know there is someone not afraid to jump in and help when trouble starts!" He said.

"Not a problem Barry, you treat me good, so why wouldn't I look out for your back?" I replied.

As the two casuals were both working that night, Barry sat down next to me and asked what I was drinking, as he would buy me one. I told him I did not expect that, but he insisted. He was trying to get the attention of one of the girls, but as they were a little busy, he 'swore' a little under his breath.

"Seems I will have to get it myself!" he apologised.

"Well Barry, if you were serious before about me getting my own drink, I would certainly like to help out and get both of us a drink. That way you can just relax for awhile" I stated.

He did not give my comment another thought, instead he just nodded and said he would have a rum and coke, and I should have whatever I wanted. I walked behind the bar and proceeded to get him his rum, and a Jim Beam for myself. From that night, whenever I was in there in the daytime and having a game of pool with him, he would tell me to get my own drinks. I did not realise it at the time, but he was 'sussing' me out as to my ability behind the bar. A few weeks later he rang me and said he needed to see me right away. As I was not busy, I went directly and asked him what the problem was.

"Not a big problem Cliff, more of a favour. I have to go out of town for a few days, as my family needs me. I was wondering if you would mind keeping an eye on the business for me for two days?" he asked.

"What do you mean Barry? Keeping an eye on things? But I have no idea what happens before and after you are opened, and what about the money, the ordering etc?" I quizzed him.

"That will not be a problem. There is a cleaner that comes in first thing in the morning; there is nothing that is needed as far as stock goes, and as for the money, I can make a few spare 'floats' for the tills. All you really need do is know how to lock the place up, unlock the safe to get the tills out. At the end of the day just put the takings into a bag, write the till number and date on a piece of paper, and place it in the safe. I can do the banking when I get back." he answered.

This was a sudden and unexpected request he had made on me, but also one that had me interested.

"So you want me to serve for a few hours during the day as well then Barry?" I asked with a grin on my face.

"Well that is up to you, but you don't really have too. I can roster the girls on to cover for the two days, but I really need a guy around in case there is any trouble like the other night." he said. And I don't expect you be here from open to close, as my son can do half a day and you can do the other half. That is if you don't mind," he added.

I thought about this for a few minutes while I sipped away on my drink. The idea appealed to me as I had always been interested in serving a few drinks myself, plus it gave me a feeling of being in a position of 'power' as I would control what happened for a few days. I quickly told Barry I was happy to help him out.

"Gee, you are keen and eager to please, you didn't even ask me how much I would pay you! Does that mean you will work for free?" he laughed.

"Well Barry, I had not even thought of that, but it doesn't really matter if you pay me or not. I think friends don't charge each other for helping out when needed" I joked back at him.

"Very true Cliff, but no, I will give you a few hundred dollars as you are doing me a big favour. If I leave the girls alone there is no one to watch them and the stock, so I could lose a lot more than that" he said more seriously. "Oh, and you are welcome to free drinks as well, as long as you stay sober when you are working!" he added.

Two days later Barry took off after first showing me the ropes and how to open and close etc. As there were only 2 bedrooms in his accommodation, and his son slept in one, he told me I could sleep in either his bed, or one of the two single beds in the room that were there for when his two younger c***dren visited. The next morning I arrived early as I was doing the first half of the day and his son was doing the second half. As I had met his son many times before, there would not be a problem as we both seemed to get along with each other well.

The two days went without any trouble, and I felt happy that I could tell him this when he rang me on the second night. He was happy, but he also sounded troubled.

"Hmmmm, Cliff, I hate to do this, but can you stay another day at all? My car has some trouble so I am stuck here" he asked.

I quickly assured him that I had no other plans and that I understood his problem. I had been feeling good being here, and I told him I would take good care of his business for him. The next day his son did the first half of the day, and when he finished he said that he was going out with friends for the night, so he would not be back until the next day. I told him to have a good time and that I would be fine. He left an hour after the second girl started her shift. Around 6pm it was starting to get a little busy so every so often I would jump in and serve to help out, and then it happened. The girl slipped, and as she fell she twisted her ankle; dropping the glasses she was carrying, and when she hit the floor she landed on one of the glasses and cut her leg rather deeply.

The customers were very understanding and did not get angry about the slow service. Luckily, one of the local ambulance guys was having a drink on his night off, so he grabbed the first add kit and fixed her up, and then he offered to take her to the local hospital, as her wound needed a few stitches. This left me on my own. As Barry's son was out and I had no way of contacting him, I had to finish the night alone, and this was more nerve-wracking than I expected, as we were not due to close until midnight, and the bar had a lot of people in it. Luckily there was only one small 'scuffle' that I was able to stop quickly, and then continue serving.

When the night was finally finished I locked up, put the money away, had a few stiff drinks, and then went out the back to sleep. At around 6am I woke up, and needing to empty my bladder, I walked into the bathroom, where I got the shock of my life. There in front of me was a woman of about mid forties, and she was standing there completely naked. I don't know who got the bigger shock, her or me. She let out a sharp scream, and I think I may have as well. It took a few moments for us to both realise who the other person was.

"Shit! I'm sorry Anne. I did not know that you were here. I never would have walked in on you like that otherwise. I did not do it on purpose" I quickly tried to explain to Barry's wife.

"No Cliff, it is I who should apologise. You were not to know that I was here. I arrived an hour ago, and after the long drive I felt I needed a bath. I guess I should have woken you when I arrived, but you looked so peaceful I decided to leave you to sleep" she explained.

The strange thing at the time was she did not appear to be trying to cover herself, nor was she looking at my face, but rather her eyes were looking lower. "SHIT!" I thought suddenly. I was only wearing a pair of loose boxers, and my cock was standing erect, and it was straining at the front. I turned all shades of red as I tried to hide my erection.

"Don't be embarrassed Cliff, after all, you are at least wearing something, but I am standing here completely naked" she laughed.

I quickly left the bathroom and went back to find my clothes, but as I did Anne grabbed her clothes and followed me into the bedroom.

"I thought you needed the toilet Cliff?" she laughed. "It is free now."

I grabbed my towel and quickly excused myself, all the time trying not to look into her face, but that left only her naked body to look at, and that made things worse for me. I rushed past her and went into the bathroom. Once there I dropped my boxers and took a hold of my rigid cock and tried to have a 'piss', but it was so erect and throbbing from not only my full bladder, but the effects of seeing Anne naked, that I could not start the flow going.

Realising that I needed to calm my nerves before I could accomplish this take, I turned the shower onto old and hopped in, hoping the cold water would have the desired effect. As I stood under the water and waited for my cock to deflate, all I could think of was Anne's naked body. Apart from in books such as Playboy, etc., I had never seen a woman naked before that day. The more I pictured her body in my mind, the more my cock throbbed. I decided the only way out of this was to masturbate. It did not take long before I could feel my balls begin to tighten and I could feel the impending explosion that was about to occur, when suddenly the shower curtain was pulled open.

"Hmmm, did I do that too you?" Anne asked as she stood staring directly at my cock as it exploded.

"What are you doing in here?" I protested.

"Well, it is only fair after all. You saw me naked, so now it is my turn to see you naked. Now we are both even" she laughed.

"ummm ... but, but, that's not fair, you were not 'touching' yourself like I am, and anyway, that was an accident" I protested.

"Oh! Would you like to see me play with my pussy, would that make us even in your mind Cliff?" she laughed once more.

I felt myself turn many shades of red and did not know what to say or do. I was sure she was joking, but deep down inside I really was excited at the prospect of seeing a women play with herself; but I was also way too scared to even joke about it. I turned my back on her and tried to close the curtain. Anne left, but as she walked out of the room she called back to me.

"Hey Cliff, I bet you make a lot of girls happy around town happy with your equipment, don't you?"

I never answered her, as my mouth seemed to be locked in an open position. As I heard the door close I only then realised that my hand was still on my cock, and that my cum was splattered all over the wall; but not only that, my cock was still rigid; it had not died down, or at least if it had, it was now erect once more. What was I going to do, I wondered as I finally began the task at hand and washed myself. I finished my shower, dried myself and then went to get dressed; but my clothes were not there. I was sure I had brought them in with me, but maybe I had forgotten. Now I had to go back into the bedroom with just a towel around me.

When I got there Anne was nowhere to be seen; I felt relieved. I got dressed and went around to the office but she was not there either. Next I went to the kitchen, and there she was. As I entered I saw two cups of coffee on the table and I wondered who was the other cup for before I realised that it must have been for Barry. 'But hang on!' I thought if it were for him, then where was he, and what would he do to me when he finds out what had just happened out in the shower.

"Cliff, how do you like it?" Anne called to me.

"Ah... ummm, what do you mean?" I mumbled back in surprise.

"Your eggs silly, do you want then soft or hard?" she answered. "You understand what I mean? Do you want them hard like your cock before you played with it, or soft like after you blew your load?" she added as she broke into a fit of laughter.

After turning a bright shade of red once more, I finally mustered the words and told her I liked my eggs soft. I realised very soon that was not the right answer when she retorted with a disappointed tone and said that she always preferred it 'hard' first thing in the mornings. 'Was she purposely trying to goad me with her sexual innuendo's' I wondered, and where was Barry? I did not have long to wait before I had my answer to my thoughts.

"Cliff, Barry has some business to attend to back home I decided to give him a break from the pub. I will stay for the week, and Barry wanted to know if you would like a permanent job as his assistant manager," she asked in a 'matter-of-fact' voice.

"What do you mean Mrs...?" I started, before she cut me off.

"My name is Anne, and I hope you will call me Anne as I have never liked being called Mrs!" she interrupted with a terse tone.

"Ok, sorry Mrs, umm sorry, Anne" I replied. "Yes I would like to work here full time with Barry, but what about, ummm. You know, what about somewhere to sleep?" I shyly asked.

"Well Cliff, that is entirely up to you. Barry would rather you live in, and he said that you can decide what you want to do. As the k**s and I are not here very often, you can sleep in one of their beds when we are not here, and that will be free. But if you want your own private room, then you can have a room in the accommodation area, but you will have to pay for that" she explained.

"But if I take the offer of one of the k**s beds, where do I sleep when they are here?" I asked.

"Don't worry so much. If there is a free room you can have that on those nights at no charge, but if we are booked, then we can put mattress down and you can sleep there" she explained. "Unless you would rather sleep in our bed," she laughed.

'Was she for real? Was Anne trying to goad me into embarrassment, or was she just trying to keep my young mind totally confused?' I wondered for what seemed like hours, before she finally laughed and admitted that she was just 'fooling' with me. I agreed to stay on and work for Barry and help him, but I also asked why they did not get their son to do the job, instead of working only part time. She explained that he did not like the 'pub scene' and was only staying to help until his father found a suitable person to take over the majority of the extra duties. He would however continue to do a few hours each week to pay his board. It seemed to me that I had landed on my feet and into a job that I enjoyed.

The day began and we opened the pub and all seemed to go in a strictly business like fashion. Anne did the first half of the day while I went for a walk around town and then went and got my few possessions and brought them to my new 'home' and workplace. At 5pm Anne finished and I took over. As I was now going to work full time, Anne had explained that the 'girls' would do less hours, and that we (Barry and I, but sometimes Anne and I) would do the majority of the work. At times when it was really busy, whoever was there would just jump in and help. This I guessed was why I was classed as an 'assistant manager'; so I was sort of on call most days. But she did explain that I would have one total day off each week. This was fine with me.

By 9pm Anne said she would go to bed, but if I needed her for any reasons, then I just had to call her on the 'house phone'. I finished the night, and after closing everything down, putting the money in the safe, I had a couple of drinks and then went out to the 'managers quarters'. Forgetting about Anne being there, I did the same as the previous nights and just stripped down to my boxers and crawled into the bed.

"Well Cliff, you certainly seem to take 'assisting Barry' to a different level!" Anne laughed.

Shit! I had forgotten that she was there, and thinking I was alone, I had slipped into the bed (their bed) and was surprised when she spoke. I quickly apologised and jumped back out. I made my way towards where her k**'s beds were (luckily they were not there), but as I did I tripped over something. She turned on the bedside lamp and just said to tell her when I was settled, and she would turn it off again. As the 'master' bedroom had been purposely built for the previous owners who had also had k**s, it was a normal width, but it was twice as long as a normal room. I reached a bed and slipped under the covers and told her I was in.

"Well, if you are in then I must have a really loose pussy, because I can't even feel you Cliff!" she laughed.

Damn! This woman never lets up on the sexual jokes, even this late at night she was tormenting me! I rephrased my words and told her I was in the bed. The light went off and soon I was trying to get her comments out of my head so I could sleep. After all, I had to open the next morning, so I needed some sleep.

About 20 minutes later I was feeling myself falling into that long needed sleep when I thought I heard a noise. Opening my eyes and trying to listen for it again, I only heard the 'quiet' of the night. Again I felt myself drifting off when I heard the noise once more. Again I sat up suddenly and 'pricked' my ears, but still nothing. I thought I must have been going crazy. I sat up for nearly 15 minutes, before finally thinking that I was crazy. I lie down and fell asleep very quickly.

My alarm went off at 6:30 and I jumped up and headed for the bathroom. As the bedroom door was at the end of the room where Anne's bed was, I had to walk past her. As I got closer I looked across at her bed like any normal guy would in my position, and there she was, flat on her back, legs apart, and totally naked for my eyes to see. The covers were completely off of her. I stopped dead in my tracks and just stared at her for a few minutes, before finally proceeding to the toilet. By now my cock was straining to be released, and touched. After emptying my load into the bowl, both urine and cum, I had a shower, dressed, and then went to the pub to get things ready.

The day was uneventful. Anne came out to the kitchen when I was eating my breakfast, and not once did she mention anything about her nudity in her bed. I preferred to not menton it either, and we just spoke about the day ahead of us as if nothing had happened. When my shift finished at 3pm, one of the staff took over, and Anne and the other girl were to take over at around 7pm when it would be busier. I had a few hours sleep in the afternoon but was back in the kitchen around 6pm and cooking a meal for myself and Anne. When I had eaten mine, I took Anne's place so she could have her supper.

After Anne had finished supper she took over the work side and I sat down and had a few drinks, along with playing a few games of pool with some customers. As most people in that town liked to drink, they usually did everything for drinks, so pool games were for drinks. By the end of the night I was very drunk. By the time we were closed I was swaying a lot, and when Anne and I were ready to lock the back door and go to the apartment, she ended up having to help me walk the short distance. As we walked out the back door and I had to traverse the 3 steps down and then the three steps up into the apartment, I was stumbling, so she put her arm around my waist to steady me.

I felt rather stupid, but also glad that someone was there to look after me. Once inside she went off for a shower and I collapsed on my back onto the bed, but only on my back as my legs and feet dangled over the side of the bed; I was incapable of even getting the rest of myself onto the bed. After maybe 10 minutes she re-entered the room and began to laugh when she saw my state.

"Well, you certainly made a mess of yourself tonight, but you can't sleep like that!" she laughed. "Guess I will have to help you" she added.

Anne walked up to where my bed was and began to take my shoes and socks off. I sort of assumed that she would just lift my legs onto the bed, but instead her hands went for my belt and she undid it, then she unclipped my jeans and began to pull my zipper down.

"Arh, what are you doing Anne?" I stuttered.

"Well you certainly can't sleep like that so I am helping you get changed and ready for bed, silly!" she laughed. "And don't worry, I have three sons and a husband, so I think I am used to seeing drunks and c***dren naked!" she added as she began to pull my jeans down my legs.

I wanted to resist and I wanted to protest, but as I tried to form the words, my mouth became tongue-tied and my arms and legs would not co-operate. Then I wondered just which category she had placed me in; drunks or c***dren. Once she had my jeans off she pulled my T-shirt up and over my head, and then she lifted my legs onto the bed. She straightened me out and then pulled just the sheet up and over me, and then she leaned down and kissed my forehead like a mother would normally kiss her c***d before leaving the room. I was both glad and disappointed at the same time that she had not done anything else. I was off into the 'land of Nod' very quickly.

Next morning when I awoke she had already left her bed, so I showered and dressed and then went over to the kitchen. As I entered I slowly began to offer my apologies for the previous night, but she quickly dismissed me and said I had nothing to say sorry for, as it was only natural that a young guy like me could not handle his alcohol. Now this 'stung' me a little, and when I protested she just laughed.

"Well young man, if you could handle your grog (alcohol) as well as you say, then you should have been able to get yourself to bed on your own as well!" she smiled at me. "Not only that, but you would also have heard me moaning during the night, and you would have offered to help me with my little problem as well!" she laughed out loud at me.

"I, ummmm, ... I don't understand what you mean Anne" I mumbled back at her in embarrassment.

"Well!" she said with a very red face. "After helping you to undress, I could not sleep. I kept thinking about how hard you were when I took your jeans off. Every time I closed my eyes I kept seeing your hard cock pointing at me, and I could not sleep. I ended up having to masturbate before I could relax enough and be able to sleep!" she coyly replied to me.

Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed and turn a bright shade of red. I could not believe that she had just told me what she had. She was a married woman, and not only that; she was my boss's wife. How could she say things like that? We both stood there for a few minutes, just looking at each other, before we finally turned away from each other and continued about our mutual duties. I got us both a coffee while she finished the food.

The day went ahead and I felt a very deep tension between us both. Every time we had to pass each other or speak, we both looked up, but then just as quickly we both seemed to turn our heads away. Was I dreaming, or was it real; was Anne, a woman of 46 feeling the same sexual tensions as I, and was she also having trouble dealing with our closeness? Here I was, just a young guy of 19, and yet not only was I getting excited at seeing and being near a 'sometimes' naked, but older woman, but she also was feeling the same arousal? I guessed that for me at my age and inexperience it was one thing, but she was a much older, married woman, and not only that, but she had four k**s as well. She was even older than my own mother!

Later that day at around 5pm, Barry walked into the pub. I wondered what was wrong, as well as being scared that maybe Anne had said something to him, and that he had come back early to kill me. After waiting a time while he went to the office, and then went out back to speak with Anne, he finally came back into the bar. He sat down on the 'customers' side of the bar and had a very bad look on his face. I finally finished serving the customers, and I knew I had no choice but to approach him.

"Hi Barry, how are you, and how come you are back so soon? I thought you were not due back for a few more days" I sheepishly inquired of him.

"Arrrgh! I am so fucking pissed off with what has happened! I am ready to kill someone!" he blurted out at me.

I stood motionless and felt like I was literally shaking in my boots. I was sure he was about to kill me, but also sure that he was prepared to wait until I finished working. For the next few hours he just sat there, starting at his beer and looking 'pissed off'.

Finally Anne walked out into the bar and she stoped next to him. She bent down and kissed him on the side of the face, and then she said how 'sorry' she was for causing him so much trouble, and she promised that she would never do it again. Once having said that, she walked out the door and left. I now understood what was going on. She had confessed to him about us being naked together, and he was now about to kill me!

"Fucking women! Just when you are finally having some fun, they fuck you up and make you stop!" he blurted out.

"Sorry?" I asked without thinking.

"The bitch, she said she would come back and look after the pub while I had a week of 'fun'! But no, she has to call me after 3 days and say she needs to go home and attend to a few things!" he grumbled. "And I had finally got that young bitch to agree to fuck with me!" he added.

"Ahhhm, ... sorry Barry, I don't understand what you are talking about" I replied as I felt a slight reprieve for my life and balls.

"Anne! She knew I had been wanting to fuck the bitch from down the street, and just when I had her ready to give it to me, she rings and says she needs to go home and I have to come back here!" he exclaimed to me.

"I don't understand Barry, you have a beautiful wife, why are you trying to fuck someone else?" I seriously asked him, forgetting about my worries.

"Yes, of course I do, but she had her fucking periods when I was there, so what is a man to do. And anyway, we have always agreed that we could have a little fun on the side. It's not as though this were the first time!" he gnarled back at me.

"What! Do you mean to say that you and Anne have an 'open' relationship where you both can have sex with others?" I coyly inquired.

"ha ha ha, do you mean you did not know. So hasn't she tried it on with you yet? Shit, she has been saying for ages that she wants to try a young guy for a change. Why did you think I hired you?" He laughed. "She had told me what sort of guy she was looking for, and out here she thought it would be better and safer for her to try!" he added as he laughed at me.

I was flabbergasted. These past few days she had been hoping I would 'take advantage' of her so she could pretend it was me who initiated things. After maybe five minutes of sitting with my mouth wide open and my brain in 'neutral', I finally got the courage to speak.

"Barry, are you saying what I think you are saying? You are saying that you know, and that it is OK for me to fuck your wife?" I asked coyly.

"Cliff, not only is it OK, but I wish you would have given her a good fucking over the last few days while I was away. No wonder she wanted to leave early; she must have given up on you." he laughed at me.

This was all too much for me; I could not comprehend what had just transpired. I sat there with my mouth open, my glass to my lips, and my tongue hanging onto the lip of the glass. Finally Barry laughed out loud and then punched me in the arm.

"bloody hell, Cliff, you're not a virgin are you? She will be very upset if you are and she missed her chance. That is her second biggest dream!" he laughed.

By my lack of initiative and willingness to reply, even if I had wanted too, Barry was now convinced that I was, and he was in fits of laughter. By now customers from the other end of the bar had heard his laughter and had started wondering what was so funny. I felt like I needed to crawl under a log and die.

"Don't worry mate, you secret is safe with me. Well, at least for another hour or two until Anne gets home and I can phone her!" he laughed once again.

When the pub was closed Barry and I put everything away and went out to the accommodation, but instead of just going to bed, he asked if I would mind chatting with him for a time. Not wanting to upset him, as well as being curious about what he had said earlier, I agreed.

"Cliff, next time Anne is up here, you are welcome; no, not welcome; I want you to fuck her if she wants too. She has said that you are the sort of guy she is wanting to try, and if you don't, you realise that she will either think that you are a virgin, or else that you are gay", so you make the decision. There is no demands or pressures on you, but if she offers, need I say more?" he said.

We talked this over for some time. First I just listened to him explain that they had an 'open' relationship, and then I got braver and asked a few simple questions, before finally getting my courage and asking more personal questions about his, and her, past experiences, and if they told 'everything' to each other. After he reassured me that they just told if they had or not, I then got bolder and asked if he had any 'hints' for me about Anne. After another hour of chatting about her and her likes, etc., we finally called it a night and retired to our separate beds.

After a very restless night, thinking about what Barry had said and thinking back to the sight of Anne's naked body, I finally succumbed to my thoughts and began to play with my cock. It did not take long before I could feel myself ready to explode when I heard Barry's voice pipe up and ask me 'if my actions meant I had agreed to what he had asked'. I could not help myself; as I shot my load up into the air and back down onto my stomach; I laughed and said 'YES', if she'll have me. Five minutes later I was sound asleep and dreaming of Anne's naked body.

The next few days went by without any worries, and by the end of the week Barry and I were not even mentioning Anne, as the business at hand was all we talked about. Things were back to the way when I first came here; we would take turns working, his son would come in on certain days to work, and the two casuals would do their shifts. The good part was that when his son worked, it was usually spread across our days off as well as a few nights 'when needed' that he would do the closing shift. This meant that Barry and I would have a night off, and sometimes we would go to one of the other pubs for a few beers, away from his and my workplace.

It was over the next few weeks, during a couple of these nights, that I found out so much more about Barry and Anne's 'sexual' lifestyle. By the end of the second week since Anne had returned home, that Barry told me that she was coming back the following week, and that this time she would be staying for the 'full' week, and that the other c***dren again would not be accompanying her. I could not believe what I was hearing; I was going to be spending time alone with her again, but this time if she made sexual advances, I had permission to accept them.

When she arrived we exchanged the usual pleasantries, but nothing else seemed to be on her mind. Barry left that afternoon and we went about the daily business just like any other people. By the time we closed she had only spoken to me about work and nothing else. We closed up and had a quick drink and she said she was off to bed. By the time I got to the bedroom she was already half asleep and laying with her back to the door, and I got a clear view of her naked arse and back. As I was about to get under my covers she rolled over and spoke casually.

"Cliff, if your gay it does not matter, I do understand", she said.

"Huh? I'm not gay, what makes you think that Anne?" I replied.

"Well if your not gay then it must be that you think I am too old and ugly for you to bother taking an interest!" she added.

"I don't mean to be rude to you Anne, but this has come about all too sudden for me and I'm having a great deal of trouble trying to figure out what I should do. And you are certainly not 'too ugly' for me. I think you have a great body and it is very sexy, but I, well I'm, what I'm trying to say is," I stuttered.

"If you are trying to tell me it is just that I'm too old for you, then I understand that Cliff" she interrupted me.

"No Anne, you are not too old, but you are old enough to be my mother, but that is not the problem. It is just that I work for Barry and he is your husband, and apart from that, I have never done anything like this before" I said to her.

"Never? Do you mean you have never had sex with an older woman, or just never had sex before?" she laughed.

"Sex, I have never had sex before. Actually yours is the first female body I have ever seen naked" I shyly replied.

Anne began to laugh uncontrollably and I felt my heart drop down to my stomach. She thought I was stupid or even worse. It looked like I had said the wrong thing to her and lost my first chance at losing my virginity.

"Cliff, I am not laughing at you, I am laughing because you have just answered one of my dreams. I have always wanted to have sex with a younger guy like you, but even more so, I have dreamt of breaking in a young virgin. Now get that virgin cock of yours over to me, or do I have to come and get it myself?" she laughed.

I was stunned and could not move for a few moments until she called out and told me Barry would not be happy with me if he knew I refused to help her out. I sheepishly got up and walked over to her and stood beside the bed.

"Don't be shy, get into bed with me. I won't bite, unless you want me to" she grinned.

I lay down on the side of the bed but she patted the vacant spot beside her and told me to move closer. Once beside her she sat up and looked at me slowly from head to toe, and took an extra long look at my crutch area where my cock was starting to push up at the front of my boxers.

"Hmmm, I did not get a really good close up of your cock the last time I was here, so I guess we should start with fixing that right now. With that said she grabbed my boxers and in one quick movement she had them down around my ankles. I felt vulnerable and scared at that moment, but also excited at the prospect of what was going to happen next. I had read a lot of things as well as seen a few porno videos, but I was still scared that I would make a fool of myself, or even worse, disappoint her.

"Well!" she said as she stared at my manhood. "It's not as big as some I have tried, and it certainly isn't as think as Barry's, but I am sure we can get a lot of satisfaction from this mean looking little man" she grinned.

Now I knew I was not overly large, but I knew that at around 6 inches I was certainly not the smallest in the world. Still, her comment about my lack of size did shatter me a little, and instead of it continuing on its previous growth, it now began to reverse and shrink. What was I too do, I wondered. Was this going to be the end of my chance?

"Don't worry Cliff, I will have it back up again soon," she said, as she placed her hand around my cock.

I lay there too scared to do anything. I did not know if I should move, sit up, or even try and touch her as well. She seemed to sense my dilemma and soon she leaned down and kissed my forehead and told me to just stay still and enjoy what she was about to do. I breathed a sigh of relief as her hand slowly began to slide up and down my shaft, and her other hand cupped my balls, and she began to stroke me slightly faster as she lightly squeezed my balls.

"Your balls feel like they are really full and desperate to be emptied," she said, and then her head began moving closer down towards my now throbbing cock.

As she approached her target her tongue came out and touched the 'eye' of my cock, which sent a tingle down my cock and all the way up my spine. She slowly ran her tongue down the length of my shaft and did not stop there, but continued to my ever-tightening ball sack. She opened her mouth wider and took one into her mouth and slowly sucked on it, before releasing it and doing the same to the other one.

With this completed she returned her tongue to my shaft and took the slow journey back along to the tip of my cock. Once there, she kissed the now hard, mushroom shape, and then slowly opened her mouth and placed her moist lips over the head of my cock. I felt I had died and gone to heaven. Never could I have imagined what this would feel like. I had masturbated many times over the years, and thought sex would feel the same way, but I was wrong, and then it happened. Without any warning at all, I erupted and blew my load into her mouth.
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The first shot took her by surprise, but instead of being angry and pulling away, she quickly sank her mouth down over my cock until her lips were hitting my balls. The second shot went right down her throat, and she just sucked harder on my cock and accepted everything I was shooting into her mouth. Finally my cock began to shrivel and she gave it one more hard suck and then sat back up.

"I'm sorry Anne, I did not mean to do that. I did not even realise it was about to happen" I almost cried in shame.

"Hush" she said as she put a finger across my lips. "It's OK, I was expecting that you would not last long, that is why I was happy when you came so quickly. Now you have gotten the first load out of the way, you will last longer the next time" she smiled.

She lay down beside me and cuddled up close to me and as she did so she moved her face closer to mine, and she kissed me gently on the lips. After a few moments her tongue pushed forward at my lips until I could taste myself on her. It was a strange, bittersweet taste, and not as revolting as I would have imagined it to be. I met her advancing tongue and we were soon going crazy with our swirling tongues. It did not take long before I felt my cock begin to stir again, and this had not escaped her either as her hand was already around my shaft.

"Good, it looks like it's true that younger guys can recover much quicker. Looks like I wont have to wait after all to give you your next new sensation" she spoke.

With that she moved herself so that she was above me, but her head was now over my cock and her pussy was directly over my mouth. I could not believe this was for real. I was not just getting to see her body naked again, but my eyes were only a few inches away from her shaved pussy. She did not try to lower her pussy to my mouth, but her mouth was soon sucking my cock to full erection again. After a few moments she raised her head.

"If you think you have had a good enough look for now, then I can lower myself and let you explore at an even closer range" she laughed.

I slowly pushed my tongue out to meet her approaching pussy lips. Once the target was met I was not sure just what to do, but decided to slowly lick around the outside like she had done before to my cock. Every time my tongue touched her 'slit' I felt her push down a little harder. I had no choice as her legs spread wider and her pussy was pushing onto my tongue. I pushed inside of her and almost straight away she clamped her thighs around my ears and I felt her spasm as a sudden rush of liquid hit my tongue. I did not know what I had done, or which part I had hit, but it was obvious from her moans that I had pleased her.

After sucking on me for a few more moments she raised herself and turned to face me. She placed one leg each side of my waist as she crouched over top of my rigid cock. Taking a hold of my shaft, she slowly aimed it for her now wide open pussy, and inserted the head into her waiting entrance. She stopped for a moment and then slowly lowered herself a little, then pulled back up. Each time she did this she sat down a little further onto my shaft, before again taking it almost out. Over and over she did this until at last she said I was now familiar and ready to feel her as deep as I could go.

The next time she was almost off me, she then lunged herself down until I felt her arse cheeks hit my balls. I thought before that nothing could feel better then her mouth around my cock, but I was wrong, this was far better. She stayed still on me, with her pussy wrapped around my cock. I could feel her inside muscles begin to tighten around me, and then they would release. This she did for maybe 30 seconds before I again felt my balls tighten, and just as I let out a moan, trying to warn her, my balls erupted once more, but this time deep into her body.

Many times I have masturbated more than once in a day, but never before have I been able to send so much cum the second time as I seemed to be this time. Burst after burst seemed to shoot out my cock and penetrate her depth. Finally after emptying my load I felt my cock wilt a little, but she did not move.

"That was nice Cliff, and this time you lasted longer than I expected you too. Looks like you may turn into a good little stud if you keep this up" she cooed.

I could not believe it, she was not disappointed that I shot again so soon, but she was actually saying how long I lasted. Or was she just trying to be nice to me? I had no way of telling for sure, but I was not interested right then either. All I knew was that I had lost my virginity in two ways, first into a woman's mouth, and then into her pussy. I was the happiest guy alive.

After what seemed like ages, but probably only 5 minutes, she slid off me and lay beside me, but as she did both our bodily fluids dripped from her pussy and landed on my now slack cock.

Quickly she placed her mouth down and began to lick it and suck it off me. Once she had me clean she said I should taste it as well, and then she placed her mouth over mine and kissed me deeply, and as she did some of our fluids went into my mouth. At the time I expected it to be disgusting, but I was surprised at the sweet taste, even though it was a bit salty. After a short time she suggested we both needed to sleep. I got up to return to my bed, but she patted the bed once again and said there was no reason for me to leave.

I quickly drifted off to sleep and had the most wonderful of dreams ever. It seemed like I was making love to her all night, and around 5am it started again, but this time I was dreaming that she was sucking me off again. As I opened my eyes and got accustomed to my whereabouts, I knew then that I was not dreaming; Anne was indeed sucking my rigid cock again.

"Good morning lover-boy!" she smiled. "Are you ready to have some more fun? I have been so hot all night, just waiting for you to wake up and make love to me again" she added.

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, and then she grabbed me and pulled me closer to her. It did not take me long to get the hint, and soon I was between her legs and my cock was slowly entering her already dripping pussy. As I sank to her depth she wrapped her legs high up around my back and pulled me deeper into her. I at first had trouble adjusting to this, but soon I was puling out and re-entering her in a steady fashion. The more I pumped into her, the more she raised herself to meet my thrusts.

As I had cum twice the night before, and my bladder was full, I felt as though I could continue this all week long and not lose my load. I pounded harder and harder into her for a few moments more, before she told me to stop. I had no idea what I had done wrong until she again spoke and told me she wanted to change positions. She pushed me off her and she turned away from me, and lowering her head onto a pillow, she told me to take her from behind. I had seen this done in a porno once, and I certainly was keen to try it myself.

I placed my knees between her legs, took my cock and pushed it into the opening, and soon I was deep inside of her again. I grabbed her hips and soon I was pounding away for my life, and she was pushing her arse back to meet my every thrust. I was soon proved wrong with my beliefs, as my balls again tightened and I felt the sudden rush of my hot sperm hurrying to enter her womb. We both collapsed and almost dozed off, but a few minutes later the alarm went off, so she said we had better shower and get ready for the day ahead.

She told me to have the first shower, so I went to the bathroom. After a minute or so she also came in and got in the shower with me and began to kiss me as she grabbed the soap from me and began to wash my body. Slowly but surely she attended to every part of my body, and when she was finished she got down on her knees and took a hold of my cock.

"I must make sure that down here is all clean. Don't want to leave any sticky bits to annoy you all day, do we?" she grinned.

She took my cock into her mouth and soon she had sucked it back into life. My hands were on her head and playing with her hair as she sucked harder and harder. As soon as she had it has hard as she could, she stood up and wrapped a leg around my hip and she put her arms around my neck. I was not expecting her next movement as she somehow pushed her weight onto me and made me fall back against the wall, and as she did this she raised her other leg around my hip as well. She removed one of her hands and felt downwards until she had my cock, and she then raised it to meet her pussy.

"Cliff, fuck me again please, I need it sooo bad!" she cried.

I placed my hands down and under her arse and soon I had the motions right and I was raising and lowering her pussy on my cock. It was a new sensation, and a nice one, but also my legs were beginning to weaken. As I felt them give out a little, I let myself slide down the wall until I was sitting and she was stil implailed on my cock. I let her arse down onto the floor and as soon as she was safely there, I re-entered her and was soon pumping into her wildly. Again, it did not take me long before my sperm was shooting deep inside of her. We again washed ourselves and it was then time for us to get the workday started.

I opened the business and she went about cleaning the apartment, and at 4pm her son was taking over for the night shift. As neither of us had to work that night, she suggested we go out for a meal and a few drinks at one of the other pubs in town. As we were getting ready to go out, she could not keep her hands off me, and that had me worried. What would people think if they saw us carrying on like this around the town? But I was worrying for nothing. All the time we were out she acted as the 'proper' wife and businessperson. Not once giving any hint of what we had been up to.

We arrived back at the apartment around midnight, and as soon as we entered the bedroom she was at me like a tiger attacking its prey. My clothes were quickly on the floor and she was pushing me down onto bed.

"I have been waiting all day for you Cliff, and now you are all mine!" she growled as her mouth devoured my cock.

That night we had sex in so many different positions, and some of them I had not even known were possible. Each time I was able to hold off a bit longer before Cumming into her mouth or pussy. The last time was around 5am again, but this time when she got on her hands and knees, as I started to enter her pussy she called out to me.

"No Cliff, not that hole! I want you to fuck my arse!" she said.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked in a shocked voice.

"Fuck me in my arse Cliff! Barry is too big for me there, but your cock should fit just nicely" she mewed.

Being a good learner, and not wanting to disobey the 'boss' I gently prodded my cock at her little brown opening, and after a few instructions from her, I was soon entering her tightest hole. It was slow at first as she was so tight and not very moist, but soon we had a rhythm going and I was pumping my cock into her bowels. After almost 30 minutes of this I finally felt myself begin, and soon I spewed my hot sperm where I had never imagined it would ever go.

Four days later Anne was in the car and heading back to her family, and later that night Barry arrived back, just as we were closing. After the last customer was gone, we locked up and he asked if I wanted to have a drink with him. I knew that he had given me permission to fuck his wife, but I was still worried about what he would think, or say, if he knew how many times, and how many holes I had fucked.

"You look like the cat that stole the cream, Cliff!" he blurted out. "I guess Anne gave you a good innings during the week. Did you enjoy it as much as I think she did? You know I have not seen her this happy in years; you must be quite the little stud in the bedroom to make her that happy!" he added.

I did not know how to answer him, so I just smiled and said that I was happy that I was able to please her, and appreciated his trust in letting me spend time with her. My life had taken a complete turn since losing my previous job, and at 19 years of age, to be able to please a married woman of 46, and have her husband's permission; I was the luckiest guy on the earth.

"Anne wanted to ask me what your feelings are about me joining you both the next time she is here. So, how do you feel Cliff, think you can handle me seeing you fuck my wife?" he me asked directly.

"Ummm, I, ummmm, well I guess if that is what Anne wants, Barry. Sure, why not if you think it is OK?" I answered him. "But, ummm, Barry, are you talking about us just fucking her, or just me?" I added.

"Well that is all up to Anne, Cliff. I know she would like to have both of us at once, and that is not a problem to me. Is it a problem for you Cliff?" he asked.

"ummm, no, I don't think so Barry" I replied.

"That's good cliff, then it's set, next time Anne comes up here I wont go back til the next morning. We can have an early night and enjoy whatever happens" he sadi with a cheeky grin on his face. "By the way cliff, have you ever had another guy suck your cock?" he added as he laughed.

"What! You are not suggesting what I think you are Barry?" I gulped.

"Well you never knw Cliff. You never know what other fantasies Anne is liable to want to act out. Anything i