Letters To Abigail - Jane's Confession free porn video

Hello Abigail,

Sorry for not writing sooner but things have been a bit hectic the last few weeks, what with Matty and Teresa's wedding. It was lovely to see you and the kids. Mom and dad were looking well, so moving out to the farm with you and Bob obviously agrees. Certainly better than an old folk's home.

The house feels empty with Matty and Teresa on their honeymoon. Mind you; I don't think he or any of the other hotel’s guests will be getting much rest if what I saw at the bachelorette party is anything to go by. Abi, I love Teresa like my own daughter, but after seeing what she did to those two strippers, I can't help wondering if I should congratulate or commiserate with him. I never did get round to telling you what happened, did I?

Well, grab a cup of coffee and sit back and relax. It all started innocently enough the weekend before the wedding.

*

“Andrea, I want you to come to my hen party. Thursday evening, eight o’clock, okay? Matty's having his stag do so Nikki and Janine have decided to give me a bash.”

I stared in stunned silence at my future daughter-in-law. Making my world-famous impression of a goldfish on speed, I asked if she was sure.

“Duh,“ she replied, giving me a puzzled, 'Why not?' look.

Anyway, after I put up token resistance, she convinced me to go, saying I shouldn't miss the chance for a fun evening out with the girls. Only when I'd finally consented did she then let slip that her mom and Auntie Deborah were going as well. Her eyes twinkled mischievously at my reaction but, because I was unable to think of a plausible excuse to back out, I smiled sourly at being outwitted.

Four days later, as the taxi pulled away from the curb, I looked up at the building’s third-floor window and saw lights shining inside the apartment owned by Teresa's bubbly, blonde best friend, Janine Smulders. She and her dark-haired flatmate, Nikki were going to be bridesmaids. Apprehensive because I was quite late, I seriously considered going back home but I’d had given my word, and I wasn't going to break it.

Climbing the stairs to the front door, my sense of foreboding grew. I’d seen the black BMW X5, complete with tinted windows and a personalised number plate, parked outside the building, and with a heavy heart, realised Teresa's mother, Anne, and Auntie Deborah were already there. Sighing deeply, I wondered for the umpteenth time how Teresa had tricked me into spending an evening in their company.

We’ve known each other since school, and even then they used to rub me up the wrong way. Don't get me wrong; they’re dependable, upstanding and generous; all commendable traits if it wasn’t for the annoying self-righteousness they displayed.  Despite this, they've become real pillars of the community; just a shame they're so obsessed with material wealth.

That said, their businesses have grown into local institutions, and I know they donate a lot of time and money to charity: such a pity they only do it to advance their social standing. I know that sounds bitchy, but it's the truth.

Resignedly, I pressed the intercom button and waited. Seeing my reflection in the plate-glass doors, I took the chance to give myself a last-minute once over. I might not be as wealthy or socially inclined as Matty's future in-laws, but I do pride myself on how I look.

Despite fast approaching my half-century, nature has blessed me with good skin and a beautiful figure and, with some help from the sports school, I’ve done my best to keep myself in shape. Compliments on how good I look for someone nearing forty, always bring a smile to my face, especially when I explain that I've long since passed that post.

Years ago I bought a sugar-coloured dress for my sister’s engagement party and, although it was outrageously expensive and quite controversial, it’s stood the test of time and still looks good on me. I especially like the way the neckline hangs off my shoulders and plunges towards my boobs, displaying a good portion of bare skin. Like Mum always said, “If you've got it, flaunt it.”

Of course, nowadays, being older and supposedly more mature, one should wear a bra, but I quite like going commando, it makes me feel alive. It's the same with the hemline. It's quite short, and the thigh-high split can become very risque in certain situations. Of course, the fantastic Linscott scrolled pumps my sister bought me for a birthday present, really bring out the best of my toned legs. And my recent holiday in Greece had done wonders for my tan.

All in all, I don’t mind admitting I was pleased with the way I looked. As I fluffed my hair a little, I couldn’t help feeling a little nostalgic for the days when I was young, free and single. A simple leather and platinum necklace/bracelet combination complimented my outfit and, after another reassuring glance at my reflection, I found myself waiting impatiently for the door to open.

Eventually, the security speaker exploded into life and, amid all the giggling, I could hear sounds of a party in the background which elicited another silent curse for my tardiness. After playfully asking who I was and what I wanted, Janine finally granted me admission. As the buzzer from the entry system droned on behind me, I moved towards the elevator and had to wait for it to arrive. Standing alone in the hallway, I felt a tight knot of excitement growing in my stomach. Maybe it was my ‘infamous sixth sense’, but I had a strange feeling about this evening.

Janine, friendly as ever, gave me a big hug and once more I was awed by her looks. She's very tall, almost reaching six feet, and being a sports instructor at the Spa, you know it’s all muscle. There isn’t an ounce of fat on that girl, but because I'm so used to seeing her in sweats and tee shirts, I almost didn't recognize her dressed to the nines. She looked stunning, and I immediately felt like a country bumpkin in comparison.

The black dress she wore was chosen to show off her magnificent body and, combined with her long blonde hair hanging in a loose permanent and her attractive impish face; she oozed sex. Watching her move, I guessed there weren't many men who could resist her charms.

Having picked up a glass of wine in the kitchen, Janine led me through to the lounge where everyone was enjoying the party. At first sight, every seat in the house was taken, making me wonder where I could park my bum. That's when Teresa jumped up and rushed over to greet me. She gave me my second hug of the evening, but this was very different from the first. Teresa held me with unexpected intensity, and as I recovered from the shock, I heard her whisper how glad she was to see me.

I mentally counted everyone present and was surprised to see that, including me, there were only eight of us. Teresa, remembering where she was, broke off her hug and started introducing me to everyone. Not that it did much good: I'd forgotten their names almost as soon as I heard them, but that didn't spoil the fun. Gillian and Jane, the two I'd never met before, readily forgave me when I confessed my sin.

After squeezing myself between Teresa and Auntie Debs, the sound of women chatting freely, drinking wine and generally kicking loose, soon filled the room. I was busy doing what I do best: watching the interactions. Not overtly, of course, but surreptitiously while feigning interest in something Deborah was discussing. As we consumed more and more alcohol, the chatter became more animated, and the mood evolved into one of cosy fun. Then, something happened that unexpectedly changed the character of the party.

During a lull in the various conversations, Jane, who was chatting intimately with her friend Gillian, was heard by everyone saying, “He only goes down on me when he’s drunk…”

The words died on Jane's lips as she realized everyone had heard her outburst. In the ensuing silence, one could have heard a pin drop. It was easy to see she wasn’t happy at suddenly becoming the centre of attention, but there wasn’t much she could do about it, and her unease manifested itself in the way she blushed and began apologizing. Unfortunately, she had piqued the curiosity of too many people and, like a wounded prey facing a pack of hungry predators, she knew the inevitable outcome of her faux pas. The uneasy silence barely lasted a couple of seconds before Nikki spoke.

“Come on, Jane, what were you two randy bitches talking about, and don’t try and palm us off with some crappy bullshit?” she said, smiling wickedly and waving her finger at them like a stern schoolmistress. “We all heard what you said,” her eyebrows arched knowingly, “so don’t try and change the subject,” she added, her brilliant smile challenging Jane. “I’ll see it in your eyes.”

“Who me?” Jane replied, her whole demeanour trying to proclaim innocence but failing miserably because of her raucous sniggering. This acting caused everyone else to laugh uninhibitedly, including Teresa and Janine, despite their cautious sideways glances at us ‘Older ladies.’ They needn't have worried. Deborah was happily getting sloshed, and Anne just raised her perfectly made-up eyebrows. Me? I couldn’t wait to hear what Jane had to say.

“Well,” Gillian said hesitantly and looked at Jane for approval, “we were discussing whether sex gets better or worse once you're married."

“Oh darlings,” Deborah blurted out loudly, “take it from me... once you’ve got a ring on your finger, the useless bastards immediately lose interest,” she said, wagging her finger at nobody in particular. “All they're interested in is watching football, going out with the lads and getting drunk. God, you’ll be damned lucky if you get it once a month.”

She sullenly emptied her wine glass before continuing. “And the worse thing is having gotten you chained to the kitchen worktop; they’ll chase anything wearing a short skirt leaving you high and dry, and horny as a bitch in heat. And complaining doesn't work either.” She burped loudly and looked at her empty glass in disgust.

Although everybody was slightly embarrassed at this outburst, Deborah hadn't notice, so wrapped up was she in her misery. I saw a few discreet smiles and, because I know she doesn’t approve of me, I decided to play devil’s advocate.

“Oh, I don’t know Debs, some of the best sex I've ever had has been with married men,” I replied, keeping my tone casual while doing my best to keep a straight face.

The silence was deafening, and the look Deborah gave me was pure poison. However, before she could think of something insulting to say, Nikki shrieked, amid fits of laughter, “And you weren't married to any of them, were you?" 

Now the whole room reverberated with laughter, but Debs was still looking daggers at me, so I decided to twist the knife. 

“Mind you; I don't think I've ever had Stuart, I'm probably not a big enough woman for him.” My eyes sparkled like diamonds as Deborah threw me another nasty smile, while smothered smirks and sniggers continued around us.

Gillian, trying to diffuse the growing tension, turned to me, her expression a combination of interest and mischief. “What was your best sex then, Andrea?”

I almost sprayed the room with the mouthful of wine I had just drunk, and dismissively waved my hand while recovering from my shock. “Oh no,” I spluttered, “you don’t want to hear about my boring sex life. What I said was meant as a joke,” I continued, trying unsuccessfully to scramble out of the hole I'd dug. “My life’s not very exciting. I’m sure you," and I gestured towards her, "all have much more exciting sex lives than I do.”

“Oh come on, Andrea,” snorted Deborah sensing her moment. “Are you trying to convince us that you’re a little goody-two-shoes nowadays and all the gossip and rumours about you are completely unfounded? Because, quite honestly, if you are…” she eyed me challengingly, “I, for one, don’t believe you.”

I swallowed hard. 

Although I expected some reprisal for my earlier remarks, this was beginning to get personal. Despite having drunk quite a lot, Deborah knew what she was saying and seemed to be spoiling for a fight. If it had been just the two of us, I’m pretty sure that's what would have happened, but although I wanted to give her a good slapping, that really would have ruined the party.

“I’ll tell you something else my dear...” she said pointing her finger at me accusingly, “when you parade yourself as you do…” and I immediately regretted not following my first instinct, “men can’t help themselves. They practically fall at your feet, don’t they? So don't sit there and bullshit us about how boring your sex life is. I mean, except for Nikki and Janine here, and they've got youth on their side, you don't even have to try like the rest of us, do you?”

I was stunned by her outburst, but she hadn’t finished. “I mean… look at what you're wearing for fuck's sake-” she trailed off wistfully.

I saw the two younger women looking embarrassed, and felt aggrieved that Deborah had intentionally dragged them into this personal feud. Not wanting to get involved in a slanging match, and desperate to dispel the uneasy atmosphere that had developed, I suggested it might be fun to let Jane finish her tale.

Even though everyone knew I was dodging the issue, this suggestion received enthusiastic nods from most of the party, including Jane. However, just as she was about to speak, Nikki raised her hands and demanded everyone’s attention.

“Now then Jane, before you start, we want to hear everything. None of this, I met a bloke in a bar, and we hit it off, blah, blah blah.” Her eyes sparkled dangerously. “We want…” and she ticked off on her fingers, keeping track of her stipulations, “to know what happened, with whom and where.” She grinned sadistically. “Plus, was he…” her eyes widened as she realized she'd been remiss with her thoughts, “or she… good with their tongue?”

There were a few scandalized gasps at her last comment, but that didn’t bother her. “How big were the cock or cocks, whatever the case may be, and most importantly…” Nikki looked at the expectant faces watching her, waiting for her final demand, “how many times you came.”

“Okay, okay,” said Jane, nodding her head thoughtfully, “but I'm not the only one who's going to confess their sins tonight. Everybody has to do it.” Our gazes met, “Including you.”

“Alright, ladies,” shouted Janine above the shrieks of laughter reverberating around the room. “Let’s get serious for a moment.” She looked sternly at Anne and Deborah, who were shaking their heads while conferring in hushed tones.

“Ladies!” Both women shut up instantly when they saw Janine was talking to them. “This is supposed to be a fun evening, without recriminations. So what’s said here tonight stays here. Okay?”

She looked around the room earnestly, her penetrating gaze giving more meaning to the unsaid. Heads began nodding, slowly at first but, as everyone realized Janine was making sense, with more enthusiasm.

One person who wasn't happy about this turn of events was Anne Wilde. I noticed she was looking pensive, but I had no idea why. Teresa also noticed her mom's hesitancy but, instead of ignoring it, she put Anne on the spot and inadvertently made it impossible for her to refuse. “Well I’m game, and I know you are, aren’t you, Mom?”

It was so funny watching the mental struggle going on in her head, but to give, Anne credit, she drained her glass, held it up for a refill and mumbled, “Oh what the hell!”

“And what about you, Auntie Debs,” Teresa asked sweetly, her eyes glinting with mirth. This tease was a mischievous side I’d never seen of my daughter-in-law to be, and I liked what I saw. After hearing Anne’s capitulation, Deborah couldn’t do anything else but agree. Satisfied everyone was on the same page, Teresa asked Jane to finish her story.

Jane smirked. “Well,” she said and looked thoughtful, “I won't finish what we were talking about because it wasn't that inspiring anyway…”

Teresa started to object, but Nikki stopped her in her tracks. “Shut up, Teresa. Let Jane carrying on.” Her tone had an authoritative edge, and Teresa bowed her head apologetically.

“So, as I was saying before being interrupted,” resumed Jane, “what we were talking about wasn't very exciting or outrageous for that matter, but there is something I could tell you, and that fits the bill. Mind you; I don’t know if I should,” she said, looking pensive for a moment. She took a sip of wine and, as if finally coming to a decision, lowered her glass and smiled.

“Okay Peeps, but this must go no further... Right?”

She looked meaningfully around the room, conveying the concern she felt at what she was about to disclose. We all dutifully nodded our heads and held our breath.

“Now, I've never told this to anyone because if Terry finds out, he'll kill me... And his kid brother.”

There was a momentary silence as her words registered, but it didn't last long. Immediate outbursts of exclamation, anger, and curiosity filled the air.

"What are you saying? Did you shag your brother-in-law?” demanded Janine, smothering her disbelief with laughter. Jane said nothing as she nodded.

"You didn’t?" shrieked Gillian in shock.

“Worse,” replied Jane, looking directly at Janine.

“What's worse than having fucked your husband's brother?” asked Nikki.

“Well, for one thing, he paid me… and for another; we're still doing it.”

That absolutely set the cat among the pigeons.

“So, you’re having an affair then?” asked Anne, her confusion apparent.

“No, of course not,” denied Jane but finally conceding the point when Teresa pointedly asked if she was still shagging her brother-in-law.

“Well, when you put it like that, I suppose I am,” she admitted pensively. “But it’s not like I planned it. It just-”

“Don’t say it,” laughed Nikki harshly, “it just happened.”

“Something like that,” mumbled Jane wincing at Nikki’s raw sarcasm.

“Come on, you filthy adulterer, stop whining and tell us all about it,” demanded Janine, her eyes twinkling.

“Hmm. Well, to start with, it wasn't planned, and he only paid me the one time, although I’ll admit, it was the easiest and most enjoyable hundred quid I've ever earned,” Jane said her voice tinged with embarrassment. “But why am I still shagging him? Well, that's easy; he’s a much better fuck than his brother.”

“What are you like, girl?” Gillian looked at her friend as if she were a stranger.

“Shut up, Gilly,” said Nikki. “Good for you, Jane. Nice to see a skank being honest about what she wants from her lovers.”

“You can hardly class Terry as one of her lovers, he's her husband for fuck’s sake,” argued Gillian still bristling at Nikki’s rebuke. We ignored the outburst and waited for Jane to continue.

”Yea, where to start?” replied Jane, drumming her fingers on her bottom lip.

“At the beginning, you dirty little bitch,” squawked Teresa excitedly.

“Okay, okay,” Jane said, raising her hands in submission. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Now, let’s get the 'when' out of the way first.”

As she talked, a calmness enveloped her, as if finally being able to confess was lifting a weight off her shoulders. “The first time was about six or seven months ago when Terry came down with the flu. You remember, Gilly we'd made plans to go to the football. You, me, Terry and Robbie. The big match last season.”

Gillian suddenly grinned as she recalled the occasion. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Although you cancelled, we still went to St. Mary’s. It was one great big party in the stands. Funny,” she mused, “after Saints scored the winning goal, and we were all celebrating reaching Europe, I couldn't help feeling sorry for you.” Jane regarded her girlfriend quizzically, and Gillian continued. “You know, sitting at home with a sick husband. It seems like my concern was misplaced. It looks like the Saints weren't the only ones to score that evening.”

“Whatever,” Jane continued, obviously irritated by Gillian’s apparent self-righteousness. “Terry was in bed, all snotty and bunged up and, like most men when they're ill, feeling incredibly sorry for himself. So, after giving him some aspirins, rubbing Vick into his chest and turning on the television so he could watch the footy, I decided to have a nice long soak in the bath. Scented candles, a good book and not just a glass but an entire bottle of red. You know, the whole kit and caboodle.”

She smiled wistfully. “And I’ll tell you this, Peeps; it was heavenly. A couple of hours without having to worry about anyone else except me. Anyway, after my bath, I went downstairs, plopped down on the couch and continued pampering myself. Although I’d missed the game, I switched on the television to see the result and was doing my nails while listening to the pundits giving their professional opinion when the effing doorbell disturbed my mellow.”

Jane swallowed the last of her wine and held her empty glass towards our host. “Sweetie, I'm empty.” While Janine busied herself replenishing drinks, Jane continued, “Turns out it was Adam, Terry's youngest brother, at the door. He was so deliriously happy about the Saint’s victory; he came over to celebrate it with his brother. So, after giving me a ‘Hi Sis,’ and a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, he barged past me and stormed off upstairs.”

“What happened next,” asked Teresa impatiently. I could feel her fidgeting beside me, and it was apparent Jane’s tale of deceit and adultery was intriguing her. Jane took her refreshed glass from Janine and sipped her wine, her smile secretive.

“Well, considering the front door was wide open and all I had to protect my modesty was one of Terry's football shirts and a pair of skimpy undies, I decided not to hang around and went back to the couch. Imagine the scandal if the neighbours had seen me like that.” She grinned impishly at Teresa, who was expecting to hear something else and was staring at her friend in exasperation. Jane tried keeping an innocent expression on her pretty face but failed.

“Alright Teresa, keep your hair on, I'm getting there, and I promise you it's worth the wait. So, there I was, watching the Graham Norton show which had just started when Adam came back downstairs. I thought he’d leave, but after getting a beer from the kitchen, he came and sat next to me.”

“And you didn't mind, even though you were practically half-naked?” asked Anne, her eyes as big as saucers.

“Well, to tell you the truth, I didn’t think about it at the time,” Jane replied honestly, “which I could blame on the booze.” She looked at her glass of wine and after a moment's retrospect sighed. “Still, if I had minded, I wouldn’t have anything interesting to tell now, would I?” Then she shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "What’s done is done."

“Are you ever going to get to the raunchy bits?” moaned Teresa.

“Patience, darling, we’re getting there. Okay, there we were, enjoying the TV show when Cheryl Cole came on. Graham Norton started on about her famous tattoo and, of course, we all had to look at a photo of the bloody thing. Anyway, much to my surprise, Adam found it fantastic.”

“Oh come on, Jane, it’s not that bad,” argued Janine.

Jane shook her head. “At first, I wasn't sure whether it was the tattoo he liked or Cheryl’s arse. Well, what you could see of it, considering it's completely covered. I couldn’t believe my ears when Adam started salivating over her tattoo, and that's when I stupidly said mine was much better. First of all, he didn’t believe me, but when I insisted they were, he dared me to show them. Normally I would have told him to take a hike, but the demon drink had gotten hold of me.”

She grinned sheepishly.

“And he'd irritated the hell out of me with his childish dare, so I said, ‘If you want to see them, let's see the colour of your money.’ When he agreed I thought he was bluffing, especially when the cheeky git offered only a couple of quid.”

“More than I would have paid," said Nikki with cruel sarcasm. "But why didn't you just show him your tatts?"

“Because they’re on her tits and fanny,” giggled Gillian.

“Exactly,” exclaimed Jane. “But he kept whining on and on and, in the end, I couldn’t stand it anymore. So, after he offered me ten quid, I relented. However, a football shirt isn’t the handiest thing to wear when you've agreed to let someone see your chest tattoo. I was in a bit of a fix.”

It took me a moment to realize what she was talking about, but when the penny dropped, I was all ears.

“After he pulled a tenner from his pocket, I removed my arms from the sleeves and placed my hands over my breasts. I told him if he wanted to see the tattoo, he’d have to remove my top himself.”

“I bet he was all over you,” said Teresa, mirroring my thoughts.

“You would have thought so,” replied Jane, the surprise evident in her voice. “But, Adam was all hesitant, like he didn’t believe me, and it was after he saw I wasn’t joking that he finally stepped towards me. I saw him reach for my top and remember wondering what the hell was going on when everything stayed black longer than I’d anticipated. Then the next thing I knew, I was sitting on the couch in just my knickers with Adam standing in front of me holding the shirt triumphantly.”

She placed her hands under her ample bosom and lifted them suggestively, giggling contagiously. “And my young brother-in-law couldn't take his eyes off these.”

“Could he see anything?” Anne asked with a shocked expression.

“Nah,” Jane sniggered. “My hands covered the most important bits. Honestly, he couldn't even see my tattoo, which considering he'd paid a tenner for the privilege, was a bit out of order.” She said smugly. “So there he was, staring at my tits, impatiently waiting for me to reveal my little birdie.”

“Your what?” asked Deborah frowning.

Instead of answering, Jane unbuttoned her blouse and displayed her tattoo. It was an image of a hummingbird, partly obscured by her bra until she quickly rectified that. When the whole thing was visible, it was clear to everyone that the image wasn't a cute fluffy type of bird, it was a futuristic robot sort. In its beak was a key and chain with a heart inscribed with the word Terry. Although the meaning was obvious, in the light of her story, it was also a touch ironic.

“How old was Terry’s brother when this happened?” enquired Janine with growing interest.

“Hmm, he’s seven years younger than Terry and five years younger than me.” Jane did the mental arithmetic. “So, when this happened, he’d have been nineteen, I think.”

“So, you dirty little scrubber,” whooped Janine. “You’re his MILF fantasy.”

“What are you like, Janine?” retorted Jane between giggles. Then she looked pensive. “Suppose I am, aren't I? Fuck, who would have thought it? Me, someone's MILF fantasy. Ah well. Where was I? Oh yeah, so he’s studying my birdie when out of the blue he says, ‘You’ve got lovely tits, Jane. Can I see them for real?’.”

“No fucking way,” exclaimed Janine.

Jane nodded her head, vigorously. “He did, and when I said ‘no,’ he offered me another tenner.”

“Cheeky fucking bastard,” said Nikki indignantly. “He's lucky you're so cheap; I would have made him pay much more.”

“So what did you do?” asked Teresa, her cheeks flushed as she waited for an answer.

“Well, there wasn't much I could do. Adam was holding my shirt and, even if he wasn't, how could I put it back on without revealing what he wanted to see? I didn't have a choice, did I? Not that I cared at that point. The wine had loosened my inhibitions, and I was feeling quite randy. However, I wasn’t going to show him the goods without first seeing some cash.” Jane giggled at the memory. “Within seconds the dosh was lying there, next to the other tenner and that's when I removed my hands.”

Around the room, there were gasps of disbelief and some sniggering, but there was not one person in the room, including myself, that couldn't wait to hear the rest of the story.

“Okay, flashing your tits things is one thing but shagging your brother-in-law is quite another. Or am I just being picky?” asked Janine.

“I’m getting to that, but if you keep interrupting me, it's gonna be a long night."

Jane’s sarcasm silenced Janine, and our host mouthed a well-intended ‘sorry’ while miming she was zipping her lip.

“There he was, getting a good eyeful when I noticed him hungrily licking his lips. That’s when it dawned on me that things could get out of hand.”

“Ya think!” exclaimed Nikki.

“And I was about to ask for my shirt,” Jane continued, ignoring Nikki, “when, quick as a flash, Adam produced a twenty-pound note and asked if he could touch them.”

She looked around the room and saw all of us watching her, like kids delighted by the latest Disney film, sitting there with bated breath.

“What's up Peeps, no-one got anything to say?” she demanded sarcastically. Collectively we shook our heads and waited for her to continue. “Now, as you might have guessed, I realized things had gone too far but, on the other hand, I was getting quite turned on by his attention and wondered if he dared to go through with it. It turned out he did.”

“God, you're such a slut," said Gillian cattily. Jane let the remark fly and looked at her girlfriend with affection.

“Look, sorry Gill, for not being a perfect wife like you are, but you weren’t there, and I was. I know what happened shouldn’t have, and what I was doing was wrong, but it did, and although I still feel guilty about it, I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Now shut up and deal with it.”

Despite Jane’s sweet smile, Gillian looked abashed by her friend's outburst. Jane, for her part, took another sip of wine and continued her story.

“Looking at the cash lying there, I knew I couldn’t back down. So I sat up straight, arched my back and thrust my tits forward.” While talking, Jane demonstrated what she’d done, and I must admit her chest did look impressive. “Then I removed my hands and said, ‘Be my guest.’ I still didn’t think he’d do it but, sure enough, he reached out and cupped my girlies and began squeezing. His hands were big and strong, and as he caressed me, I was surprised how good it felt. Mind you; I wasn’t the only one enjoying themselves because in front of my eyes, a bulge formed in his trousers. What’s more, the longer he played with me, the more prominent his bulge became."

"How big was it?" asked Teresa, her words spilling out uncontrollably.

"When I say big, I mean big,” Jane replied, holding her hands apart. “It must have been a good eight inches. I couldn’t believe my eyes, to be honest. But, as my brain registered what I was seeing, I was also becoming aware of the delicious sensations coursing through my body, emanating from my breasts. Adam was tweaking my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and although he didn’t know it, that's guaranteed to get me creaming my knickers.”

“He was that good?” asked Janine, her face flushed and the palms of her hands pressed together between her knees.

“He was,” Jane reassured us. “He was that fucking good; my body responded automatically. My nipples were like diamonds and between my legs, well, let's just say it was getting very hot and sticky and keep it at that.” A hand fluttered in front of her face as if it was one of those oriental fans. “My original plan was to let him cop a quick feel and then call a halt to his intentions, but that was out of the window because I was enjoying it so much. To tell the truth, he was so bloody good, I began moaning and completely forgot about stopping him. In fact, it was Adam who broke the spell, and almost reduced me to tears in the process."

“How?” asked Teresa breathlessly.

“By removing his effing hands, you stupid bitch!”

“Why did he do that?” asked Janine, Nikki, and Gillian in unison.

“To grab more dosh from his pockets,” Jane said amid peals of laughter. One or two uncomprehending glances followed Jane's smirking statement. 

“He wanted me to wank his dick and was reaching for his wallet.”

“And did you?” Although Nikki and Gillian’s voices were the loudest, it was the question on everybody’s lips. Jane’s head bobbed up and down enthusiastically.

“That and a lot more,” she said, winking saucily. “Although I saw another twenty quid land on the table, I wasn’t concerned with the money now. I couldn’t take my eyes off his bulge, and I was dying to see what he was packing. So, even though I knew it was wrong…” she paused, teasing us, “I agreed.”

Jane sounded a little embarrassed, but her eyes sparkled. "I won't lie," she said in a hushed tone, "the adrenaline was racing through my body, and my hands were trembling with excitement as I reached for his belt buckle.”

After another pause, Jane’s eyes opened wide as she remembered what happened. ”It was so big,” she confided in awe, “really huge. With his jeans around his thighs, his boxers were stretched to the limit as his erection reached out towards me. After running my fingers along his entire length, I couldn’t wait any longer and hooked my fingers in the waistband and released it from captivity. It sprung towards me, and I had to stop it hitting me in the face. For the first time since marrying Terry, I had another man’s prick in my hand and, when I pulled the foreskin back, the knob was all wet and shiny.”

Jane looked at her eager audience and smiled. “That’s when I decided I wanted to taste him. Without any fuss, I quietly said, ‘For another twenty quid, I’ll give you the best and messiest blowjob you've ever had in your life.’ However, before he could answer, I flicked out my tongue and licked him.”

“What did he taste like?” Janine asked, swept up in this story.

“Delicious. Exactly as I expected.” Jane beamed from ear to ear. “Mind you, when I tried swallowing him, it was more painful than I’d expected, he was so big, it stretched my jaw.” She raised her wine glass and winked at me. “Mind you; it wasn't the only big thing hidden in his boxers… his balls… I could barely hold them in my hand. Didn’t stop me having a good suck on them, though.”

“Been there, done that,” I said knowingly and received a few giggles.

Jane continued, “Within seconds he was forcing his prick way down my throat, which was something new for me, and took some getting used to. Not that Adam gave a fuck. He just kept thrusting his hips forward. Before I realized what was happening, my mouth was full of throbbing meat, and I felt his pubic hair, all prickly against my lips. Just as it began to get uncomfortable, he withdrew his prick from my mouth, slapped it masterfully against my cheek before shoving it down my throat again. It was easier the second time and, after the third time, well, I was so used to it, I wondered why I hadn't done it before. Adam must have noticed the difference because it didn't take him long to grab hold of my hair and give me a fucking, good and proper.”

“I’m sorry,” said Teresa’s mom, interrupted, sounding a little confused. “I thought you were giving him a blowjob, not fucking him.” She looked around at Deborah and me to see if she wasn’t the only one, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself laughing at her naivety. While Anne kept asking what the matter was, the youngsters, not showing the same restraint as me, openly smiled at her.

“Mom,” Teresa explained indulgently, “what Jane means is that Adam began fucking her face, you know like he’d fuck her normally only now he was using her mouth instead of her...”

“Oh, I see,” exclaimed Anne, her cheeks flushing a bright red as she comprehended Teresa's words. Then she looked at Jane, with an intensity I'd never seen in her before. “Do you like it?”

“What?” our storyteller demanded, caught unawares by Anne's inquiry.

“Do you like getting your mouth…” she paused, having difficulty getting the word out, “fucked.”

Jane almost choked on her wine and took her time to recover. “Yes, I do. Or at least I do when Adam does it. Never done it with Terry. He wouldn't know how o, bloody ignoramus.” Then she paused for thought. “Nah, that's not it, he’s too gentlemanly and wouldn't want to demean me. Adam, on the other hand, doesn’t care. He knows I'm a slut and treats me like one.” She shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

“Oh! Hmm, sounds like fun. Maybe I ought to try it some time,” said Anne, a matter of factly.

Teresa almost choked on her drink. “Mom!”

“What? If it’s as good as Jane makes it sound, why shouldn’t I try it? Right, Andrea?”

I sat there, dumbstruck. Staring straight at Anne, I wondered why I always got dragged into these sort of conversations but eventually nodded my head. “On the whole, I'd have to agree with Jane,” I said casually. “Although I have no personal knowledge of how Adam would fuck my mouth; if he’s game, then so am I.”

Jane burst out laughing and threw me a saucy wink.

“So what happened next?” demanded Teresa, keen to draw attention away from her mother's sexual bucket list.

“So, there I was, getting a good face fucking,” and she looked pointedly at Anne, “when Adam's moaning and groaning grew louder and more intense. Well, you can guess what’s coming.”

“Adam,” screamed the younger women in chorus, amid peals of raucous laughter.

“Exactly, and knowing he was on edge, I decided to misbehave.”

“Like having your brother-in-law’s prick in your mouth wasn’t being bad enough,” sniggered Gillian. As laughter filled the room, Jane nodded her head.

“Okay, I get it. You're not supposed to give your brother-in-law a blowjob, but that's not what I meant. I wanted to do something really out of character, do something nasty; you know, like some porno slut on the internet. What? I don’t know why, okay, I do, but I'm not sure," She hesitated before going on. "Oh, what the hell. It’s a confession, right?”

Everyone nodded.

“How can I put it without sounding like some depraved sex maniac?” she continued, drumming her fingers on her chin. “Sex with Terry is quite boring. Every Sunday morning. Spread 'em, lie back and think of England. Weekdays are an absolute no-no because he has to get up for work in the morning. As if I don’t,” she added sarcastically. “And that’s it. To cut a long story short, I was fed up. I couldn't believe this was all life had to offer. So, having gotten myself into this predicament, I decided to make the most of it.”

A couple of heads nodded and then Deborah, lounging next to Teresa, spoke up. “What does that entail exactly?” she asked drunkenly, sipping her whiskey. “You know, what you said about becoming a nasty porno slut.”

Grinning hugely, Jane enlightened her. 

“Well, Deb, after I stopped sucking his cock I started wanking him furiously, pointing his prick towards my tits and saying things like, ‘Cum all over me’, ’Shoot your load over your slutty sister-in-law’, and ‘Let me taste your spunk’. Judging by his reaction, it was apparent he liked what I was doing because he started copying me, telling me he was going to fuck the arse off me, make me beg for more, all that sort of thing. And d'you know what?"

“Do tell,” gushed Teresa.

“Turns out I like talking dirty and acting like a whore. It makes me feel good, and it was definitely working for Adam because, within seconds, he began grunting real loud like and then his prick expanded in my hand. The next thing I knew, a long, thick wad of cum hit me right here," she pointed to her eyebrows, right down to," and patting her cleavage, "here." Loud gasps greeted Jane’s show stopper, and there was a look of satisfaction on her face at the shocked expressions staring at her.

“Before I could do anything about it, another stream splattered over me while Adam ordered me to keep wanking him. Not that I had any intention of stopping, I was enjoying myself too much. Sooooo, I kept tugging, nice and hard and, just for the fun of it, I squeezed his balls as well. That had the desired effect, Peeps, and he shot more cum over me” she said smugly. Then she sipped wine and giggled.

“Honestly, I've never seen so much of the bloody stuff in one go. He completely covered me. My tits, my face, he'd even managed to get some in my hair, which for your information, I only noticed when I was brushing my teeth before going to bed. Eventually, as the last drop of spunk oozed from his cock, I couldn't stop myself from licking it up.”

As I looked around the room, I could see different expressions, ranging from admiration to relative distaste as Jane disclosed her deviant behaviour. However, I could relate to her experience and was thoroughly enjoying her tale.

“So, there I was, smearing his creamy spunk into my skin like it was an exotic massage oil while he just stood there watching me, babbling on about how much I loved the taste of cum when something dawned on me.” 

Jane, smiling enigmatically, prolonged the suspense.

“His prick was still rock hard and in my face like some horny magician’s magic wand.” That caused a few intakes of breath around the living room.

“You mean...” asked Anne in wonderment.

Jane nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, unlike Terry who always falls asleep after he’s done his party piece, Adam, bless him, was still raring to go, which was good news for me because my knickers were soaking wet. That's when he got to see my other tattoo.”

“Are you going to show us that one as well?” I asked, unable to disguise my curiosity.

She smiled at me. “I knew you'd ask to see it, Andrea,” she said and stood up. She undid the waistband of her trousers before hooking her thumbs in her panties. Revealing her ink, I could see why we liked each other. We have a similar warped sense of humour.

“If I shave completely, you can see the whole thing,” she said, “but I quite like it like this.”

“What is it?” asked Deborah, leaning over Teresa's lap to get a closer look at Jane’s exposed flesh.

“It’s a ‘Hello Kitty,’ tattoo,” explained Jane. “But you can only see the head because my pubic hair covers the rest of it.”

In fact, because ‘Kitty,’ was peeking over the top of Jane's wiry bush, it looked like the cartoon character was hiding behind some dense shrubbery. While Teresa impatiently implored Jane to continue her tale, our storyteller let everyone get a good look at Kitty.

“Now you've all seen what Adam wanted to see; I'll continue,” she said, making herself decent again. “As you can imagine, I was dying to get fucked. My cunt was drip...” She stopped abruptly at seeing the shocked expressions. Apparently, the ‘C-word’ hadn't gone down well.

“What's the problem, ladies? ” she asked, unsure of what was going on. Realization dawned when she saw Nikki and Janine nodding in the direction of me, Deborah and Anne.

“Don't mind me, Jane,” I said firmly. “I don't care what you call it. I use the ‘C-word’ all the time. What about you, Deborah?” having another sly dig at her.

“Well,” she spluttered, caught off guard by my question. “Generally I say ‘Down there’ or ‘vagina’...” she trailed off.

“I call it pussy,” interrupted Teresa, rescuing her aunt. “That's what Mum taught me when I asked, and I've used it ever since.”

That opened the floodgates, and we heard all sorts of euphemisms. Snatch, hole, box, gash, and slit were some of the more familiar terms, although there were a lot more, and some I'd never heard before. Eventually, Jane gesturing for silence, said it was her story, and she would use the words she wanted, and the rest of us would have to deal with it.

“Where was I? Oh yeah.” She grinned wickedly. “There I was, covered in hot gooey spunk, dripping wet and dying to get Adam’s cock between my legs. So, without further ado, I leaned back onto the couch, raised my hips and said if he made it a cool hundred, he could have me.” She winked and said, “Easiest money I've ever made.”

I had to laugh at her audacity.

“Nodding his head, Adam reached down and ripped my knickers from my body. Yes, Janine, he literally ripped them to pieces, and then triumphantly held the ruined garment before my eyes. When I objected, he just casually told me to buy some new ones with the money he was paying me. Cheeky bastard.”

“I'm beginning to like this Adam guy,” exclaimed Nikki and Jane raised her glass in mock salute.

“Then he got down on all fours and told me to ‘Spread ‘em’. I tell you, I was so turned on, I could feel my cunt lips twitching in excitement when his warm breath wafted over my thighs. Then he slipped his tongue inside me, twirling it around and stirring my honey before tracing up the length of my slit so he could suck hard on my clit. God, I almost came on the spot.”

I looked at her and could see a picture of her in my mind’s eye getting some great head.

Jane raised a hand before continuing. “As if that wasn’t enough, he pushed my legs up and back, exposing my anal crack before slipping his tongue between my buttocks. Then without warning, he stuck it inside me. No-one, and really, I mean no-one has ever done that.”

Anne and Deborah looked at her quizzically.

“He was giving me a rim job, ladies,” Jane explained, but it was clear neither women had the faintest idea of what she was saying. “He was poking his tongue in my a-hole. Is that clear enough?”

I looked at the shocked expressions and had such an urge to laugh. They didn’t know what they were missing.

Jane resumed. “Adam kept up his assault and, within minutes, I was on the verge of climaxing. My stomach cramped up, my legs started shaking, and my breathing became more and more ragged. I was begging him not to stop and even held his head exactly where I wanted it while I ground myself against him. When I couldn’t take anymore, I came all over his face. Cum flooded my tunnel, and I bucked my hips uncontrollably. I heard him slurping between my thighs as he tried to keep up with me, but he hadn’t a hope in hell. When he came up for air, his face was glistening and, because I was still gushing, I felt my cum leaking from my cunt and trickling down onto the couch.”

“Hmm, sounds wonderful,” said Gillian while others nodded.

“It was. But, though I was totally into Adam, a small nagging voice in my head kept telling me not to forget to clean the sofa before I went to bed.” That provoked a few giggles.

“Anyway, while I was still calming down, Adam knelt up in front of me and, taking hold of my ankles, he held them as far apart as he could and told me to grab his cock.”

She took a quick sip of wine, making us wait.

“So, there I was, legs spread wide open and holding the biggest prick I've ever had. It was just this far,” and Jane held her thumb and forefinger about two centimetres apart, “from my cunt when I got a case of the jitters. Then I looked up at Adam, who stared knowingly at me and said, ‘Come on, Sis, you know you want it’.”

Jane shook her head at the memory. ”He was right, but mentally, it was still a big step. I mean, I was about to cheat on Terry, with his younger brother for fuck’s sake. Despite wanting it so badly, I knew it was wrong,” she said earnestly. The room fell silent.

“Didn't stop me fucking his brains out, though,” she added quickly, causing the apartment to erupt in laughter.

“Looking him in the eye, I pressed his shiny fat knob between my cunt lips and ran it up and down the length of my slit. Then I edged my hips forward and felt him enter me. I swear, even though I was gushing like Niagara Falls, he still felt enormous, and I couldn’t help holding my breath when the rim disappeared inside me. Now there was no turning back. Our gazes met for a split second and, nodding, Adam thrust into me and didn't stop until his balls slapped against my arse.”

“So what was it like?” inquired Janine for all of us, her cheeks more than a little flushed and her hands pressed into her crotch.

“Like being fucked by a battering ram,” Jane declared. “Terry hasn’t got the biggest cock in the world, however, up until that moment, I’d never had cause to complain. But, after Adam shoved that thing inside me, what can I say? Boy, size really does matter, especially when the guy with the big stick knows how to use it.”

Jane took another gulp of wine. 

“Having found out what it must be like having a telephone pole shoved up your cunt, I tried relaxing because I was determined to enjoy every inch. After almost splitting my cunt wide open, Adam withdrew his cock completely, and for a second, my pussy felt empty. Then he violently buried his prick back inside, his massive bollocks crashing into me. Not exactly everyone’s idea of making love but Adam didn’t care.”

Jane looked at the various pairs of eyes watching her, trying to gauge the different reactions. Someone once told me you can never unlearn what you have learned and Jane’s eyes betrayed what she truly felt as she recalled the “moment supreme,” and I knew she’d never been able to forget what it’s like to be fucked by a huge penis.

“I’ll tell you, ladies, I lay there impaled on a monster cock, with hubby in bed only a few feet above me, and I wouldn’t have missed it for all the world.” She paused for breath as if telling the tale was causing her to relive the whole thing again. “After years of having Terry’s little thing inside me, my little pussy wasn’t prepared for Adam’s beast or the way he used it, and by fuck, it hurt at first. Still, as the saying goes, ‘What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger’, so I just gritted my teeth and tried relaxing.” A wry smile appeared on her face.

“While I was watching Adam's massive cock disappear time and time again inside me, I realized the discomfort I'd felt had changed. Instead of the painfully stretched feeling which I felt at first, I was now experiencing a searing pleasure which increased with every thrust as Adam continued his onslaught. That’s when I remembered I wanted to be his slutty sister-in-law.”

She laughed at the expressions of non-comprehension.

“I started telling him to fuck me harder, make me cum, and... well, you get the picture. Anyway, his cock was pounding my cunt like a well-oiled machine, and he started copying me, calling me his slut, his cock hungry bitch, asking me if I liked fucking my baby brother-in-law?”

“And did you?” asked Gillian.

“Duh,” said Jane sarcastically. “I was loving it and told him so. I also urged him not to stop because I was close to cumming again. For the next couple of minutes, the sound of our bodies slapping into each other, our moans, groans, and grunts resounded around the living room. Then I fell silent except for a low feral moan in my throat. My orgasm was rapidly approaching, and there was nothing I wanted more at that moment. Adam sensed it, too, because he wrapped his arms under my thighs and pulled me onto his prick. Oh God, how I love that huge cock,” she said.

“Maybe it’s his size, or simply knowing I shouldn't be screwing him that does it, but from that very first time we did it, Adam always gives me the most fantastic orgasms.” She smiled broadly, sighed. “When I cum, it's like a tropical monsoon, wet and wild. I lose all control and Adam, really pounds my cunt; you know, as if he’s trying to fuck me to death. And, despite cum flooding my cunt, he always feels even bigger as I milk him.”

“You let him cum inside you?” demanded an incredulous Teresa. Jane grinned and nodded. “Every time, Darling.” This admission elicited several gasps.

“Anyway, lying there on my back, I felt my cum trickling down towards my ass as Adam continued thrusting into me. Then with a stifled yell, he ground his pelvis into mine and flooded my cunt with more spunk.  As he knelt there, his body shuddering, I felt his prick pulsating inside me, spewing his hot, thick cum into me, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.”

She took a deep breath and picked up her wine glass. After emptying it, she looked at her audience and smiled warmly. “That was it, folks. That's my confession. Who’s next?”

“Hold on, Jane.” It was Anne who spoke. “I can understand why this happened, well sort off, but why didn't you leave it at that? Why carry on with the affair?”

“Oh, that’s easy, Anne,” Jane said coolly. “Adam’s a total pervert, and it turns out I'm a complete skank. I know I'm not the only slut he's screwing, but I don't care. Without a doubt, he's the best lover I’ve ever had.”

“What do you mean by that?” inquired Teresa.

“Well, I used to like anal sex, but Terry thinks it's dirty, so we never do it. Adam, on the other hand, loves it. The first time he fucked my ass, I screamed, but he did give one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had."

“Another example? He made me suck his cock in our kitchen while Terry was on his PlayStation in the lounge. That dangerous adventure ended with me getting a delicious, messy facial, just yards away from my ignorant hubby.”

Jane smiled. “And he's not just a risk-taker; he's also a dirty little bastard. Not long ago I needed picking up from London after the trains went on strike. I asked Adam if he could come and he did, but on the way home I needed to pee, but the little shit refused to stop the car. He said he wanted to see me wet my knickers. Said it turns him on.”

“What did you do?” asked Teresa.

“Well, at first I didn’t believe him but, after we passed the service station, I realized he wasn’t joking. So, despite some inhibitions on my part, I let my bladder go.”

“In his car?” asked Teresa astounded. Jane nodded. 

“I couldn't hold on forever, and after asking him again to stop the car, and hearing him refuse, I did as he wanted. Mind you, he had his hard-on in his hand and was wanking himself silly while I did it. He was so turned on he stopped the car immediately, went down on me for what seemed like hours, then proceeded to fuck me in the back seat. One of the best lays I’ve had in a long time,” she admitted a little sheepishly.

“Now he’s urging me to let his best friend join in…” She didn’t get to finish the sentence because of the uproar it caused. She waited until everyone calmed down. “I haven’t agreed to anything, but I won’t deny the idea of being screwed by two horny young men does sound appealing,” she added honestly. “Creampies, rim jobs, facials, you name it, he's into it, and I love it. Despite everything, he makes me feel desirable, attractive and most importantly, really fucking sexy. What woman wouldn’t want that?”

Anne nodded reflectively while Teresa continued staring at Jane incredulously. “So you’re not going to end it?”

Jane shook her head. “Not while it's so much fun. Eventually, he’ll get bored and find someone else, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

*

Now, Abigail, I’ve got to go, but next week I’ll tell you all about Janine’s confession. I think you'll like it.
Lots of love
Andrea xxx

Author’s note. Once again, many thanks have to go to my friend Jwren for his invaluable help with editing. Any mistakes still here are mine, not his.
Andrea xox