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Saturday’s poker game was Mark’s oldest friends: Jake, thirty-six and broad from rugby, and Tom, thirty-seven, quiet with clever hands. Claire served the drinks in a black slip and nothing underneath, exactly as instructed.

Halfway through the second hand, Mark laid his cards down. ‘Lads. Claire’s going to be the pot tonight. She’s agreed. Haven’t you, love?’

Her face burned. ‘Yes, Sir.’ Jake’s beer stopped halfway to his mouth. Tom just looked at her, slow and hungry.

‘Show them,’ Mark said. Claire lifted the slip over her head and stood in the lamplight, shaved and already glistening. Jake swore softly. ‘Fuck me, Mark. You lucky bastard.’

Mark guided her to the table and bent her over the green felt, chips scattering. He spread her cheeks with his thumbs so they could see her pussy, pink and dripping. ‘Touch her. She wants it.’

Tom went first. Two thick fingers slid into her, curling, and Claire moaned into the felt. Jake’s hand found her tits, rolling her nipples hard. She could hear Mark breathing behind her, could hear his zip.

‘Please,’ she whimpered. ‘Please, Sir, let them fuck me.’

Mark leaned down by her ear. ‘Good girl. Now we just decide how.’

What happens next?

→ Mark sends her upstairs with Jake alone

→ Both friends take her at once on the table

→ Mark joins in and makes it a three-man game

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Nadia reached into her handbag and pulled out a black harness and a thick purple dildo. Claire’s mouth fell open.

‘I came prepared,’ Nadia said. ‘Mark, sit on the sofa. Claire, on your knees. Get it wet for me.’

Nadia buckled it on and Claire knelt and sucked the silicone cock, slobbering on it, while Nadia held her head and fucked her mouth just like a man. Mark watched, stroking his cock, eyes blown wide.

Then Nadia bent Claire over the sofa arm, right in front of her husband’s face, and slid the strap-on into her pussy.

Claire cried out. Nadia fucked her with deep, rolling hips, merciless, the dildo stretching her open while Nadia reached round to work her clit. ‘Look at your husband while I fuck you. Tell him who’s fucking his wife.’

‘You are,’ Claire sobbed. ‘Nadia’s fucking me, Sir, she’s fucking me so good…’

‘Mark,’ Nadia said. ‘Her mouth’s free.’

Mark stood and pushed his cock between Claire’s lips. Now she was spit-roasted between her husband and her colleague, the strap-on pounding her pussy, Mark’s cock in her throat, and she came so hard her knees buckled.

Nadia pulled out slowly, the strap-on glistening, and left it buckled on. She squirted lube on the dildo and pressed it against Claire’s arse.

‘Mark,’ she said sweetly, ‘lie down. I want her riding you while I take her arse. Both holes, her husband and her boss.’

Claire froze. ‘Boss?’

Nadia smiled. ‘Didn’t I mention? I got the headship. I start Monday.’

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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Nadia stepped back, hiked up her skirt and slipped off her knickers. She sat in Claire’s chair, legs spread over the armrests, and pointed at the floor.

‘Under the table, Mrs Whitmore. Dessert.’

Claire crawled down between her colleague’s thighs. Nadia’s pussy was swollen and wet, glistening in the candlelight. Claire licked her, tentative at first, then hungry as Nadia’s hand fisted her hair and pulled her face in tight.

‘Lick it properly. Tongue inside. That’s it, good girl.’ Nadia picked up her wine and sipped, chatting to Mark over Claire’s head as if nothing was happening. ‘She’s a natural. Did you know she’d be this good?’

‘I hoped,’ Mark said hoarsely.

Claire sucked Nadia’s clit, slurping loudly, two fingers sliding in her. Nadia’s thighs started to tremble. She stopped talking. She ground against Claire’s mouth, then came with a sharp cry, flooding her face.

‘Mark,’ Nadia panted. ‘Fuck your wife while she does it again.’

Mark was on the floor behind her before she’d finished the sentence. He shoved into Claire’s soaking pussy from behind and fucked her hard, pushing her face deeper into Nadia’s cunt with every thrust. Claire moaned, licked, sucked, came, and kept licking.

Afterwards Nadia slid down onto the floor with them, kissed Claire’s wet mouth, and tasted herself.

‘I’ve got a confession,’ she said. ‘My husband, Daniel, wants to watch too. He’s in the car outside. He’s been there all evening.’

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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‘Just us,’ Nadia said, taking Claire’s hand. ‘Mark, you can listen at the door.’

In the bedroom she stripped Claire completely, then herself. Nadia’s body was all curves, dark nipples, a neat strip of hair. They tumbled onto the bed kissing, tongues sliding, hands everywhere.

Nadia pushed Claire down and sucked her nipples one after the other, biting gently, until Claire was arching off the bed. Then she kissed down her belly and spread her thighs wide.

‘You’re dripping,’ Nadia whispered, and licked her slowly from arse to clit.

Claire had never been eaten by a woman. It was nothing like a man. Soft, precise, merciless. Nadia fluttered her tongue over her clit, then pushed three fingers inside and curled them until Claire felt herself gushing. She came squirting across Nadia’s face, crying out, and through the door she heard Mark groan.

‘Now me,’ Nadia said, and straddled Claire’s face.

Claire buried her tongue in her colleague’s pussy, tasting her for the first time, salty and sweet. Nadia rode her face, grinding hard, grabbing the headboard, swearing filthily until she came, thighs clamping Claire’s head.

They lay tangled, panting. Nadia stroked her hair and smiled a little wickedly.

‘Monday,’ she said. ‘Staff room, lunchtime. The door locks. And I’ll text Mark the instructions, not you.’

Claire’s heart pounded. Then her phone buzzed on the bedside table. It was Mark, from the other side of the door: ‘Yes.’

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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‘Mark!’ Harold called through the shed door. ‘Come out here, lad. You’ll want to see this up close.’

Mark came across the lawn, grinning, and squeezed into the shed. Harold sat on an upturned crate, unzipped his old corduroys and pulled out a long, thick cock. ‘On your knees, Claire. Show your husband how you suck an old man’s cock.’

She knelt in the dirt. Harold’s cock smelled of soap and sweat and she licked it from root to tip while both men watched. Then she took him deep, bobbing, slurping, Harold’s gnarled hand on the back of her head.

‘She’s good,’ Harold said to Mark, conversational, as if discussing roses. ‘Take her from behind, lad. Let me watch her face while you fuck her.’

Mark dropped to his knees behind her and shoved into her pussy. Claire choked on Harold’s cock, sandwiched between her husband and the neighbour, the two men talking over her like she was a thing they were sharing. That was the part that made her come — hard, shaking, moaning wetly around Harold’s shaft.

Harold groaned and pulled out, stroking himself, and came across her face in long hot ropes. Mark followed, filling her pussy, gasping.

Claire knelt there, glazed and dripping, dazed with happiness.

Harold zipped up and looked thoughtfully at Mark. ‘There’s the residents’ association meeting on Tuesday,’ he said. ‘Six of us. All lonely old men.’

Mark looked at his wife. Claire looked back. Her pussy clenched.

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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Harold led her through his back door, past a kitchen that still had his late wife’s tea towels, and up to a bedroom with a brass bed and floral curtains. Mark followed at a distance and settled in the doorway.

‘Lie down,’ Harold said. ‘Legs open. Let me look at you properly.’

Claire lay back on the old candlewick bedspread and spread herself. Harold knelt between her thighs, slow on his knees, and buried his face in her pussy.

He ate her like a man who’d been starving for years. Broad, flat licks, then his tongue deep inside her, then sucking her clit between his lips while two thick fingers fucked her. Claire grabbed the brass rails and howled. She came on his tongue within minutes, then again when he didn’t stop.

‘Forty years of practice,’ he chuckled, wiping his chin. Mark laughed from the doorway, cock in his hand.

Then Harold climbed on top of her, heavy and warm, and slid his cock in. Missionary, deep and slow, his chest hair rough on her tits, kissing her open-mouthed. It was so tender and so filthy at once that she wrapped her legs round him and pulled him in harder.

‘I’m going to fill you up, love,’ he grunted. ‘And then I’m going to keep you all afternoon.’

He came inside her with a long groan. Then, still on top of her, he looked over at Mark.

‘Same time next Sunday,’ Harold said. ‘But next time, I’m bringing a few things from the drawer.’

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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Harold didn’t take her anywhere. He turned her round, pressed her chest down onto the workbench among the seed trays and terracotta pots, and kicked her feet apart with his boot.

‘Sixty-one and I’ve never had a girl like you,’ he growled, unbuckling. His cock was long, curved, grey-haired at the root, and harder than she’d expected. He rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, teasing, until she begged.

‘Please, Mr Penrose. Please fuck me.’

He pushed in slowly, all the way, and held there, letting her feel every inch. Then he began to fuck her with long, patient strokes, the bench rocking, a pot falling and smashing on the floor. He knew exactly what he was doing. He took his time and made her feel it.

Through the dusty shed window, Claire could see Mark at the kitchen glass, hand moving in his trousers. She moaned his name.

Harold slapped her arse, hard. ‘Not his name, love. Mine.’ His rough thumb found her clit and he rubbed it while he pounded her, and she came with a shout that sent a pigeon flapping off the shed roof.

He kept going. Older men, she discovered, could last forever. He fucked her through a second orgasm, then a third, until her legs had gone and he was holding her up by the hips.

Then the shed door creaked. Claire turned, expecting Mark.

It was Harold’s brother, Dennis, sixty-four, standing in the doorway with a trowel in his hand and his mouth hanging open.

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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Mark pulled his shirt off. ‘I’m not watching this one. I’m playing.’

They carried her to the sofa. Mark lay back and pulled Claire on top of him, sinking her down onto his cock, so familiar and so good she nearly wept. ‘Hold still,’ he whispered. ‘Tom. Her arse.’

Tom slicked his cock with lube from the drawer Mark had prepared earlier — of course he had — and pressed against her tight hole. Claire whimpered. Mark held her face and kissed her. ‘Breathe, love. Red if you need it.’

She didn’t need it. She pushed back, and Tom’s cock slid into her arse inch by burning inch until she was stuffed with two men at once, so full she could feel them rubbing against each other through her.

Then Jake knelt on the arm of the sofa and put his cock in her mouth.

Three of them. Every hole. They fucked her together, slow at first, then rough, the sofa creaking, her body bouncing helplessly between them. Mark kept murmuring ‘good girl, good girl’ while Tom spanked her arse red and Jake held her hair like a handle.

She came twice, the second one so hard she blacked out for a second and woke still being fucked, drool and cum on her chin.

Jake pulled out and finished across her tits. Tom groaned and filled her arse. Mark held her hips down, still hard inside her, and grinned.

‘Now,’ he said, ‘there’s one more friend who missed poker tonight. And he’s just texted to say he’s outside.’

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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‘Both of you,’ Mark said. ‘Right there on the table.’

Tom dropped his jeans first and pushed into her from behind, slow and thick, filling her until she moaned into the felt. Jake walked round the table, gripped her hair and fed his cock into her mouth. Claire was spit-roasted across a poker table in her own dining room, chips digging into her tits, and she had never been wetter.

They found a rhythm. Every time Tom thrust, it shoved her forward onto Jake’s cock, and every time Jake pulled back she was pushed onto Tom’s. Wet slapping, her muffled gagging, the clatter of falling cards.

Mark stood at the head of the table, filming on his phone. ‘Look at the camera, love. Look how much of a slut you are for me.’ She looked up, mascara running, mouth stuffed, and moaned around Jake’s shaft.

Tom reached under her and rubbed her clit in hard circles. She came screaming around Jake’s cock, pussy spasming, legs shaking off the floor.

‘Swap,’ Mark ordered. They switched ends. She tasted herself on Tom’s cock while Jake slammed into her sloppy pussy so hard the table legs shrieked. Then Tom spat on his thumb and pressed it against her arse.

Claire froze. Mark knelt by her face and stroked her cheek. ‘Your arse, darling. Never been touched by anyone but me. Do they get it tonight?’

Tom’s thumb pushed in to the first knuckle. Claire opened her mouth to answer.

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.

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‘Jake,’ Mark said. ‘Take her up. I’ll come and watch in a minute.’ Jake didn’t need telling twice. He hauled Claire over his shoulder and carried her up to the marital bed, her bare arse in the air.

He threw her down and stripped. His cock was thick and veined, heavier than Mark’s, and Claire stared at it with her mouth open. ‘Suck it,’ Jake said, and she crawled forward and took him, stretching her lips around the head, gagging as he pushed deeper.

Mark slipped in and sat in the corner chair, stroking himself. ‘Look at me while you do it, love.’ She did, eyes watering, Jake’s cock sliding wet in and out of her throat.

Then Jake flipped her onto her back, hooked her knees over his arms and drove into her in one brutal thrust. Claire screamed. He was so big she felt split open, every stroke dragging against her G-spot, her pussy squelching loudly around him.

‘Tell him,’ Mark said. ‘Tell him how it feels.’

‘It’s bigger,’ she sobbed. ‘He’s bigger than you, Sir, he’s fucking me so deep…’ She came hard, clamping down, and Jake groaned and fucked her through it, faster, sweat dripping on her tits.

‘Where do you want it?’ Jake panted.

Mark stood up and walked to the bed, smiling down at his wife’s wrecked face. ‘Inside her,’ he said. ‘And then the door opens, because Tom’s been waiting on the landing.’

Claire heard the handle turn.

What happens next? More paths are coming soon.