This latest story is the middle one of the three I have started. All are works in progress which I will continue when I get time.

Please read -
Kathy's Game - The Teen Years https://xxxbestrank.mobi/s__forum/threads/kathys-game-the-teen-years.613268/

Kathy's Game - The Present Time https://xxxbestrank.mobi/s__forum/threads/kathys-game.611875/

This is the section of my life that I have been wanting to write about.

We got married and moved to another town and as agreed, I remained faithful. We didn't go out much, and didn't even have a car, so I got a job, and life was mainly work, watch TV, sleep. After eighteen months I started to get a bit frustrated. Was this really what life is all about ? We did discuss “the old days” and talk about maybe having a bit of fun. Go out once a week to some kind of entertainment show, see what happened ? Maybe it would be OK for me to choose one lover and stick with him ?

Eventually we had saved up enough for a car, decided to give it a try and go and find some sort of entertainment. There was a variety show advertised for the local town hall, and we actually paid for tickets and went along. Probably the first time I have paid to get in anywhere. There appeared to be one person on the show who I knew, and he would do fine as my selected lover. On the night in question, we sat in our designated seats and I behaved, until I was noticed. The one guy I knew stood in a doorway gesturing me to go and join him in the corridor. I told my husband, he said it was up to me, so I went.

The man in question asked me how I had been, where I had been, and then we found a room and had sex. Afterwards he bought me a drink and introduced me to another man who was blond, really good looking and very fit, so I had sex with him as well. Then I rejoined my hubby, cuddled up, and at the end of the show we headed home and had sex, while I told him about it. The second guy told me where he was appearing the following evening, a bit of a drive but I said I would try and go.

While I had been talking to the first guy, in the corridor, a man had approached and asked if he could see my ticket. I showed him and he walked away. I asked who he was, and was told he was a new promoter who had taken over from some of the old guys. Apparently he had cut the costs of these shows and tours to the minimum and was very keen to keep any hangers-on, groupies etc out, unless they bought a ticket.

For example, the old time promoters would hire, for example, a 2000 seat concert hall for £1000, and that would include all the hall staff, - maybe 20 stewards and doormen, 4 program sellers, ticket selling, merchandise selling, bars, coffee bars etc, advertising etc. This new promoter didn't want any of that, he wanted to pay for the hall, maybe £500 and provide his own staff, which would be a couple of bouncers and a few people plucked from the paying crowd to sell programs, merchandise, check tickets etc. Plus he was very keen to stop anyone getting in without paying, which would be a future problem for me. Half the fun is getting in for free, even if it means paying someone with sex. Apparently he had a wife at home and a girlfriend who helped run the shows. One of his schemes was to make every single person pay to get through the door, including the “stars of the show” and then refunding them, but not their family, friends etc. I could see his point though, sometimes it seemed that hundreds of people were getting in for free. Especially when you can get around ten St. John's Ambulance people bringing their families.


The following evening we set off on the drive to see the blond guy I'd had sex with. I agreed that the first one was just for old-times-sake, and the blond guy, Mark, would be my lover. My husband decided not to come in because of the ticket regulations, so I hung about by the stage door, while my husband sat watching in the car. Before long the blond guy turned up and took me in. I got a feeling that the promoter was keeping his eye on me, but hoped he didn't dare ask for my ticket after the previous night.

I had sex with Mark in his dressing room and then sat in the stalls through the show. I got talking with a guy who used to be a friend of my husbands in the early days and he told me more about the new promoter and pointed out his girlfriend, who was a very pretty blond woman. Probably about 30 years old, about 10 years older than me at the time.

I had a bit of luck, the old friend I was talking to was telling me about one particular venue, where the new promoter had become really obsessive with ticket sales. The story went that whenever he promoted a show there, he only sold around 200 tickets, but regularly walked round counting people and reckoned there were always 500 people in. As he couldn't work out how this was happening he had sent his own security team to the venue, and they didn't spot anything, so he had then paid private detectives to check it all out. No one came up with anything.

Funnily enough, two or three years ago I had also noticed there was something going on here, and I told the friend I had worked it out easily, but refused to tell him what. Next minute I had the promoter and his girlfriend quizzing me. I said it wasn't my job to run his security, but they told me they would be very grateful if I helped them. I explained. The promoter didn't see how it could work, so I explained again.

Later he told me he had taken action against the council who owned the hall and wanted me to be a witness in court. Thankfully it was sorted before it came to that. But at least I felt I had earned my entrance to his shows.

Has anyone watched videos that come under the headings "Stupid Girl" or "Tricked". ? They appeal to me as I do like a good story about a woman being tricked into sex. Of course most of the videos are poor story-lines but I have seen a few good ones.

I had my own stupid moment with the new promoter, shortly after I had proved myself. His girlfriend, Mandy, came looking for me one evening and said I had to sell the raffle tickets, both as people were coming in, and at the interval. It's supposed to be for charity but I doubt it. I had to remember "one ticket for 50p, three for £1, eight for £2". I think. Then take the tickets and cash to the promoter as soon as the interval is ending. Obviously all this keeps me busy and stops me being naughty.

So, I did all that, put up with all the old men saying they would buy some if I was the prize, and went to knock on the door where the promoter was. Mandy let me in and then left, there were a couple of other men sat around who I didn't know. The promoter took the tickets and cash and wrote down the number sold and counted the money, and said some was missing, about £20. I said I had put it all the bag he had supplied, and he took my own handbag from me and emptied it out on the floor. There was a bit of money, I told him that was mine. He told me to take my boots off. I said no. He said they had come across a girl a few weeks ago who had been shoving coins down her boots. I said I was hardly going to rip him off when I had just helped him sort out another scam. Reluctantly I unzipped my knee length boots and shook them, and he said "and the rest". At that Mandy came back in and I protested to her, asking what was going on. She told me to just do it, and that he wasn't interested in the likes of me anyway. Then she left again. It all seemed a bit weird. I undid my blouse unbuttoned my skirt and shook the clothes. He told me to take them off, and the panties. That did put me into a submissive mode, so I did, and stood naked. Quick as a flash he grabbed my arm, pulled me towards him, and sat back down with me across his lap. He said he had been asking people about me. He felt my bottom and legs and started to spank me. I said "no, that hurts" but of course he carried on. At least I found out what he's into.

He spanked me really hard while the other men watched from a distance, and then Mandy came back in. She watched from closer and when it stopped the promoter told me I could go now and asked Mandy if she had done the raffle. I dressed, shaking and humiliated and then left. As soon as I got in the car and told my husband what had happened, he said that “obviously” selling tickets at different amounts at different prices made it impossible to say how much money there should be. I thought about it, and it's right. That was my stupid moment and gave the promoter a reason to spank me. Things really didn't seem right with this new guy and Mandy. I decided to go to other events where they weren't involved over the next few weeks.

One I remember, although there are blurs in the memory, was a night out at Buxton Opera House. I'm being less discreet here, but this was a place we went to quite a bit over the years. It was out of our area, but an interesting venue, you can sort of feel the history in the place. We also knew a few people there and and usually had a pleasant night out. For those who don't know Buxton, it's a town in the middle of absolutely nothing. No motorways go there, it is well and truly stock in the 1900's. It's not opera of course. Google it and you will see the general range of entertainment shows it provides. Not so much at the moment though.

I had sex with two different men during the evening and we had met up with two women we know and after the show we went to the bar and were joined by a guy who was famous, but wasn't the type to have groupies. We were talking about the “old days” and a barman came over with one drink and gave it to me and said it was from the gentlemen at the bar. I had no idea who they were, three guys who looked a bit like upper-class twits, in their mid 20's. I said they reminded me of the students you get on University Challenge on TV, when they seem to have forgotten to actually leave Uni and get a job and just carry on doing degrees for the rest of their life. I sort of nodded to thank them, and then ignored them, and then another free drink came over, and then a third. We referred to them as Hector, Maxwell and Archibald, and joked about why the were targeting me. I soon felt very drunk though and we decided to call it a night. My hubby offered to drop the two women home on our way out of Buxton and I went to the toilet and found the upper-class three waiting for me. Turns out one of them was the son of an old time promoter and he remembered seeing me around when I was a teenager, although I have no idea how he remembered me from that. He wanted me to “go for a walk” with him. I said I couldn't, I was with my husband and friends. He tried kissing me and groping me as I went into the ladies. I was getting hot but determined to behave.

They accosted me again on the way out, and the main guy wanted me to go down into the Pavilion Gardens with him. They are large ornamental gardens. I told him “next time I see you, I can't now”, and they followed me outside. Hubby shouted me as I had no idea where the car was, and then one of the guys, no idea which one, started kissing me, and hubby came over and pushed him away from me. I protested to hubby and told him to leave my friend alone, and I knew who he was now. Or not ? I don't actually drink a lot, for good reasons.

***At this point I have hit a wall in my writing, and have spent a couple of days looking at the screen. I can only assume it is because I am ashamed of myself when I look back, so I'll just rush through it to get to happier times***

There was a bit of an argument. I said I was going for a walk with what's-his-face, and his two mates walked off down the road. The women who were stood with my hubby told him to let me go, saying I would get what I deserved. Me and the guy walked down onto the grass with our arms round each other, and disappeared into the damp mist. We came to a small river, and settled down there on the grass and he stripped me naked and we were soon joined by his two mates who pinned me down while the first guy had sex on top of me, followed on by the second guy who had me on all fours while I sucked the third guy, and then the third guy fucked me on my knees with my face in the grass and bottom in the air. It was all a bit of a blur really. They walked off leaving me there so I picked up my clothes and staggered back up towards the car park, getting my damp clothes on before I got there. I was put in the back of the car and I remember two things, me and one of the woman needing a pee in a lay by, and having a giggle. Then me and the same woman kissing passionately in the back of the car, before we dropped off the women. I slept the rest of the way home.

I didn't remember anything else until I woke just after 6am, naked in bed, with my hubby fucking me. Apparently that was the third time he had fucked me and he said the alcohol on my breath was absolutely overpowering. Oh well, somewhere else I never dared go again.

And now I am free to write happier stories, which hopefully won't take me so long.

 

such a great story look forward to the many more you will write

 

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I have to say, when I returned to my way of life after getting married, I expected the demand to be diminished. I expected that the demand for groupies was because they were young, naive, and free. Amazingly the opposite occurred. Demand for married women is much more. It's almost like the whole attraction is that the men want to fuck another man's wife. Maybe they see less chance of comebacks, especially if they know the husband approves. There is a downside though. Much less respect is shown for the married slut. I was usually treated like a Princess in my teens, but now it was like a competition to see who could do the most humiliating thing to the slut, or involve her with the most men. There also seemed to be a weird thing where the men wanted to be the "Number 1". Make her fall in love with them, and then treat her like shit.

 

sound like a great time

 

It was almost a week before I felt like going out again. There was a show about an hour and half's drive away and was with the new promoter, I was secretly hoping he would spank me again because that is what I needed. I would hate it when it happened, but it needed to happen. This was also the beginning of a sort of game I played with my husband. He suggested that as I had done something bad last time we went out, (having sex with someone not in the entertainment industry) there should be a punishment where I would show repentance for my sins. It's his little bit of dominance I guess.

So, on afternoon of the event, hubby said he wanted to choose my clothes for the evening, so that I dressed “slut” and everyone would know what I was, whether they knew me or not. I had a few tops that were like string vests. I usually wore them with a black or red bra, and had occasionally wore them with a black quarter cup bra that I always found very sexy and arousing. It held my breasts firmly and lifted the protruding nipples, which, when wore with the string vest, pushed the nipples through the holes and looked really erotic. Today my hubby wanted me to wear the bright pink vest with no bra, which would display my breasts very clearly. He said I could wear a loose open coat or blazer as long as it was kept completely open. He also chose a bright green mini skirt he always liked, pink panties and knee length black boots. Pretty colourful, with bright red lipstick and green eye shadow. The second part was that we get there a couple of hours early, and I had to stand outside the stage door until someone offered to take me in. Hubby would sit in the car somewhere he could watch me. I was also banned from any alcohol !

We got there at 5.30pm. I knew the venue fairly well. It was pouring with rain. I needed the toilet by now and the only option was inside the hall, so after 10 minutes I said I was going and hubby then insisted I leave my panties in the car, so another five minutes arguing about that, and I left, putting my umbrella up as I left the car and hubby shouting after me to leave my jacket open. Actually, I think he made a mistake. The black quarter cup bra would have stood out more under the pink vest. As it was, people would be looking at pink vest over pink skin, so they may not work out which bits were me. And there wasn't many people about in the pouring rain. I was so cold was shivering. I always get the feeling that I am like a street prostitute, stood in the rain desperate for some guy to pull up and give me twenty pounds to abuse me. It's a very powerful feeling and scares me.

First man to arrive at the stage door was a little fat man I know slightly who works at the venue. I asked if I could come in to use the toilet and he said no. Another ten minutes and I just had to go, so I walked round to the front of the hall and found a cafe, where I ordered a coffee and used the toilet, before drinking the coffee and leaving, back to the stage door. A few minutes after that a guy who also works at the hall came and knocked on the door. I've sucked him off before for getting me in, so I asked him and he nodded to me to follow. I glanced over at my hubby in the car and assumed he was watching. The little fat man who opened the door didn't look happy. I went with the second guy to the gents toilets and asked him about the new promoter (lets call him NP from now on as I don't want to name him). Apparently when he started hiring the hall he insisted on not wanting any staff, but the local council wouldn't allow that, so some of the old staff are still there. He said I was looking very sexy and felt my breasts through my top. I took my jacket off and got on my knees and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. He did ask me not to say how I had got in, if anyone asked.

I went to the ladies then and cleaned up and dried off a bit before going to the coffee bar in the hall, they hadn't opened the doors to the public yet, but before long Mandy, NP's girlfriend came in and saw me. She came over and asked where I had been since “the last time”. I said I was cutting down. Mandy said “oh we thought it was because you got spanked”. I told her that wasn't the reason.

Mandy said she wanted a word with me a bit later and she would come back in a bit, and told me to behave. At least there was no questions about how I had got in, or me selling raffle ticklers.

Twenty minutes later I saw a guy I used to know. John. I met him when I was on holiday at Great Yarmouth in my mid teens and my parents took me to an entertainment show on the Pier. I'd seen quite a bit of him after that, and he was always really nice to me. He was very muscular but not much taller than me. We had a coffee and caught up and he was really surprised I was married and loved the way I was dressed. He asked if I was allowed to play-around, and I said “of course”, and explained I had kept away for getting on two years but was back now. We went upstairs to the Circle where I knew there were a few rooms that were unused, but on the way he wanted to go past the dressing rooms, and spoke to a man who was sat in the corridor and then introduced me to his friend Pat, and asked if it was ok if Pat came with us. I said yes, but added I would prefer one in the room at a time. On the way upstairs it was obviously they wanted a threesome and they both had their arms round me as we walked and were commenting on my breasts and John said he could see my nipples getting erect and pushing through the string vest. Then he said I was blushing.

Once in a room they were asking if my husband approved, and if I told him about what I got up to, or if he liked to watch, and if I had visitors at home. John said he was often passing up and down the motorway and it would be great to be able to call in. John was stood behind me holding my arms while Pat kissed me and felt my breasts and discovered I had no panties on. They asked me why and I said hubby had made me leave them in the car. Before long I was naked except for my boots and they both stripped naked after they had put a chair up against the door. John started fucking me, stood up facing each other, and then lifted me and moved so my back was against the wall and my legs were wrapped round his waist. We then ended up on the floor in a threesome with Pat fucking me for a while and then me going on top of John. There was lots of passionate kissing and then Pat pulled me over so that I was laid between then, John fucking me still and Pat pushing his cock up my bottom. Fortunately he wasn't too big, and they impaled me until they both came up me. Then we all dressed, leaving me with the problem of spunk seeping out of two holes and no panties to soak it up. We went back downstairs and I went to the toilet and cleaned up again. John got my phone number later, although I said I wasn't sure about him visiting, I'd have to discuss it with hubby. John said he could always visit when hubby was out, or meet me somewhere outside.

It was later in the show when I saw Mandy again. She said she wanted a word with me and then put a finger on one of my nipples and said that it looked like someone had been playing with them. I felt myself blushing again and she asked who ? I said I had to be discreet, so she asked where I had taken them. I said there were some rooms up in the Circle so she asked me to show her. We went in the room I had used and she took hold of the same nipple and twisted it and told me to tell her what I had been up to. I resisted and found myself getting both nipples twisted, so I told her I had been with John and his friend. She asked if it was him who had brought me in. I said no, I had given oral to one of the hall staff to get in. She laughed and called me a dirty little slut, then told me there were things I didn't know about her. I said I wasn't bisexual, she said that neither was she, but she knew things about me from the past. She ordered me to undress. God I was shaking, trembling, and felt really cold. I took my top and skirt off and she quizzed me about wearing pants. I said my hubby had made me leave them in the car. She told me to take my boots off as well. I had some short socks on and was stood there trying to cover myself in just my socks. Mandy asked if I used condoms with all these men I let use me. I said “not usually” and she asked if my husband licked me out. I said yes. Then she looked at my clothes on the floor and told me to pick them up. I though I was getting dressed again but she took them off me, told me to face the other way and then she stripped off and put my vest, skirt and boots on. She asked if she looked slutty, I said yes. In fact she looked quite a lot like me. Then she made a phone call and asked whoever answered if they had five minutes to spare, and directed them to where we were. It was NP of course and he came in and looked shocked. Me naked, Mandy in my slut uniform. She asked him what he though. He told her she looked like a fucking dirty whore and to bend over the table. She did, pulling the skirt up around her hips. He fucked her right in front of me ! They were both watching me and laughing, he slapped her bottom a couple of times. God, how embarrassing. She had an orgasm really quickly and he carried on and came up her, then pulled his trousers up and said he had to get back. Mandy went to the door and whispered something to him, I was terrified she was going to make me go down on her, but she didn't. She told me to stay as I was and she would be five minutes, she put my jacket on and said to leave her clothes alone unless there was a fire and I needed to get out.

It seemed ages before she was back, she was a bit wet and got changed back into her own clothes and said I could dress. She asked what I was going to do now, I said I was going home. She told me where they would be the next few nights and told me to get to one particular venue so we could find time there for a talk. I used the toilet and left, going back to the car.

My hubby asked what the hell was going on. Apparently Mandy had gone outside and to our car, and had knocked on the passenger window. My hubby looked up and thought he saw me and unlocked the door and she jumped in and gave him the shock of his life. He asked if I had told her to do it. I said no, of course not, and told him what had happened with her. We were driving home by now. She had said “surprise” and introduced herself and asked him a load of embarrassing questions, like did he like licking other men's spunk out of me, and if he liked watching, and if he fancied her being done up like a whore. She had put his hand on her legs and squeezed his cock through his trousers and then got really close as if she was going to kiss him, but bit his neck instead, and then got out of the car and walked off.

We made it home before we fucked like crazy in the living room and then bedroom, where I told him about having a cock in each hole, including paying with a blow job to get in. Hubby thinks he is going to get to fuck Mandy. I very much doubted that !

 

I wish I had more time to write... but here is the following section.

The next show I went to was the one that Mandy had suggested. I was a little intrigued, did she have something arranged for me ? I knew I wouldn't like it if she had, but that just added to the apprehension I was feeling. It was at a northern town called Skipton. I think it's actually the Town Hall that they use for entertainment shows. I had been a couple of times before I was married, although I couldn't remember much about it other than it was a fairly bleak and usually wet town.

We got there at 6pm. My hubby could remember more than me, he said there was a car park at the back of the hall, with a narrow entrance and exit. At least it wasn't raining. We went for a short walk round the town centre, which was all closed of course. Hubby was looking for a take-away for later, but didn't find one. I was wearing a grey jumper that was off-the-shoulder, showing my suntanned shoulders off, and a short maroon skirt and the same colour knee length suede boots. I had black panties on but no bra, and a black jacket. I went in the hall around 6.30pm, unchallenged and went to the toilets and stayed there a bit, out of the way. When I came out I practically walked straight into NB and Mandy and their two bouncers. NB said “oh Good, you can sell programs and raffle tickets”. Mandy asked if he could find someone else, saying “you know I want to have a talk with Kathy”. He said no, and went to get the items I had to sell. Mandy said “don't worry, he won't spank you again”. She was looking a bit strange, almost Gothic like the building and town we were in. She had dark grey lipstick and eye shadow, and the way she was looking at me, I don't know if she was searching my soul or about to headbutt me.

The doors opened at 7pm and I was stuck selling until nearly 8pm. Mandy took the money off me and told me to make sure I was back at the interval “if I got up to anything in the meantime”. Then she asked if I had met James. I said no and she said she would introduce me., and told me to stay where I was, and asked if I had sussed any private rooms out. I said I didn't think there were any here. She left and came back with a young lad and introduced us. She said James was from down on the south coast and was joining them “on tour” to learn the ropes. He looked 16 to 17 and had longish blond hair, and was a bit skinny. Mandy told me to find a quiet cupboard and show him what I did at the shows. I told her to behave, but she insisted and went to try a few doors, and found a very small cupboard, and told us both to get in, and she would make sure no one interrupted. Embarrassing or what ?

It was pitch black once she had closed the door on us, a narrow little room with some cleaning items inside. I sort of apologized to James and told him Mandy was having a laugh at my expense. He said he knew I was a groupie and they had told him I would sort him out, and he started feeling the back of my legs and we were already too close together. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. I asked if he had done it before and he said yes but not with someone older. He wasn't shy. As we kissed some more he had his hands up my jumper feeling my breasts and then up my skirt and was pulling my panties down as I undid his belt and trousers. He fucked me stood up against the wall. Kissing all the time and he was really cute. He came up me and then thanked me and said he hoped we could have sex regularly. We tried the door and Mandy was still there smiling and asked if we had done the deed. I just had time for the toilet before I had to sell raffle tickets again and afterwards gave Mandy to money and rest of the tickets.

Obviously all this “work” keeps me from prowling round and getting to know people, so it is fairly pointless me going if I have to sell things. During the second half of the show Mandy came to find me and she said she had been talking to my hubby and had explained a few things to him. I asked “like what” and she said that everything would become clearer soon. She asked about why I only fuck celebrities and not anyone. I replied by asking what the fun would be in going with anyone, and she said “surely the cocks are pretty much all the same whoever it is”. I told her that I liked being with entertainers and they were usually nice to me, it wasn't really about sex. She said that “to them it's exactly just about sex”.

Mandy carried on quizzing me (we were sat in the back row of the stalls) and wanted to know why then, I had sex with friends of celebrities and door staff at halls, and what my husband gets out of it. I told her “it's just what it is, how things have happened”. I just assumed she was doing her best to embarrass me. She said she thought of me as her “little sister” and was just looking out for me.

She told me to stay where I was and came back as the show was ending, and said she had a job for me when the audience had gone. I had a feeling it would be cleaning up or carrying their merchandise to their car.

When Mandy returned she told me “come on then” and said that everyone knew why she had arranged this, even my husband, and I would find out later. She took me out of the stage door into the car park and round to the corner of the building. Her two bouncers were stood in the dark. One was definitely called Dave, the other was maybe Bud ? Dave was quite a big, fit, sensible type bloke, Bud was bigger but mainly flab. Mandy asked if I remembered being round here in the past. I said yes I think so, and she asked if remembered who with. I said no. She told me to think harder. I said I remembered two men, neither of them very memorable. As we got to Dave and Bud she asked what I did with those two random unmemorable men. I explained that they weren't random, I knew one before and he had asked me to go with this new bloke. Mandy asked what I did with them. I said I had sex with one and sucked the other off. She said “yes at the same time I think”. I asked how she knew, and she walked away and told Dave and Bud to “go ahead”, and then added “I told your husband to move the car so he can watch from a distance, he remembers the last time better than you”.

Bud put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me into the corner against the building and pulled my jumper straight off over my head and undid his trousers while Dave bent me forward and pushed my face into Bud's fat stomach, and my skirt was pushed and pulled up around my waist and my panties were just ripped off and discarded. I thought about who may be watching, it was dark but a little illuminated around the area. Dave gripped my hips and fucked me while Bud's cock was in my mouth, tasting very sweaty. They fucked my cunt and my mouth and Dave felt the biggest cock by far as it pounded inside me. Bud pulled my head by grasping my hair and shot his spunk down my throat after three or four minutes and Dave carried on fucking me. As Bud moved away I fell forward onto my knees and Dave pushed me over onto my back and threw himself on top of me and fucked me on the hard, stony road surface and held my head while he took a hard bite at my neck. I burst into orgasm and was grunting and gasping like a madwoman as he pumped his spunk up my cunt. They left me laid on the floor and walked off, with Mandy coming back and helping me up.

Mandy said that she bet my hubby enjoyed watching that. I said he wouldn't like it because they weren't the type I was supposed to be into. Mandy replied that I'd had a bloody big orgasm, so that proved that famous people didn't make a difference, and that anyway, my hubby had told her I liked fat men on top of me. I found my jumper and put it on and left my panties on the floor and Mandy said she was taking me for a good talk now, and she led me to her car and said my husband was going to follow and wait for me. I asked if I could go and see him, she said no.

 

wow now that is super hot,, i am sure the hubby did enjoy very much so, I know i would

 

Well I was going to spend the day finishing off this story, but as someone keeps rating me a "bad speller", I can't be arsed

 

Ignore who's doing that,, we want to hear what happens next!

 

It's all sorted I think. Bit of a misunderstanding. But I'm a woman, I reserve the right to be stroppy when no one is keeping me in check. I've finished the story of what was a long night.

Mandy put me in her car and on the long drive to her flat she told me a few things and said that I wouldn't be seeing Dave and Bud for a while as they were off to do security at a large holiday camp for the summer. That was a relief. Imagine having to service those two every show I went to. I would have stopped going !

Mandy also said she was going to get me a pass printed so I could get into any of their shows and she wondered whether to get one for my husband as well. I said he wouldn't want to come in as he found it embarrassing when everyone knows what I do. She said he ought to be made to watch more, and then apologised for his shirt and trousers. I asked what she meant and she told me she had wanked him off in our car while they had a snog. She said she could see why I married and what a nice cock he has and asked it's size, adding that I needn't worry about her fucking him because she wasn't a slut like me, and only wanked him off for a laugh … and he had tried to stop her. She told me she had only had sex with two men in her life, her ex-husband and her partner “NP”., and she asked if I had been with anyone else tonight apart from the three men she had made me go with. I said I hadn't even had time to look around for anyone. So she said that proved I was a common slut and not a groupie, and that I may as well fuck normal men rather than limit myself to celebrities. I tried to explain that there would be no point to that, but she didn't understand the buzz it gives me to have sex with famous people. She reminded me that “doing” security men was part of “the job”.

My hubby was following us and we eventually arrived at what was obviously a council estate, and pulled up outside a square block of flats, I would say they were all around four stories high and four flats per floor, like boxes on a grassy hillside. We went in, hubby stayed in our car and we went to Mandy's flat and inside. She let me use the toilet and get cleaned up.

Mandy was drinking a glass of red wine and had poured me one, I was slightly worried she may have drugged it, she looks the type. She started taking - “So, it's about time I explained what is going on here, come and sit next to me”. I sat on the small sofa. The flat was quite small but clean and tidy. She continued “So, you have no idea our paths have crossed in the past, have you?” I said no.

“Or why I wanted you to be there tonight. Come on, stand in front of me and I'll explain”. I did as she said, shaking a little, and she pulled me closer and sat on the edge of the sofa, and undid the button on the back of my skirt and pulled the zipper down and let the skirt fall to the floor.

Mandy continued, as I stood half naked in front of her - “I like that jumper, it shows your shoulders and collar bones off with your suntan. Will you get a top similar, so that it just covers your boobs, like a loose crop-top ? Then I can invite men to put their hands up and have a feel and a squeeze. In fact I'd walk up to you and do it myself.

She put her hands up my jumper and was massaging my breasts. I reminded her that she had told me she wasn't into women, and neither was I. Mandy replied that she was getting a liking for embarrassing sluts in public, and she had some great ideas. She told me to get my phone and ring my husband and tell him to come up. I said no, and asked her not to involve him any more, but she insisted and said he was waiting for the call. “Tell him the number and to come straight in”.

I did as she said, shaking more as I pressed the buttons. She got up and then sat down again, and beckoned me over and she started cutting my jumper with a big paid of scissors, all the way round just under my breasts. She was still doing this as hubby walked in. So I was stood naked except for boots and almost a loose boob tube. Mandy asked my husband if he liked the idea of the top, and said how men could just walk up to me and cop-a-feel. She told hubby to sit down and told me to look at the spunk on his shirt, and said there was that much I can't have been looking after him properly. Then she said it was time to explain.

She pulled me over her lap, the remains of my jumper came off as she manoeuvred me and she squeezed my bum cheeks and said that she had never spanked anyone before in her life, but she was going to enjoy this. She started talking – and spanked me with every sentence.

“So Kathy. You remember going to Skipton in the past but not much about it. Well about two and a half years ago I saw you there. My husband did comedy stand-up. He'd spend a few years playing working men's clubs and pubs. Then he started to get some decent gigs. I always went with him. Skipton was fairly local, and it was a big night for us. We'd got friends and family to buy tickets, and when we arrived we walked past you in the car park. I didn't even notice you, but as we passed my husband spoke to the man you were with. You were clinging on to the man's arm. My husband said “she's a groupie”. I looked round at you in a tiny mini skirt and asked who the man was. He told me, and said you'd be going for sex in his car. I told him to keep well away from you.

“At the end of the show I went looking for him. Apparently his case was in the dressing room but he wasn't. I looked around, went out the back door. The audience had gone except for a few of our friends. I walked round the side of the hall and I saw you, , in the dark, bent over with your skirt round your waist. My husband fucking you from behind, and you sucking the other man off. I was so shocked I just walked away. That night I chucked him out, I vowed I would kick your head in if I ever saw you again, then my life went downhill, I lost the house and ended up living here. It's all you fault and you are going to pay for that”.

Mandy was slapping my bottom hard and I was crying. She was talking really nastily and told my husband to pass a bat that was on the table. It was, I presume, I table tennis bat and had sandpaper on one side. She told my husband to strip off, which he did. I asked if we could go and Mandy told me to “shut up slut”. She told my naked hubby to stand near my head and she pulled my hair and made me take his erection in my mouth but told him not to cum. She hit my bottom with the bat as I gagged on my hubby's cock, and she kept running the sandpaper side over my bum cheeks making me really sore. Hubby stopped me sucking him before long. Mandy continued -

“I have some really good ideas that you are going to help me with. Have you been to any of our late night adult shows”. I sobbed I didn't know about it. I had actually been to shows at Butlins where famous comedians did a family show early evening and then a really blue adult show later on. Probably not what Mandy was talking about.

Mandy rubbed some kind of cream into my bottom and said I was starting to bleed a little bit and she passed the cream to my hubby and told him to rub it into his cock and told him to start shaving down below because if his cock was soaked in baby oil with no hair it would look really good. She laid a towel on the floor and told me to lay on my back and she made me bend my knees, open my legs, and then hold them in the air spread while she took a few photos and then she told us to “fuck like a couple of rats on the floor” while she took some more photos. Hubby had come up me in two minutes. Mandy said that was a pity as she was going to squeeze his balls.

She said we could use the bathroom and get dressed, not that I had much of a jumper to put on. While we did she made a list, and took both our mobile numbers and home number and told me NOT to even think about letting her down. The list said - “BUY – variety of stockings, suspenders, good quality, inc fishnets. Sexy Basques with suspenders. Type that don't cover your arse or cunt, and display your breasts. School uniform with long white socks and very short, split skirt. Lot's of baby oil, high heels, and loose fitting crop tops”. The only good news was that she said it was a pity that the regular adult shows they did in Lancashire had finished for six weeks for summer holidays, although they had several new venues in the pipeline for autumn. We left. For once we didn't fuck when we got home !

Mandy had also told me that she had met two other women who were looking for me to give me a good kicking. She told me who they were. Yes I had come across them both and they had attacked me, but the weird thing is, I had never been with either of their husbands, they weren't the type. They just wanted to beat me up because I had been with other women's men ! At least I knew to avoid them in future.

 

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