Bernie woke to find a pink stain in her knickers while she was changing and getting dressed. She wasn’t sore, more tender than anything. Padraig better be grateful, after all she didn’t want to do it, but did anyway. There was many a thing she’d contemplate doing, fantasizing about but anal wasn’t one of them. The dirty talk last night really turned her on though she had to admit. Talk was cheap and she’d never dream of having a threesome, Jesus at her age, it was just crazy, but she liked to imagine it. She had for many a year. Her and two strangers…Jesus snap out of it Bernie. Catch yourself on. She went down and boiled the kettle. Soon Padraig appeared and asked how things were, was she ok after last night and replied all’s grand. She asked if he enjoyed it and he told her how it felt inside her arse, how tight and pleasurable, he then whispered in her ear how she was like his own fuck toy. Bernie liked the talk. Niamh was her flesh and blood, she’d die for Niamh, so she seen this as looking after Niamhs marriage. Keeping Padraig happy, kept their marriage alive. She was turned on by names he called her. Fuck toy..made her feel slutty and she loved it. They talked briefly, talked about the end of summer bbq up at Donnellys on Sunday evening and was he working on the Monday as it was a bank holiday, he said he wasn’t sure what was happening. He’d leave it up to Niamh. Bernie said she’d love to see him there. She was buying a new outfit for it and said he’d love it. He grabbed her bum, squeezed and said I’d love to ride you right now, she said why didn’t he, Niamh was sleeping, but he didn’t have time. He’d better go. I’ll talk to you later Bernie he said. She replied with I can’t wait.
Terry Mc Starry was every inch the whore master. His promiscuity caused him his marriage and home. He couldn’t help himself. He worked as a sales rep for the meat company Padraig was at. While they didn’t know each other, he’d heard of Terry sexual exploits. He was there east and Midlands rep so he covered Offaly, Meath ,Kildare, Louth as well as Dublin and Wicklow. He was living in Dublin and only was down at the factory once a month to touch base with the bosses. Padraig made his way over to him in the canteen. Got talking, football and hurling to start and then women. He started to tell wild stories about women, married and single, old and young, it didn’t matter. He’d ride the harp of a halfpenny. Interesting thought Padraig. Padraig asked about age limits on how old would e g, he responded with if it’s a pulse it’s fair game. Jesus he was perfect. He didn’t know Padraig or his family. He didn’t know Bernie either. He was only down here for two hours once a month. He asked him would he fancy a one off threesome with a widow who lived in the town, he said no problem, just no gay stuff. Padraig agreed. He said about bbq on Sunday. He could meet her there. Terry said he wasn’t sure if he could make it down, he’d let him know by the weekend. Padraig explained he’d have to convince her and that it would only be a meet up to see if they clicked, Terry understood and passed him his card. Ring me on Friday night. Not a bother said Padraig.
He never opened his mouth to Bernie. He just went about his business, looked about Niamh that week. On the Thursday evening when he went to collect Niamh the three of them were all talking. Cahir was out on the lash, and Niamh suggested they go to the bbq for the craic. Even just to show there face for an hour. Padraig agreed. He then asked Bernie could he use her toilet and she said don’t be silly, he didn’t have to ask, he then said to Niamh give him a minute and then they’d head home. Ok Padraig. What was really on his mind was blowing his load. He needed to wank, so as he was about to enter the bathroom he changed his mind. He went into Bernies bedroom, he flicked the light on and went to her knicker drawer. He pulled out a pair of satin panties, then went to her wardrobe and found the navy trousers. He laid the garments on the bed and started to pull himself off. It didn’t take long before he shot the load over the trousers and panties. He wiped his dripping cock around the crotch of the trousers. He left everything on the bed. He then went down to Niamh, thanked Bernie for helping and the two of them went home.
When Bernie retired for the night she’d seen what he’d done. Fuck..it so turned her on. She stripped down to her underwear and climbed into bed. She got the wet panties and sticky trousers and rubbed it around and up her cunt, before massaging her clit and cumming herself, leaving the sheets between her legs soaking.. She couldn’t wait to the bbq, couldn’t wait to see Padraig’s face when she’d wear her knew outfit, it would be a Sunday evening as well, bank holiday weekend and getting his cock, what could be better, with that she fell asleep