The Fair Comes to Town

The Fair Comes to town

It was during the August Bank Holiday of 1985 that my first marriage came to a crossroads that it never recovered from.

I was twenty-three and had been married for just over two years. I worked in a local bed-making factory, and my husband was on the North Sea oil rigs. He spent two weeks away and, in theory, a week at home.

We had been "love's young dreams" before marriage and probably for the first six months after. But in the months that followed, he would finish work on a Friday afternoon and take a helicopter to Aberdeen. Instead of rushing home to my heaving bosom, he started staying the weekend in The Granite City. "winding down," then arrived home on Monday, and then spent the week drinking until he couldn't stand up, which wasn't a great combination with his new-found pastime, the betting shop.

I, on the other hand, worked forty-plus hours a week at a brain-numbing job. I kept the house, neat and tidy and always had a hot meal waiting for him at the time he had promised to be home by, but he never arrived. Plus, after initially pining for a baby, I had more recently gone back on the pill as our sex life had dwindled to the very occasional drunken "spread your legs," followed by "huh, huh, huh," and "mmmmmm," then him rolling off and immediately falling asleep.

Despite the fact that several of my horny young male colleagues were eager to get their hands inside my knickers,

By that August weekend, I had been completely celibate for nearly three months. My husband had returned up north on Sunday afternoon. I was feeling very lonely, and I was even starting to think about starting divorce proceedings. I bumped into a younger ex-neighbor, who I hadn't seen for years, on the bus home from work on Thursday night.

Without going into intimate details about my ailing marriage, she told me that I needed a "night out on the lash." That wasn't my style, especially because married women "flying solo" was frowned upon in my town, so she suggested we go to the funfair on the Common for a laugh.

As she got off the bus, we agreed to meet at 6 pm on Friday at the bus station in town.

It was a lovely sunny and sultry evening, so I decided to wear my Wrangler jacket, with a new cotton dress that was a few inches above my knees and slightly flared. For the first time in months, I took great care with my make-up, especially the bright red lipstick.

Janet was wearing a short denim skirt and a pink cheesecloth shirt that was both a bit tight, and see-through, showing her cleavage and bright red bra.

After being convinced to have a couple of drinks to "start the night," we eventually went to the fair, which was packed with families and gangs of rowdy teenagers, but with Janet by my side, we hardly ever stopped laughing, which I'd forgotten I could do.

At about 8 pm, we went onto the Waltzer, where we soon caught the attention of the lad taking payment.

"Hello, ladies." He grinned as he held his hand out for the cash. "Are you looking for a fast ride or a slow one?" He winked.

I blushed, but Janet cheekily replied, "Oh, a fast one, of course; we both love a fast ride!"

He gave a cheeky smile and then locked the bar in place, accidentally touching my boob at the same time, making me shiver.

As the ride started. He returned and gave our car a big push, making it spin and making Janet and I squeal, which meant he gave it a two-handed push, and it spun so fast my dress lifted, giving anyone watching a view of my knickers!

The lad moved on to the other cars, but quickly returned, spinning the car again, and as my hands were gripping the bar, my dress lifted up again, much to his delight, as he was now standing inside the car with us.

"What's your name?" The badly tattooed and greasy-haired lad asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm Janet, and she's Helen." My friend replied, "Why?"

He pouted and winked again, "I'm Shane," before jumping out and giving us another two-handed spin.

Our legs were wobbly as we got off. Out of nowhere, Shane appeared between us, and slid his arms under ours, cheekily tickling our tits as he helped us onto the top step.

I couldn't believe what had just happened and looked at Janet, who was laughing her head off.

"My skirt kept blowing up!" I gasped and laughed at the same time.

"I thought my tits were going to fall out."

"Do you girls want another ride?" Shane appeared again. "Free?"

We looked at each other and laughed, nodding at him.

Back in we went. The super-fast spinning began again. Each time my dress flew up in the air, much to the delight of some dads waiting for their kids, who kept getting flashes of my knickers.

At the end, Shane asked if we wanted a third ride, but Janet said she fancied a go on the dodgems next. Pretending to be upset, he pouted and then leaned in to whisper into Janet's ear, "Come back and see me when you want a proper ride, darling." Then he tapped her behind.

Somehow he must have signaled to the guy on the dodgems, as he too had a subtle feel of our boobs as he slid the leather strap over our heads. Much to Janet's amusement and my own embarrassment (sort of).

Half an hour later, Janet wanted to go back to the Waltzer, and who was I to stop her?

The look on Shane's face was priceless when he saw us. "Back for another fast ride, ladies?"

"Do we have to pay this time?" Janet giggled.

"A ride for a ride?" He laughed.

I wasn't sure what he meant, but Janet kept giggling, then looked at me, then back at him, and nodded.

"You're on then." The scruffily handsome fairground worker grinned.

He paid us even more attention than earlier. Making the car spin faster on each rotation, I would scream my lungs out as my dress would fly up again, which was strangely turning me on, and in my more lucid moments, I was looking forward to a good fingering session when I got home.

I was very dizzy when I got off the ride and hardly noticed Shane cupping my boob as he helped me to the top step.

There was a strange look on Janet's face as Shane said, "Stay there; I'm going to get some cover."

He leaned over the railing and called to another worker, telling him to take over while he went for a break.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he had his hands around both our waists, and we were walking away from the funfair towards the trailers and vans. At this stage, I naively didn't know what they had planned. So I just kept walking, occasionally pushing his wandering hand away from my boobs.

When we arrived at a big transit van, he let go of me as he opened the back door.

"In you go, ladies," he huskily told us, and without a second thought, I ungainly followed Janet in, clambering up in the most undignified fashion, only to be helped by Shane, who slid a hand up my dress and pushed me in with a huge hand on my nylon-covered arse.

"Hey!" I called out as I landed face-first on some rough blankets.

Thankfully, he ignored me and scrambled over to Janet, who was kneeling next to some boxes. They were kissing like star-crossed lovers without saying anything. His hands were all over her tits and arse, quickly lifting her skirt up to reveal a tiny g-string.

"Oh, my God!" I wasn't expecting this! Janet wasted no time either in unbuckling his belt and pulling the zip down on his dirty jeans, while still French-kissing the hunk. With one hand still up her skirt, he eased his jeans down. I couldn't believe my eyes when his grubby pants followed and his huge cock sprang into view. Making me gasp and put my hand over my mouth.

What was going on?

Why didn't I run?

Janet quickly wrapped her hand around the shaft and began wanking it, as he unbuttoned her shirt and threw it towards me, quickly followed by her bra.

Shane now began sucking on her big boobs as she was furiously wanking him. Making his manhood grow by at least another inch, maybe two, before my very eyes.

Satisfied with the length and firmness, Shane pushed Janet down onto the blankets and said, "get your knickers off."

She already had them down to her knees, and as soon as they were off, she automatically spread her legs out for him.

The horny fairground worker rubbed his knob along her slit, then looked at me and winked. Then slowly slid his massive cock deep into my friend's young fanny, making her grunt and pant for breath.

Once fully inside her, he looked at me and grinned. With his hands clasped to her wobbly boobs, he began ferociously fucking her. Only three feet away from me, I could hear every single noise they were making, and the smell of sex was intoxicating.

I had no idea that sex could be this raw and exciting. Janet kept grunting and bucking her hips to meet his rugged thrusts: "Fuck me harder, you bastard!" She occasionally cried out. Shane responded with some vicious thrusts that sent her back a foot or so until she was pressed back against a wooden box.

"Where do you want it?" Shane finally panted, "Your cunt or your tits?"

"My tits! My tits! I'm not on the pill!" Janet squealed.

Now, sitting cross-legged with my back to the van's side, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when he pulled his cock out. It, sitting cross-legged with my back to the van's side, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when he pulled his cock out. It was "covered" in her slime and was simply huge! I had no idea that cockroaches could be that big.

Janet maneuvered onto her knees and pulled his long cock between her quivering tits. She then rubbed her tits up and down the shaft, licking the shiny knob when it appeared at the top end.

"Do you sucky?" He grunted, and Janet nodded. "Suck me off then."

All kinds of emotions were flying through my mind. This was madness, but I couldn't look away, especially when Janet grabbed his cock and pulled it into her mouth. I had no idea that this was something people did. My God, she looked so sexy as she wanked his shaft, cupped his balls, and used her mouth to please the young lad.

Now I'm really excited. Shane pushed her hand away and began wanking his cock into her mouth as she gripped his thighs, and with one vicious thrust and a guttural gasp, he orgasmed inside my friend's mouth! Then he grabbed her by the hair and forced her face even deeper onto the shaft: "That's it. Take it all, you dirty cunt. swallow it all."

From the look on Janet's pretty little face, I wasn't sure that the instruction was necessary, but it sounded very sexy and masterful indeed.

Still, with her face impaled on his cock, Shane looked over at me. "That turn you on?"

I didn't know how to honestly reply, so I shook my shoulders, which made him laugh out loud.

"It fucking did, didn't it?" He joked, "I bet your fanny's soaking, isn't it?"

Slightly scared, I shrugged.

Janet was now lying on her back, and Shane was standing in front of me, with his cock dangling between his legs, not as hard as before when it was standing to attention but still probably two or three inches longer than my husband's.

"Show me how wet you are." He glared at me as his cocky shoulder swayed from side to side.

"What do you mean?" I whimpered.

"Show me how wet you are; pull your knickers down."

"Go on, Helen," Janet giggled; "show him your fanny... "I'm sure he can hold it for another fuck if you do."

"Show me," Shane grunted.

I uncurled my legs and did as I'd been told, slowly pulling my nylon knickers down my legs, no longer caring that this stranger could see my hairy pubes and swollen pink fanny flaps.

"I thought you were going to play with yourself when you were watching."

"You couldn't take your eyes off us, could you?" He laughed.

He was right, so I shook my head.

"Fucking hell. Your fanny is soaking wet. "Look, it's running on the floor."

He was correct once more; I "was so turned" on" that I could feel my juices overflowing.

"Take your dress off and show me your tits."

Shaking I obediently followed his instructions, again, quickly discarding my denim jacket and unbuttoning my dress.

"Fucking hell!" Shane laughed out loud: "Is that a fucking wedding ring?" I quickly pulled my hand down, but Janet answered for me.

"Yes, but her husband hasn't given her any in months, which is why I brought her here."

"Get your tits out then, married lady."

I scowled at my friend, who was beaming from ear to ear... but complied, nervously unclipping my bra and placing it beside me, allowing my friend and this young stranger to inspect my firm 32B's as I knelt in front of them.

"Okey dokey, married lady, it's your turn to get me hard again." suck it!"

His long cock was now dangling only six inches in front of my face, and I could not only see the last drops of spunk on it but also smell it and Janet's fanny juices too.

"But... I've never..."

"what? He laughed as he rubbed his sticky cock across my cheeks and nose. "This is going to be your first blow job?"

I nodded as he ran the fat knob along my lips. "Open up, married lady, open up."

With a deep inhalation through my nose, I did as ordered, and he slowly fed his cock into my mouth.

"Take it, married lady. take it!"

Without knowing what I was doing, I tried to copy what Janet had done, and thankfully, Shane soon began to sigh--with pleasure.

Sucking a stranger's cock was a lot of fun... and a lot of sexiness, especially when I felt it swell and grow inside my mouth.

Shane then grabbed the back of my head and forced it further onto his ever-swelling cock. He was now fucking my mouth as he playfully slapped my tits and very sensitive nipples.

Soon his cock was too hard for him to stay in this position, so he pulled out and made me get on my hands and knees on the blanket.

Once there, I assumed the doggy position, which I'd enjoyed on my honeymoon and shortly after, but hadn't been fucked in for over two years.

He knelt behind me and nudged my legs further apart before touching my married fanny with his huge bell-end, which made me flinch.

"Ready married lady?" Shane chuckled as his knob penetrated my pussy, sliding in about three or four inches and making me whimper. "Fucking hell, missus; this is too tight. "What has your husband got, a fucking pencil?"

Obviously a rhetorical question, I didn't answer but flung my head back as he forced even more of his dirty cock into my under-used pussy.

I was quickly panting for air and swinging my head back and forth as Shane built up a head of steam, fucking me like a wild stallion. To the accompaniment of Janet shouting, "That's it! Fuck her really hard! Make her scream!"

At one stage, when he had slowed down and was pinching my nipple, I wailed, "This is so good... so amazing!" which made them both laugh.

I have no idea how long this lasted--ten minutes or fifteen? But he lasted much, much longer than I'd ever known; and it wasn't until later that I realized he could last this long after having cum in Janet's mouth so quickly before.

I couldn't stop slapping my pert arse cheeks and rubbing my clitoral area while pushing my hips backward to match his fierce fucking, making me cum twice in quick succession.

I was like a rag doll when I felt him speed up one more time and then shoot his spunk deep into my married fanny, before unceremoniously pulling out and letting me fall forward into a well-fucked heap. But he wasn't finished with me; kneeling beside my face; he flopped his sticky cock onto my cheek.

"Clean it up so I can get back to work."

Without a care in the world, I gleefully licked and sucked every drop of his seed and my juices off his gnarly shaft until he grabbed my hair and forced his semi-hard dick deep into my throat, making me gag. But both he and my friend laughed loudly.

"Okay ladies, get your drawers on; I've got work to do." Our young lover declared as he fumbled for his underwear.

Five minutes later, he was swaggering back to the rides as I was still fastening the buttons on my dress.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Janet giggled.

"I suppose so," I replied as the magnitude of what had just happened began to hit me.

"I suppose so." she hissed,

"Fuck off Helen. You fucking loved that! "That was the best fuck you've ever had, wasn't it?"

With a sly smile, I looked at her and nodded as I looked at my watch. Unbelievably, it was still less than thirty minutes since we had entered his van, and he'd fucked us both in ways I'd never believed possible.

Half an hour later, we were being chatted up by three much older men in a nearby bar. but after a few minutes of thought, I decided my fanny couldn't take any more. At least not tonight.

Much to her disappointment, I told Janet that I was going home--alone.

"Come on, babes; I've got the hots for the big lad." She pleaded after pulling me to one side. Still trying to make sense of what I'd just done in the van, I shook my head.

"I'm going home. sorry." Then I waved to the guys and left the bar, heading for the bus stop. As I crossed the road, I could still hear the music coming from the fair and absentmindedly thought about going back, but quickly came to my senses.

A few minutes later, I was on the bus heading home. As I remembered having raw sex with a stranger in his van while my friend watched us swill around inside my head, I was both smiling and crying.

By the time I arrived home, the little devil on my shoulder had won the battle. I wasn't even through the front door when I started pulling my knickers down and sliding my fingers into my freshly fucked fanny.

I then hobbled into the living room, fingers still in situ, and flopped on the sofa, where I masturbated like a frenzied whore. For the first time in my life, I frigged myself with two fingers embedded in my cunt while I rubbed my clitoral area with the other hand. making me slide across the plastic material. I soon became so enthralled that I drew out my sticky fingers and licked and sucked them like a cock substitute... with an hour's worth of spunk on them.

This pushed me over the edge, and I came like I'd never come before, shaking like a shitting dog. When I got my breath back, I walked into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, and still being knickerless seemed very naughty indeed.

As I waited for the kettle to boil, I spotted the fruit bowl and, with a twinkle in my eye, selected the biggest and firmest banana for round two.

I made my coffee and went back into the living room. Now completely naked, I lay on the sofa and spread my legs, rubbing the banana along my very sticky slit. Satisfied there was enough "fanny lube" on it, I slowly slid it in. I'd never done anything like this before, and the anticipation was mind-blowing. I found myself puffing my cheeks out as inch after inch of fruit filled my married fanny, just like the fairground worker had done just over an hour previously.

I was much slower and more sensual this time, even pulling on my nipples as I fucked myself with the banana. I don't know exactly, but I guess I was doing this for ten minutes or so before the desire for another orgasm took over and I frantically fucked myself while rubbing my engorged clit at exactly the same speed, making my back arch and my cunt grind onto the banana. I came with a piercing scream that left me clammy and panting for breath.

By now, it was nearly 11 pm and I needed to go to bed; although sleep was difficult to come by as so many things were spinning around inside my head. Sleep finally found me at about 2 am and I woke up about 8 am.

Although I'd hardly had anything to drink the night before, I felt like I had a hangover. Can you have a sexual hangover?

Coffee and toast quickly made me feel better and sexier!

While I couldn't keep my hand away from my fanny, I didn't make myself cum. Even in the shower, some kind of self-induced perversion occurs. I suppose.

I eventually selected my short denim dress to wear for shopping, without a bra, a combination that had me giddy with excitement every time I bent over in the supermarket, wondering if men could see my red knickers or my nipples.