Ignore him and leave for Kath's... And a night of debauchery

Ria felt creeped out and thought, what the fuck... But there was no time for drama. So she gnored the perverted doctor and contiuned to take off her tights.

She could see he was wanking as she pulled the tights from her naked feet, exposing her painted toenails.

Ria would no doubt have to deal with him later. But for now she had places to be.

High heels back on, Ria slipped the key into the ignition then turned the engine on. She gave Patel the finger, and mouthed "pervert" at him before reversing the car out the parking bay.

Finally Ria was on her way to Kath's.

As it was early autumn the mature trees which lined Kath’s street were turning from lush greens to warm shades of reds and browns.

Ria parked up her car outside a row of tidy terraced housing. She stepped out of the car then lugged her small sports bag across a carpet of leaves to meet Kath standing on her doorstep.

Kath was all dolled up in an eggshell blue knee-high dress with a cute white cardigan draped across her shoulders. Her long black hair was straightened but still had plenty of volume. Kath looked stylish yet conservative like a good Christian wife. Much how Ria would normally have dressed.

But tonight was different. Kath looked Ria up and down in her micro black dress then exclaimed, “Oh, look at you, dressed all sexy. You’re obviously out to impress the locals.”

“I just wanted to flaunt it while I’ve still got it.”

“Well, I promise you that you’ve certainly got it, girl. Bloody hott... With double T”

Ria felt herself blush. “Thanks.” But she admired Kath’s more wholesome appearance. “You look nice yourself. A little more covered up than me… I’m the slut to your Sunday School teacher.”

Kath chuckled then glanced down and Ria’s sport bag. “Overnight bag?”

“Yes.”

“Give it here.” Kath took the bag off Ria and left it in the hallway before closing the door behind her. “Let’s go.”

They walked to the foot of the street which opened into the bustling town center. It was an affluent town full of famous footballers and TV celebrities. This was the main reason why Ria’s employer had developed a local mansion into the renowned addiction center - because, we all know how rich young people usually have bad habits they need to kick.

The pair met Noreen and Aimee in a posh Italian restaurant called Pinocchio. Quite an apt name for a night full of lies and betrayal. As the girls set eyes upon each other there were lots of ear-splitting girly screams, evidence, perhaps, that they had already necked pre-night drinks.

And a sign Ria clearly had to play catch up.

Noreen was wearing a full-length red dress with a split right up her leg and plenty of cleavage showing. Obviously if Noreen wore this outfit back in her native Iran she’d be locked up or stoned. While Aimee was wearing a virgin white cocktail dress that left little to the imagination.

The four of them looked quite a sight as they sat in the bar area waiting for a table. Their eyes often flitting to scan the well rustic styled room to see if they could spot a famous patron.

The drinks flowed and soon they were sat at the table ordering their food. As the empty glasses mounted the voices raised as the morals lowered.

Conversation was in the toilet, literally, as the women were talking about their husband’s toilet habits. Ria admitted, “Dan is a shaker.”

Noreen asked, “But being Christian, doesn’t Dan have a foreskin?”

“He has. But what’s that got to do with it?”

“If he shakes after a wee, doesn’t that mean it makes quiet a mess on the seat?”

Ria shrugged her slender shoulders. “I very rarely have a wet bottom.” She sucked on the straw of her colorful cocktail. “So, I guess he must remember to put the seat up.”

“Oh… Good man.” Noreen smiled. “I know you girls think I’m a bit of slag, but I’ve only every been with Ali.” The girls all looked at Noreen to see where she was going with this. Noreen then sounded inquisitive. “So, I’m really interested in foreskins and would love to see one in the flesh.“ She then laughed, “..and know what it feels like. Please feel free to share your husband’s dick pics with me.”

There was a mixture of giggles before Kath added matter of factly. “Kris has a foreskin and its very soft. To be honest if it is clean, I like playing with it like this. “She pretended roll a foreskin between thumb and fingers. “It’s good for stress relief.” She then broke into laughter.

“I’m starting to feel foreskin envy. I might get Ali to sew his old one back on. But then again it would be a bit like a Frankenstein”

“More like, FrankenCock.”

Aimee sighed. She rested her chin on her open palm, appearing down in the dumps. “A cock is cock whether it wears a hood or not. And at the moment I’d take anything I could get, big, small, black, white or brown… even yellow green or red. I’d probably even jump on FrankenCock.”

Ria sniggered then asked Aimee. “Things still difficult at home with your husband?”

“Been months. My pussy is craving a penis. It literally bites my panties when I walk past a man.”

“Just jump on top of your husband.”

“He’s just not interested anymore and when he does it’s just a quick rut which is not satisfying for either of us. John prefers to fish and golf than fuck. He doesn’t listen to my concerns at all. And even when I’ve told him to leave he doesn’t take it seriously… we’re just existing together.”

“Gosh. Sounds awful.”

The meals arrived and the girls began to pick at their food between jokes and laugher as well as sordid tales of old flames and recent conquests. Noreen, ever the instigator of dirty conversation, asked. “So, ladies, let us talk cock sizes. Big or small? What’s best?”

Ria was first. “Dan fits me like a glove.” For once she wanted to be the center of attention…. Perhaps to prove to herself this was a new Ria. A sexually confident one. “Any bigger would probably be uncomfortable for me, really. But then again, I wouldn’t mind trying one.”

The girls broke into laughter. Noreen stopped laughing long enough to ask, “And how big is Dan?”

Aimee’s eyes widened and placed her knife and fork back on the plate. “Yeah, tell us, Ria”

“I know his exact size because he told me he actually measured himself when he was in high school.”

“How cute… So? Spill the beans.”

“He’s just under seven inches.”

Kath sighed thinking about her longtime lover. “Kris is smaller, just over six, but I’m not jealous because it can go in places others can’t, if you know what I mean?”

Aimee looked confused. “What? Like your ear?” She smirked but noticed the girls thought she was being serious. “Jokes, people, jokes. I’ve took a cock in the arse before now.”

A large table was set behind the girls but had so far remained empty. But suddenly a group of young handsome men in their twenties walked into the dining area from the bar. They were well dressed and even better groomed. All the girls stopped talking and gazed at them as they arrived at their table. Kath nodded knowingly. “Footballers.”

Ria agreed.” Must be. Those luxury wristwatches probably cost more than my SUV.”

Noreen shoved Ria on her upper arm. “The black lad, there. He was eyeing you up at the bar earlier. He couldn’t take his eyes off your bottom as you were leaning on the bar, ordering your drink.”

“Was he?”

“If you play your cards right, I think you could be a footballer’s wife.”

Aimee smirked, “Be his one-night stand more like. I get chatted up every time I’m out around here, but their only interested in sex.”

“I wouldn’t mind a bit of that, to be honest.”

Kath felt shocked and had to put her fork of tagliatelle back on the plate. “Ria!”

“What?”

“I thought you were like me, a good wife.”

Noreen laughed. “Nothing good about you Kath.”

“What do you mean?”

“I seem to remember the last time we were out you were snogging the face of that poor student.” She slipped an oyster into her mouth before adding/ “You were practically eating him alive.”

“I try to be good. The intention is there.” Kath felt embarrassed and tried to reason. “That was merely a slutty episode due to strong wine on an empty stomach. You and Aimee are always leading me astray.”

“Don’t blame us, Kath. Under that church girl appearance is a massive flirt.”

Ria finally admitted why she was up for a bit of sordid fun. “I’m only a good wife because I thought I had a good husband. And now I feel like I’ve wasted ten years and missed out on a lot of fun.”

Suddenly the mood changed at the table as the girls looked at Ria. To them Ria always seemed to be the perfect woman in a perfect marriage. Yet nobody seemed brave enough to ask what had happened.

Ria peered into her empty glass as she sensed her friends dying in anticipation. But Noreen suddenly erupted. “Hold it right there, Ria.” She put her hand up in the air and clicked her fingers. “Waiter, we need a new round of drinks.” She then returned her focus on Ria. “Sorry, but it looks like we’re going to have to be well oiled to hear this.”

Ria waited a few minutes for her drink to arrive before sharing her heartache. As she waited Kath held her hands across the table in support. The others too placed there hands on top as sign of female solidarity.

Once the waiter brought the drink, Ria settled her nerves with the fresh fruity vodka cocktail. “Dan is cheating on me.” There was a collective gasp from the girls. “I don’t know if he’s slept with the woman in question. But I know he wants to. And that’s enough for me.”

A concerned Kath asked. “How do you know?”

“Dan is a writer, it’s his hobby and he’s good at it. But I found this story on his author page which is about him and this girl. It’s too close to reality to be purely fiction.”

“Oh. That’s not the smartest thing to do.”

“I know.”

Aimee asked. “Do you know her? Is she part of your circle?”

“She is a colleague of his called Emma. I have met her once. Unfortunately, she beautiful.”

Kath, always a caring soul, tried to reassure Ria. “Men are men. Idiots. And although it’s not nice what Dan’s done, are you sure it’s worth all this heartache?” She tried to reason. “I’m not defending him, but are you sure something is really happening? I suppose what I’m trying to get at, is, that this girl might have no intentions of hurting you. She might only see Dan as a mate.”

Tears were forming and Ria had to composed herself. “I wouldn’t be usually bothered. But I know she likes him too. And I feel powerless to stop it. It’s only a matter of time because I fear he thinks Emma is better than me.”

“If he loves you, he’ll stay.”

Noreen saw that Kath was making little headway with Ria, so took a different approach. “You don’t need Dan. You’re very beautiful, got a great job with hot friends. And tonight, girl, you’re going to prove you can get any man you fucking want. “The girls all cheered and Ria raised her first real smile of the night. “And we’re not leaving until you’ve pulled.”

Aimee turned to the table of young men who were halfway through their meals. “Guys. We’re going across the road to Bar Lago. Believe me you’ll want to joining us, we’re all single and more than ready to mingle…” She winked suggestively.” … and possibly some of us are willing to fuck.”

~

Ria was already feeling more than a little tipsy as she walked arm in arm with the girls across the nocturnal street. The cool air of the night and the **** in her blood spiked her senses and gave her a buzz. She could no longer deny she felt excited about her new possibilities.

The girls stepped into Bar Lago which was a trendy nightspot with a dance floor as well as couple of private areas for the VIPs and ‘lucky couples.’ It was known to the locals as the place to spot celebs and footballers, so no matter what night of the week it was, there always seemed to have a young vibrant crowd

Noreen led the pack and strutted inside as if she owned the place and immediately ordered at the bar. Using her credit card, she requested a round of shots for everyone. Ria exclaimed, “Shots?”

“Sambucas”

Noreen lined them up in front of the girls. “Three each, ladies.”

Kath groaned.” Three? I can see me making a fool of myself again.”

Aimee picked her first shot up and passed it under her nose. She then devilishly grinned. “Messy times, here we come.”

Ria hadn’t drunk a shot of Sambuca since her college years. The girls counted to three then necked the first… then the second…. And a third in quick succession. Ria’s throat felt on fire… and the night had only just begun.”

The girls then hit the dancefloor.

Noreen once again led the charge of the dance brigade. She went about snaking her hips to the progressive house music, letting the slit in her red dress show the length of her leg to just short of her knickers.

Aimee too knew how to move and began throwing her shapes as if she was an eighteen-year-old student, her white cocktail dress riding high up her thigh as she performed slut-drops.

A group of men were alrealy begining to form, watching and waiting to take their chance.

Kath, always a little more reserved than Noreen and Aimee, smiled as she swayed her hips in a cute girlishly way. She was drinking sparkling water up a straw in a effort to dilute the **** as was determined not to end up in yet another compromising situation.

Ria also didn’t quite possess the confidence to dance with the free-spirited Noreen and Aimee, so instead joined Kath and the pair danced together.

But then something unexpected happened.

They moved in each other’s space, their noses almost touching as they spoke to each other. Ria enjoyed the scent of Kath’s floral perfume. “That smells expensive.”

“Thank you, it’s only Marks & Sparks though. But I agree, it smells as good as any Givenchy or Chanel. “

“It does.” Ria gently brushed Kath’s black hair back over her shoulder then leaned in close so she could gently smell the white skin of Kath’s slender neck. “Exquisite. Even sexy.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Kath further closed on Ria and wrapped herself around her frame, and danced together. Their bodies entwined in a tight, almost sexual embrace. “So, Ria. Feeling better being out with us?”

“Yes. Espeically you.”

“Aw, thanks. That’s what friends are for.”

“It’s nice to have friends.” Ria looked deep into Kath’s green eyes. “I’ll never take you for granted.”

“That’s lovely to hear.” Their noses brushed as they rocked together. Kath then pecked Ria on her cheek. “You’re quite a sensitive soul, aren’t you?”

“I am. But you make me feel better. Ria then leaned into a kiss. She planted her lips on Kath's, then breathlessly whispered. “Thank you.”

Kath smiled then leaned in for another kiss but this time stayed for a longer, more passionate smooch.

Clearly living the moment Kath then tasted Ria with her tongue.

Ria tasted nice.

Finally coming up for air, Kath admitted. “You’re the first girl I’ve kissed.”

“Me to.” Ria looked shocked. “ Was it good for you?”

“Yes. Was I OK?"

Ria dried her lips with the tip of her painted fingernail. “Definitely.” They both then looked a little confused at what just happened.

Noreen with her smartphone in her hand, had been filming the whole thing. She then alerted the girls by shouting. “Facebook Live, babes. And 450 likes already.”

Ria felt embarrassed while Kath gave Noreen the one finger salute. Noreen shouted, “Relax, Kath. It just our own private WhatsApp group. I thought it will be a good reminder in a few years when were old boring and sober.”

Kath gave Ria her drink then left for the toilet in a bit of a strop.

Ria was going to follow but then saw the group of footballers enter the bar, obviously on the prowl for fresh meat... Or accurately... For her.

~

You choose

Does Ria go dance with the footballers?

Or does she go to the toilet to check on Kath?

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