Was it revenge? was it just the slut in me coming to the fore? or was it an act of self discovery? Or a crisis of a woman approaching 30 years old a decade and a half later later I really don't know the answers, but I do know that when I went to the Tuxedo Princess that night I was up for it.

I had been going out with John for 12 years and the relationship had run its course, sex had fizzled out he bored me and I bored him. End of story end of affair.

It had been nearly six months since I had fucked anyone. Oh desire was still strong my fingers and clitoris were well acquainted. Just my desire for John had evaporated.

Anyway it was Saturday night and the football season had just started. Kevin Keegan was manager and John had followed the team away to Derby County - he was going to make a boys weekend of it. Well if John's team were playing away, John's woman was playing at home.

As I admired myself in front of the mirror I knew I was going to pull tonight. I looked great but I also chose my outfit with a view to access, my knickers were fastened at the sides by laces for quick removal, I opted not to wear a bra. My skirt was clinging and short, my white t shirt was tight and hugged my breasts nicely. My breasts by the way are small, for what its worth they are a 34A, but they were pert and even now don't sag. My nipples protuded visibly.

The night club was an old ferry boat and it had a revolving dance floor, we had had a little to drink for Dutch Courage but what happened can't be blamed on alcohol. I saw this guy on the dance floor, he was cute looked like a soldier and was big, I approached him and started dancing, when the music finished I asked if he wanted to stay up, he replied with a double entendre " with you I could be up all night".
"Promises promises" I replied.

During the next song he pulled me close, and kissed me. I could feel his cock through his trousers and I remember thinking "fuck the foreplay." I went for it, I stroked his cock outside his trousers and whispered "now let's see if you can stay up all night"
I unzipped his cock on the dance floor and dragged his hand up my skirt. I was absolutely sopping wet, I wanted him in my mouth, in my pussy so said "let's go to the toilets".

How slutty, how base how totally coarse but he took me into the men's toilet and into a cubicle, I went down on him the stall door was open I sucked him dry but I had not come myself. This guy was no gentleman, As I came up for air, I opened my mouth to let him see his semen on my tongue just before I swallowed.

"OK big boy," I said, "now I want to be fucked, and fucked and fucked"
"God your mental you" he said, "you want to have my mates too?"
What an offer! I grabbed the moment.
"Sure, I'm still wet and hungry" I said

It turned out he wasn't a soldier, he was actually an accountant from Leeds on a stag night out in Newcastle. He and I went to his mates and he introduced me to Jeff. It wasn't long before his hand was up my skirt. The night continued in this form but the boys all seemed coy about fucking me on the dance floor but at the end of the night I was invited back to the hotel room.

Oh, the memory, I was the girl in control. It was Ian first as it was his stag night, I undressed him with my teeth - there must have been six other guys in the room stroking their tools as I removed my clothes over a naked Ian then impaled myself on his cock and beckoned for another guy to face fuck me.

I adjusted myself, lubricated Ian and pushed my arsehole over his cock,. I thought I would be split in two as another cock entered my pussy, for the whole night it continued - and I loved it.

As the sun came up I kissed the boys one last time, then left Ian my knickers and went home. As the final touch which should have cheapened me but made me so horny, they paid me. I smiled and took the money, my act as a wanton woman had become prostitution.

As I got into the taxi home I thought "one for the road," leaned to the cabby and asked do you want a fare or can I pay you in kind?

It waas "in kind" on my living room floor, on my kitchen table and lastly deliciously in my bed. This was memorable because he not only fucked me up the arse but he wore John's dressing gown

So that was 15 years ago - never repeated - I was left happy, sore, but sated.