I hadn't been called Vicky Porter for a long...long time, not since I'd married John Clarke twenty years ago, I studied her face a little closer, Jenny Wren jumped into my head, a girl that I knew from my childhood...and then my conversation with the delivery driver popped into my head when he told me that his flower delivery was for a Jenny Baker and my analytical computer between my ears put two and two together and made...Jenny Wren was now married to a Mr Baker.

"Jenny...Jenny Wren?"

She giggled and said, "Baker now, not Wren but I've been through Black...my first husband was William Black, my second was Peter Akins, third was Mark Bentham and my fourth was Benjamin O'Dowed...I'm sure that's it, well, and of course Paul Baker is soon to be my fifth ex-husband, we're between the 'Nisi' and the 'Absolute' at the moment.

Hearing Jenny rattle through five husbands...well, five ex-husbands caused a gasp from me and wrapped inside that gasp was a, '"My God, five different men in just twenty years!"

Jenny gave my shocked gasp a broad grin, "Any chance of a cup of coffee or tea, they haven’t turned my gas or electricity on yet and all I've got at home is a thermos flask of hot water until they reconnect my house?"

I opened the door wider, "Go through to the kitchen, I just have to run upstairs and grab a clean top and I'll make you one!"

Jenny grabbed my arm, "You don't need to get all dressed up for me, come on, we have twenty years to catch up on and not much time to do it!"

So, there I was, in my kitchen, almost topless with a woman that I hadn't known for more than twenty years and making her a cup of coffee. She laughed at me, "You look so uncomfortable Vicky, don't you usually wander around your own house wearing your underwear and nothing else?"

I laughed myself then, "Not as a rule, my husband isn't the kind of man that likes to look on my body...actually, he doesn't seem to like bodies at all, not even his own I don't think. We tend to all just keep dressed around the house as much as possible!"

"You mean you and John?"

"All of us."

"And who is all of you?"

"Well, me and John...naturally, then there is Sarah, she's our eldest daughter, almost eighteen years old, Dawn, she's sixteen, our middle child and Peter, almost fourteen!"

Jenny smiled at me, "Well, only one man in your life and the two of you knocked out three kids in just four years! Is your son handsome?"

"Well, naturally every mother thinks her son is handsome!"

That caused a sneer of derision from Jenny, "So...not handsome at all then, is he at least fit...I mean, is he tall and slim or short and fat?"

At that moment the back door opened and Peter walked in...well, rather he ran in, ran past me and into the toilet at the back of the utility room. He'd ran past me at about a million miles an hour while my head was still turning to look at the back door, I was frozen for a moment but then I ran as well, through the living room and up to my bedroom to find a clean top to put on. As soon as I was properly dressed, I returned to the kitchen and walked in on Jenny and Peter talking, Jenny was sitting at the kitchen table and Peter was standing at the seat that I had been sitting on, he was leaning forwards with both hands on top of the table.

"...your mother told me that you were handsome but I didn't believe her...mother's tend to exaggerate things like that..." Jenny's hand had snaked over the tabletop to Peter's wrist and she was stroking her fingertips up and down over his forearm, "...are you strong...good with your hands?"

I saw Peter blush and he moved his bottom back a little to take the pressure off of the front of his trousers because he'd suddenly grown an erection.

I closed the kitchen door and Peter suddenly jumped away from Jenny, in jumping backwards, he straightened his body and the front of his trousers tightened across his abdomen, showing off quite a tent in the front of his cricket trousers. I felt my face blush when I saw the size of his erection through his trousers.

"My garden will need weeks of work to get over five years of neglect Peter, I'm willing to pay you to work on it, just call around Cherry Blossom Cottage on Avenue Road any time you're passing and we can have a little chat about things!"

Peter turned his back on me and said, "I've got to get back...I needed the toilet and no one opened the pavilion up this morning, I'll be in at bat any minute..." and with that he was gone.

Jenny giggled at my son's reaction and as the back door closed, she said, "Do you think Peter is still a virgin?"

"Still a virgin...Peter is only thirteen...of course he is still a virgin!"

"There's no 'of course' about it Vicky, can't you remember what we got up to at the comprehensive school behind the bike sheds with boys when we were thirteen?"

I gave her a confused look, "We didn't have bike sheds at my school...no boys either!"

"What school did you go to then back then?"

"Saint Josephine's Convent School."

"Really, I didn't think that I actually knew any convent school girls...you weren't a Catholic were you...I'm sure that we sang in the choir together at the Saint Mary's church, didn't we?"

"We did and I wasn't a Catholic, I wasn't really brought up in any religion."

"So, does Peter go to a single sex school?"

"No, they closed all of the single sex schools around here a good few years ago, he's at the Academy."

"Well, at least I don't have to ask if he's interested in girls...he proved he was interested by his reaction to my hints to him that I needed a little help around my house. Mind you, he didn't seem to notice that you were standing there with your bra on top when he rushed into the kitchen and that worried me a little!"

"Why?"

"In my experience, a boy of Peter's age, seeing his mother dressed the way you were when he came home, would have stopped him in his tracks...most teenage boys have several fantasies involving their mothers and sisters, especially older sisters."

"Jenny...you're just a pervert, not all boys have sexual fantasies about their family."

Jenny laughed, "They all do but most of them don't act on them!"

We settled down to drinking our coffee and Jenny started going through the reasons why her various marriages didn't work out and half way through marriage number three, her telephone received a text message, she said, "Who-bloody-ray! Southern Energy is sending someone over this afternoon between twelve and two o'clock..." Jenny checked her watch, "...I'd better get back home, I don't want to miss the bugger. Would you like to come and see what I've done with the old Pinkerton's house already?"

Jenny finished off her third marriage as we walked back to Cherry Blossom Cottage, she made me a cup of coffee from her thermos flask, and then took me on a guided tour of the house, the last time I'd been in the house was on the day that Mrs Pinkerton was found dead, I'd locked the house up and passed her keys on to the court probate officer to hold while they searched out a will...if one existed!

"How come you've divorced five husbands?"

"I have a simple rule, if my husband fails to give me a minimum of twelve orgasms a year, I class the marriage as over!"

I almost spat my coffee out at that comment and repeated, "Twelve orgasms a year..." in an incredulous voice.

"I've studied sex for twenty years...on average a man will have a minimum of one orgasm a week, so if he can't be bothered to give me one orgasm for every four he has himself then it has to be over for us...how often do you and your husband have sex Vicky?"

I hid my blushing face behind my coffee cup, "We do it about ten times a year I guess."

"Well, that's over double the national average, after seven years of marriage, most women are down to sex four or five times a year. Do you have an orgasm every time?"

I nodded my head, "Well, almost every time...I have to be in the mood for sex of course but if I am in the mood then I have an orgasm."

Jenny had been working in the sex therapy world since she came out of university and from her extensive studies on the subject, she had evidence that most men had four times the amount of sex than their wives did, "A man will masturbate himself or let another man masturbate him, they will use the services of a sex worker or take a girlfriend...even on an innocent walk in the woods, most men would be looking for a sexual opportunity, either with another man or a woman, just strangers passing in the dark! Anyway, enough talk of work, come and see what I've done with the old place if you've finished your coffee!"

Jenny had decorated from the basement to the attic, the whole house was light and airy, well, with the exception of one piece of furniture, it was in her master bedroom, a huge mahogany double fronted wardrobe, it looked so out of place in her decorative scheme that it caused me to start as I walked into the bedroom...she said, "I know that it's monstrous but I had it made for me when I was on holiday in Indonesia, the louvers on the doors actually work, they can be altered..." she took a hold of one slat on the left door and lifted it, all the other slats followed it but to my surprise, the underside of every slat was totally white, "...The underside of the slats are made from Japanese white oak and they make it look like a totally different piece of furniture!"

I could see how, in the daylight, the white slats would make the bedroom bright and cheery and that the almost black mahogany would help to make the room darker at night but the intermediate state...I couldn't see why a wardrobe would need a position where the wardrobe doors were open like that to let dust into the clothes hanging beyond.

Jenny whispered, "Vicky, if Peter were going to take me up on my offer to help clear my back garden of all the weeds, do you think he would rush around today or perhaps come around later in the week?"

I flipped the louvers back to the mahogany side, "Well, he's arranged to play football after his cricket match today so...probably later in the week...why?"

She looked over at me and smiled as she whispered again, "I don't think he's going to play football!"

I walked over to the window where she was looking out, Peter was walking up and down the street in front of Cherry Blossom Cottage, five houses to the left and turn, then five houses to the right and turn again. The window was open and I could hear him huffing and puffing as he lugged his heavy cricket bag up and down Avenue Road and then he suddenly stopped, turned to face Jenny's front door and start down her front garden path.

Jenny grabbed my left arm and pulled me back to her wardrobe, she opened the left hand door and pushed me into the clothes inside her closet, she put her index finger against her lips and shushed me before closing the door on me and then lifting the louvers to their mid point, the white side pointing up and the dark side pointing down.

I heard the front door knocker rap against the door, Jenny shouted out, "The door's open, I'm in the front bedroom!"

I heard a loud clunk as Peter's cricket bag hit the floor, just inside the front door, before taking the stairs at a run, two steps at a time. He rushed into Jenny's bedroom and stopped at the side of her bed, she was folding clothes and placing them into drawers in her dressing table, "I'll be with you in a...oh, Peter...I thought that you were the man from the electricity supplier, come to turn me on!"

Peter shook his head, "I'm not from the electricity company but I still want to turn you on!"

He walked around her bed, walked straight up to her and hooked the back of her neck with his left hand, pulling her face into his and crushing her lips with his, Jenny started to shuffle backwards and turning the two of them so that Peter's right hand side was towards me, I covered my mouth with my hand to hold back the gasp as I saw Peter's hand mauling Jenny's left tit through her dress.

He massaged her breast for a few minutes and then his hand slipped down from her tit and he started stroking down over her ribcage until his hand disappeared between their bodies. Jenny managed the movement again, she backed away from him a little whilst pushing against his chest to part their bodies while still engaged in their kiss, there was another little turn so that I had a clear view of Peter's hand, now between her legs, cupping her vagina through her dress.

Their lips finally parted and Jenny looked at Peter for a moment as he rubbed her cunt through her dress and his lefy hand slipped onto her right breast.

"Peter, what do you want?"

Peter looked down at Jenny's bed for a moment and as he did that, Jenny looked over at me...I wasn't sure if she could actually see me in the darkened wardrobe but she gave me a little smile as Peter said, "I want to fuck you!"

"Really...your mother was sure that you were still a virgin!"

Peter laughed at that comment.

"You aren't still a virgin then?"

"No, I lost my virginity a couple of years ago!"

It was a good job that my hand was still over my mouth, it stopped me gasping at the news that my son lost his virginity so long ago...although, thinking about it, it could have been Peter just exaggerating things...he could have still been a virgin but wanting to make Jenny think he was more experienced than he really was.

"So, who did you lose your virginity to Peter?"

Peter grinned at Jenny, he was closing in on her again, this time he lifted her hair off of her neck with his left hand while he unfastened the clasp at the back of her collar with his right hand...then as he pulled her zip down, all the way to her knickers, exposing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress, he said, "The players at my dad's old football club used to have a party every month, the last party that we went to before my dad left the club, the goalkeeper's wife, Penny Gamble, took me to her bed, just before we left the party."

Peter was actually only eleven years old when we went to that party, I remembered it because it was actually the last party that John and I had taken our children to because things had been getting very much out of hand, the men at the party had flirted with me, Sarah and Dawn all evening and while John had kept his eye on me and our daughters all evening, Peter had been allowed to play a game of subbuteo with Robert Gamble, Penny and Malcolm's son, in his bedroom at the party house. John had noticed that several of the players from his football team were pairing off with the wives of other players and seeing the way that the wind was blowing, he had stopped accepting invitations to their parties completely.

I had no idea what had happened between Peter and Penny Gamble at that party, I had actually thought that Penny had set her cap at John, while her Malcolm had taken me to see his new home entertainment system where he flirted with me as he showed off his work, Malcolm was our local electrician and was always offering to wire things in for us. I was playing a little memory file for that party three years earlier in my head as I watched Peter fondling Jenny's tits. He moved his hands to her hips and started to pull her knickers down, she started giggling and turned to face me as Peter reached around her body and started fingering her cunt and biting the back of her neck.

Jenny was looking straight at me as she said, "How does my body compare to your mother's Peter?"

I stopped reviewing my memory file at the point where John ushered Sarah and Dawn into Malcolm's home entertainment room, Penny had rushed into the kitchen to look at the food that was warming through in her oven, Malcolm had me in the corner of the room and was stroking my bare shoulders and up to my neck, there was a lot of flesh on show because I was wearing a summer dress with spaghetti string straps. The memory file was replaced with the thought, 'Ha! He has no idea what I look like under my clothes!'

Peter massaged her clitoris to a mini-orgasm, as he kissed the back of Jenny's neck, "Your tits are firmer than my mum's, her tits have more of a teardrop shape when she takes her bra off but the biggest difference between your tits is that her nipples grow massively when she's excited, I can even see them through her bra and top whenever a man flirts with her and her pussy looks more like an Ewok's than a humans...her hairs stretch all the way from her belly button right out to her hips and way below her cunt, you never see anything of her cunt until she's wet!"

I was blinking now in total shock, I wanted to rush out and demand to know when he had ever seen me naked...even his father wouldn't have been able to give Jenny such a perfect description of my naked body. We never saw each other naked, we only had sex on rare occasions and that was always at night and always in the dark...never anything more adventurous than missionary position sex so we'd never seen each other's naked bodies.

Jenny pulled Peter's hands away from her pussy and got her breath back, she turned to face him, her back was touching the wardrobe door. She exhaled a deep breath to come down from her mini orgasm, "I want to see what you look like under that football kit..." Peter stripped off and as he did that, she continued, "...How come you know exactly what your mother looks like in the nude? I mean, it isn't like your mother wanders around at home in the nude, does she?"

Peter was finally totally naked, his cock standing straight out from his body, he had at least a six inch long cock, but quite fat, he rubbed it in his hand, pulling his foreskin back to show off his glistening crown, "No, she doesn't but there's a door into the airing cupboard on the landing and I peep at her in the bathroom." As Peter was telling Jenny that little story, he closed in on her and dragged her to the bed, throwing her on her back on the mattress.

He didn't need to use his hand to aim his cock at her pussy, he just lowered his body and lined himself up for a perfect entry, he slowly bottomed out in her vagina and wiggled his bum from side to side as he tested the seating of his cock in her cunt...John did almost the same to me when we fucked, he entered me gently, rocked for a few seconds and then he went crazy for thirty to forty seconds until he spilled his beans in me...if I managed to reach an orgasm before he spunked into me he was happy, he kissed me goodnight, Rolled off of me, landed on his side with his back to me and fell quickly into a happy, contented, sleep. If he climaxed before I did, he would apologise, he still rolled off of my body but this time, he would lie, facing me, his arm over my body as if trying to comfort me in my disappointment at not getting to my own orgasm, holding me until he fell asleep.

I counted 'Two...three' in my head, this was the point that John would start bouncing up and down on top of me, twenty to thirty seconds of rapid movement and it would all be over, 'Three...four', wait a minute...Peter's doing it all wrong, at 'Seven', he slowly pulled his hips back, sliding his cock out of her body until just the head was still engaged and then he slowly lowered his body again and let his hips rock from side to side again. Jenny groaned with pleasure, "You're very good at this, how many women have you had sex with so far?"

"Penny Gamble a few times and about six girls from school so far!"

There was a ping from Jenny's mobile phone, Jenny read the incoming text message and then she showed it to Peter, "The man from the electric company will be here in about fifteen minutes. We could stop now and try again later on tonight...I don't want to get caught with a fourteen year old boy in my house, people will start to talk about me!"

The movement was sudden and energetic, 'There, he's fucking her properly now...just the way that his father fucks me!' popped into my head as Peter fucked Jenny frenetically. After a few seconds, I started to count, I reached three hundred and twenty and stopped, I was bored with counting but Peter was still going.

Jenny said, "When you spy on your mother in the bath, do you imagine doing this to her?"

He gasped a long, slow, "Ohhhhh...myyyyy...Goddddd...yessssss!" and then his body fell on top of hers as he gasped for breath after his orgasm.

Jenny looked straight at the wardrobe door and even in the darkness, her eyes locked with mine and she grinned at me before saying, "Come on Peter..." she pushed him off of her body, "...the electric man could be here any second now!"

Jenny rolled off of the bed and walked straight towards me, I thought that she was about to expose me but at the last step, she turned the handle on the door next to me and opened that side of the double space, Jenny was reaching for a dress when Peter stepped up behind her and rubbed his re-inflated cock against her buttocks as he kissed the back of her neck and said, "Can I still come back again later on tonight please Jenny?"

Peter was just a microsecond away from seeing me hiding at the back of the other side of the large wardrobe but Jenny was on her toes, she managed to turn Peter so that his back was to me, he was almost in the wardrobe with me as they kissed and then Jenny did something to shock me, she reached into my side of the wardrobe, grabbed my right wrist and pulled my hand over to my son's body, pulling my hand between them and forcing my palm on his hard cock as she said, "What time will you be back?"

"What time would you like me to come back?"

"I'd like you to spend as much time fucking me as possible before you have to go home."

"I can come back after dinner, I'll tell my mum and dad that I'm sleeping over at one of my friend's houses..." Jenny was rubbing my hand up and down Peter's cock, I'd never done it before to any man but as Jenny was driving things, I actually closed my fist around my son's cock and gripped it while Jenny moved my hand up and down between their bodies. His cock must have still been full of semen from his climax in Jenny earlier because his spent jizz was pumping over my palm as I rubbed him.

Jenny actually had to pull my hand away from Peter's cock as his lips left hers, she pushed my arm back into the shadow of the wardrobe.

Peter said, "Oh, why did you stop, I was about to cum again!"

Jenny giggled, "I didn't want you wasting a single drop and I didn't want to have to shower in cold water before the electricity man comes to turn the power on! Now get dressed and bugger off home...so that you can come back all the sooner!"

I was about to but in with, 'It doesn't work like that, dinner is always at six thirty!' but I managed to stop myself.

I watched my naked son walking away from the wardrobe, I actually had a thought, 'I wonder why his father has never asked me to rub his cock for him, even without any experience, Peter seemed to enjoy what I was doing for him!' Jenny was looking over her shoulder as Peter started to get dressed, she was reaching in for her clean dress but, because she wasn't looking at what she was doing, she missed her dress and rubbed her hand over my left breast, pinching my aching nipple and twisting it playfully.

Peter was going through her bedroom door as her hand slipped down from my breast and down between my legs. Her hand movement was as fast as lightning, lifting the front of my skirt and forcing its way between my legs, "Well...well, at least you can't say that it didn't excite you watching Peter fuck me..." Jenny pulled the gusset of my knickers to one side and she found my swollen clitoris, she applied a ton of upward pressure and started to rub her finger back and forth so fast that it felt just a vibration rather than a feeling of movement, "...you look really sexy when you climax Vicky...it's a pity I don't have enough time to fuck you properly with a few of my toys!"

My knees gave way under me and she let me fall to the floor, my head banging on the back of her wardrobe door, sending it flying open as Jenny pulled her clean summer frock over her head and let it fall down her body. Looking up, I could see all the way up to her breasts under her dress.

I eventually dragged myself to my feet and saw Jenny looking out into the street, she said, "Hey, wasn't it Malcolm Gamble's wife that took Peter's virginity?"

I gasped for breath, panting down from the most powerful orgasm of my life, "That's...what...he...said! Why?"

"And, wasn't it Malcolm Gamble that was hitting on you at the party three years ago when John crashed your fun with your daughters in tow?"

I nodded my head as I was still trying to get my breath back from the crushing orgasm that Jenny had given me.

Jenny put her hand on my chest and pushed me back, "Would you like to hide in the wardrobe again, see if I can get Malcolm to perform on me while you see what you missed out on three years ago?"

I pushed past her and looked out of her window, there was a white van parked in front of her drive with 'M. Gamble, Electrical Services' painted on the side'.

Okay, I'd only ever watched one live sex act in my life and that was just ten minutes ago, I would really have liked to watch Malcolm fucking Jenny but I wasn't sure that Jenny would allow me to remain hidden from Malcolm, I wouldn't put it past her dragging me out into the open half way through fucking him,. I said, "I've got to go!" in a wild panic.

Jenny grabbed my wrist, "You look a little up-tight..." she forced a box in my hand, "...here, when you get home, put a few drops of this into a hot bath and relax in the water for thirty minutes!"

As I ran down the stairs, I looked at the box, there was a small picture of Jenny in the top right hand corner of the box and the name printed under her picture was, 'Baker's Calm down and Relax Preparation'

I opened the front door just as Malcolm was about to knock on the door, "Mrs Baker...oh! Hi Vicky, long time no see!" Malcolm punctuated that comment with a kiss on my left cheek as he held my shoulders in his hands and as soon as he had finished that kiss, his eyes dropped to my chest to look at my massively engorged nipples pushing at the front of my bra and t-shirt.

Jenny appeared at my side and draped her left arm over my shoulder, "I'm Mrs Baker."

Malcolm stepped away from me and gave Jenny a hungry look as he said, "Good afternoon Mrs Baker, I'm here to check the wiring and turn the power on for you...erm, I'm representing Southern Energy today..." Malcolm picked his toolbox up and then he continued with, "...it's party night tonight at my house Vicky, you know that you and the kids are always welcome but it might be better if you leave John at home this time darling!"

Jenny left the front door wide open as she invited Malcolm into the house. He dumped his toolbox by the door to the little cupboard under the stairs where the electricity meter lived and then he and Jenny went into the living room together.

"So...Malcolm...how do you know my friend Victoria?"

I saw Malcolm crouch down in front of a socket outlet in the living room to check that the face plate was fitted properly, "We almost became very close friends a few years ago until her husband and kids broke up the party!"

I heard Jenny purr, "Ohhhh! Do tell me all the gory details Malcolm!"

He had moved to a second outlet, more of a struggle because it was behind the TV. "Well, I'd set my sights on Vicky and my wife was trying to get John interested in her, I managed to get Vicky away from her family and moved her into my new extension that was almost finished, one of the new rooms being built was my entertainment centre, I stood her in front of my fifty inch TV screen and started a blue movie playing...I don't think she'd ever seen a blue film before...I was behind her, had her left tit in my left hand, I was rubbing my bare cock against her buttocks through her dress...I was easing the right shoulder strap of her dress over her arm and kissing the nape of her when John burst in on us with their daughters. My wife had apparently overplayed her hand and frightened John off!"

"Was Vicky excited?"

Malcolm was moving on to the light switch between the living room and the dining room, this time he was unscrewing the faceplate to look at the wiring behind. He laughed, "Definitely excited, she had the biggest nipples of any woman I've ever screwed and they were really standing out...because of the dress that she was wearing, she wasn't wearing a bra under her dress, so I got the full glory of one of those magnificent nipples in the palm of my hand.

Malcolm pointed out that there was no earth wire in the cable down to the light switch and that it had been considered safe at the time that the house was first wired but that it wouldn't be classed as safe today. "I can give you a quote if you'd like to upgrade the wiring if you want to go down that route!"

I thought, 'Hey, wait a minute, I reviewed that memory file less than an hour ago and I don't remember half of that story...why was Malcolm exaggerating?'

I was just standing there at the side of Jenny's open front door, I couldn't hear them now as they were in the dining room.

I replayed my memory file, I remembered the dress, It was brand new so I'd never worn it before so I had to try it on before the party. John looked at me with a critical eye and asked me if I had a bra with smaller cups because the cups of the bra that I was wearing were both peeping over the neckline of my dress. I told him that I was wearing my smallest bra and John suggested that I try the dress on without a bra under it. John definitely loved the affect of that slinky summer frock without a bra under it so on the night of the party, that is how I dressed...that was the first and the last time that I wore a dress with no bra under it out in public.

I remembered walking past the front of Malcolm's house, the men...the gang of eight friends who held the monthly parties at their houses...were standing in Malcolm's home office and drawing cards, I walked past the open office window just as Paul Black said, "...and that just leaves Vicky for you Malcolm and John for Penny...right, let's get at them!"

I hadn't even questioned that comment at the time or even since. Penny greeted me with a kiss on my left cheek and she kissed Sarah as well, she hugged Peter and said, "Robert is in his bedroom and has his subbuteo set up if you'd rather go up and play football than hang around your mum and sisters down here all evening Peter darling!"

Okay, this was the first time that particular section of my memory had been released for public viewing. I'd watched the gang of eight spreading out around the room, each man seemed to have a particular target woman but they also flirted with other women in passing during the evening, I became Malcolm's main target, he had pushed three large drinks on me as well as flirting with Sarah and Dawn. Another new sliver of memory came through, Malcolm had slipped Sarah an alcoholic drink, even though she was only fifteen and three years too young to drink alcohol.

I stopped the memory replay, I was standing in the new extension of Malcolm's house but the file didn't show me how I'd got there.

I rewound a few feet of the film and replayed it forward, slowly, 'Distraction technique!' One of the boys, a sixteen year old, had asked Sarah for a dance and she had accepted, John was pulled towards the dining room dance floor and Dawn had picked up the half empty glass that Malcolm had given to Sarah with alcohol in it and she was drinking that while her father was fixated, watching every move that Sarah and the boy were making in the dining room as they danced together. Malcolm had actually dragged me from the front room as soon as John's back was turned. It was a bit if a struggle to get past the large sheet of plastic that was stopping dust from the building work permeating through the rest of the house.

I could have escaped Malcolm's clutches while he wrestled with the sheet of plastic but I just stood there like a sixteen year old virgin waiting for her boyfriend to provide the private space for her ceremonial deflowering.

I'd caught back up with the memory again, I was just standing there looking at the massive TV screen, a naked couple on the screen getting into position to fuck in front of the camera. Malcolm stepped in behind me and rubbed his groin from side to side against my backside as his left hand slipped between my ribcage and arm, he scooped my left breast into his hand... 'STOP!' ...Back peddle a minute. Malcolm had managed to miss the front of my dress totally, as his left hand snaked between my ribs and my left arm, his hand had slipped through the armhole of my dress and his hand was on my bare breast and it hadn't registered on my conscious mind at the time, then there was that kiss to the nape of my neck and he had pulled the right shoulder strap of my dress over the outside of my right arm.

The couple on the screen had just coupled together, she was groaning in pleasure and I was leaning back against Malcolm's body. I felt his cock pushing the back of my dress between my legs, it was as if he was fucking my silk dress between my thighs and I settled back a little more against his body, just as the large sheet of plastic behind me rustled.

John was walking through the doorway backwards, using his back to lift the sheet and hold it away from Sarah and Dawn who were both being pulled into the extension. Malcolm jumped away from me, my right breast was almost totally exposed because the strap was down by my elbow. The fucking scene on the screen suddenly changed to the BBC news program, I lifted my right arm and my dress slid back into place, covering my body again.

I was dragged back from my rather frightening walk down memory lane by hearing Jenny saying, "Do you have to check the sockets and switches in my bedrooms as well Malcolm?"

"Yes Mrs Baker."

I watched as Jenny walked ahead of Malcolm to the stairs, he winked at me as he waited at the foot of the stairs as Jenny climbed them, when she was half way up, Malcolm followed her, he would now know for sure that she was totally naked under that thin summer dress.

When Jenny reached the landing at the top of the stairs, she turned to face Malcolm, "Should we check my bedroom first Malcolm?"

"If you like Mrs Baker."

I looked up at the open window, there was a moment of silence and then Jenny's voice, "Wow, Vicky really missed out three years ago, I've had a lot of men in my past Malcolm but your cock is the longest and fattest that I've ever tried!"

There was the sound of bodies slapping together, Jenny groaned, "Come on baby, do me harder...faster!"

I thought, 'So, Malcolm wasn't exaggerating, he was telling the truth and now that I've reviewed the uncensored version of my memory from three years ago, I could see how close I had come to allowing Malcolm to fuck me'...I turned on my heels and left them fucking. The first step sent a thousand volt shock through my body, it felt like Jenny's hand was still between my legs and every step I took felt like she was flicking her finger from side to side over my clitoris...and then a thought permeated through the fog in my brain, 'I could have felt that three years ago if John hadn't got cold feet and dragged me away from...not only that party but that whole party scene from that day on!'

As I walked home, I looked at my hand and the box that Jenny had forced into my hand to help me relax. I turned it in my hand and read the back of the box.

'A special combination of essential oils including: lavender, camomile, bergamot and Jasmine.

• Three drops in a medium hot bath will infuse your bathroom with calming and relaxing vapours.
• Mix with massage base oil for a relaxing massage session.
• Use in an oil heater with a lit tea light under it to fill the whole house with calmness.'

I thought that I could do with a calming bath after the morning I'd just had.

I went straight to the bathroom when I got in the house, I remembered what Peter had said about spying on me in the bathroom, I opened the airing cupboard door on the landing and looked towards the other door, the one inside the bathroom, I couldn't believe my eyes, the other door was only open a quarter of an inch but because of a decorative band of mirror tiles around the room, I could actually see every inch of the bathroom reflected in the tiles.

I closed the door and made sure that it was latched closed, then I went into the bathroom and closed that door too...'Clunk'...I looked up at the top of the door, the clunk had been the top corner of the door striking the frame and bouncing back open again. I opened the door again and looked at the top hinge, all six screws on that hinge were loose and had allowed the door to drop. I lifted the weight of the door and tried to close it again, the heads of the screws clashed together and they still stopped the door closing.

I started the hot water running into the tub and dropped three drops of the calming oil into the steaming hot water, the room suddenly fogged over as a cloud of oil vapour was released from the hot water.

The door handle turned but didn't open because I'd remembered to lock the door.

"Who's in the bathroom?"

"It's me Peter darling, I'm going to have a bath, if you need the toilet, use the bathroom downstairs please!"

"Okay!"

I was looking at the back of the bathroom door as Peter let go of the handle and then the airing cupboard door twitched as the outer door was opened. Because I was looking in that direction, I saw the outer door open, saw Peter's face before he closed the door again quickly, I looked down at my right hand and remembered Jenny forcing my hand onto Peter's cock earlier, I'd forgotten to wipe my hand after rubbing his cock and now there was a dry white crust in my palm.

I turned the hot water off and added enough cold water to make the bath medium hot. The vapours had stopped after adding the cold water, I assumed that I'd used up all the power of the oil because I'd dripped it into overly hot water so I added three more drops of oil into the water now that it was at the right temperature.

No matter where I looked, I could see Peter's face through the airing cupboard, I took a deep breath through my nose to draw in all of the calming vapours, 'Moment of truth...I watched Peter fucking Jenny...hell, I'd even enjoyed watching him with her but now that I knew that he was watching me, would I strip off totally and climb into the bath with him watching me?'

It was funny really, I never held much sway with things like aroma therapy and that kind of thing but a second deep breath through my nose and I really was feeling more relaxed and calm, even with the prospect of undressing while my fourteen year old son watched me. I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and dropped it on the floor behind me, I looked down at my bra covered breasts, they were aching, my nipples so excited...why was it that my brain was calm but my nipples were standing out bigger than I ever remember seeing them and there was a fire between my legs that felt like I was rubbing my magic button when I really wasn’t even close to touching it.

I swished my left hand in the bath water to feel how hot it was and to make sure that the hot and cold water were mixed thoroughly together and as I was doing that with my left hand, I was unfastening the side of my skirt and let it fall to the floor, kicking it over to the wall so that it landed on top of my t-shirt.

My eyes flicked to Peter's reflection, his shoulder was lifting and falling slowly, I remembered seeing him rubbing his cock as he walked towards Jenny earlier and his right shoulder was making the same movements.

I dried my hand and reached behind my back and unfastened my bra, tossing that over my shoulder as well. I filled my lungs with the calming vapours again and thought, 'Well, half way there, my tits are on show...now how about my pussy?' I pushed my knickers down and stepped out of them before I thought too much about it and I quickly hopped into the tub.

I'd overdone it a little with the oil though, my whole body was covered with a film of very slippery oil. I wasn't used to lounging in the bath for any amount of time, I usually just jumped in and started lathering my body, never usually allowing more than fifteen minutes in the tub for myself...mind you, in my house, I'd be lucky to get more than fifteen minutes before Sarah or Dawn needed something from inside the bathroom and I'd have to get out.

I couldn't just lie there in the water, I found myself massaging my breasts as if I was soaping them and then I 'Washed' down over my stomach, everything was okay until I reached my vagina, I almost jumped out of the water the shock was so powerful. I couldn't see exactly what was wrong between my legs because of the great tufts of pubic hair hiding everything from view and Peter was right, my pubic hair was a mess. It reached a point at my bellybutton and spread out all over my hips, forming a triangle that was pointed up towards my face rather than down to my feet.

The instructions for using the relaxing oil said not to use soap in the bath for at least thirty minutes as the soap would destroy the surface tension of the water, causing the oil to sink to the bottom of the bath and rendering it useless at forming a vapour.

I stroked my fingertips over my stomach again and realised that the covering of oil all over my body was easily slippery than any soap, my fingers brushed over the hair just below my bellybutton and I thought, 'Hummmm, all I need is a disposable razor, I don't need shaving soap as well!'

I found one of John's new disposable razors and set to work shaving my lower abdomen, I didn't plan to go as far as Jenny...I just wanted my pussy to look how a pussy was supposed to look. I put Peter out of my mind, even when he had his climax that would, at any other time, have drawn my attention away from my task.

I shaved down to make a perfect baseline at the start of my pubic bone and then I gave myself another thousand volt shock. I pulled at the tuft of pubic hair hanging down over my vaginal cleft, I was trying to uncover my vagina but still couldn't see anything, then I had another idea, I swept the razor between my fingers and my pussy mound, slicing the tuft of hair away in my fingers.

I still couldn't see what my internal problem was but I had just made shaping my pubic triangle a little more difficult, I'd have to make the apex of the triangle much higher than I'd intended to.

I cast that mistake from my head and started cleaning the hairs off of the outer area, pulling the hairline back to a clean sharp line pointing at my cunt.

I cleaned my inner thighs and then over my labia and suddenly I saw the problem...Jenny had broken my clitoris when she masturbated me so violently. I knew that when excited, my clitoris engorged but it had always remained firmly covered by its hood, somehow, Jenny had managed to push my clitoris' hood up and above it and now, because it had been freed, my clitoris had swollen far more than usual and it wouldn't allow the hood to fall back into place.

I heard the back door close and was suddenly jolted back to real life, I shouted out, "Sarah, is that you?"

My eyes flicked over to the airing cupboard just as Peter closed the outer door and tiptoed back to his bedroom.

Sarah knocked on the bathroom door, "Mum, I need to do my legs, I've been invited to a party tonight!"

"Your father has a few new ones in here, I'll dig one out for you as soon as I've finished my bath!"

Because Malcolm had invited me to his party tonight, it made me curious about where Sarah was going for her party, "Erm darling, where's your party tonight?"

There was an overly long pause and then she said, "I bumped into Robert Gamble on Avenue Road when he was going home from the cricket pavilion, he invited me to a party at his house!"

"Isn't Robert Gamble a little young for you darling, he's only fourteen years old!"

"I'm not going with...going with Robert, he just invited me, I'll be going with my boyfriend...erm...Robert told me to invite you and Dawn as well, he tells me that his father is always talking about the time when we regularly went to their party!"

"Erm, who's your latest boyfriend darling?"

"You won't know him, his name is Simon and he's from the other side of Rempston!"

"Okay, that's fine then darling!"

I shouldn't have said fine really, I didn't know exactly who Sarah's current boyfriend was but I'd already guessed that it was Malcolm that had invited her rather than his son and that, even if Sarah went to Malcolm's party with her boyfriend, if one of the gang of eight wanted a crack at Sarah, his friends would work together to split the couple up and leave her a sitting target. Mind you, Sarah at eighteen had already had over a hundred boyfriends, I'm not sure how many of them she'd had sex with but she was already far more experienced with boys than I'd ever be.

My bathwater was totally messed up, the hair trimmings were mixed in with the oil and sat like a scum over the whole bath so I pulled the plug and stood up to use the shower to wash the clippings off of my body. I still didn't use any soap though, the oil had left my body smelling lovely so I just rinsed off the dead hair. I didn't use a towel either, I just pulled my towelling robe on and tied the belt tightly around my waist.

I opened Sarah's bedroom door and handed her the new razor. I looked at her legs, she had already taken her jeans off and was walking around in her bedroom wearing just her knickers and her t-shirt, her legs were almost shining, there wasn't a trace of stubble on her legs so perhaps she needed to do a similar job to the one that I'd just done, only, being eighteen, she would probably copy Jenny, rather than me!

I gave Sarah a warm smile and closed her bedroom door before going down to the kitchen.

When John got home he gave me a strange look, "Are you okay darling?"

I was a little confused until I remembered how I was dressed, just wearing my towelling robe with the single closing point at my waist, I never wore my towelling robe around the house, I'd just put it on, run to my bedroom and get dressed properly and then take the robe back to hang on the back of the bathroom door.

John put his briefcase down and he wrapped me in his arms, he nuzzled at my neck, "You smell sexy, new perfume darling?"

"No, I put some relaxation oil in my bathwater...that's what you can smell! What would you like for dinner tonight?"

John kissed my neck and then he looked through into the living room, "Where are the kids?"

"Sarah's in the bath, Peter's on the outer rings of Gravulaon or someplace fighting the alien hoards and Dawn's window shopping with her friend Mandy...why?"

John kissed me and then he really surprised me by pushing his hand into the front of my dressing gown and fondling my breasts...a definite first outside our bedroom and a double first in the daylight.

"I'm sorry but I have to dash over to Bristol, a bit of an emergency and I need to be there as soon as the store closes so I don't have time for dinner...in fact, I don't really have time to mess about with you!"

He yanked at the belt holding the front of my robe closed and pushed me backwards against the kitchen table, he was kissing my breasts as he rubbed his hands up and down my body, over the freshly mown ground...not that he would have known exactly how hairy I had been just thirty minutes earlier.

There was a tooting of a horn in front of our house, I could actually see one of the vans from my husband's company outside. I could see the driver of the van and that meant that if he had looked in our direction, he would have been able to see me too.

I reluctantly pushed John away from me, totally exposing my body, I looked in the van driver's direction as I struggled back to my feet and was disappointed that he hadn't looked in my direction before I fastened my towelling robe again..

"Sorry darling, I was hoping that we'd have a few more minutes!"

As John put his briefcase away, I thought, 'You could have left your case where it was and used that thirty seconds to fuck me!'

I tried not to show my disappointment as I said, "Any chance that you'll be home tonight darling?"

"I doubt it, it's a three and a half hour drive each way, Brian would have to turn around as soon as we got there or he would have run out of driving hour, we've got a cheap hotel in Bristol, if we leave straight after breakfast in the morning, I'll be home just in time for..." there was another loud beep from the van driver, "...church...sorry darling!"

There was another kiss and John was gone, 'Typical, no one cares if a middle manager works a twenty hour day but a union driver has a seven and a half hour maximum working day, excluding mandatory breaks away from driving.'

I paced up and down like a caged lion, I'd been on a sexual high for several hours now and I'd come close to the first time John had wanted to fuck me outside of our bedroom and in the daylight as well, all the good work that the essential oil had done earlier in calming me down was evaporating rapidly. Sarah and Peter both skidded into the kitchen, evidently in a foot race with each other.

Sarah was first to speak, "Did we hear dad...what's for dinner?"

"You did hear your father but he has come and gone again..." I thought, 'Fine chance of that, he would rather put his briefcase away than cum in me!', "...he's had to go out on an emergency...would you like me to cook a pasta bake or would you prefer something quick and simple like grilled cheese?"

There was a duet of "Cheese on toast please mum!" from both kids.

It took me just ten minutes to make two slices of grilled cheese on toast for each of them, I didn't feel like eating myself, I was actually feeling a little disappointed...no, depressed, having sex on offer and moments later to have it snatched away again, especially after the day I'd had was cruel beyond belief.

It took me just ten minutes to make the food and it took them just ten minutes to eat that food, place their dishes in the sink, go to their bedrooms and be back in the kitchen, ready to leave the house.

Peter said, "Did dad tell you that I was going over to Jason's house for a sleepover, I did ask dad last Thursday and he said that it would be okay!"

"That's okay darling..." 'I know that you are lying your head off!' "...have fun!"

Sarah said that she would see me later as she left the kitchen, I walked into the living room and watched Peter run past his sister on the drive, heading at very high sped for Avenue Road and Jenny's bedroom. I looked at Sarah's boyfriend's car, it was a Jaguar 'F-pace', 'What teenage boy can afford a forty thousand pound car...could be his father's car I suppose?' went through my head. And then I saw the driver...Sarah was wrong, I actually did know her new boyfriend, Simon Green, just five years younger than me and recently separated from his wife and three kids!

Simon kissed Sarah and she pointed over her shoulder, pointing out the way to Malcolm Gamble's house.

So, Sarah had her evening sorted out and Peter was at Jenny's house by now, the speed that he was running when he left home, just me and Dawn now and Dawn was still in town, window shopping with Mandy.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, 'Well, dressing like this is wasted now, I may just as well get dressed properly.'

I went up to my bedroom and turned the radio on, music from my past came through the little speaker, I looked at my reflection again and my hips started swaying from side to side, I smiled at myself, I started dancing a little more wildly and then the phone rang, Dawn was phoning me to ask if it was okay for her to stop over at Mandy's house, I said yes, of course I did, but after I put the handset down I laughed out loud, and then there was just me!"

I looked in my wardrobe, there was the briefest flash of electric blue silk, I reached to the back of my wardrobe and pulled my three year old dress, that I'd only worn one time, from out of the gloom. I pulled my dress over my head, no bra, I knew that I couldn't wear a bra under it, I'd proven that three years ago. I giggled and said, "Jenny wouldn't bother with knickers either!" to my empty bedroom.

I found my sexiest pair of knickers, they were black silk effect nylon, sub bikini-brief knickers, they had looked ridiculous the way my pubic hair was but now, there was just a straight line of hair about a quarter of an inch higher than the waistband of my knickers and they looked great on me.

I felt really drop-dead gorgeous in my sexy dress and my silky feeling knickers as I danced to music from my youth.

I danced down to the kitchen and took a wine goblet from my cupboard and a bottle of white wine from my fridge and as I was twisting the cap of the bottle, I took stock, 'Fuck this, drinking alone in an empty house when there is a party going on just the other side of town!'

I put the bottle back in the fridge and the glass back into the cupboard and locked the back door as I left the house. I walked slowly towards Malcolm's house and because I still had that little clitoral problem, every step I took gave me a new sexual high so I had to keep stopping to get my breath back as I walked along.

I stopped outside the local fast food take away, leaning against their window as I gasped through yet another petite orgasm. I don't know what nationality the owner of the takeaway was but he wasn't British and as soon as he saw me, saw the way that I was dressed, he came out of the shop to get a better look at me, I was about ten yards away from his shop by the time he hit the street and he started cat calling after me.

I wasn't totally sure what he was shouting after me as I walked away from him but I got the feeling that he was offering me cash money to spend an hour with him in the flat above his shop. I smiled and there was definitely more of a swish in my tail after that, I'd never had that reaction from a man in the street before, ever.

The swish in my tail was more of a problem that I thought possible, the petite orgasms that I'd been having so far were amplified into a series of full blown climaxes and when I was forced to stop, it took me longer to recover my breath, I was really glad that I'd passed the fast food shop already because I would have still been leaning against his shop window when he reached the street and I might not have got any further towards Malcolm and Penny's house if I'd within the reach of the man from the shop.

I looked down, my unfettered nipples were so large now that they were actually holding the front of my silk dress away from my breasts and I could see my body, all the way down to my knickers and the thin band of pubic hair peeking above their waistband.

I could hear the music from the next street so I was certain sure that the Gambles were actually having a party tonight and it was already in full swing.

I had to stop again at the corner of the new extension to take a breath before heading for the open front door. I was standing at the window to Malcolm's new entertainment room, the room was in full use now that it was three years old and I was standing at the side of the open window.

I looked in through the window, I could see seven of the gang of eight all talking together...rather, shouting at each other to hear each other over the sound of the music playing in their dining room as usual, the usual dance floor at Malcolm's party. The noise level finally halved as Malcolm entered the room and closed the door into the room, I could now eavesdrop on the conversation, Brian turned the huge TV screen on, "Penny has taken Simon Green to the spare bedroom, it's on channel three if you want to watch them!"

I saw one of the men use the remote to pull up channel three, the screen burst into life and I recognised Penny Gamble as she stripped off and then I saw Simon climb onto the bed, totally naked. It was obvious that Penny knew exactly where the hidden camera was positioned and she managed the act to show the best side to their fucking to the camera and anyone watching on the TV. I think the one they called Red John because he was a union activist said, "Right..." he picked up a pack of playing cards, "...ace is low, king is high, highest card wins first crack at Sarah Clarke, in the case of a draw, standard bridge convention applies, spades, then hearts, followed by diamonds and finally clubs."

Malcolm moaned, "With my luck, I'll draw the ace of clubs and Sarah wouldn't have been here if I hadn't asked her to come...so I should have an automatic first place in the queue!"

Red John responded with, "If you had managed to get Dawn and Vicky here as well, we would have let you take the first crack at whichever one of them that you wanted but you only managed to get Sarah here, so you have to let us all have an equal chance of bedding her!"

One of the nameless members of the group of eight won the draw, "If I'm lucky with Sarah, which bedroom should I use?"

Malcolm had come second in the draw so he wasn't quite as devastated as he could have been, "Well, I hope that you aren't successful Brian but if you are, the bedroom directly above us is reserved and we'll all be watching you and hating you every minute that you're fucking her, and remember..." Malcolm checked his watch, "...it's eight thirty now, if you haven't got her into bed by nine o'clock, you have to step aside and let me have a crack at her!"

I let that be my cue, I'd got my breath back from my last orgasm and to be honest, hearing the men planning what they had in store for my daughter had cooled me down more than a little, as I started walking towards the front door, there was a sudden pain between my legs, my clitoris had finally relaxed enough to fire back under its protective hood and it hurt like hell as it slipped back under the tight band of skin.

I watched the winner of the Sarah lottery walk from the entertainment room and cross over into the old part of the house on his way to find Sarah...and Malcolm was following him to keep an eye on what he was doing but then Malcolm spotted me at the front door and he spotted the way that I was dressed, exactly the way that I was dressed, the same fabulous dress that I'd worn three years ago to the last of his parties that I'd attended. He stopped following Brian and changed direction to come and meet me at the front door.

I'd seen Malcolm coming towards me as I walked through the door, I could see that he was nervously looking past me to see if John was following me. I turned to close the door behind me and Malcolm grabbed me from behind, he turned me to face him, pushed my back against the door and forced a kiss, a long kiss from me, his body still pressing mine into the woodwork as his lips left mine, "Thanks for coming tonight Vicky darling, I was really surprised to see you at Jenny Baker's house this morning and even more surprised to see you here tonight."

I quickly reviewed my options...should I tell him that I was bored being alone at home and his party was just a way to kill a little alone time...I could tell him the truth and say that I was so horny that I was going out of my mind and I'd come looking for sex but in the end I opted for, "Sarah told me that she was coming over to your party tonight with Simon, her boyfriend, and as I was home alone, I came to see if she was here."

I saw Malcolm mulling things over, he opted for a lie, "I haven't seen her around, when I spoke to her this morning, I got the feeling that her and Simon had tickets for the new disco in Northampton."

Malcolm released the pressure against my body, "Come and see how my entertainment room turned out, it was only half completed the last time you visited!"

All eight of the party hosts had been in the entertainment room when I was outside the window, Brian and Malcolm had left just as I came into the house and I'd seen three more men leave the room while Malcolm and I were talking at the front door, so there were still three of the gang of eight left in the cinema room but I knew why Malcolm didn't want me finding Sarah in the dining room, separated from her boyfriend and with Brian hitting on her trying to talk her into bed.

When Malcolm opened the door into the entertainment room, the three men left in the room were all standing in the centre of the room, watching Penny and Simon fucking on the big screen. All three men looked over their shoulders when they heard the door open and as soon as they saw Malcolm pulling me into the room behind him, all three men moved out of the middle of the room and sat on a large sofa just behind the door that we'd just walked through.

I was pulled into the space that had just been vacated by the three men, "I think that we were standing about here three years ago Vicky...but what were we doing when John walked in on us?"

My turn to lie, I shrugged my shoulders as if I couldn't remember...but then why did he ask, he'd already detailed exactly what we'd been doing when he was talking to Jenny earlier that morning...I shrugged my shoulders but then I lifted my left arm away from my side and looked down at the space between my arm and my ribs.

He shuffled in closer, I felt his cock pressing against the back of my dress, not just the prodding but warmth as well, he must have pulled his cock out of his trousers and now he was using his cock like a sword, fighting against my buttocks to push the back of my dress between my legs, "I think I was standing about here, like this!"

I saw his left hand slide into the space between my arm and my ribs, this time, because I was watching, I saw his fingertips slide on the outside of my dress, stop and correct the movement and his fingertips slipped inside my dress through the armhole. His hand disappeared from view as he cupped my breast. I shifted my eye-line as he squeezed my left breast, I could actually see his hand lifting my tit down the open neck of my dress.

He kissed the nape of my neck and nipped at it playfully then he whispered, "What else were we doing?"

I shrugged my shoulders again and then I looked at my right shoulder strap, "Oh yes...I remember now, I'd just done this..." he pushed my right hand shoulder strap over the outside of my arm so that it fell down my arm, totally exposing my right breast, "...and before I got the chance to get any further, John dragged the girls through and stopped me playing with you!"

I managed to stop myself looking over my shoulder, 'If I see the other men watching us, I'll panic and run for it!' jumped into my head, I took a deep breath in through my nose and caught a whiff of bergamot and camomile, my body heating up must have reactivated the thin film of oil left on my body from my essential oil bath earlier and I started to calm down.

Alan's right arm slipped around the outside of my right arm and he took a handful of my right breast. I'd never seen myself as having any exhibitionist tendencies before...I was happy for my sex life to be totally in the dark before today, I'd never even worn a bikini to the beach, preferring to wear a full swimsuit to keep my body hidden but today, Malcolm was looking at my breasts and fondling them and we had a three man audience watching us. I had expected to be worrying about my situation but I was totally calm...for the moment!

My attention was caught by the noise on the TV, Simon was just climaxing into Penny...I looked up at the screen, there was a flurry of movement, Penny was turning her body and moving so that her head was over Simon's groin, she was sucking his flaccid cock into her mouth, trying to breathe life back into it.

"Do you like sucking your husband's cock Vicky?"

I shrugged my shoulders again but then I qualified that shrug with, "John's never asked me to suck him and I've never offered...John isn't very adventurous in bed, he prefers to do it missionary and in the dark."

"Have you ever wanked him...like before you were married, when you were courting?"

I shook my head, "No, John was happy to wait until after we married."

"Have you ever wanked anyone?"

I had a moment of panic, had Jenny mentioned what I'd done to Peter earlier in the morning? I shook my head and waited to be called a liar.

"Would you like to wank me for a few minutes Vicky?"

I shrugged my shoulders again but then I let my head move into a nod. He pulled his hips back to slide his cock out from between my buttocks and he turned me to face him. My hand automatically covered his cock as I looked over his shoulder at the three men watching us and the TV screen behind us. I started to pump my right fist up and down his cock as he kissed me, twenty Mississippi kiss this time and then he said, "Can I move this..." he lifted my left shoulder strap, "...please?"

I nodded my head but I was still pumping my fist up and down his cock shaft. He slid my shoulder strap off of my left shoulder and my dress fell down, catching on my right wrist, I had to let go of his cock, let my dress fall to the floor before recapturing his cock in my fist again. I looked down at his cock, he was big, his cock was about nine inches long and as as fat as my wrist, he was definitely big but I think that Jenny might have been exaggerating this morning for my benefit because she knew that I'd be able to hear her as she stripped Malcolm off in her bedroom.

"How does my cock feel?"

I giggled a little, "It feels okay to me!"

"Do you think that you would like to try sucking me?"

I looked over his shoulder again at the three men watching us, the voice behind me said, "There Simon, nice and hard again, shall we try again?"

I looked over my own shoulder at the TV screen, Simon's cock actually looked a little bigger than Malcolm's cock as Penny lifted her leg over his hips and sat down on top of his cock and started fucking him cow-girl style. 'If Penny can get Simon's cock in her mouth, I'm sure that I can do it for Malcolm!' popped into my mind.

I looked back at Malcolm's face, he kissed me again and then he said, "What do you think?"

I whispered, "I could try if you like...so long as I can stop if I don't like it!"

He gave me a warm smile and then he nodded his head in agreement.

I started to go down into a crouch but Malcolm stopped me, "Just a minute!"

I stood back upright again and he placed his hands on my ribs, then he slid his hands down my sides, he slowed down when he reached my hips and he stopped at the waistband of my knickers, he smiled at me and he nodded his head, then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Well?"

I knew exactly what Malcolm was asking me, I just nodded my head and his hands pressed into my hips and started going down again, taking my knickers down with them.

I was now standing with my dress and knickers around my ankles and I was in danger of tripping over, I froze a little as Red John moved out of his seat and came to our side, I looked at him and Malcolm pulled my face back to his, he nodded his head down for me to look as well, he was unbuttoning his trousers and letting them fall to the floor as well.

A hand tapped my left ankle and Red John said, "Lift!"

I lifted my left foot off of the floor but I was still watching Malcolm as he kicked his right foot out of his trouser leg. John was holding my dress and knickers in place so that my foot could slip out of the tangle of material.

John tapped my right ankle, "Next!"

I lifted my right foot and it slipped out of my clothes, John took my dress and knickers and placed them on the arm of the sofa.

Malcolm drew my attention back to his face, "How many men have fucked you in your life so far Vicky?"

I raised just one finger.

"So, just your husband so far in your life...would you like to double that score this evening?"

I fought back the smile that was trying to cover my whole face and I shrugged my shoulders.

John was shuffling around slightly, he was turning me so that my back was towards his three friends, "How about quadrupling that number...or more?"

I tilted my head to one side, I'd started to shrug my shoulders again but I said, "I'm not sure..."

My back was now to the sofa full of men, Malcolm had his hand on the back of my head and he was stepping away from me, "Open your legs a little..." I shuffled my feet apart a little, "...a little more!"

My feet were now a little wider than my shoulders, "Now, keep your legs straight and bend at the waist!"

I lowered my upper body and took the head of Malcolm's cock in my mouth. I heard movement from the sofa and thought that it would probably be Red John, he seemed to be the group's alpha male. I felt warm breath on my buttocks and sensed, rather than felt his closeness behind me.

Malcolm said, "Has John ever licked your fanny Vicky?"

I still had his cock in my mouth as I shook my head.

"Well, my friend would love to lick you out now...can he?"

A shiver ran through my body as I nodded my head.

Malcolm was giving me directions as I was sucking his cock, he was now holding my head in his hands and rather than me sucking him, he started fucking my mouth and then I felt fingers and a mouth between my legs, I was being licked to an orgasm and fingers were massaging my clitoris, adding to my pleasure.

"I'm going to try to get a little deeper now Vicky, if it gets too uncomfortable, just pat my stomach and I'll stop...Okay?"

I nodded my head again and started gasping through a massive orgasm.

I choked as the head of Malcolm's cock crashed into my uvula and I lifted my left hand, hovering it over his abdomen, I was about to pat his belly but he pulled back a little and I relaxed into my orgasm again.

The mouth left my cunt and he stood up behind me, Malcolm pulled my head away from his cock, "Will you suck John's cock for him now?"

I was momentarily confused, 'Is Malcolm asking me if I'd suck my husband's cock for him now that I'd sucked Malcolm's own cock? I looked up at his face, he was gesturing with his head towards the man behind me. 'Oh, he means Red John...not my husband John!'

I nodded my head again and I was swiftly turned to face John and the other men on the sofa. Malcolm gripped my hips and he pushed me over towards Red John's cock. As I sucked John's cock into my mouth, Malcolm inserted his cock into my pussy from behind. He entered me a little rapidly, just as John was pushing his cock into my mouth, my gasp of pain and surprise actually helped John to get his cock deeper into my mouth than Malcolm had managed. I'd got the head of John's cock into my throat and he started fucking my mouth rapidly with tiny little movements as Malcolm fucked me to a massive orgasm from behind.

Malcolm groaned and slipped back away from me and there was suddenly another cock in my cunt. John began moving erratically and he was groaning. I actually felt his cock pulsing as his spunk was pumped along the inside of his cock, he was shooting his spunk into me but I couldn't feel it because it was all being delivered directly into my stomach. I didn't taste his spunk until his cock shrank down and slipped out of my throat, okay, it wasn't ambrosia but just salty and a little bitter but no big deal.

Red John stepped aside and Malcolm's flaccid cock pressed against my lips, "Suck me until I'm hard again baby!"

Even though Malcolm's cock was covered in his spent seed as well as my own lubricant, I sucked his cock happily as the second man to fuck me was delivering me a little orgasm as he climaxed himself and was quickly replaced by the third cock.

The door opened and someone walked in, "Okay, strike two, who got the next crack at Sarah?"

I recognised Red John's voice as he said, "I'm next...with any luck, I'll get the mother/daughter double tonight!"

I heard the door close and I took my third cock in my cunt. The new man stepped up to my side, he was casually fondling my tits as they hung down under my chest in my bent over position, "Who's got her next?"

Malcolm said, "Depends, if she gets me hard again before Alan's finished in her, I'm next, if I'm still soft, you can have a go at her!"

I could feel Malcolm's cock starting to inflate in my mouth when I pulled away from him, I'd just had a thought, 'I've already allowed three of the gang of eight to fuck me and now that John had left the room, he's bound to tell the rest of them to come and take their turn at me!' "I'll let you do me again Malcolm but you'll be the last, I'm getting too sore, I can't go from ten fucks a year to taking on all comers without damaging something!"

Malcolm forced his cock back into my mouth and he grew harder while the third man continued fucking my cunt, "Okay Vicky but will you at least suck Brian's cock for him while I fuck tou again?"

I nodded my head and felt Malcolm's cockhead brush against my uvula as it grew. Because John had forced his cock into my throat a few minutes earlier, I managed to take Malcolm's growing cock in there with no problem but it did become a little more painful as he reached maximum length and thickness. The changeover was swift, Alan filled my cunt without giving me an orgasm, Malcolm swapped places in a second and Brian was pushing his cock into my mouth.

When they had both finished, I was allowed to pull my dress back on but I couldn't find my knickers anywhere.

I stopped just outside the entertainment room in the hallway, 'I should go home, I'm not sexually frustrated anymore and if I go into the dining room, I'm bound to get hit on by more men!'

I took two paces towards the front door and then I heard a squeal as Sarah ran out into the hallway with Red John chasing her, she skidded to a halt in front of me, "Mum, what are you doing here?"

"You told me that Malcolm invited us both."

I looked at John, he was looking very guilty, "So Sarah...what was it that you wanted to drink, was it 'Sex on the Beach' or 'A Long, Slow, Comfortable Screw'?"

Sarah turned to face John, "I told you in there that I've had enough to drink, I just want a cola now thanks!'

John walked to the kitchen to get her a cola, I grabbed her arm, "The men are having a competition to see who can get you into bed!"

Sarah giggled, "Oh mum, I know that, Simon told me that they would, he wanted to shag Penny Gamble and he knew that if he came with me to the party, Malcolm would set him up with Penny to give his friends clear access to me, I'm not falling for that old trick!"

"You knew all about it then?"

"Mum, I watched them enough times when I was fifteen, I watched Malcolm hit on you that last time we came here together, I saw you fall under his spell and go off with him...I tried to stop dad looking for you, I even made all the noise that I could so that you and Malcolm would get enough warning that we were coming!"

"I think I'm going home now darling, have fun but don't let them force you into anything and watch what you drink, I wouldn't put it past one of them slipping you some ecstasy or rohypnol or something..." I turned to walk to the front door, "...oh, and be warned, there are cameras in some of the bedrooms, others could be watching if you go to a bedroom to have sex...they could even record you doing it!"

I opened the front door and Sarah slipped her right arm through my left, "They're too childish by far...Simon's had his fun by now so he doesn't need me to be here anymore!"

As we turned into the street, I said, "Wasn't Simon expecting you to be still waiting for him when he finished with Penny, I'm sure that a man like him would have had plans for you himself!"

She laughed, "No, not really, we're just good friends, we don't have a 'Sexual' thing going on!"

I shook my head and thought, 'How does an eighteen year old girl become best friends with a thirty-five year old man and it not be a sexual thing? I knew for sure that when I was her age, I wouldn't have been able to manage a non-sexual relationship with any man, not even one of my own age...but then I could lay the blame for that firmly at the door of my Catholic School education.'

When we got home, I had a second bath of the day, because it was only me and Sarah in the house, I didn't bother locking the bathroom door, mind you, locking the bathroom door in the future seemed mute because Peter had worked out how to spy on me in the bathroom, whenever he wanted to, so I might just as well leave the door unlocked.

The telephone rang, Sarah knocked on the bathroom door, "Mum, it's dad on the phone for you!"

"The door's not locked darling...it's okay to come in."

John seemed full of beans, as excited as a ten year old boy in a sweet shop, "You'll never believe it, the hotel they put us in is between a sex shop and a strip club...well, not exactly, the sex shop and strip club are both directly behind our hotel, one each side of our fire exit...I think that this area is the red light district as well."

"Well, if you get restless in the night, remember to wear a condom!"

It sounded like John was laughing his head off at my comment. After we finished our conversation, I closed the call down with, "I'll see you about nine-thirty in the morning then darling!" and handed the phone back to Sarah.

"Erm...mum, did you just encourage dad to visit a prostitute?"

"It was just a mummy/daddy joke darling, nothing to worry about!"

My extra bath in Jenny's calming oil before going to bed certainly helped me to relax and the extra layer of oil on my skin added to its silky feeling and helped to fall asleep quickly and deeply, even though John was working away from home.

I even slept in late on Sunday morning, I didn't wake up until just before John got home.

John walked into the kitchen at nine-thirty and called out, "The house is quiet, why aren't the kids fighting?"

I laughed at my husband's comment, "Sarah's at her boyfriend's football match...Dawn slept over at Mandy's house and Peter slept over at, I can't remember the boy's name, but Peter said that he'd arranged it all with you last week sometime.

"l can't remember...so, we have the house all to ourselves then?"

I nodded my head, thought, 'I had most of the house to myself all night!' but I didn't say anything.

John suddenly looked very excited, "You know Matthew...the van driver who took me to Bristol yesterday?"

I shook my head, "I saw him yesterday when he picked you up, but I don't know him!"

"Well, anyway, Matthew went into the sex shop after we finished work...you know, I told you about it, at the back of our hotel...well, he bought a dirty book to read in his hotel room last night but, the thing is, his wife would kill him if she ever caught him with a dirty book, so he was going to leave it in the rubbish bin, in the room when we left this morning..." John suddenly looked a little less excited, "...erm...would you be mad if you caught me with a...you know?"

"A dirty book darling..." I shook my head, "...just so long as you keep it away from the kids, I wouldn't mind at all!"

"Well, I picked it up and popped it in my bag, would you like to look at it with me?"

John had been uncertain before but he suddenly looked crestfallen. He hadn't even given me a chance to answer him before he said, "No...of course you wouldn't...women aren't interested in that kind of thing...are they?"

I shook my head again, "I'd love to look at it with you."

He looked shocked at first, then the grin slowly returned to his face, "Really?"

I nodded my head..."Really, I'd love to look at it with you!"

John opened his overnight bag, pulled the glossy magazine out of it and laid it on the kitchen table.

I took his coffee over to him and sat in Dawn's usual seat next to him. The first ten pages were all full page photographs of young models, the women all had shaven pussy mounds and very small breasts, it was obvious that the pictures were deliberately staged to make the women look under eighteen years of age but they were most probably over twenty in reality.

"How old do you think she is darling?"

I saw a flash of red on John's cheeks, "She looks younger than our Dawn!"

She does but it's just clever stage managing, she's probably nineteen but the magazine feeds men's fantasy for young girls...most men over forty would kill for a chance to have sex with a fifteen year old girl..." 'Or boy!' "...or, at least the fantasy of having one!"

John looked thoughtful for a moment, "It's funny you should say that, there's quite a good article on men's...and women's fantasies...further on in the book!"

"Oh...you've had a good look through the book already then?"

John looked a little bashful, "It's a three hour drive from Bristol and I had nothing else to do!"

I looked down at the front of his trousers, he was hard as iron and standing to attention. I nodded my head down at his lap, "And have you had that for the last three hours too?"

He gave me his best, sad, puppy dog look and nodded his head.

"You can't go to church carrying that around in front of you...would you like a little help to get rid of it?"

His beaming smile lit up the room as he nodded his head enthusiastically, "But we only have five or six minutes, we don't really have time..." he looked up towards our bedroom, "...to go all the..."

I butted in rudely with, "We'll just have to do it down here then!" As I said that, I was already unfastening his trousers and pulling his cock out into the open.

I started masturbating him, he was doubly shocked at my sudden lunge for his cock fot the first time in my life but he soon got over that, his hands lifted to my breasts, rubbing them through my dress, he looked shocked again, shocked and confused, "No bra on a church day darling?"

"You must remember this dress, I can't wear a bra under it...I found it hiding at the back of my wardrobe this morning and was about to throw it out because I never wear it but I decided to give it one last chance before dumping it!"

I gripped his cock a little harder, rubbed it a little faster, because of all the sex I'd had last night at Malcolm's party I was intending on getting John off with my hand...or possibly even my mouth but then I made a mistake and said, "Mind you...I didn't bother putting my knickers on either, I'll have to find..." It was my turn to be shocked and stunned now, before I could finish my statement, I was suddenly face down on the kitchen table, the back of my dress up over the small of my back and John was fucking me hard from behind, "...a pair in the utility room before we go out!"

John's fucking was totally out of character for him, not a slow start and then frenetic but gentle fucking for thirty seconds, he was fucking me like a wild animal, his hand on the back of my neck, forcing me down, hard against the table top, as he pounded into me...he fucked me for almost five minutes, I was climaxing for four and a half of those minutes...then John suddenly bellowed through his climax and pumped a pint of jiz up my cunt before letting me get up.

I ran for the utility room, I was going to find my knickers but ended up in the downstairs bathroom, trying to mop a pint of cum out of my fanny after the flooding that John had just given me. He was standing at the bathroom door, "We have to go darling...the Vicar will be here any minute!"

"Well, I can't wear knickers after that lot, I'll have to pop a pair in my bag and put them on when I stop dripping...if I get the chance, that is."

We walked out of the back door and John cleared his throat, "I'm sorry about that darling, it was actually one of the fantasies that I read about earlier, one man fantasised about taking a woman violently against her will...raping her if you like...I know that it wasn't really rape, he fantasises about doing that to a stranger."

I looked at his face, he looked worried again, I could almost read his expression, he was wondering if mentioning a rape fantasy after taking me so violently might have worried me, "Interesting but a little dangerous...shit!"

"What?"

"I'm dribbling already..." I turned my back on the road and discretely mopped my cunt out again with a tissue, "...I won't be able to do this in church, will I?"

We started walking again, we were out on the drive now and could be seen by people heading for church, "Were there any other fantasies that really turned you on in that article darling?"

John smiled at me, "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with an African man...or an Afro-Caribbean man?"

I shook my head, "Perhaps it's because we don't see many black men around here that they've never popped into my head I suppose...why?"

John's smile widened, "The wife of one of the men in the article has three fantasies, she fantasised about having sex with a black man, another fantasy was to have sex with either a father and son at the same time or two brothers and her third fantasy was to be forced to have sex in front of her husband...so his fantasy is to be living in a flat owned by a large Jamaican man and facing eviction because he couldn't pay the rent, his landlord comes to throw them out with the help of his two grown sons. The landlord suggests a way that they can pay off the month's rent if the man's wife is nice to him and his two sons but the man has to sit there and watch the action...oh look, Clive is just arriving now!"

I gave a little giggle, "Very sexy fantasy...I'd better run up to the church and make sure that everything is okay while you help Clive with his bag!"

John wasn't a Sideman or a Church Warden or anything posh like that but Clive, our Vicar, was very old-fashioned and liked to be helped by a trusted parishioner when he was preparing for a service.

Because John helped Clive, I would usually fill my time before the service by handing out hymn books to the parishioners in the porch outside the church's main door.

John and Clive took the back door to the vestry, John would hand Clive his surplus and make sure that it was totally straight and then he would hand him his cowl, no longer a hood to cover the vicar's head, it was more like a stole with a diamond shaped piece behind the Vicar's neck to represent the hood, it was another one of John's tasks to make sure that the cowl was straight and flat as well. John's last job would be to leave the vestry ahead of Clive and stand at the side of the alter to give a hand gesture and say, "Please stand if you are able to!" before joining me in our pew.

It was almost time for the service to start so I stepped out onto the path to check if anyone else was coming and I bumped into Malcolm Gamble walking along the church path. I offered him a hymn book but he just laughed, "If I walked into the church I'd probably be hit by a lightning bolt Vicky..." While Malcolm was talking to me he placed his hand on the small of my back and let it slip down over my buttocks and he took a good handful of my arse, "...mind you, after last night, and the fact that you've been in church without your bra or knickers on, I'm surprised that you haven't already been struck by lightning!"

I shook his hand off of my arse just as John invited those in the congregation who were able to, to stand.

"I've got to go in now!"

"Vicky...before you go, I was on my way to the veteran's cricket match and popped by on the off chance of seeing you to invite you to my next party, it's in eight weeks time, the first Saturday in August...bring Sarah or Dawn if you can!"

I sidestepped Malcolm and walked into the church as John was walking away from the alter, we reached our usual pew at exactly the same time. Clive waited until we were both standing in our right place before he stepped out into the sacristy to start his service.

Clive said a prayer and invited us all to sit down, I knew that John's sperm was already dripping out of my cunt and I didn't want a big wet parch on the back of my dress when I next had to stand up, so, as I sat down, I flicked my hips and sent the back of my dress down the gap between the seat and the backrest of the pew.

The service lasted an hour, running from ten o'clock until eleven, at the end of the service, Clive walked through the church and stood out on the path outside the porch to thank everyone for attending, I was just inside the porch collecting the hymn books and putting them back in the right place on the shelves. I had to kick my heels for five minutes while John helped Clive to take his cowl and surplus off and pack his bag for him. They actually walked out through the church rather than out of the back door of the vestry.

Clive thanked John for his help and then he looked at me for the first time, "You look very beautiful this morning Vicky, thank you both for your help!" and Clive was back at his car and heading back to his rectory in our sister parish of Burton Latimer.

We started walking home and I asked John if there were any other fantasies that he'd read about in his new magazine that excited him.

"Well, there was one other fantasy that stood out in my mind...have you ever heard of dogging?"

I shook my head, "No, never heard of that!"

"Well, there are two basic fantasies involved in dogging, the first is that the man wants to be watched by one or more other men as he fucks his wife and the second is that the husband or boyfriend wants to watch as one or more men have sex with her and it all goes on outdoors!"

"And you'd like to fuck me while other men watch...or is it that you'd like to watch other men fucking me?"

"If I'm honest about it, I think there is a little bit of both but the thing that made it relevant to me is that, on the drive from Bristol, Matthew told me that the lane leading to the cricket pavilion has been used by doggers every Friday and Saturday night for several months now!"

I tittered, "Never, not in sleepy little Finedon!"

"Really...well, according to Matthew, he told me that the participants all park out on the track leading from Avenue Road to the cricket pavilion and then they walk to the wood behind the pavilion, I didn't believe him either but he said, all I have to do is walk over there and I'll see for myself."

I stopped in my tracks at our front gate, "Well, we have time now, why don't we go and see...oh, wait a minute, there's a cricket match on today, Malcolm Gamble walked past the church earlier on his way to play cricket while I was handing out hymn books!"

John looked thoughtful for a moment, "It must be a senior's 'T twenty' match this morning if Malcolm Gamble is playing..." then his face broke out in a smile, I thought that it was the prospect of taking me into the woods where, rumour had it, strangers gathered to have sex or watch others having it but when he finally broke his silence it wasn't about that at all, "...the last time we were at Malcolm's house...you were wearing that dress. He got you drunk and then one of his friends distracted me by taking Sarah onto the dance floor to flirt with her, even though she was only fifteen. Malcolm dragged you out to his new house extension, to get you on your own. Malcolm and his friend's parties were turning rapidly into just a series of weekly orgies and as soon as I managed to get Sarah off of the dance floor, I dragged us all off home, I only left Peter there because Malcolm and his friends had no interest in twelve year old boys!"

My turn to smile, 'If only you knew that the men might not have any interest in young boys but some of their wives did!'

We turned in front of the garden gate and started walking towards Avenue Road, we crossed over Church Hill and John broke his silence again, "I sometimes wonder if I was a spoilsport back then, stopping Malcolm as he was trying to seduce you while you were drunk. Would you have liked him to succeed with you?"

"I would have hated being seduced while I was drunk and three years ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to handle the aftermath of being raped by anyone, never mind a sleazeball like Malcolm Gamble."

John went silent again for a few minutes, we were just outside Jenny's house, he looked up at her bedroom window, at the sound of energetic fucking coming from her bedroom and smiled, "They didn't waste any time buying Mrs Pinkerton's old house and moving in...sounds like they're having a rare old time of it in there too."

I nodded my head in agreement and thought, 'If only you knew, that the stud banging away at Jenny Baker was our son Peter and he's a bit of a stud...considering he is only fourteen years old!'

John looked thoughtful again, "What about now?"

"Sorry, what do you mean?"

"What about now, you said that you didn't think that you could have handled it if Malcolm had managed to seduce you three years ago...so what about now?"

"Well, it is totally different now, for a start off, I'm totally sober, secondly, it wouldn't be rape if I was happy to do it and thirdly, it wouldn't be behind your back...if I let a stranger screw me today, it would be because it would excite you, not just for my pleasure or that of a stranger!"

We crossed Avenue Road to the lane leading to the cricket pitch, there were quite a few cars parked along the lanes, mainly the cars of the team playing against our team. John laughed, "If this were Friday or Saturday evening, I would have said that there was a whole lot of dogging going on in this place!"

"Sounds like a song, only I'm sure that the song is a whole lot of loving going on!"

We were still laughing as we passed the last car on the lane and stepped out onto the open cricket pitch's boundary area with its peppering of the friends and family of players pretending to be supporters.

There was a shouted, "Run Malcolm!" from the crease, it was just a single run and it put Malcolm opposite the bowler to receive the next ball. I watched a fast ball and a wild swing of the bat, there was no clunk of leather on willow, the ball sailed past Malcolm and into the hands of the wicket keeper, there was a half hearted 'How's that?' from the wicket keeper but the umpire signalled for 'Not out!'

John and I were at the corner of the cricket pavilion as Malcolm was facing his next ball. John pointed to a gap in the bushes, "I think that might be the path to the dogging site...well, from what Matthew told me this morning anyway!"

We crossed behind the pavilion and set off down the impromptu path into the wood, there was a loud thwack as the ball was struck by Malcolm's bat, I looked over my shoulder, just in time to see the ball climbing high in the air over Malcolm's head rather than heading for the boundary, this time, the wicket keeper snatched the ball out of the air and his 'How's that?' was given by the umpire and Malcolm was walking back to the pavilion, his bat under his right arm and he was taking his padded gloves off as he walked along.

We were just a few feet inside the wood when we came across an 'Idyllic fairy dell!' or it would have been, if it wasn't for the scattering of around a hundred used condoms, more than a thousand dirty tissues and various discarded items of women's underwear.

I kicked at one used condom, kicked it towards the tree line but the condom was old and brittle because it had been there for a long time, it just moved a foot or two towards the trees. I kicked at another condom, this one was very fresh, it still had its thick liquid content inside, it lifted and travelled more than six feet, there was a satisfying splat as it hit a tree with a glancing blow and disappeared behind the tree.

I started to giggle but then was brought to a sharp stop by a voice from the path, "I thought I saw you two heading in here...looking for a little afternoon delight were you?"

It was Malcolm, he'd just been called out in time to see me and John disappearing into the wood.

John whispered in my ear, "Is Malcolm too sleazy to want to play with?"

I looked into his eyes and smiled before returning the whisper, "What do you think, would you like to watch me playing with Malcolm?"

The corners of John's mouth almost reached his ears he was grinning that wide as he nodded his head.

I turned my back on John and walked over to the end of the path leading to the dell, "Malcolm, how nice to see you...did you score many runs today?"

"I was out for twenty...took fifteen balls so...could have been worse!"

Malcolm was looking at John as I slowly walked over to him, "Hi John, Penny misses you at our parties!"

John returned the greeting as I finally reached Malcolm and stood in front of him, I rubbed the front of his trousers with the palm of my hand and looked over my shoulder at John. Malcolm put his hands on my shoulders and he turned us both so that we were sideways on to John and then Malcolm slid his hands down to my hips as I pulled his fly down and slipped my hand inside his trousers.

It was a bit of a struggle to haul his cock out of his trousers without taking them down but he was soon out in the open. Malcolm winked at me and said, "Well now, this is a turn up for the books, three years ago you were too frightened to be in a room with me on your own without being drunk first...and now look at you...taking the initiative!"

Malcolm looked over at John as he pinched the material at the sides of my dress and pulled it up and off, over my head, "Come here John and hold this dress for us please!"

I was masturbating Malcolm as he handed my dress over to John and then Malcolm whispered, "Suck my cock Vicky!"

I squatted down in front of Malcolm and he held my head in both hands as he started fucking my mouth with quite a little force. I gagged and coughed as the head if his cock bumped against my uvula because I was in totally the wrong orientation, his cock rubbing against the roof of my mouth before reaching my throat.

I struggled to get my legs straight, taking up the position that I'd been in the evening before at Malcolm's party. Malcolm let go of my head and reached over my back, he pulled my bum cheeks apart, "Fancy fucking your wife up her arse then John?"

John bent over to look between my legs, he took a good long look at my anal muscle before saying, "I think that would be very painful for Vicky and I wouldn't want to hurt her that much, just for my own pleasure!"

"Well, I can arrange for someone with a very thin cock to break her arsehole in for you to use if you'd like me to...just look at her, she's gagging for it!"

John stood upright again, "Who?"

Malcolm laughed, "Would it really matter?"

"I think that it should be someone that Vicky likes at least."

Malcolm managed to get his cockhead into my throat quite easily in my new position and he stopped fucking my mouth with long slow thrusts, switching to shorter, faster thrusts so that his knob-end didn't leave my throat as he took his pleasure from my mouth. Malcolm was gasping for breath as he climbed towards his climax and as he gasped, he said, "My...son...Robert...will..." there was an extra loud groan as Malcolm started emptying his balls into my throat, "...be...happy...to...take Vicky's anal cherry!"

Hearing Malcolm say that he would get his son to take my anal cherry sent a shiver through my spine, especially after watching Peter fucking Jenny Baker yesterday...before that, I would have sworn that no fourteen year old boy would be much good at sex, especially not sex with an adult woman but watching Peter with Jenny proved that fourteen years old was plenty old enough for a boy to start having sex.

There was loud clapping from the cricket pitch, Malcolm pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked down the path towards the cricket pavilion, "Looks like I've got to field now..." Malcolm shook John's hand with his right hand and slapped John's right shoulder with his left hand, "...give me a call if you want to have access to Vicky's arse hole for sex John, you two could come over to my house one day to play with Robert or I could bring him over to your house if you like!"

Malcolm ran along the path forcing his flaccid cock back into his trousers.

I took my dress off of John and slipped it back over my head before saying, "What do you think?"

"I think a fourteen year old boy is much too young for sex!"

"Not that darling...what did you think about watching me with Malcolm just now?"

John laughed, "Oh that...that was fucking fantastic, it would have been nice to have seen him actually fuck you, rather than you just giving him a blow-job!"

I nodded my head, "And how about anal sex?"

"With you?"

I nodded my head.

"I don't think that I'd like to be the first to do it to you but...well...it would be nice to be second at bat...so to speak!"

I thought about what I wanted to say carefully, "You know darling...I'm not sure that Peter is still a virgin..."

John suddenly seemed to cool down, I thought that I may have just overstepped the mark by mentioning that I thought that Peter was no longer a virgin, John might not be quite so open to broadening our sexual horizons after taking that snippet of information on board.

I linked my arm in his and pulled him into my side. There was a sound from the south and I suddenly spotted another path in that direction, about ninety degrees from the path that we'd just walked along to enter the wood, I said, "I wonder why there are two paths into the wood?"

John looked confused and then he mentally snapped his fingers, "Escape...if the police found out about the doggers, they might raid the party and the participants would need an escape route out of here!"

A couple walked into the dell, John's face lit up again, "Matthew...what are you doing here?"

I recognised the man's face but couldn't quite place him.

"I was just bringing my...erm...friend, she's new to the area and I wanted to show her where all the action happens on a Friday and Saturday night."

John looked from Matthew's friend to me, "Matthew, this is my wife Vicky...Vicky, this is Matthew, we worked in Bristol together last night!"

Matthew introduced us to his friend and then I asked him where that path came from that he and Elizabeth had just used to get into the dell.

"There's a small area of scrub land with a footpath leading from the junction of Avenue Road and Tenter Road that comes straight here."

I knew the path but had never walked it before, I looked at John and said, "We could try that path, we could use Tenter Road to get home, rather than walking back along Avenue Road!"

We left Matthew and Elizabeth in the dell but we hadn't walked far when we heard the sounds of sex from behind us, John stopped me and he walked back a few paces, we stood there watching Matthew and Elizabeth fucking just a few feet away from us. There was the sound of clapping from the cricket pitch and comments like' Bad look old chap!' and 'Better luck next time Mick!'

The batsman that had just been given out suddenly appeared in the dell, "Hi John, mind if I join you guys?"

Matthew said, "Fine by me but I'm not John...I'm Matthew, John's just gone down the other path with his wife."

The batsman looked all around and mumbled, "Pity, Gamble said that Vicky was a hot little bitch and she'd just come into heat...she would have made a great trophy to hang off my belt."

John whispered in my ear, "Would you have liked to try having sex with him...a total stranger?" as Matthew stepped aside and let the batsman take his place behind Elizabeth and then Matthew fed his cock into her mouth to give her a spit roast!"

'Oh, okay, perhaps I haven't broken John's new found interest in a broader sex life!'

We turned and walked away from the three fucking in the dell, "Well, his cock didn't look anything special...would you have liked to see him fucking me?"

"He might have been worth considering as an anal lover!"

"Darling, his cock was as fat as yours...just much shorter..." John gave me a confused look again, "...darling, it isn't the man's length that hurts a woman, it's his girth..." I thought, 'Time to try pushing again, "...that's why Malcolm Gamble suggested his son Robin, I assume that Robin has a slim cock, most boys of his age do!"

John gave me a little squeeze and said, "Is our Peter's cock thin then?"

'Mmmmm, how much can I get away with telling him...' I leaned my head against John's shoulder as we walked the path towards Tenter Road, "No, Peter's cock is more like your's, long and fat...that's the reason I think that he isn't a virgin any more...he's very proud of his cock, proud but careless, he keeps letting it escape!"

"You should be careful about that, another common fantasy is a for a son to want to have sex with his mother...perhaps Peter has that fantasy!"

I had another shiver run down my spine at that comment, "Now that would be a biggie...incest as well as underage sex!"

John laughed and we emerged from the woods into the large field of scrub land that was apparently the home to a rare reptile and because of that, the developers had been refused permission to build new houses on that field, the developers went bust because of that restriction and there was no one to actually look after the land. We were alone in the vast field, well, alone apart from Kevin Black and his Alsatians, Sampson and Delilah, Kevin was walking his dogs along the edge of the field.

I looked at Sampson and Delilah and said, "Well, we've almost done the dogging fantasy thing now then, haven't we?"

John pulled away from me and gave me a strange look, "How so?"

"Well, I know that Malcolm wasn't a stranger but you watched me masturbate him, he stripped me naked in the wood, then I sucked him off while you watched me, and we watched Matthew and Elizabeth fucking and then watched a stranger fucking Elizabeth while she sucked Matthew's cock...how much more could there be to dogging?"

John thought about it for a moment and then said, "I think there is a scale of magnitude, if it were a dogging session...from what I understand...there would have been ten or more men vying for a chance to fuck you in the wood."

I giggled, "Ten or more men...that could be painful!"

We walked a little further into the field and suddenly spooked Sampson and he darted in our direction with Kevin shouting at him to return. I could see Sampson sniffing at the air as he ran for me, his nose went straight between my lags, I pushed his head down, away from my pussy, he was too strong for me to actually push him away completely but at least all he was doing now was licking between my knees.

Kevin came running over to us and clipped Sampson's leash into his collar, "Sorry about that Mrs Clarke...I think that Delilah is about to come into heat so Sampson's hormones are a little out of whack at the moment...morning John, are you going to the working men's club for a pint before dinner?"

Kevin had a tug of war on his hands to get Sampson away from me and when Kevin was twenty feet away, John whispered, "According to the article in that book, twenty percent of the ten thousand men that answered the questionnaire wanted to watch their wives or girlfriends 'Entertaining' a big dog."

"Entertaining?"

John gave me a bashful look, "You know...the way that Elizabeth was entertaining the cricketer in the wood...I'm guessing, in a similar position too!"

"In the wood?"

The bashful look disappeared to be replaced by a belly laugh, "No darling, not in the wood, on her back and if the dog was a Great Dane or Irish wolfhound, the woman could probably actually do it standing up like that if she had something to hold on to. A big dog can be really powerful but for a dog like Sampson, the woman would probably have to be on her hands and knees!"

"I think that half the stuff in that magazine were made up by the publishers, just to titillate the reader!"

I spotted Peter leaving Jenny's house and heading for home but he was walking with a limp, I was a little distracted by that when John said, "You really think so...look at Sampson now!"

Sampson was trying to turn to get back to me as Kevin was pulling him away and when I saw him sideways on, I realised that he had grown a massive erection and it wasn't because of Delilah, she was standing right next to him but it was me that he was focussed on.

John said, I didn't believe it at the time but there were rumours going around that Angela Black was more in love with Sampson than she was with Kevin before they divorced, now that I've seen that hanging down under Sampson, I think that it could be true.

As we continued our walk towards Tenter Road, we discussed the frequency of our past sex life, John was worried that I may have been disappointed with our past sex life.

"Not really, I think that sometimes I wish that you had just spent a little more time doing me when we had sex but usually I got the pleasure that I wanted from it."

"But what about the fact that we only did it ten or twelve times a year...didn't that frustrate you?"

I laughed at that, "Darling, my friends usually complain that their husbands want to have sex three or four times a year when they don't really want sex at all...in fact, the only friend that I have that complained that she wanted sex more often than her husband was Kimberly Walsh and she hasn't complained for at least...three...years...wait a minute!"

I walked in silence to the end of the field and we crossed over into Avenue Road.

"What is it darling?"

"I just had a thought...remember back to Malcolm Gamble's party three years ago...he took me into the new room that they were just building and he put a blue film on the TV?"

John nodded his head, "He soon turned it off when I dragged Sarah and Dawn into the room!"

"Now that I've thought about it with a fresh insight, I don't think that it was a blue film...I think that it was a CCTV feed from one of the bedrooms in Malcolm's house...I think that it was Kimberly Walsh with Alan, the guy that organises the parties in Burton Latimer and Brian, the party guy from Little Addington taking it in turns to screw her, and she's never complained about a lack of sex since!"

"Wow, so you and Sarah weren't the only targets at that party."

"Well, there were eight partners in the party group so I guess that they would need at least four women if they weren't going to end up standing around half the night...I wonder who else they had in mind for their fun that night?"

"I think they might have been interested in our Dawn as well, one of the younger men was trying to chat her up as well that night...that's why I lost my temper and called a halt to everything!"

There was a loud shriek from Tenter Road and a ton of giggling, I looked down the road to see an arc of water from the left hand side of the road that was hitting the front walls of the houses on the right hand side of the road, I said, "Looks like a burst water main...I won't be walking down that road...not in this dress with nothing on under it!"

"Spoil sport!"

"Pervert!"

We turned and walked back along Avenue Road, we reached Jenny's house just as she opened her front door, I introduced John to Jenny and she invited us in for a drink.

As soon as John saw Jenny's book case he was drawn to it like a bee to a flower head, "Some serious stuff here Mrs Baker!"

"Please call me Jenny, after all, me and Vicky were best friends for the first eighteen years of our life, right up until I went to London to university and we kind of lost touch!"

John pulled one of Jenny's books off of her book shelf, "Wow, I've been reading excerpts from this book in a magazine article this morning, this looks like pretty heavy reading!"

Jenny smiled, she opened the front page, a list of contributors to the book, she tapped the page, "This is me!"

'Dr Jenifer Wren PhD Psycho-sexual councillor, Harley Street London, W1G 6AQ.'

"I use my maiden name for my professional work, good thing too, I've been married four times already...probably be five times before the end of the year!"

John nodded his head, "Very impressive Jenny."

"What would you like to drink? Tea, coffee...or something stronger?"

John asked for coffee, I agreed that I'd like a coffee too, John was reading a little more of the book that Jenny had helped to write, Jenny made an exaggerated movement with her head towards the kitchen...she wanted me to follow her.

Jenny put the kettle on and then she walked past me and closed the kitchen door so that John couldn't overhear us, "When Peter left this morning, he had a little problem!"

"I saw him leave, he had a bit of a limp."

"He didn't let me get a wink of sleep all night long, he made a real pig of himself but now he has a sore cock. He talked about you a lot last night, he has a massive fantasy to screw you, I'm afraid that I didn't help him much, I told him that he should start complimenting you...flirting with you to see how far he could get..." Jenny went to her kitchen drawer and pulled out a small tube of cream, "...pop this in your bag, it needs to be massaged into his cock, it's a painkiller as well as an antibiotic cream, it'll sting like crazy but it needs to be massaged in well! Wash your hands before you do it for him and again straight after, make sure that he puts clean underpants on and changes them regularly."

"You think that I'm going to massage this cream into my son's cock for him?"

"Well, you or John...someone has to, he won't do it for himself properly!"

"I think I'm going to need something a little stronger than coffee!"

Jenny gave John his coffee and I had a vodka and tonic, we talked about the good old days, it turned out that Jenny actually knew John from when she was younger, knew quite a few of his friends back then as well, she'd even slept with half of John's old friends as well in the distant past.

When we got home, Peter limped into the kitchen, he said, "You look very pretty today mum!"

John asked him if he was okay.

"Trapped myself in my zipper and it hurts like hell dad!"

I smiled inwardly, Peter was launching in on his attack already, I asked him if it had broken the skin, he nodded his head.

"I'll just run up to the bathroom to see if I have anything suitable in the medicine cabinet."

I slipped the tube of cream that Jenny had given to me out of my bag and ran up to the bathroom quickly, turned and walked slowly back to the kitchen, "This writing is far too small for me to read...can you read it for me darling?"

I handed the tube to John and he popped his glasses on to read the small writing.

John read all of the instructions and then he gave me the lowdown, all the things about washing hands and keeping the affected area clean, changing clothes regularly and washing hands after application..."The gist of the instructions is not to trust its application to a minor, its use should be managed by an adult..." John looked at Peter, "...looks like I'm going to have to put this on for you Peter!"

I thought that Peter was going to faint at that prospect, his face turned ashen and his eyes were pleading with me as his head switched from looking at his father to me, over and over again.

I laughed, "Don't worry Peter, I'll do it for you!"

Both Peter and John heaved a sigh of relief at my stepping up to the plate.

I took Peter up to the bathroom, he fetched a clean pair of underpants and took his trousers and underpants off, I watched him wash his cock and actually had to point out that he should wash under his foreskin as well as just his cock shaft.

When he was dry, I squeezed a small line of the cream into my right palm, John walked into the bathroom just as I was pulling Peter in front of me, "Sorry darling, I need to replace the razor in my emergency bag..." he looked at Peter and said, "...Gosh son, that looks really sore!"

I wrapped my right hand around Peter's cock and started massaging the cream into it. Yesterday, Jenny put my hand on his cock and forced me to rub it, it looked like she had found another way to force me into that action again by giving me the cream to rub into his cock after she let him fuck himself raw at her house overnight.

The cream must have been really stinging Peter as I massaged it into his cock because he was hopping from one foot to the other and he lost his erection. John was still standing at the open bathroom door watching me as I slipped my hand up and down Peter's cock, I peeled his foreskin back and rubbed a little of the cream into his glans and he almost hit the roof because of the pain.

"Right Peter, clean underpants on please and I'll have to put another lot of cream on before you go to bed."

I washed my hands and then I joined John in our bedroom, I unpacked his emergency bag, he had used one pair of underpants, one pair of socks and one white shirt, I replaced those while John was flicking through his magazine again, "Here, listen to this, it's a story, rather than a serious article, the man likes to photograph his wife in the nude and he sends them into a website for wives, girlfriends, sisters and daughters...it even has the address of the website in the story!"

I thought for a moment, "Is the website real? Could be a way to verify if the story is real or just a fantasy story!"

John nodded his head, "Oh, the website is hosted on a Russian server...that could be a problem, I'd better google the site's name and see if anyone has had a problem with it."

I finished packing John's bag and then sat next to him on the bed, "Is there any problems with that site?"

"Seems genuine to me, this is a write-up on the site, it's a moderated site, you post a picture of your wife, girlfriend, sister or daughter to the moderator and if it gets into the site, you're paid for the picture by an access code that grants you access to the site for twenty-four hours."

"It's a pity that you don't have any rude pictures to send in to the site...I'm sure that you would have liked twenty-four hours of access to a database of other men's sexy pictures!"

John's face morphed into a naughty schoolboy look and he raised his eyebrows several times, I said, "What?"

"Well, I don't have any right now...but you could..."

John stopped at that point and raised his eyebrows again.

"What...you want me to pose for you to take a rude picture of me so that you can post it into a pornography site?"

"Not rude...necessarily...I could take a tasteful picture of you and post it in, see if it get's accepted!"

I said, "It's a pity that we couldn't see a few of the pictures that they already have, see the...erm...quality of picture that they're looking for!"

John shuffled over to me and started pulling at the back of my dress, I lifted my bottom so that John could pull it out from under my bottom and then I raised my arms to show him that it was okay for him to pull it off over my head.

"So John darling...will it be a topless picture or a full nude one?"

He gave me a grin, "Would you be willing to let me publish a totally nude picture of you on line?"

I could see a look of doubt in his eyes, I thought for a moment, 'Just how much am I willing to show off to the world to give John a kick?'...there was an answer deep at the back of my head in Sarah's voice, 'You let Malcolm Gamble strip you naked in front of four men that you know...men that you see around town all of the time and that didn't bother you...dad's going to send the picture to a Russian website that probably won't ever be seen by anyone in the UK!'

I rolled onto my stomach and propped myself up on my elbows and lowered my chin onto the backs of my hands, "I'm ready for my close up Mr DeMille!" imitating Gloria Swanson's line from Sunset Boulevard but getting it slightly wrong.

John looked a little disappointed at first, although I was totally naked for the picture, nothing important was on show to the camera, just my face, my bare back and my bum cheeks really, my arms were even hiding most of my breasts from the camera.

"The thing is darling...we have no idea what kind of pictures they publish on that site, if I'm not showing enough for the moderator to publish the picture, we can always have another go at it...can't we?"

John gave me a grin, "I'm actually worried that when you wake up in the morning, you'll go back to being the shy woman that I married twenty years ago and won't want to play anymore!"

"Take the picture darling!"

He knelt on the bed, raising himself a little higher and took the picture down along the back of my body. We both looked at the picture and I said, "I like it...I think that's good enough to send in...now, take this picture!"

I rolled onto my back, legs close together, my left hand covering my pussy and my right forearm covering my breasts..there was just a little hair on show and about a half of my breast mass.

Again John clicked the picture and we both looked at it, "Now, if the moderator refuses the first photograph, you already have a better one to send in, even if I have gone cool on the Idea!"

Then I suddenly had another idea for a pose, I jumped off of the bed and walked over to the window, I walked straight up to it, even though I could be seen by anyone out on Church Hill. I turned my back on the window and covered my pussy with both hands, this time, there wasn't a bit of hair on show but both of my breasts were totally exposed, I said, "You'd better use the flash and try taking the photograph with your phone upside-down first!"

It took John a while to work out how to turn the photograph but when we looked at it, it looked fantastic. I had one more pose idea in my head while I was still feeling brave, I backed up to the window again and stood with my arms by my side, my feet were shoulder width apart and I said, "Right, now take my picture in this pose!"

Just as John took the picture...the flash must have alerted a passing motorist because he sounded his hooter out on the road, I looked over my shoulder in time to see an old model Volvo driving past and the grinning driver looking up at my bedroom window.

John said, "Oh my God...what do you think he saw?"

"Enough...darling!"

We checked the last photograph, it was actually the best one of all and even for a forty year old woman, I looked bloody fantastic in the nude!

"Right, so...send in that first picture to the website...see what happens and if it gets rejected, you have three other pictures to fall back on!"

I knelt behind John as he opened the website and, as expected, he was refused access, he looked all over the telephone's screen and spotted a small button that said 'Share' so he pressed it.

A form opened that John needed to fill in before he could post my picture in...usual stuff, name, country and a contact email address or telephone number. John filled in his name as John Cooke, rather than John Clarke and put UK in the country and then he stopped, "I can't use my work email address and I don't really want to give the Russians our telephone number!"

"Give them my email address, if they pester me I can always block them!"

As soon as John finished typing my email address into that field the form moved on to another page, 'Model's name:', "Are you happy with me putting Vicky in here?" I nodded my head.

'Model's contact details (This information isn't displayed on the site, it is used for verification that the model is happy for her picture to be used on our site!) John repeated my email address again.

'Relationship to model:' John typed 'Husband'

Another form was triggered by John typing wife into the field, this time the form asked about our family.

"Should I mention our kids?"

"Well, they don't know who we are or where we live, put that we have the kids, just don't tell then their right names!"

John typed in 'Yes' and two small boxes opened, 'Number of boys:' and 'Number of girls:'...it was a selection box that allowed John to select a number of either boys or girls, he selected one boy and two girls.

The screen changed again, 'Details for your son:' That form was more detailed than the form about John, name, date of birth, contact details and picture (Optional).

"Wow, they need a lot of information about Peter...you don't think that this site is one of those paedophile places do you?"

"I have no idea...put his name down as Robin, I think I have Robin's telephone number programmed into my telephone...let him deal with them if they contact him."

As soon as John finished putting those details into the form, it changed again, two forms this time, 'Eldest daughter:' and 'Youngest daughter:'

We put Sarah and Dawn's correct dates of birth, invented names for them, used my email details in both cases.

'Do you have any sisters or sisters in law Yes/No' John checked 'No'.

'Select picture to submit to the moderator:'

John was presented with the picture of me standing by the window with my legs apart and my arms at my side...he swiped left, the picture of me with both of my hands covering my pussy, he swiped left again, it was the picture of me with my forearm covering my chest and one hand covering my pussy, he swiped left again and finally, the picture that we'd agreed to try first popped on his screen and he hesitated, "You should press the submit button if you're sure you're happy for it to go online!"

I didn't hesitate, I pressed the send button.

John was really excited by the whole photography and posting to the website thing and we were just about to finish off the first morning of our new sex life with a fuck when my handbag started to bounce on the bedside cabinets like a demented pogo-stick...John had covered my body with his but he hadn't inserted his cock before my phone started vibrating inside my bag... I'd left it on vibrate from our hour in the church!

I was still under John but he stopped trying to impale me while I retrieved my phone from my bed, I looked at the screen, "Unknown number...it could be the website I guess!"

I pressed the open with loud speaker option from the list.

"Hello, is that Vicky Cooke please?"

I almost said no but John nodded his head frantically because Cooke was the fake name he'd used.

"Yes, who's this please?"

"I'm Serge, one of the website monitors for 'Wives, girlfriends, sisters and daughters sharing website.' Someone called John Cooke has submitted a picture that he claims is of you with your concent but before I can post it, I need to see your face on screen while you agree to the picture being published...I'm sending the picture to your screen so that you can see what we've been asked to post!"

"What do I need to do?"

I'm going to send you a request for a video over IP conversation, just accept the call so that I can see your face on screen while you say that it is okay for us to publish the picture."

My screen flashed first with my photograph and then the invitation to a video call that I accepted.

The screen opened faster than I expected, John was still covering my body with his as Serge's face popped onto my screen, "Hi Serge, my husband was a little worried that my picture wouldn't be accepted for the site because I'm not showing enough of my body!"

"No, I think that the picture of you will be one of the sexiest on our site...you look more like a twenty year old girl than an almost forty year old woman! Now, just for formality, are you willing for that photograph of you to be published on our website?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically but Serge just sat there looking at my face, eventually, I realised that he wanted a verbal confirmation, "Yes. Please publish my picture!"

"Thank you Vicky, I'm sending John his twenty-four hour code to access the site now!" and as if to punctuate that comment, my mobile phone pinged to say that it had just received an email, "Thank you Serge."

"You're welcome Vicky and may I say that you're very brave publishing your un-obscured face in your photograph!"

Serge was gone before I could ask him what he meant.

I told John the code so that he could open the porn site on his own phone, he gave me a shocked look, "There are ten...no, twelve...fourteen messages pinned to your picture already, they all love your picture and they all say how refreshing it is to see a real woman's face in the picture!"

"Does it say where the messages come from?"

John shook his head so I opened the site on my own phone and used the same code. On my site I could see all of the comments from the men but I could also see their email addresses on my screen so that if I wanted to I could correspond with the men sending me messages.

Not only were there thirty messages from men who had looked at my photograph but there were three hundred likes as well and the new messages coming in were asking for me to post more pictures of myself.

I left my screen open with all of the messages running on my screen as John fucked me, he started out the same as always, he buried his cock in my pussy as deeply as he could, I did a 'Three, Two, One!' countdown to John's frenetic fucking to start but he didn't, he pulled back slowly. He couldn't bounce up and down like a lunatic because he was reading the messages coming under my picture so the fuck was very much slower than his usual pace and because of that, I was having the best orgasm under him that I'd ever had.

John groaned with pleasure and started filling my cunt with his spunk, not because of his fucking me but because of a message from one of my new fans, 'I'm wanking myself off as I imagine myself fucking your arse in that position!' A very sexy message but even more so because the message came from a man who said he was from Rushden, just a few miles south of where we lived.

25,700 Words.

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