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After the Recruitment Drive
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

After the Bull's Head team left the pub, we spent five minutes saying our goodbyes to the other players in our team. It had been a great success, we had signed two of the Bull's Head players into our team for next year and we definitely had two other players showing interest. The Bull's Head pub was a natural picking ground for our team as their pub was less than two miles away from our village and quite a few of them lived in between the two pubs. I had sadly missed John's speech when he was promoted to team captain, at the time, I was in a car parked in a buddleia bush in the gateway to a factory that had been closed for over four years with two of the Bull's Head players, making them both happy.

I wrapped my left arm around John's lower back as we walked home through the graveyard. I said, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm not sure...earlier, someone walked through the cemetery and they said that they had seen a couple of those 'Children of Rajneesh' screwing on top of a grave...well, they think that the woman was one because she was totally naked out there, the guy looked like he was fully dressed though."

Now that surprised me, I hadn't seen or heard anyone out in the graveyard when I was being raped so I wondered if it was me that had been seen or if someone else had been fucked during the evening.

"What made you think that it was someone from that religious sect that had sex out here?"

John pointed at the sarcophagus that I had been raped on, "They were fucking on that grave and the man buried there was the first owner of the country house before it was given to the sect to live in so it probably seems symbolic to them!"

Too much of a coincidence, someone must have been watching me while I was raped earlier and I wondered why that hadn't told John that it was me.

When we got home, John gave me a passionate kiss just inside the front door and as he kissed me, he was pushing my shoulder straps from my shoulders, I looked at the glass door, any of our neighbours could be out walking their dog over the fields opposite our house and I thought that I'd already been seen by far too many men already for one night so before my dress fell to the floor again, I pushed John through the living room door.

"What would you like to do darling?"

John looked thoughtful for a moment, "I know that we don't have long, you should have been asleep hours ago but would you give me a little suck please?"

I thought, 'Well, I've had a lot of oral sex already tonight so why not!'

I knelt on the floor in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. I was about to do my usual blowjob technique but I stopped myself and held his cock gently in my mouth, rolling it around in my mouth with my tongue. I resisted the option to suck, just holding him in my mouth.

I managed to keep him in my mouth for close to fifteen minutes, he loved every second and he was really surprised that he hadn't been forced to push my mouth away from his cock. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Would you like to cum in my mouth or in my cunt darling?"

"Well, I'd really love to cum in your mouth but I'd really like to cum in your pussy as well and I know that I won't be able to do both before you really do have to go to bed and get some sleep!"

"Okay then darling, let's go up to bed and finish off up there."

I turned the hall light off before I walked past the front door in the nude and then ran up the stairs. We tumbled into our bedroom kissing and fooling around, John threw me onto our bed and climbed on top of me, "Do I need to lick you out and get you ready for sex darling?"

I shook my head, "I've been turned on all night, I think that I'll be wet enough for you to just do me!"

He plugged in and then stopped, "Wow, you do feel wet, you feel a little bit bigger as well!"

John started fucking me, I just lay there looking at the clock thinking, 'I'll be able to go to sleep in three or four minutes!'

John had changed his technique, usually he just went off like a rabbit and pounded into me for all he was worth but this time, he was fucking me slowly with long thrusts and every so often he altered his position slightly which stopped his climb, he lifted my knees, not as high as Mark had done earlier. John's new position made the top of his cock rub against my clitoris, my eyes closed and I lost sight of my clock and started to shake through a mini orgasm.

"Oh! You like that do you?"

"Yesssss!"

John kept me in the same position and he started to fuck me faster, driving my climax to greater heights and when he finally climaxed into me, I looked at the clock again and was shocked that after seven years of three minute fucks, John had lasted for thirty minutes and that was after me giving him fifteen minutes of oral sex earlier. Even though I was really tired and it was an hour since we'd left the pub, I was still more than happy that I'd given John forty-five minutes of pleasure in repayment for my hours of sexual pleasure from the Bull's Head players earlier. I could lay the blame for John's new found longevity firmly at the door of the men who had fucked me earlier, they had stretched me so much that it had taken most of the friction away from John's little cock.

John went to the toilet and I was asleep before he flushed the toilet.

I woke at five o'clock in the morning and made my breakfast like a zombie, it could all have been a wonderful dream if it hadn't been for my torn nighty in the kitchen bin and the lumps of jellified semen that were dropping on top the kitchen floor as I moved around.

I got in my car and started the engine, I remembered Gary and Peter talking about Amanda Prescott and that Peter was going to visit her this morning after David left for work. I knew that at five thirty in the morning, it was far too early for David to have left for work already but I knew where they lived, a house called Foxgloves on Glebe Road. I was curious, so even though it was out of my way, I drove past their house.

I stopped in the street outside the Prescott's house, there were no signs of life at their house but there was something interesting for me...

I worked in Northampton at 'Three Keys Security', a company that installed, repaired and monitored burglar alarms and Foxgloves had one of our older alarm systems installed, the house opposite Foxgloves, unimaginatively named 'Sixty-one', had one of our latest systems, I even spotted that it had a camera mounted under the alarm box. At six o'clock I would check on my computer for trigger events, peoples alarm systems self diagnosed and if they spotted an issue, it would alert us so that one of our engineers could be sent out to fix it. Once I'd filled up all of my engineers with work, I would usually monitor the status of alarm systems all over the country.

I checked my inventory for Foxgloves on Glebe Road but it wasn't there, Dave Prescott must have changed the name of his house when he moved in so I changed my search criteria to just Glebe Road in my village and spotted four houses with our alarms: '58', '61', '99' and '101'. I pressed my whole brain power into the situation and made an educated guess that number fifty-eight could me Foxgloves because the number put it roughly opposite sixty-one and our records that was the only house on that side of the road and another reason was that fifty-eight had a marker against it that it was no longer under our monitoring protection.

I took the flag off the record and looked into the alarm, it was still in regular use as a standard alarm, just an unmonitored one so I put the flag back on it.

At seven thirty I looked at number sixty-one, I used our remote access and pulled up the camera feed and pointed the camera at Foxgloves just in time to see Dave Prescott leaving the house and running down the drive to his car. I watched Dave drive away and zoomed out again, I was about to close my connection to the camera when Peter Tomlinson pulled up outside Dave's house.

He walked to David's front door and he rang the bell, I saw movement at the bedroom window, Amanda opened the bedroom curtains and looked down into the street. I zoomed in on the window just as she recognised that it was Peter at her front door, she looked excited and then ran down to the front door wearing just her nighty. I panned and tilted the camera to focus on the front door. Amanda opened the door and Peter kissed her before stepping inside her house. She stepped out of the front door and looked up and down the street before following Peter in the house.

I watched through the glass front door as they kissed in the hallway and Amanda opened her living room door and gestured for Peter into that room but Peter dug his heels in. I could imagine the conversation, "Come into the living room Peter."

"No, I want to go up to your bedroom."

"Come on Peter, we can do anything in the living room that we can do upstairs."

"I want to take you to bed...to your bed!"

"But I would feel more guilty doing it in David's bed than on the sofa or the floor."

"I know, that's what makes it more special for me!"

Amanda suddenly moved, she walked away from the living room door and walked past Peter, he grabbed her and kissed her and then he pulled her nighty off over her head, right there in front of the glass front door. She pulled herself out of his arms and ran up the stairs with Peter chasing after her trying to kiss her bum as she ran.

I tilted the camera up and panned to her bedroom window. I watched Amanda run into her bedroom and she pulled the bedding off of the bed and jumped it all on the floor before jumping onto the bottom sheet which was still tucked neatly under the mattress. She sat on her bed watching Peter getting undressed while I sat at my desk doing the same. the only real difference between Amanda and me was that while she was totally naked, I was covered by my thin cotton dress and nothing else but my excuse for that was that I was sitting in my office in the middle of Northampton while she was in the privacy of her own bedroom...or rather she thought that her bedroom was a private place. Peter must have asked her something but I couldn't tell, Peter wasn't facing me but Amanda was, I zoomed in on her face, it was a struggle to read her lips on the computer screen but I translated it into, 'My birthday was the last time and that was three months ago!'

Peter pushed his underpants down and rubbed his hand along the length of his cock Amanda spoke again, 'Once a week with you would be fantastic...me and Dave haven’t done it more than once a month since...'

Peter had pushed her onto her back on the bed, I filled in the missing word as '...honeymoon.'

I watched them fucking for thirty minutes solid, my second computer screen alerted me to an alarm event in Towcester. I called up the information page on the property with one eye on Peter and Amanda fucking energetically on her bed.

I telephoned the customer and reported the alarm being triggered, the customer apologised to me, he had triggered the alarm himself. I was slightly distracted, Peter had just collapsed on top of Amanda and he had stopped bouncing up and down.

"No problem Mr Baker but I will need your password please before I cancel the police visit!"

"Oh right...yes of course, my password is 'Peter', that's my son's name!"

"Thank you very much Mr Baker, I can cancel my call to the police now...have a nice day."

It was all so much bullshit...we had to pay for every false call that we put into the police so we never made that call until we had tried to talk to the customer first.

I was looking at Amanda's lips again, 'That was fantastic, do you have to go now?'

Peter lifted his head and he rolled off of Amanda's body, now I could see Peter's lips, 'No, I don't have to go just yet, we could have a coffee break and get back down to it again after.'

Peter's cock was no longer rock hard, he was flaccid, Amanda passed him a handful of tissues and she grabbed some for herself, they both wiped their genital areas as they slipped off of the bed.

I panned the camera again, I was going to point the camera back at where the customer had pointed it but as I was getting it into place I saw John Dawson, our village's postman, he had two letters in his hand but he was standing at the back of Peter's car, taking a photograph of Peter's car and where it was parked, I spotted movement at the front door and John turned his phone to the house, he had switched his camera from still image to video and he filmed the naked Amanda walking past the door and the equally naked Peter following her. John then put the two envelopes that he had in his hand into his jacket pocket and he put his phone away and walked on to number forty and delivered mail there.

I was going to park the CCTV camera and close my link to number sixty-one Glebe Road but seeing John Dawson's strange behaviour made me turn the camera back onto Amanda's bed but I went back to work testing alarms all around the country. Once a day, every day, every alarm would be called up, either by telephone, in the case of our newer systems or by Packnet, a radio system developed for monitored burglar alarms in the nineteen sixties. Each alarm would report its status, one of, 'Energised', 'De-energised', 'Faulty' or 'No response'. I had to send an engineer out as an urgent call to reports of no response and those alarms reporting a fault, they got a same day call and that was all I had to do.

Once the system was started on its diagnostic call, I could leave it running by itself, just look at the screen occasionally for problems.

I reported two properties to engineers for urgent calls but apart from that, the system was relatively quiet.

I spotted movement in my peripheral vision, Amanda and Peter were back on Amanda's bed and this time, she was on top of him, riding him like the stallion that he was. This time I could see Peter's lips but not Amanda's, I saw Peter ask, 'So, would you like sex more often than once a week?'

I didn't need to read Amanda's lips, she nodded her head enthusiastically.

Peter laughed, 'I probably wouldn't...' no, more like, 'I don't think I could come more than once a week but I have a lot of friends who are looking for a sex Goddess like you...would you like me to introduce you to them?'

I sensed a little reluctance on Amanda's part.

Peter said, 'Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have two men at the same time?'

Again, I didn't see her reply, I did see her whole body shiver and she started her climax.

Peter was lying totally still as Amanda bounced up and down on his cock, Peter was whispering soothing words to her, I think he was telling her what a great job she was doing but then his talk got a little clearer to me, 'Well, would you like to try anal sex sometime?'

I almost had an orgasm of my own, I looked around my office, there were only three other women in there with me and they were all busy with their own tasks at that moment.

Amanda was starting to come down from her climax but Peter placed his hands on her ribs, under her breasts and he lifted her a few inches and started fucking up into her, taking her back to her orgasmic peak again and then Peter said, 'do you know Denis Ball...he joined our darts team earlier in the season?'

I saw Amanda gasping for air as she nodded her head.

'Well, Denis is working in the village today, I could phone him up and invite him round for a little play with us!'

Amanda's body shook even more as she transitioned to an even higher climactic level, Peter smiled as he lowered her body back down and she fell against his chest. I'd seen Amanda a few times but I had never registered just how petite she was, her breasts were tiny, she could only be a thirty-two 'A' cup or 'B' at a push, a slim waist and boyish hips and she was only five feet two inches tall, she could easily pass as a twelve year old girl if she dressed in a school uniform.

Amanda's head was resting on Peter's chest now but she was facing away from me, Peter was kissing the top of her head and then he lifted his head, 'What do you think? Should I phone Denis or not?"

Amanda shook her head.

Peter lifted her chin and kissed her, he pulled his hips away from her and his cock slipped out. I could see that he was still rampant, his cock still rock hard...so even though he had given Amanda a massive orgasm, he hadn't cum for his second time yet.

'Well, I've had a great time thanks...but I'd better go now, do you want me to come back next Friday?"

Amanda suddenly jumped onto her knees and I could see her face, 'Do you have to go now...' she reached down and started to rub his cock, it looked like she was desperate to keep him hard, '...I was hoping that we could have a little longer together!'

Peter started shuffling towards the edge of the bed, 'I have a job to go to unfortunately...you know, a man can't live on sex alone!"

Amanda looked a little shocked as his cock slipped out of her grasp, 'What if I say yes to Denis Ball coming over to join us?"

Peter stopped moving away from her, 'Well if Denis can come to play, he'll give me a hand on my job this afternoon so I'll be able to spend at least another hour or so with you!'

I was impressed, Amanda had made a complete turnaround about having another man join them, just because of the threat that Peter would leave her early and him mentioning the following week, I saw that as a subtle kind of threat, almost like, 'Will it be worth my while coming next week if you still won't let me bring a friend to help me out.'

Peter turned his back, it was almost as if he could see me the other side of the camera lens because he was looking straight into my eyes as he said, 'Well, can I phone Denis?'

Amanda said, 'Yes!'

And Peter's mouth curled into a massive smile, he was about to slip his legs into his underpants but after Amanda had said yes, he dropped his underpants and picked his trousers off of the floor, he took his phone out of one pocket and a small bottle out of the other, he was still facing me when he made his call to Denis and then he dropped the phone onto Amanda's bedside table.

Peter manhandled Amanda around on the bed until she was on her hands and knees, he trickled a little oil down the crack between her bum cheeks and then he shuffled around on the bed until his cock was against Amanda's lips. She took him into her mouth and he leaned over her back and started to play with her bottom, slowly working his finger up her bottom.

It had taken Denis just two minutes to get to Foxgloves, he must have been sitting just around the corner in his car waiting for Peter's telephone call. I watched Denis ring Amanda's front door bell, Peter said, 'He's here...go and let him in!'

Amanda went to put a dressing gown on, Peter said, 'Don't mess about, if you put that on, you'll only have to take it off again as soon as you get back up here.'

Amanda put her hands on her hips and said, 'What are you trying to do to me...get me caught by one of my neighbours?'

'No, I want you to do what I ask you to do without questioning me!'

Amanda threw her dressing gown onto the floor, it looked like she was about to cry.

'And make sure that you greet Denis with a smile on your face when you get to the front door, if Denis thinks that you're doing this under duress, he'll turn tail and leave us on our own and I'll have to go and start work!'

I returned the camera to the front door, Amanda must have had a change of heart as she climbed down the stairs, she opened the door with a big smile on her face and she made no attempt to hide her body from the street, she even greeted Denis with a kiss on the doorstep.

I couldn't believe just how turned on I was from watching Amanda and her sexual domination by Peter and now Denis as well. I would have said in the past that pornography turned me off because it all seemed far too false but I could easily have brought myself off while watching Amanda playing with two men if I had been all on my own somewhere.

Amanda started out on her hands and knees with Peter fucking her from behind, not anal sex, vaginal penetration but in the doggy position and while he was fucking her, she was sucking Denis' cock for him. My attention was taken by an alarm event, I called the contact telephone number, the householder was in London and there shouldn't have been anyone at home.

I phoned the police, I actually had a direct contact number because I was an alarm monitor, "I can see from the alarm log that the back door was opened, someone entered the kitchen and went through the hallway to the living room."

The police liaison officer asked me if the alarm was sounding.

"No, the alarm is set for silent alarm for three minutes."

"Can you stop it ringing for a little longer so that my men can respond before it sounds?"

"I'll hold the sounder off manually for a few more minutes, can you let me know when you get there please?"

I looked back at my camera monitor's screen, Peter was on his back on the bed, Amanda was riding on top of him and Denis was kneeling behind her, he pushed his cock against her anus and she jerked her body in pain, Denis pulled away from her and he rubbed some of Peter's lubricant over his cock, dribbled more lubricant over her bum again and then he returned his cock to her bum.

I watched Denis putting in a lot of effort trying to open Amanda's anus up for sex, I could see instantly why Peter had suggested Denis join them for their threesome, Denis' cock was significantly thinner than Peter's cock. I saw Denis' cock bend away from the door and he had to grip it in his fist to keep it on the straight and narrow path to Amanda's anus. Denis suddenly jumped forward, his hips crashing against Amanda's buttocks, I saw Amanda throw her head back as she screamed out in pain...well, I assumed that's what she did, it was hard to read a scream on someone's lips.

I actually felt a little jealous, I'd tried a threesome twice yesterday but I'd given oral and vaginal sex to Mark and Ian, I'd been asked if I had performed anal sex and it could have been a 'Questiongestion' a kind of combination between a question and a suggestion. I was now very envious of Amanda, even though Amanda looked like she was in a serious amount of pain.

I was distracted by work again, two calls this time and after I sorted those out I looked back at the pornography film that was The Foxgloves. Denis was just starting to fuck Amanda's back passage with slow fluid movements and Amanda started to look like she was enjoying the feeling of having two men in her body fucking her at the same time.

I was distracted again but this time with something in Glebe Road, John Dawson had just parked his bright red post office van behind Denis' car, he photographed the back of Denis' car and then he pulled away from the curb. He stopped just a little further down the street momentarily and I parked up.

I suddenly had to close the camera monitor down because Sally came over to my desk with two cups of coffee, she handed me one and then she sat on my desk, we were about to have an unofficial coffee break.

I was very pissed off that Sally had broken my link to Amanda's fun but she would have been suspicious if I had sent her away. I sipped at my coffee, "Sally, does your husband have any sexual fantasies?"

Sally almost spat a mouthful of coffee all over the office and me as well, "What brought that on?"

I shouldn't really blame her, we had worked together for over five years and sex had never been mentioned before by either of us.

I smiled at her and took a sip of my coffee, "It's just that I had a great night last night and I discovered, for the first time in the last ten years, that my husband has sexual fantasies."

"Really, who told you about them?"

"A few people really, apparently, men talk about their fantasies to each other and in the end, John told me about his biggest fantasy...so, I wondered if all men had them...what do you think?"

Sally shook her head, "I don't think that my Ben has a single thought about sex ever...he certainly never wants to put anything sexual into practice!"

"Really, so you two don't 'COMMUNICATE' in the bedroom anymore then?"

"Well, I insist on my marital on special occasions, you know, my birthday, our wedding anniversary, St Valentines Day...that sort of thing!"

I thought, bloody hell, she gets even less than I was getting...well, less often than I was getting, she probably got longer than three minutes each time.

Sally took another sip of her coffee, "So, what is John's biggest fantasy then?"

Well, I'd started the ball rolling now so I might as well tell her, "Well, his biggest fantasy is to watch me having sex with someone else...you know, either there with me while I'm doing it or him hidden from us, spying on us as we did the deed!"

Sally laughed, "Would you be willing to screw another man while someone watched you?"

"Well Sally...you know, I didn't say a man!"

Sally gasped, "John wants to watch you having sex with another woman?"

I nodded my head, "Well, I think he would be happy for me to have sex with another man but he would get the biggest kick from watching me and another woman!"

Sally looked thoughtful for a moment, "Have you ever tried sex with another woman Sarah?"

I shook my head.

"Well, I have, just a few times when I was at school, you know, just schoolgirl crushes on our hockey captain, we messed about for a few weeks and then she dumped me for a younger girl."

I laughed, "One of the drawbacks of going to an all girl school Sally."

Sally drained her cup and as she slipped off of my desk she said, "Well, if you ever want to help John fulfil his fantasy...you know my home number, I'd be only too happy to help out!"

Sally had a massive grin on her face as she walked away from me, she had just dropped a hand grenade on me and she went back to work.

I shook my head and thought, 'Well, that was definitely an offer but sally is a little too close to home to take her up on it.'

As soon as I was safe, I turned my monitor back on and watched the end game on Amanda's bed. Amanda was still on her hands and knees taking Denis up her bum but now Peter was standing at the side of the bed with his cock in her mouth. I watched for two more minutes, Denis was rolling through a powerful climax and Peter suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth and emptied his balls all over Amanda's face and tits.

I watched the two men get dressed and Amanda pulled her dressing gown on and took them both down to the front door. Denis said something to Amanda but I couldn't see his lips moving, Amanda nodded her head and she said, 'I'll be here all morning on Tuesday so you can come around if you like!'

Denis grinned at Peter and walked to his car. Peter watched as Denis walked to his car with his back to Amanda and I read his lips as he said, 'When Denis comes on Tuesday, remember to let him finish off up your bum so that I can try it that way next Friday!'

Peter turned and kissed her as she stood on the doorstep, I panned the camera down the street and saw John Dawson filming that kiss on his mobile phone.

I panned back to the house, Amanda was now in the living room opening the curtains, she walked from the window towards her kitchen, Peter was sitting in his car, talking on his phone, I saw his lips form the word Gary as he drove off, he was telling Gary from the King's Head that he had not only got into Amanda's knickers but he had talked her into having a threesome with him and Denis.

As soon as Peter left Glebe Road, John Dawson drove back in front of Amanda's house. I watched him ring her doorbell and she came to the front door still only wearing a dressing gown and nothing else. I read her lips, 'A coffee you cheeky bugger!'

John took his phone out of his pocket and he turned the phone so that Amanda could see it, her jaw dropped and then she muttered, 'Fucking hell!'

John looked over his shoulder as if he was checking that no one was eves dropping on him, I read, 'So...do I get invited in for an...erm...coffee Mrs Prescott?' on his lips.

I watched Amanda invite John into her house, he made her take her dressing gown off for him while he dropped his trousers, I watched as he forced her to suck his cock in the middle of the living room and that was no loving act, he fucked her mouth so hard that it caused her throat to pump out gallons of saliva to try and sooth the pain he was causing, then he bent her over the back of the sofa and fucked her cunt hard and after twenty minutes I watched him pull out a little further and Amanda screamed, I guessed that he had just changed holes and he was up her bum now to finish off.

He wiped his cock clean and as he was pulling his trousers back up, he said, 'Shall we say Thursday mornings from now on...well, until I get tired of fucking you at any rate or I'll show Dave the video!'

I pointed the camera at the driver's door of the owner of number sixty-one's car which is where it was when I took over control of it.

I rushed to finish everything that I had to do before packing up for the day and left work. On my walk to the car park I bumped into one of John's workmates, a man in his late forties called Melvin. I'd met him at a few of John's work events and he was a player, he was actually one of the reasons that John thought that I didn't like men flirting with me because Melvin was an aggressive flirt and he was usually drunk. If I had seen Melvin on Wednesday and he hadn't spotted me, I would have changed direction and hope that he hadn't actually seen me but that was Wednesday.

I called out, "Melvin...Melvin, it's me, Sarah Clarke...John's wife!" from about thirty feet away.

Melvin stopped in his tracks, he gave me a confused look and then he raised his eyebrows and his face brightened, "Hi Sarah...what are you doing in town at this time of the day?"

"Well, I've just done eight hours monitoring alarms and I was just on my way to have a cup of coffee when I saw you walking down here and wondered if you had time for a coffee!"

His mouth widened into a grin, a lecherous grin..."I've always got time for you Sarah."

Melvin walked up to me and slipped his arm across the small of my back. I saw him give me a sideways look because he felt how thin my dress was, he did a double take when he saw my breasts inside my dress but without the expected straps and cups that should have been visible through such a thin dress, he looked away from me and then quickly turned his head back and he shook me slightly to see just how much my tits wobbled in case I was wearing one of those lycra bras that didn't show under clothes.

His grin widened even more and then wider still when I looked at him and smiled at him rather than frowning.

I broke the silence and said, "So, what have you been doing with yourself today Melvin?"

"I was in a meeting with your old man this morning for an hour, he seemed a lot more chilled than usual and I had to have my annual medical for my life insurance this afternoon, so nothing much really, I haven't even gotten my hands dirty today."

I think because I was showing an interest in his day, Melvin slid his hand down a few inches lower on the small of my back, he had shaken me to prove to himself that I wasn't wearing a bra and now he was trying to confirm his suspicion that I wasn't wearing knickers either. I have to say that it was a good job that it was a mild winter's day or I would have frozen to death. I hadn't bothered with a winter coat, mainly because I needed to sew some new buttons on my winter coat and I was planning on not being out in the cold for more than a few seconds, only walking the few yards from my car in the car park to my office and back again.

Melvin walked me past three coffee bars, two of them were in large chains and he stopped at a Wetherspoons Hotel, "Is this place okay for you Sarah?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Their coffee is just as good as anywhere else I guess but only half the price!"

Melvin's hand was at the point that my buttocks started to round out and he still hadn't felt any knickers under my dress and...more importantly...I hadn't slapped his face or pushed his hand away from my bum. He said, "The way that I look at it, save a little on the coffee leaves more money to buy cakes with! And anyway, a lot of my friends use this pub"

I nodded my head and let him guide me into the pub, it was a very old building and it still had booths at the back of the room for people to sit and drink in, away from the windows and door out on the road. There were six men in the main bar area, it was two o'clock in the afternoon and that brand of pub had a special offer on coffee, people without much money could buy one cup of coffee and refill the cup for free all day if they wanted to. The pub had been built with several rooms that had all been knocked into one but it made the room into an 'L' shape, on the right the room went behind the serving area that couldn't be seen from the bar

One of the six men, one who had a pint of beer in front of him, jumped to his feet, "Hi Malvin, You're early today!"

Malvin guided me to that man's table, "Hi Simon, Sarah, this is my friend Simon Gould, he spends most of his day polishing that seat with his bum!"

I shook Simon's hand and Malvin shuffled in closer to me, his hand was now firmly on my left buttock and as I shook Simon's hand, Malvin pressed his crotch against my right buttock, I looked over my shoulder before I let go of Simon's hand and caught Malvin trying to signal something non-verbal to Simon but stopped when I looked at his face. Simon asked us if we wanted to join him at his table but Malvin said, "Not out here in the open...I was planning on going to a more private table with Sarah."

I saw the shadow of Malvin's head on Simon's table, Malvin was making exaggerated movements towards the right hand corner of the room, Simon's face opened up a little and he smiled and nodded his head.

Melvin guided me to the corner booth in the right hand corner of the room, as far away from the rest of the world as possible. Each booth had two, three seat, benches, one on each side of the booth, Melvin stood by the left hand side bench and gestured for me to sit on the right hand side of the booth. Before last night, I would have sat on the first seat, forcing Melvin to sit opposite me but today, I sat on the first seat and slid along the plush leather seat cushion to the third seat, right in the corner of the booth. Melvin smiled at the seat that I had chosen, he still could have sat opposite me but he didn't, he slipped onto the first seat and then he turned sideways on in the seat, his right knee on seat number two.

Simon cleared his throat, I couldn't see him because he was standing behind the wall between our booth and the next, he said, "Is it okay for me to join you or do you want privacy?"

Malvin looked at me, "What do you think Sarah?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't mind..." I managed to stop myself saying, '...the more the merrier!' I didn't really mind if Simon joined us, when I had offered Malvin a coffee, we were at the edge of the car park and part of me wanted Malvin to suggest taking me to his house for coffee or coming with me to my house, that way, there could have been some sexual contact but I wasn't desperate for sex, just very turned on from watching Amanda taking on three men all morning long.

Simon slipped in opposite us in the booth, Malvin got up to order our coffee and cake and Simon sat on the first seat on the left hand side of the booth. Simon was okay crossing the first and second seat but when he got to the third seat, his knees crashed into mine. He looked under the table and said, "Oh sorry, I thought I was hitting the table leg, you don't realise how narrow these tables are until you get two adults sitting opposite each other do you?"

I looked under my side of the table and watched as Simon tried to make himself a little more comfortable, he had to almost stand up, he moved his feet under the table, he pressed his feet against mine, forcing my feet apart before sitting back down. Simon slid forward in his seat, his knees almost touching the front of my seat, forcing my legs wide apart. I was still looking down at Simon's legs when he slipped his left hand under the table and rested his palm on my knee on top of my dress.

I looked up at his face, his hand was just sitting there on my knee without moving, he raised his eyebrows twice and smiled across the table at me, I returned his smile but didn't do anything about his hand on my knee. When Malvin returned to the table, he looked at where Simon was sitting and the fact that he was sitting right forward so that his stomach was pressing into his side of the table, Malvin looked under the table as he sat down, he saw how Simon and I were interlocked and that his hand was resting on my dress covered knee. Malvin smiled at Simon and nodded his head with an smile fixed on his lips.

As Malvin nodded his head, Simon started moving his hand, he rubbed it up my leg a few inches and then back to my knee, he was actually pulling my dress up slightly with each rotation, pulling the bottom hem of my dress up a few inches higher. Malvin sat at my side again and turned to face me, his right knee on the seat touching my left thigh.

Malvin gave Simon a conspiratorial smile, Simon's hand had finally exposed my right knee and was now resting on my uncovered knee. Malvin said, "When I was chatting to your John this morning, he told me that you went with him to the pub last night to his darts match."

I looked away from Simon's hand to Malvin's face, "Well, not quite, John went to the pub on his own, I was going to have an early night but someone spilt beer on his speech so I had to turn out and take him a copy!"

"But you did stop and watch him play darts, didn't you?"

I nodded my head.

Malvin looked at Simon, "You've heard of the King's Head darts team, haven't you Simon?"

Simon nodded his head, "That Gary bloke asked me if I wanted to play for them, he told me that some of the wives are very friendly and would make it well worth my while if I signed for them!"

Malvin had started pulling the left hand side of my dress up to the same point that Simon had taken my hem to but he wasn't doing it discretely like Simon had done, Malvin was totally open about what he was doing.

"Who ordered the Black Forest Gateaux?"

I lifted my left hand, "Me!"

My cake was slid across the table to me, Malvin had picked cheese cake, I had a coffee Americana and Malvin had a latte. The waitress picked her tray up and returned to the main room, Malvin turned towards me a little more and he reached out with his left hand and placed his hand on my bare knee.

Malvin said, "Tell me Sarah, did you see any of the hanky-panky going on at the pub last night?"

"No hanky-panky, most of the wives were friendly with both team's players though."

Malvin started stroking up my leg under my dress, "I've heard a rumour that sometimes King's Head's wives will flash their tits out in the bar to excite the men...did you see anything like that Sarah?"

I thought about it for a moment, I'd actually seen far more than a players wife flashing her tits but I didn't want to say that to Malvin, "No, nothing like that out in the open bar!"

Malvin eased my dress up a little higher, about six inches of my upper thigh was exposed now as well as Simon's hand because Malvin had flicked the whole of the front of my dress up. Malvin slipped his right hand between my bottom and the back of my seat and he pushed me forward until my stomach touched the edge of the table and now Simon's fingertips were just an inch from my pussy.

"Have you ever fantasised about doing something like flashing your tits in a pub before Sarah?"

I looked at Malvin's face and shook my head.

"Pity, I would have loved to see your tits out here in my favourite pub! Why don't you at least open a few buttons down the front of your dress so that we can see a little of your cleavage?"

I shook my head.

Malvin said, "Go on, live a little dangerously for once in your life...just unfasten two buttons then if you don't want to show off too much!"

Simon joined in with the begging, the two men took it in turns and after the tenth time, I thought, 'What the hell did I come with him for if it wasn't to have a bit of fun?'

I started at the top button by my chin and unfastened the second button, Simon smiled at me and he nodded his head so I unfastened the third button. Malvin slipped his hand a little higher under my dress as he whispered, "Good girl, you look gorgeous!"

I smiled at his encouraging words and unfastened the fourth button down the front of my dress. Simon and Malvin grinned at each other congratulating themselves on their success with me as I moved on to the fifth button, I had now unfastened all the buttons to below my bust line, there were more buttons that could be opened, they went all the way to the bottom hem of my dress, but I left them closed.

Malvin's hand had reached the same point on my left leg that Simon's hand was on my right, I could feel both sets of fingers almost touching my pussy mound, "Good girl, now, how about opening the front of your dress...just a little so that we can see a little flesh!"

I looked over to the left, towards the main area of the bar, I knew that I wouldn't actually be able to see very far, Simon had proven that earlier when he stood just a foot away from our booth and asked if he could join us...but I still looked before I folded both sides of my dress over an inch at the neck, exposing a sliver of flesh down to a point just below my breasts but two inches wide at the top.

I got smiles from both men, Malvin started creeping his fingers a little closer to my pussy and he and Simon started working on me to get me to open my neckline a little wider as I finished my cake. By the time I'd finished my coffee and cake, the neck of my dress was open almost eight inches wide, the sixth button from the top of my dress was straining at its button hole and Simon and Malvin had a view of my cleavage almost to the start of my areola.

Malvin drained his coffee cup and then he asked me if I would go and fetch him a fresh cup of coffee. I pointed out that he couldn't get an endless supply of latte, just the Americana in black or white, "I know...I don't really need another coffee, I'd just like to see you walk through the bar with the top of your dress open like that."

It was quite a struggle to get my legs untangled from Simon's and then to get out of my seat after Malvin set me free.

Malvin stopped me walking away from our booth, "What's the shortest dress that you've ever worn Sarah?"

I touched my thigh about seven inches above my knee, "But I was only about twelve years old when I wore that dress."

Malvin moved my index finger to the button that was just below where I was pointing, "So, you've worn dresses this short before so you should be happy to let me unfasten the buttons below your finger!"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, I guess that I was happy when I was twelve years old but..."

Malvin didn't let me finish, he crouched down in front of me and opened the bottom five buttons so I walked through the room with the top five buttons of my dress unfastened as well as the bottom five and the six buttons in the middle of my dress still closed.

Both men followed me to the corner of the server and they watched me as I walked through the bar past the five unemployed men drinking cheap coffee all afternoon, I got a couple of wolf whistles as I crossed through the bar to the side of the front window where the self-service coffee machine was, I filled Malvin's cup and walked back to even more whistles.

I walked back to our booth a lot slower than I had walked out to the coffee machine, I told myself that it was to avoid spilling the cup of coffee that I'd just made but I was kidding myself, I was revelling in the attention from the five men in the bar watching my legs popping out in front of my dress as I walked along and the way the top of my dress flopped from side to side with each step that I took, I was on the edge of my breasts popping out into full view.

When I reached the booth, Simon was sitting on my seat, Malvin was standing just around the corner watching me walking through the bar, he kissed my cheek as I walked past him and he slapped my bum, "Why don't you go and look after Simon for a few minutes Sarah?"

I put Malvin's coffee down on the table on the left hand side, thinking that Malvin had swapped sides with Simon and would eventually sit opposite us. I looked over the table at Simon, his trousers were wide open and he was stroking his cock with his right hand, Simon told me to kneel on the seat that Malvin had been sitting on before and he pulled my head down to his lap so that I could suck his cock. As I sucked him, he pushed the collar of my dress down my back a little, opening the front wider and allowing my tits to fall out into the open, he fondled my tits as I sucked him.

I froze when I heard Malvin talking to someone just a few feet away from us, "So you want us to move into the main room darling?"

"No Malvin, you're okay, I'm just closing this end of the bar off while I'm on my break, when you go just make sure that you put the chairs back across the gap."

Thirty seconds later I felt Malvin's hands on my buttocks, he pushed the back of my dress over my lower back and then he placed his palms on my bare buttocks and he slipped his thumb into my crack and pulled me open, "I see that John doesn't play on the back garden Sarah...is that because you won't let him?"

I let Simon's cock slip out of my mouth and looked over my shoulder at Malvin, "I don't know what you mean!"

"Isn't John interested in fucking your arse hole or is it you that's stopping him?"

I shook my head, "He hasn't got any interest in it and I'm not sure that I like the idea of that kind of sex."

Simon pulled my head back into place on his cock as Malvin said, "That's a pity, if you let men use your arse, you could look after three men at the same time!"

I just shook my head but kept on sucking Simon as Malvin slipped his cock into my cunt from behind and I was having sex with two men again. As Malvin fucked me he unbuttoned the last six buttons down the front of my dress and once the last button flipped open, Malvin slapped my arse and told Simon that it was time to change round.

I was pulled away from Simon and dragged to my feet, Malvin pulled me to the corner of the serving area where the waitress had formed a wall of seats to keep customers penned into the main bar area and he opened the front of my dress, "How would you like to walk over to the coffee machine now Sarah?"

I shivered with excitement but I shook my head, "No...definitely not!"

I was taken back to the booth and Malvin sat on the first seat on the right hand side of the booth, I was out in the room still and he pulled me down to his cock as I sucked Malvin's cock, Simon slipped his cock into my cunt and both men fucked me together until they both climaxed into me.

As soon as they finished off, I jumped upright and fastened the middle six buttons on the front of my dress before taking my leave of the men and walked back to the main road.

As I walked through the city centre there was a definite swish in my tail, I could see my legs flashing out in turn and the fact that every step I took threatened to throw one or other of my breasts out into the open, I even considered fastening one of top buttons, just to be on the safe side.

As I approached the road down to the car park where my car was, I spotted one of my fellow villagers, I didn't know his name but I had seen him at various things around the village. He was running to catch our village bus but as he ran, the handle of his shopping bag gave out, spilling packages and boxes all over the pavement.

The bus drove off while he was picking everything up off of the floor. I changed direction and went to help him pick all of his stuff up. I picked up a package that had split in the fall and as I picked it up for him, it revealed itself to be three boxes of ten polyisoprene condoms. I looked at the side of the boxes and then I looked at him and raised my eyebrows, he blushed and took the condoms off of me.

"I think we both live in the same village, would you like a lift home as you have missed your bus?"

He said, "I think that I have seen you about but never dressed like that!"

I smiled at him, because I was squatting down to pick his stuff up, he could see far more of me that I'd bargained for.

I pointed to the car park, "My car is over there!"

We walked along making small talk, he had lived in the village for two years, his name was Oliver Perkins and his wife was Penny.

Once in the car I said, "Are you expecting a heavy weekend?"

He turned in his seat and said, "What do you mean?"

I looked into his eyes and smiled, "Not many men buy their condoms by the thirty!"

He laughed, "My wife has an allergy to latex and her doctor prescribes thirty condoms, four times a year for her but I have to collect them from the chemists because she's too embarrassed."

I laughed, "Thirty condoms wouldn't last me and my husband for three months...they'd last more like six years!"

He gave me a serious look, "Really?"

I nodded my head but thought, 'Well, before last night at least...who know how often John will want to have sex if I flirt with members of the darts team every week and he gets turned on by that!'

"But I thought that John was a member of the darts team!"

My smile widened, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, there are rumours around the village about what goes on during the darts matches and training nights at the King's Head!'

That caused me to chuckle, "I've only been to one darts match and that was last night...I have to admit though that I did see a few hankies and more than a few pankies going on last night but the lucky guys were all Bull's Head players!"

"And who were the women?"

"From what I could see they were Angela Black and Samantha Webb but all the wives and girlfriends were dressed up really smart."

"Has John never asked you to go in and flirt with the players?"

"No, I didn't even know that it was a thing!"

I thought, 'Well, I haven't lied, John had never asked me to go to the pub with him and flirt with the other darts players and the only people that I'd seen getting up to no good last night were Angela and Samantha, and of course, I had got up to no good but I never saw myself doing it...I know it's a technicality...and no one before last night had mentioned flirting to me so I felt safe in my statements.'

I asked him where he lived in the village so that I could drop him off at home, "I live in Meadow View, you can drop me off at home and I could walk through the graveyard."

"You'll struggle to carry all of your stuff with a ripped bag."

"I'll manage somehow."

"I suppose I could pop into my house and get you a carrier bag to carry some of it in."

"That would be very kind of you."

As we neared the turn into the old farm track that my house had been built on, I spotted John Dawson driving towards me, I saw his head snap around when he realised who I was and that I had a man who wasn't my husband in my car with me. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw John's break lights come on. He made an illegal 'U' turn and followed me.

"Uh-oh!"

"What's wrong?"

"Our village blackmailer has seen me taking you home and I think he might feel he can make some mileage out of it!"

I pressed the phone button on my steering wheel and my dashboard speaker said, "Phone activated!"

"Husband!"

"Husband home...husband mobile...husband office?"

I said, "Husband...mobile!"

The dashboard played an eleven digit tune and then purred three times, "Hi darling...how was work after your late night?"

"It was good, John Dawson is following me home, I'm giving Oliver Perkins a lift home because he had an accident with his shopping bag in town and missed the bus...I think that John Dawson might be trying to get something to blackmail me with!"

John laughed, "Is Oliver willing to play along to put John Dawson in his place?"

Oliver jumped in with "What have you got in mind Mr Clarke?"

"Call me John please. I was thinking of you playing along, pretend to be up to something with Sarah and see what happens!"

I turned right at the side of Mrs Cooper's house and drove towards my house and the church, Oliver rang Penny and told her what was going on and that he might be a little late home so with both of our spouses primed, we played the role of infidelity.

I parked on my driveway and Oliver left his shopping on the back seat as we walked to the front door. I spotted John parked next to Mrs Cooper with his phone in his hand, he was filming me and Oliver as we walked into my house.

Oliver said, "What's the plan Sarah?"

"Well, I was thinking...if you have a strong stomach, I was thinking that we could go up to my bedroom, you hang your coat up on the back of my front door so that John can't see through to the stairs and then you walk over to my bedroom window and take your shirt off, I'll take my dress off and walk up to you, I'll kiss you and pull you over to my bed...see if John takes the bait."

Oliver stood in front of my bedroom window and took his shirt off, he was looking up and down the road, "I think we're wasting our time, I can't see anyone in the lane...how come the council allowed them to build five houses on this old farm track without putting in a proper road?"

I took my dress off and walked over to Oliver, he gasped and there was a shocked look in his face, "Shit Sarah, I was expecting you to be wearing a bra and knickers...well. at least knickers!"

I kissed him, "This looks more realistic! They were planning on building another seven houses opposite, in the meadow and they would have put the road in at that point but they found Roman remains in that field and the developers were facing a half million pound bill for a full archaeological survey and to remove any remains found under the surface, they declared themselves bankrupt and left the five of us high and dry!"

I casually looked all around outside and placed my hand over Oliver's trouser covered cock and made it look like I was rubbing him through them, "He's directly opposite behind the hedgerow, he's filming us right now!"

I kissed Oliver again and then I dragged him over to my bed and pushed him down, "Right, he can't see us now...the choice is yours, we can take advantage of the bed or we could go down and have a cup of coffee in the kitchen!"

Oliver laughed, "I'd love a cup of coffee please."

We left the bedroom on our hands and knees, I stopped in the bathroom to pick up my dressing gown and then followed Oliver down to the kitchen, by the time I'd put the kettle on, Oliver had put his shirt back on. As we sat chatting, he called Penny again with his phone on loud speaker, "Hi darling, We're just having a coffee in the kitchen...I was wondering how long I should stay here before leaving, how long do you think a couple who were committing adultery would spend in bed?"

Penny's reply was certainly telling, "Well far more than the five minutes that you spend in bed with me darling...try to remember back to before we were married and how long we spent having sex back then...the woman from next door is calling me, got to go!"

Oliver gave me an awkward look as he closed the call down, "She was exaggerating...I spend longer than five minutes with her, honestly!"

So we agreed that we would have spent at least thirty minutes for an ideal affair sex session and once our coffee break was over, I took him back up to my bedroom, he unbuttoned his shirt out on the landing and I hung my dressing gown on the back of the bathroom door, he pulled his shirt down his arms and then walked over to the window again he pulled his shirt back over his shoulders. I rejoined him at the window, once again totally naked and wrapped my arms around him stroking my hands over his chest and stomach and again, made it look like I was playing with his cock.

Oliver forced his face into a grin and through straight lips he said, "Penny's going to get it as soon as I get home you teasing little minx!"

I chuckled and pulled him over to the bedroom door, he gace me a worried look as I went down the stairs ahead of him, "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"No, I'm recreating something I've seen before with John Dawson before!"

I took his jacket off of the coat hook on the back of the door and helped Oliver to put it on and then I opened the front door, still totally naked, I looked both ways to make sure that I didn't offend any of my neighbours and then I opened the door wider and let Oliver out, we had a long and passionate kiss on the doorstep before Oliver went to my car to retrieve his shopping off of my back seat with a new carrier bag to carry it all in.

I stepped back into my house and then I phoned the village police house to report seeing a peeping Tom looking in my bedroom window while I was undressed, "I think he is still hanging around in the meadow opposite my house right now."

"I'll come right over Mrs Clarke!"

I wasn't sure what would actually happen, if John Dawson would come over and try his trick on me that he tried with Amanda that morning...I mean, he might not be horney after his fucking success with Amanda earlier, he might save his visit to me until tomorrow afternoon, no, probably Monday afternoon, he wouldn't be sure if my husband would be home on a Saturday.

There was a knock on my front door, it was John Dawson, I called out, "Just a minute please, I'm not decent!"

I pulled one of John's football shirts over my head, it wasn't very long but it covered the important parts.

I opened the front door and said, "Oh, good afternoon John, did you miss me earlier?"

I shuffled to one side so that my hall camera could see John more clearly, an advantage of working for a burglar alarm company, I had a first class alarm installed in my house with every access point covered with CCTV cameras and a good quality recording system.

John said, "No, I didn't miss you earlier, I want you to see this!"

He held the screen of his phone towards me and I gripped his hand to tilt the phone screen to give my CCTV camera the best chance of capturing the screen, "What are you showing me this for John?"

"I'm showing you this because I want my turn at fucking you and if you don't let me screw you on Monday afternoon, I'll show this little film to your husband Sarah!"

"That seems like blackmail to me John!"

He nodded his head, "That's because that is what it is Sarah!"

I was still watching the little film show of Oliver putting his shirt back on and thinking that we'd made a great job of pretending to be lovers when the village policeman pulled up in his panda car across the end of my drive.

John quickly turned his phone off and turned to face the policeman, "Afternoon Paul."

Paul was pulling his helmet on as he walked down my drive, "Hi John, now what is going on here?"

I beat John to the punch, "My postman is trying to blackmail me to have sex with him, he has filmed me on his mobile phone and is threatening to show the film to my husband if I don't do exactly what he wants to do to me."

John shook his head, "That's a load of rubbish Paul."

"Why don't you come in Paul and see for yourself...bring John with you!"

I showed Paul the video footage that my CCTV had taken and as soon as the film ended, I said, "I want his mobile phone because it has an illegal image of me on it."

Paul looked awkwardly at me, I can't confiscate his personal property Mrs Clarke."

I held my hand out, "The choice is yours John, hand over your phone to me and I'll report you for voyeurism, that's a possible twelve weeks to eighteen months in prison, if you get an accommodating judge, you might even only get a fine, keep your telephone and I'll report you for blackmail, if you're found guilty of that, it's a mandatory fourteen years sentence, a minimum of seven years in prison with good behaviour."

I was given the phone and the village policeman took his statement where he admitted that he had spied on me while I was undressing and I had his phone with a memory card full of blackmail videos of various women from our village as well as others...I'd have to make it my duty to go around all of the women that I knew to tell them that I had destroyed all the evidence that John Dawson had on them.

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