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Published : 11 July 2021

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Business Introduction
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, b/F, m/F, M/M, Public sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Anal, Prostitution

Paul was having a really bad time at work, Covid lockdown had almost killed his trade because so many of his established customers were either on part time working, had closed and furloughed their staff or had gone bust...either way, John wasn't getting any commission and because his company was still working, he wasn't getting any government help either, just a flat salary at minimum wage and that only just covered our mortgage, so I had to scrabble for every extra shift I could get at work to pay a few of the other bills, like food, electricity, council tax, telephone, Gas...the list seemed never ending.

In the evenings, after work, Paul spent most of his time trying to get into see our local big hitters and the biggest of all was the owner of Glebe Industries, Ron Clarke. Ron was a Mason but unfortunately, Paul wasn't, so all roads to get in front of Ron with his sales pitch hit road blocks...in sales, it really was, who you know, not what you know that gets you in front of local business big-wigs.

I was coupon clipping to try and stretch my income, my seventh wedding anniversary was fast approaching and I'd found a two for one deal at a very reasonably priced restaurant in our area and that would do for Paul and me to celebrate our anniversary and a promise of a proper gift when sales picked up again, like my birthday present from a month earlier and probably my next Christmas present the way things were going.

I started to look for ways to get Paul in front of Ron Clarke myself, hell, half the bloody town worked for Glebe Industries in one way or another, that, or they were related to the owner Ron Clarke in some way.

I had a friend called Penny who was a women's hairdresser in the town centre, she knew every woman with a spare fifty quid to have her hair washed, styled, set and blow dried in a five mile radius and most of those women were members of the Clarke family so when I walked past Penny's shop and saw it was empty, I popped in for a chat as I'd exhausted every other contact that I had.

I asked her how many Clarke women she had as customers and that made her laugh, I looked surprised at her response and she said, "The Clarke family don't work that way, when they need a hairdresser, they get a family member to qualify as a hairdresser and Ron Clarke sets them up in a salon so that their family don't have to pay the going rate for hairdressing."

I explained why I needed to have a word with one of the Clarke family and then she looked surprised, "Well, you went to school with one of the Clarke women, can't you use her to get your Paul through to Ron!"

"I don't know any of the Clarke family!"

"You were at school with Victoria Porter, we were both in the same class as her for a little while!"

I thought back to my school days, "No, I was never in a class with anyone called Victoria Porter."

"Saint Bernadette's School for Girls, I'm sure that we were both in the same class as her for a term, she was the really quiet girl with the bright ginger hair."

"Shit, Vicky...I never knew her last name...she joined our class half way through year five, in the new year of two thousand and nine, Saint Bernadette's went co-ed after the summer holiday of that year and while my mother was happy for me to go to a mixed school, I think Vicky's mother was like yours and wanted to keep Vicky in an all girl's school, did you both go on to Bedford Girl's Primary after Saint Bernadette's went co-ed? How is she linked into the Clarke family?"

Penny nodded her head, "Just for the final year of primary school, she married a Clarke, I think she's Victoria Clarke now."

I shook my head a little, might be an unrelated Clarke...but, anyway, I can't remember even talking to Vicky Porter in the six months we were in the same class...I can't remember any of the other girls in our school talking to her."

Penny agreed and said, "Well, I often see her around town, I think that she teaches pensioners how to use computers at the town's library on either Tuesday or Wednesday mornings."

Well, that was the first glimmer of hope, I had no idea if Vicky really was related to Ron Clarke but it was the closest link I had...tenuous as it may be.

I went to the library to see if I could find out anything about Victoria, even just finding what her last name was would tell me if she could be related to Ron Clarke or not. I walked through the front door of the library and was surprised to see that Vicky was actually sitting next to an elderly man at one of the libraries computers...I had to recalculate though, I assumed that it was Vicky because of her bright red hair, I didn't recognise her face at all. I walked over to the librarian and asked if the woman teaching computer skills to the elderly gentleman was Ann Jones. She shook her head, "No, that's Mrs Clarke...Victoria Clarke!"

I playacted being surprised, "I can't believe it, it has been twelve years since we went to school together but I could have sworn that she was Ann Jones, Mrs Clark must be Ann's doppelganger!"

I left the library and sat outside, waiting for Vicky to finish with her student. I saw the elderly man leave and then I paced up and down so that I could accidentally bump into Vicky as she left the library, I just hoped that she only had the one student today or I could have been waiting a very long time.

I timed it to perfection, walking into her as she left the building, I made a faked apology and then I gasped theatrically, "Vicky Porter...is that you? It's me, Ann Jones...as was, Ann Bolter now!"

Vicky had a bemused look on her face, I got the feeling that she saw through my deception but I was still desperate to get an introduction from her father-in-law for my husband to pitch his products and services to. I invited Vicky for a coffee at the small restaurant that I'd planned on taking Paul to on our wedding anniversary.

I spent a few minutes beating around the bush and then got around to marriage, "So Vicky, anyone special on in your life...boyfriend, fiancé, husband?"

The bemused look on her face turned into a smile, "I'm married with three kids, two girls and a boy!"

That caused me to whistle, we were only twenty three years old and the quietest girl that I'd ever known already had three kids, I'd been married to Paul for seven years and the thought of kids had never entered my head, "Wow, three kids already...how old are they?"

Vicky took another sip from her coffee cup and then she said, "I married John four years ago and we've had a kid a year ever since but hopefully no more!"

"So, where are your children now?"

"They're at their grandmother's house, her and her staff look after them during the day, it's like a nursery school, they have seven cousins in with them as well at the moment...the kids love it and they get really socialised together."

"Wow, sounds like you married very well, I married my childhood boyfriend, Paul Bolter. No kids yet but everything was going great until the Covid pandemic and things around here got very tight...financially."

I stopped myself, I thought that I'd gone a little too far already so I used my coffee cup to shut myself up for a while.

When we got onto the subject of work, I mentioned that I was a shelf stacker at the local Tesco super market and asked Vicky what she did.

"I'm into IT, I look after the computers for Glebe Industries, fortunately, that doesn't take up much of my time and my father-in-law likes me to help local people out with their computing issues, he can write my time off as a charitable donation, cut his tax bill as well as help the elderly out in the town."

"Oh, your father-in-law is one of those Clarke's then?"

"Yes, my father-in-law is Ron Clarke, I married his third son, John."

I drained my cup and then hid my blatant leap from school friend catching up to a virtual stranger who needed a favour.

"My Paul would love to get a meeting with Ron Clarke, you know, try to pitch his services...how would a salesman get a meeting with Ron?"

I saw that bemused look appear back on Vicky's face, "Well, there are a couple of ways...all masons get automatic access to Ron, is Paul a Free Mason?"

I shook my head.

"Well, another way is if the sales-person were a sexy young woman who was willing to flash a little flesh at one of Ron's parties, flirt with Ron and his friends, he would pay her a lot of attention if he thought that his order could swing the deal and win her away from the other men at his party!"

I choked a little at that suggestion, "And what if the sales-person were a thirty-five year old man with thinning hair and carrying a little too much weight?"

Vicky looked a little surprised at my question, she started out with, "If your Paul played football for the local team and is thirty-five now, my husband probably played in the same team, at the same time, my husband is thirty-five years old now as well..." Vicky looked thoughtful for a moment before carrying on with, "...well then the only way he'd make an impression on Ron Clarke would be if he had a pretty wife who was much younger than him who was willing to flirt and flash her flesh at a party...or a younger sister...some men even hire a working girl to take along in place of their wives to make a good impression!"

Well, that gave me something to think about, I spotted that Vicky was watching a middle-aged man walking past the front of the restaurant, I realised that he was staring at us both as he walked past and then I realised that this wasn't his first trip, Vicky said something but I didn't believe her and questioned her assertion about the man walking past, he suddenly walked past again and Vicky flashed her knickers at him, causing him to stumble, almost falling on his nose.

I asked her why she had flashed the man and her answer took me by surprise, it was basically no skin off of her nose, he wanted to see something, she had something to show, it cost her nothing and it made his day...I was thrown off balance a little, especially coming so soon after Vicky telling me that if I wanted to get something for my husband from Ron Clarke that I'd have to flash a little of my bare skin at him...I may even have said that some of the knickers that I wore were more like sports shorts than sports shorts and then Vicky lifted the side of her skirt and showed me a pair of knickers far sexier than any I possessed.

The restaurant manager chose that moment to come over to our table, "Mrs Bolter, I was just about to ring you up to check if you still wanted a table on Friday for your wedding anniversary?"

I gave Vicky a nervous look, her knickers were still exposed and she was in no hurry to cover herself up, even though the restaurant manager was standing right there, looking down at her exposed thigh as I said, "Erm yes Michael, seven thirty if that's okay...oh, I will be using a two for one voucher if that's okay!"

Vicky dropped the side of her skirt and said, "I told you so!"

Nodding her head in the direction of the public toilet where the man she'd flashed was heading in, Vicky asked me casually, what anniversary we were celebrating on Friday, I didn't actually admit to anyone who knew my real age that Paul and I were just approaching our seventh wedding anniversary but I did tell Vicky.

It was her time to say "Wow..." followed by, "...he really was your childhood sweetheart, where did you meet him...at school?"

I shook my head, "He was a friend of my father's, they played on the same team together."

Vicky was about to end our meeting, she was checking her mobile phone, she flicked back and forth through her social media, "There's nothing planned at the moment, if you give me your mobile phone number, I could try and get you and Paul on the guest list for a future party, Ron always does his business at parties since he reached sixty-five and stopped going into the office every day.

I got a slip of paper out of my handbag and a pen to write my number down for Vicky, she handed me her phone instead so that I could type my phone number and name into her contacts list. I was thinking, 'No wonder Paul can't get into the office to see Ron Clarke, Ron's stopped going into the office.'

Vicky stood in front of me looking at her phone as her fingers flashed over her keyboard, my phone pinged and I looked at the screen, a text message from Vicky, just a simple, 'This is me...VC!', message and then she put her phone away and left me to pay for two coffees.

I was in the library doing a basic IT training course for Ben Cooper, he preferred it when I was the assigned IT instructor for the day when he had his lesson because I wore thin blouses and short skirts when I was teaching in the library...what should have taken a single one hour long session had already taken Ben three sessions because he spent more time during the lessons looking at my chest and knees than he spent looking at the computer screen.

I saw a face from my past, Ann Jones, was looking through the library window, I hadn't seen her for thirteen years or so but she had hardly changed one little bit, I'd bet she could still travel on the bus for half price, like she used to do when she was twelve years old, after having three kids in the past three years, I knew that I'd changed quite a bit, I'd aged, I could have passed as thirty-five years old, rather than my actual twenty-three years.

She spent several minutes looking at me but she looked a little confused, then she finally came into the library and went to the desk and asked the librarian if I was Ann Jones which I thought was strange as she was Ann Jones. She was told that I was Vicky Clarke and she left the library but didn't get far, she sat on a bench in front of the building that she must have thought was hidden from me but I could see her in a reflecting surface.

When Ben Cooper's hour was up, the computer gave a two minute warning so that things could be closed down correctly before the PC switched off, Ben pressed the save button as quickly as he could and then he leaned back a little in his seat and his eyes shot down to my knees again...as soon as I was sure that he was looking at my knees, I parted them a little to allow him a quick look up towards the promised land! I wouldn't flash every male pensioner at the end of my IT lesson and I wouldn't always go to the library without my knickers on but Ben Cooper was a special case, he had worked for Glebe Dairy, one of the founding companies in Glebe Industries portfolio, so I'd known him for quite a while and a little flash of my pussy kept him coming back every week, even though he didn't really understand computers and would probably have dropped his lessons a year ago if he didn't get his little flash from me.

I moved to a position where I could see Ann Jones properly and looked out of the window, I saw her stiffen when she saw me looking out but I pretended not to be looking at her directly. I saw her walk towards the library door to head me off but I had a little housekeeping to do first, I'd have to go into the ladies toilet to put my knickers back on, I didn't want to walk out on the streets of the town centre with just a flimsy skirt on and no knickers...I didn't mind one man looking at my bare arse but I didn't want the whole town to see!

I could hear heavy breathing from the men's toilet, the library had been built as a block of portable classrooms in the nineteen seventies as a temporary measure but over time, the council realised that the basic building was in good order so they just built a brick skin around the temporary building...the only drawback was that the toilets in the portable building had been made out of ten millimetre melamine boards so there was no sound separation between the men's and ladies' toilets so as I was stepping into my knickers, I could hear Ben Cooper in the men's toilet as he masturbated himself with the mental image that I'd left him with at the end of his lesson.

When I finally exited the library, Ann was just walking back and forth in front of the doors, she pretended to recognise me, using my maiden name, I pretended that I hadn't recognised her and when she told me her maiden name, followed by her married name I nodded my head in recognition.

Ann invited me for a coffee in a local restaurant and as I had nothing more important to do, I accepted. We were seated at the window table and as the restaurant had two steps up to get in, I was really glad that I'd taken the time to put knickers on because my knees seemed to be at eye level with the men walking past in the street in front of the restaurant. The table only had two seats even though it was a table for four, one edge of the table was actually touching the window and as there was little space at either side, both seats were next to each other.

Ann took her jacket off and draped it over the back of her seat and I changed my mind, she wouldn't get on a bus for half fare unless she had her loose fitting jacket on, she was just a miniature woman but with full sized equipment, she would be my father-in-law's fantasy woman, a woman that looked like a young girl but had the body of a fully grown woman.

Ann danced around the mulberry tree for a while and eventually jumped in with the real reason that she'd buttonholed me, she needed my help to get her husband in front of my father-in-law...mind you, when I explained what it would take to get my support, she seemed to cool off a little, I'd suggested to her that she would need to flash a little skin, she would have to flirt with all the men at the party and her husband would have to just suck it all up.

We were both sitting in silence, I spotted a man walking past, he only got about ten feet past the window before he turned and walked back again, if I could read his mind, I would have said that he was comparing our breast sizes, Ann had a smaller body than mine but her breasts were quite similar in size and shape, making her look like she had bigger breasts than me, much bigger...and all because her frame was so slight.

I spotted that Ann had realised what the man was up to, he made a third pass looking at chest height again and I said, "Pity he isn't my father-in-law, you'd easily get your husband in front of him if he were."

Ann almost pooh-poohed my comment until he walked back for a fourth time, he was approaching from Ann's side of the restaurant this time but this time, his eyes were lower, he was checking out Ann's legs. Ann looked at me to see if I was going to say, 'I told you so!' but I didn't, I just parted my knees so that as he walked past me, he got a flash of my bright red thong, bright red mesh, framed with thin black lace, like a triangular picture frame. He spotted what I'd flashed at him and totally missed his footing and stumbled in front of the restaurant.

Ann gasped, "Did you just flash that guy?"

I smiled at her and nodded my head.

"Do you know him?"

"No!"

"Well then, why did you flash him?"

"I got the feeling that he was looking for something nice to look at before he heads for the public toilet to jerk himself off! Good thing it wasn't twenty minutes ago, I wasn't wearing any knickers when I was teaching in the library, if my student does well, I reward him with a little flash of my bare pussy, mind you, I don't think that the guy who just fell over will mind, I'm wearing very sexy knickers at the moment!"

"How sexy?"

I gave Ann a wry look before I lifted the side of my voluminous skirt right up to my hip, to the thin black lace looping over my hip and a whole lot of bare thigh, I got another gasp when Ann realised that she could see my bare pussy through the fine red mesh, no mat of pubic hair to hide behind. At that moment, the manager of the restaurant walked over from behind, my hip still exposed, he used some excuse about a future booking on Friday night, checking if Ann still wanted that table for her wedding anniversary.

I kept my skirt hitched up as he spoke to Ann so that he got a good eyeful of my exposed knickers, the man outside was making his fifth pass, he made another quick glance at my exposed knickers before he ran off to the public toilet to get relief for his engorged cock. I kept my skirt hitched up until the restaurant manager went back behind the counter.

I dropped the hem of my dress and gestured with my head towards the man who had been marching up and down in front of the window, Ann looked just as he disappeared into the men's toilet...now I said, "I told you so!"

"Victoria, you used to be so quiet and shy at school, what's happened to you in the last..."

Ann was struggling to work out how long ago it was that she knew me.

"Thirteen years...I've changed a lot in that time but mostly because I met and married John Clarke, his family soon knocked any shyness out of my body. We exchanged phone numbers...rather, I used her phone to send a message to my phone and then I sent her a text reply so that she could add me to her address book and as I did all that I said, "There's nothing to flashing...if you have a good birth control regime, there's nothing to casual sex either, it's just like falling off a log...or should that be riding a bike?"

I picked up my bag, and told her that there wasn't anything planned in the near future but that I'd call her if any opportunities came up.

Ann was watching me as I left our table, I walked over to the restaurant manager and asked him what time he finished work, he eagerly told me that the restaurant closed at three o'clock but that he would be there until four.

I looked sideways at Ann as she was pulling her jacket over her shoulders to make sure that she was looking in my direction as I said, "I'll try and get back between three and four, shall I come around the back?"

Michael smiled at me and nodded his head eagerly. I closed out my meeting with Ann by giving her a smile as I left her to pay for two cups of coffee.

My head was in a spin after my coffee with Vicky, part of me was disgusted by her suggestion that if I wanted to help my husband to make a sale with her father-in-law, there would have to be some kind of sexual element to the sales negotiation and part of me was excited by her suggestion that there would have to be some kind of sexual element to the sales negotiation. To emphasise her assertion that there was nothing wrong with a woman using her body for a simple business transaction, she flashed her cunt at a stranger walking past the restaurant, so much so that he ran off to the public toilet for a wank and further, she had made a date with the restaurant manager to come back after he closed. Nothing was said but I guessed that they both knew that there would be sex and a part of me wanted to be around the restaurant at three o'clock, just to find out just how far things went.

I had tried for an emergency shift at the supermarket but they were fully staffed up for the day, that's why I was so happy when I spotted Victoria, touching base with her made the day less of a bust.

As I walked home, I was looking at every man I saw in a totally different light, I could walk through a football stadium and have no idea how many men there were, there age range, there socio economic groupings...the sizes of their cocks...hell, even if they had cocks or not but after just a thirty minute chat to Victoria, I was suddenly awake to men, I was looking at every one of them as I walked through town, I looked and if they looked back, I smiled at them, if they didn't look back, well, to use Vicky's favourite phrase, it was no skin off my nose, there was another man right behind that one and another one after him.

I found myself walking the long way around to get home, just because it took me past more men or rather, more perceived locations where I might bump into men. By the time I got home, Paul's car was on the drive, he was home at least three hours earlier than he should be.

I walked in and said, "You're home early darling?"

Paul grimaced at me, "It's getting so bad now that even my customers who are still working don't want to see me!"

I started to make Paul a cup of coffee and as I did, I said in an absentminded kind of a way, "I met one of my old classmates today!"

Paul took the coffee cup out of my hands and blew over the surface to cool it a little before saying, "Who was that darling?"

"Victoria Clarke..."

Paul's ears pricked up, his mouth curled into a small smile, "Is she one of...THE...Clarke's, the Glebe Industries Clarke's?"

I fought back the smile, I'd have to play things a little carefully, I nodded my head, "Ron Clarke's daughter-in-law!"

"Why didn't you tell me before that you actually went to school with one of the Clarke family?"

"I didn't even know until today, I went in to see Penny at Kettering Town Hairdresser to see if she knew anyone that I could talk to and she told me that I already knew Victoria Clarke from school...but I was only at school with her for one term, the spring term of twenty-oh-eight, you probably saw her back then too, you used to pick me up from school at lunch time to fool around in your car by then, she was the girl with the bright ginger hair that never had any friends!"

Paul shook his head, "No, when I was twenty two, I only had eyes for you, I never even looked at any of the other ten year old girls! You should try and find out where you can bump into this Victoria...accidental like!"

"I know why you can't get a meeting with Ron Clarke!"

"Why's that then darling?"

"Why do you think it is?"

"Because he doesn't like our products?"

I shook my head.

"Well then, because he's happy with his current suppliers?"

I shook my head again.

"Because he's just too busy to see anyone?"

"No! He's semi retired, he never goes into the office but he is still their buyer but now he only does with masons or pretty young women who are willing to flirt and show off as much skin as they dare...all of his business transactions are done at charity functions, parties or special events!"

Paul was shaking his head, "Well then, that's my last hope gone, I just don't qualify on any of those grounds!"

I drank half of my coffee, leaving Paul to mull everything over for five minutes before I said, "What would you say was my sexiest outfit darling?"

"The pink lace dress!"

I smiled at him, "You do love me wearing that dress for you, don't you?"

Paul smiled, the first smile I'd seen in weeks, "Come up to the bedroom, I want to try something out!"

Paul sat on our bed as I pulled every outfit out of my wardrobe and I didn't own anything that made me look as sexy as Vicky looked just to do an IT lesson for an old age pensioner, I shook my head, even my little pink lace dress that Paul loved so much wasn't all that sexy to anyone but Paul.

I snapped my fingers and I moved over to Paul's side of the bedroom, I almost tipped his drawers upside down to find one of his old football vests from when he was playing for Kettering Boot and Shoe First Eleven. I stripped off and pulled the vest over my head, wearing it like a dress, that's how much bigger than me Paul was when he was twenty-two and I was a year older than that now.

"What do you think?"

No answer, not verbal at any rate, Paul grabbed me and dragged me down on our bed but I fought him off and stood in front of the mirror, the arm holes were massive, they came down to my hips, showing quite a lot of the side of my breasts off even when standing perfectly still and the bottom hem of the vest was only just covering my beaver, I slapped Paul's hands away twice more before saying, "Do you think a seventy year old sex maniac would like to see me flirting at a party dressed like this?"

Paul looked a little shocked, "What do you mean, a dinner party here at home kind of a thing?"

I shook my head, "No, a party...party or a special event or perhaps a charity function!"

"You mean so that you can get noticed by Ron Clarke?"

I nodded my head.

"We'd be lucky to get anywhere close, even with an invitation, I'd probably rape you on the way there if you were dressed like that!"

I smiled at him and then I said, "Come back down to your office, I want to try something!"

I turned his work computer on, took Vicky's telephone number out of my mobile phone and programmed it into Paul's desk-top computer to make a video call to Vicky. I checked the time, it was three thirty, a perfect time to ring Vicky, see if she was actually at the restaurant...that is if she even answered my call at all as it wasn't from my mobile number, it would just show on her screen as an unknown number.

I placed Paul to one side and moved the webcam so that Paul didn't show on Vicky's screen but he could see his screen.

I pressed the send button and the computer made the fake dialling tone, it clicked to say that it was connecting and then the ring tone but it looked like it wasn't going to get answered. I left it ringing for two minutes and was just about to kill the connection when a breathless Victoria answered her phone, we could clearly see from her hair and the carpet that she was lying on the floor on her back and she was panting. I recognised the carpet from the restaurant earlier.

"Vic...tor...ia, how...can...I ...help?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Vic...have I caught you at a bad time?"

"Oh hi Ann, no..." there was a gasp and Vicky's body rocked, her phone moved in her hand, I saw the front window of the restaurant and then her tits filling the screen and then back to her face, "...no, it's okay, just having a fitness session with Michael..." Vicky turned her phone and pointed it at a very naked Michae, the restaurant's manager, he was holding his body above hers and as she started to return the camera to her face, he pulled back and I got a flash of his cock between her legs. "...what can I do for you Ann?"

I stood up and said, "I was wondering if I'd look okay dressed like this for a party?"

"Step back a little Ann...turn around for me!"

I turned three hundred and sixty degrees, when I faced Paul I blushed but continued my turn.

"Just a minute Ann, let Michael see you, see what he thinks from a male perspective!"

Vicky's phone was turned towards Michael again, he just carried on fucking her as he looked at me on the screen. I looked towards Paul, he had a big lump in his trousers as he made a gesture with his hand to turn again so I did a slow three hundred and sixty degree turn for Michael, I got a "Very sexy Mrs Bolter!"

Paul looked very shocked, he muted the video feed and said, "How did Vicky's husband know your name Ann?"

I kept my lips as tight together as I could and said, "He's not her husband, he's the restaurant manager from the place that we're going on Friday night for our anniversary dinner!"

Paul looked shocked but the lump in his trousers grew even larger.

"Ann, Michael really liked the way that you're dressed...I can feel his appreciation...if you know what I mean!"

I giggled at that comment and watched as Vicky ran through a massive orgasm from Michael caused by seeing the way that I was dressed. When Vicky regained her composure she said, "Ann, you've had such a good effect on Michael that I'm going to try and make a conference call to my father-in-law...I can't promise anything because he's at a stud farm in Ireland, negotiating for a new champion mare to cover with his stallion, there may not be a very good signal out in the Irish countryside.

I looked at Paul again as Vicky fought through Michael's fucking to try and connect with her father-in-law, the screen suddenly split into a three way but Ron's screen was blank, "Hi dad, I mentioned earlier about my old school friend looking for an invitation for her and her husband to one of your parties, well, she's...dad, is your camera turned on?"

Ron Clarke's face suddenly filled the blank space, "Look dad, I'm a little distracted at the moment...can I leave you and Ann to chat together so that I can concentrate on Michael!"

Ron Clarke laughed as his daughter-in-law rocked through yet another orgasm before closing the call down.

"Hi Ann...so, you'd like an invitation for you and your husband to come to one of my special events I believe?"

I took a deep breath and, rather than just nodding my head, I said, "Yes sir, I'd like that very much!"

Ron studied his screen, he must have changed a setting because the fifty/fifty split between his picture and mine changed to a tiny little picture of me in the bottom right of our screen and he totally filled the rest of the screen, "That's better, I can see you properly now...is that a Kettering Boot and Shoe First Eleven team vest I see you wearing Ann?"

"Yes sir, my husband's old team!"

"Turn for me please Ann...let me see the back of your shirt!"

I turned my back on Ron and I looked at Paul and blushed again, Paul was almost groaning because of the pressure on his balls from me being inspected by a well known sex maniac.

"That must be a pre twenty-ten vest, I'm not sponsoring it, so, P. Bolter, I'll have to look into his match stats, see if he was any good. You don't look old enough to be married to an over thirty five year old man Ann. Can you lift your arms over your head please Ann?"

I looked over my shoulder, I could see two more faces looking over Ron's shoulder, younger men, grinning at me, I was being tested and I couldn't afford to fail so I lifted my arms, causing the bottom hem of the vest to lift, uncovering my arse crack and my breasts were both now exposed because of the massive arm holes.

"Turn back to face me please Ann!"

I went to lower my arms, "No, keep your arms above your head darling!"

I turned back to face Ron and Paul groaned again and he had a wet reaction to my showing my tits and a hint of pussy hairs to three men in a video call.

Ron shook his head, "Very pretty Ann but, if you'll take a little advice from an expert, lose the fur coat, far too unhygienic and it ruins the fantasy of you being a twelve year old girl!"

My eyes flicked over to Paul, he had just cum in his trousers and he was hard again already.

"Okay Ann, you can put your arms down now."

I lowered my arms, the vest covered my pussy but it didn't pop back out from between my breasts, I gave a sly look in Paul's direction, I was tempted to cover my tits again but I had a feeling that Ron would have looked less favourably on my request if I had done that, so I just stood there with both tits still hanging out in the open for Ron and his two mates to look at.

"Ann, I'm sure that Victoria must have mentioned to you that I don't have any special functions on the horizon but you could do me a massive favour if you're willing!"

"What kind of favour Mr Clarke?"

"Well, please feel free to say no but, one of my wife's cousins is stopping over at Glebe Farm and I promised him that I'd take him to a top London casino for a drink and a spot of gambling, show him a little of the high life before he heads back to his little Greek Island but unfortunately I'm stuck in Ireland and the ferry has been cancelled so I can't get back...if I pay you one hundred pounds for your time and fifty more for the petrol and wear and tear...would you drive him down to London and give him a night out on the tiles, entertain him and drive him back to the farm a happy boy?"

I looked at Paul and he was groaning again, getting close to wetting the inside of his trousers again.

I looked back at the webcam, "I'd love to help Mr Clarke but unfortunately, I don't drive, otherwise, I'd love to help out!"

"Oh, sorry I asked...just forget it, I'll think of something else, Vicky doesn't really get on with him but I'm sure that she'd take on my little task for me!"

Paul was making stirring signals with his hands, he was pointing to his chest and then holding his hands as if he was driving a car.

"Erm...Mr Clarke, I could probably get my husband to drive us to London in his car!"

I watched as Ron Clarke rubbed his chin, "Well, I really wanted my wife's cousin to have a good time, he may feel intimidated if your husband is there all evening...Greek men are notorious for wanting to show their escorts off, makes them feel important...No, I'd better ask Victoria...she always feels very horny at this time of the month!"

Paul was egging me on...

"Well, I don't have to tell him that Paul is my husband, if I get him to wear a black suit, I can tell your wife's cousin that my husband is just my driver!"

Ron Clarke was still rubbing his chin thoughtfully and then he smiled, "Well, that could work, I'll pay your husband fifty pounds for his time, I'll arrange for Wellingborough Executive Hire to lend you one of their cars, I'll get the best car that they have unreserved until say ten o'clock in the morning, when you're ready, just pop over...tell your husband to take his driving license with him!"

There was just a few minutes of details, all of my bank details for a start off as well as June Clarke's cousin's name and the address that we had to pick him up from, it was loosely the Glebe farm but not the farm house, Stavros Papandreou was actually stopping at Victoria and John's house out on the farm estate.

I terminated the video call and just managed to open my bank app when Paul jumped me from behind, I was flat on my face on Paul's desk being fucked from behind in seconds, it didn't take Paul many seconds to fill my pussy with his jizz but the banking app pinged to tell me that money had been transferred in from Glebe Industries, there was an itemised account, two hundred pounds for labour, one hundred pounds for additional expenses and five hundred pounds for 'Entertainment!'

My phone pinged to tell me that I'd just received a text message, I pushed myself up off the desk and shook the back of the vest back down over my exposed arse, "Ron has just messaged me that he put five hundred pounds into my account to buy Stavros some chips when we get to the casino!"

Paul was grinning at me, "Fucking hell...that was a turn on...are you okay with me making you take this little job on for Ron Clarke though?"

I patted Paul's cheek, "Well, I'm okay with it but will you be happy with it, I'm going to have to dress really sexily, you know, the little black Lycra dress that's too small for me, no bra or knickers under it, just self support stockings...will you be okay with it if Stavros Papandreou makes a pass at me in the back seat of the car as you're driving us to or from London? I mean, it wouldn't do our cause any good if I end up having to fight the guy off or if you stop the car to kick his arse for getting fresh with me, would it...I mean, Ron Clarke wouldn't be too impressed with us...well me...if I don't play up to his Greek relative a little at least!"

Paul was erect again, so in just a few minutes, he'd got hard, cum in his pants, got hard again and fucked me for thirty seconds and was now rock hard all over again, a record for my husband...an all time, personal best!

Paul looked a little embarrassed as he said, "What did you think about Ron's suggestion about your pussy hair?"

"What, when he told me that it was unhygienic and that I should get rid of it?"

Paul nodded his head.

"You've never mentioned my pubic hair before, I thought that you liked my thick black bush!"

"I was always worried to mention it because of our age difference and your petite body, I worried that if I asked you to shave it all off for me, you might think that I was a pervert, wanting you to look like a ten year old girl again!"

I smiled at him, "Well, it would seem like a sensible thing to do if I'm going to get close to a stranger, he could have body lice or something...actually I saw Vicky's bare pussy earlier and thought that it looked nice on her and I was going to ask you if you'd like me to shave my pussy for you!"

I sent Paul out to see what kind of car Wellingborough Executive Hire had in stock while I showered, shaved my legs, arm pits and fanny area and forced my quart-sized body into my pint-sized little black dress. I felt really sexy as I strutted up and down in five inch high heels while I waited for Paul to arrive home.

I was surprised to see a Rolls Royce Long Wheel Base Ghost, the one with suicide rear doors that opened the wrong way around to 'Normal' cars. I made him dress in his best dark suit and comb his hair so that he looked like a real chauffeur and at six o'clock in the evening, I said, "Well, we've put this off long enough...let's go and find our Greek passenger James!"

Paul laughed, "James...James, what the hell?"

"Just getting into the part...all chauffeurs are called James in the movies!"

"In thunderbirds, Lady Penelope's chauffeur is called Parker!"

"Would you like me to call you Parker instead of James...the trouble is, if I call you Paul and accidentally mention that my husbnd's name is Paul, Stavros might put two and two together!"

"Okay, call me James!"

Paul drove us to John and Vicky Clarke's house, he parked up and ran to the house to knock the front door, Vicky opened the front door, she was topless, breastfeeding her youngest child quite openly, she called Stavros and as he left the house, he kissed Vicky on the lips and patted her bottom through her voluminous skirt.

Paul walked from the house ahead of Stavros and opened the back door of the car for him, I offered him my right hand to shake, he pulled it to his mouth and kissed the back of my hand, I told him that my name was Ann and that Mr Clarke had asked me to take him to London for a little fun.

Paul set off in the direction of London, the traffic was a little heavy and before we reached the motorway...I was instantly on edge as Stavros' hand was up under the bottom hem of my dress, I looked at the rear-view mirror, Paul wasn't looking at the cars following us, he'd tilted the mirror down so that it focussed on my lap and now, Stavros' hand stroking up my silk clad legs. I looked nervously at Paul's eyes, saw his left hand slip off the steering wheel and onto his lap, he was hard again and shuffling his cock around inside his suit trousers to give himself growing room.

I also saw Paul's face turn into a smile and thought, well, if Paul is happy, what the hell! And I leaned back into my seat and parted my knees a little more to let Stavros play.

Stavros didn't speak much English and it took him an age to say that he was really pissed at his cousin Ron for leaving him in Vicky's house while he pissed off to Ireland but now that Ron had sent me in his place, Ron was all forgiven.

We drove all the way to London in the outside lane of the motorway. Stavros was kissing me most of the way, Paul hardly dropping below eighty miles an hour for the sixty mile trip to London. We were just hitting the outskirts of the city when Stavros' fingers hit my pussy and fortunately, Paul had to slow for traffic but that was a good thing, he was hardly looking where he was going because he was more interested in the back seat action.

As Stavros buried two fingers in my quim, I rubbed his cock on the outside of his trousers, every twitch of our hands was watched over by Paul like a hawk.

I started sucking Stavros' cock as Paul slowed down for the start of the built up area around London and when Paul said, "Excuse me madam...we're fifty yards from the casino!" Stavros spilled over and filled my mouth with his jizz.

I was jolted out of my little fantasy, did Paul tell me that we were close to the casino to stop me going too far with Stavros or was he worried that if he pulled up outside the posh casino and their concierge spotted an almost new Rolls Royce pulling up, he might rush over and open the door, catching me with Stavros' cock in my mouth, I pulled my hand off of his trousers and eased his hand from under my dress before saying "Thank you James!"

Paul opened the doors for Stavros to get out, usually I would have slipped over to the same side of the car but this time I waited until Paul came around to open my door for me.

I whispered, "Did it upset you when I was opening his trousers?", as I slipped out of the car slowly.

Paul was standing to attention at the side of my open door, lust like a professional chauffeurs would do, he kept his lips as still as possible as he whispered back, "Not at all, I just wish that you'd thought to do it earlier in the journey!"

I altered my volume level, "Thank you James, I'll phone you when I'm ready to leave!"

I walked around the back of the car, happy that Paul was okay with my flirting with Stavros.

I bought five hundred pounds worth of chips with a bank transfer, who would have thought that credit card companies wouldn't allow casinos to use their cards to transact their business.

I linked arms with Stavros and offered him the chips, "Ron told me to buy these and give them to you so that you can have a little fun."

He just smiled at me, he wasn't really interested in gambling and that made him one in a thousand Greek men. What was making Stavros happy was to walk around the crowds of rich and powerful men, showing my almost naked body off to them. I did have a bet myself, just a ten pound chip, I tossed it casually onto number three, my lucky number, but it bounced and crossed the line between three black and six red. I was about to move it onto number three but the croupier called out, "No more bets!" So my bet stood between number three and number six, double the chance of winning but at half the odds.

Well, luckily, the ball dropped into six red. Two hundred and forty pounds worth of chips were pushed onto my ten pound bet and the whole pile was pushed over to me.

Even though I was successful, I didn't place a second bet, I just added my winnings into my handbag and stood up next to Stavros again. During the evening, I danced with Stavros, I played ten minutes of Poker while Stavros stood behind me massaging my shoulders to proclaim ownership over me, as I played poker, the man at my side held a conversation with me, I was a little distracted by Stavros playing with my neck while another man flirted with me. I have no idea how I did it but I came out of the poker game slightly ahead, just one hundred pounds or so.

As I was about to leave the table, I was given a business card by the man I'd been talking to, he underlined his mobile number on the card and said, "Call me any time if you're looking for a little fun in London!"

I took the card but apologised that I didn't have any business cards, he got another card and turned it face down on the table for me to write my name and phone number on the back of it for him.

I was in the casino with Stavros for four hours and in that time, I'd collected twelve business cards, eleven from men with business based in London and one from Charles West, a Northampton business man. I put his card on the top of my collection in my handbag. Charles West was the only man who actually asked Stavros if he could dance with me so I counted Charles as special in two ways, no...three, he lived in Northamptonshire, reasonably close to where I lived, he wasn't a flash Londoner and he was a good dancer...no, four ways, he was also very charming.

After my little flirt with Charles as we danced, Stavros looked like he was taking part in a three legged race because his cock was so hard. "Would you like to head off home now Stavros?"

He grinned at me and nodded his head, so I phoned Paul on his mobile phone and told him that we were ready to go home, it was only two o'clock in the morning, the casino had another two and a half hours of business, a committed gambler would never leave a casino with one hundred and fifty minutes of play time left, not even for the promise of a fuck.

As we left the casino, Paul was standing to attention at the open back door of the limo, all very smart and very professional. Stavros wanted me to sit behind Paul so he was happy for me to get in first but as Stavros went to run around the back of the car, I slid all the way over to the other side, I was so turned on that I left a trail of slime across the back seat through my dress.

I was kissing Stavros before Paul got into his seat, as soon as the wheels started to turn, I had Stavros' cock out of his trousers and was stroking my hand up and down his cock. I found the interior light switch for the back of the car, it had been light on the way to London so Paul could see what was going on in the back of the car...now that it was dark, he wouldn't have had any fun at all on the drive home if he couldn't see what was going on behind him, so I took care of that little issue.

The bottom hem of my dress was above my hips before Paul had managed to get the car past twenty miles an hour. I had my back against the nearside door so that Stavros was sitting in the middle seat so that Paul had the best view as I played with Stavros and he played with me.

I broke the kiss and said, "Would you like to fuck me here in the car or would you rather wait until we get to Glebe Farm?"

Stavros thought for a moment and then he said, "John's place is a little crowded, with three small children in the house, there is usually someone awake all night so, I'd love to fuck you in the back seat of the car!"

Okay, I only used thirty-three words but it took Stavros closer to three hundred as he struggled with his English.

"James!"

"Yes madam!"

"Would you find a little privacy for me and my guest on our way to Wellingborough please?"

"Very good madam!"

The trip home was a slow affaire, I was totally naked in the back of the car as soon as we were out of the built up area and I had Stavros' trousers and underpants on the floor, two reasons for the slower trip, Paul was looking at us too much but also, there were no quiet places on a motorway so we were sticking to the slightly more minor roads, looking for a lay-by off the road to use.

All of the available lay-bys were full of trucks parked up overnight to save the twenty-five pounds that they had to pay at a designated truck stop. We drove past ten totally full lay-bys, by the time Paul found a Rolla Royce Long Wheel Base Ghost sized hole between two trucks that were parked in an off the road lay-by at the side of an ancient wood, we were so close to home that I think the wood was actually called Glebe Wood, it belonged to Ron Clarke and separated his land from the main road.

Paul pulled up, he turned the engine off but left gentle music playing as he climbed out of the car, he stood six feet away from the car, standing guard over the car.

I started unbuttoning Stavros' shirt, he gave Paul a worried look, "Shouldn't we turn the lights off in here?"

"Are you shy?"

"No but he may tell your husband!"

"I'm okay, James never sees anything that he isn't supposed to see, he's just keeping a look out for me, he'll let me know if anyone comes close and I can turn the lights off then."

I had Stavros naked and then he pulled me further along the back seat and nailed me to the seat, I faked a gasp, "Go carefully, I'm not used to such a massive cock fucking me!"

I was just stroking his ego, playing up to his pride, his cock was almost exactly the same size as Paul's cock but I was putting on an act that he was far bigger than I was used to. I made him fuck me slowly for five minutes and I think that doing that actually held his own climax back to double the length of time that I expected him to fuck me from the way he was acting.

I faked a mini orgasm and then I lifted my legs and hooked my feet over his buttocks, "Okay darling, I'm getting used to your size now..." I dug my heels into his buttocks and then groaned, "...Oh my God that feels good."

Another faked mini orgasm and then he went wild, he gave me a true orgasm but I exaggerated it massively until he spurted off.

I looked over at Paul, he was rubbing the front of his trousers, he gave me the hand signal telling me to give him more, so I pushed Stavros away and started sucking his slowly softening cock. It took me ten minutes of valiant work to bring him back to life and I took another turn at fucking him, this time, I was on top, taking my own pleasure out of his Greek cock and Paul was looking at me from behind so he saw Stavros parting my buttocks as he tested my anal muscle, I swatted his hand away from my bum, then I rolled onto my back again and said, "Come on big boy, give it to me hard...make me beg you to stop!"

Stavros managed fifteen minutes of hard pounding into me before he filled my cunt for the second time, I did beg him to stop but as I did so, I was kicking his arse to make him fuck me harder.

I wound the window down and called over to Paul, "James, we're ready to go home now!"

"Very good madam!"

I pulled my dress on, I was dressed in just ten seconds, it took Stavros a little longer and as he was dressing, the devil entered my head, "James, if Mr Bolter asks where we went tonight...what will you tell him?"

"I haven't been anywhere madam, it's my day off today...your husband knows that very well, he would never ask me to work on my day off!"

"What if he asks about the extra two hundred miles on the odometer?"

"Oh that madam...I needed to take the Rolls back to Hanwells to have that little squeak in the steering fixed madam...it will be detailed in the millage log as soon as I get back to the office madam!"

My conversation with Paul was stopped by Stavros' tongue entering my mouth. The last few minutes of the trip to Vicky's house was taken up with Stavros asking why I wouldn't let him play with my bottom.

I looked over at the rear-view mirror, looked into Paul's eyes as I said, "Well, that would be a difficult thing to hide from my husband wouldn't it if my anal muscle were suddenly have been stretched while my husband was on a business trip to New York, even he would have questions to ask of me."

"Doesn't your husband like anal sex?"

"No...well, he's never shown any interest in that particular hole before and I'm not about to suggest to him that he should try sodomising me!"

Stavros laughed, Paul was grinning, "If we didn't do Greek sex, my country would have the biggest population in Europe!"

I smiled and then pointed out that we were home.

Paul ran to open Stavros' door and I followed him out, "It's okay James, I'm just going to see Mr Papandreou to the door...you can wait in the car, I won't be long!"

I'd spotted that the living room light was on, even though it was four-thirty in the morning, I could see movement shadowed on the curtains, so someone was awake.

Vicky met us at the door, she was totally naked and once again, her youngest child was on her breast. Stavros kissed me on the doorstep while Vicky looked over at Paul. Stavros grabbed my left breast with his right hand as we kissed and his left hand went between my legs for one last fondle before we parted. He stepped into the house, his lips covered Vicky's, his right hand grabbed at her free left breast and his left hand reached between her legs, Vicky did a 'Jumping-Jack' movement to part her thighs as wide as possible to give Stavros unfettered access between her legs.

I just stood there watching Stavros fondling his cousin, she pulled her lips off of his, "Stavros, could you put the kettle on for me please and make us both a coffee, I just want to have a word with Ann!"

Vicky closed the door to the living room, not that Stavros was in that room, Vicky also closed the latch on the front door to stop it locking as she closed it.

"How did Paul take it?"

I smiled, "Better than I could ever have imagined!"

"Did Stavros fuck you?"

I nodded my head, we were walking very slowly down her front path, even though Vicky was totally naked and breastfeeding her baby.

"In front of Paul?"

"Yes."

"And Paul was okay with that?"

"I doubt that we'll get all the way home before he pounces on me, he was very turned on as he watched us."

We were at the side of the car now, Paul had stepped back out of the car to open the door for me. Vicky smiled at him, "Did you suck Stavros' cock?"

I looked at Paul, his eyes were fixated on Vicky's body and he was smiling.

"I sucked him off on the way to London and then I used my mouth on his cock to get his erection back after he'd cum too quickly."

"Good...good!"

Vicky lifted the front of my dress up to my hips and she stroked her fingers over my freshly shaved pussy mound, she looked at Paul, "Did you shave her pussy for her?"

Paul gave Vicky a stupid grin and nodded his head,

Vicky's hand moved from my pussy to John's fly, she pulled his cock out of his trousers, then she placed a finger between her son's lips and her nipple to break the seal and detach him from her breast, the baby was dumped into my arms, a naked squirming baby seeking a milky breast to latch on to. Vicky sank into a crouch in front of Paul and took his cock in her mouth, she was massaging his cock with her right hand as she sucked him off.

I have to admit to a pang of jealousy as I watched Vicky sucking my husband's cock and probably making a better job of it than I ever did.

As Paul closed in on his orgasm, Vicky used her left hand to turn me away from her and Paul, she started inspecting my anal muscle. Paul fired off, she took his first spurt into her mouth and then took her mouth away from his cock while still pumping her fist up and down his cock, taking the rest of my husband's spunk over her face.

"Don't you do anal Ann?"

"No, why?"

"Stavros would have expected it."

"He wanted to but I told him that my husband would notice that I'd been unfaithful if we did it that way!"

"Well, that at least made it seem more real, if Ron had just sent a whore to look after Stavros, she would have taken his cock up her bum, your way made you seem more real for him...now I guess that I'll be getting it in the arse from Stavros before I can go to bed, good thing I told him to make me a cup of coffee, it'll take him an hour to finish in my bum if he's already had three orgasms tonight."

Vicky kissed Paul on the lips, "You should consider breaking Ann's arse in...over half of Ron's business contacts are Greek and they'll expect it that way!"

Paul grinned, "Stavros told Ann that Greek men love anal sex with a woman and it was popular with other men as well!"

Vicky added in, "And women as well Paul...they love the freedom of having sex with any man without the risk of a baby!"

Vicky retrieved her squirming bundle of joy from my arms, he was still fighting to latch onto my breasts even though they were empty and of no use to him at all, she wished us a good night, placed her baby's lips against her milk filled left nipple and he latched on and started drinking greedily.

I climbed into the front of the car with Paul and as he pulled away, I could see Vicky at her living room window, she was still breastfeeding her baby but Stavros was definitely fucking her up her arsehole as she leaned, bent forward against the window sill, supporting her body with just one hand to hold herself up.

"Are you happy darling?"

Paul looked over at me, he grinned and he said, "Fuck yes...good thing that your friend milked my balls or I would have taken you back to that lay-by to fuck your arse off!"

"What do you think about the arse thing?"

"Anal sex...I guess most men have the fantasy to screw a women up her bum but it isn't the kind of thing that a man would usually ask his wife to do for him!"

I smiled at that comment, a service that most married men would pay a whore to do for him but not dare to ask his wife for.

We were on our street now, slowing to park the Rolls onto our drive, it was five thirty in the morning now.

"What do you think?"

Paul looked a little confused, "What do you mean?"

"I get the feeling that Ron will expect something similar from me if we get an invite to one of his special events!"

"I loved watching you fool around with Stavros, pity I didn't see what went on inside the casino though."

"Nothing much went on in the casino, Stavros liked parading me around in front of the other men, letting them sniff around me before he pulled me away out of their reach...I got a handful of business cards from men who wanted me to call them sometime!"

Paul grinned at me, "I'd better take those cards, I don't want you to be tempted to sneak off for a little fun while I'm not there to watch!"

"No problem there, most of the men are based in London, the only local man was Charles West."

Paul pricked his ears up at that name, he seemed troubled as we walked into the house, I'd expected him to want to fuck me as soon as we walked through the front door but he didn't, he went into his office, took out his contacts book. "Can I see Charles West's business card darling?"

I fished it out of my bag and then I turned his computer on as he checked the details from my card and his book. I'd just opened my banking app, it had looked quite healthy as we left home before I paid for five hundred pounds worth of gaming chips, I quickly transferred five hundred pounds back into Ron's account with the comment, 'SP, no interest on gambling, full refund of the five hundred pounds!'

Paul laughed, "Most people would have just kept the five hundred!"

"Can you see the outstanding balance?"

"Twelve hundred pounds."

"It's been a long...long time since my balance was over a thousand pounds, usually all my salary is paid out as soon as it comes in, that's the money Ron paid us for our time and eight hundred pounds that I won using Ron' money in the casino...anyway, what would Ron say if I kept the five hundred pounds and Stavros mentioned that I was on a lucky streak?"

Paul grinned at me and he nodded his head, "You're right of course, he would have thought that we were just money grabbers!"

"Anyway, was my Charles West the man you thought he was?"

"Yes, I had a healthy account with Charles before he became a Mason, he gave my order to a brother Mason, they were only charging a penny a gross less than me but their quality wasn't close to my companies product...look, the land-line number is the same, just a different mobile number!"

I patted Paul's cheek, "Would you like to fuck me darling...as it's almost six o'clock and my shift is due to start in two hours, I'm going to call in and cancel my shift for the day?"

Paul grinned at me, "I'd love to fuck you right now, but if I can get the Rolls back in Wellingborough by six o'clock, Ron will only be charged eight hundred pounds for the twelve hours, by five minutes past six, the price will be doubled because he'll have to pay for the whole day!"

So, even though I was still dressed like a whore and I was as horny as hell still, I let Paul drive me to the executive car hire place in Wellingborough before we fucked.

I was horny, it was daylight and I found driving through the streets of our small town dressed so exotically was turning me on even more. While the manager of the car hire company was inspecting the car for any signs of damage, it looked like he was inspecting me as well, Paul could have reversed the car into a tree and it wouldn't have been spotted because he was inspecting me more than the car.

We climbed into Paul's car and started out for home when Paul said, "Breakfast...how about stopping off for breakfast on our way home?"

I smiled, "You just want to keep showing me off don't you?"

He gave me his soppy...lunatic grin as he nodded his head.

We were just pulling up outside the Cherry Tree, a stack them high, sell them cheap kind of food outlet, good food at reasonable prices and always packed with customers whenever it was open.

My mobile phone rang, I looked at the screen, it was still really early so I guessed that it could be Ron, the car hire may have just contacted him with the confirmation that the car was back safely and that he was only being charged for the half day but I didn't know the number and it wasn't in my contact book, I pressed the speaker button to feed the call through to the bigger speaker.

"Good morning, Ann Bolter speaking!"

"Oh, hi Ann, is it safe to talk, Charles West here!"

"Good morning Charles...I know that I said to call me any time...but that was only five hours ago."

Charles laughed, "I'm sorry but I saw several other men taking your phone number and I wanted to get in ahead of them...erm, you are finished with Stavros...I hope?"

"Yes, just dropped him off at Glebe Farm."

"How was he in bed?"

I looked over at Paul, I wondered if I should mention to Charles that Paul was in the car with me but from the bulge in front of Paul's trousers, I guessed that Paul was happy with the way things were so I said, "Well, you know...very Greek!"

Charles laughed even harder, "You mean he wanted to bugger you?"

"I had to refuse him that one little pleasure, that is as yet an un-trodden path!"

"Can't blame him though, the way that you looked last night, how confident and sexy you were, I'd have loved to bugger you myself...and talking about fucking you...I'm at a bit of a loose end at the moment, I was expecting to be in London until Monday but I've caught the early train today, so I'm just pulling in to your town at the moment and nothing to do...I assume that you have been to bed...but haven't slept yet...I'd love to join you and help you to relax, help you get to sleep..."

There was a long pause as I held a long and detailed 'Non-verbal' conversation with Paul, Charles obviously felt the need to fill the silence because he spoke as he laughed, "I love fucking another man's wife behind his back...almost as much as I love fucking her in front of him!"

I guessed that the laughter was in case I took offence at his comment, he could claim that he was only joking.

"My husband thinks he knows you Charles!"

There was the sound of a man spinning in the wind, praying that his parachute would open and save his life...lots of who...how...what...where before he regained his footing and confidence. "How does he know that you know me...that I know you, erm, how does he know me, or how does he think that he knows me?"

Well, I was sure that just mentioning my husband would send Charles scurrying back under his stone.

"He saw your card in my handbag when he picked me up from Glebe Farm, he used to supply industrial fasteners and consumables to your company ten years ago!"

There was a pause but I could hear panicked breathing so I knew that I was still connected, after a long delay, Charles said, "What's your husband's name Ann?"

"Paul Bolter!"

"Shit, I remember Paul, he's a huge bugger...footballer if I remember right...I do wish that you hadn't let Paul find my card!"

"Why?"

"He could turn up at my factory on Monday morning and biff me on the nose!"

My turn to pause again this time but I pressed the mute key on my phone.

"Sounds like he'd like to come around and fuck me, how would you feel about that?"

"I'd love to watch him!"

I pressed the mute button again to un-mute the call, "You're not jealous are you darling?"

Charles uttered a confused, "What?"

And then Paul said, "No darling, I'm not Jealous...hey Charles, I'm just about to pick up a couple of continental breakfasts with posh coffee, shall I make it three?"

The man currently having a nervous breakdown on platform one was swinging in the wind all over again but he managed to take a firm grip on reality, "Erm, hi Paul...I'd love that...I say old man, you don't mind me trying my...erm...luck with Ann do you?"

"Not at all Charles, I'll pick up breakfast and meet you at our house, do you have the address?"

"I'm at the railway station at the moment, I'll have to find a taxi, are you at ten Harrison Close?"

"We are, look, it's crazy to pay for a taxi, I'll leave Ann to collect our food while I run down to the railway station and pick you up!"

There was a very reserved, "Oh, okay Paul, see you out front in a couple of minutes!"

So I was the whore going into the restaurant to order three continental breakfasts to go with posh coffees instead of the whore being shown off in public by her proud husband!

I dropped Ann off at the Cherry Tree and ran into the town centre to pick up Charles West, it looked like Ann's plan to use Ron Clarke's network of friends to get me introductions with prominent business men in a desperate attempt to make a few sales to generate commission, the only way I can possibly survive the effects of the corona virus pandemic, was already working.

Even though I'd had reservations that my wife was basically prostituting herself with other men to get me an invitation to pitch my products to them probably wouldn't work but if it did, it would take weeks, perhaps even months for her plan to come to fruition...I thought I'd have plenty of time to get used to the idea but Ann is a force of nature and the day after she set her mind on the task, she was working for Ron Clarke, escorting his Greek cousin to a top London casino and far from my sitting at home and worrying if Ann was safe, I was roped into the deal to act as chauffeurs for the evening and I found that I actually enjoyed watching her flirting with the stranger...even watching her fucking him right in front of me was a great turn on for me.

Now though, it was a different thing, I was actually going to the local railway station to collect a man I'd known over ten years ago, a man who was a valuable customer of mine back then and I knew from the moment that I put my foot on the gas pedal that I was picking him up to take him to have sex with my wife for the chance to make a sale to him.

I spotted him at the gates of the railway station and did a flying pickup because of the waiting restrictions in front of the station. I wound the window down and told him to get in the back.

"I've spoken to Ron Clarke, Paul, he tells me that your Ann is only playing to help you look for contacts to generate sales opportunities...is that right?"

"Well, that's about the size of it Charles!"

"You know why you lost the contract in twenty eleven...don't you?"

"Because Gladstone Fasteners is owned by a Mason and he under cut me by a penny a gross across the board...or so I heard!"

Charles said, "That's a fare assessment Paul but Gladstone Fasteners was owned by a Mason but he has recently sold it on to a stranger, how do your prices compare at the moment?"

I had to concentrate for a moment on a bad traffic spot but once I could return to the chat I said, "I guess were one or two percent higher across the board but our quality beats their's hands down, you won't get half the returns that you have been getting using Gladstone's equipment!"

"Paul, how would you like to act as a middle man...I'll place my order with you directly and pay you thirty days after delivery, you add on a ten percent handling charge and deliver the stuff to my place in Northampton, give yourself sixty days to pay. It won't cost you a penny, you'll get the commission from your boss as well as five percent of the handling charge, all you have to do is pay the other five percent into a Cayman Islands numbered bank account and ask no questions. I'm not making this offer to screw your wife, I would have been looking for an appointment with you in the next few weeks anyway after my fellow Mason sold his shares in Gladstone's...just as soon as my stocks needed replenishment!"

I thanked him and asked when I should go in to see him for the details of the numbered bank account and to pick up the order and we agreed to Monday at ten o'clock. There was a traffic light on red and we chose that opportunity to shake hands on the deal.

By the time we reached the Cherry Tree, Ann was waiting on their doorstep with a large carrier bag full of food in her hands, I opened my door and took the food, "I'll put this on the front seat...why don't you get in the back and keep Charles company darling?"

Ann was kissing Charles before her door finished closing, I started counting Mississippi's as I pulled away from the restaurant, at five Mississippi's Charles had pulled the front of Ann's dress down to her lap while still in lip-lock, by ten Mississippi's Ann was lifting her bottom off the seat so that Charles could pull the bottom of her dress up to meet the top, her dress now a three inch wide Lycra belt around her waist.

Ann was naked last night in the back of the Rolls Royce but it was dark outside and the streets were almost empty, she was naked again now but it was broad daylight and we were fast heading towards rush hour.

When we got home I said, "We're home darling, unless you're planning on flashing the neighbourhood, you'd better cover up!"

It took Ann five attempts to get her lips away from Charles and then it was a fight to get his hands away from her breasts so that she could pull the top of her dress up over her tits. I was already at the front door with the bag of breakfast in my hands as Ann ran from the car, she was holding the front of her dress over her breasts but the bottom of her dress still hadn't fallen into place to cover her cunt when she reached me in the hallway. As soon as she reached me, she let go of her dress and it slipped down to the floor while she was still in the open doorway.

Ann took the food, she kissed me and asked me to fetch a bottle of milk from the fridge in the kitchen, "I think that we'll have breakfast in bed darling!"

I ran all the way to the kitchen, I grabbed the bottle of milk and then a hand full of cutlery and a pack of butter, just in case. Then I ran all the way back to the stairs and on to the bedroom...as I skidded into the bedroom Ann was just pulling Charles' underpants down, the final step on his path to nudity, Ann was sitting on the edge of the bed as his cock sprang into view, his cock was less than six inches long but it was bloody fat and as it sprang free, Ann caught it in her mouth...now, I can't complain, Ann had always sucked my cock for me whenever I'd asked her too but she'd never volunteered the service. I had been surprised when, without any prompting from Stavros on the drive down to London, she had sucked him to completion in the back to the car, and again on the way home, she had sucked his cock for more than thirty minutes while I was looking for a secluded lay-by for them to fuck in but she hadn't taken him to completion with her mouth on the drive home and after he reached his orgasm a little too fast for her, she sucked his still spurting cock to breathe life back into it so that he could go again a little sooner than nature intended.

I started to undress but I was in no hurry, I was actually getting a kick watching my wife struggling to make Charles happy with her mouth, struggling as she was to open her mouth wide enough to get more than just the head of his cock past her lips. Once I was naked, Charles told me to sit at the top of the bed, my shoulders on the pillows and my head resting on the headboard. Ann was pulled off of his cock even though she was sucking on to it like a limpet.

Charles said, "When I was talking to Ron on the phone earlier, he told me that if you and Ann get an invite to his next special event, he won't expect any complaints from his other guests that any sexual favour is rejected out of hand, no one minds a woman who tries something and then can't do it but not to try it at all is unforgivable!"

I nodded my head, "We've talked about it, Ann is willing to give it a try, I was planning on getting started on the anal thing later on today."

Charles pushed my legs wide apart and pushed my feet up so that my knees splayed open and were up in the air, he said that it was to give him and my wife space to play while she was sucking my cock and he fucked her doggy style but as he parted my legs, I knew what he was looking for...

Charles knew that I played football as a child for the local amateur under twelve's team, he also knew our coach from when I was in that team twenty years ago, Brian Robson, and he knew, from reputation that Brian Robson was gay and had a thing for under twelve year old boys. Brian had been caught fucking one of the team just five years ago and the scandal closed that team down all together. The police enquiry had found that Robson had buggered over fifty young boys. Fortunately, they didn't investigate men of my age or the number would have been closer to five hundred and I was one of them.

It took me a long time to realise that I wasn't gay, I was twenty three before I looked for a woman to fall in love with and because I was only ten years old when Brian got his clutches into me...and I have to say that I loved his attention so much at that age that, when I finally started looking I found Ann and it didn't bother me one little bit that she was only ten when I found her!

I saw Charles grinning as he pushed Ann on her hands and knees in front of me and pushed her mouth down on my cock, he had guessed that a man as handsome as me would have defiantly been a target for Brian and just one look at my anal muscle confirmed that thought.

Charles started fucking Ann as she sucked my cock, he gave Ann a massive orgasm before he mentioned anal sex again, Ron Clarke had mentioned that his cousin had complained that Ann wouldn't let him fuck her arse but worse of all, she wouldn't even let him try and Charles had mentioned it as a way of helping Ann to get into Ron's party scene and by extension, help me to get in front of influential business men to sell my company's products.

Charles started to drive his short but incredibly thick cock in harder driving Ann to such a fever pitch that she was finding it difficult to keep my cock in her mouth. Charles chose that moment to tell Ann that if the man breaking her anal cherry was an expert, she might not feel very much pain at all, I saw the smile return to his face as he continued with, "Did it hurt you much Paul...when you lost your anal cherry?"

Charles chose his moment well, he'd just pushed his cock into Ann so hard that her mouth left my cock and her chin jumped up to my bellybutton, she gasped as her eyes met mine and she saw the slight blush on my face as I mumbled, "Not very much at all!"

Ann grinned at me, "Really darling, who had anal sex with you?"

Before I had a chance to answer, Charles said, "Probably Brian Robson the under twelve's team coach...but Brian had a massive cock, so how come he managed to fucked your arse without killing you Paul?"

I gave an awkward grimace, "Brian never went first... in my case, it was Paul Maitland our twelve year old team captain that did me while I was in the shower with him, Brian was watching without my knowing, he was keeping other players away from the shower and as soon as Paul finished off in my bum, Brian walked in and 'Caught' us!"

Ann repositioned her head a little and recaptured my cock in her mouth but in a position that she could suck as well as look at my face as Charles encouraged me to continue with my story.

"Brian made a big thing of catching Paul Maitland with his cock in my arse, he kicked Paul out of the shower with a flea in his ear, then he started to comfort me, he checked that Paul Maitland hadn't hurt me too much, he mentioned that I could be on the sub's bench on the following Saturday to make me feel a little better about being caught having sex with Paul, even though I was only nine years old, he was just to placate me and as he stroked my vanity, he was also using his index finger to test if Brian had actually left his spunk in my bum...before I knew it, Brian was using Paul's spunk as a lubricant to get his long fat cock up my bum...mind you, Brian did hurt me but not enough to make me want to report him or not to go back!"

Charles said, "Brian was raping his young players for close to thirty years and not one of those boys reported him, he was only caught because one of the referees spotted the tell tale signs and the referees day time job was a policeman, they interviewed every player on the teams books at that time, the books only went back three years and the police found fifty boys that admitted that he had fucked them over a three year period."

Ann looked thoughtful, "How come we never heard anything in the press, not even a request from the police for other victims to come forward?"

"Well, Brian just admitted to the fifty rapes, he took all the blame, never mentioned the boys that helped him groom the younger boys, he didn't ask for mitigating circumstances to be taken into consideration so it was a closed court, no witnesses, just an admission from Brian that he had raped fifty unnamed boys over three years, he got twenty years and he's still inside now!"

Ann giggled at my discomfort from having my dirty little secret brought out into the open by Charles, she said, "Perhaps I need a twelve year old football captain to train me into anal sex!"

Ann laughed at her own joke but Charles was laughing with her, he leaned away from her, caught a handful of his trousers and pulled them in closer without his cock slipping from her cunt, he pulled his mobile phone from his back pocket and used his contacts list to make a call while he was still fucking Ann.

Charles switched to speaker as he dropped the phone on the bed, we heard the sounds of the connection being made and the ring tone before a very recognisable Ron Clarke announced his name.

"Ron, Charles here."

"Oh, hi Charles, did Paul Bolter punch you on your nose like you worried he would?"

Charles laughed, far from it Ron, I'm in bed with them at the moment, did you know that Paul played football for the Kettering Colts, under Brian Robson?"

"Erm, no...I knew that he played football for the Boot and Shoe, but not that he played for Brian...did Paul take a full role in Brian's training sessions?"

"He did mate, he's just told Ann that his twelve year old team captain taught him to have anal sex and it didn't hurt at all and that as soon as his team captain filled his arse with spunk, Brian got his massive cock up Paul's bum with just a little pain, Ann wondered if we knew of any twelve year old boys that were any good at anal sex to help her in the same way?"

Ron laughed, "Find any Greek boy between ten and fifteen and they'll do just fine!"

Charles looked me in the eye, "You may not realise it mate but there isn't a Greek boy on every street corner around here!"

"Leave it with me Charles, I'll call you back."

Ann got me off at that point and my climaxing, triggered Charles to have his at the same time. Ann called a 'Tea break', we sat on the bed eating the continental breakfast selection from The Cherry Tree and drinking cold posh coffee when Ron phoned back.

Again Charles opened the call on loudspeaker, "Charles, my grandson...Ron juniors' eldest lad, Paul, is fourteen, his aunty Vicky is fetching him out of school on the pretext of a visit to our family's doctor, she'll be with you in ten minutes!", and with that comment still breaking through my brain, Ron was gone.

We'd just finished our breakfast break when the front door bell rang, Charles sent Ann down to answer the front door but he stopped her pulling her dressing gown on so she went to answer the front door totally naked.

I'd been a little...no, very surprised at my husband's admission that as a nine year old boy, he had been sodomised by a boy who was three years older than him and within moments of losing his anal virginity, he was fucked by the football coach, I'd have to get Paul to tell me all about it when we were alone, I knew that Charles had loved having Paul, such a big, macho footballer type man, admitting that he's had a homosexual relationship, not with one man but two, as I ate my breakfast, I wondered just how many other men Paul had allowed to use his bum for pleasure...and did Paul take his turn at breaking in younger boys for his coach once Paul was experienced.

I was just about to invite Charles to take another turn in my cunt but this time, I wanted to be on my back in the conventional missionary position so that I could kiss Charles as he fucked me but before he plugged his cock into me for the second time, the front doorbell rang. Charles told me to go down to answer the door but he didn't let me get dressed first.

I opened the front door gingerly, Vicky Clarke was standing there but not with her fourteen year old cousin, Paul...she had two boys with her, Vicky pushed the door wide open, exposing my naked body to the boys but also to anyone out in the street that may be looking in my direction.

"This is my cousin Paul and his friend...well, a classmate...erm, hell, this is a random twelve year old boy from the same school...I haven't even asked his name as it is totally unimportant, he's just a hard cock to use and throw away, I got a two for one deal, I thought it would be better if you chose the key that would best fit your lock and I'll take the other one!"

I led the trek up to the bedroom, Paul Clarke wasn't fazed one little bit when he found two naked men in the bedroom waiting for us, he just started to strip as soon as he saw the others were naked already but his unnamed friend looked a little bit scared of the situation. Vicky barked out, "Strip off boy, let's see what I'm getting for my ten pounds!"

I sat on the bed in the nude, Paul Clarke was hard from right out of the starting blocks but his friend was a little shy and his cock was hiding from sight behind his pubic hair. Vicky stepped up to the plate and sucked his cock into life, while Vicky was breathing life into the younger boy's cock, Charles asked me which one of them I'd like to try up my bum for my first time.

I knelt in front of Paul Clarke and sucked his cock into my mouth, "I'd love to try Paul's cock but I'm worried that he might be a little big still..." I looked over at the other boy, his cock was half as long and much thinner, "...I'd better start off with him for my first time."

Vicky put her hands on her hips, "You greedy cow Ann Bolter...I was hoping that we could have one each but your need is greater than mine, you take them both..." Vicky looked over at my husband, "...come on then 'James' show me how you DRIVE' your cock up a women's arse!"

Charles was directing the boys, he placed Vicky's cousin on the bed on his back, he got me to climb on top, cow girl position and then he guided the other boy to actually climb on behind me, encouraging the boy to manhandle me into the position that made it comfortable for himself as he busted my anal cherry.

Once Charles was happy that the boys were looking after me, he pulled Vicky over and placed her standing at the side of the bed, bending over me and made her kiss me while my husband was still on her back filling her arse, he was also standing and bent over, he was biting the back of her neck when Charles moved in behind him, he stroked his hand across Paul's bottom and whispered in his ear, "What do you think Paul, would you still be able to take my cock up your bum?"

I opened my eyes as Vicky was working her tongue in and out of my mouth, I only caught a glimpse of my husband as he nodded his head, Charles said, "Just like riding a bike...once you've been opened up, you can take it all in your stride!"

I heard a pained gasp from Paul and suddenly there was a six-way fuck, if you count Vicky licking my tonsils as she fondled my breasts as a real sex act.

Young Paul filled my cunt, closely followed by his school friend filling my bum. Paul bucked me off of his hips and quickly rolled out from under my belly, he was on my back in a flash while the youngest boy sat and watched and I had an opportunity to see my husband in the middle of an anal sex sandwich, he was fucking Vicky up her bum as she was face down on my bed and Charles was behind Paul fucking his bum.

Vicky's cousin didn't take long to have his second climax, adding his own cream to his friend's inside my arse and even though my husband was still enjoying himself in Vicky's arse, Charles pulled him away from her, Charles pulled his own cock out of Paul's bum and Paul was quickly pushed into the space just vacated behind me and Charles fell onto Vicky's back to anally fuck her. Paul climaxed quite quickly up my bum and as he pulled away, Charles took his place, so in thirty minutes I'd moved from being an anal virgin to having taken four cocks up my bum in ascending order of thickness.

Vicky took the two Pauls and the unnamed boy through to our bathroom and she made sure that all three men washed their cocks properly.

Charles was taking his time over his own climax in my bum so I got to watch Vicky as she took her cousin and his friend, one in her mouth and the other in her pussy, Paul just sat there watching five people having fun. I think in the end Paul got a little bored, he took a drinks order and went down to make tea and coffee for us adults and two glasses of beer for the kids.

The games all ended at three o'clock with Charles finally blowing his wad up my bum and Vicky taking the two boys home so that no one knew that they had bunked off school all afternoon, Vicky also took Charles home as well, so that Paul and I could get down to a little relaxation in the bath tub together to sooth our tortured arses.

As we sat in the warm soothing water together, Paul mentioned that he'd picked up a contract from Charles company and he mentioned their special arrangement, Paul would earn very good commission from his own company and make five percent of the gross amount on top.

I thought for a moment and then I said, "That sounds a little illegal to me darling!"

Paul grinned at my comment, "About as illegal as what you just did with two schoolboys this afternoon but it won't hurt anyone else, just cost Charles' shareholders a little extra, my company gets a much needed order and we get the money that we're desperate for."

17,100 Words.

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