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Hernia
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Inter racial, Underage, Incest, Aunty/Nephew, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism Hernia

We were out checking the fences around the rape field...no, not that kind of rape, this field was fifty acres of oil-seed rape that was in flower. John was using his mobile phone as a GPS notepad to mark the position of a rotten fence post, he took a picture of the post and the phone tagged the picture with its GPS location so that someone could return to it on Monday to swap the rotten post for a new one.

I thought that John was being particularly anal, he was describing what kind of post it was, how long it was, how many strands of barbed wire were fastened to it...I thought, 'Bloody hell John, whoever gets the job will just bring out whatever posts we have in the store room at the moment, whatever is there now, it'll just get replaced with what we've got!' Then I looked all around, it was a glorious sunny day, there was no one in sight for as far as the eye could see and I suddenly felt a little playful, the sun was making the field a vibrant carpet of yellow, like a massive duvet and there were around a million butterflies out gathering nectar from the flowers giving the duvet a delicate pattern.

I slapped the bald spot on the back of John's head and ran for it. I ran towards the gateway into the cabbage field but John caught me before I got there, I was struggling and fighting to get away from his grasp. John had decided to teach me a lesson, he bent me over the gate and pulled the back of my dress up over my back, he was just about to impale me on his cock without bothering to take my knickers off first, just using his cock to push the leg hole to one side, he rammed his cock into me just as I sneezed...I'm not sure why, not sure what I was doing wrong at the time of my sneeze but I think I was trying to stand upright, fighting John's attempt to keep me bent over but the sneeze was a powerful one and it was followed ten seconds later with my screaming out loud.

John jumped back and I flopped forward over the top rail of the gate again, "What's wrong Vicky?"

I was sobbing, "I don't know, it feels like I've just been stabbed in my stomach."

John helped me off of the gate and we walked slowly towards the Land Rover, I was wracked with pain with every footstep. I was in even more pain from climbing up into the passenger seat of the Land Rover. I was crying with every bump in the track to the main road, fortunately after that, once we were on tarmacked roads, the pain dissipated a little. John drove me straight to 'A&E'.

John had to help me into the emergency room and he ended up standing just outside the curtain of the examination cubicle where an Asian junior doctor, who looked like he was about fourteen years old, examined me.

"Can you tell me Mrs Clarke...what were you doing when the pain started?"

I looked over my shoulder, I could see John's shadow on the curtain, he was standing just a foot away from me.

"I was in a field, fooling around with my husband and I was bent over when I had a massive sneeze and thought that I'd been shot or stabbed!"

It turned out that I had developed an inguinal hernia in the lower left quadrant of my abdomen. I was told to lie on the couch which caused me great pain. My dress was pushed up above the waistband of my knickers and my knickers were pulled down a little while the doctor attempted to massage the loop of intestine back into my abdominal cavity. I started to wish that I had put less 'Adult' lingerie on for my walk in the fields with John, especially as my dead badger hairstyle was clearly showing through the lace front of my thong. Doctor Chohan smiled at my discomfort both physical and emotional as he rubbed gently over the little bulge in my abdomen.

I spotted John shifting his weight from one foot to the other just outside the treatment cubicle as the doctor said, "I'm sorry but I can't massage your intestine back through the hole in your stomach wall...can you wait in the waiting room while I check on bed availability please Mrs Clarke?"

John took my arm and helped me to a seat in the waiting room, considering I was in so much pain, John suddenly seemed very excited, "What was it like having that young Asian doctor touching you like that?"

"You mean Doctor Chohan...like what?"

"You know...his hands rubbing your body so close to your pussy!"

I punched John's shoulder, "John, you're a pervert...I'm seriously injured here, in a lot of pain and that doctor is young enough to be my son and he was trying to get rid of my pain!"

John leaned in, his lips right close to my ear and he whispered, "His father would have to have been an African for your son to have come out that colour...have you been cheating on me with a black man darling?"

That warranted another punch to his shoulder from me but I wasn't sure that the pain generated by my punching him was worth it.

It was twenty minutes before the Doctor Chohan returned, "Sorry, no beds available in the hospital but I have you booked into minor surgery first thing in the morning, no food or drink after midnight tonight, try not to do anything stressful, especially in the toilet, if you feel like you want to make a bowel movement and nothing comes of it, don't try to force it. If you go to the hospital pharmacy, they will have a prescription for you, a few strong painkillers, some strong antibiotics and some mild laxatives. You might find it more comfortable to sleep on your right hand side curled into the foetal position to relax your stomach muscles. Don't lift anything, even a kettle full of water is too heavy. Don't miss your appointment tomorrow, I wouldn't leave a hernia in that condition for more than forty-eight hours...oh, I recommend that you take a shower before you come in tomorrow, it could be four or five days before your next shower!"

I was given a letter to drop in at my own doctor's surgery on my way home and my appointment for the following day, apparently, surgeons definition of first thing in the morning and farmers were totally different, first thing in the morning to me and John was six o'clock, my appointment was for ten o'clock with a note to report to minor surgical unit at nine forty-five to fill in paperwork and things.

John took my arm to help me walk to the pharmacy, as we left the emergency department, there was a toilet directly opposite the door, John nudged me in my ribs, "Do you think that the doctor meant...not to do anything strenuous in this toilet?"

"Why would he have meant that?"

"Well, you told him that we were fooling around in a field when you developed your hernia so it might have been in his mind that we would be looking for somewhere to finish what we started out in the open air!"

So, I got my selection of pills, opium based painkillers to take one now and another before bedtime, same with the antibiotics but the laxative tablets was just one before bed each day. We drove home and I settled down on the couch with my laptop on my knee, I did a video call to one of my friends who had been a nurse for twenty years to ask her what to expect at my operation the following day.

John was hovering, he was fussing around me because I was in so much pain, nothing was too much trouble for him to do for me while I was ill.

There was only one bit of advice from my friend..."Shave your pussy, shave it all off. Oh they'll tell you not to bother, the surgeon will do it but he will only shave the area that he needs to be clean, a two inch band of hair from your waist line down to the side of your labia. It will take over a year for that strip of hair to grow back and for that whole year, your pussy area will look ridiculous!"

I looked up at John's face, he was grinning at the prospect of shaving my pussy for me and so we ended up in the bathroom where he used his beard trimmer to knock down the trees and then he used a brand new disposable razor to clean away all of the stubble across all of my pussy mound, down the outside of my labia and even inside my vaginal cleft, there wasn't a single trace of hair anywhere around my pussy.

John was stroking his fingertips over my abdomen, stroking over the hernia lump in my abdomen, "Did it turn you on when that doctor touched you like this?"

John was copying the action that Doctor Chohan had been doing earlier when he was trying to massage my intestine back into my abdominal cavity, John wasn't trying to get my intestines back into place, he was just turned on because an Indian doctor had been touching my body in such an intimate way.

The painkillers that I was taking had kind of knocked me out a little and I went to bed very early but John woke me at eleven o'clock so that I could have a coffee and a sandwich to take my painkiller and antibiotic with before going back to bed just before midnight. I tried to follow Doctor Chohan's advice and sleep on my right hand side curled up like a baby but I was always a restless sleeper and every time I moved I woke in pain and had to return to my right hand side.

I took a shower in the morning, John was still being a pervert and he picked out a very skimpy red lingerie set for me to wear for my trip to the hospital, small knickers and a see-through bra and a mini summer dress, "I can't wear these, they're obscene...Why so you want me to wear this lot for?"

John grinned at me, "Well, that nice young Indian doctor might be the one doing the operation today, I'd love for you to give him a cheap thrill!"

John drove me to the hospital and their minor operations suite. I was sitting in the waiting room with a clipboard on my knee filling in a ream of questionnaires. The outer door opened and a smartly dressed man walked in, he was early fifties and a little darker skinned that Doctor Chohan, he spotted John standing at my side and his face brightened up a little, "John, so nice to see you, have you come to see me?"

John looked over at the man, "Doctor Modi, nice to see you too but I'm not here to see you, I've brought my wife in for a minor operation!"

The doctor looked in the folder that he was carrying, "is your wife Victoria Clarke?"

John patted me on my shoulder and said, "Yes and this is Victoria, my wife!"

Mr Modi smiled at me and wished me a good morning, and said, "And I'm VJ Modi, your surgeon for the day, I'm the hospital's senior surgical consultant so you could say that you have won the hospital lottery to have drawn me out of the hat...I'm also a very good friend of John's father, Ronald!"

I laughed at that, I'd known Ron Clarke for twenty years and had never heard anyone call him Ronald before.

Mr Modi left the folder he was carrying on the nurse's desk and he left the waiting room. A nurse took me behind a screen, "Right Mrs Clarke, everything off please and put on this wonderful designer backless hospital gown by Versace and to crown madam's ensemble, the very latest in Coco Chanel paper knickers. Pop everything in the plastic box and it will all be waiting for you in the recovery room when Mr Modi has finished your operation."

The nurse left me to get changed and she came back and tied bows into three out of the four tapes holding the back of the backless gown closed, she left the one level with my arse unfastened because they were going to need to open the gown higher than my hips.

I walked through to the theatre and popped my shoes under the operating table, I settled down on my back and Dr Modi came in dressed from head to toe in green surgical scrubs, not that I would have recognised him because he had a face mask on, he told me that Dr Chohan had requested permission to observe the operation, I was told that it was up to me but it was the only way a junior houseman would gain experience as a surgeon so I said that it was okay with me.

When Dr Chohan came into the room, he told me that it was nice to see me again. The nurse started fitting a frame over the bed and a green sheet was laid over my upper body and over the frame so that I couldn't see what was going on around my lower body.

"A tiny scratch Mrs Clarke and you won't feel a thing in five minutes."

I felt the side of my knickers being pulled down, it was hard to tell for sure but it felt like Dr Modi had exposed the left hand side of my vagina, the nurse that had been dealing with me earlier was sitting by my shoulder keeping an eye on my pulse rate and my blood pressure, Mr Modi had two nurses to assist him and of course Dr Chohan was just watching.

The nurse by my shoulder was engaging me in small talk, she told me that Mr Modi would be talking to Dr Chohan about what he was doing, "Don't worry about what Mr Modi says, there won't be anything for you to worry about."

Mr Modi's voice came from behind the cloth screen, Can you feel this Mrs Clarke?"

"Nope, can't feel a thing!"

Well, if you start to feel any discomfort at all, just sing out but try not to move at all, I'll just give you a little more aesthetic and wait until it takes effect again before continuing.

I was holding a conversation with Nurse Linda sitting at my shoulder about holidays, farming and my home life...Linda was distracting me from the conversation going on around my pussy area.

I heard "Suction please nurse...swab please nurse...forehead please nurse"

I actually saw that nurse mopping his forehead, a nurse on his left was doing all the 'Wet work' and a nurse on his right was servicing his other needs.

"Can you see the loop of intestine here Doctor?"

I heard Doctor Chohan say that he could and it looked healthy.

"Right...now I carefully ease the loop of intestine back into the abdominal cavity. Now I'm easing the dormice away from the stomach muscle to form a pocket for the mesh to fit into. Now I'm looking for the blood vessel and nerve bundle that feed blood to the left labia and take sensations from the labia to the brain....Mrs Clarke wouldn't be happy if I didn't manage to ease these out from under the mesh, it would dull the sensations and could reduce blood supply."

Things went a little quiet for a moment and I said, "That...that hurts a little!"

Mr Modi asked the nurse for a tube of cream of some sort and then he was talking to Doctor Chohan about the difference between men and women, "If we were doing this procedure on a man, easing the blood vessel and nerve bundle would actually lift the man's testicle in his scrotum and if we didn't do that, it could actually destroy his testicle as the mesh beds into place...Can you feel this Mrs Clarke?"

"No, I can't feel anything now."

"This may feel a little uncomfortable now because I'm sliding the repair mesh into place now!"

I could feel stretching, he was opening my abdomen as if I were a chicken and he was forcing the garlic butter under my skin, "All I have to do now is sew up the incision, clean Mrs Clarke up and put a dressing on and send her home into her husband's loving arms."

The nurses were told to run through their checklist, that included counting the used swabs and the unused ones, count the gauze pads, count the tubes of analgesic cream, antibiotic cream and the small syringe used to inject the initial local anaesthetic drug. One nurse was counting the physical equipment and the other checking it off against the list of what they started out with.

When the bleeding stopped, the operation site was thoroughly cleaned and then painted with antiseptic cream and a dressing applied over the wound. The dressing looked like a quarter of a baby's nappy sellotaped all around to my skin.

I was given a list of things to do and what not to do: an emergency telephone number to ring in case I saw blood under my dressing or if I felt unreasonable pain or if I felt heat around the scar line or noticed reddening around the dressing. If I didn't have a bowel movement by Wednesday I was to pop straight back to the hospital emergency room.

I wasn't in a great deal of pain, I had painkillers to look after that and John wouldn't allow me to do anything around the house so it was rest...rest...and more rest.

John was even more fixated about the whole brown man issue, not only the young Asian doctor in the emergency room but now, his father's friend too, the fifty-ish year old consultant surgeon.

Questions kept popping up like, did Doctor Chohan put his fingers inside you...did Mr Modi see my shaved pussy...was I excited having two Asian men looking at my naked lower half!"

On Tuesday John offered to give me a bed bath because I couldn't get my dressing wet. He used a face cloth rubbed with soap to wash me all over, he washed the right hand side of my vagina and as he was doing that, he touched my labia on the left hand side and I almost levitated off of the couch, "Did that hurt you?"

"Not hurt, just really sensitive, it was a bit like rubbing my exposed clitoris with sand paper!"

I ended up ringing the emergency number to talk to the nurse about the issue of vaginal sensitivity and I spoke to Mr Modi who explained that by moving blood vessels and nerve fibres out of the way of the mesh repair patch, there could be greater blood flow to that area and because the nerve fibres had been moved out of the subcutaneous fat lever between the outer skin and the muscles it could be that the messages from the sensory cells to the brain are getting through more clearly and quicker to the brain.

John got all excited again when he realised that I was talking about my sensitive vagina with his father's old Asian friend, he was really getting stuck into his fantasy grove about me going with an Asian man.

Wednesday morning, I was starting to feel claustrophobic...I was an outdoors girl and hated to be stuck in home for so long, especially with nothing to do but be waited on hand and foot by my husband so I told him that I wanted to go for a gentle walk to the village shop. I got dressed for the first time since Monday afternoon, white bra, white baggy knickers and a summer dress. I didn't even get as far as the front door before I had to take my knickers off because I was close to an orgasm. John saw me taking my knickers off and he laughed, "Don't let any of my family catch you out in the street without your knickers on...you know what they are like!"

John was right, I knew that his family were very sexually free, the first family party I attended, as I danced with men, they would all make a grab for my arse in the first few bars of the tune and then move on. John's Greek Uncle Savvy did it, turned away from me and started dancing with one of his cousins, a young girl called Kelly who didn't look old enough to be out of school, I watched him grab her arse in the third bar and by the sixth, they were heading for the stairs. I asked John what was going on and he told me of the family tradition...no knickers meant that a woman was open for sex and that I should be careful not to be around his family without knickers on if I didn't want to be pestered for sex.

John fussed all the way to the shop, telling me to walk slowly, be careful of the step down from the curb to the road, the same on the other side to be careful at the curb again, I think he was actually excited because he knew that I was walking around our village wearing a lightweight summer dress with no knickers under it while male members of our family were out working in the area. I bought a loaf of bread and a packet of biscuits which John refused to allow me to carry because they could be too heavy.

On Saturday I took the dressing off of the wound and on Sunday morning I had my first shower since Monday morning and on Sunday afternoon we tried sex for the first time since our near miss the previous Sunday...it was actually the first time that we'd ever gone a whole week without sex. John was very gentle when he climbed on top of me in case he hurt me...I have to say that I reached my climax far quicker than ever before because of the increased sensitivity but, as he started fucking me he was also asking me questions about Doctor Chohan and Mr Modi and he thought that it was him talking about the Asian men that had got me off so quickly rather than my sensitive left labia.

Out of the blue, a month after my operation, John dropped a surprise on me. Leicester City Council were promoting the start of their Indian culture week with a free Asian arts festival and as Leicester was only thirty miles away from us, he dragged me over there for a ten o'clock in the morning exhibition of dancing from the Bollywood film industry.

I still couldn't wear knickers and John talked me into wearing a red summer dress with a red lace bra under it, the dress came down to five inches above my knee with a plunging neckline.

It was quite a welcome distraction from my normal week, getting dressed up in a posh frock and high heel shoes for the first time in a month and John loved the trip because...being in Leicester, there were thousands of Asian men as well as African and Afro-Caribbean men for him to point out to me to spur his own fantasies on as he asked me if I fancied this man or that as we drove past them.

Inside the venue there was a free program, the dances from famous Bollywood films were from ten until eleven o'clock followed by the sounds and sights of Bangera music and dance from eleven until twelve noon. Mid day until one o'clock was traditional Indian music and one pm until two o'clock was Hindu temple dancing.

John tapped an advert in the program, 'Traditional Asian quinine...just like your grandmother makes!'

John phoned the number from the advert and asked if it was possible to get a table for lunch. We left the festival centre and walked the quarter of a mile to the restaurant...well, I use the term restaurant very loosely...it had been a typical British pub from the nineteen fifties that was now painted a gaudy pink and blue colour scheme.

When the pub was built it would have had a 'Public bar', a 'Smoke room', a 'Snug' and a 'Lounge'. The public bar would probably have had a red quarry stone floor for the working class men, tradition had it that no women would be in the bar, well, no respectable women, the public bar would have been for 'Working women' looking for customers, the Lounge would have been for the toffs to take their wives and the smoke room would be for the toffs without women accompanying them. The snug would be populated by women without men, it would have been much smaller than the other three rooms and all four rooms would have been arranged around a central serving area. Today though, inside, the whole pub had been turned into one open plan room and the serving area was set against the back wall of the building.

The pub had been built on a slight hill so one of the rooms was three feet higher than the rest of the pub, that wouldn't have mattered when the pub was built because each separate area of the pub would have had its own entrance off of the street but now that it was one open plan room, that uphill area had been made into a stage like area, surrounded with a balustrade with four steps down into the main room. The elevated section was designated for people eating a meal and the rest of the bar was crowded out with the serious drinkers of the area.

We were given a table against the side wall, we were both sitting, facing out into the main room. I ordered a mild chicken korma meal and John ordered a lamb bhuna, the bhuna was a mid range spicy meal, twice as hot as my korma would be. We had drinks delivered while we were waiting for our meals and John nudged me in the ribs, "What about him?"

John was looking at a young man, early twenties, he was dressed in the traditional Indian clothes, a long white cotton shirt and white cotton trousers. The young man seemed to know everyone in the bar clamouring for service and they seemed happy for him to pass through from the back of the queue to the front.

"I'm twice his age and the wrong colour...not to mention the wrong religion, just look at him, you can see from a mile away that he's a traditionalist Hindu."

I watched the youngster move from the counter, he looked around the room, I looked around as well, I was actually the only woman in the whole place, even all the workers were men. He moved from the crowd around the bar to a table that was pushed up against the balustrade surrounding the eating area, he was sitting facing me and John but he was three feet lower than us.

"He's looking up under your dress."

I took a sip of my drink, "Don't be silly, I'm old enough to be his mother, he won't be the least bit interested in me!"

John lowered his right hand onto my left knee and pulled my left leg against his thigh, parting my knees by two inches. I saw a massive grin cross the young Asian man's face and I moved my right leg to close the gap between my knees again and now I was sitting slightly sideways on to him.

John gave me his best smug look, "See, I told you so, he loved that little flash!"

John's gloating was cut short by the arrival of our lamb and chicken dinners. I wasn't overly hopeful about the quality of the meal, considering the surroundings but it was probably the best Indian meal I'd ever tasted. After I finished the food, I went off to the toilet which meant crossing the crowded bar area of the pub, men were coming and going, shuffling about and making navigating a safe passage difficult.

I was blocked four times when a hand gripped my elbow and pushed me forward, it was the young man, he stuck his other hand out in front of us and a gap parted all the way to the passageway to the toilets. He told me that his name was Rajesh and I thanked him for helping me, he opened the toilet door and said, "Well, here you are, the ladies toilet!"

I thanked him again and rushed through the door and took the first stall with an open door. I sat down and from the other side of the locked toilet door, "You're not from around here...where are you from?"

I tried unsuccessfully to stop my pee flow, "You shouldn't be in here, you can get into trouble, a man in a woman's toilet!"

"I'm sorry lady...I made a big mistake..." I heard a click and then a scratching sound, "...I accidentally led you into the men's toilet!"

I looked at the door, the little thumbwheel was turning, Rajesh had somehow managed to turn the lock from the outside the door.

I jumped to my feet and tried to stop the door opening but he was too strong for me and he pushed the door open wide. I gasped when I saw his right hand, he had a flick knife in his hand and stepped back away from him. He pressed a button in the handle of the knife and the blade shot back into the handle. I was pushed further towards the back of the stall, my legs were forced apart by the toilet bowl so there was no way that I could close my legs.

He grabbed a handful of my hair at the back of my head with his left hand and pulled my face into a kiss and as our lips were pressed together, his right hand slipped up under the hem of my dress and he grabbed a fist full of that as well. I pulled mu mouth away from his, "I'll scream!"

"Why would you do that, I know that you like me, you smiled at me while you were waiting for your food!"

"I did not."

"Of course you did, when your husband flashed your cunt at me, you smiled below the table at me!"

I managed to push past him and returned to the bar, John wasn't at our table, he was standing the end of the bar paying our bill.

I didn't see Rajesh leaving the passageway from the toilets but rushed to John's side and linked my left arm into his right.

John looked a little disappointed, "I thought that you might have had a longer 'chat' with that young man down there!"

"Rajesh...he told me his name was Rajesh, I think he had plans for a longer chat but I didn't like the surroundings!"

We left the pub still arm in arm, just outside the front door of the pub, Rajesh was leaning his shoulders against the pink wall, it looked like he was thrusting his hips out to show off his erection through his thin cotton trousers and thin cotton shirt.

"Hi mate...you like the idea of feeding your misses on a little dark meat?"

John looked at Rajesh first and then at me, he had a grin on his face and he winked at me before looking back at Rajesh.

"I have somewhere private just around the corner and I don't mind if you want to watch me give your woman an Indian lesson!"

John nodded his head.

Rajesh pushed his shoulders away from the wall, pushing himself upright, he grabbed my right arm and pulled me away from John and dragged me up the slight hill at the side of the pub, we walked past the ubiquitous sari shop, there seemed to be one on every corner in Leicester City, the next building was a printer's workshop and the third was an accountants office specialising in tax.

Rajesh stopped me just before the sign advertising tax services, there was a passage way leading away from the street between the two buildings. I got two paces into the passageway when Rajesh yanked me to a stop, turning my back to the printer's workshop and pushing me against the wall. He forced his knee between my legs and rubbed his hands up over the outside of my dress, over my breasts and then his hand gripped around my throat.

Rajesh kissed me and then he leaned away from me with his abdomen still pressing against mine, "You like the look of black hands on your woman's alabaster skin mate?"

John looked a little embarrassed, he was looking all around because this place wasn't quite as private as Rajesh had indicated earlier but even though he looked uncomfortable, he still nodded his head.

I was yanked again, yanked away from the wall and on down the passageway. The area behind the two shops had been part of the commercial property in years gone by but as businesses contracted, the area at the back of the two buildings had been converted into flats but even they were too old to be of use now, wire mesh fencing blocked off access and the fence was covered with warning signs that the buildings were condemned and unsafe, due for demolition at any moment.

Rajesh pulled at the end of the wire fence and it opened like a gate, he pushed me through and he followed me, he didn't even look behind him, he just pushed me on towards a white painted wooden door, I heard the scraping sound as John pulled the fence back into place behind him. The door wasn't locked, it didn't even have a latch of any kind, it just opened at a push and exposed stairs leading up to first floor flats. I was in front of Rajesh as we climbed the stairs, "I think that your woman has a fantastic arse mate!" And as he said that, he was grabbing two hands full of my bum through my dress as I climbed the stairs in front of him.

There were two doors at the top of the stairs, I was pushed towards the one on the right and again, there wasn't even a latch on the door, it just popped open at a touch. As the door opened a thick fog tumbled out of the room, white fog with a sickly sweet smell, inside what would have been the living room of the flat were four men and two girls...girls mind you, not women and all six of them were smoking cannabis.

I was pushed across the room and through another door, this time the door did have a latch on it. Inside that room there was still the same sickly sweet smell but no fog, the only thing in the room was a dirty stained mattress on the floor behind the door.

I looked nervously at John as he followed us through the open door, I mouthed, 'Are you sure?' and he nodded at me.

Rajesh didn't look in John's direction, I don't think that he even looked at me, well, not my face at any rate, his eyes were fixed on the bottom hem of my dress. Again, Rajesh treated me roughly, yanking me to the side of the mattress before grabbing the bottom hem of my dress and pulling it straight off of my body, over my head. I was standing there in front of a young Asian man and my husband wearing only a red bra and high heel shoes.

Rajesh grabbed my arm and spun me around so that my back was toward him, he grabbed at the clasp on the back of my bra and yanked the clasp open, tossing my bra on top of my dress on the dirty floor. I expected him to turn me back to face him again now that I was totally naked but I was wrong, he reached around my body under my arms and grabbed my breasts from behind and again, he wasn't the least bit gentle with me, he was mauling and pinching my breasts and nipples, I would have given John hell for treating my breasts so roughly but with Rajesh being a total stranger, standing in an illegal drugs den and knowing that he had an illegal flick knife in his trouser pocket, all I did was stand there shivering with a mixture of fear and excitement.

John shuffled around to my right so that he could see Rajesh's hands mauling my tits, John was totally turned on and he was even more so when Rajesh's right hand slipped down from my breast, over my abdomen and he cupped my pussy mound in the palm of his hand driving my through an orgasm just from a few seconds of finger action in my vagina.

Rajesh let go of my body, I turned to face him as he pulled his white shirt off over his head and I got a bit of a shock, the trousers he was wearing under his long shirt weren't like real trousers, there were no buttons or zips, the thin cotton trousers were more like pyjama bottoms but not like English ones, his had a cotton tape for a waistband that were nine inches longer than the actual waistband and to hold them up, he tied the two sides together in a knot but the fly didn't actually close so as soon as his shirt was off I could see all of his cock and balls.

He pushed me on the mattress and climbed on top of me, I looked up at John as Rajesh stuck his cock in me, John looked disappointed because Rajesh was basically fucking me while still wearing his trousers, I guessed why John looked so disappointed so I pushed Rajesh away from my body and I untied the bow at the waist and pushed his trousers down to his knees before lying back on my back so that John could see the full effect and John was smiling again, more so when Rajesh pushed his upper body up off of my chest so he could fuck me with more force and John could actually see Rajesh's cock slamming into my pussy, driving me to crazy heights in my orgasm.

It took Rajesh twenty minutes of solid fucking before he spurted up into my belly and as he panted down from his orgasm, he gasped, "You want a little more fucking misses...I can go and fetch one of my brothers in to fuck you some more!"

I looked at John's face, he was looking even more excited at Rajesh's suggestion to bring in reinforcements to keep the party going. I was still struggling to get my breath back but I made an executive decision. I rolled away from Rajesh and pulled my dress on over my head, snatched my bra off of the floor and headed for the door dragging John behind me.

We ran through the drugs den, down the stairs and out into the yard behind the commercial units and out into the street.

John said, "Shall we go back to the festival?"

"No, I've had enough of all things Asian for now!"

As we walked back to the car I snuggled up against John's side and said, "I do hope that this will get your Asian fantasies out of your system now that I've done it!"

John chuckled and said, "Well, I'd still like to see you with Mr Modi, I'd like to see you being fucked by an older man...oh...oh and a younger man too!"

I jerked my thumb over my shoulder towards the condemned flats, "What do you call Rajesh?"

"No, younger than him...much younger than him."

I pulled away from his side, "To be much younger than Rajesh, he would have to be still at school!"

John grinned at me and nodded his head, "I lost my virginity to my Aunty Sue when I was thirteen at my birthday party."

"Your Aunty Sue...your father's sister Sue?"

John nodded his head.

"How did that happen?"

"Well, it was my birthday party and Sue had a dance with me, she pulled my right hand down to her backside and rubbed it all over her bum, she asked me what I could feel, I told her that I could feel her bottom through her dress..."Do you feel my knickers?"

I said, "No, I don't feel any knickers!"

She said, "Well, you know what that means don't you birthday boy?"

I could see the look of excitement on John's face, "I sure knew what that meant and I knew what it meant for me that my Aunty Sue had told me that she wasn't wearing any knickers. I stopped dancing with her and took her hand, guiding her to the stairs up to my bedroom with my mother and father watching on. I have to admit that I made a bit of a pig of myself with Sue, spent the whole night in bed with her doing everything that I'd read about in dirty books and seen in films and pictures...best birthday present ever!"

John looked at me, "How did you lose your virginity?"

Well, I guess that John had actually told me the truth about his first sexual experience, in the past all he would say was that it was with an older woman while he was at school and I had added two and two and come up with the answer twenty-two and assumed that it was a member of the teaching staff or like the dinner lady or even the mother of one of his school friends, I'd never imagined that it was a close relative of his. So the natural conclusion was that I should be just as truthful and tell John how I got my first taste of sex.

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