I watched his hand rub up and down his cock on the inside of his trouser pocket as he walked up to the gate around the play area, as he opened the gate he took his hand out of his pocket, and then I noticed that he was holding a small, pink leather, dog's leash in the hand that he had just been rubbing his cock with.

He wiped the smile off of his face and looked sad and serious as he held his hand up, dangling the leash so that my daughters could see it. "Hi darlings...have you seen my little Chihuahua run past here?"

He seemed to be very genuine to my daughters but they hadn't just seen him grinning at them lecherously and rubbing his cock as he walked towards them.

Sarah said that they hadn't seen any dogs in the park.

He looked even sadder, "I'm really worried about her, there's a very busy road on the other side of the spiny and it'll take ages for me to search all those paths on my own for her...I only hope that I can find her before she finds a way through the fence and out onto the road."

In one way, I had to admire his professionalism. He had spotted two girls, seemingly alone, on the swings, he had seized his opportunity and steamed right in and within thirty seconds of him starting to speak, both Sarah and Dawn had stopped swinging and were ready to go into the spiny with him to look for his imaginary dog. The only thing that would have captured my daughter's attention more quickly would have been if he actually had a Chihuahua on the end of his pretty pink leash.

I could only find one fault with his approach on my daughters...he didn't keep a weather eye out for a potential parent entering the stage...mind you, to be fair, I was coming from behind the toilet block, through a small gap between the toilet and the spiny that the stranger was trying to entice my daughters to go to with him.

I heard a rustle in the bush two feet to my left and thought, 'Perhaps I've misjudged the man...if that rustling turned out to be a tiny ball of fur I've misread the situation totally!'

I looked down below the bush, expecting to see a Chihuahua slipping out but instead, I saw trainers, then ankle socks, hairy legs and a pair of very small, red, shorts, on a very adult man. The man emerged totally, he was shirtless, had a hairy belly and chest but a clean shaven face, "Bloody shame that they closed the toilet down ain't it mate!"

He was staring straight at my crotch, as he wrapped his fingers around a very large erection inside his shorts and gave it a little pump, when he didn't see an erection inside my jeans and that I wasn't rubbing my cock, he looked up at my chest, to the front of my baggy t-shirt.

He mumbled. "Sorry darling...my mistake!", as he was absorbed back into the bush that he'd just slipped out of.

I'd been wrong footed...totally put off my stride so totally by the man approaching me thinking that I was a man looking for same sex fun with him that I missed a few seconds of the play area action, the next time I focussed in on my daughters, Sarah was leading the way into the bushes, the man following her closely with his hand on her shoulder, he looked over his right shoulder to Dawn and said, "you go to the left, there's a big den that way that my dog loves to play in from time to time...me and your sister will check all of the paths to the right!"

He was sending Dawn straight towards the man who had just approached me...while he was trying to lure Sarah away in the opposite direction.

I was a little too far away to run and catch up so I shouted, "Sarah...Dawn...where are you going?"

Sarah had just disappeared from view in the bushes but she stepped straight back out again, she looked in my direction but then she looked down at her feet, the brown mark on the side of her white ankle socks told me everything that I needed to know, she had been climbing up one of the brown mountains that had been left just inside the bush.

Then Sarah had only been out of sight for a second or two but when she reappeared, I spotted that the top button of her dress was missing.

I dragged the girls back to the car...okay, Sarah was happy to go back, she'd just had a harrowing mountaineering slip and wanted to be able to get to the car so that she could take her shoes and socks off as quickly as possible. Dawn wasn't so happy, she was desperate to help the man to find his lost Chihuahua, I snapped, "The man hasn't lost his Chihuahua darling, he just wanted to get you and Sarah in the bushes and out of my sight...I did tell you girls to stay in the play area!"

Dawn said, "Why mummy?"

I looked at Sarah's face, she looked towards the bushes close to the toilet block and saw a quick flash of the man wearing just his shorts...or rather not wearing his shorts anymore...the man who had said that he had lost his dog was now standing next to him saying, "That was close...you almost had an eight year old girl to play with!"

His friend's reply was, "I would have preferred the older girl, her tits were just starting to bud out on her chest...mind you...I'd have given her mother one as well!"

I didn't answer Dawn so she asked me why she couldn't look for the puppy again and Sarah stepped up, "Because I was stupid...I should have spotted that man was up to no good, he just wanted to get us on our own in the spiny to do bad things to us...and I'm the oldest, so I should have spotted what he was doing!"

Fortunately I had carrier bags in the boot of my car so I could put Sarah's dirty shoe and sock in one as she sat on her seat sideways with her feet still out on the road.

I drove home, trying to cast what almost happened out of my head, I knew that I really should have notified the police about what happened but I felt that the police reaction would have been to interview my daughters and that interview might have been worse than what actually happened in the end.

My chat with the Parks and Recreation employee had been frank and detailed, the reason the toilet block was in the condition that it was was because they couldn't afford the money needed to clean and inspect it, they definitely didn't have enough money to demolish the building and because the toilet block was inside a car park that needed to be locked at night to prevent gypsies setting up a camp on their land, it couldn't be sold off either, so there the building stood.

The guy even admitted that the toilet block being empty and unused did lead to an increase in antisocial behaviour in the area around the toilet but they still couldn't do anything about it.

My mind was made up, I had to go to the meeting to try and put the case for the toilet to be remaining open and to try to force the issue that if the toilet block had to be closed, then I needed to force it to be demolished the day after they closed it to prevent antisocial behaviour around the park. Our park was very similar to the park we'd just visited but our toilet block was closer to the little spiny at the side of the park, so there was a high possibility that there could be even more antisocial behaviour around our toilet if it was left standing.

I gathered lots of evidence for my case and took it to the meeting in our village hall, the meeting was being run by our County Council, they were the ones that had to pay for the toilet and couldn't afford to pay, they just wanted to close the toilet and leave the building, the lowest cost option for them. I presented my evidence to the meeting and made a good case for my stand. I was actually helped a little because the man running the meeting was actually the man that I'd spoken to on the telephone about the other toilet, a couple of days ago.

I'd also discovered that our park was in a different category to the smaller park that I'd visited during my research, the land that our park stood on wasn't actually owned by the county council, it was land, held in trust, for the recreational use of our town's people and I showed a photograph of the derelict toilet, "Would a judge see this as being for the recreational use of the town's people?"

The threat I'd made was subtle but it forced a side meeting behind closed doors, well, the chairman of the local Parish Council and the Parks and Recreation's representative went out into the car park for a fag and a chat, and when they came back in from their nicotine break, they had come up with a compromise...our local Parish Council would take over running the toilet but only if they could organise volunteers willing to clean the toilet and inspect it every day but if they couldn't, the toilet block would have to be closed but it would just be left to rot back into the earth, it wouldn't be demolished.

Chapter 2 - The Solution    I instantly volunteered to be the first cleaner, I'd meet the council's cleaner the next morning, he would show me the ropes, give me some cleaning supplies and explain what had to be inspected and the kinds of things to expect, a slight water leak wouldn't mean that the toilet had to be closed but the leak would need to be fixed within a week, if the leak was a bad one, then the water had to be turned off until the leak was fixed. If the water supply was turned off or just failed, the toilet had to be closed instantly and remain closed until the water could be turned back on. If there was any kind of blockage to any of the drains or toilets, again, the toilets must be closed until that blockage could be repaired.

I was given the keys to the building, and the cistern room that held all of the water tanks for the various toilets flushing mechanisms...it was also the room that I would store the trolley with all of my cleaning equipment on it when it wasn't in use.

I could forget about the toilet block until nine o'clock that evening when I'd have to pop across, check that the toilets were empty and lock the wrought iron gate across the entrance to both toilets. I'd also have to open the gate in the morning as well, I could do it any time between seven o'clock in the morning and nine o'clock.

On Saturday morning, I left John, Sarah and Dawn in bed and I went over to the toilet block at seven o'clock to unlock it and to clean it for the first time.

When I had watched Mick the cleaner doing his work, he opened the stall door and cleaned everything he could see but he never looked behind the toilet door, after he moved on to mopping out the main room, I took a quick look behind the door, there were spiders webs all over and dirt smudges over the wall that the door blocked from Mick's view. I could understand why Mick was so slapdash, he only had an hour to clean both the men's and women's toilets, the men's toilet had one stall and a long urinal and one hand basin, the ladies had four stalls and two hand basins.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to take the short cuts that Mick took, I'd have to clean all of the toilets, including behind the door, check that all of the toilets flushed properly, turn every tap on, make sure that the water ran as well as all the water running away down the plug hole and mop all the way into the corners of the main room so it was likely to take me longer than an hour.

I started off with the men's toilet, I put the yellow warning sigh in the middle of the doorway to say that the room was being cleaned and that the floor may be slippery...there was an additional sign that I needed to put on the warning sign to show that there was a female attendant in the men's toilet. The funniest thing that I'd heard yesterday was that while it was legal for me to work in a men's toilet while it was open, it was actually illegal for any man to enter an open woman's toilet, Mick had to actually close the ladies toilet yesterday while he cleaned in there.

I started out in the men's stall, I closed the door behind me so that I could brush away all of the spider's webs and then I spotted something that I didn't expect to see...the back of the door was more like a book than a door, it was covered in little stories as well as adverts from men seeking other men, even men seeking access to the wives or daughters of other men which surprised me a lot but not as much as the little vignette:

'Look out for two young girls, Sarah is ten and Dawn is eight, they both wear brown gingham school dresses, they like to flash their knickers when they play on the swings. I saw them both on Great Oakley Park but their school uniform wasn't from Great Oakley but it is the uniform of the primary school opposite this park slo I'm looking out for them around here for a few days to see if this is where they live. Sarah is definitely gagging for it, it took me just a few seconds to get both girls in the bushes. I had my hand down the front of Sarah's dress and had a firm hold of her tiny breast but, unfortunately, I got caught by Sarah's mother before I could send Dawn down to play with Peter Perfect in his den by the toilet block. Even though the girl's mother knew what I was up to and that I'd ripped one of the buttons off of her dress, she still didn't report me to the police, I've been watching the park for two days and no one turned up from the police so she might not be too anti Sarah having a little fun with an adult man, so long as it is done gently!'

I instantly realised that the written story was about me and my daughters, I didn't really agree with his assessment that I would be happy for Sarah to have sex with an adult man, providing it was done gently, I would rather Sarah remained a virgin until after she had finished university but I was a realist, I understood a girl's needs from my own life experience.

I was interested in boys when I was Sarah's age, I'd had sex, any number of men were willing to screw a young girl but sex wasn't love and I had several dozen disappointing boyfriends because of their inexperience or their selfishness and I'd been unhappy with my own love life until I was fourteen and met my first 'Older' boyfriend, John. John wasn't quite thirty years old when we first met but love with him was a world of difference from just sex, so much so that we married and started having kids five years later.

No, I didn't agree, I just wanted it to be Sarah's choice...Sarah should be able to have the kinds of experience that she wanted...and if she wanted to have an older boyfriend, that would be fine but I'd rather that she had a relationship with the guy, not just a 'Wham bam thank you ma'am!' thirty minute fumble with some paedophile predictor like the man who had written the story on the back of the toilet door.

I went to my trolley of cleaning materials, picked out a powerful cleaning spray and one of my cleaning cloths. I gave the door a blast of the cleaning spray and wiped away more than half of the writing on the back of the door, Mike the council cleaner obviously never tried to clean any of the writing off of the door in all the years that he had been cleaning those toilets. I started cleaning the toilet seat and bowl when there was an, "Erm...excuse me...is it okay to use the toilet while you're cleaning it or do I have to go somewhere else?"

"I'm cleaning inside the stall so you can use the urinal if you like...if all you need is a pee, that is!"

I heard his footsteps cross from the outer door to the urinal, I heard the stream fall as I was wiping down all of the hard surfaces and finally, I needed to mop the floor but I hadn't heard the man leave the toilet yet, "Erm, I'm going to have to come out to get my mop and bucket!"

"You're okay...I don't mind!"

I opened the stall door, put my hand spray and cloth down on top of my trolley, I kept telling myself not to look at the man but his gravity was too strong, I couldn't stop myself looking at him as he stood pointing his cock at the porcelain wall, he wasn't actually peeing at that moment, he was just standing there rubbing his cock with his hand, his head turned slightly to the right, I could just see the corner of his right eye, he was watching me in his peripheral vision as he rubbed his cock.

I forced myself to look down at my bucket of cold water with two percent disinfectant in it to kill any potential germs making it slightly milky, I asked myself if my water looked as milky as Mick's did yesterday, I saw a little movement in my peripheral vision, he had turned his hips slightly to the right, my eyes flashed up to him, I could now see his hand rubbing up and down his cock slowly, he was actually looking at me and smiling.

I turned my back on him and pushed my bucket of water over to the stall and started mopping the floor...as I mopped, I thought, 'John would be very excited if he could see me in the toilet with a man masturbating himself.' I drenched the floor inside the stall and then returned to the bucket, I popped the mop into the wringer that was mounted above a smaller, empty bucket to catch the dirty water from my mop. I looked over my shoulder, he was actually standing sideways on to the urinal, his knees were bending and straightening, over and over again as he rubbed his cock.

'If John was here, he would be encouraging me to look openly at the man as he wanked himself off, if I understood John the way I think I did, he would love to watch me stand right next to the man, close enough that his climax would have splashed onto me...I wasn't sure if John would actually like to see me touch the stranger though...' I stepped down on the peddle to close the rollers down on my mop and pulled the mop out, slapping the dry head down onto the soaking wet stall floor to soak up a little of the excess water off of the floor. '...seven years ago, I'd thought John would be the typical jealous husband, he had never shown any signs of being 'Open' before but...'

I'd loaded the mop head with as much dirty water as it could hold again so I had to return to the bucket again, as I put the mop through the wringer again, I heard the man behind me gasp, I looked over my shoulder, he wasn't standing sideways on to the urinal now, he was facing me, square on and his 'Milk of human kindness' was spurting onto the floor behind me.

I returned the dry mop to the stall floor to finish the drying process again as the man walked out of the toilet behind me, he mumbled a 'Thank you' as he walked past me.

I wrung the mop out again and then I looked at the pool of semen on the floor...okay, it wasn't six feet away from where he had been standing, in my imagination, his jiz had hit the floor close to my feet by the stall but it was all centred, just a foot away from the urinal.

I loaded my mop with clean water and I slapped it down straight on top of the man's spunk and spread it all over the toilet floor.

I heard a conversation in the car park outside the toilet, "Anything about Paul?"

"A bit early really Dan...but the new cleaner is in there, she's gorgeous and a lovely pair of melons on her!"

I smiled at hearing that comment and really threw myself into my mopping, the man that had just been talking outside entered the toilet, "Is it okay if I use the toilet while you're working Miss?"

I pointed at the stall, "I've finished cleaning in there, you can use that if you like!"

He stepped carefully from the outer door to the stall door as if the floor was soaking wet, even though I hadn't been close to that part of the floor with my mop yet. He closed the stall door but he didn't move away from the inside of the door, it looked to me like he was standing reading the back of the door but I'd cleaned most of the writing off of the back of the door twenty minutes earlier.

I slopped another mop full of clean water onto the floor and spread it around, "Hey darling...what's your name?"

I looked at the door, the water that I'd just spread over the floor was acting as a reflective covering to the tiled floor and suddenly I could see movement, he was facing the door and rubbing his cock, I smiled when I saw what he was doing and as I smiled, he stepped back a little and opened his trousers wider. I started rubbing at a smudge of dirt on the floor and spotted him step up close to the door again, "My name's Dan...what's yours darling?"

"I'm Vicky!"

I ran my mop through the wringer and made it look like I was concentrating on what I was doing but I was actually looking sideways at the reflective surface on the floor, it looked like his forehead was touching the door but I could still make out the movement of his right arm as he rubbed his cock up close to the back of the stall door. When I turned to face the door again and started the job of drying the floor, I watched him step back again so that I could see the reflection of his cock more clearly.

"Nice to meet you Vicky...are you married Vicky?"

"Yes."

"Long?"

"Ohhh...about fourteen years"

"Really, what country did you get married in? I thought that you had to be at least sixteen years old to marry in the UK and you don't look a day over eighteen!"

I chuckled and looked down my body, I was wearing a 'V-neck' t-shirt and jeans...skinny jeans...skinny with very tight legs, it had taken me ages to force my legs into the jeans but I didn't want to wear a new pair to clean a public toilet, I chose some jeans that were one step away from the rag bag that I'd owned for around ten years.

"So...fourteen years then...one of the danger periods in a marriage!"

I wrung the mop head out again, "What do you mean?"

"Well, they call it the seven year itch...married couples often get a divorce after seven, fourteen or twenty-one years...do you and your husband still enjoy each other regularly?"

I chuckled but then stopped suddenly, I'd already had one flashback to seven years ago this morning.

I had Sarah, three years old and still in nappies, Dawn was a year old...I was totally exhausted from looking after the two of them and had actually stopped looking after myself, letting myself go and realised that I hadn't had sex with my husband since way before Dawn was born. My parents had spotted the strain between me and John, they stepped in and paid for a weekend break for the two of us at a posh hotel, including tickets for a concert on Saturday evening for a pop group that I had followed when I was a teenager but the group were still performing at smaller venues. My mother even took over looking after Sarah and Dawn at our house so the kids had everything that they were used to around them to keep them happy.

I stopped mopping for a moment, leaning on the mop's handle as I zoned out, my mind going back seven years to when I first found out that my husband got turned on watching as other men flirted with me.

Our weekend had started early on Friday morning at ten o'clock but it didn't get off to a very good start really, it was a one hundred mile drive from our village in Northamptonshire to Southend-on-Sea but we were in heavy traffic the whole way, we should have been at the hotel by noon but it was closer to two o'clock before we got there. The hotel was very up-market, it even had a massive swimming pool set in a lawned garden that was very welcoming after four hours in a swelteringly hot car.

"Pity I didn't know that there would be a pool, I would have brought my bathing costume with me."

John said, "I would have brought my trunks too, I'd love a cooling swim around about now."

As we were checking in at the hotel's reception, John spotted that they sold bikinis and trunks at the gift shop, there wasn't any kind of selection, just red material with an embroidered logo from the hotel sewn over the left hip on the trunks and bikini bottoms.

John asked them if they had a bikini in my size, it was a little confusing, they only had two sizes but they were designed to fit a wide range of body sizes and shapes. I got John to buy me the larger of the two sizes...strangely, they had men's trunks in seven different sizes.

As soon as I was in the hotel room, John insisted that I try the bikini on. I tore the bag open and felt the quality of the material, "I can't wear these darling...look...the bikini tops don't have stiffening cups in them and the bikini bottoms don't even have...well, just look at them, there's hardly anything to them, that gusset will disappear inside me as soon as it gets wet."

John said, "Go on, just try them on for me, it would be lovely to get in the pool together on a hot day like this."

I stripped off, once I was naked I smiled at John, this was the first time that I'd been naked in front of my husband for a whole year.

I stepped into the bikini bottoms, pulled them up to my hips but pulled them up a little higher than they were designed to go and the gusset slipped out of sight between my hairy labia. I looked at my reflection, even with the gusset playing peek-a-boo, there was a half an inch of fur coat standing above their waistband.

I shook my head, "I can't wear these darling...just look!"

He grinned at me, "I've got my moustache trimmer in my case, I can sort that little issue out."

So I ended up standing in the shower, holding my bikini bottoms an inch below the start of my hair line and trying to keep the line as straight as possible while John marked a firebreak line in the hair. I stepped out of my bikini knickers and John carefully denuded all of the hair down to the line he'd marked out, then he combed my pussy hair upwards, the hairs were so long that once again, they would have been seen above my bikini bottoms so he used his comb to trim all the rest of my pubic hair down to a uniform height, like a crew-cut for a pussy but he wasn't finished there, he trimmed straight lines down both sides of my pubic mound as well as the stray hairs between my legs. I just stood there enjoying all that intimate contact for the first time in a year.

I was told to put my foot up on the toilet seat and John used his clippers on my labia and once every unwanted hair was down to stubble, he washed my pussy area and plastered every inch with shaving foam before wet shaving me all over, when I showered myself off, all that was left was a triangle of very well behaved hair that was only an inch and a half long on each of its three axis.

I slipped out of the shower dripping wet, grabbed a hold of a towel but didn't start to dry myself, John was out on the balcony looking out towards the sea, we were on the top floor and our hotel wasn't overlooked so our balcony was totally private. I stood in the middle of the bedroom, still dripping water on the tiled floor, I said, "What do you think darling?" As I stood there, legs wide open and arms stretched out on either side of my body.

John smiled at me, "You look fantastic...now come over here and let me see you properly!"

John pulled me out onto the balcony...not quite over to the balustrade but I was definitely feeling 'Exposed', he kissed me, his right hand dropped down between my legs and he started stroking his fingertips over all of the areas that he had wet shaved moments earlier. The kiss lasted just fifteen seconds, just long enough for him to explore my pussy and then push me down onto a sun lounger, he asked, "Do I need a condom?"

I shook my head, "I'm due to start my period on Tuesday or Wednesday next week!" and that's when we had our first fuck in almost eighteen months, out in the open air, on our sun lounger, on our balcony.

I fuck dried in the sun but didn't mind that too much, I'd need the towel to be dry later after our swim, as I'd need to wash the chlorine off of my body.

I put my bikini on, the top definitely should have had a liner in it to shape the cups, it hugged to every contour of each breast, I may as well not have been wearing a top at all but John loved the way that I looked in my new skimpy bikini so that was all that mattered.

John was actually disappointed that I'd put a dress on over my body to cover up while we walked out to the pool but was happy once we reached the garden and I took my dress off to walk the final few hundred yards to the poolside.

We got pool towels from the cabana and picked two sun loungers opposite the five foot mark on the swimming pool and I dived into the water, closely followed by John. I felt my bikini knickers slip and before I could pull my hands back out of the dive position, my bikini bottoms were around my knees. John had chosen to jump in, rather than dive, so he had a grand stand view as I fought to get a grip on my knickers and cover my arse back up.

As soon as I saw the look on John's face, I knew that I'd never get rid of the crappy hotel bikini.

After a few laps of the pool, we lay on the loungers and John sat watching men walking up and down the side of the pool, every man looked down at me as they passed, some only walked a few paces past me, turned and walked back again. I saw several of them grow noticeable erections as they passed.

One man walked all the way to the bar before he turned and came back, while his back was towards us, John said, "Did you recognise that bloke?"

I looked over at him, "No, I don't think so...why?"

John smiled at me, "Did you see the way his cock grew in his trunks when he looked at you?"

I punched John's shoulder playfully, "No, I did not, I wasn't looking there!" Actually I was...and I did see his reaction but I didn't want to admit that to John, I think he knew too judging by the smile that was fixed to his lips.

John leaned over to me and grabbed my knee closest to him and he pulled my leg even closer to him, just as the man turned around and started walking back towards his lounger which was just the other side of John...I felt creep...the slow movement of wet, lightweight, nylon as the gusset slipped slowly into the valley between my labia, just because John had pulled my legs apart slightly.

When the stranger reached my feet, he slowed right down and the lump in his trunks jumped a little more to attention, John said, "Excuse me mate, don't I know your face from somewhere?"

The man stopped, he looked straight between my legs, causing me to feel very uncomfortable so, even though John had 'Posed' me, I closed my legs tightly together...as soon as I had closed the door, the man looked at John for the first time, his trunks were bulging out with his massive erection, he moved to his own lounger and sat down, "I don't think that you recognised me mate, you might recognise my younger brother, I'm Mickey Flynn...my brother is..."

John jumped in with, "Lead guitar player Peter Flynn with the Dream Republic...me and my wife are here for their concert tomorrow night!"

Mickey nodded his head, Peter's on the tour bus with the rest of the band, I have to slum it in dives like this when we're on the road.

Mickey and John were shaking hands, "I'm John Clarke from Finedon in Northamptonshire and this is my wife, Victoria!"

Mickey leaned over John to shake my hand and as he shook my hand he said, "Nice to meet you Vicky!", he shook my hand so vigorously that he shook my upper body as well, causing my tits to wobble about uncontrollably inside my ill-supporting top, causing him to grin at the effect. I looked from Mickey's face to John's, John was seriously in danger of winning the Cheshire cat award twenty twenty-two, the width of the grin that was on his face as he looked at the way my tits were bouncing.

Mickey let go of my hand and leaned back on his own sun bed, he took a swallow from his glass and pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes.

John gestured with his head towards the pool, I walked with him to the pool but this time, I used the ladder to get down into the water as John jumped into the pool. I slipped off of the last rung of the ladder and John was waiting for me, he turned me so that my back was pressing against the ladder, he pressed his nylon covered cock against my nylon covered pussy...he kissed me, then he stabbed his cock against my cunt, "I could fuck you right here...right now!"

"You'll get us evicted if you do...the cabana boy is already watching us very closely!"

John laughed, "No...but...seriously, you saw the size of the bulge in his trunks, how would you like to feel that in..." John stopped, he was looking intently at my face as he was weighing up how to finish his sentence, "...hand!"

John burst out laughing as he swam away from me.

We swam a few more lengths of the pool before returning to our loungers. More and more guests turned up at the hotel as the afternoon wore on, they all seemed to walk past my lounger several times on their way to or from the pool bar, fetching drinks, snacks or towels and every one that walked past, grew a little lump inside their trunks and John grinned at their reaction as each one passed me.

Dinner at the hotel was from six thirty to nine o'clock and I would be ready on the dot of six-thirty because we'd missed lunch due of the heavy traffic on our way down to the hotel.

John was reluctant to leave the pool because of all the attention that I was getting but he also needed food so we left the pool at five o'clock so that we could shower and get ready for dinner.

Well, I say shower and get ready for dinner but John was more interested in fucking me again as soon as we got back to our bedroom. That was the first time we'd had sex twice on the same day since our honeymoon. After our fuck, we both went into the shower together and we washed each other and we'd never done that before.

I laid out my clothes for the evening, I'd chosen a frilly cocktail dress that exposed rather a lot of my décolletage at the top and almost all of my legs at the bottom...okay, I'll admit that the dress wasn't mine, I'd borrowed it from my mother, one of the dresses that she often wore on her holiday cruises on their 'Gala' nights to show off to the Captain of the cruise hip and to get one over on the other women on the ship, so I had to buy a new bra that wouldn't be seen over the neckline of the dress. As the dress was so short, I couldn't wear sexy stockings or normal tights, I had to buy new tights as well, dance tights, the kind that just had one colour from the toe to the waistband. The bra had come with matching knickers but I wasn't sure that I wouldn't end up showing them off to the world if I wore them on the top of my tights as I would with normal tights, so my plan was to put the knickers on first and my new tights on top.

John looked at the dress, "I've seen your mother wearing that dress to a few parties, I'm sure that she doesn't wear a bra under it!"

I shook my head, "No, you're right but there's a big difference between thirty-six 'C' and thirty-eight 'D' cup breasts...I think I could do with the extra support of the demi-cup bra!"

"Would you at least try it on without a bra for me first darling?"

I pulled the dress on over my head and smoothed it down my body, John looked me over and said, "Perfect! Now, what about those matching knickers...I'm sure that your mother doesn't wear knickers under that dress when she wears it either."

I gave John my...'Hands on hips, stern look!'...but the smile on his face melted my resolve, "Okay, I'll wear the dress without knickers but I will have to wear the tights under it!"

I put my tights on and did a quick spin around, John's face took on a concerned look, "Okay, probably be better if you don't spin around but apart from that, you look great. What are you going to do with your hair?"

"I'm not sure...would you prefer me to put it up or leave it down?"

"I love you wearing it up, it shows off your long, slender neck...you always look so elegant and sexy with your hair up but...unfortunately..." he pressed his fingers against the left side of my neck, "...I was a little childish when I fucked you and I've marked your neck!"

I looked at my reflection and pulled my hair away from my neck and I tutted at him, "What will Sarah say if she sees this?"

John laughed, "Sarah wouldn't believe that I did it to you during sex, she'd just assume it's an allergic reaction to an insect bite!"

I laughed at him but thought, 'Twelve hours ago, I wouldn't have believed that you'd give me a love-bite while we fucked either mate!'

"How about I try something avantguard? I could leave the left hand side down and put the right hand side up...what do you think?"

John checked his watch, "We've got plenty of time...got to be worth giving it a try, if you don't like it, you can just unpin it again and leave it down!"

I spent ten minutes combing, spraying and pinning the hair on the right hand side of my head to totally expose the right hand side of my neck and ten seconds brushing the hair on the left straight down so that it all fell over my left shoulder, framing the neckline of my dress on that side.

John held my hands as he looked at me, "Are you sure that you're hungry...looking at you right now, I'd rather skip dinner and take you straight to bed again right now!"

I shook my head, "Food now...play in bed later!"

I gave my face a quick paint job and we went down to the hotel's restaurant.

John told the maitre d' our room number to get a table and have the bill for dinner assigned to our room, he looked down his list and then he gave John a confused look, "Erm...Mr Clarke..." then he looked at me, looked me up and down and he nodded his head in recognition, he smiled, "...and Mrs Clarke...erm, Mr Flynn asked me to assign you to his table as his guests...this way please."

Mickey Flynn was wearing a lightweight linen suit, he was the picture of cool elegance. Throughout the meal, Mickey was flirting with me, no subtlety about it, the only way that he could have been any more obvious is if he had said, "I want to fuck you!" out loud.

Dinner took almost three hours and once we'd eaten, we went through to the bar area where there was a small dance floor tucked away in the corner so for the next two hours, we sat drinking and having an occasional dance, John and Mickey took it in turns to dance with me.

At ten o'clock, Mickey mentioned to John that he had a bottle of 'XO' Brandy in his room and at one hundred and fifty pounds a bottle, John never got the chance of tasting such expensive spirit so he naturally jumped at the chance for a glass of it with Mickey.

Mickey's room was on our floor but at the back of the hotel so it wasn't quite as big as ours and it didn't have a balcony, just a double bed and a two seat sofa and a coffee table. John sat on the left seat of the sofa and Mickey the right hand seat. I could have sat on the bed but for the fact that I wasn't wearing any knickers, just fine mesh tights that hid nothing at all from view, so I sat across John's lap, my shins touching the side of Mickey's leg.

We were listening to some demo tapes that Mickey's brother had made while John and Mickey supped at the expensive brandy...at eleven o'clock, Mickey's hand slipped onto my thigh, he didn't do it surreptitiously, he did it quite openly and as he stroked his hand up and down my thigh, I felt John's excitement growing against my bottom.

The mood of the demo tape changed, the song was about a man who was worried that his young wife would stop loving him now that he was over forty years old and his muscles were turning to water. Mickey laughed, I'm over forty and my muscles haven't started to go flabby. John agreed with Mickey, John was a few years older than Mickey but his muscles were still in good condition.

I'm not sure exactly how it happened but I was suddenly standing in front of the sofa watching both men taking their shirts off to compare their muscles. There was very little visually difference between the two men so it was decided that I would have to actually feel their muscles and be the judge of which of them had the better muscle definition.

I faced John, straddled his legs and started feeling his chest muscles, arm muscles and shoulder muscles...I thought that I was done but Mickey suggested that I should try feeling the muscles on John's back. John was told to lean forward so that I could get my hands in behind his back. As I was stroking my hands over John's back, he kissed me.

When I'd felt almost every single muscle on my husband's upper body, he leaned back in the seat and told me to do the same for Mickey. I leaned over to feel Mickey's chest muscles but John stopped me, "No, sit on his knee to feel him darling!"

I wriggled backwards off of John's lap and straddled Mickey's knee to repeat the process. When Mickey leaned forward so that I could feel his back muscles, he said, "This isn't fair...you got to kiss Vicky when she felt your back muscles John!"

The tip of Mickey's nose was a quarter of an inch away from my nose when John chuckled, "I'm sure that Vicky wouldn't mind it if you kissed her as well Mickey!"

I felt Mickey's hands grip my buttocks and he pulled me further onto his knee before he kissed me and where John's kiss had lasted between ten and fifteen seconds, Mickey's kiss was several minutes long, I was okay with the kiss, John had told Mickey that it was okay for him to kiss me. What I wasn't so happy about was when Mickey's left hand started rubbing over the outside of my right thigh, all the way from my knee to my buttock under the bottom hem of my dress but that was just a distraction for John to look at, I opened my eyes and looked sideways to John, his head was leaning forward, watching the bulge of Mickey's hand under my dress as he palpated my right buttock while his right hand was easing my left breast out of the neck of my dress, hidden behind my long hair.

I pushed against Mickey's chest, breaking our kiss and I deftly popped my tit back under cover. I wriggled off of Mickey's knee and stood in front of them, Mickey made a big thing about pointing out the erection that I'd just given him, "These trousers are too tight to accommodate one of these John...you know what I mean?"

Mickey dragged himself out of his seat and went over to the bathroom so I jumped in quickly with, "John...I am sure that Mickey's in the bathroom right now taking his trousers off, he's desperate to fuck me..." John grinned and nodded his head in agreement, "...but what might seem like an exciting idea now, while you're drunk, might not seem the right thing in the sober light of tomorrow and by then, the act cannot be undone!"

John lost his silly grin, he looked instantly sober...well, a little less drunk than he did before, "You're right darling, we'd better go back to our own room!"

John knocked on the bathroom door, "Mickey, we have to go home, I'm falling asleep out here!"

The door was snatched open, Mickey was just pulling his arms into his dressing gown but apart from that, he was totally naked and his cock was ramrod hard. His cock was massive, not long, it was about the same length as John's cock but it was over twice as thick as John's.

As Mickey pulled his dressing gown closed, he said, "You don't really have to go yet do you guys?"

"We've got the concert tomorrow mate, if I don't get a good night's sleep tonight, I'll fall asleep half way through it!"

"Well, it's a pity, I was just getting comfortable..." Mickey shook John's hand with his right hand and then he looped his left hand behind my neck and pulled my body into his, because both of his hands were now busy, his dressing gown opened again as he pressed his abdomen against mine, "...well, thanks for keeping me company this evening guys!" and as he said that, I felt the head of his cock pressing up into the gusset of my tights, just a single micron thickness of nylon blocking the path of his cockhead as he tried to get in me as his lips covered mine again but this time, I pushed him away from me after just two seconds.

It was less than a dozen paces between Mickey's room and ours, we were soon safely behind our own door. I was pushed on the bed and John pulled the front of my dress up, "Did Mickey get his cock here?", John said as his fingertips brushed over my cunt, feeling my wetness through the mesh as well as the slime that Mickey's cockhead had left behind on the outside of my tights.

"You know...I really would have loved to see Mickey Flynn's massive cock in you darling."

I just grinned ay him and thought, 'I would have loved to feel it in me too mate but you might not be so gung-ho in the morning when you're sober.'

John pulled my tights off and started licking my pussy for the first time ever, "What are you doing John?"

He laughed, "I'm hoping that if I give you enough pleasure with my mouth now...you'll offer to reciprocate at some point in the future!"

I thought, 'At least he's honest!'

John's wouldn't be the first cock that I'd sucked, I often did it to boys before I met John and over the years...well, John had never asked me to suck his cock and I'd never volunteered to do it for him and we had studiously avoided talking about our sexual partners from before we met.

John gave me a nice little orgasm with his tongue, he was more than a little clumsy and didn't really understand the best way to perform oral sex on a woman but he stuck at it until I got off and as I came down from my orgasm I said, "Would you like me to do that to you now darling?"

He grinned and nodded his head like a school boy being offered a free choice in a sweetie shop.

I wrapped both hands around John's cock and was just about to take him in my mouth when a disembodied voice said..."You look deep in thought Vicky...but if it takes this long to remember the last time you and your husband had sex...it was much too long ago!"

I looked at my hands, I was gripping the handle of my mop in both hands and I was about to suck it but I stopped myself and rubbed my chin against the rounded end of the handle, 'You look' resounded in my head, was that a slip of Dan's tongue or could he actually see me, perhaps in the reflection of the water on the floor, like I could almost see him.

"I was just thinking back...I think you could be right...me and my husband had quite a sticky patch around our seventh anniversary but we kind of worked things out...I'd better be careful for the next few weeks not to piss my old man off!"

We both laughed at my answer. I finished drying the toilet floor as much as the mop would allow me to and I pushed my cleaning cart through into the ladies, there was only one thing left to do in the men's toilet to finish cleaning it, there was a watering can in the cistern room, I needed to put a gallon of double strength cleaning liquid in it and trickle it along the urinal wall, starting at the drain end, cover the whole urinal wall to the opposite end and whatever was left had to be dumped into the trough at the bottom of the wall.

I opened the cistern room's door but didn't switch the light on as I'd left the door wide open but while I was filling the watering can, a sudden gust of wind closed the door. Fortunately there were a few spots of light coming from the toilets on both sides, four from the ladies side where the flush handles came through the wall to the water tanks...I was only expecting one spot of light from the men's toilet bit there was a second one...much higher up the wall.

I was curious so I looked through the hole, Dan was rubbing his cock with his left hand while he wrote something in black, felt tip, pen on the back of the door. I was too far away to actually read what he was writing but I'd be able to look at the back of the door another time.

Dan finished writing his missive on the back of the door and then he turned his back to the door and popped the pen in the breast pocket of his shirt and took over masturbating himself with his right hand, shooting his load into the toilet, if the wall hadn't been between us, his spunk would have hit my feet.

I left the hole in the wall as Dan was drying his cock on a Kleenex tissue, I carried the watering can through to the men's toilet. I walked back into the men's toilet, just as Dan opened the stall door, he smiled at me and said, "I think I know you Vicky...well, I'm sure that I've seen you around before."

"I volunteer a lot around town, most people know me in this area."

"No...I'm not from around here, I think I saw you recently over in Great Oakley...last week or the week before!"

"Possibly, I was looking at their closed down toilet block and the mess that the vandals have made of things since they closed it down. That's why I'm fighting to keep this toilet open!"

I gave the back wall of the urinal a good coating of the thick disinfectant mixture and then drenched the gully with what was left of the mixture I was just draining the watering can when I heard Dan's car staring up and leaving the toilet's car park. I checked my wristwatch. It had taken me over forty-five minutes to clean the men's toilet so it could take the same again to clean the ladies.

I dropped the watering can back in the cistern room, it wouldn't be needed again in the ladies toilet and they didn't have anything as disgusting as a urinal or a gully. I collected my spray cleaner and cloth from my trolley and returned to see what Dan had just written on the back of the toilet door. It was the message about Sarah and Dawn but this time the message was, 'I'm sure that Sarah and Dawn live in Finedon somewhere!'

I was a little angry and gave the message a massive spray of cleaning solution and wiped every spot of the new message off of the back of the door. I stepped out of the stall, pushed the door wide open and then I spotted a trail of black liquid on the outside of the door. I wiped that away and then I stepped back into the stall, closed the door and looked in the area that the black trickle had started on the other side of the door, there was a tiny hole in the door, little more than a pinprick really but it did give a good coverage area out into the main toilet...so, Dan was watching me as I cleaned the toilet and had my daydream seven years in my past.

I picked up my warning sign as I left the men's side of the toilet block and placed it in the doorway into the ladies side. I took a deep, steadying, breath as I was about to start and I noticed something...when the council cleaner had cleaned the ladies toilet yesterday, he started by sanitising the toilet seats, then he stood the seats against the back wall for the excess spray to drain away while he bleached bombed the toilet bowl, scrubbed the inside of the toilet bowl with a toilet brush and then mopped the floor but he had left each of the toilet seats up and now, twenty-four hours later, all four seats were still up against the wall, no one had actually stepped a foot into the ladies toilet all day.

I stepped into the first stall with my soft brush, I closed the door and brushed the wall that had never been cleaned in years, there was just one message written on the back of the door, a mobile phone number and an invitation to any woman of any age who was looking for sex with a fifty year old man to call the number, day or night!

I decided not to be too diligent in my cleaning of the ladies toilet, I erased all of the messages on the backs of the doors and brushed away all of the cobwebs, I tested every water tap and their associated drains, I flushed every toilet and made sure that the flushed water ran away correctly and that was it, it only took me fifteen minutes from start to finish in the ladies toilet.

I put everything away and made sure that the cistern room was safely locked up and then I left the building. As I crossed the car park, a man drove in and parked by the toilet's entrance. When I got home, John, Sarah and Dawn were all still sleeping so I made myself a cup of coffee and stood in the living room watching the ebb and flow of men going into the toilet. I wondered just how many of those men were actually gay or bisexual and looking for fun and how many were just suffering from the seven year itch.

My 'Seven year itch' thought suddenly reminded me about my own seven year itch and I dug into my bureau for my twenty-fifteen diary. I had shorthand tricks to help me remember things but that wouldn't embarrass me if anyone like my parents or my kids found my diaries. I put a ⊗ if I had sex with my husband...hell, I'd been using the same symbol since I was ten or eleven years old, way before I met John.

I started flicking through my diary from Thursday the first of January twenty-fifteen to Thursday the twenty-third of July and there wasn't a single ⊗ on any day and I guessed that I could go to July twenty-fourteen and still not see a ⊗. Everything changed on the twenty-fourth of July though, there was a comment in the lunchtime slot, 'John mowed the lawn' followed by a ⊗, another ⊗ on the same line and more later in the day. In total, there were five ⊗ and an 'O2' in a circle...five fucks and a separate oral sex session both ways.

I started to count the number of fucks we had between July the twenty-fourth and the thirty-first of December but I got bored at three hundred and twenty, that would have been an average of two fucks a day for the one hundred and sixty days...there was hardly a single day without at least one fuck code on it, even if it was only an 'O' when I didn't feel like a full fuck but was happy to suck John off to keep him happy or John just fancied a quick blow-job rather than a long drawn-out fuck. I'd also noticed at least one 'John mowed the lawn' during each month.

I took my twenty-sixteen diary out, I counted over two hundred ⊗'s and ten 'O's and there were nine 'John mowed the lawn' during the year.

The twenty-seventeen diary only had one hundred ⊗'s and ten 'O's and five 'John mowed the lawn'.

Twenty-nineteen saw sixty ⊗'s and fifteen 'O's with three 'John mowed the lawn'...our sex life was definitely slowing down over the intervening years. I opened my current diary, between the first of January and this week, there were only five ⊗'s and two 'O's and no 'John mowed the lawn's at all.

I was dressed in very old jeans and an old 't-shirt' to clean the toilets but I wouldn't wear them usually, especially in the heat of summer, I really needed to change into a loose fitting dress and probably get out of my bra as well so that I had a little more freedom and comfort.

I went up to my bedroom, It was eleven o'clock in the morning now, Dawn and Sarah were both still in bed, sleeping. John was also still sleeping, which I thought was unusual as we were both in bed and sleeping at ten o'clock the night before, I was wide awake at seven o'clock and four hours later, John was still sleeping. I stripped off, not just my jeans and 't-shirt' but my bra and knickers as well. Once I was totally naked, I opened the curtains and looked over at the park and its toilet block, there were four boys playing with a ball and men were buzzing around, there seemed to be a regular trail from the toilet block and out into the spiny.

John's head lifted off of the pillow, "Morning darling...what time is it?"

"It's eleven o'clock."

"Do you want a hand with cleaning the toilet?"

"I've already finished cleaning it...I have to open it before nine o'clock anyway!"

John chuckled, "I'll bet it caused a few looks, going over to the toilet dressed like that darling!"

I put my hands on my hips and scowled at him, "I wasn't dressed like this, I was wearing my old jeans and 't-shirt'...I got so hot that I've stripped off so that I can have a shower to cool myself down!" As I said I got too hot, I raked my fingers through my long pussy hair.

John gave me a lecherous grin and he said, "I'll bet wearing that fur coat isn't helping much in this heat either...if I can't help you clean the toilet block, perhaps I can help you to cool down a little."

"That would be nice of you darling."

John stopped at the bedroom door, "Where are Dawn and Sarah?"

"Still in bed sleeping!"

I saw John toss a mental coin in his head, I guessed that it would be, 'Heads, cover up or tails, not to cover up?'...the coin toss must have come down tails because he ran for the bathroom totally naked.

While John was gone, I looked back at the park...okay, if anyone on the park had looked in my direction, they would have seen my naked breasts at the very least but I generally found that people on the park seldom looked in the direction of the houses, they were more interested in what was happening on the park around them.

I spotted something out of the ordinary, there was an area of the spiny that the kids called 'Old Ben's Den' that encircled an old oak tree but the council had been forced to take the old oak tree down for safety reasons after it caught a fungal problem that threatened the branches could fall off of the tree without warning and now that the oak tree was gone, I found that I could actually see down into 'Old Ben's Den' from my bedroom window.

John returned to the bedroom with towels, a bowl of warm water, soap, shaving foam and a disposable razor, struggling to carry everything in one trip to save having to make the naked bathroom run twice. I found his moustache trimmer in his bedside drawer and lay on the towel on top of our bed.

"How small a triangle shall I leave?"

"With how hot it is today, it might be better if you take it all off this time."

John grew an instant erection just because I told him to shave it all off. And his tail was wagging all the time that he was trimming back the hair with his clippers...I was in no doubt that as soon as John finished shaving me, he would climb onboard and give me my first fuck for more than a month.

John washed my fanny area and then put shaving foam all over, he was just cutting back all the stubble when the bedroom door burst open, Sarah skidded to a stop, her eyes flicking between her father's erection and my soap covered fanny, as she said, "Mum, what can me and Dawn have for breakfast?"

That was Sarah code for, 'Mum, what are you going to do us for our breakfast?'

"It'll be lunchtime in forty minutes darling, why don't you get yourself and Dawn a little slice of cake and a glass of milk for now!"

As Sarah backed out of the bedroom slowly, she was staring at John's erection as it wagged up and down and she had a very broad grin on her face watching it bouncing around.

"Shit, I should have put my underpants on before I went to the bathroom!"

"Don't worry about Sarah darling, I'm sure that yours isn't the first erection that she's seen...it definitely won't have upset her."

John looked a little shocked, "Why do you think that?"

"I just remember what I was getting up to when I was her age and I think that she does most things at least a year earlier than I did them back then."

I heard Dawn and Sarah talking as they went down to the kitchen. John finally finished cleaning every hair and all of the stubble off of my pussy area and then he said, "Pity that the girls are up now...I was looking forward to a little fun!"

Sarah was almost on cue, she could have been listening at the door because at that very moment, Sarah called up the stairs to us, "Mum, can me and Dawn go over to the park to play on the swings please?"

I looked at John's face, his pained expression had changed back into a lecherous grin again, he mouthed, "Please!" because he knew that I didn't like the girls going over the park unsupervised at the weekend.

I pondered my options, "Okay, you can play on the swings but I can see you from here so you have to stay on the swings...okay?"

I got an "okay" back from Sarah and as soon as the back door closed, John jumped on top of me and his cock was in my cunt and he was fucking me. I got to my own orgasm and then I asked if John wanted to try fucking me doggy style so that I could be on my hands and knees and would be able to see Sarah and Dawn on the swings, just to satisfy myself that they were on the swings like I told them to be.

John didn't mind which way he was fucking me, it was all the same to him but he did ask me if he could finish off in my mouth so I nodded my head.

I watched a middle-aged man standing at the gate into the play area, he was obviously talking to Sarah and Dawn...no...I only knew that he was talking to Dawn and Sarah because, while he was careful to disguise the fact that he was talking to them, Sarah and Dawn weren't so careful when they were replying to him.

After a few minutes, I saw the man was looking towards the spiny and saying something over his shoulder but Sarah was shaking her head. After a few minutes, I saw the man walk away from the play area towards the spiny and the area just in front of 'Old Ben's Den', he looked back towards Sarah and Dawn and then backed into the bushes.

Again, I was in a good position being higher up than the people on the park and I spotted the man had stopped just out of the sight of most of the park users but Sarah and Dawn were straight opposite him and just from their body language, I could see that they were watching him as he rubbed his cock out in the open. John suddenly stopped fucking me, "Can you see that man...do you think that Dawn and Sarah can see him?"

"Like I said, your cock wouldn't be the first that Sarah would have seen but looking at Dawn's face, this isn't her first erect cock either."

"Should we go down there and put a stop to his monkey business?"

"Well, at least let me suck your cock first, you can keep an eye on things while I'm getting you off."

I positioned myself with my back to the bedroom window and John stood in front of me looking out over the park, he started to give me a bit of a running commentary on what he could see going on around Sarah and Dawn.

"Looks like the girls are in competition with each other as usual, Dawn trying to swing higher than Sarah but, as usual, Sarah is swinging higher..."

I started using my hands as well as my mouth to get John off a little faster.

"...it actually looks like both of them are also in competition with each other to flash their knickers to the guy wanking in the bushes from here!"

John started to gasp towards his climax and I wondered if my daughters were actually flashing their knickers at the man because I hadn't been in the kitchen when the girls dashed out so I hadn't been given the chance to check that both girls were actually wearing knickers under their dresses, Dawn almost always tried to escape the house without and Sarah only willingly wore them about fifty percent of the time.

"Oh! I think things are going to be okay, Colin Black has spotted what's going on and he's going to warn Sarah and Dawn...I think!"

I wasn't so sure about Colin Black...for a start off, he had never flirted with me...not even seven years ago when John first started to show me off to all of his friends, Colin always seemed to be totally disinterested in me but he always seemed to have a sweet for the girls and at parties, he was one of the few men who would dance with the younger girls, usually only the girl's own father would do that.

"Ohhhh! I'm not so sure now, Colin is talking to Sarah and Dawn and he is pointing over to the spiny and Sarah is shaking her head and pointing over at our bedroom window...you know..." John exploded in my mouth...without giving off his usual warning signs, "...I think Colin might be encouraging the girls to go over to 'Old Ben's Den'!"

I wiped my lips clean and ran into the shower, gave myself a quick rinse down and pulled a summer dress on without drying myself first. John was already in slacks and a polo shirt and we both headed over to the park.

As we walked across the park, Sarah spotted me and her father and she waved at us causing Dawn and Colin to look in our direction as well. As we walked past the front of the toilet block, John said, "Did you leave the toilet locked this morning while you cleaned it?"

I shook my head, "No, I opened it and just put the warning signs out...you know, slippery floor as well as female cleaner in the men's toilet!"

"Did anyone walk in on you while you were working in there?"

"A young guy asked me if it was okay to use the toilet while I was in there, I told him that it was okay, I was going to clean inside the stall first and I'd close the door while I was in there."

John had his most ridiculous school boy grin covering his face, "I think that if I'd walked in and found a sexy women cleaning in there, I'd have wanked myself silly!"

"It sounded like he did but I didn't see him because I was in the stall with the door closed!"

"Spoilsport!"

Sarah and Dawn had stopped swinging while they chatted with Colin Black. When I reached my daughters, Dawn said excitedly, "Mummy, did you know that there was a mummy and daddy duck on the deep drain on the other side of the spiny and they've had seven little babies!"

"It's the wrong time of the year for ducklings darling, they're usually hatched out in the spring...are you sure that there are baby ducks over there?"

"Well, Col...erm...someone said that they were there yesterday."

So, Colin Black had told her that there were new hatchlings on the drainage ditch so that she would want to go through the spiny to see for herself.

"Can we go and see anyway please mummy?"

I looked at Sarah, "Do you want to see the ducklings as well Sarah?"

Sarah shrugged her shoulders, "Suppose so!"

"Well...okay then, you and Dawn can run over there, me and your father will follow you in a few minutes after I've checked something out in the toilet block...just be careful and don't get too close to the drainage ditch!"

As Dawn ran past me, I slapped her bottom playfully, she wasn't wearing knickers under her dress, Sarah dodged my attempt to check her bum was covered with knickers so I wasn't sure if she had bothered to wear knickers today or not.

Sarah and Dawn headed for a small, low, opening into 'Old Ben's Den', I caught Sarah's voice on the wind, as they ran for the spiny...Sarah said, "You better go to Bill, he prefers younger girls and Colin likes me best anyway."

I had been lying to my daughters about going to the toilet block, I was planning on trying to spot what my daughters were up to with two older men. John and I would have to find a different path through the spiny to the drainage ditch between the field and spiny but I chose the entrance closest to the point that Sarah and Dawn had just run through at high speed...so fast that I almost missed Sarah slipping the left shoulder strap of her dress down her left arm as she passed through the green wall.

I was trying to find a sightline through to the den...mind you, Sarah and Dawn should have been by the drainage ditch already, the speed that they were running when they left me and John in the play area.

I spotted Sarah first, she was standing close to Colin Black and even though I couldn't see for sure, the movement of her shoulder looked like she was masturbating Colin as he kissed her on her lips. I did however spot that she was totally naked as she stood in front of Colin.

I had to look a little harder to spot Dawn and the first man I'd seen talking to my daughters earlier, Dawn wasn't actually kissing the man, she was holding her dress up above her waist with one hand as she pumped her other hand up and down the man's cock. It looked like a mechanical process to me, and every time the man went to touch her between her legs, Dawn pulled away from him and I heard a faint, "You said just a look, not a touch!"

Bill chuckled, "Dawn...you have to expect a man to tell a girl a few little fibs to get what he wants from her...Dan will tell you much bigger lies to get his cock in you when you see him next time!"

I'd have to say that Bill and Colin hadn't had enough time to talk Sarah and Dawn into doing anything to, or for them, so what was happening had to be at the girl's instigation or they would have still been in the negotiation stage by the time that I first saw them.

The man tried to point his cock's eye at Dawn's pussy just as he exploded but she had lightening fast reactions and jumped back out of the way so the jets of spunk fell harmlessly by her feet.

Sarah suddenly appeared at Dawn's side pulling her dress over her head, she patted her sister's shoulder, "Come on Dawn, we've spent too long in here as it is!"

Dawn and Sarah must have beaten us to the side of the drainage ditch by a fraction of a second, both girls were holding their right hand's awkwardly, obviously because they had fresh jiz in the palms of their hands as well as over their fingers but had no facility to wipe them clean.

I didn't say anything, John had missed our daughter's antics with Bill...a stranger to me and John but obviously not a stranger to Sarah and Dawn, and Colin, a man that we all knew quite well. I just popped my hand in my shoulder bag, I said, "I saw you lifting a branch when you went into the spiny, you'd better wipe your hands clean!" and gave each girl a Kleenex tissue to wipe their hands on.

We found the ducks, the ducklings weren't new hatchlings though, they were almost fully grown, they were at least five months old.

I looked at Dawn's face, "Disappointed that there aren't any new hatchlings darling?"

Dawn shook her head, "No not really, I think my friend must have been lying to me!"

We walked back to the park through the spiny and bumped into one of John's friends, John stopped to chat with his friend while I walked with the girls, I had deliberately taken a different path out into the park to the one I'd used to go to the drainage ditch, just so that Sarah didn't see how easily I could have seen her with Colin earlier.

Dawn was a little ahead of us when I said, "So Sarah...who is your current boyfriend darling?"

Sarah gasped...boyfriends had never been mentioned before, after all, Sarah was only ten years old, far too young to have a boyfriend yet but then, I had been going out with boys since I was ten years old, or even younger.

We re-entered the park at that point and one of the boys kicking a ball around together kicked his ball straight at Dawn, there was a shouted warning and then Dawn was asked to kick the ball back to the boys.

Dawn gave the ball a gentle tap, the ball hardly rolled away from her, Sarah ran to her sister and she kicked the ball a lot harder, her kick was worthy of one of the boys and they were all a couple of years older than Sarah as well.

When Sarah got back to me, I said, "So Sarah, who is your boyfriend?"

"I don't have ONE boyfriend...I like lots of different boys..."

"That's a pity, I was going to suggest that you could hang out with your boyfriend while Dawn helps me cook lunch!"

Sarah jumped in quickly with "I really like Tom and Robin...but I like lots of other boys as well, lots of different boys and some men too I guess!"

"I don't think I know Tom or Robin!"

Sarah gestured with her head, "Tom is the tall boy in the Liverpool shirt and Robin is the boy in the Newcastle shirt."

"Like I know what shirts belong to what teams!"

"Liverpool is red and Newcastle is black and white stripes."

"So, you'd like to hang out on the park a little longer then?"

Sarah's face blushed a little as she nodded her head, "Erm mum...Dawn likes Robin as well, if she has to go in and help you cook lunch while I'm out here hanging with the boys, she'll be mad!"

"You think that I should let Dawn hang out with the boys as well? But she's very young...not so grown up as you!"

Sarah's face reddened a little more, "She is two years younger than me but she is almost..."

Sarah suddenly went quiet.

"She's almost what Sarah?"

Sarah shrugged her shoulders, "Almost as...erm...popular as me, she's had almost as many boyfriends as I have."

John's arm suddenly wrapped around my waist at that moment, John kissed my cheek, "Remember Gavin?"

I looked over my shoulder at his friend, I recognised Gavin's face, I patted Sarah's bottom, "We'll call you when lunch is ready, keep out of trouble!"

Sarah went to run towards Dawn but she stopped, "Do we have to stop by the swings?"

"No...but don't go far away, you need to be able to hear us when we call you!"

Sarah turned tail and ran towards Dawn, John gave me a hopeful look, he raised his eyebrows, "Well, do you remember him...Gavin I mean?"

Triggers were firing in my head, Dan had opened drawers in my internal filing system earlier, making me think of things from seven years ago...things had started out with our evening with Mickey Flynn when I'd called things off because John was drunk and might have regretted going too far in the morning, after that, about once a fortnight, John would try to get me to do things with his friends as well as with total strangers, I'd always allow things to go so far but always called them off just short of the final act...no, not once a fortnight...it was a fortnight's gap between Mickey Flynn and John's next attempt, that time, I was encouraged to open my blouse and walk alongside the river. No one saw me but John was turned on and we fucked alfresco on the bank of the river.

The next time was three weeks after the river walk, John talked me into taking my bra off and wearing a very sheer blouse to a pub in the local town, he paraded me up and down in front of dozens of strangers, he encouraged me to pick out a man that I fancied and talk to him while John looked on from the other side of the room. I did talk to the man for a few minutes, he made a grab for my tits and I slapped his face before storming off. John was so turned on that he fucked me on the back seat of our car right there in the car park.

It was a month after the pub trip when John arranged for his parents to babysit for us again and I went to a cinema with him, it was an adult film showing in a small cinema in the city. John had asked me to dress very much the way that I was dressed at that very moment, just a thin summer dress and nothing under it. John exposed me in the auditorium of the cinema, I was happy until men started moving in on us while John masturbated me in my seat and once again, I called a halt to the evening's fun.

There was a two month gap until the next try on John's part, his parents had the girls overnight, John had been invited to his boss's house for a pool party, well, John and I had been invited. Malcolm was very rich, he had a massive house out in the country with a swimming pool. All of the guests had dressed in swimming costumes, bikinis or swimming trunks. Malcolm's wife talked all of us women to go topless before we ate the buffet and the drinks started flowing fast and freely. John was overdoing the alcohol again as usual at a party but I was sober, even though I was being encouraged by Malcolm's wife to drink...I told her that I was driving home, she said, "You don't have to go home, John told me that your girls are sleeping over at his parent's house tonight!"

That was where I remembered Gavin from, I'd spotted two women guests had lost their bikini bottoms and Malcolm's wife was flitting around the garden talking more women into joining the first two in stripping off totally as Gavin was moving in on me, there was a little kissing and he was playing with my breasts, Malcolm's wife came up behind me and tried to pull my bikini bottoms down and I ran for the hills again, dragging John behind me.

John said, "Vicky!"

I looked over at him, "I wouldn't have remembered his name but I think I met him at Malcolm's pool party about five or six years ago. I think that Malcolm's wife was trying to get me to let Gavin screw me at ten o'clock when things started to get...well...out of hand!"

John laughed, "I think that Evelyn was using Gavin to get your motor running because Malcolm had his heart set on screwing you that night, he loved your massive tits when you took your bikini top off!"

I looked over my shoulder at Gavin, he had that look on his face, the look of a naughty school boy who had just been caught doing something wrong. "You think that Gavin was just trying to get me turned on for Malcolm?"

"Oh no...I think that Gavin was planning on fucking you but I think that Malcolm would have joined in and taken you over from Gavin half way through!"

A massive shiver ran through my body...almost an orgasm...

It had been one hell of a day, sex had been around the corner from the outset when I cleaned the toilet out while two men masturbated in the room, then John shaved me and I saw an elderly man masturbating himself while my husband fucked me and then I'd seen Dawn and Sarah wanking two men off in the woods as well as all of my memories from the past of close sexual encounters.

I looked at Gavin a little closer, he looked fit...incredibly fit, he was wearing a very tight t-shirt that showed off every muscle of his chest and abdomen.

"Is Gavin one of your friends from the football team?"

John shook his head, "No, Gavin is Evelyn's brother, he was in the Royal Marines up until a few weeks ago, that's why he hasn't been around very often...the thing is, now that you've told the girls that they can stop out on the park for a while, I was wondering if I could invite Gavin to our house for a little fun..." John raised his eyebrows twice suggestively, "...but only if you will actually go through with it this time!"

I took a third look at Gavin, a longer look this time, his naughty boy look had changed to a hopeful one, the thought jumped into my head, 'At least John's sober this time, he can't blame being drunk later if he gets cold feet after the event!'

"Are you sure that you want me to have sex with Gavin?"

"Totally sure, but not just for you to have sex with him, I want to watch you two doing it!"

That shiver ran through my body again...if I did go through with it, it would definitely be a massive jump in my sexual experience level, I looked at John's face closely, if there was any doubt in my mind that I could go through with it, I would have to say no, right up front, not let John invite Gavin to our house and then chicken out again.

John's mood had changed, his face had hardened a little, I liked having regular sex with John and the more that I let him play his sex games, the more sex we had together and the less I went along with things, the less sex we had. I took a deep breath and nodded my head...I bit the inside of my cheek the instant I indicated that I was willing, I wanted to stop John jogging back to Gavin and tell him that I'd changed my mind but the look of sheer joy on his face at the prospect of seeing me take the next step with one of his friends...sorry, rather, a man he knew, rather than a friend...so I didn't stop him. I looked around the park, I saw Sarah walking towards Old Ben's Den with Tom, Tom's arm draped over her shoulder, Dawn and Robin were actually ahead of them, Dawn had her arm across Robin's lower back as they walked along.

The conversation between John and Gavin was swift, both men had massive grins on their faces as they walked towards me, slapping each other on the backs in a congratulatory way.

I just stood there waiting while John and Gavin caught me up, I saw Dawn and Robin kissing at the entrance to Old Ben's Den, Sarah looked in my direction and pushed her sister out of sight inside the bush, Sarah looked over at me, she saw her father walk on my right hand side and Gavin walking to my left hand side, her head tilted sideways and then it looked like she had just received divine inspiration and she smiled at me as the two men caught a hold of me and turned me towards our house.

Chapter 3 - My Sexual awakening    I was ten years old, back then we lived on a terraced street, it wasn't a very nice part of town, we lived at number seven and there was an alleyway between us and number five. Sex workers often brought men down the alleyway and depending on what they were doing, they would service their customer in the first section of the ally, at the side of our living room or back parlour for a simple hand job or further along, at the end of our yard, the alleyway turned to the left and right so that people could get into the back gardens of number one and three to the right or numbers nine and eleven to the left. Because our garden wall was so high, once they had taken the turning in either direction, they would give men oral sex or what was colloquially known as a 'Knee Trembler!'

My mother sent out early every morning to collect empty sausage skins from the back of our garden, well, that's what she called them if I ever saw one.

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I was sick in the night on Wednesday so I couldn't go to school on Thursday, I slept through Thursday and most of Friday, I was woken at regular intervals to make me eat a little soup or drink some water, take some foul tasting jollop, that kind of thing, my mother acting as my nurse.

My bedroom was at the very back of the house above the kitchen, I could see down into the second part of the alleyway, from the tunnel at the side of the two houses past their living rooms and back parlours to the turn to the left and right for the other four houses. It was high summer and very hot outside so the window at the side of my bed was wide open and from my bed, I could see the new owners of number one were painting the back gate and its frame during the afternoon.

The couple from number one were sitting in their back garden with their back gate propped wide open, having a drink and a picnic while the paint on the gate and frame dried to prevent damage from wet paint to wet paint contact around the edge. I was starting to feel a little better, I was kneeling on my bed, my elbows resting on the windowsill, looking out over the alley and the three gardens to the right. My mother had brought me some toast and soup for my dinner at six o'clock and told me to go back to sleep but I'd been sleeping for almost thirty six hours so now, at nine o'clock, and I was feeling a little brighter, I just couldn't fall asleep again.

I watched a woman walking out of the first section of the alley, I recognised her from the end of our road, she used to walk up and down the main road, I think that she lived above one of the shops or something but she walked up and down most days from the middle of the afternoon until well after dark. There was a man close on her heels, following her. I watched her reach the end of the second part of the ally, the point that you turned to the right or left, she looked around the corner and spotted the open gate at number one, she stopped and then stepped back towards the man following her, she whispered, "We'll have to do it here!"

The man looked over his shoulder, down the first section of the alley to the street beyond, "It's a little too public here, isn't it?"

"Your choice, thirty quid for a blow-job in my room or twenty quid right here!"

The man shrugged his shoulders as he handed over twenty pounds, the woman pocketed the money and then she squatted down in front of the man and opened his trousers, neither of them even looked up at my bedroom window or the bedroom window opposite mine in number five.

The man's cock wasn't the first cock that I'd seen in my life, that happened two weeks before when I was at my Aunty Elizabeth's house with my mother, my Cousin Peter who was fourteen years old at the time and had just been told to take his bath as we turned up. Peter undressed in the living room in front of his mother and as he walked through the kitchen to their bathroom at the back of the kitchen when my mother opened the outside door to the kitchen, Peter gave my mother a shocked look and before he could cover his cock, it had doubled in size and stopped looking at his feet and was looking my mother straight in the eye.

So, okay, it was just a quick flash of Peter's cock but it got me interested, especially watching how fast he transitioned from having almost nothing hanging down between his legs to him growing a boner in almost a heartbeat and now that I could see what an Adult man's cock looked like, I was even more interested and then the woman took the man's massive cock in her mouth and started to suck him. Of course on that first time, I didn't realise that she was sucking his cock, all I knew was that the man's cock was in her mouth and she was moving her head back and forth.

I'd seen how fast a cock could grow from my encounter with my cousin and now I watched how fast a man could climax, again, I didn't know what he was doing, to me, kneeling on my bed up in my bedroom and looking down, he was holding the woman's head in both hands and as her head moved in towards his abdomen, he thrust this hips forward to meet her, after a minute, he started bending his knees and then standing on the tips of his toes, another minute and his head tilted back, his mouth wide open and he was gasping for air. There was a groan followed by a swear word from him and the woman stood up, wiping her lips on the back of her hand, a massive grin on her face because she knew that she had just earned twenty pounds for under five minutes of work, and it didn't even look to me like hard work, she way she smiled and giggled after the act, it looked like she's had a lot of fun doing it.

I heard, "Is anybody there?", I lifted my eyes, the man at number one had heard something and he was standing at his open gate calling out. The woman pushed her customer to one side and she ran down the alley towards the street. The man was facing me now, he looked a little confused but it meant that I got a few seconds to watch as his cock started disappearing right in front of my eyes. The man's cock may have been fatter than Peter's but when it stopped shrinking, it was about as long as Peter's cock was before it started to grow when my mother walked in on him.

The man suddenly got his senses back, he turned to face the street as he put his cock away and ran for it before the man from number one caught him in our alleyway. I followed him with my eyes as he disappeared into the tunnel...something's wrong...out of place...it took me a second before I realised what was out of place, the parlour light was on but the curtains over the parlour window were wide open and my mother was fastidious, she always closed the curtains when the light was on...in fact, I had seen the curtains closed earlier that evening but now they were open.

'There's something else!' jumped into my head, I looked harder, mum was sitting on dad's knee, the front of her dress was open and it looked like my dad was mauling her breasts, pushing her bra up and out of the way of her tits.

I thought, 'I've seen my mum sitting on my dad's knee before, I might have also seen him rubbing his hands over her breasts but only ever through her clothes, I'd never seen him get her tits out in the open before., the internal replay went, 'Yes...you have but, never on a Friday evening before...Friday evening is dominos night and dad hasn't missed a dominos night before...not even once!'

Mum was looking intently at the back gate, in the half light of a rapidly approaching dusk, I could see that the bolt on the top of the back gate was thrown, we usually waited until everyone was home before we bolted the back gate because, standing directly in front of the gate it was difficult to pull the bolt open, it was twice as hard if you had to lean over the top of the gate and try to pull it..mum would only ever bolt the gate before dad got home when the working girls were overly active in our alleyway and their customers often opened our gate to see what was there to pinch.

Well, I needed a pee...our toilet was in the back garden so we all had chamber pots under our beds for the night time but if my parents were still up, I would usually use the toilet in the back yard. Some would say that we were fortunate, our kind of house was built for workers, they were built without a bathroom, people used a zinc coffin that hung on the back wall of the toilet when not in use and at bath time, the zinc tub would be dragged into the parlour and stood in front of a raging fire, filled with hot water off of the stove in pots, pans and kettles and the whole family would use one lot of water to bathe in. We had been classed as fortunate because our house was the first to actually have a bathroom fitted by our landlord.

The kitchen had been quite long and around eight feet wide. A stud wall had been built across the end of the kitchen creating a new room that was just wide enough for a bath and a sink...because of a law that was in force all those years ago, you needed to have two doors between a toilet and a kitchen and if the landlord had done that, he would have needed to take another twenty-four square feet off of the kitchen as well as put a new window or external door onto that passageway so for many years, bathrooms were put in without toilets. The law wasn't changed to allow a toilet to be accessed directly off of a kitchen until the year two thousand, after that, we could have moved our toilet in from out of the cold.

I put my slipper on and walked slowly to the stairs, I went down the stairs without making a sound, at the bottom of the stairs, to the right, there was a solid wooden door into the living room, the best room, at the front of the house, to the left, there was just a curtain blocking the stairs off.

I took a deep breath, my hand on the edge of the curtain, I started to say, "Mum...I need the toilet." As I pulled the curtain open.

Okay, I was wrong...my father hadn't missed his Friday night dominos match and my mother wasn't sitting on my father's knee. She was actually sitting on my Uncle Barry's knee, my father's older brother Barry. As I spoke, my mother jumped, she had been sitting across Barry's lap and as he vacated it in a hurry, I got to see my third cock, my third erection. Mum had been sitting on top of Barry's cock and as it came into view, there was that kind of sound like a wellington boot being pulled out of deep mud, a kind of squelching sound, mum pulled the top of her dress closed to hide her exposed breasts from me.

Barry didn't bother hiding his cock though, his hands fell away from my mother's breasts and they were just at his side, his hands on the seat of the sofa, next to his left hand were a pair of my mother's knickers. I walked behind the sofa and into the kitchen, as the kitchen door closed I heard my mother hiss, "Cover yourself up Barry!"

Barry laughed, "She's ten years old...you knew all about boys and men by the time that you were ten...the girl's got to learn about men at some time...the sooner the better if you ask me!"

I did my toilet and returned to the parlour, mum was just standing there where she was when I left her but Barry had covered his cock unfortunately.

Mum followed me up to my bedroom, she waited until I climbed into my bed, under the single sheet because of the heat, "Now, try to sleep, if you need the toilet again, use your po, don't come down stairs again, I need to talk to your uncle in private." My light was turned off and the door about to be closed but mum stopped, "Erm...don't mention Barry being here to your father, we're planning a special birthday treat for your father and if he knows that Barry was here, he'll be suspicious!"

I followed my mother's progress, she didn't stop at the top of the stairs, she opened her bedroom door. My eye was pressed against the keyhole in my door in a flash. I watched my mother open the front of her dress again, she wriggled her arms out of the sleeves, took her bra off and pushed her arms back into the sleeves of her dress again but this time, she didn't fasten the buttons before taking the stairs back down to the parlour.

I returned to my window, kneeling on my bed again, my elbows pressing down on the windowsill and leaning right out of the window. Barry was standing at the Parlour window, looking up at my window. He gave me a broad smile and waved his hand at me, I didn't wave back, I needed my elbows to be pressing down on the windowsill to stop me falling out of the window. Barry opened the top of the window slightly and then he suddenly turned his back to the window as my mother walked up to him. Barry grabbed my mother and he kissed her, she told Barry to sit on the sofa again, "You don't need to stare at the window, I've opened it, as soon as David rattles the gate, you'll hear him, I can be out of the front door and gone before he even reaches up for the bolt!"

Barry pulled my mother and he turned her so that her back was now towards me, he was kissing her as he stroked his hands down her thighs, he gathered the bottom of her dress and pulled it above her hips, exposing her bare bottom to me. Mum was pushed down on the sofa, along the length of it, on her back. Barry got on top of her and he started fucking her hard and fast, mum was soon gasping and making a hell of a lot of noise as she shivered through her climax. Barry suddenly stopped fucking her, "I'd better stop, you're making far too much noise, Vicky will hear you!"

I saw my mother lift her feet, she jabbed her heels down into his buttocks, like a horse rider spurring her stallion onwards, "You'd better not!"

"But...darling, what if Vicky hears us?"

My mother kicked down against his buttocks again, "Vicky's ten years old, it's about time she learned about the facts of life!"

Barry started fucking her again but slowly this time even though my mother was spurring him on as much as she could, there was a long kiss and as Barry's lips left hers, he said, "Will you be letting David fuck you tomorrow like you usually do after I've fucked you...just in case?"

"I usually do...or at least try to! I'll need to find someone to look after Vicky first though, get her out of the way first!"

"Why don't you send her over to my mother's house, mum will look after her!"

"I can't do that...your mother's getting on a little, Vicky will be too much of a handful for her."

I heard Barry chuckle, he stabbed his hips down hard causing my mother to groan with pleasure, there was a second stab and a third before he said, "Peter will be there, mum is looking after him while Elizabeth is working at a wedding reception in Northampton. Vicky will be out of your way and Peter can start her sexual education...with a little help from me!"

Mum was groaning and gasping, the noise level increased again and she gasped, "What time?"

"Send her over at nine o'clock in the morning, after breakfast!"

The back gate rattled, Barry covered my mother's mouth to stop her noise, he jumped up and ran for the curtain as he pulled his trousers up, leaving my mother to sort her clothes out. I heard the front door open and close as my father reached over the top of the gate, fumbling with the bolt while he was standing on the tips of his toes.

There was a very loud, "David...is that you?"

I spotted Barry suddenly at my father's side outside our back gate, I also noticed my mother slowly closing the open window, followed by the curtains.

"I saw you coming down here and thought that you were one of those men with a whore from the corner of the street...where have you been?"

"It's Friday, I've been to dominos as usual!"

"How did you do?"

"I won first prize...fifteen quid, not bad for a night's entertainment...and talking of entertainment, how did you do?"

Barry looked up at my bedroom window, "I almost got into my end game but her parents came home early and I had to jump out of her bedroom window...that's why I'm home so early!"

"You should pick girls that are at least old enough to have..." My father stopped talking because he was straining to pull the bolt back at that moment. "...sex, then you could take them home, mum wouldn't complain about you taking an older girl home for the night!"

The gate suddenly opened, "Would you like a coffee Barry?"

"Well, I'd love one but Mary wouldn't like me calling around at this time of night...she's probably ready for bed at this time of the night!"

My dad opened the back door, "Mary...I'm home...are you decent, I've got Barry with me!"

I heard the door from the kitchen into the parlour open and my mother say, "Of course I'm decent darling...how nice to see you Barry, I thought that you were out at the gym exercising tonight?"

Barry laughed, "My exercise regime was interrupted unfortunately before I was finished!"

Barry looked up at me and he winked at me before he followed my father into the kitchen.

I realised that all of the fun and games were over for the evening so I rolled over into my bed again and fought tooth and nail to fall asleep.

Mum woke me up at eight o'clock in the morning but I wasn't really sure how much sleep I'd actually had during the night. Mum told me to be quiet as she took me down to the kitchen, "Shhhhh! Your father is still asleep darling!"

In the kitchen, while I ate my breakfast, mum impressed on me that we girls had to keep our secrets from the men in our lives, "You'll understand what I'm talking about later on today after...well, let's just say that by the time you come back home, you'll understand why we have to keep things from your father!"

My grandmother lived in the next street, Barry still lived at home...well, he had moved back into his mother's house after his marriage failed, I knocked on the back door and my Cousin Peter opened it.

"Where's gran?"

"She's at my house, she's helping my mother to bake cakes for the wedding party later on today at the working men's club."

"So, who is looking after us?"

"Uncle Barry!"

I fought back a smile and I followed Peter through the kitchen and into the parlour. The parlour was empty, "Where's Uncle Barry?"

Peter grinned at me, "Barry is waiting for us up in his bedroom!"

I followed Peter up the stairs and into Barry's bedroom. Barry was still in bed, he slept naked, I couldn't blame him with how warm it was last night, if I had the choice, I wouldn't have worn a nighty last night but my mother made me wear one.

Barry looked at Peter, "You look a little uncomfortable Peter, it's too hot today for all of those clothes...why don't you take your shirt off?"

Peter grinned as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head and Barry looked at me, I looked from Peter's naked chest to Barry, he was sitting up in bed now so his bare chest was on display as well.

"Would you like to give Peter a little kiss Vicky?"

My hart fluttered, there was a stampede of butterflies running through my stomach...I didn't fancy Peter, not that I knew what that meant, I didn't really like him much either, he was four years older than me and he could be a bit of a bully but I knew that this was the start of my sexual education and Barry had obviously chosen Peter to be an educational aid for me.

I stepped into Peter and puckered up my lips, it wasn't a long kiss, Peter pulled his lips away from mine but Barry shuffled closer and stopped Peter moving away from me. Barry pushed Peter's and my faces back together for a second kiss and while we were kissing for a second time, Barry was opening the buttons on the back of my dress, from the neck down six inches.

Each time that Peter thought that our kiss was over, Barry pushed his face back into mine.

Barry eased the top of my dress open and pulled it down.

All I was wearing was my dress and knickers, not even socks on my feet, just jellybean sandals so in just a few seconds, I was standing in front of a fourteen year old boy and a forty year old man in just knickers and sandals. I felt Peter moving from side to side as we kissed so I opened my eyes and saw Barry pulling Peter's shorts and underpants down. My knickers followed and now Peter and I were both totally naked...well, I still had jellybean sandals on my feet, but that was all.

It was me that stopped the kiss this time as I looked down at Peter's cock, I'd seen it fleetingly two weeks earlier and now it was right there in front of me and he wasn't trying to hide it from me or our Uncle Barry, Peter was quite happy for me to look at his cock today.

Barry took my right hand and moved it onto Peter's cock, over the next two hours, I was taught how to rub Peter's cock and then Peter was allowed to touch me between my legs, Peter didn't need to be taught what to do, Peter was already experienced at what to do with a girl. Lesson two saw me on my knees in front of Peter, I was taught how to suck Peter's cock for him, how to do it properly...Barry impressed on me that if a woman could suck her husband's cock properly, he would never stray. I was willing to go all the way, suck Peter until he reached his happy place but Barry stopped me before Peter climaxed.

Lesson three was letting Peter lick my pussy and for that, I was on my back on Barry's bed and as Peter licked me, Barry was kissing me on my lips.

Lesson number four, I was told to roll over on to my hands and knees, kneeling on the very edge of Barry's bed with my hands close to the middle and Peter moved in behind me. He rubbed his cock against my pussy from behind, easing the tip between my pussy lips and as soon as the head of his cock had entered me, he started rocking back and forth, delivering a mountain of pleasure in my belly with each rock of his cock and with each rock of his hips, his cock sank another millimetre into my pussy until he was in as deep as his cock could go.

I suddenly realised what all of my mother's gasping was all about, as the pleasure from Peter's cock washed over me, it took my breath away, it was just like I was ill all over again but I wasn't ill, it was all pleasure. Something pressed against my lips, I opened my eyes, Barry was kneeling on the bed as well, he was totally naked and he was rubbing his cock against my lips, I got the picture and as Peter fucked me from behind, I opened my mouth and took Barry's cock into my mouth.

Peter started to gasp and he fell, his chest on top of my back, as he gasped for breath. Barry said, "Good boy Peter...at least you gave Vicky an orgasm before you took your own pleasure!"

Peter got his breath back and pulled away from me. Barry said, "Did you make her bleed Peter?"

Peter looked down at his cock and he nodded his head.

"Good boy...pass me a towel and then go and wash your cock in the bathroom!"

Peter threw our uncle a navy blue bath sheet that Barry spread out over his bed.

Barry said, "Are you ready for your final lesson Vicky?"

I nodded my head.

"This is bound to hurt you a little bit Vicky, I'm a hell of a lot bigger than Peter and I'm not as gentle as him."

I was moved over onto the towel, on my back, and Barry slipped over, I'd seen the whole act last night, I'd seen my mother waiting for Barry to cover her and I adopted the same pose, my legs wide open as I waited for my uncle to cover my body with his.

I screamed as he bulldozed into my body, the pain was massive but only fleeting, Barry started gently, easing all of his cock into me over a few minutes, when he was as deep as he could go, he rested a moment or two so that I could get used to feeling him inside me. Peter returned to the bedroom and I was told to suck his cock for him again while Barry started fucking me properly.

I had a screaming orgasm and then Barry climaxed into my pussy as Peter climaxed into my mouth.

Barry was gasping for breath but he still told me, "Don't hold it in your mouth or spit it out, it tastes really foul but the faster you swallow it all down, the faster that bad taste will go away and after you've done it a few times, you'll learn to love the taste of a man's spunk."

I managed to swallow Peter's splash of semen without being sick. Barry took me to their bathroom and we had a shower together. Barry made sure that he washed my pussy out thoroughly so that all the blood was washed away before I got dressed.

Barry walked me home and took me down the back, the kitchen door was locked but Barry had a key to let us in. Barry put his finger against his lips to stop me making a noise and we walked through to the stairs and stood there at the curtain listening to my mother and father fucking in their bedroom above.

Barry put his lips against my ear and he whispered, "Whenever I fuck your mother, she always has sex with your father in the next twenty-four hours, just in case I made her pregnant...at least if I make her pregnant, my genes and my brother's are the same, so if you get a brother or sister, you'll look the same!"

I gave him a shocked look.

"Mind you...there's no proof that your dad is actually your biological father, I screwed Mary before him on the night that you were conceived!"

Someone touched my shoulder out of the blue, I wasn't ten years old anymore, I was back on the park with my husband and his bosses brother-in-law.

Chapter 4 - My husband gets his way at last    Gavin certainly had the kind of confidence that I would expect of an elite military man, he grabbed my arse through my dress, feeling that I wasn't wearing any knickers under such a thin dress, "You must have a shaved cunt Victoria or I would have seen your pussy hair through a dress that's this thin!"

I looked at John, he just had a massive grin on his face, I nodded my head.

Gavin shook his head, "Come now Victoria...if you're too shy to tell me that your pussy is shaven...how will you be able to show it to me when we get in your house?"

I looked at John again, he was nodding his head in agreement with Gavin and there was less of a smile on his face!

I looked back at Gavin's face, ""Yes, I have a shaved pussy!"

Gavin smiled at me, "Do you like sucking men's cocks Vicky?"

I didn't overtly look at John, I let my eyes swivel in his direction, he was looking at me intently, I wanted to say that I liked sucking my husband's cock...after all, we'd never discussed my sexual history nor his so he had no idea if I had ever sucked a cock before his but I was at the tipping point between happily going to bed with another man and running a mile!

"I like sucking men's cocks!"

That comment got a smile from both Gavin and John, Gavin said, "Even a total stranger's cock?"

"Like yours you mean?"

Gavin laughed at that, "I'm not a stranger...we almost fucked five years ago...no, I mean a total stranger...if John just pointed to a stranger in the street and asked you to suck his cock for him...would you do it?"

"Not out in the street...no!"

"I don't mean out in the street...out in public...but say for arguments sake, John asked you to go in the ladies toilet and strip off in one of the stalls, would you go in and do it?"

This time I looked at John, his eyes were open wider than usual, he looked genuinely shocked and very excited at the prospect that Gavin was outlining.

"Probably!"

Gavin looked at John now, "And if John asked you to go in the ladies toilet and strip off for him and then he picked out a stranger and sent him into the ladies toilet, would you suck his cock for him?"

"I'm not so sure about that, I have to live around here, the stranger could recognise her in the street after!"

"John tells me that you have the key to the equipment room and that you could probably turn the lights off so that no one would recognise you...", he pointed in the direction of the toilet block, "...that's the second man in five minutes to go into the men's toilet looking for fun, you could turn the lights off and suck one of them, they wouldn't see your face in the dark!"

At that moment, the man came out of the toilet block and walked in our direction looking very disappointed.

"There's one problem, men might be worried about going into the women's toilet, it is actually illegal for a man to go into an open ladies toilet, even the cleaners have to close the ladies side off if they go into it to work!"

Gavin looked thoughtful for a moment, does the same law apply to women going into a man's toilet?"

"No...women quite often have to use the men's toilet because of lack of dedicated facilities for them!"

"So, you could go into the men's stall and strip off, John could wait out by the urinal and when the first man comes in, John could bring him over to the stall door, you open the door and suck the man's cock...after you finish, John could close the outer door and let you run across to the ladies side of the toilet block!"

There was that shiver running through my body again and both men felt it through the hands that they had across my back, I saw Gavin look John in the eye and they both nodded at each other.

We walked down the side of the toilet block, John went into the men's toilet and I went into the ladies, we were both checking that the toilets were empty. I unfastened the padlock that held the outer door in the open position so that it could be closed and I opened the cistern room's door to turn the lights off. Even with the lights off, the men's toilet wasn't in total darkness, it was dark enough that I wouldn't be easily recognised but anyone in the toilet would know that I was a woman.

John closed the outer door and I ran across the vestibule and slipped into the men's stall, John opened the outer door again at that point and then he came in and opened the stall door and he opened it, take your dress off and stop in here, the stall is the darkest place in the toilet when the lights are out!"

John unbuttoned the top three buttons down the front of my dress and then he pulled it off over my head, I heard Gavin talking to someone outside the toilet block, they obviously knew each other, Gavin said, "Oh hi John, what are you doing in here?"

John walked away from the urinal and he knocked on the door to the stall that I was in, John stepped just inside the door and I started sucking his cock, John said, "I was just in here having a little fun!"

The third man was encouraged to step into the stall, pushing John further in and I started sucking his cock for him while John played with my tits.

As I was sucking the strangers cock, my mind wandered back to my youth, after my first time sucking my Uncle Barry's cock, it became almost a weekly thing for me to suck Barry's cock for him until he climaxed in my mouth and he was right, I did come to enjoy the taste of semen, I also sucked Peter's cock often as well as half of his friends, I was quite a popular girl around our area because I was always willing to suck a cock if asked.

I got the stranger off, swallowing every drop of his semen before he almost ran out of the door. John and Gavin left me to get dressed. They were both standing outside talking with the outer door closed, I heard them telling one man that the toilet was closed while the lights were being fixed so I switched the lights on, locked the cistern room and stepped out of the toilet block.

John said, "What was it darling?"

I gave him a sour look, "The fuse had blown, good thing I had a spare!"

We walked across the road to our house and Gavin said, "Do you think that bloke even knew that it was a woman sucking his cock?"

John shook his head, I'm sure that he thought that Vicky was a man...it was a good job that she had bleached-bombed the toilet earlier, it masked her sexy smell!"

When we reached home, Gavin took charge, he told me what to do, he undressed me while John sat in the chair in the corner of our bedroom watching us. Gavin started fucking me, I went off like a rocket having John watching us, he whispered, "Do you like having a cock up your bum Vicky?"

I heard John groan at his question, I looked over at John, his trousers were wide open and he was rubbing his fist up and down his cock.

"I've never tried...I didn't think that John was interested in sex that way!"

Gavin laughed, "Well, it sounded like John liked the thought of it...John, why haven't you opened Vicky's arse up for her. If she'd been opened up already, we could double bang her, double the cock, double her pleasure!"

John had stopped rubbing his cock, "I didn't want to hurt her, I think my cock is too big to do that to her.

There was a long discussion about the best way to open my back door up for sex, long discussion about dildos of differing sizes, lubrication, gentle teasing and then Gavin said, "Or you could just get one of the two boys playing with your daughters on the park at the moment to fuck her in the arse and just follow him in while his spunk is still up her bum, acting as a lubricant!"

The mention of getting a young boy to take my anal cherry doubled the intensity of my orgasm which caused Gavin to laugh at me, "Sounds like a young boy it is then John, come over here and stick your dick in her mouth. John was happier than I'd ever seen him before, in fact his tail was wagging so much that I was fighting to keep his cock in my mouth. The sex was frenetic but over in just forty minutes because Gavin had somewhere to go. After we got dressed, I sent John out to get pizzas from the nearest takeaway, I told him to get three large pizzas so that there would be some left for a later meal but at the back of my mind, I was planning on Inviting Dawn and Sarah's friends to have lunch with us.

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