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Published : 17 January 2023

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Poker night
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Shared Wife, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

After our Christmas...erm...marital connection, I had a worry because my monthly didn't come on the sixth of January and still nothing on the thirteenth of January, I could have forgotten to take one of my birth control pills during the last half of December or the first week in January. Forgetting to take a pill was my biggest worry about the whole sex mess, I could take sex or leave it but I knew that John either wanted sex or needed sex once a week or more and because I knew that I didn't need it that often, I just formed the plan that whenever John wanted sex, I'd just let him do it and if I really wasn't in the mood, I'd just fake my orgasm so that John could go to sleep happy.

I called in at the pharmacy after work, paid my five pounds for a pregnancy test kit and took it home. I'd taken the pee test and it had come back negative so I was moderately happy with that but when I didn't get my monthly again at the start of February, I did another pregnancy test, that one was also negative...I was beginning to doubt the efficacy of self administered pregnancy test kits so I made an appointment with Doctor Gordon.

I took a more expensive pregnancy test with Doctor Gordon, that was also negative. We talked around my issues, I pointed out that I couldn't trust myself to take a pill every day and just assumed that I was pregnant if I missed a period. My medical history was looked through and Doctor Gordon pointed out that three months ago, they couldn't get hold of my regular pills and I'd been switched to a different manufacturer, the chemical construction of my new pill was supposed to be exactly the same as my old pill but there were undoubtedly differences between the two manufacturers product and that could account for my sudden loss of my monthly bleed.

"Oh dear, this doesn't look good, we're having trouble getting new stocks of the new pill that you are on, all of the doctors in our area are being asked to seek out new suppliers and move all of our patients onto a different form of contraception...have you ever considered an implant?"

I gave him a confused look, "I don't really like injections, I don't think that I could face a needle four times a year!"

We have a new supplier, a local company actually, their implant is injected in the small of the back and it is only one injection every five years!"

Well, that didn't sound bad to me, one injection every five years and behind me so that I wouldn't see anything and I'd never have to worry about forgetting my pill ever again.

"Are there any drawbacks...I mean any known side effects?"

Doctor Gordon checked through the computer information on the drug, "Here it is, one woman in ten thousand complained of breast tenderness and two in fifty thousand noticed that their breasts grew a cup size in the first twelve months but that's about all.

"So, when you said the company was local...just how local?"

He flipped to another screen, "It's called Evergreen Pharmaceuticals and their address is...looks like right here, similar postcode to the surgery!"

"There's a company called Evergreen and Preston on the other side of Penny meadow but I think they make glue."

He snapped his fingers, "That's right, Evergreen makes medicines and Preston is Preston industrial chemicals from the same site, they're very close to you, at least with one injection a year, you won't have to pop over for a cup full of pills when you run out!"

I hardly felt anything when he injected my lower back with the implant and I had forgotten all about it when the side effects kicked in, my breasts were only a little tender until the first time John wanted sex. Our sex was always the same, we went to bed, I always turned onto my right side after our good night kiss and John turned onto his left and we slept back to back all night unless John wanted sex...on those nights, John faced me and prodded my nighty into my bottom with his erection. There was a little foreplay, John had to wake my inner body up with his fingers first before insertion so that I'd be lubricated enough to take him.

He almost never touched any other part of my body apart from my vagina but the first time we had sex after I went onto implants, he brushed his hand over my breasts and I responded, I groaned with pleasure and my nipple sprang to attention so John played with them a little more than he had ever done before.

Two days later, I was feeling hot and bothered when John came home from work, I'd noticed white dust over every surface when I got home from work so I'd closed every window and spent an hour dusting everything. I made dinner and after dinner I washed the pots, it was nine o'clock when I told John that I was going to take a long soak in the bath.

I stewed in cool water for an hour and then wrapped myself in my towelling bathrobe and went down to ask John if he'd like a coffee or a cup of tea. He grabbed me and dragged me down onto the sofa with him. We had net curtains at the living room window but that was all, John started to slip his hands inside my robe, "John...darling...not here, if you want to play, let's go up to our bedroom!"

John exposed my left breast and started sucking my nipple, it grew to treble its size and became painful but also pleasurable, "Can we at least turn the lights off first so that no one can see us from the street?"

John grinned at me, "We can do it down here and leave the lights on and still be hidden from our neighbours!"

John pushed me back onto my feet and made me stand in front of him holding my bathrobe wide open. He opened his trousers and then pulled me back onto the sofa, my knees straddling either side of his hips and he fucked me from below for the first time ever, I just sat there with my arms stretched out to the sides.

John entered me easily, he hadn't warmed me up first, there was a little 'Drag' because of a lack of lubricant but that soon went away. I reached a quick climax and hearing my orgasm tipped John over the edge. That was the first time that we'd ever had sex outside the bedroom...well, the first time that I had sex outside the bedroom, John had more sexual experience than me, my sexual activity to that date wouldn’t fill a four page pamphlet but John's sexual record would fill all the pages of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, all twenty-one leather bound volumes of it.

Sex always ended with John's orgasm, he had a very long recycle rate, he would remain flaccid for two or three hours after his climax.

We went up to bed after a cup of coffee, I kissed John good night and turned onto my right hand side...John didn't turn onto his left though, he pulled me back onto my back and slid his left knee over my left leg, sliding his flaccid cock into the valley between my hip and my abdomen as he played with my tits again, sucking my nipples, biting them, trying to make them grow even bigger than they already were.

My left arm was trapped under John's right hand side, I managed to pull my arm from under his body and clenched my left fist a few times, "Pins and needles!"

I lowered my arm, my hand dropped on his cock, that was definitely a first for me, I'd never really done anything like that before, I was willing to let John fuck me whenever he wanted to but I never really took any part in the act...well, not exactly true, if he fucked me when I really wasn't in the mood for sex, I would fake an early orgasm to get him off quicker but to date that was the only help I'd given him.

I just left my palm on his cock for a few minutes and then I took a hold of it, just rubbing it gently, I cleared my throat, "Did you want to try again?"

John gave an awkward laugh, "No...sorry, it'll take me a long time to get my second wind...you should try it with Mick Smith, he reckons that after he climaxes, it only takes him fifteen minutes to get another erection...he's quicker if his partner sucks his cock after he cums!"

And by his partner, you mean Gail...his wife?"

The laughter turned to a little more nervous kind of laugh, "Not necessarily Gail, Mick has quite a stable of girlfriends and he is always on the lookout for new conquests."

I let go of his cock, "Why don't we go to sleep now and if you grow another erection, you can wake me up and we can do it again...actually, you could try to do it without waking me up if you like...that could be a kick for you!"

John and his four best friends played poker together once a month, it was a friendly game, no massive pots, just a cheap way of whiling away an evening once a month and catch up on local gossip. The game moved every month to a different player's house so I had to cater for poker night two or three times a year. They played in our dining room while I watched TV in the living room. With the TV on, I couldn't hear the game going on in the next room so I wasn't put out at all, well, apart from at ten o'clock...early on in their friendship, they realised that the man who was winning the most never wanted to take a break while the man who was losing the most would willingly take a toilet break in the hopes that it would change the tide of his luck so they all had to agree that, come what may, at ten o'clock in the evening there was a thirty minute break for toilet and snacks and on the night that the game was held at our house, it was my job to get something interesting for the guys to snack on at the ten o'clock break.

The June poker night was at our house, I'd done a little shopping and had picked up a large spicy meat pizza as well as the usual chips and dips and a bathtub full of beer as usual. I planned to cook the pizza just before ten o'clock and cut it into thin fingers, it wasn't meant to be a meal, just a snack so one large pizza between five men would be fine alongside the chips and dips.

At twenty to ten, I went to the toilet before the men started queuing to use the bathroom. I came down the stairs and went directly into the kitchen and turned the oven on to cook the pizza. In the kitchen, I could hear the conversation over the card table in the dining room as clearly as if I was in there with the men...

"So how about it John...would Vicky dress up for us in a bikini to serve the chips and dips?" It was Mick Smith's voice, Mick was John's best friend, he would call around to our house two or three times a week on average and was one of John's only friends who would call in for a coffee even if John wasn't home, I stopped moving and listened.

John burst out laughing, "I've never seen Vicky in a bikini, as far as I know, she's never owned a bikini or even a swimsuit!"

Mick Smith said, "Well, sexy underwear would do just as well if she really doesn't have a bikini!"

There was a moment's silence, I pressed my eye against the gap between the doors of the serving hatch, John was shaking his head, "No Mick mate, not even sexy underwear...my wife doesn't believe in wearing anything sexy!"

Paul Gamble looked up from his cards, "If Vicky doesn't wear sexy clothes, how does she ..." he looked suddenly uncomfortable as all ten eyes in the room focussed in on him. He looked around the room, "...I mean, when Kelly wants a little loving, she wears sexy lingerie so that I'll know that she's in the mood!"

Mick Smith looked from Paul to John, "How does Vicky let you know that she's ready for sex John?"

Again, John shook his head, "I don't think that Vicky has ever wanted sex, she's happy to let me do her whenever I want to but she has never openly wanted sex as long as I've known her."

Fred Ross came to my...or rather John's rescue, he looked at Paul Gamble, "So, the next time that we come to your house to play poker Paul...will Kelly dress in a bikini to serve us our chips and dips then Paul?"

Paul looked thoughtful for a moment, "I don't think that wearing a bikini would bother her one little bit while if you guys were in the house but she would kill me if one of you bastards stepped out of line and tried to touch her!"

There was a ping from the oven's timer, the hot and spicy pizza was done and it was two minutes to ten so I pulled the pizza out of the oven and used the wheel cutter to turn the large pizza into twenty bite sized fingers. At ten o'clock on the dot I opened the kitchen door and carried the large plate covered in pizza fingers and the five side plates into the dining room. I placed the pizza in the centre of the card table and I dealt out the five side plates like they were playing cards. I returned to the kitchen for the chips and dips as well as a box of tissues to wipe messy fingers on.

Two men rushed to the stairs to use the bathroom and I returned to the living room to my TV program, John followed me into the living room eating a finger of pizza, "Thanks for this darling, makes a nice change from just chips and dips."

I smiled at him, "How's the game going?"

"I'm a fiver down at the moment so not great for me so far...I haven't actually won a hand all evening!"

"Well, let's hope your luck changes during the break or you'll be miserable for a week!"

John laughed at me, "Hey...you'll never guess what Mick Smith asked just before ten o'clock?"

I played dumb and shook my head, "I have no idea...but knowing Mick it was bound to be rude!"

John laughed, "He asked me if I thought that you would wear a bikini to serve snacks on one of our poker evenings!"

I looked away from the TV for the first time since John had followed me into the living room, I looked at his face, "You know that I don't own a bikini nor a swimming costume, I hate the thought of swimming and if I wore a bikini to sunbathe, I'd burn to a crisp in seconds!"

John's face grew a smile, he had expected me to throw a fit at him for revealing what Mick Smith had been talking about over the poker table but I hadn't, I'd remained calm. I saw John take a deep breath and then he said, "Yes...I know...I told him that. Then he asked if you would wear sexy lingerie instead."

There was a long pause, I in-filled the silence, "What did you tell him?"

I saw John bite his lower lip, "I told him that I didn't think that you would be interested in playing that kind of game for us!"

I thought, 'You lying bugger!'

"Why didn't you just tell him that I didn't have any sexy underwear?"

John looked a little suspicious for a moment and just stood there looking blankly at me, Paul Gamble broke the silence, "Bathroom's free John!"

John looked over his shoulder and nodded his head, "Thanks Paul."

John was about to leave the room when I started talking again but a little lower volume, "I mean, I don't really know what men would think was sexy, I'm sure that the husband's of other wives buy them sexy underwear that they'd like to see on their wife. Mary's husband often buys her thongs and shelf bras on his birthday so that she can wear them for him for his birthday meal!"

John left the living room and climbed the stairs to the bathroom.

John flushed the toilet at twenty past ten and as he came back down to the living room, he walked through the living room and closed the door into the dining room before he looked back at me, "If I bought you some sexy lingerie, would you wear it for me?"

"For you?"

"Yes!"

I nodded my head, "Of course I would if you asked me to!"

I got a sweet smile and John pulled the dining room door open again and went through it. At twenty-five past ten, I went back into the dining room, there were three fingers of pizza left on the big plate in the middle of the table, "Anyone want another bit of pizza boys?"

The answer was no so I took the plate through into the kitchen, I checked how much beer was left in the dining room and restocked their supply, I asked if they wanted to keep the chips and dips on the table. I crushed all the empty cans that had accrued so far and dropped them in to the recycling bin, then I washed the dishes before I returned to the living room.

My program ended at eleven o'clock and then I want back into the kitchen, taking the long route around to the kitchen but I left the TV talking to itself in the living room so that the guys thought that I was still in the living room and couldn't hear them so the guys were talking freely around the poker table.

Mick Smith said, "I took Pauline into a sex shop in Amsterdam a fortnight ago, she was well stoked up on cheap vodka and a few hash-brownies from the bar across the road from the sex shop and I managed to talk her into going into one of the video booths with me for a bit of slap and tickle!"

Paul Gamble butted into Mick's story and said, "Erm Mick, isn't Pauline your wife's sister?"

I pressed my eye to the gap between the two doors of the serving hatch again, Mick was sitting opposite the doors that I was looking through, he grinned at Paul and nodded his head.

Paul said, "Where was your misses?"

Mick's grin widened, "We were only there because Gail had to attend a seminar for her company and me and her sister just went along for a bit of a 'City Break' holiday and a little fun around the red light district. Pauline never wore sexy clothes until that trip, I educated her into the joys of exhibitionism...I'll bet that Pauline would strip down to a bikini for us, one poker night, to serve chips and dips and I'm sure that she would be happy for a little 'Hands on' fun as well!"

Paul nodded over at Brian Cooper, "You need to see if Pauline's free on our next night at Brian's house, he doesn't have a wife to dress up for us or to bother about us having another woman helping us out!"

Brian looked shocked, I'd actually known Brian Cooper for five years, he had been in my house at least ten times, perhaps even a dozen and he had said hello to me every time he turned up and goodbye whenever he left if I was still up and hadn't gone to bed already. Brian was the only one of the five men that wasn't married, I saw Brian as a definite virgin, a forty year old virgin. I didn't think that he was gay or anything, he was a man's man, I just didn't think that he really wanted to share his life with anyone else, man or woman.

Brian said, "I don't have a house like you guys, I only have a flat, one bedroom, the living room with the kitchenette and the bathroom, there would be nowhere for a woman to wait while we were playing!"

Mick butted in with, "Pauline would be happy to wait in your bedroom for us...we might have to play four handed while the lucky bastard was busy with her though or there wouldn't be much poker going on!"

Paul giggled, "A lot of poking her though!"

I thought, 'Mick Smith is definitely the 'Alpha Male', he's the one that is happy to lead the others into mischief, Paul is probably the number two, John and Fred Ross are probably equal third in line and Brian is definitely at the bottom of the heap.

"Have you ever been to Amsterdam John?"

I missed who had asked the question but John was looking at Fred as he shook his head, so I assumed that Fred had asked that particular question.

Paul grinned, "How do you think Victoria would react if you took her to Amsterdam and asked her to go into a sex shop or erotic theatre with you John?"

John redirected his look to Paul, "I'm not sure mate...my Vicky hasn't shown any interest in erotica of any kind in the past, I can't imagine it being her kind of thing at all!"

Paul asked the dealer for two cards, dropped two from his hand and looked at the two new cards, "Deck...my luck certainly has run out...you should try Vicky out with something simple John..." Paul took his phone out of his pocket, I watched as he searched through a website, "...here, I'll send you this link, ask Vicky to take a look at it and see what she thinks about it!"

John looked a little startled, "I'm not sure that Vicky would be happy with that...what kind of story is it anyway?"

Paul grinned and collected all of the cards from the table, it was obviously his turn to deal the cards, "It's just a simple little fuck story, a wife fooling around with a boyfriend from her past, very short story but a lot of fucking in it!"

John shook his head, "No, that's very dangerous ground...I wouldn't send a story like that to Vicky!"

Mick looked through his five cards, "I'll take one card please...hey Paul, I'd like to read that story, send me the link."

They settled down to playing poker in earnest again, the chatter was just poker related now. I checked the back door was locked and went back to the living room to turn the TV off before going to bed, I checked my phone, there was a text message from Mike Smith, the message was simple, 'John's a bit of a wimp, Paul Gamble found you a lovely little story to read...you never know, it might get your motor running a little...John was too frightened to send it to you, so I decided that I would!'

Wrapped inside the text message was the link to the story on the internet.

I turned the TV off and opened the dining room door, "I've locked the back door and the kitchen window darling...I'm off to bed now!"

John was about to respond to me but Mick jumped in with, "Okay darling, we won't be much longer, John's almost cleaned me out!"

I looked over at John, "I thought that you weren't doing very well earlier John darling!"

John grinned at me, "What can I say, a few fingers of spicy meat pizza in my belly and my luck suddenly changed for the better!"

Mick Smith decked his cards again, "Yet another crap hand...will you be reading for a bit before going to sleep Victoria?"

"I'm half way through a true romance book at the moment but I don't read every night before I go to sleep."

I saw a little sparkle in Mick's eye as he winked at me, "Perhaps your true romance will get a little spicy tonight!"

I held back my smile, "I doubt that Mick...Mills and Boon don't really go in for spicy stories!"

Before Mick could come back with a retort, I closed the dining room door and walked across the living room and turned those lights off, as I closed the living room door, I touched the link on my telephone's screen to navigate to the story that Paul had found...but Mick had forwarded on to me.

I dropped my phone on my bed and went through to the bathroom to take a quick shower, I had expected the story to be waiting for me on my phone's screen when I returned to the bedroom wrapped in a bath towel but I was wrong, what was waiting for me was a screen with a message, 'You have to be over eighteen years of age to enter this site!' and two buttons to press, a 'I am over eighteen years of age' and another, 'I am under eighteen years of age'.

I thought 'What a stupid waste of time, who's going to be stupid enough to press the 'I am under eighteen years old button, even a five year old knew to press the over eighteen button if they wanted to read the story!' I had a supplementary thought, 'I wonder how often the under eighteen button had been pressed since the beginning of the internet?'

The screen of my phone flickered, the story title was a little confusing but I put no thought into what was going on in the author's head when they chose that title!

It had been ten years since I had last seen John, we had been hot and heavy for three years but then just drifted apart. I didn't invite him to my wedding to Peter...well, who does invite an old flame to their wedding, just asking for trouble.

John and I literally bumped into each other, his fault, I wasn't doing anything wrong, I was just repairing my mascara when John stopped suddenly and the back of his car crashed into my front bumper.

Well, before the kettle boiled I found myself in John's mother's spare bedroom...

The story went on for another two thousand words, describing in great detail how they fucked, they only came up for air so that John could pour boiling water over the two bruised and bashed cars, the heat relaxed the plastic on the bumpers of both cars and they both popped back into their previous shape.

I was just coming to the end of the story when I heard cars starting up in the street under my window.

I closed the story down and followed John up the stairs with my ears, he crossed the landing and went into the bathroom. As it was past midnight, I didn't expect John to take a shower so it was just a toilet visit and he was soon in the bedroom with me.

John was surprised to find the bedroom lights were still on. He stopped in his tracks and frowned, "Is everything okay darling?"

"Do you think I'm a prude?"

John shook his head, "Well, not really...you just don't have much interest in...well, sex subjects!"

"How did the game go in the end?"

John smiled, "Well, I recouped my losses from the first half and made eight pounds and fifty pence on top, so all in all I had a good might!"

"I'm glad to hear it, at least you won't spend the next seven days with a face like a spanked puppy!"

John gave me his best affronted look...he was half way through undressing but for the first time in a very long time, he was doing it with the lights on. He stood there in just his underpants with his hands on his hips and said, "Hey...I resemble that remark!"

I smiled at his tom-foolery, "John darling, if there's something that you want me to change about myself, you'll have to tell me and be patient with me until I'm comfortable."

John's face suddenly turned serious and he said, "What do you mean darling>"

"Ohhhhh, I don't know, I'd guess that if Mick Smith had won tonight, he would have expected Gail to help him to celebrate his win in some small way...actually, I'll bet Mick would have expected Gail to commiserate with him in much the same way if he had lost as well."

John stood motionless for a moment, he looked thoughtful and then he turned the bedroom light off and jumped into bed with me without his pyjamas on and as we kissed, I realised that he had taken his underpants off somewhere between flipping the light switch and jumping into our bed.

John kissed me and shuffled in closer, his bare hip pressed into my left hand, "You didn't even bother with your underpants tonight!"

John said, "No, it's a little too hot tonight."

"I put my nighty on but didn't bother with my knickers or bra tonight."

John rolled onto his right hand side, his cock was now pressing into my left hand, proving that he was already in a state of excitement, his right arm slipped under my neck and his left hand reached down for the bottom hem of my nighty and he started pulling the front up until the backs of my legs trapping the back stopped its movement upwards. John didn't say anything, I just pushed down with my heels and shoulders to lift my weight off of the trapped nighty and John's hand jumped two feet higher. My pussy mound was now exposed and John stopped uncovering me, he started to dabble with his fingertips in the soft curly hairs hiding the secret entrance to my body.

There was a kiss as John's middle finger approached the slipway into my body, he felt the moisture and pulled his lips away from mine, "You feel excited darling, was that caused by reading your latest Mills and Boon novel?"

"No, it was a story that Paul Gamble found on the internet and he sent it to Mick Smith and Mick sent it on to me...I read the story, it was really exciting but very inappropriate!"

John's middle finger curled into my body and met no resistance, not from me or from my body, my inner wetness allowed his finger free access into my pussy, John giggled, "I'm not sure if I should kill Mick or thank him for sending you that dirty story!"

"Did you read it?"

"No, Paul told me about it, he asked me if I would send the link over to you, I told him that I didn't think that it was a suitable story to send to you."

"Why?"

"I thought that it could be a bit crude, the site that Paul uses has some very bad stories, stories that I'm sure are illegal in the UK."

"Why would they be illegal in the UK?"

"Just that some of the subjects are illegal, that site has thousands of incest stories, hundreds of bestiality stories and underage sex stories...I'm sure that finding something like that wouldn't impress you!"

John lifted his left knee and started to straddle my body but I pushed him back, "Can I take my nighty off first, it really is hot tonight."

Tonight was certainly not running its usual course, before reading the story from Mick, I wouldn't have even called what we did together 'Making Love', I referred to it as 'Maritals!' In the story the wife was happy to walk around the house in the nude, happy to walk around in public wearing just a skimpy bikini, she was even happy to have sex in the kitchen in the daylight where anyone of a dozen neighbours could see her through her kitchen window. I learned a whole new lexicography as well, like fucking, dogging and that men referred to a woman's vagina as her cunt, her twat, her punani, her muff, her tail, her quim, even her fanny...all of those words were used frequently in the story. Our usual marital session was always instigated by John, he would feel between my legs, have difficulty getting a finger into my pussy, massage me a little until my internal tap started dripping and moisten my inner workings and then he would roll on top of me. I would just lie there on my back and take him, no movement on my part at all unless he managed to get me to an orgasm and on the rare occasions that I did have a climax, my body moved on its own as my muscles went into spasm.

Naturally...John had a climax every time, sometimes it took him five minutes from plugging himself into me until he climaxed and sometimes it took him twenty minutes or more and I never knew why there was a difference.

I'd sat up and taken my nighty off and lay back down on my back, this was a major change to our standard marital procedure, I'd never been totally naked in bed before, not even on our wedding night. Once back in position in the bed, I slipped my left hand under John's right ribcage, pushed down to his right hip and I applied upward pressure, encouraging him to roll on top of me, that was definitely a massive first for me, I was actually initiating the fuck for the first time.

John took position and his cock slipped all the way in without any drag at all.

John set up a steady rhythm and then I made another small change, I lifted my feet and hooked them over his calves, that little movement, that small alteration to my position changed John's angle of attack and I started to climax after five minutes and because I was so slippery inside this time, when I started my climax, John was nowhere close.

An accidental consequence to my subtle change of position caused my pussy to roll as my long leg muscles started to contract, I started fucking up into John for the first time, that and the fact that I was climaxing took John over the edge as well.

John stopped fucking me but I was still climaxing, still fucking up into him and so keeping his own climax going a little longer than usual and then I made another change to our standard marital act, I asked John if that was okay for him.

"Fucking hell Vicky...I want you to read more dirty stories if they have that effect on you...that was absolutely mind-blowing, especially when you took over and made me cum faster."

Well, that gave me a smile of pride. After sex there would usually be a kiss and then we'd roll over in bed and go to sleep back to back, nothing had ever been said before after sex...well, nothing about the actual act anyway, there might have been occasions in the past where John might have asked me what I was doing the next day after we'd just fucked and had our after fuck kiss or I might ask John if he had set the alarm clock but it would be as if the actual sex act hadn't happened.

On Saturday morning I was woken by the front door bell, I thought, 'Who the hells is that waking me up this early on a Saturday morning?'

I looked at the clock, it was ten o'clock and John wasn't at my side but the bell rang again. I rolled out of the bed and caught my reflection in the mirror, I smiled at my nakedness, I hadn't chickened out in the middle of the night and pulled my nighty on to cover my body, even though I had to go to the toilet at five o'clock, I'd walked all the way to the bathroom and back in the nude and it wasn't all that dark either, at this time of the year it only gets dark for an hour or so in the middle of the night.

I went to the bedroom window and peeled the curtain back an inch, the milk van was parked in front of my house and Tom the milkman was standing back from the front door, looking up at my bedroom window. He saw me peeking through the gap in the curtains and he called out, "Milk-o Mrs Clarke!"

I had a shiver of excitement run through my body because I was still totally naked and I had no idea just how much Tom had seen from my front drive but he had seen enough to know that it was me and not John that had looked out at him.

I pulled my nighty on over my head and then I looked at my reflection, I could see the two targets in front of my breasts and the dark triangle covering my pussy...I was feeling brave but not that brave so I pulled my dressing gown on top, still quite sexy and risqué but not obscene or should that be erotic?

I opened the front door and Tom handed me my two pints of milk, "How much is it this month Tom?"

Tom checked his book, "Erm...that will be just forty pounds and twenty seven pence please Mrs Clarke!"

"Check be okay Tom?"

"That will do fine Mrs 'C', I don't have a credit card reader yet!"

I left Tom standing on the doorstep while I wrote out a check for him, I also found two empty milk bottles in the kitchen. Before I returned to the front door he called out to me, "Where's Mr Clarke today darling?"

I looked through the kitchen door and along the passageway to the front door, I'd been bending over the kitchen table to write out the check. Another shiver ran through my body, again, I had no idea exactly what Tom had seen as I was bending over the table but there was a very lascivious grin on his face.

I called back, "He's playing football this morning at the 'Boot and Shoe Social club in Northampton I think!"

I handed over the check and the two empty bottles to Tom and then I closed the front door, I went into the living room, opened the curtains and the two little top windows at the front of the house, I watched Tom pop my two empty bottles into the crates on the back of his lorry, then he walked down Simon and Anna's drive to knock on her front door.

I didn't hear the doorbell or the door knock but I did hear Anna asking Tom if he'd like a cup of coffee.

"I'd love one darling, I'm parched!"

The sound insulation between our house and Anna's was notoriously bad, I expected to hear mumbling between our living room walls if Tom and Anna had walked through the living room to the kitchen, Anna had opted for a kitchen dining room rather than two separate rooms like us so I would have expected to hear something at least as I didn't have the TV on and neither did Anna.

My curiosity was piqued, I unlocked my back door and stepped out into the back yard, when the houses were built, they put boundary fences between the gardens, or what the builders laughingly called fences, just three foot long round stakes hammered into the ground with two strands of galvanised steel wires stapled to one side. The house with the wooden stakes on their side owned the fence and the house with the galvanised steel wire on their side didn't. not that we were allowed to do anything about those fences for the next ten years, there was a covenant on the deeds of the houses that no alterations could be made to the look of the estate for the first ten years, we couldn't even put up a washing line for that ten years either.

I looked into Anna's kitchen dining room, it was empty, I could even see a little of the living room, that looked empty as well...I was a little confused, if Anna was giving Tom a coffee, she should have been in the kitchen!

I went up to my bedroom to get changed, I stripped off and looked in my wardrobe, I found my usual white utilitarian granny knickers and full cup bra but I couldn't find the blouse that I was looking for, I snapped my fingers, I'd washed my blouse but I hadn't ironed it, it would be in my box bedroom waiting for me to pluck up the courage to dig down into my clean laundry basket.

I stepped into my second bedroom and was surprised to hear an Anna like sound, "Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh!" coming through the dividing wall. I knew exactly what the sound was, I'd been making that same sound ten hours earlier but I was under my husband making that same sound, not my milkman and I was in the master bedroom, not the second bedroom.

I could have just chosen a different blouse...a blouse that was already ironed and waiting to be worn in my bedroom but I stopped in the back bedroom and ironed my black blouse as well as a white skirt while I listened to Anna running through her climax...her very noisy orgasm. I dressed while Anna went through her end game and then I heard Tom ask, "Will Simon be working next Saturday?"

Anna said, "No, he's off next Saturday so even if his car isn't here, he could still be around at any point in the day next...shit...SHIT! you fucked me so hard that you've triggered my period, just look at this mess, I'll have to change this bed now and quickly...here, help me take the bottom sheet off and turn the mattress over!"

There was another sound too, the sound of Tom laughing at Anna as she panicked.

I would never have imagined that a woman like Anna Glover would do something like commit adultery, especially with a man like our milkman and doubly especially in her own home...at least she had the good grace to use their spare bedroom instead of their marital bed...that thought made yet another shiver run through my body, I let my eyes flicker over to the mirror, I had expected my face to be a little red and it was but what really shocked me was the fact that my nipples were both standing to attention, so hard, that they had managed to show through my thick bra as well as my cotton blouse.

I heard the sound of, "Milk-o Mrs Deacon!"

I looked out of my bedroom window, Tom was across the other side of the road knocking on doors. The sound of Anna's washing machine rumbled into view, it was funny really, even on low, the TV would drown out the sounds of general living from the Glover house...actually, in the week, the sound of traffic running behind Mrs Deacon's house would drown out most of it too.

John pulled onto the drive, I ran down the stairs to greet him as he walked through our front door. John was looking across the road, Tom had moved on to Mr Abercrombie's house, John smiled and mumbled, "You won't get any joy there Tom!"

I gave John a strange look, "You didn't say that loud enough for Tom to hear you darling!"

John took another look at Tom, "He doesn't need to hear me, it looks like he's already gotten lucky..." John looked up and down the street, "...probably the new woman at number two...she looks like a bit of a wild woman!"

John's attention was dragged back to our end of the street by the sound of a front door closing, he looked at Anna, "Morning Anna...your Simon left early this morning."

"He was on a run to Sleaford, he wanted to try and get ahead of the Skegness traffic so he left early!"

"Going anywhere nice Anna?"

"Just as far as the village shop."

"Ahhh-well, have fun!"

I closed the front door behind John, "Could be Anna..."

John laughed, "Simon works for the Milk Marketing Board, he collects milk from all over the district, I think he gets all of their milk straight from the tap as it were!"

Well, that gave me something to think about, Anna didn't even take Tom's milk but she did let him screw her.

John kissed me and said, "Anyway...Tom's Anna's big brother..." John shook his head, "...I can't imagine Tom screwing his own baby sister."

I spotted a carrier bag behind John's back, "What's in the bag darling?"

John handed it over to me, "Its because of last night...you know...me telling the guys that you didn't even own a bikini...well, I guess that I picked these up so that I wouldn't have to say that again!"

He gave me an awkward grin as he handed the bag over. I tipped the contents out onto the seat of the sofa, two brand new bikini sets. One of the sets could have been described as conservative and the other a little more...well...sexually provocative. The package described the second set as 'French Cut', the bikini bottoms looked like thongs and the top looked like a half cup. The conservative bikini was a gold lame and the French cut one was fire engine red.

John said, "Would you try one of them on for me please darling?"

I nodded my head.

John smiled at me, "I'll make you a coffee while you get changed!" John looked towards the stairs when he said 'Get changed' because, every time I got changed, I would go up to the bedroom or bathroom whenever I got changed.

John walked through to the kitchen and filled the coffee maker, he came back into the living room, I was already standing in my bra and knickers, I was facing the large living room window, I'd frozen because Tom had returned to his van, I knew that he wouldn't be able to see me through the net curtains, especially if the dining room door was closed.

John came up behind me and he kissed the back of my neck and unfastened the back of my bra. I was staring at Tom as he pulled away from the front of my house, I was now standing in just my knickers, the first time in living memory that I'd been so naked in any room but a bedroom or bathroom. I pulled the cups of the bikini top over my breasts and John reached under my arms to collect the bottom strap to fasten it behind my back.

I turned to face John and collected a kiss on my lips as I pushed my granny knickers down, the kiss continued through my shimmy to make my knickers fall to the floor. I pulled my lips off of John's and stepped into the bikini bottoms, they were almost as full as my granny knickers.

John took my right hand and he used it to turn me in a full circle in front of him, "You look fantastic, how does it feel?"

I looked down at myself, "It feels okay, the material is actually thicker than my normal underwear and it covers as much so it is okay!"

The coffee maker pinged to tell John that it had finished brewing the coffee, he still had a hold of my right hand and he pulled me into the kitchen, I was staring at the kitchen window, no net curtains at that window to protect me, John took the grounds hopper out of the coffee maker while my eyes scanned the four houses that backed onto ours, four houses, sixteen windows that all had a sightline into our kitchen where I was now standing wearing just a bikini.

John knocked the grounds out of the hopper into our compost caddy at the side of the sink, he gave me a sideways look, "Would you take the compost caddy to the compost bin for me darling?"

I looked at him, "What, in my bikini?"

"Please darling...you've been really brave so far, just be a little braver for me...please!"

I picked the compost caddy up and opened the back door, I stepped out of the back door, the four houses that I could be seen from jumped from four to six, from sixteen windows to twenty-four...by three paces from the back door, that number jumped from six to eleven, twenty-four windows jumped to forty-four. I walked slowly to the bottom of the garden, my eyes flickering from window to window to try and spot someone looking at me.

I lifted the lid on the compost bin, to be honest, it wasn't a very good compost, it was mainly coffee grounds or tealeaves, very little vegetable matter or fibre...I knocked the caddy inside the compost bin to deposit the contents into the bin, "Anna...are you there...Anna?"

I spun on my heels, Simon was just leaving his kitchen, he gave me a second and then a third look and then he walked over to what we laughingly called our boundary fence, "Vicky, have you seen Anna around this morning?"

"About ten minutes ago, she was going to the village shop for something."

"That's impossible..." Simon was inspecting my body, his eyes flicking from my breasts down to my fanny and back again, over and over again, "...we did our big shop yesterday, she couldn't possibly have forgotten...she couldn't possibly need anything already!"

John stepped out of the kitchen at that moment, "Morning Simon, you're home early, Anna said that you were doing the Sleaford run today!"

It took Simon an age to pull his eyes off of me and look over to John, "Erm...well, that was the plan, but I got called back, I'm in the small van at the moment...I thought I'd pop in and see Anna on my way to Wellingborough, pop in and have a coffee or tea with her."

I looked at John, he had a lecherous grin on his face, "I've just made a fresh jug of coffee Simon, you can have one with us...why don't you pop into our shed and grab the picnic table and three chairs while I fetch the coffee, we can have it out here in the back garden, in the sun."

I went into the shed first and grabbed our picnic table and left Simon to bring the three folding chairs out. I set up the round folding table in the centre of the lawn and Simon unfolded and placed three chairs at six, nine and twelve o'clock. John came out with the tray, John gestured for Simon to sit at the six o'clock position and John took the twelve o'clock, leaving me the nine o'clock position. Coffees were poured out and we all sat down to drink.

Simon started the conversation with, "I thought that I heard somewhere that Vicky didn't own a bikini John."

John took his cup of coffee in his left hand and his right hand slipped down onto my left knee. Simon spotted the movement and he glanced casually to his left and down into my lap, just as John pulled my knees apart, pulling my left leg against his right knee.

"Up until five minutes ago she didn't own one, I bought her two new bikinis this morning in town...but where did you hear that Vicky didn't even own a bikini?"

Simon grinned, "I think I heard something last night, I could hear your poker game in my kitchen...there wasn't anything on the telly last night so my house was in silence...it's amazing what you can hear through the walls in these new houses."

I looked down in my lap, John was stroking his fingertips from close to my pussy to my knee and back again, I could see wisps of my pubic hair peeking around the crotch of my bikini bottoms...the hairs on view were from my labia rather than my pussy mound, I wondered just exactly what Simon could see from his angle.

Simon was interested in John's poker night, he even said, "I'm sure that my Anna would serve chips and dips in a bikini or sexy underwear to spice the game up a little and if you had a sixth man, you could still play five handed, even if one player was distracted!"

There was the sound of Simon's back gate slamming shut and Anna hove into view from the side of their house.

Simon looked at John, "Thanks for the coffee and everything..." Then Simon changed his viewpoint and he looked at Anna, "...what did you forget from the shops last night darling?"

Anna opened her shopping bag and tilted it towards Simon, "I didn't need these last night and discovered first thing that I suddenly did need them and it isn't anything that I could have planned for, I'm a week early!"

Simon stepped over the low fence, back into his own back garden and he grabbed Anna's hand and pulled her towards their kitchen.

John gave me a confused look.

"I think that Anna came on her period unexpectedly this morning and had to go out and buy some tampons or panty liners from the village shop!"

John shook his head, "You got all that just from what Anna said to Simon?"

I pointed to their drain, water was pouring out of the kitchen waste pipe but Anna and Simon hadn't got into the kitchen, "When Anna came on, she messed the bed and had to put the bottom sheet into the washing machine before Simon got home, looking at the colour of the water, it has just finished the wash cycle...the next lot of waste water will be a little cleaner, it will be rinse water!"

Simon seemed to be backing into the edge of their sink, his back to us. John said, "I wonder what they're doing in there?"

I pushed myself out of my seat and walked over to my boundary fence, there was a plant with one dead flower head on it, I pinched the dead head out of the plant and John came up behind me, his hands were on my hips. We could both see that Anna was kneeling in front of Simon, he was holding her head in his hands and she was rocking back and forth, John whispered, "She's giving him a blow-job, you could be right, she probably is on the rag or they'd be fucking!"

We moved back into our house, "Will you try the other bikini on for me now please Vicky?"

I unfastened the bikini top and dropped it to the seat on the sofa and then I picked up the package with the French cut bikini in it, while I was opening the package, John came up behind me and started fondling my bare breasts from behind me, he kissed the back of my neck and then he whispered into my ear, "What do you think of blow-jobs darling?"

The second bikini top was a halter type, I pulled the thin string over my head and placed the cups over my tits, John took over the back strap and fastened it for me, I had to fan the cups out a little to cover as much of my breasts as possible.

I shrugged my shoulders, "To be honest with you, I've never thought of doing anything like that and you've never asked me to...so I just assumed that you weren't interested in it either...I just thought that you were happy with what we did!"

John instantly jumped onto the back foot as I pulled my bikini bottoms down, "I'm happy with everything that we do, last night was lovely, you took a little control, you chose to strip off totally for the first time and you pushed me on top of you and then took over and got me off faster by fucking up into me...I've never asked you for a blow-job because you failed the blow-job test when we first met!"

I was turning the new bikini bottoms in my hands, trying to work out how to get into them without breaking the spider's web thin straps that made up the back and sides of the knickers, I repeated, "Blow-job test...what does that mean? I mean, I know about blow jobs, girls at school talked about it all the time, they gave their boyfriends a blow-job if the boy wanted sex but the girl was worried about getting pregnant."

I stepped into the bikini bottom and then laughed.

"What was that laugh for?"

I was just remembering Emily Kline, she always said that she gave boys a blow-job if she didn't like them enough to want to kiss them, having their cock in her mouth stopped them wanting a kiss!" I laughed again.

"What is the blow-job test?"

It was John's turn to laugh this time, "Well, when we French kiss, I stick my tongue in your mouth and you reciprocate, girls who are interested in giving a bloke a blow-job will suck on his tongue...when I put my tongue in your mouth you were just passive, you let me do it but didn't suck on my tongue so I assumed that you weren't interested."

"They should tell us things like that at school, girls should be told what boy's funny little ways mean!"

John laughed, "It would help us boys as well if girls had lessons in blow-jobs at school!"

I settled the side straps from my bikini bottoms over my hips the way that they were supposed to be worn and then I looked down at the crotch of the French style bikini bottoms, "You wouldn't be able to do what you did in the other bikini pants in these, Simon would have been able to see my pussy if you had opened my legs that wide on the seat."

I spotted movement, John's tail wagged inside his chinos at me telling him that I knew that he was showing me off to Simon and that if he did it in this bikini, Simon would have seen inside my body.

John took my hand again and he turned me slowly in front of him but rather than a full three-sixty degree turn, when my back was to him he stopped me and started to fondle and stroke my exposed buttocks and there was a hell of a lot of buttocks on display for him to touch.

I looked over my shoulder, John wasn't looking at me, he was looking towards the back garden wistfully, "Yes, I suppose that this bikini wouldn't be safe around here, it's the kind of thing that you might wear on a foreign holiday where no one would know you!"

As he finished his statement, he looked me in the eye and smiled but not a happy smile, it was more of a sad smile.

"Would you like me to go out into the back garden wearing this bikini as well?"

The sadness disappeared from John's smile, his face brightened up but then he looked a little more confused, "Would you...would you really. I agree with you that it is really too revealing to wear around here where everyone knows you, I wouldn't ask you to do it...but..."

I kissed him to stop him digging the hole he was in and then I walked through the dining room, through the kitchen and out into the back garden again. I walked to the boundary fence between us and Robert Appleton's house, he was an elderly gentleman, he had been a lawyer with a practice in London until he retired, sold everything up and moved into our sleepy little village on his own, from snippets of conversation we'd had over the garden wires...sorry, fence, it seemed that he was married until he retired and suddenly his wife decided to be his ex-wife, she took half of his money and moved to Southern Spain.

I plucked the dead and dying heads from a few plants and walked to the bottom of the garden to the compost bin. I was just replacing the lid when a voice from behind me said, "I don't think that you're really dressed for gardening Mrs Clarke!"

"Oh hi Mr Appleton...I thought that you were in Spain this week!"

"Oh please call me Robert Mrs Clarke."

"Then you must call me Vicky or Victoria Robert...so what happened in Spain?"

"Well, I got there...I turned up at my wife's solicitor's office only to find that Dawn had buggered off to Italy with her latest girlfriend so there seemed little point in my hanging around in a place that I hate!"

I looked at our plastic picnic set, the table and three chairs, I gestured to it, "Would you like to join us for a coffee Robert...perhaps a sandwich for your lunch as well."

I walked over to the seat that Simon had sat at earlier and just pulled it back a little as Robert was saying, "I couldn't possibly impose..."

"Nonsense Robert, good or bad, we're neighbours now...we have to stick together!"

I went back into the kitchen, John was standing there watching my interaction with Robert in the garden with a grin on his face.

"I've offered Robert a cup of coffee and a sandwich."

"I see you suggested the seat that Simon was sitting in to Robert..." John raised his eyebrows twice suggestively, "Does that mean that you've changed your mind about me showing you off in that bikini?"

I just smiled at him and started making sandwiches, a few ham, a few cheese and the three cold fingers of pizza from last night as well as the chips and dips that were left over and while I was doing that, John made three cups of coffee and took them out.

I carried a large plate stacked with food and three small side plates for us to use and returned to the back garden. John was sitting in the twelve o'clock position, Robert had taken my suggestion of the six o'clock place, leaving the nine o'clock seat for me between the two men.

I actually sat down with my legs wide open, my left knee was touching John's right leg. I felt the string gusset of the bikini knickers slip into the cleft between my labia and was forced to close my eyes as a shudder ran through my body as the backs of John's fingers brushed up against my labia as he stroked my inner thigh from my knee to the top of my leg.

When my eyes opened after the shudder of excitement wore off, I looked into Robert's eyes, he was looking between my legs as he ate a ham sandwich through grinning lips.

John said, "So how long ago did your wife decide that she was a lesbian then Robert?"

Robert looked from my pussy to John's face, "It must have been about six years ago now!"

John's eyes flashed to mine and then back at Robert, "What have you been doing for the last six years?"

Robert looked from John's face to my eyes and then to my cunt...pausing momentarily at my breasts on the way, "Well, you know, there are women around who will provide a service at a price!"

John looked at me again and then he said, "Oh, you use prostitutes then...any local...I mean, are there any in our area or do you end up going into the city to the red light district?"

A smile grew across Robert's face, "It's a little unusual to be discussing this kind of thing in front of a happily married woman like Vicky!"

John bit down on the inside of his cheek to kill the smile that was growing across his own face, the backs of his fingers were touching my labia again but he wasn't stroking back towards my knee, his hand was static...well, I say static, he was gently moving his fingers up and down a little, just moving his knuckles gently over the hairs of my labia.

"Well Robert, Vicky is fed up of us men having conversations behind her back, she'd rather know what's going on than be kept in the dark!"

Robert nodded his head, he actually looked impressed as he said, "Well, there are a few women who live very close to us who will give hand or oral relief for a small fee but they don't have a place of...erm...shall we say business! If I want the comfort of a bedroom or full sex, that's a little more expensive and I have to go into town but not the red light district, the police film everyone going about their business in that area of the city."

John gave me another little rub on my magic lamp before saying, "So...interesting...where do you find the local women and how much do they charge you?"

Robert was watching John's knuckles moving almost imperceptibly up and down against my exposed labia, "There are at least four local women who look after truckers in the large lay-bys up on the 'A6', they drive over there or even walk to the nearby one and they charge twenty-five pounds for hand and fifty for a blow-job."

John laughed, "No wonder our lay-bys are so popular with the foreign truckers!"

Robert nodded his head in agreement, he had just finished eating a cheese sandwich when his mobile phone rang, he walked away from us talking on his phone and then he returned, he thanked us for the food and coffee, he leaned over me and kissed me on my cheek, "It's a pity I have to run, my wife's Spanish layer has just phoned me, he sent me a fax twenty minutes ago and he was waiting for me to sign it and send it back to him but I've got to read through it carefully first!"

We went back into the house, John popped the knuckle of his middle finger into his mouth, "Mmmm, you were soaking wet out there, you taste delicious...would you have ever imagined that a man like Robert Appleby would be paying some of our neighbours to wank him off or to suck his cock for him?"

I shook my head, "Do you think that those women do it in the trucks?"

John looked thoughtful for a moment, "Well, I guess so, I mean all of those continental trucks have sleep cabs...but then...Robert uses them and he doesn't have a sleep cab in his car...I wonder where he goes with them? He certainly doesn't bring them home with him!"

John was suddenly distracted by something out in the street, "I wonder where he's going?"

I turned quickly to look out of the window, Robert Appleton was crossing the road and walking towards the turning circle for our little cul-de-sac, the road didn't go through but it lead down to a footpath, to the right along that path was the primary school and further along, the village centre...to the left was the main 'A6', the end of the path was a bus stop for the express bus service to Kettering or Wellingborough, cross the road and you could catch the express bus to Northampton or Bedford and Robin was already crossing the road so he was walking towards the main road.

John said, "Have you got a dress handy to wear?" With a sense of urgency in his voice!

"There's one in the laundry basket waiting to be washed."

"Is it dirty?"

"Not really, I only wore it for a few hours yesterday!"

"Go and put it on quickly, I want to follow Robert, see where he goes!"

I didn't question my husband...I was so turned on that I actually wanted to see what he was up too as well so I ran into the kitchen and pulled the dirty dress on over my head.

John was already at the front door holding it open as I ran through the house. As I stepped out onto the drive, Robert was just turning to the left onto the footpath up to the main road.

My mind was racing ahead, the path went past the side of the last house on the left, the house and then its back garden...fifty feet or so and then there was a block of woodland to act as a sound break between the main trunk road and our small development, the wood had been fenced off many years before our houses were built while the developers were fighting the planning department for permission to build. The planners didn't want the one hundred and fifty acre wood turning into a sprawling housing estate so they blocked the application at every turn. In the eight years that it took for the developers to force their plans through, they had harvested one hundred and forty acres of the woodland, just selling the oak trees netted them more than they had paid for the land in the first place, all the developers left was two acres of woodland to act as the sound barrier between the main road and our new estate.

We started out running but I had to stop, "I can't run wearing this bikini top, I'll give myself a black eye!"

John looked at the way my tits were bouncing and he laughed, "Yes, you're right, that bikini doesn't give much coverage or support...lovely, isn't it!"

I punched his shoulder playfully and we stopped running and returned to a walk, a fast walk. We turned the corner onto the path, the builders had given the house at the side of the path a solid wooden fence that was six feet and six inches tall. I stopped in my tracks, "Where the hell did he go?"

We could see all the way to the main road about three hundred yards away, Robert was less than one hundred yards away when we left home and he was walking at a normal pace, we should have gained on him a little but he was gone.

John pulled me to start me moving again, we walked to the end of the back fence of number twenty-five...well, we called it twenty-five but the owners took the number off of the front door and replaced it with a plaque declaring that the house was 'Cedar Cottage', they even painted their wooden fence with cedar wood treatment to make it look a reddish brown colour.

John stopped this time, right on the corner post of the back fence of Cedar Cottage, the fence around the wood didn't quite meet up with the fence around the house, there was a gap, just wide enough to squeeze through, "Well, I'll be damned, look at that!"

John was pointing down at the ground just beyond the wire-link fence...the ground on the other side of the fence was trodden down into a path between the dense underbrush running at a forty-five degree angle from the footpath. I'd walked past that spot a thousand times and had never seen that path into the wood before.

John raised his eyebrows, I think that is why we lost sight of Robert...shall we?"

John gestured for me to squeeze through the gap between the two fences and he followed, from the footpath and the houses, the woods looked like an impenetrable mass of bushes and trees grown up over centuries but after around twenty yards, it opened out to an area crisscrossed by informal pathways, almost every scrap of the underbrush gone, trampled down by thousands of truckers looking for a little privacy to make their toilet. We stopped again, Robert had stopped just short of the lay-by, there were three trucks in the lay-by, one had its curtains closed and there were sounds of sex emanating from the drivers open window in the truck.

I shook my head, I'd never heard anyone fucking in my life before today and now, in just a few hours, I could hear my second woman being fucked. My eyes were fixed on the open window just above Robert's head, the curtain flapping in the slight summer breeze but John was looking around the woodland. We were standing at the side of a wide open space, there was a ring of blackened stones forming a fire pit surrounded by plastic milk and beer crates, turned upside down to act as seats. John pulled me away from my spot, pulled me in the opposite direction to the main footpath to a little more secluded area where less of the underbrush had been trodden down so that we had a little more privacy.

As we got into position, I heard the woman in the truck's sleep cab climax reach its sound peak and then there was silence, like a TV being turned off.

We stood in silence for a few minutes, I gave John a confused look, he placed his lips against my ear and whispered, "The whore's probably getting dressed."

There was a clunk, the truck driver's door popped open and a young woman climbed down out of the cab, I spotted her face and pressed my lips against John's ear, "I think that woman lives on Ash Close, the house with the caravan in the front garden...I think she has three kids, all at the local primary school.

Robert spoke, "Hello Rebecca...a little quiet here today at the moment!"

Rebecca looked out into the lay-by, when we first arrived there was three trucks in the lay-by on our side of the road and the lay-by on the other side was empty, now there was only the truck that Rebecca had been working in left, Rebecca nodded her head, "Very quiet now but it should pick up this afternoon!"

Robert greeted her with a hug and said, "How about a little discount as it's quiet?"

Rebecca looked around again, she smiled at Robert's cheek, "How about forty quid for a blow-job?"

Robert smiled and nodded his head, I watched him hand over the money and then he and Rebecca moved a little further away from the road, as they walked along, Rebecca picked up a milk crate and carried it with her. They used a thin screen of underbrush to cover their trysting place from the road, Rebecca placed the milk crate on the ground and she sat on it, John shuffled us a few feet further away from the road as well and suddenly, we had a perfect sight-line to the spot that Robert and Rebecca had stopped in.

Our new position was narrower than our old one, we couldn't stand side by side, John pushed me forward a little and he stood behind me.

Rebecca sat in front of Robert, she unfastened his trousers and then pushed them and his underpants down to his knees...John whispered in my ear, "Poor old bugger, looking at you in your bikini earlier has just cost him forty quid...wow, I wasn't expecting that. Robert has a good looking cock for a man of his age...he's at least an inch longer than me...perhaps not quite as fat as mine though!"

I was speechless, Robert was at least twenty years older than John but his cock looked massive compared to the cock that was pressing against my backside at that exact moment. Rebecca handled Robert's cock like a pro...she gripped it in her fist and rubbed her hand up and down his cock a few times, then she looked closely at his cockhead, rubbed the palm of her hand over it and then leaned her head forward and took his cock into her mouth.

She stopped when there was still three inches of his cock between her lips and his pubic hair, John whispered, "The head of his cock is pressing against her throat, I wonder if she will use her hand and her mouth to get him off or if she's professional enough to do it all just with her mouth?"

I could see the signs of strain on Rebecca's face, she was slowly shaking her head from side to side as if she was saying 'No!' but then she lifted her chin slightly, then lowered it again and there was a little jump in her head, her upper lip crashing into his pubic hair as her bottom lip hit his balls and then everything was still until Robert started rocking from side to side, raising up on the tips of his toes and falling back on to his heels.

John was playing with my tits from behind my back, he pulled my bikini top up under my dress so that my tits fell out and the bikini top pinged up under my chin, "It looks to me like she's swallowing, using her throat muscles like a hand to wank him off inside her throat.

Sex hadn't reared its head outside of our bedroom before...I could honestly say that I believed that no one else in the world had sex but me and John, just because I never saw anything and all of a sudden, sex was out there and I was watching two of my neighbours having oral sex out in the open...well, open-ish, only separated from the rest of the world by a thin line of underbrush in a small wood.

John whispered, "How would you like to try that?"

There was a body quake running through me because John asked me that question and as soon as I was able to talk again I said, "What do you mean...suck your cock for you?"

John laughed, "Well, I'd love it if you sucked my cock but no, what I was asking was, how would you like to try sucking Robert's cock for him, especially like that!"

"You'd be too jealous for me to do something like that with another man!"

John laughed again, his hand were on the move now, down my body to my hips, his hands were still on the outside of my dress but as he touched my hips, the stupidly thin waistband of my new bikini bottoms catapulted them down to my ankles, "I'm not the jealous type, I shared a few of my ex-girlfriends before I met you...shared them with my university mates, especially my old roommate, he screwed Helen more often than I did in the end...that's why he married her after we broke up."

Robert took my attention again, he was getting close to his climax and he was verbalising, talking nonsense, foul and dirty words because he was getting close to his pleasure zone but I wasn't so distracted that I didn't feel John pulling the bottom of my dress up, exposing my hips.

"Steady yourself against the tree Vicky and bend forward a little."

John entered me from behind just as Robert finally climaxed, only the second time that he had been able to enter me without juicing me up first with his fingers inside my body to get me ready for his cock. I gasped as John's cock hit my cervix hard, he moved his right hand off of my breast and covered my mouth to silence me as he fucked me hard.

I had been distracted by Robert and Rebecca finishing their business transaction, I hadn't realised that I was, to all intents and purposes, totally naked in the small woodland buffer zone just three hundred yards from my own front door, my arms and shoulders were still in my dress but all the rest of the material was gathered around my neck and the back of my head.

Robert was walking back towards the corner of the back fence of Cedar Cottage and Rebecca was walking towards the lay-by so it didn't matter how much noise I made now so John's hand slipped back off of my mouth but it didn't return to my breast, it slipped further down and started to massage my clitoris as he fucked me from behind.

Two lorries pulled into the lay-by in quick succession, the first picked Rebecca up and closed its curtains to do a little business and the one that followed it into the lay-by spat its Spanish driver out into our hiding place, he was looking for a place to take a piss and as he walked towards us, I jerked my bum backwards to dislodge John...I stood up and shook my shoulders making my dress fall back into place down my body.

The foreign driver must have seen more than I wanted him to see, there was a massive grin on his face as he closed in on us, he said, " hey baby, si has terminado con él, ¿cuánto por sexo completo en mi camioneta?"

I was on the move, I had started out pulling John by the hand but he stopped to pick up my bikini bottoms. He caught me up where the path narrowed twenty-five yards or so from the rear fence of Cedar Cottage. I hadn't realised that my bikini top could clearly be seen gathered up by my chin, John opened the back clasp and pulled the top over my head.

"What do you think he said?"

John laughed out loud, "He thought that you were one of the prostitutes, I think he was asking you to join him in his cab if you had finished your business with me!"

There was that damned shudder again because all I was wearing was a thin summer dress out in public with nothing on under it and I was about to step out onto a public footpath, just a few yards from my own front door.

I was walking quite quickly, there was a ghostly feeling of John's cock still in my pussy as if he was still in there but really, it was just my labia minor rubbing together inside my vagina as I walked...strangely enough, it was something that I'd never felt before, I looked down my body, my nipples were swollen and standing to attention and I wondered if my labia had swollen as well.***

It felt to me like every window on our street had someone standing at it looking at me, watching me walking out in the street almost naked...judging me, judging my every step, knowing that I was on the very edge of an orgasm with every step I took.

I opened our front door and ran into the house with John hot on my heels, we got involved in a passionate kiss with the front door wide open, John pushed his tongue into my mouth and for the first time, rather than just standing there while he licked around the inside of my mouth, I actually sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth.

There was a shocked look on John's face as he pulled his tongue out of my mouth, "Really?"

I nodded my head, "But you'll have to be patient with me, I'm sure to make a hash of things!"

John grinned, "I'm surprised that you want to carry on playing today after that Spanish trucker saw you naked in the wood while I was fucking you from behind...the way you took off...well, I thought you were pissed off at me for letting us get caught!"

"Do you think he saw anything?"

John gave me a serious look and he nodded his head, "So, do you want to go up to the bedroom to try sucking my cock for me or...?"

I pointed to the sofa, it was totally out of character for me, if I had the choice of a comfortable bed for sex, I would definitely take that option...before today, I'd never even been undressed in the living room so offering to try and suck John's cock in the living room was a big step forward for me.

I sat on the sofa and John shuffled up in front of me with his back to the living room window, he started to unfasten his belt but I had remembered watching Rebecca working on Robert and thought that it looked very sexy so I slapped John's hands away from his trousers, "Hands behind your back!"

John grinned at me and stood with his hands behind his back while I unfastened his belt, I rubbed my palm over the bulge in his trousers and then I popped the snap fastener on the waistband of his trousers and pulled his zip down. I could have pulled his trousers and underpants down together but I chose not to, I pulled his trousers down first and then pulled his underpants down to his knees. Remembering back to what Rebecca had done, I grasped his cock around its root in my right fist and pulled my hand up to its head, I repeated that move twice, just like Rebecca had done to Robert. I moved my hands to John's hips, again, just like Rebecca had done while I was watching her. I deviated slightly from Rebecca's show, while she just leaned in and swallowed most of his cock down in one movement, I just licked the head of his cock before I took it into my mouth.

I had always imagined that a man's cock would taste really disgusting, my friends often described the taste as disgusting when they sucked their boyfriend or husband's cock.

Even though John's cock had been in my pussy just two minutes earlier, it didn't taste at all bad so I took the next step and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I was looking up at John's face as I licked around the head of his cock inside my mouth, his face suddenly turned into a happy face, he obviously liked what I was doing to him and I didn't feel too bad either so I started to slide my mouth down the length of his cock.

"Erm Vicky darling, you should really take a hold of my cock in your hand, I know that Rebecca didn't do it that way but she is a professional, she probably does that a dozen times a day but this is your first time and I'm worried that if my cock makes you choke or feel sick, you might never want to do it to me ever again."

I was still looking up at John's face, my upper lip was now around an inch from his pubic hair and the head of his cock was touching my throat. John looked shocked, "Don't you feel like gagging?"

I shook my head and then pulled my mouth off of his cock, "I used to cough and choke a lot when I was younger when the doctor pushed that lollipop stick on the back of my tongue to look at my throat when I had tonsillitis...I had three really bad throat infections between my tenth and eleventh birthdays and they ended up taking my tonsils out and after that, I never gagged when they looked at the back of my throat."

John smiled at my answer and he moved his hands from behind his back to the sides of my head, he pulled me back into position and my mouth sank back down his cock to the point about an inch from his pubic hair where it stopped the last time, "Can I try and get in a little further?"

I nodded my head and as I was nodding, John was moving my head from side to side and suddenly my upper lip crashed into his pubic hair.

John groaned, "Bloody hell...that's fantastic..." I didn't really know what to do now, before the head of his cock slipped into my throat, I was planning on applying a little suction and moving my head back and forth to get him off as if I were wanking him but with my mouth and not my hand but as it wasn't a straight line into my throat, I didn't want to drop his cock from my throat if John was going to try to get it back in again. "...try swallowing for me!"

Well, his cock wasn't really in deep enough to make swallowing easy but I did and each time I swallowed, John gasped and groaned and verbalised, just like Robert had done as Rebecca was getting him off with her throat.

John let go of my head and he put his hands around my throat as if he was going to strangle me, "I wish I was longer, I'd love to feel my cock expanding your throat...I wish that you were sucking Robert, I'm sure that I'd be able to feel his cock going in and out of your throat...no...no, I wish you were sucking Mick Smith's cock!"

John had climaxed as soon as his hands gripped my throat and he told me that he wished I was sucking Robert's cock, after he finished shooting down into my stomach, his cock shrank a little and slipped out of my throat, the last two blasts of spunk fired off into my mouth and that's when I got the first taste of spunk in my mouth, it definitely wasn't honey but the taste wasn't too bad.

I swallowed his spunk and then I said, "Why did you say that you wished that I was sucking Mick Smith's cock rather than Robert's?"

John laughed, "Mick's cock is as long as Robert's cock or even a little longer but it is fatter than mine...I'd definitely be able to feel his cock in your throat if you gave him a deep throat.

John was congratulating me on taking his cock in my throat and then swallowing his spunk instead of spitting it out when the front door bell rang, John was still standing in front of me and I was still sucking gently on his rapidly shrinking cock, John looked over his shoulder at the living room window and I let John's cock drop from my mouth as I looked past his hip. Mick Smith was standing outside our living room window, I was okay, I wasn't exactly fully dressed but my body was totally covered by my dress but John was standing there with his trousers around his ankles and his underpants around his knees but Mick wouldn't see any of that, even though his was close to the living room window and looking closely at the frame, he wouldn't see anything in the living room because of our good quality net curtains.

John shouted out, "Coming mate...hold on!"

Unfortunately, Mick must have heard 'Come in mate!', he had already opened the front door before John got to, 'Hold on!'.

Mick was left in no doubt what John and I had just been doing, "I'm sorry mate, I thought that you told me to come in!"

Mick looked straight at me and grinned and then he was distracted by the hint of gold lame on the arm of the sofa at my side while John was still pulling his trousers and underpants up. Mick gave me a sly look, "Hey John...you definitely said last night that Vicky didn't even own a bikini..." and with that comment he picked the new bikini up, "...I'd love to see you dressed in this Vicky!"

John got a little defensive, "Last night...she didn't own a bikini, I bought her that one this morning while I was in town!"

Mick lifted the bikini bottoms to his nose and he smelled them, "You didn't wear these for very long...didn't you like them Vicky?"

"I liked it well enough..." I looked at John, he had just finished fastening his belt, "...but John bought me two bikinis this morning and he wanted to see me wearing both of them before I lost my nerve!"

Mick's grin grew, "Are you still wearing the other bikini under that dress then Vicky?"

I shook my head, "It got messed up and is in the washing basket..." I stood up and turned towards the kitchen, "...coffee Mick?"

Mick dropped my bikini back onto the arm of the sofa, "I'd rather see you wearing this bikini than have a cup of coffee darling!"

I looked over my shoulder and gave John a questioning look, he raised his eyebrows as well as his shoulders, John obviously mistook my questioning look for my usual standby position whenever Mick flirted with me, a look of anger and I knew that Mick was flirting with me because he called me darling rather than using my name.

I walked into the kitchen and heard the football starting up on the TV.

John joined me in the kitchen before the coffee machine started boiling and spitting the boiling water into the coffee grounds in the filter pot, "I'm sorry about Mick darling, he's like a dog with a bone...and from what he was telling us last night, he hasn't had the opportunity to use that bone for two weeks!"

"You mean when he screwed his sister-in-law, Pauline?"

John nodded his head, it's just a pity he came back today before we've had a chance to discus things...don't let Mick's crass behaviour put you off experimenting with me!"

Do you think that it made me mad that Mick wouldn't stop going on about wanting to see me wearing that bikini?"

"Well...it certainly looked like you were getting that way to me!"

"Well, I wasn't, I was trying to see if you'd give me some kind of clue, you know, did you want me to wear the bikini for Mick or not?"

John's cock suddenly sprang to attention inside his trousers just from my implication that it was up to him if I dressed in a bikini for his friend. John was definitely excited and then there was a hint of panic, "Wouldn't it put you off if I'm here...what I mean is...I mean, last night I had the fantasy that you would dress up in a bikini while there were the five of us playing poker...I mean, you would have felt safer in the group but with just me and Mick here, well, I thought that you might feel awkward?"

"Are you suggesting that I might want you to leave me and Mick on our own in the house...and with me dressed in just a bikini?"

"God I'm sorry if that's how it sounded darling, I'd love you to dress in the bikini for me and Mick, I just thought that you might feel restricted because it would be just me and Mick on our own with you, this isn't the first time we’ve played this little game darling, there is a standing rule that no one touches anything that is covered up and the woman is the only one that's allowed to uncover herself!"

I thought about that comment for a moment, "Just how often have you two played this game?"

John gave me a sly grin, "We haven't played for at least six years, certainly not since I met you...because you never seemed the sexually adventurous type to me but I fell in love with you anyway and asked you to marry me..." I thought that John was about to leave it at that but he just paused a long moment, "...and it isn't just the two of us that play...Paul Gamble is sometimes in the game, even Fred Ross, sometimes just two of us, sometimes three or four, it depends on how adventurous we think the woman is or how serious one of us is in her, if the woman was a one night stand, she would be fair game for everything and everything!"

"Even Brian Copoper?"

John shook his head, "No, Brian isn't really interested in playtime, he's more into watching everything from the sidelines than taking part."

"So, let me get this straight...if I dress in the bikini for you, neither you nor Mick will try to take my bikini off and neither of you will try to touch any part of my body that is covered by my bikini?"

John nodded his head, "That's right darling...look, I'll put my cards on the table, I'd love you to be totally naked in front of Mick, love it if you let Mick touch you all over, love to watch you swallow his cock like that Rebecca woman did for Robert in the wood, I'd even love to watch Mick fuck you and you'd love that too, I'm sure, once you got over the thought of it being Mick and not me screwing you but if we overstep the mark, if we try to push you too far, too fast, you wouldn't be willing to play ever again

I looked at the level of coffee in the jug, it was about half way full, it would take around ten minutes to finish brewing, "Why don't you go and fetch the bikini for me, I might change my mind if I have to go in the living room and get it myself!"

John almost ran back into the living room, so fast that he was well inside the living room before the door even started to close, Mick said, "Sorry mate...is everything okay..."

I saw John giving Mick the double thumbs up sign before he grabbed the bikini off of the arm of the sofa that Mick was now sitting on.

Mick's grin almost split his face in two and he gave John the thumbs up sign in reply. Fortunately John didn't see me looking at them when he picked the bikini up off the arm of the sofa and before he looked back into the kitchen I had turned my back on them.

I thought, 'I smell a setup here!' as John walked into the kitchen and placed the bikini on the kitchen table, John looked at the coffee machine, "Shall I look after the coffee?" as he gestured with his head towards the bikini.

I smiled at him, "No darling, you're missing the match on the TV, you go in and keep Mick company!"

I followed John to the door, just to make sure that it was closed properly and then, as the coffee was finishing off in the machine, I took my dress off and put the bikini on, I spent a few minutes combing every trace of my pubic hair under the cover of my bikini bottoms with my finger tips just so that it was out of sight.

I made three cups of coffee, I'd made Mick so many cups of coffee in the past that I didn't even need to ask him how he wanted it because he always wanted it the same way, a splash of milk and one sugar.

I put the three cups on a tray and backed into the living room...I turned as I went through the door and I realised that something was different, out of the ordinary. Mick and John watched the Saturday afternoon football on the TV almost every week during the season and every televised international match out of season and it was always the same, Mick sat on the right hand seat of the sofa and John sat on the left because the sofa was square on to the TV, I always made them coffee and while they shouted at the referee or the linesmen for making crap decisions or screamed at the players for not going in hard enough or going in too hard...I sat on the arm chair to the right of the sofa with an obscure view of the screen reading my book.

Mick was in his usual seat on the sofa and John was on the chair that I would usually have chosen to sit on.

I bent slightly to put the tray on the coffee table...actually, I deliberately bent over in front of Mick, expecting him to touch my bottom while I was putting the tray down so that John would have the chance to stop things going further if he felt jealous.

I have to say that I was shocked that Mick managed to control himself. I handed John his cup of coffee, John looked into my eyes and then he looked at the seat he usually sat in on the sofa, John was telling me to sit on the sofa next to Mick.

I looked at the other arm chair, there was a pile of old newspapers on the seat, I could have moved the papers and sat there but it looked to me like John was desperate for me to sit next to Mick so I did.

Mick looked over at me, he gave me a smile, "You know Vicky...I always thought that you were one fit..." Mick stopped short, he was fighting for the right word to use, I knew Mick well enough to know that if he was just talking to the 'Gang', his group of friends, he would have used a derogatory term.

I said, "Bitch?"

Mick laughed and shook his head. I could almost hear the gear wheels grinding in his head as he fought to find an answer.

"No...not bitch...I was weighing up between girl, woman or lady but none of them sounded quite right in my head...I always thought that you looked fantastic but now that I see you dressed in just your bikini, you are much more than that, you have fantastic tits, big and with a beautiful shape, I don't know any other women with a slimmer waist than you and your hips are sensational, you should dress sexy more often!"

Mick had turned to his left a little so he could look at my body a little more comfortably...well, comfortably for him but the way he was staring at my chest and then down between my legs didn't make me feel comfortable at all.

Mick whispered, can I kiss you please?"

I flicked a look past Mick at John, he was smiling at me and nodding his head slowly, I copied John's smile and nodding head so Mick leaned in and pressed his lips over mine, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and wiggled it around, enticing me to take the blow-job test with him or rather pass the blow-job test for him but I didn't suck on his tongue.

As his lips dropped from mine he whispered, "Well, that's a little disappointing...I'm sure that John would have loved to see you sucking my monster dick for him!"

My whispered reply was, "He probably would have but I'm sure that you want it more than him!"

John got a little worried about the whispering, because he was closer to the noise from the TV, he couldn't hear what we were whispering about, he eased himself forward in his seat and said, "Is everything okay guys?"

Mick changed his disappointed face into a smile, he looked over his shoulder at John, "Everything's good over here mate."

Mick looked back at me again, "Can I kiss your beautiful tits please?"

I pulled away from Mick...well, as far away as the arm of the sofa would allow, "John promised me that you wouldn't touch any part of my body that was covered up!"

"He's right, it is an inviolate rule of the game but there's all of this part of your breast that's exposed already."

Mick reached his right hand out, he put his hand around my throat as if he was going to strangle me, reminding me that John had done exactly the same earlier when he told me that he'd love to feel me like that with Mick's cock in my throat. Mick slid his hand down over my upper chest until his little finger touched the top of my bikini top's cup and stopped, "There is all of this much of your breasts exposed, can I kiss this much?"

I looked over at John again, he had lifted up a little in his seat to look...well, to try to look past Mick to see where he was touching me, John looked really excited even though Mick's body was in the way of what John wanted to see.

I nodded my head again and Mick took his hand off of my chest, he kissed and licked all over my upper chest, over my décolletage, coving every squire millimetre of exposed flesh. I was so turned on now, not only from what Mick was doing to me but also because John was hopping from one foot to the other as he watched his best friend kissing my body. I had to admit to myself that if Mick had pushed his hand down the front of my bikini bottoms at that moment, I wouldn't have tried to stop him...in fact, if he had asked me to strip off for him at that moment, I probably would have done it but instead of asking, he jumped past my bikini top and he started kissing over my stomach between the under band of my bikini top to the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

I really lost track of time, I was Mick's centre of attention for the whole length of a football match, John's centre of attention was both of us as he watched his friend playing with most of my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. John had to remind Mick that the game on the TV was over, "Gail will wonder what you're up to mate if you don't get off soon!"

Mick was definitely disappointed, he stood up and then he stopped, he had another idea, "If I go out into the back garden and you lock the back door, will you take your bikini off for me and let me look at you in the nude?"

I actually agreed in an instant, I would probably have taken my bikini off right there and then if asked to be honest.

I went to the front door first and locked that, remembering that Mick had just walked in earlier when he thought that John had told him to come in and then I locked the back door while Mick stood looking at me through the kitchen window. I stood there totally naked, John started stroking my body all over, he whispered, "Can I fuck you on the kitchen table while Mick watches us?"

I almost jumped onto the kitchen table and opened my legs wide for John to screw me. My eyes were fixed on Mick's from John's opening stab between my legs to my final climax in a long string of orgasms as John fucked me.

I had to run up to the bathroom to clean between my legs.

I have to say that my evening was a little bit of a letdown after an all day sexual high that started with a sound show from Anna my next door neighbour and her brother and my little excursion into exhibitionism in the back garden, the woods, my living room and then my kitchen.

John pampered me all evening long because I'd gone along with him in playing his game with Mick and John was easing me into the prospect of going a little further the next time we played the game, perhaps adding Paul Gamble into the mix with him and Mick or my taking more of my clothes off.

When bedtime came around, I slept soundly but had several very rude dreams where I had sex with almost every man I'd ever fancied in my life.

Sunday morning was another football match for John. Mick Smith, Paul Gamble and Fred Ross all played for the same Sunday league team so the poker players were all there with the exception of Brian Cooper but he didn't like playing football. I'd gone along to support the team, I didn't usually go to watch John play but he begged me...John had raided my foreign holiday clothes and dug out an outfit that I would never usually wear in England...a crop-top and mini skirt outfit that I reserved for the coastal areas of Spain, Greece or Italy and because it was such a nice day, John talked me into wearing the crop-top without a bra under it.

I spotted Gail Smith hanging around the clubhouse as the guys kicked off, she was there at the game but not to support her husband or the team. I thought, 'Sod it!' and headed over to the clubhouse. I spotted Gail talking to one of the team's sponsors, I'd seen Gail at lots of events and I realised that she was dressed a little like me. I saw hands holding, I was banging my head trying to remember the guy's name, he suddenly spotted me through the window and dropped Gail's hand and walked out to the changing room.

I walked into the clubhouse bar, Gail had a bright red face, "Sorry if I spoilt something there Gail!"

"No problem Vicky darling, just one of Mick's games...they often go wrong."

Now that piqued my interest, both John and Mick had talked about their sexual antics as their game, "What kind of game Gail?"

Gail gave me a grin, "Well, Mick and his friends are always playing games with each other's girlfriends or wives. The first game was at their poker night a few years ago, I was just walking past the door of the kitchen when Paul Gamble asked Mick if he could talk me into wearing a bikini to serve them with their chips and dips at ten o'clock..." Well that certainly rang a bell with me, "...I didn't realise it at the time but it was all part of the game, somehow, they knew that I was walking past at that exact moment, Paul asked the question and Mick told him that there was no way that I'd do it, no way that he would even ask me to do it!"

Gail gave a little titter, "You know what I'm like, I actually felt offended, I pressed my ear against the door and listened to Mick making all kinds of excuses for his reasons not to ask me or rather why I wouldn't do it if he did ask me. I actually just changed into my bikini right there and then and at ten o'clock, I served their bloody chips and dips wearing my sexiest bikini..."

I butted in at that point, "Was my John there at that game?"

Gail shook her head, "...no, John wouldn't play poker on a Sunday evening because of work in the morning, Mick, Paul Gamble, Fred Ross and Alan Fielding all work locally and they don't do dangerous jobs, Mick could almost do his job while he's asleep!"

"So, you dressed in a skimpy bikini for them, served their chips and dips, is that all that happened?"

Gail's red face told me that it wasn't all, she gestured to a table and we went over and sat down, "No, it wasn't all, I was flattered and they all flirted with me, Mick was doing the 'Old...reverse psychology' thing on me, he kept telling me that I couldn't handle things and that I should go and get changed, that it wasn't safe for me to be dressed like that in front of Paul, Alan and Fred...but to be honest, Mick always has been and always will be the worst of the bunch of them!"

I studied her face, she was embarrassed, her face was red but there was a smile on her face, I said, "And today...was that all a part of the game?"

"Well, it should have been until Ben saw you and ran for it...Ben doesn't know that Mick is okay with me playing with other men, Paul Gamble told Ben that I liked him, Paul showed Ben photographs of me and Paul having sex together and Ben made a bee line for me, when he saw you, he would have been worried that you would tell my Mick what you'd seen, even though it was just holding hands!"

"Paul Gamble had sex with you and took pictures of it?"

She gave an awkward laugh, "They all had sex with me and they all filmed each other doing me, all part of the game you see...the guys flirted with me after I served them their chips and dips, they never actually finished the game, I ended up naked, we all ended up naked and I took the place of the cards on the poker table while each one of them screwed me...I'm not proud of myself and I would never do anything with a happily married man like your John, just men who don't get what they want from their wives!"

We sat in silence for a while and then Gail said, "We may as well go out and watch the game, nothing is going to happen around here now!"

I thought for a moment, "you could wait here...I could go out and tell Ben to come back in here!"

Gail jumped in her seat, "Don't you bloody dare...for a start off, Ben would crap himself if he thought that anyone else knew what we were planning and he definitely wouldn't be happy if he thought that I'd told you what was going on...no...I'll just cut my losses, Mick will have to pick another target for me!"

"Okay, what about this...I'll just go outside, make sure that Ben sees me on the other side of the pitch, he might come back if he feels safe!"

Gail relaxed a little, "That might work...I won't get the full ninety minutes of play time but anything is a bonus!"

I was confused now, "Full ninety minutes to play, what about half time, this place will be full at half time!"

"We weren't going to actually do it in here, we were going to use the back of Mick's van!"

I left the clubhouse and went through the car park, the van that Mick used for business was an old mini bus, the massive windows were painted white up to six feet high so that no one could see in, no one could see his kit. I found a box to stand on and looked in the back of the van, all of Mick's kit had been cleared out of the van and a makeshift bed had been set up on the floor in a strange position, just a mattress and a pink and white striped bottom sheet on the floor of the van, no other bedding.

I walked around the pitch, walked behind our team's goal and said hello to William Green, our team's youngest player and a demon in goal, trying to make sure that Ben saw me, I saw a man standing out of the way, looking very suspicious in my opinion looking at the screen of his mobile phone, I deviated slightly, walked further away from the touchline but it was okay, Ben had already spotted me and he was making a bee-line for the clubhouse again.

I went around a bush and approached the man from behind, I managed to see the picture on his mobile phone's screen, it was a picture of a mattress on a floor covered in a pink and white stripped bottom sheet.

I suddenly caught movement on the screen, Gail and Ben tumbled onto the mattress, Gail was naked in a second, it took Ben a little longer, I watched the man press the 'Start recording' button on the screen and after he did that, he gave Mick the 'Thumbs up' signal.

I said, "Hello...I've seen you about a few times but I've never heard your name!"

He jumped out of his skin a little when I spoke to him and he hid his phone's screen from me.

He looked at my face and his shock turned into a smile, "I'm Alan Fielding and I know your name even though you don't come to the match very often Vicky..." Alan looked thoughtful for a moment, "...did John enjoy the game yesterday? I haven't seen any of the film of the game yet so I have no idea but you certainly look like you enjoyed it judging by the way that you're dressed today!"

There was the sound of the half time whistle and while the spectators all ran for the clubhouse, the players all dropped down onto the grass, there was a universal complaint that it was just too hot to play football at this time of the year. It should have been cricket season now but we had a bad winter and ten games had to be cancelled so they were trying to play them all after the season ended.

I found a bottle of water and took it over to John, he took a massive gulp and then told me to take the bottle over to Paul Gamble.

"Why Paul Gamble?"

John smiled, "Because he couldn't make the game yesterday so he didn't get to see your tits yesterday!"

I walked over to Paul and stood above him and handed him the bottle of water knowing full well that he was looking at my exposed tits under my crop-top.

John didn't ask but after Paul finished his drink of water, I walked over to Fred Ross and handed him the bottle while I stood there and let him look at my tits under my crop-top. None of the other players said anything but I was sure that most of them got a good look at my bare tits as I walked around selecting the three men that I gave water to and I didn't care one little bit.

I returned to John and helped him to his feet, we walked together to the team coach who had a tray of orange quarters that most of the players had little interest in. I encouraged John to take a piece of orange, "Go on, it'll help to restore a little energy and replace a few essential salts!"

I picked up an orange quarter for Mick Smith and took it over to him, he was almost flat on his back on the pitch, he looked up at me and then at John as he walked up behind me, Mick smiled and said, "Nice thong Vicky and I love your bra".

I said, HA! I'm not..."

Mick's laugh told me that he was pulling my leg, there was no way that he could have missed that I was braless under my crop-top.

"I ran out of water sorry...Paul Gamble took more than his fair share!"

"That's okay Vicky...have you met Alan Fielding?"

Mick was beckoning Alan to join us, Mick gave John a conspiratorial look, "Vicky, this is Alan Fielding, he's one of my Sunday night poker buddies..." Mick managed to make poker sound like 'Poke her!'

"I bumped into Alan just before half time...it looked like he was filming the match on his mobile phone."

Mick knew exactly what Alan had been filming on his mobile phone, "Did you remember your sunscreen today Vicky?"

I shook my head.

Mick looked over to John, "I think that Vicky is looking a little red John, she needs to get out of the sun for a while...you should take her over to the clubhouse and get her settled in out of the sun."

John checked his wrist watch, "The second half will be starting any minute."

Mick looked at Alan, "Perhaps Alan could take you somewhere in the shade...what do you think John?"

John agreed with Mick, "Might be better to be on the safe side Vicky!"

Alan placed his hand on the bare flesh in the small of my back and started guiding me towards the clubhouse. We were less than three paces away when Mick called out, "Alan, you could take Vicky to my bus...I parked it in a very shady place!"

I looked at Alan's face, he had a broad grin all across it. I managed to stop myself saying that Mick's bus was occupied but I did roll my body away from Alan's hand and went back to John.

I placed my lips against John's ear, "I think that Alan has plans..."

John jumped in with, "It's all part of the game, just go with the flow, remember, if you don't take anything off, Alan won't touch anything that's covered up."

Alan recaptured my back with his hand again and he guided me over to Mick's bus at the other side of the clubhouse building.

Just before we turned the corner and lost sight of the pitch, the referee blew his whistle again and the match started its second half. The bus was rocking from side to side, even from fifty feet away it was obvious that someone was being fucked in there.

"It looks like the bus is busy!"

Alan just smiled at me, "It's all a part of the game..." Alan placed his finger against his lips, "...shhhh!"

When we reached the back of the mini bus, Alan gripped the door handle and he called out, "We can do it in here Vick, no one will see us!"

The door was yanked open and Alan pushed me into the back of the bus.

Ben was frozen mid fuck, judging by the look on his face, he was having a heart attack. They were both totally naked on the mattress, Gail's feet were hooked together behind the small of Ben's back, her knees lifted high over his hips, she looked at me and Alan upside down and she didn't even bat an eyelid, she just dug her heels into Ben's buttocks to spur him back into action, then she did something strange, she bounced in little hops to the right of the mattress to give a space on her bed for me and Alan to join them.

Ben wasn't happy, after all, he was a sponsor of the football club and here he was, fucking a player's wife while her husband was on the pitch playing in a match. Gail kicked her heels down again, Come on Ben, it's all just a part of the game, Alan and Vicky won't say anything to Mick and we won't say anything to Alan's wife or Vicky's husband!"

Gail's comment started Ben moving again, he started out fucking her slowly and then he kicked up a gear and started rocking the bus again..Alan said "Arms up please!"

I crossed my arms across my chest, "I didn't think that you were supposed to take anything off, you weren't supposed to touch anything that was covered up!"

"That's the founding principal of the game but you left your bra off so your tits aren't covered up...so, Arms up please!"

I uncrossed my arms and lifted them up until my hands hit the roof of the bus. Just doing that exposed my breasts totally and Ben was looking up at me as Alan pulled my crop-top off over my head.

I just stood there watching Ben screwing Gail...no, Gail was doing as much work as Ben was, he was fucking into her really hard but she was humping up into him to increase the speed and power of the fuck.

I looked from Ben and Gail to Alan, he had already taken his trousers off and he was rubbing his fist up and down his cock as he looked at my tits.

Alan bent his knees and he started sucking on my tits, biting my nipples, working my breasts hard with his hands, that slight breast tenderness and being mauled the way I was, was a great turn on for me, I even reached down and took a hold of his cock, not just a soft hand playing with it like I had done to John a few months ago, I made a fist and started pumping it up and down his cock, making a serious effort at masturbating him.

Alan opened the button on the waistband of my mini skirt, I gasped as my skirt fell to the floor, just above Gail's head, I stopped masturbating him as well, "Skirts don't count either but if you want me to fuck you, you'll have to take your knickers off for me yourself!"

I calmed down a little and as I restarted pumping his cock with my fist, I looked around the inside of the bus. I spotted a sub-miniature web enabled spy camera zip tied to the rear view mirror in the middle of the front window of the old bus. We were being filmed on Alan's mobile phone but probably on an internal micro-SD card inside the camera as well.

Alan stopped biting my nipples and he kissed me on the lips, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and wriggled it around a little, I didn't suck on it, he said a very disappointed, "Oh well, never mind, we can try that another day! Now why don't you take my shirt off for me?"

I let go of his cock and unbuttoned the front of his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, I was about to return my hand to his cock but he stopped me, "Shall we join Ben and Gail on the bed first?"

I looked at the fucking couple on the makeshift bed, I'd never been into watching porn films but seeing real people fucking, now that was a big turn on for me.

I shuffled over to the side of the bed and slipped down onto the mattress, Alan joined me and the kissing started all over again, kissing and my fist stroking up and down Alan's cock. I was okay while I was kissing Alan, I had my eyes closed and listening to a couple fucking next to me was nowhere close to as erotic as watching them but when Alan shuffled down the bed a little to work on my tits again, my eyes were fixed on Gail and Ben as they bounced round at the side of me. As Alan was driving me mad with his mouth, he was rubbing his cock over the front of my knickers. I took a deep breath and pushed my thong down, it got as far as my knees when Alan's cock slipped into my cunt.

Once Alan was all the way in me, he couldn't suck my tits any more so he returned to kissing me as he fucked me. Ben started his climb towards his climax, I looked at Gail, she actually looked bored, then she winked her eye at me and started her own climb to an orgasm...a fake orgasm but it was enough to get Ben over the finishing line and after he filled Gail's cunt with his spunk, they both sat on the bed watching me and Alan fucking...and having them watching me being fucked turned me on even more, bringing me to an almost instant orgasm even though Alan wasn't much of a lover and under normal circumstances, I doubt if he would have got me off in a month of Sundays!

I really wanted to kick Alan off of my body as soon as I climaxed but he was still working hard on top of me and I was still being watched by Ben and Gail so I let him carry on until he reached his own climax but as soon as he shot off, I pulled my crop-top back on and...damned it, my knickers had been around my knees and there was just nothing of substance in a thong and I'd managed to rip the side of the waistband away from the front triangle and they were now ruined, so all I had to put on was my mini skirt and crop top.

I jumped out of the van and ran back towards the pitch before Alan could get dressed again and follow me. I stopped at the corner of the clubhouse and looked back at the van, the van was rocking from side to side again, either Ben or Alan were fucking Gail, the back door opened and Ben dropped out, still fastening his shirt.

I waited for Ben to catch me up, he gave an awkward laugh, "I thought that I was about to die when you and that man walked in on me and Gail."

We started walking back towards the pitch, the twenty-two players were still running around, well, twenty at least, the goal keepers were just standing leaning on one of their goal posts, the others were still running but in a half hearted way, I looked into Ben's face, "I'd better go and get a few bottles of water, they're going to need it in this heat!"

Ben followed me into the club house while I collected a half a dozen bottles of water.

Ben said, "Victoria...does Mick know that his wife is unfaithful?"

I gave him a tight smile, "It isn't really being unfaithful...it's all just part of the game!"

"Gail mentioned a game...does John know that you have sex with other men?"

"All part of the same game Ben!"

I took the water out to the pitch, there was a foul on the pitch and the game stopped, I gave six bottles of water to Ben, "Go and pass some water around the opposition players while I look after our lads."

I wandered around the players waiting for the injured party to be looked after, I went to all the players that were standing up first and left those lying on the grass until last to hand the water out.

When I got to John, he said, "How was Alan?"

I held my hand out, palm down and wriggled it from side to side, indicating that Alan was just so-so.

"Oh that's disappointing, you should have gone with Mick for your first time...Mick or Paul Gamble, neither of them would have been so-so lovers!"

I smiled at him, "Where did you put the hidden camera last Friday?"

John looked shocked and then he smiled, "What makes you think that there was a hidden camera?"

"Well, I think that it is an integral part of the game, hide the camera somewhere in the kitchen while you're playing poker, wait for the wife to get close, drop the bikini comment and see if she shows any interest in it and if she does, move onto the next step!"

John's smile widened, "I clipped it onto the curtain pole and folded the curtain to hide most of the camera."

"And where was it on Saturday?"

He laughed..."I'd better get back into position...thanks for the water..." John ran a few paces and stopped, "...on top of the book case!"

A shudder ran through my body and Mick ran past me, he stopped because the ball had been kicked into touch and stopped the football match again, he walked back to me, "Did you leave Alan fucking Gail in the bus?"

I nodded my head.

"Fuck it, I'll have to go and look after her as soon as the match ends...I was hoping to give you a good time after lumbering you with Alan for your first experience of the full game!"

I thought, 'Damned it, cut my nose off to spite my face there!' I smiled as Mick ran off to take the pass from the player making the throw in from the sideline.

22, 100 Words.

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