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Published : 19 January 2021
Plastic Surgery Story Code: M/F, m/F, mm/f, Public Sex, Underage, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism I discovered the problem with marrying an older man...there are hundreds of positives, for a start off, an older man is usually more financially stable so that once I married him, I wasn't expected to go out to work. John already had a nice house and he was used to paying a cleaner once a week to clean through his house for him and that continued after we married. My only task...John wanted a son to carry his name and I'd been charged with providing that son. And the draw-back...older men often lose interest in sex once you've delivered the son that they were desperate for. John was very attentive in the early days of the marriage, we ended up in bed more than once a day for three months solid until I was finally pregnant and then he wouldn't come close to me while I was pregnant because he didn't want to risk causing issues with our unborn baby and after Peter was born, sex did return but only on his birthday, my birthday and Christmas/New Years Eve. I didn't mind really, I was never very highly sexed in the first place, to be honest, I knew that I was no great beauty and men never seemed to show any interest in me, John was actually the first man to 'Hit' on me and even though John was double my age, I did fall in love with him. So, with nothing much to do all day, I became the lady of leisure, putting on weight and not bothering much with the way I looked until Peter started school that is, I realised that now I had even less to do, I could put on even more weight so, after dropping Peter off at school, I started exercising and eating properly. John soon noticed that I was starting to look better, healthier and he started helping out in the only way he knew by throwing money at me. I was given a nose job for my thirty-fifth birthday, straightening and reducing my nose slightly, just that one little operation made a massive difference to the way I looked, the next year, I had a little more work on my face, my hollow cheeks were filled out a little and the bags under my eyes reduced. For my thirty-seventh birthday I had a tummy tuck, the weight that I'd lost had left a spare tire around my waist and the tummy tuck removed that for me. The three plastic surgery sessions were all minor and in total had cost John just eleven thousand pounds...but I felt like I was a million pounds better. I had my annual check-up with our family doctor and he did the full 'MOT' on me as I was approaching my fortieth birthday. General fitness as well as taking down all of my vital statistics and he compared my stats with the medical I took before I married John. John came into the doctor's office with me once I was dressed, I weighed eight pounds less today than I'd weighed when I first met John, because of the tummy tuck, my stomach was flatter than it had been twelve years earlier but my hips were actually an inch and a half bigger than they had been, and it was all out the back, my bum was much bigger than it had been but the doctor pointed out that the new inches back there were actually an improvement, my buttocks actually looked better. It was almost as if my medical wasn't for me, the doctor was talking to John more than me, it was like they were talking about a car that could benefit from a little body work, the trunk was fine, it was bigger but actually looked better for it and then came the coup de grâce. "Your wife's breast structure has been totally destroyed by breast feeding young Peter, you could restore her breasts to their former thirty-six 'C' cup size for around twenty thousand pounds all in providing you don't want to alter their shape or make them bigger!" I felt like I was at a tennis match with the doctor playing Djokovic and John playing Murray as I looked back and forth between the two men. The match reached four sets to three and the doctor called a break before the final set...John and I were sent away to get a coffee and discuss my breast issues. I was a little confused as we walked to the coffee shop around the corner from the doctor's office. I'd had three lots of plastic surgery so far and all three had been very relaxed, I'd been given lots of time to think about it, and even though the surgery was nominally for my birthday, they hadn't been performed anywhere close to my actual birthday so the fact that my fortieth birthday was just three weeks away didn't seem to make much of a difference this time to the other three so why did the doctor want my decision today...hell, not even today, he wanted my answer within the hour. I found a table while John got the coffee, the coffee shop was quite crowded but I managed to find a four seat table but our breast reconstruction conversation would have to be a whispered affaire.
After ten minutes of conversation it was obvious that John was going to pay for my boob-job for my fortieth birthday, the question was, would I rather go for a reconstruction, back to my former thirty-six 'C' cup breast size or did I want to go for augmentation, change the size or the shape of my breasts. I'd just whispered that I thought that I'd prefer to go back to my former size and shape and then the conversation was brought to a close by another customer, he'd wandered around the coffee shop twice with his cup of coffee and bran muffin in his hands and finally, in desperation, he asked John if he could join us at our table, I had to throw John a look when the man actually plucked up the courage to ask John if he could share our table because he'd mistakenly thought that I was John's daughter, rather than his wife. I knew several men who had married younger women that got mad when others thought that they were father and daughter but John just smiled at the young man and rather than being angry at his mistake, John actually engaged the man in conversation. I zoned out a little, John had opened with, "You're not from around here are you? Is it a Birmingham accent?" I heard "Walsall." And then my mind wandered, I was three weeks away from my fortieth birthday but our son Peter was going on a school trip in a fortnights time...a week long cultural visit to Rome...culture and football and it was John's plan that we drop Peter off at the bus for the school trip and after waving Peter away for a week, John would take me to the clinic for my breast reconstruction to give me a week to get over the worst of my surgery before Peter came home and started asking questions! I noticed several tables that had spare seats, two elderly men were sitting at one table for four and two elderly ladies at another so the two seats opposite me and John weren't the only choice for the young stranger. I looked at him, he was focussing his eyes on my legs, I looked down, even in flat shoes, my legs still had great shape because of all the exercise I'd been doing over the last few years, I had very well defined calf muscles. I let my eyes flick to John's face, he hadn't missed the fact that the stranger was looking at my legs so I tuned back into the conversation as John said, "So this time is just a scouting mission then Robert?" "Yes, I'm looking for a little flat or a boarding house so that I can move down here during the week for work and then back home to Walsall for home comforts at the weekends." "I don't envy you that Robert...only getting home comforts two days a week...when you're settled in, give me a call, you can come to our house for dinner after work one day...not full home comforts but at least I can offer you a home cooked meal with my family instead of sitting alone in a boarding house or flat!" John's phone beeped and he checked the screen, "The doctor's free for us now Victoria...sorry Robert, we've got to go, you have my number, once you're settled in, give me a call!" John collected our mugs and took them to the counter and Robert caught my hand to stop me walking past, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you Victoria, I really did think that John was your father...not your husband...I'm surprised that he didn't give me a black eye for flirting with you!" I pulled my hand away from his and looked to see John standing at the counter looking at me, "My husband isn't a jealous man, I think he found it funny!" We walked across the road and John burst out laughing, "I wonder if Robert will spend so much time looking at your legs after your boob-job darling?" I punched his shoulder playfully. "Seriously darling, did it upset you having him flirting with you like that?" "I didn't even realise that he was flirting with me...once you started talking to him I kind of zoned out, I was thinking about Peter going away for the week and...and the breast reconstruction...sounds like a big job to me, as big as all three plastic surgery operations that I've had so far and all in one go!" "That's understandable darling, but would it bother you if you had spotted Robert flirting with you?" "I don't think so...why?" "It's just that I've got the chamber of commerce dinner next month and I was wondering if you'd like to come to it with me?"
I looked at him and smiled, it was really a standard thing for an older man with a younger wife to want to show her off, rub his friend's noses in the fact that he had a pretty young wife on his arm, "You've never asked me to go with you before darling!" "That's because I know that most of the old goats at the chamber of commerce would spend all night trying to get in your knickers and I wanted to spare you that!" "And now?" "I saw the way that Robert was looking at you and it looked like you were taking it in your stride so I thought why not let you have the fun of a posh dinner and a bit of a dance...after all of the hard work that you've put in to getting into shape, I thought that you needed a treat!" I agreed to the breast reconstruction and to John's plan for me to have it done on the day that Peter went off to Rome on his school trip and I only had just over a week to wait so things really did happen very quickly. Peter caught the bus at eight o'clock on the Monday morning to take him to Italy, with rest stops and the channel tunnel crossing, Peter would be arriving in Rome around the same time tomorrow morning. John drove me to the clinic and he spoke to my surgeon as well as to the anaesthetist as I undressed, it actually felt a little weird, it was almost like three men were all talking about the weekend's football scores as I stripped naked in the corner of the hotel room that would be my home for the next two or three days. There was a scratch in the back of my hand, I counted down, "Ten...Nine...Eight........Six, no, seve......." I woke at eight o'clock on Tuesday morning, my mobile phone pinging to tell me that I had an incoming call, it was Peter, I answered the call a little groggy from my operation, Peter was too excited to realise that anything was different or unusual, "It's just a quick call mum, we're driving around the Coliseum and even though it's only nine o'clock in the morning here, it's already thirty-two degrees outside the bus...we'll be at our hotel in a minute so I'd better go...love you mum!" I think I managed a "Hello!" but then I could be wrong with all the cotton wool in my head. John arrived at ten o'clock and he seemed very excited as he closed my bedroom door, "How do you feel darling?" "Very woolly in my head but no real pain, I had far more pain from the nose-job three years ago." John looked at the door and then back at me lying there, "You look bigger than thirty-six 'C' darling" I looked down at my chest, "There are a lot of bandages I think!" John looked at my bedroom door again, this time the door opened and my nurse came in. I was helped into the bathroom and the nurse helped me to have a wash with my breasts and ribs still covered in thick bandages, we discussed how I felt, how my breasts felt, "The doctor will be here in a few minutes to make sure that everything is okay...shall I remove the dressings and make sure that everything is nice and clean for your examination?" I nodded my head. I was looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror as the bandages were unwound and then the gauze dressings were removed, there was dried blood under my breasts that was cleaned away with sterile pads, there were also marks from the pen used to outline the changes that the doctor had been making, they took a little more cleaning off, the nurse was certain that women having breast surgery wanted to look their best after surgery. I was actually surprised that there hadn't been as many bandages used as I'd thought and my breasts actually did look bigger, my nipples looked further apart too, in my youth, I would have described my breasts as 'Looking straight ahead', after breast feeding Peter, I'd say they looked at my feet but now, as I looked at my reflection, my nipples were looking to the right and left, fortunately my right nipple was looking to the right and my left nipple to the left, so I wasn't cross-eyed at least.
I was given a clean nighty, I'd been told to take in several night dresses but to ensure that the tops could be opened so that the doctors could examine me regularly. John was sitting at the side of my bed, I was propped up and eating a light lunch when the doctor walked in. The doctor told John that he was going to examine my breasts, gave my husband the chance to leave the room before he exposed my breasts but John wanted to stop there. The doctor unfastened my nighty and pulled my top wide open as he checked the scars under my breasts and then he palpated my breasts gently, "Any pain?" "Just a little...erm doctor, I was supposed to get my old breasts back, my thirty-six 'C' cup, these feel much bigger to me!" I was pacified as the doctor continued to massage my breasts, checking that there were no sites of pain in my breasts, "There is a little swelling, that will go down in a week or two, I'm hoping that when all the post operative swelling goes down, you'll be back to thirty-six 'C' cup again!" I looked over at John, he was visibly excited watching the doctor fondling my breasts as we talked. It was decided that I'd spend one more day in the clinic's bedroom before I could go home. The doctor actually put my breasts away, just under the cover of my nighty, no bra or anything else covering my breasts. When the doctor left the room, he left the door wide open. I could see that John was almost hopping from one foot to the other as he looked at my nighty covered breasts, I'd seen that little dance in Peter when he was impatient to do something that he was being held back from doing. John suddenly headed for the door, he left the room and I saw him talking to my nurse in the corridor outside my room I saw her looking at me and nodding her head and she smiled as she handed John a small, 'Do Not Disturb' sign'. John almost skipped back into my room, he hung the sign on the handle on the outside of my door before closing it. I could see his fingers fidgeting, it looked to me like he was practicing the act of untying the bows on the front of my nighty, I said, "You didn't ask the nurse for that sign to get up to monkey business did you darling?" "She understood...husbands often ask for a little privacy to inspect the doctor's handiwork!" I untied the three ribbons that held the top of my nighty closed and peeled the two sides apart so that John could get a good look at the new breasts that he'd just paid twenty thousand pounds for. He did a close visual inspection before he gently cupped my breasts in his hands, "I know that I said that I'd love your breasts to be back as they were...but now I've seen them this big, I'm beginning to regret that choice, I love seeing your breasts this big, when they brought you out of the recovery room yesterday, the nurse said that you were forty inch 'DD' after the operation but that once the swelling went down you'd be closer to the thirty-six inches that you'd asked for!" John was almost copying how the doctor had examined my tits as he leaned over my bed, his trouser snake pointing straight at me, he was hard and I wasn't really in any position to help him out. He looked a little guilty when he saw me looking at his erection, "Do you think I'm a pervert because watching the doctor playing with your tits did that to me?" "Darling, the doctor wasn't playing with my tits...he was examining them and it's only natural that you're a little excited, it's been months since we last had sex and I'm sure that it'll be at least a week before I'm ready to do that again...just in time for my birthday!" John deviated slightly from what the doctor had been doing during my breast examination, John trapped my nipples between the tips of his thumbs and the sides of his index fingers and rolled them both gently...I shot upright in bed and gasped, "I'm sorry...did that hurt you darling?" "Shit John...fucking hell!" "I'm sorry darling!" "It didn't hurt darling but after a year of breast feeding Peter, I didn't think that I'd ever feel anything from my nipples ever again!"
John smiled at me and he rolled my nipples again causing another gasp of pleasure from me, "I love the way your nipples look now...do you think that when the swelling goes down, they'll go back to normal?" "I bloody well hope not, I love the feeling of my nipples being played with!" John laughed, "No, not the feeling part, will they go back to pointing straight ahead after the swelling goes down?" "They probably will if I go back to thirty-six 'C' again, I'm hoping that whatever they did to reconnect the nerve cells to my nipples is permanent though!" "Do your nipples look bigger to you than they did before I rolled them around?" I looked down, "A little bit...yes, they have definitely reacted to you touching them." Play time was called to an end by John's company calling him on his mobile phone and dragging him back into work to sort out a problem. As soon as John was gone, the nurse came in, retrieving her little sign for the next husband who wanted to play with his wife's new breasts. She made sure that the ribbons on the front of my nighty were fastened properly and then she offered me a painkiller, "I'm not in pain!" "Mrs Clarke, the reason that you're not in pain is because we've been regularly dosing you up with opiates since the operation yesterday." So I took my little pill and drifted off to sleep again. I was woken for a meal and a drink and at eight o'clock in the evening my telephone woke me and John was just sitting there looking at me as I answered my phone, Peter was calling me from Rome again, it was bedtime, Peter spent fifteen minutes telling me all about where they'd been in Rome, all the sights and famous places, his closing comment was, "I'm in a double room with Alexander Cooper...I hope he doesn't wet the bed!" John collected me from the hospital the next morning and he took me home to be looked after by our cleaning lady while he returned to work. I got a phone call every evening from Peter, on day two, it was all about playing football with the Italian boys and on day three he mentioned watching the girls playing hockey with the local Italian girls and he let slip that Wendy Duncan had scored two goals during the match. "Girls...Peter, what girls?" "There's a coach full of girls from my school over here as well!" "I didn't realise that there were girls on your trip...I didn't see any girls when I dropped you off at school on Monday morning!" "No, the girls coach left from the upper school car park and they are keeping us as far apart as possible, we're even in different hotels!" The call on day three was less about the scenery in Rome or the football but all about Wendy. After I closed the call to Peter, John lowered his newspaper and looked over at me, "What's tickled your fancy darling?" "I think that Peter's in love!" "What makes you think that darling?" "He mentioned Wendy ten times and he didn't mention football once, the kids had been given an hour's free time to look around the Old Tram Depot and their gift shop and Wendy let Peter take her for a cola in the Tram Depot's coffee shop and they spent the whole hour just chatting and watching the world go by!" That made John smile, "At least he wasn't babbling on about Alexander after sharing a bed with him for two nights!"
Would it worry you if Peter was talking about Alexander instead of Wendy?" John shook his head, "No, boys often have romantic liaisons with other boys at Peter's age but it always dies away once a girl turns up!" John picked Peter up from school when he got back from Italy, I was there but resting in the back of John's car out of the way because I still wasn't quite right. I saw John walking with Peter and another boy towards our car, John opened the door on the opposite side of the car to me, "This is Alexander darling, his mother can't make it to collect him, so I said that we'd we give him a lift home!" I nodded my head and then John put both sets of baggage into his boot as Alexander climbed in the back of John's car and he slipped into the middle so that Peter could get into the other seat in the back, next to Alexander. Peter and Alexander got into a deep conversation as John drove towards Alexander's house. Peter's face was bright red because of his embarrassment at my new breast size. Alexander's eyes never left my breasts all the way to his house...no, they did a few times to look at my exposed knees but it was definitely my new breasts that held his interest! We had a few awkward days where Peter couldn't look away from my tits whenever we were in the same room...mind you, his father couldn't take his eyes off of them either. Monday was a teacher day at Peter's school, a day when the school closed so that their teachers could attend a training course. John phoned me from work, he'd spoken to Robert during the day, Robert had found a room to rent that was in our part of town, "I've invited him round to our house for a drink tonight after he finishes work." "What would you like me to do for dinner then if we've got a guest coming round?" "Nothing for dinner darling, Robert can't get away until later, so I've agreed to pick him up from town and bring him to our house for a drink not a meal, just a few nibbles might be nice and after our drink, I'll drop him off at his flat." I was tidying up around the living room and I spotted Peter's mobile phone down the side of the sofa in the living room, the screen lit up as I picked it up, there was a text message from Alexander asking Peter if he had any pictures of me in a bikini and Peter telling Alexander to piss off, there was another message, "Okay, if you won't show me a picture of your mother in a bikini, how about you sharing one of those pictures of Wendy in her bikini at the beach...now, Peter wasn't allowed to take his phone to school and because of that, Peter never let the phone out of his hand when he was at home so I wondered if the phone had been accidentally dropped on the sofa in the hope that I found it and because of how Peter had left the phone on a live text message, Peter knew that just picking the phone up would turn the text screen on again. I cast that memory to one side because I had to get things ready for when John brought Robert home from Town. We ate dinner with Peter and John both staring at my rack all through the meal as usual, neither of the men in my life had gotten used to my new breast size. After Peter went to his bedroom, John asked me if I'd change from my long dress, he asked me if I'd change into a tight T-shirt and navy leggings or rather jeggings as they were designed to look like very tight fitting jeans, John wanted me to show off my flat stomach, fat bottom and my shapely legs to their best effect, John left me getting changed as he popped out and collected Robert from the town centre to bring him back to our house. Peter came into my bedroom as I was unfastening the front of my dress, I didn't make a big deal of Peter being there, I just stopped unfastening buttons but I didn't try to hide anything from Peter, "Have you seen my phone anywhere mum?" I dipped my hand into the pocket in my dress and handed it to him, the text message was still on the screen and Peter looked at it, he blushed slightly, "I'm sorry about that mum, Alexander is sex mad, he masturbated every night in the hotel because of all the pretty girls around the hotel!" I smiled at Peter and said, "So Alexander is pestering you for a photograph of me wearing a bikini is he?" Peter's eyes were fixed on the gap that I'd formed in the front of my dress when I'd opened the top few buttons and he was nodding his head slowly.
Why don't you pop out into the hall, your father has bought me a new lingerie set, I could pop it on and model for you to take a picture to send to your friend!" Peter was instantly hard and he ran from my bedroom to wait in the hallway for me to put my sexy new bra and knickers on. When I opened the bedroom door, Peter gasped at how I looked. "It might be better if I sit at my dressing table and brush my hair while you take the picture from out there with the door partly open so that it doesn't look like I know that you're there. Peter grinned and he started to fiddle with the camera's setting on his phone. "What are you doing Peter?" "I'm trying to turn the realistic shutter sound and the flash off!" "We're only pretending that I don't know that you're there, it doesn't matter if the camera flashes or makes a realistic shutter sound darling." I sat at my dressing table looking at my reflection in the mirror, I was brushing my hair with my left hand, "Is this okay Peter?" Peter looked at his screen, "Can you swap the brush to your right hand and turn slightly more towards me please?" As soon as I'd followed Peter's directions, the bedroom lit up with his camera's flash. I called Peter over so that I could see the picture, it looked quite professional for a picture taken on a mobile phone, I kissed Peter on his cheek, "Thank you darling, you've made me look very pretty, this is good enough to send into Fiesta's readers wives page but it might be better if you don't send it to too many boys at school darling!" Peter went off to bed a happy boy, I heard the sound of a text message being sent even before Peter closed his bedroom door and ten seconds later, Peter received another message on his phone. I called out, "Peter, you have school in the morning so turn your phone off please!" "Sorry mum, it was just Alexander thanking me for the picture of you...turning my phone off now mum!" Getting changed for Peter had put me back a little but it only meant taking two items of clothes off and putting two back on, my face and hair took a little longer though. When I walked into the living room, Robert made no secret of being astounded by the size of my breasts, I still wasn't wearing a bra and the white T-shirt that I was wearing did nothing at all to hide my new breasts and even less to hide my expanding nipples as Robert made a huge deal about the change in my looks in just under two weeks. I made every excuse that I could to get out of the room and leave John and Robert drinking the best wine from John's cellar. Robert was only at our house for two hours and just before midnight, I was in the kitchen and I heard Robert say that he had to be at work early in the morning so he'd better go home. John came into the kitchen and he closed the door to the living room, he said, "Have you had a drink tonight darling?" "No, I'm still on the low dose pain killers so I'm not supposed to drink any alcohol!" John had his mobile phone in his hand, there was a message on his screen that John showed me, 'California ready now for contract negotiation or they are willing to wait until tomorrow though because of the late hour!' John shrugged his shoulders, "I've booked the day off tomorrow, I was hoping for a little birthday fun with you tonight but I have to make this call to California...Will you take Robert home for me please?" I nodded my head.
"It's four PM their time and they finish at five o'clock so it'll take me around an hour, so you can take your time dropping Robert off because I'm going to be busy..." John kissed me and he cupped my breast in his right hand, "Have you seen the size of Robert's hands?" John smiled at my reaction, to the pain and the pleasure from him pinching my nipple through my T-shirt...I looked down at my breast covered in John's hand, my nipples now painfully erect and being pinched between John's thumb and index finger, John looked at the size that my nipples had grown to and he said, "Robert really does have massive hands and he's the first man I've ever seen flirting with you, I can just imagine his hands on your breast like this..." John seemed to have an afterthought and he pulled me over to the kitchen 'Junk' drawer, "I bought these the first time that I saw Robert flirting with you!" John pulled out a box of ten condoms, he tore the cellophane wrapper and opened the box, he selected one condom from the box and he looked at it as if it had changed into something else since he bought the box. I didn't actually need a condom for sex as I was on the birth control pill but he pressed the condom into the right hand pocket of my tight leggings and he kissed me before patting my bottom, "If you want to go a little further than just flirting with Robert, make sure that he wears the rubber!" My jaw dropped open at John's suggestion he looked a little worried at my reaction to being told to have fun with Robert, an almost total stranger and he kissed me again. "I know that no one has ever flirted with you seriously before and that's why you didn't spot it when Robert was flirting with you two weeks ago and earlier tonight...you've missed out on so much in your life, just let yourself go and have a little fun while I'm too busy to look after your needs!" I looked down at my right thigh, the pocket was so tight that the condom made an impression in my pocket that no one could possibly mistake for anything else. I took my jacket off the coat hook and John stopped me, "It’s a lovely warm night darling...you don't need a coat on tonight!" So I walked through to the living room, Robert was still drinking wine, he said, "John looked really pissed off that his boss has dumped a conference call to America at the last minute!" I nodded my head, I saw Robert's eyes flick down to my breasts and he grew a small smile when he saw how big my nipples had grown and then he looked a little lower down, he was looking at the camel toe and then the ring standing out in the right hand pocket of my leggings caught his eye and his grin widened. "John's asked me to give you a lift home so that he can get his business call over with while there is still some of the night left!" I guided Robert to my car, unlocked his door and opened it for him to get in but Robert didn't slide into my car though, he trapped me between the open door and the car before making a grab for me on the unlit driveway, he kissed me on the lips and grabbed both of my breasts through my T-shirt, he also prodded my belly with his trouser covered erection, just to show me that he was hard for me, "How long did John give me?" "What do you mean?" "Oh come on love, John's been throwing you at me all day on the phone and even though you weren't in the room for most of the last two hours all John could go on about was how fantastic your tits feel and how sensitive and responsive your nipples are now that you've had your boob-job done and then he sent you out to me with a condom clearly on display in your pocket...so, how long did he give me to play with you?" I let Robert kiss me again but I kept my eyes open and looked at John's office window, I saw John standing there in the darkness, the light from his computer screen as it started up giving me enough light to see that he was there watching as Robert kissed me and mauled my tits. I knew that John had set the whole thing up and I also knew that he would be extra turned on by watching as Robert kissed me and fondled me. I looked nervously towards the street, we lived in a very quiet street, there wasn't much after dark activity in our street so I let Robert pull the front of my T-shirt out of the waistband of my leggings and lift it all the way up to expose my breasts. I looked quite openly at John as Robert bent his knees to take my nipple into his mouth. John gave me thumbs up signal before he closed the curtains to his office so that he could turn the light on in his office to make the call to California.
I was on the edge of an orgasm just from John watching as Robert sucked my nipple into his mouth and I got an even higher sexual jolt when John gave me the thumbs up sign before he closed his curtains to give me a little privacy with Robert. I was just standing there on the edge of my orgasm but being passive, he looked up at my face with my left nipple still between his teeth, the pull almost tipped me over the edge, he spat my nipple out from between his teeth and he said, "So, just how long do I have?" I took in several deep breaths to quell my orgasm before I looked down at him and said, "I can probably get away with an hour because John will be busy with work...but not here...your flat maybe?" Robert let me go and we both got in the car, I followed Robert's directions to his flat and locked the car before following him up to his flat. I was naked before the door closed behind me! I'd only ever had sex with John in my life so far and he was a very gentle lover, so it was a real eye opener when Robert almost attacked me, he was like a wild animal, it took me all of my strength to slow him down long enough to get him fitted with his condom before he climbed on top of my body and I doubled the number of men that I'd had sex with in my life. Robert fucked me hard and long, he really was making a pig of himself and I had to remind him that I wasn't his houseguest for the whole night and that I needed to get back to my husband before his conference call with California ended. I extracted myself from Robert's bed and drove home to John, my hair was totally dishevelled and my makeup had been destroyed, John was in no doubt that I'd let Robert fuck me while I was dropping him off when I walked into his home office to ask him if he'd like a coffee. John was still in a slogging match with a perfect ten American man, perfect teeth, perfect tan, perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect suit, perfect office but not perfect manners. John nodded his head to say yes to the coffee question and while I was making our coffees, I changed out of my leggings and T-shirt and into a dressing gown. I took the coffee through to John just as he was telling the perfect American that he couldn't agree to the principal clause in the contract and that he'd give them another week to rethink their demands. John turned his screen off and then he turned his chair to face me, he took his cup of coffee and smiled at me before pulling me down onto his lap, his right hand inside the top of my dressing gown to play with my tits. "I've been thinking about things darling, I've made this little spreadsheet..." I had to stop myself laughing, John's answer to most things was to create a spreadsheet, "...Robert is twenty five years old, I estimate that his usual target woman would be around twenty, so I've put Robert into the twenty tuple on your age-line, I think that you should try to fill in at least one tuple for every year that you've been alive so far...or at least every year from...let's say, fifteen years of age up until now!" "I don't understand darling!" "Well, I've given you twenty five spaces and I want you to make love to a different man for every square in the spreadsheet, I've put Robert in the square for twenty, just because he told me that his current girlfriend is twenty...I think you've missed out on all the stages that you should have gone through between fifteen, the age that most girls become sexually active and this birthday. Mind you, it may be difficult to get a fifteen year old boy in bed...most girls start with a boy around their own age, so the name in your fifteen box should belong to a fifteen year old boy!" "John...you know the other day...you asked me if I thought that you were a pervert because you got turned on watching the doctor examining my breasts..." John grinned widely at me as he nodded his head, "...and that I didn't think that was perverted, but suggesting that I have sex with a boy twenty-five years younger than me...that is perverted!" John laughed his head off at that comment and he kissed me, "Well, you can go for anyone that you like and fill their names into any of the squares that you like!" "So, I can have free sex with twenty-four different men...are there any limits, like time, or who I can pick to screw with?" "I think that you should aim to fill in all twenty-four spaces left on the spreadsheet before your forty-first birthday but I think anyone that you fancy should be fair game for you, any man, any age!"
"Well, I guess that I've made a start with my first partner on my fortieth birthday...now, are you going to give me my birthday fuck or not...it's getting late!" I pulled John to his feet, he was pretending to be reluctant to let me take him to bed but the bulge in his trousers was giving him away...he still held back though until he said, "You can take me to bed but before I let you do me, I want to know everything that you and Robert did during your hour together first!" So we lay in bed for fifteen minutes totally naked but not touching each other while I gave John chapter and verse about my hour long fuck with Robert...I didn't quite get to the end game in my story before John lost control and he rolled on top of me and he fucked me more like a Robert than a John! I woke up at seven o'clock feeling terrible after just three hours sleep, I didn't get dressed straight away, I needed a shower before I got dressed but I did put my nighty on before I woke Peter and he followed me to the kitchen, turning his phone on as he walked behind me, I heard twenty beeps, announcing incoming messages on his phone, as I prepared Peter's breakfast he read the messages, I looked at his face, he was a little distraught at what he was reading, "That prat Alexander has told most of the boys in our year at school that I showed him a sexy picture of you, I'm really glad that I put a high privacy notice on the picture before I sent it to him so that he couldn't resend it and once he opened it, he can't open it again but now, everyone is pestering me for a look at your picture." I placed his bowel and glass in front of him, "Probably be better not to send the picture to anyone else though!" I took my shower while Peter ate his breakfast and I dressed in a silk camisole top and a tight miniskirt with high heels on my feet, I still wasn't wearing a bra though, putting my new bra on yesterday for Peter to take a picture of me had proved to me that it was too uncomfortable to wear a bra still but I did put the new thong on that came with my new lingerie set, bright scarlet and very lacy. Peter was ready for school as soon as I'd done my hair. I left a note for John to phone me up when he woke, the note said that I had a few errands to run but I'd come home as soon as he woke up if he phoned me. I drove Peter the four miles to school but before we reached it, Peter asked me if I could drop him off before we got to school rather than taking him into the drop off point inside the school's car park. "Darling, the road outside your school is far too busy for me to drop you off on the road, that's the only reason that they gave us parents a drop off point inside the school's car park!" "But I'm a little worried that Alexander's texting all my friends will mean that there's going to be a gang of boys waiting for you to drop me off so that they can get a look at you in the car!" As I approached the school, I could see just what Peter had been worried about, there were far more boys around the front of school than there would usually be at this time of the day so I didn't stop to turn into the car park, "Okay, I'll drive past the car park and turn into the driveway down to the country park's car park and drop you off on the drive, just a few yards away from the road." Peter wrapped his arms around my neck, "Mum, you're not only the prettiest mother in the world but, you're also the best mum in the world!" Peter kissed me goodbye, not the usual little peck on my cheek, this was a kiss that was full of passion, lips on lips and it was at least a fifteen Mississippi kiss...someone had been teaching Peter how to kiss in the last few weeks. Peter asked me if I could wait for him at the country park's car park at four o'clock after school to avoid waiting at the drop off point for him that afternoon and I agreed. I watched as Peter ran back towards the main road and the front of his school. The road was too busy for me to reverse out of the lane and onto the road, my SUV was massive and the back of the car would have been out in the traffic flow before I'd be able to see out into the road so I had to drive on to the car park and turn around in there. I drove on another one hundred yards to the left turn behind the school and into the car park that ran behind the school buildings. At the turn, I found the car park's gates were still locked, a boy was resting his backside against the top rail of the gate and he was smoking a cigarette as he watched six boys playing football in the closed off car park. I opened the car's door and stepped out, "Hey, excuse me, what time do they usually open the car park gates?"
He looked over his shoulder and then he turned to face me, "They usually unlock the gates at seven o'clock but there's a band of Gipsies in the county so they won't unlock the gates until after eight o'clock today!" The boy walked over to me, very confident and cocky, he took another draw from his fag before flicking it over to the school fence, "You here to meet your boyfriend misses?" I shook my head, I've just dropped my son off at the top of the lane and I can't reverse this massive thing out onto the main road so I've come down here to turn around in the car park!" I checked my watch as the boy looked over my shoulder into the back of my car, "Do the back seats just fold down onto the back seat or are they the kind that roll forward as well, up against the back of the front seats?" I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea, I've never folded the seats in the back." "Can I look?" I shrugged my shoulders again, that caused my tits to bounce a little and that movement didn't go unnoticed by the boy. He opened the back door and pulled a lever, the back seat squab rolled up against the backs of the front seats, then he pulled another lever and the backrest of the backseat folded down into the space left by the seat squab rolling out of the way, he gave me a triumphant look as he pressed down on the flat platform provided by the carpeted backrest of the seat, "There, now you and your boyfriend will have plenty of room to roll about back there!" I looked in the back of my car, the clear space in the back was now almost six feet long, three feet six inches wide between the wheel arches and almost four feet six inches at the wider points, all that was missing was a mattress and the back of my car could be a bed, I realised what the cocky schoolboy was hinting at as he'd cleared the back seats out of the way and I said,, "I'm not here to meet my boyfriend, just looking for a place to turn the car around!" "Well, if you change your mind about having sex with a boyfriend, I've got sport first thing, I'll be back out in about fifteen minutes for a cross country run...but I'd much rather take my exercise in you in the back of your car than run aimlessly around a muddy park!" There was the sound of a motorcycle coming down the lane behind my car, the boy looked over his shoulder, "The park ranger's here now, he'll be unlocking the gate any minute!" I responded quickly and closed the back door of my car and climbed up into the driving seat and closed my own door to make it easier for the park ranger to get past my car on his motorcycle. I smiled at the ranger as he rode past my door, he gave me a wave, thanking me for closing my door and he checked out how I was dressed and the way my breasts were standing high on my chest and he gave me a smile. The cocky boy had stepped in front of my car to allow the motorcycle to get past and while I was watching the park ranger unlock the gates, my front passenger's door opened and the boy climbed in next to me. I looked over at him and said, "What the hell are you doing?" "I'm just going to show you the best place to park...just in case you change your mind about a little fun exercise in the back of your car for eighty minutes. I eased the car forward into the now open car park and the boy was directing me to the other side of the car park, I followed his directions and said, "What's your name?" "I'm Gary Misses, what's your name?" "I'm Vicky Gary...what year are you in Gary?" "I'm in year ten Vicky...can I ask how old you are please?"
I didn't answer Gary's question, my first thought was, 'Year ten, that makes Gary about fifteen years old...' my body shook a little at the thought of a fifteen year old boy hitting on me was exciting and then my thought continued, '...John thought that it would be difficult to get a fifteen year old boy into my bed but he had suggested that I should at least go out looking for one!' Gary was directing me to reverse into a double space on an angle in the corner of the car park, he told me to park in the middle to prevent anyone parking at my side. The parking space was more a parking bay with bushes on three sides, cutting anyone's view into the big car except from the front. As I was thinking about John's suggestion that I should try for a fifteen year old boy to make up for not having sex when I was fifteen years old, I spotted my son at the bike sheds at the back of the school, a notorious place for underage smoking because the bike sheds were out of sight of the school, even if they were in the full sight of anyone sitting in the car park, I was watching Peter closely, Gary saw me watching Peter and he said, "Peter's only in year seven, he won't give you much exercise if he fucks you...anyway, he just got married to Wendy Duncan on the trip to Rome, so he's still on his honeymoon and not looking for anyone else to fuck just yet!" And then, as if to confirm Gary's comment, a girl joined Peter at the back of the bike sheds and they started kissing and fondling each other's bodies...hidden from the teachers in school but out in the open for anyone in the country park to see. Gary saw the way that I was watching Peter and Wendy playing together and got the wrong idea, he leaned over and kissed me, smack on my lips. I started to push Gary off and then I changed my mind and I returned his kiss, giving Gary a little more confidence and he started fondling my breasts through my camisol top. There was suddenly a knock at the window and a shouted, "Gary, the whistle's just gone!" Gary kissed me one more time, "I'll only be fifteen minutes and I'll be back, we can play for at least an hour...just hang on here for me...okay?" I nodded my head as Gary climbed down out of the car and ran for a hole in the back of the school fence, Peter and Wendy were still kissing as Gary ran past them, I saw Gary ruffle Peter's hair as he passed him and Wendy on his way into the school. The park ranger rode over to me and pulled up at my side of the car, I wound my window down as the ranger took his crash helmet off, he was just making small talk with me, starting by apologising for the gates still being locked when I turned up but I knew that the park ranger just wanted an excuse to get a close up look at my fantastic tits barely hidden from view in my lose silk camisole top...he realised that I noticed him trying to get a better look down my top and in embarrassment, he looked over my shoulder into the back of my car and saw that the back seats had been rolled out of the way to give an ocean of space behind my seat, he gave me a knowing wink before his radio barked out a message for him to respond to the riverside car park, there had been reports that the lock on the height restricting barrier had been cut during the night. He apologised to me once again and then he set off riding his motorcycle across the fields towards the riverside car park in the quickest time that he could. Almost as soon as the park ranger disappeared across the park, I saw Gary running from the back of the school, back to the hole in the back fence of the school. Gary ran to my door and he opened it, "Thank's for waiting for me Vicky..." Gary opened my door, "Come on, let's get comfortable in the back...a fuck is the same as running two and a half miles...and I've got to run five miles today so we need to get started on our exercise!" I was almost pulled from my seat and into the back of the car, I was soon stripped naked, all I was wearing was my silk top and tight skirt and my new scarlet pair of knickers, Gary was wearing less than me though, just a football shirt and shorts to take off and he was as naked as me. Gary was already fucking me by the time the rest of his class ran down the lane to the car park from the front of the school, a mixed group of twenty nine boys and girls ran past my car as Gary pounded his cock into me, driving me to my orgasm, the reason my orgasm came so easily was possibly as much to do with the taboo nature of fucking with a boy who was twenty-five years younger me and the the fact that there was a stream of fifteen year olds running past the front of my car.
I saw twenty-three assorted students run across the bridge over the stream but six students were missing from the line of runners stretching out across the park, six boys, the six that had been playing football earlier were hanging back at the bridge until all the other kids were out of sight before they crowded around my car to look in the back to see me naked under their friend as he fucked me as hard as he could. As soon as Gary grunted through his own orgasm, he rolled off of me and opened the door to let his friends join us in the car. There was a flurry of activity and suddenly I was being fucked by another boy, he didn't strip off though, just pulled his shorts down. It wasn't a great fuck, Gary had been experienced enough to get me to my climax before he had his own but his friends were very minor players and didn't excite me as much as Gary did. I didn't even bother asking any of the six boys their names; I just lay there and took six young cocks in my cunt, twelve eager hands fondling my tits as they fucked me and all the time, Gary sat by my side naked and stroking his cock as he watched his friends fucking me. Gary even had to give some of the boys pointers to be able to fuck me at all, I got the feeling that I was taking at least two of the boys virginity as they fucked me. I had been fucked, production line style, for just over an hour, even to the point that the next boy to fuck me entered the back of my massive four by four SUV from the off-side of the car as the previous boy left through the near-side door, we had ten minutes left before the end of the boy's sports lesson by the time the sixth un-named boy slipped his cock out of me. The faster runners were running back to school in dribs and drabs as Gary took his second bite of my cherry and he fucked me for almost fifteen minutes, making him the last runner back at school but he didn't run all the way up to the front of the school, he slipped through the hole in the school's back fence again. I had to hop out of the car in the nude to get in the front of the car to find my handbag and the Kleenex tissues it contained to try and dry my pussy from eight loads of boy cum. Fortunately once my driver's door was open, it shielded my naked body from the school and the bushes hid my nudity from the rest of the park. I didn't put my knickers back on because my pussy was still dripping wet. I checked my phone, there still wasn't any text message or phone call so John was probably still sleeping off the previous evenings excesses. I decided to take the long route home and drive past the riverside car park, just to see what was going on. As I approached the riverside car park I spotted a long line of gypsies parked opposite the entrance to the car park, there were at least eight small lories towing caravans, they were just waiting to get into the car park, they couldn't get in there though because the park ranger had parked his motorbike across the driveway into the car park and he was sitting on his bike to stop the gypsies driving into the car park. I also spotted another issue for the park ranger, another car had stopped outside the park, going in the same direction as me, as the two men from the car approached the ranger, I could tell that they were definitely gypsies as well and they were out looking for trouble. I sat there watching as the two men were trying to harass the park ranger, trying to get him off of his motorcycle or at least move him and his bike away from the driveway long enough for the lead lorry and caravan to get into the car park. I saw the problem, the gypsies only needed one of their tribe to get parked in the car park with his caravan and they would have to allow the whole tribe to set up camp, but if the tribe broke the law to get on the land then they could be removed by force. So locks were cut by members of another tribe before the gypsies turned up and in the current situation, the two men would happily risk breaking the law while removing the park ranger by force because they knew that the most they'd get was a slapped wrist and a small fine that they would never have to pay because they didn't have a fixed address to send the fine to. The ranger and his bike were being moved a few feet to the right and the first truck started to roll forward but I decided on a little direct action of my own and I stabbed the button to engage four wheel drive and I bounced my four wheel drive car up onto the grass verge and I slipped the front of my car across the entrance of the car park, replacing the ranger and his bike with my car. Well there was a shit storm from the gypsies, they just weren’t used to 'Citizens' taking the law into their own hands to thwart their plans, especially a slip of a woman like me, I locked my doors and sat my ground, fortunately the park authorities had already called the police to try and stop the gypsies getting a foothold on their land or, if they were too late stop the camp being set up, they could issue the order to move on, to start the twenty eight day clock running to be able to issue an evection order to get them moved on as quickly as possible.
The police turned up and spoke to the gypsy prince, they pointed out that the car park was closed to them and that the height restrictor was about to be locked closed again so that they wouldn't be able to get their lories or caravans on the car park so they were now causing an obstruction on the highway and that they would be charged if they didn't move on. I remained in place for a few minutes while the workmen made a simple alteration to the height restrictor, welding a steel plate over the hoop that would hold the padlock and a round padlock was fitted so that it couldn't be cut off as easily as the old, hooped, padlock had been. While the park's workmen were fixing the height restrictor, I opened the car's door so that the park ranger could stand at the side of the car and talk to me, he was touching my leg and looking from my tits to the vast area of flat space behind my driving seat. His friends were just packing away their tools and he smiled at me, "We can open the car park again now...he looked into the car park, he smiled at me and then he nodded with his head to the furthest corner of the car park and said, "You know, a four by four like this could get parked in that sheltered little sot over there...out of sight of everyone!" I raised my eyebrows and manoeuvred my car into the car park and drove up the mudy embankment to a spot that was almost totally out of sight of everyone. I climbed into the back of my car, just as the park ranger walked over to me, he joined me in the back of my car and we got down to fucking but neither of us undressed, he just opened his trousers and lifted the front of my miniskirt. I'd left the radio playing as we fucked and suddenly the radio fell silent and John's voice came over the loud speakers, "I'm awake now darling, when will you be home?" I looked at the park ranger who was busily having a heart attack at my husband's voice coming out of nowhere, he was trying to keep as silent as he could so that John wouldn't know that I had company. I started bucking my hips up under him to restart the fuck, "What's your name darling?" There was a little confusion on John's part and a great deal of reluctance on the part of the park ranger, John said, "It's me darling...you know...John, your husband!" "Not you darling, the man fucking me in the back of my car, I was asking him what his name was!" The park ranger whispered, "Patrick!" "And how long does it usually take you to cum if you're under pressure and not playing to the gallery!" Patrick mumbled, "About ten minutes!" And John said, "Playing to the gallery darling...just how many people are watching you?" "No one darling, he was trying to impress me with his staying power...if you don't want to listen to us fucking, you'll have to hang up darling, my phone is in my bag in the front so I can't do it!" The radio remained muted, I pulled Patrick's face down against mine, kissed him and then I whispered in his ear, "Well, it looks like you have a gallery to play to now...make it bloody good Patrick!" Patrick went a little crazy, fucking me so hard that it sounded like he was slapping me around and when he finally climaxed, he bellowed like an animal as he spilled his seed into me. I let Patrick out of the car and climbed into the front seat and said, "How was that then darling?" "He sounded enthusiastic, shall I add his name to the number fifteen square?" "No, put Gary in that spot, a very energetic fifteen year old boy I met when I dropped Peter off at school darling!" As I hadn't bothered to ask the other six boys their names, I didn't bother telling John about them, I didn't have an unlimited number of spaces on that spreadsheet so if I forgot to log a half a dozen or so from time to time, my fun could go on for much longer... 11,289 Words.
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