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Recruitment Drive
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Rape Recruitment Drive

My husband was a keen darts player and this year, he was about to be made Captain of The King's Head, one of our two village pub's darts teams...well, I say our village but where we lived was called Church View, it had been built on the wrong side of the church, between us and the church was the graveyard and as tradition dictates, the graveyard was actually outside the village boundary so our house wasn't actually in the village but we actually lived closer to the King's Head than most of the other villagers who lived inside the village boundary.

Because our house had been built outside the village and was right next to the graveyard, the locals had nicknamed it 'Dead End'.

So, it was darts night, I knew that it was a special night for John, he was going to be officially proclaimed the new team captain but I needed to be at work very early in the morning and I had a kind of phobia about large groups of people so I avoided the village pub like the plague so when John left to go to the pub with his speech typed out and printed off by our home ink jet printer in his hand, I took my shower and jumped into bed early wearing nothing but my cotton nighty.

I'd just managed to fall asleep when the phone rang, it was John, he was half way through the game but had hit a glitch, one of his team mates had spilled a full pint of beer over the table and his speech was directly in the way, paper printed out on an ink jet printer weren't the most permanent of documents but beer was especially good at erasing the ink from the page..."Darling, I know that it is a pain in the butt but could you print out a copy of my speech and bring it to the King's Head for me pretty please?"

I did complain that I was already in bed but John's replay was, "Just pop your winter coat on and run it over to me, it'll only take ten minutes darling!"

So I got up and while I printed out a fresh copy of his speech, I ran my hairbrush through my hair and put my winter coat on. The pub was just a five minute walk away, I would need to walk through the unlit graveyard and cross the road in front of the church. There was another way to get to the pub from my house that was reasonably well lit for most of the way but it would take thirty minutes to walk by that route. I tossed a mental coin in my head, heads I'd take the long route to the pub, tails the short route through the graveyard., I tossed again and thought, 'Best out of three' to myself. I wasn't the kind of woman to walk around the village wearing just a winter coat, a nighty and a pair of running shoes so I took the shortest route.

The land that my house had been built on was once upon a time a barn belonging to the Manor House and because the Manor House was the 'Seat' of the Lord of the Manor, he had a gate from his house to the church where he had his own private pew that none of the villagers were allowed close to and we benefited from that regal access to the church and the rest of the village beyond.

When I started out for the pub with John's speech in my hand, the lights from the house gave me a helping hand to keep on the path for most of the way to the gate way into the graveyard but once through the gate, I was in total darkness and out of that blackness a voice took me by surprise, his accent was very local, he was definitely a man who had lived in the village all of his life. The voice gave me a sudden start but what he said helped to settle me down a little, he said in a low calm voice, "Good evening Sarah, we don't usually see you out and about in the village at this time of night!"

I had jumped out of my skin when the man spoke but I managed to compose myself enough to say, "God you made me jump there...no, I don't usually come out at this time of night but John needed his acceptance speech at the King's Head..." I waved his speech in my hand in the total darkness, "...so I've had to print it off for him..."

I stopped talking at that point, not because I had finished talking but because he had pushed me off of the path and dragged me over to the grave of one of our past lords of the manor, his grave had a marble sarcophagus marking his resting place about eighteen inches above the ground and I was thrown down on top of that, my coat ripped open, the collar pulled down over the outsides of my arms so that I couldn't fight him off and once I was pinned down on the grave, he took both sides of my nighties collar and pulled his hands apart, ripping my nighty from the collar to the bottom hem so now I was almost totally naked lying on top of a grave. I screamed as soon as I realised what he was doing but he soon clamped his hand over my mouth to stop me calling out again.

When he actually started the actual rape phase, I thought, "Well, at least it will all be over in two to three minutes!' That was because three minutes was the longest time my husband had ever had his cock inside my pussy, he was always so quick to cum in me that he usually got me close to my own orgasm with his fingers first before he actually plugged into me.

When his cock first entered me it made me gasp, it was actually painful, I was in no doubt that the rapist's cock was bigger than John's, certainly fatter but it had been many years since John had fucked me without first working between my legs with his fingers or tongue so the pain came from both his size as well as entering my cunt dry.

I didn't want to attain any pleasure from my attacker but I had no choice...I'd never been fucked like it in my life before, there was no loving, no kissing, no cuddling...he just fucked me like an animal would, fast and aggressive. I'd never been fucked for five whole minutes before and when he reached the five minute mark I began to orgasm and as soon as my climax washed over my body, he took his hand off of my mouth and said, "You like that don't you...I'll bet that John never rocks your world like this, does he?"

I didn't answer, I couldn't answer, I was too busy fighting for breath and it really took me by surprise just how long an orgasm could last for...it also amazed me just how long my attacker could keep up fucking me for. I think that lack of oxygen might have made me pass out a little for a few seconds. I have to say that when he first impaled me with his cock, I wanted him to stop but after over ten minutes of a continuous climax, I didn't really want him to stop.

There was a change in his fucking, what had been a steady rhythmic pounding into me was becoming a little ragged, his breathing had changed and he started grunting. When John got to this point, it meant that he was actually having his orgasm and his cock would fall out of my cunt in just a few more seconds so I'd better have reached my own goal or it was too late...my rapist continued for another two minutes, giving me one last orgasm before his grunting turned into muscle spasms shaking his whole body. There was yet another difference between my rapist and my husband, when his muscles went into spasm, I felt something deep in my pussy, I actually felt semen leaving his cock, I'd never felt that with John. John would have one or two spasms when he climaxed and then roll away, I knew something had been left behind because it would trickle out after about an hour or so but I'd never felt his semen leaving his cock. My rapist didn't just spurt twice, his body spasmed five times and I actually felt his cum spurt four out of those five times.

His body fell on top of me as he fought to get his breath back and through the gasps he said, "If you want another good fucking next week, when John goes to the King's head, you come over to the Coach and Horses and have a fucking good time with us...oh, and wear that lovely green summer dress for us, I love the way it shows your tits off!"

As quickly as the attack had started it was over, he pulled his cock out of my cunt and ran for the hills...well, not quite the hills, I heard his footsteps pounding on the tarmac path and then the crunching sounds as he took the gravel path to the western gate, the main living area of the village was to the west of the church so he was probably heading for home.

I lay still for thirty seconds until I heard the gate in the western wall slam behind him and that was like a starting pistol going bang, I jumped off of the grave stone, pulled my coat closed and ran back to the southern gate, the gate a few yards away from my house.

I hadn't locked my front door when I left home, I was only planning on being away from home for a few minutes and I'd already been out for three times that length of time. I stepped into my front hallway and looked down at my coat and torn nighty, the buttons had all been ripped off of my coat and the nighty would have to be thrown away, there was no way of repairing it.

I looked at my ankles, there was a river of semen rolling down the insides of both of my legs and the stream was about to wash over the side of my running shoes. I ran up to the bathroom and used a towel to dry the insides of both of my legs, I was still mopping up spunk as I walked into my dressing room, I had two large wardrobes, the towel reached my fanny and I winced a little in pain, my cunt had taken a pounding and it was sore. I'd just had more than two years worth of sex in thirty minutes and the cock pounding into me was more than twice the size of the cock that I was used to.

I couldn't really dry my pussy efficiently because it was too sore so I would still be leaking spunk for some time to come.

I opened my summer wardrobe in passing, the green dress that the rapist had mentioned was right at the front of my wardrobe, emerald green with a very low cut front and back and a short hem length, it was probably the sexiest dress that I owned. I opened my winter wardrobe, all of those dresses were ankle length and closed up to the neck. I closed that wardrobe again and picked out my green summer dress. I didn't bother with a bra and I couldn't wear knickers because of the leakage and soreness so I was even less dressed when I left the house for the second time that evening than I had been the first time...even the coat I chose wasn't as long or heavy as the first coat I'd worn.

Even though I'd just been raped walking through the dark graveyard, I had to go that way now because it had been so long since John phoned me to bring him a copy of his speech so I had no choice, I had to go that way.

It only took me six minutes to walk from our house to the King's Head, I could hear the noise from the darts players as I left the churchyard. There were two reasons that I didn't go to the pub with my husband, the first reason was that I had to be at work at six o'clock in the morning and the other was that I suffered a little from a form of 'Enochlophobia' the fear of crowds of people so I avoided social events like visits to the pub.

I opened the door and stepped inside which is where I froze to the spot. Each darts team had ten players, they also had a substitute player, so that made twenty two people and there were others, like our team's captain was a non-playing team member, he was terrible at playing darts but a wizard at organising things. There were more people in the pub as well as the players, several of our teams players had brought their wives with them. John spotted me in the doorway and came over to me. He kissed me on my cheek and thanked me for turning out at that time of the night and then he gave me a strange look, "Did you make your face up before coming out?"

I shook my head, "No, why?"

He smiled at me, "You look gorgeous...that's all. I was expecting you to look all sleepy because I got you out of bed!"

I shook my head, "No, I woke up a lot on the long walk over here."

John was called, it was his game next, he asked me if I wanted a drink now that I was there, I was distracted a little, I had just spotted William Black's wife Angela, she was sitting at a table close to the door next to Denis Ball, William played number four in the team and Denis played at number eight, John followed William because he was number five. What had drawn my attention was Angela pulling her hand away from Denis' crotch area as William was shaking hands with the Bull's Head player that he had just beaten.

I heard John say, "Peter mate, can you take this fiver and get Sarah a vodka and coke for me please...I have to play my game next!"

I was too late to tell John that I didn't want a drink, Peter Tomlinson was already walking to the bar with John's cash in his hand, I wasn't stopping, I still had work at six am in the morning. William came up to my side and said good evening to me before sitting down at his wife's side and taking a swallow from his glass. William and Denis started a conversation across Angela, they were leaning forward so that they could see each other's faces as they talked but when Angela leaned back in her seat, I could see that Denis' hand was on Angela's thigh, hidden from her husband by the table top.

A hand slapped gently between my shoulder blades, causing me to stiffen up and look away from Angela...it was Peter Tomlinson, he was grinning at my reaction to his touch, "John asked me to get you a drink!"

"I wasn't stopping for a drink, I only popped over to give John his notes for his speech later on tonight and I have work early in the morning."

Peter put my drink down on the table on the other side of the door from the Black's table and then he turned to look at me, I think he had expected me to follow him and my drink to the table but I was still standing there, planted to the Welcome mat just inside the pub's front door. He came back to me and lifted the back of my long hair, I felt his fingertips curl over the collar of my coat, "You need to take this off or you won't feel the benefit of it later when you go home!"

He gripped my coat and pulled it down so that it slopped from my shoulders, "I'll hang it on the hat stand by the fire so that it will be nice and warm for you when it's time to go home."

As Peter pulled my coat away from my body, he gave me a low whistle as my body covered as it was by my emerald green dress slipped from under the cover of my coat, "Sarah, you look fantastic!"

Peter's whistle had distracted the man playing my husband at that moment, I saw him turn his head slightly, he caught Peter unveiling my body and his first dart flew wildly and hit the wooden board surrounding the dartboard. The players next two darts fared little better, he racked up a score of ten points, two single fives. His team captain told him to keep his mind on the game.

I was still planted to the welcome mat when John swapped places with his opponent and I watched the other player walk over to Gary, our team captain, I couldn't hear the conversation but I was very good at lip reading, which I translated as, 'How about the woman in green, would she be available?'

My eyes scanned the room quickly, I was the only woman in green!

Gary looked in my direction and shook his head, as his lips moved, I translated the movement, 'No, just the woman with the short blond hair in the white dress or the one by the door in the red t-shirt... but only after you sign to play for us next season!'

Peter dragged me back to him and away from the silent conversation between out team's captain and one of the opposition players. Peter placed his left hand on my bare back between my shoulders and stroked up under my hair to my neck as he whispered "Come and sit with me at the table Sarah." into my ear. I still wasn't moving though, he moved his hand from my neck to my left shoulder, pulling my body against his right hand side and causing a cascade of my long hair to fall over my left shoulder, covering my left breast on the outside of my dress.

Peter was making no secret of the fact that he was looking down the front of my dress, trying to get a better look at my unfettered breasts.

"I love that look Sarah, the way your long hair is cascading over your breast like that...I'd love to photograph you in that pose!"

Now, if there was one thing that I hated more crowds of people, it was having my photograph taken, I gave Peter a sour look and shook my head.

"Don't look at me like that Sarah, I take great photographs...go and ask Samantha, she'll show you how good a photographer I am."

I paused for a moment, where I was standing was the least populated area of the pub, Samantha was Gary's wife, she was also the woman that Gary had mentioned to the Bull's Head player as the woman with the short blond hair but she was sitting in a more crowded part of the pub, her table was between the bar and the passageway leading to the toilets.

I took a deep breath and launched myself out from under Peter's hand and across the bar to Samantha's table, I sat in her husband's seat and asked her how good a photographer Peter was, there was a little backward and forward in our conversation, I ended up telling her that Peter had just told me to ask her to show me.

"Not here, too many people around us, come into the toilet with me."

I followed Samantha to the ladies toilet, she searched through her photo gallery on her mobile phone and selected a photograph, she kept it hidden from me until she had zoomed into the part of the picture that she wanted to show me before turning the phone towards me for me to look at. Apart from the fact that the woman in the picture had long blond hair, she could have been Samantha. The picture was very good, I could see from the top of her head to just below her breasts, one breast totally covered with the woman's long blond hair the other breast exposed.

"Who is the model Sam?"

Samantha laughed at me, "Can't you tell? It's me!"

I zoomed the picture out, she was actually totally naked, her right foot was on a step, opening her legs for the camera, her pussy was shaved, she had bright red pussy lips and her cunt was wide open. I zoomed out even more as I said, "It can't be you, I've never known you to have long hair!"

The picture had been taken in our local city's main park, standing at the side of the bandstand, there was something else as well, Samantha's husband was standing a few feet away from her holding her dress in his hands.

"I'd been at a fancy dress party wearing a long blond wig, I went as one of Charlie's Angels...you know, the blond haired one!"

"Farah Fawcett-Majors!"

Sam nodded her head, "Yes, that's the one."

We walked back into the bar, John was sitting at the table with Peter so I left Samantha and walked towards John. I saw Gary holding a nonverbal conversation with Sam across the room, the man who had asked Gary about me earlier was standing at Gary's side, leaning on the bar, filling in a form, Gary looked over his shoulder and he nodded at Sam. She didn't sit down at her table but she did take a drink from her glass.

John jumped to his feet as I approached the table and asked me to sit between him and Peter on the bench seat behind the table. As soon as I sat down, Peter swivelled to the right in his seat so that he was half facing me, his knees pressing into the side of my thigh as he chatted to John across my body and as they talked, he was rubbing his knee up and down against my thigh.

Peter said to John, "It looks like Mark has signed to play for us next year!"

John gave Peter a confused look and Peter responded by nodding his head in Samantha's direction, both John and I looked at Sam, just as the man who had played John a few minutes earlier walked over to Sam and spoke to her.

John said, "I'd better go and check in with Gary."

As John left the table, I watched Samantha walk back towards the toilet three paces ahead of the guy that Peter had called Mark. I was curious but the thing that spurred me to move was Peter placing his hand on my knee. I followed Sam and Mark a few seconds behind them.

I walked into the Ladies toilet but it was empty, I listened outside the men's toilet but could hear no sound at all over the hum from the bar, a voice from that direction called out, "Silence please...game on!"

It was like someone had flipped a switch and everything went silent, the only sound now came from a door at the end of the passage, a man's voice, not a local accent and all I heard was, "Yes...yes, that's it!"

I walked down to the door and opened it. I didn't know what I was expecting to see but what I did see came as a shock to me. The door opened out onto a small courtyard that held the pub's dustbins, Mark was standing two feet away from the door, Samantha was squatting down in front of him sucking his cock. I froze again, Mark looked at me and grinned, "Come here and give me a kiss darling!"

I gasped for breath and slammed the door closed but stood just the other side of the door, I heard Mark say, "Pity, I would have loved to get my hands on your friend's tits."

I heard an exaggerated 'Pop' and a slurp through the door, "Sarah's not like me, she doesn't really like sex, all she gives her husband is a few minutes to fuck her every month!"

I stood just the other side of the door listening to silence, I assumed that Samantha was still sucking Mark's cock but whenever I did that service for John, he could never take more than one or two minutes of it before he climaxed or made me stop because his cock had become too sensitive. There was a cheer from the bar and the hum and buzz of conversation started up all over again. Not knowing what was going on on the other side of that door was making me a little crazy, more crazy than Mark asking me to go over to him to give him a kiss while Samantha was sucking his cock so I opened the door again and peeked out.

Samantha was almost standing up now, her back to me and Mark, she was bending forwards slightly leaning over a wheeled box full of empty bottles for recycling, the back of her dress was pushed up over her shoulders her bare bum exposed and Mark was fucking her from behind...not quite doggy style but a close approximation of it.

I hadn't blundered through the door this time, I'd opened it quietly and just about an inch so neither Sam nor Mark knew that I was there watching them, I actually stood there for more than five minutes watching Samantha being fucked and I felt a little jealous, Sam was being fucked and in the throes of a massive orgasm when I opened the door and she was still being fucked and climaxing a full five minutes later.

When Sam told Mark that I didn't like sex, she made it sound like it was my fault that me and John didn't have sex more often or more sex when we did actually get around to it but it was more like John that shortened our sex because he climaxed so quickly.

I heard a man's voice behind me, "Get me a pint in John, I'm just going for a piss!"

I looked over my shoulder and closed the door quickly before running to the door of the ladies toilet, as I ran along the passageway, the door from the bar opened slowly and a man walked into the passageway backwards as he spoke to someone further in the bar.

I made it look like I was walking from the ladies toilet and got a smile from the man, he wasn't one of John's team mates, I was sure of that, he said, "I don't suppose that you've seen my mate Mark anywhere, have you?"

"Mark who...I don't think I know any Marks."

"He was just playing a game of Darts with a man called John, I was told that John was your husband and I haven't seen him in the bar for a while."

I shook my head, "No, I'm sorry, he was still playing darts with my husband when I came out here to use the toilet!"

"Okay, sorry, I just thought...well, knowing Mark, he was probably out on a beaver hunt and he could have been performing in the ladies toilet."

I left him entering the men's toilet and went through to the bar, I spotted John at the bar, still talking to Gary so I went over to him while the next game of darts was getting ready to start.

"Oh hi darling, can you take my pint to our table for me...oh, and Peter's as well please?"

It felt a little like John was pushing me at Peter, even if unwittingly, I picked up the two pints and shook my head, it was all in my imagination, I was just putting two and two together and making six, it was just because of all the sex that was going on around me, my sleepy little village seemed to be shrouded in sex tonight. 'What about that picture of Samantha? That wasn't taken tonight, that must have been taken in the summer, Samantha was naked in the public park, that had to have been very early in the morning or there would have been people in the park and someone would have called the police.'

I put the two glasses down on our table and sat next to Peter, he reached across his body and put his left hand on my left leg, mid way between my knee and the bottom hem of my dress, "Did you see anything interesting out there Sarah?"

I looked down at his hand and then up to his face, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I assume that you've been watching Samantha paying Mark his transfer fee!"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're on about."

"Well, we're desperate for new players so Gary has offered a few of the Bull's Head players a little sexual incentive if they sign for us."

"Sexual incentives from who?"

Peter's hand stroked down to my knee and I took a sip from my vodka and coke, as Peter stroked his hand back up my thigh he said, "Sam and..." he leaned forward as his hand reached the bottom hem of my dress and looked at the table with William, Angela and Denis sitting at it, "...Angie both volunteered to give sexual favours to any of the Bull's Head players who signed up to play for us next year!"

"Oh my god!" My exclamation wasn't because Peter had told me that Samantha and Angela were willing to have sex with strangers but more that they had volunteered to do it in advance, "Why were Sam and Angie approached in the first place?"

I was distracted slightly by William saying, "I'll be up to play again in a minute, I'm going to the toilet!"

William walked straight towards me, he looked down at my lap and saw Peter's hand and he smiled at me and winked his eye as he said, "Evening Sarah..." he looked over his shoulder at John and Gary and continued, "...having fun tonight?"

I grabbed Peter's wrist and pulled his hand out from under my dress before William looked back at us. Seeing me holding Peter's wrist, keeping his hand away from my leg made William's grin widen as he walked on towards the toilet.

Peter lifted his forearm onto the tabletop so I let go of his wrist, "Everyone knows that Samantha and Angela love sex so they were almost guaranteed to take part but other husbands did ask their own wives if they would be willing to take a turn...didn't John ask you?"

I shook my head.

Peter looked over at John and he shook his head too, "John said that he had asked you but that you had flatly refused even to come along and flirt a little with the players from other teams!"

I couldn't really blame John, he knew how much I hated crowds of people and the main reason that I never came to darts matches in the past was because I always started work so early in the morning, I had a secondary idea, 'I wonder if the reason that John didn't talk to me about their 'Flirty Fishing' plan to attract new players was because of his own sexual inadequacies...the fact that we never really talked about sex...we just did it on those days when sex was expected between partners, special 'Red letter days', my birthday, his birthday, Valentine's Day and perhaps New Year's Eve, we never did it on a whim or spontaneously.'

I looked down at my lap, Peter's hand was back under the bottom hem of my dress and I hadn't spotted it because I was deep in thought about the 'Flirty Fishing', his fingertips were just an inch from my pussy, "I see that you're a believer in the full beaver Sarah!"

I gave him a confused look, he was still leaning forward and he stopped looking at me, he was looking across at Angela and Denis, I moved my head slowly, I saw the tables that the Bull's Head players were sitting at, three of their players were leaning forward, staring intently at Angela, I also spotted two of their players were looking in my direction too, they were leaning well forward to get the lowest view of me that they could, they were trying to get a view of me under our table. There should have been two chairs opposite me that would have blocked their view but those two chairs were on the opposite side of the room to turn the Bull's Head players tables from four seat tables into six seat tables.

I saw lecherous looks on the faces of the men looking in Angela's direction, more so than on the faces of those men looking over at me so I looked at Angela. Denis' hand was up under Angela's skirt, like Peter's hand was up under my dress but while my legs were closed and Peter's hand was static, his fingertips just brushing over my upper thigh an inch away from my pussy, Angela's legs were wide apart and Denis was obviously finger fucking her judging by the speed that his hand was moving in and out under her skirt.

I looked back at Peter, "What did you mean full beaver?"

"I can feel your pussy hair an inch away from your pussy, all of the other wives prefer shaved fannies."

I gave him an incredulous look, "How would you know?"

He refocused his eyes on my face and his fingertips crept a little closer to their target, "I know what all the other wives look like in the nude because I've photographed them all over the last year, photographed them as well as fucked them, every one apart from you and I'm setting my sights on photographing you next!"

I shook my head and gave him a disbelieving look. He reached into his jacket pocket with his right hand and dropped his phone on the table, see for yourself, check out my cloud, just type players wives into my cloud search app!"

I opened his apps page, "What app opens your cloud?"

"It's called 'Connect-wise', just open it and you'll get a search box."

I selected the app and the search box opened but I noticed a history section just below the search box, the first search title in the history was 'Players Wives' and at the side of the title, it said that that page had been searched for over eight hundred times since it was created.

I selected that file and it opened with a picture of Angela Black, she was naked, her right breast covered by her long hair, her right foot was on a tree stump rather than a step but the pose was exactly the same as the picture that Sam had shown me and she was obviously outside in the open. I flicked to the left and the picture of Sam popped onto the screen. I didn't actually know all of the players' wives but I flicked over fifteen pictures of naked women, all the women with long hair were in the same pose as Angela and Sam, the pictures of women with shorter hair all seemed to have been taken indoors, in the same room, judging by the decor, the women with short hair were all lounging on the sofa, leaning back with their legs on the seat of the sofa and their right knees up, again opening their vaginas to the camera but the thing was, every one of them had clean shaven pussies.

"So, when can I photograph you Sarah...more importantly, when can I fuck you?"

"Never and again, double never."

Peter just laughed at my answer but as he laughed, he pushed his hand a little higher up under my dress, his fingertips were now touching the cleft at the opening to my vagina but my legs were clamped closed to stop Peter doing to me what Denis was doing to Angela. I was about to push his hand away from my pussy when John came back to our table and as John walked towards us, Peter pulled his own hand out from between my legs but he left it on my bare thigh, roughly where he had placed it when he first touched me.

John slid back into his seat and he looked at where Peter's hand was resting on my thigh, he looked surprised but he didn't say anything, he took a swallow from his beer, I looked at Peter's face, he had a smile like the cat that got all of the cream because I hadn't pushed his hand off of my knee before my husband saw it and because John hadn't said anything about it when he sat down and Peter was slightly emboldened because his hand was still on my thigh so he pulled my left leg towards him, spreading my thighs by about four inches.

I moved my head to look at John's face, he had seen Peter pulling my legs apart and all he did was smile as he put his pint back on the table and he said, "You're right Peter, Mark Smith has signed to play for us next year so hopefully, Gary won't have to play for us next year and Samantha won't have to be our substitute of record!"

I looked from John's face to Peter's, "I thought that your league only allowed men to play!"

Peter grinned at me, "We just put her down as Sam Maitland, her maiden name, and keep our fingers crossed that we never have to use her or we'd get two fines from the league, one for not fielding a substitute and another for naming a female player!"

I looked across the room, the table that had two men looking in my direction now had three men looking and the neutral expressions on their faces had changed to more lecherous looks because they could see further up under my dress. Peter stroked his hand over my leg, his fingers going further down between my thighs and he lifted his fingers to touch the inside of my right thigh, pushing my right leg away from my left leg, my knees were now about eight inches wide apart.

I was looking at the Bull's head players opposite me but I caught John's face out of the corner of my eye, he was looking at Peter's face and smiling at him as he nodded his head up and down just once. Peter started to slide his hand towards the bottom hem of my dress again slowly...I wondered if I should push his hand away from my leg before he got too far but that thought was cancelled when Gary called Peter's name and Mark Smith for their match.

Peter took a swallow from his glass and said, "Wish me luck Sarah."

John said "Good luck."

Peter replied, "Thanks mate but I'd prefer a good luck kiss from the beautiful Sarah!"

John looked from Peter to me, I shook my head, John nodded his head at me and I shook my head again, John said, "Go on, it won't kill you...just give a little kiss for good luck!"

I lifted my bottom up off of the seat and gave Peter a quick kiss, I aimed to kiss him on his right cheek but at the last minute, he turned his face so that my lips crashed into his.

I sat back down on my seat, I knew that my face was bright red as I said, "I was only going to kiss him on his cheek, he turned at the last minute..."

John patted my right thigh, "Relax darling, it was just a little kiss, there's nothing wrong with it." As John was saying that, he was shaking my right leg from side to side, he managed to push my left leg to roughly the place that Peter had pulled it to and he pulled my right leg towards him so that my knees were once again about eight inches apart.

I looked down at my lap and then at his face, he took his hand off of my thigh and he took another drink from his pint, I saw him look sideways and down at my legs to see if I had closed my thighs, I saw his lips curl against the edge of his glass because I hadn't just slammed my thighs closed as soon as he let go of my leg. "Why didn't you ask me to come with you tonight?"

John lost his smile, "I knew that you would usually be in bed before the match was due to start so I didn't bother to ask you!"

"But you told everyone that you had asked me but that I had refused."

"I'm sorry, it was just easier to say that I had asked you and you had refused than to admit that I hadn't asked you!"

"Why didn't you ask me?"

John looked very sheepish, "Well, I know that you hate it when men flirt with you and the reason Gary wanted wives and girlfriends to come tonight was so that the men from the Bull's Head team could flirt with them!"

"I only complain when drunken men flirt with me because they lose all of their boundaries when they flirt, you've left everyone here with the impression that I hate sex...even with you and it's just not true!" I managed to stop myself saying that our sexual problems were all sitting firmly at his door because he had a slight premature ejaculation problem because that would have hurt John's feelings, I was sure that he thought our sex life was normal.

We had a few moments of a heart to heart, John told me that things started to change a few years ago, one of the large employers in the area closed their doors and most of the men of working age, the age that men played darts, had moved out of the area and the people replacing them in our area were mostly retired men or men from London who use our village as a dormitory village, virtually just using our village as a place to sleep but spending most of their lives in London. The other pub in our village, The Coach and Horses had closed down because the owner had gone bankrupt and our team almost got kicked out of the darts league because we couldn't guarantee a team every week. The only thing that kept our darts team afloat and our pub solvent was because William Black was persuaded to join the darts team and he had brought a few others from his village with him, like Denis Ball and Peter Tomlinson, William, Denis and Peter brought a far more relaxed moral attitude, William's wife used to flirt with every man in the darts team and she persuaded Samantha to join in with the sex play.

I had a sudden memory triggered from earlier in the evening when I was in the churchyard with the rapist, he told me that if I wanted another fuck next week that I should go to the Coach and Horses when John went to play darts at the King's Head..."Erm John, did you say that the Coach and Horses had closed down?"

"It did, they got a new owner and he went bust again about six months ago and now it's been taken over by a kind of religious group, they call themselves 'The Children of Rajneesh' or 'CoR', apparently the Beatles bought this Indian Guru a large country estate a few miles away and set up a free love commune with thousands of followers, total strangers used to have sex out in the open and thousands of kids were born who didn't know for sure who their mother's and father's were but the religious sect was swimming in cash. Rumour has it that the CoR still practice free love but they don't have the large country estate to have sex out in the open anymore so they use the old Coach and Horses.

I thought, 'I'll have to google the CoR and see what I can find out about them, if the man who raped me earlier was one of them then to him he might not have been so much a rapist, more a religious fanatic...I racked my brain, had I actually said no, had I actually told him to stop? I couldn't remember doing either but then as he started to fuck me he had covered my mouth with his hand but as soon as I started my climax, he had uncovered my mouth and I still hadn't told him to stop.'

I suddenly had another worrying thought, had John really had a mishap with his speech, had he even bothered to print his speech before he left home to go to the pub or had he phoned me to trick me into going to the pub?

The picture that I got from John was that all they wanted the wives and girlfriends at the pub for was to give the impression that playing for the darts team would be a fun evening's entertainment, not necessarily to have sex with them, just to be friendly with them, when I told John that I thought that Samantha had let Mark screw her, John shook his head in disbelief, "No way, now if you had told me that Angela Black had screwed him I would have believed you, she's sex mad, she calls it Martini sex, 'Any man... Any where... Any time!' But Samantha has only flirted with a few men so far, just a little kissing and cuddling, fooling around in the back seat of a car with a man to try to convince him to play for our team."

"Did you buy me this drink..." I took the last swallow from my glass, "...to encourage me to stop here for a while to flirt with some of the Bull's Head team?"

John gave me a shocked look, he was shaking his head but then he shrugged his shoulders, "If I'm being honest with you, I was hoping that you would hang about for a little while, let a few of their players chat you up, even if it was only for a half an hour or so, you would have seriously impressed any player thinking of joining us."

"Mark Smith asked Gary if I was available, when Gary told him that I wasn't, Mark did look disappointed and he ended up taking Samantha outside after he signed on for your team."

There was an announcement, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to have our supper, there are sausages or faggots with mashed potatoes and peas...after we've eaten, there will be a few speeches and then we'll start the first game of the second half with the Bull's Head's number ten player playing the King's Head's number one!"

John gave me another sheepish look, "Will you stay for some supper please darling?"

I was about to shake my head, it was already almost two hours after my planned bed time, far too late for supper, for me it was closer to my breakfast time than my supper time. I looked at John's face, he was almost pleading with me to stop a little longer, "Okay then but not much, just one sausage, one scoop of potato and no peas but a splash of gravy would be nice please."

John went down to the bar where the landlord had just set out all of the tubs of food, he queue-jumped and slipped into the line of men between Mark Smith and Peter Tomlinson, he spoke to Peter first and then he engaged Mark in conversation...I saw that John only had one plate in his hand and as he walked along the line of food, he was talking to Mark as they spooned food onto their plates. When they reached the end of the bar, Mark was heading to one of the Bull's Head's tables when Gary called John's name, John handed my plate to Mark and asked him if he would bring it over to me for him.

Mark had a massive grin on his face as he walked towards me with two plates full of food in his hands. He put my plate down in front of me and just stood there looking at me, looking down the front of my dress, with his plate in his hands, I looked in John's direction, he looked like he was in a discussion with Gary even though he kept looking over at me, he smiled in my direction and he nodded his head and mouthed, 'Invite Mark to join you!'

"Would you like to sit here to eat your supper Mark or would you rather join your friends?"

Mark sat in John's seat and he started eating his food, "I have to say that I was surprised when John told me that he was your husband...I thought that you were more Peter Tomlinson's type, John seems a little...shall I say 'Wet' for a Goddess like you!"

I cut a slice of sausage and added a little mashed potato and gravy to it before I put it in my mouth, as I chewed I smiled at Mark's comment and once my mouth was empty I responded, "I only met Peter for the first time a few months ago and I've been married to John for seven years so far!"

Mark laughed when I said that I had been married to John for seven years, "Why did that make you laugh?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking back to when you walked out on me and Sam when she was sucking my cock and I just thought that a woman suffering from the seven year itch might have been happy to give a fellow a little kiss while he was having his cock sucked like that...that's all!"

"I don't think I'm suffering from the seven year itch!"

"Okay but I would still have loved a little kiss from you while Sam was sucking me...I'd still love a little kiss from you...either on my lips or..."

He didn't say 'Or what', he just looked down at his trousers and the bulge that had formed.

"Didn't you get enough of that from Sam earlier?"

"A man can never have enough oral sex!"

My answer was more telepathy than vocal as I said, 'John can, two minutes would be as much as he could stand!', to myself.

Mark slipped his hand on my thigh as soon as he had finished his food, I looked over at the table opposite, his friends were nudging each other when they saw him making his play, at least four men were looking at me as Mark started pulling at my leg. I finished eating and picked up both plates to take them to the kitchen. After dropping the plates off I walked over to where John was talking to Peter and Gary, I pulled John to one side, "Mark has just made a pass at me, he asked me to suck his cock for him and he tried to slip his hand up under my dress!"

John gave a gasp and said, "I'm sorry dar..."

I stopped him apologising, "I wasn't complaining darling, I just wanted to make sure that you wanted me to play around with Mark a little before the game restarts?"

I got my third sheepish look of the evening as John nodded his head.

"How far do you want me to go with him?"

John looked nervously all around, "Well, I was hoping that you'd give him a little kiss and cuddle session but I was hoping that you'd be nice to one of the other Bull's Head players...I mean, Mark has already signed for us but we could do with another new player to join us as well..." John seemed to have another thought, "...it's okay, Mark will brag to his mates about whatever you do with him so just do whatever feels comfortable with him!"

I walked back to my table and stood at Mark's side, "I don't suppose that you have a car out in the car park do you Mark?"

He grinned at me and nodded his head, "Well, I don't have my own car here, I can get a set of keys from one of my friends though!"

I looked over at the tables with the other nine players sitting around them, they would know why Mark was asking for a set of car keys...if all I was planning on doing with Mark was a simple kiss and cuddle, I would almost have been better off sitting at his side and doing it right there in the bar.

I watched Mark whisper in one of his friends ears, the keys were passed over and Mark returned to my side, "Do you need your coat?"

"Will I be wearing it after the first ten seconds?"

He smiled and shook his head, "Probably not!"

"No point in putting it on then is there?"

He opened the door and I followed him out of the pub, I had expected a childish cheer from his fellow players but they were seemingly being very adult about the situation.

Mark's friend's car wasn't parked on the pub's car park but on a side street at the side of the Coach and Horses, out in the open.

I stopped in my tracks, "The car is a bit out in the open Mark!"

Mark looked all around, it was a sleepy little village but at least three houses around the car had lights on in their front windows overlooking the car and the car could also be seen from the bar of the Coach and Horses. Mark unlocked the car's doors and opened the rear near-side door and invited me to sit in, I just shrugged my shoulders and whispered, "Okay but we won't be able to go very far parked out here!"

Mark walked around the front of the car and opened the driver's door, he slipped the keys in the ignition and then he took his phone out of his pocket, I heard phone ringing from just around the corner, I actually heard someone say "Hello."

Behind me and Mark said, "We're too much out in the open here, we need you to move the car to a more private place mate!"

I looked over my shoulder and watched Mark's friend walk around the corner, he had obviously followed us from the bar, hoping to spy on what we got up to.

Mark pulled my face around to kiss me, it was just a quick bumping of our lips and then he said, "I do hope that you aren't shy Sarah!"

"I do suffer from Enochlophobia but that is just a fear of lots of people, I don't usually have any problems with just one or two people!"

We were kissing again, a longer kiss this time as Mark's friend got into the driver's seat and started the engine, he looked over his shoulder at us and said, "Where to, where is there a little privacy?"

My lips were still locked against Mark's and he was now rubbing his palm over my breast on the outside of my dress and I knew that his friend was really close, so close that I could feel his breath on my arm. I pulled my mouth off of Marks but left his hand rubbing over my breast. "If you drive to the end of this road there is a gateway into a factory unit, they don't have any cameras or security guards...well, not any more, they closed down four years ago."

Mark introduced me to his friend and our chauffeur for the 'Event' as Ian Wolley, I said, "Hi Ian, I'm Sarah..." I was stopped at that point by Mark covering my mouth again with his lips, burying his tongue in my mouth. Ian drove quickly to the end of the road and pulled into the overgrown factory's gateway and he turned the lights and the engine off. We were almost buried in buddleia bushes and Ian looked over his shoulder at us again, this time I felt his breath on my bare back, "Would you like me to bugger off somewhere guys?"

Mark pulled his mouth off of mine, his tongue made a popping sound as it left my mouth and he looked at me, "What do you say Sarah?"

I looked around, it would be a struggle to get out of the car anyway without reversing it into a more public place, I shook my head, "No, you can stop in the car with us Ian if you don't mind playing gooseberry!"

Mark chuckled as he pushed my dress's shoulder straps off of my shoulders, bulling my dress down to expose my breasts, "Don't worry about Ian, he won't be playing gooseberry if I know him like I think I do!"

Mark pushed my body away from his and looked at me, "Do you think that it would be safe to turn the lights on in here Sarah?"

I looked around again, "Should be okay...there are only a few courting couples come this far down the lane and they are usually after closing time!"

Mark leaned forward and started kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth and then biting them. I looked over at Ian, he was watching us as he raked the back of the seat in front of me forward and then he pulled the seat as far forward as he could.

It was a struggle for Ian to get through the gap between the front seats and into the back of the car with us. He moved the driver's seat as far forward as that would go and then he turned to face me, Mark was still working on my tits with his mouth as he was easing his hand up under the bottom hem of my dress.

"Mark...Mark, stop a minute...you're creasing my dress to buggery!"

Mark pulled his upper body away from me and he looked at me with disappointment on his face, I lifted my bottom up off of Ian's back seat and pulled my dress out from under my bottom, I leaned forward and pulled my dress all the way off so that I was now sitting naked on the back seat with my dress folded neatly on the parcel shelf behind the seat. Mark was about to pounce on top of me as he pulled his trousers down, I fended him off, "You can't fuck me without a condom!"

Mark looked crestfallen, "I didn't think that I'd need a condom to play darts unfortunately!"

Ian jumped in, he was looking at my naked body, he muttered, "You don't see many hairy fannies these days..." he looked from me to Mark, "...I have a new pack of three in the glove box..." he looked back at me, "...I'll lend Mark a condom if I can use one in you when he's finished with you!"

Mark had finished pulling his trousers down by then, I looked at his erection, he really was quite large, both long as well as fat, if I was using a meat analogy, I would say that if John had a two ounce burger, Mark had a half pounder but it wasn't straight like John's cock, Mark's cock looked more like a banana, it curved to the right as well as upwards slightly. It was a struggle for Mark to get his legs out of his trousers...I could have taken Mark to my house and used one of John's condoms, at least we would have had room to move around in my bedroom.

I looked into Ian's eyes and nodded my head. I rolled forward and took Mark's cock in my mouth while Ian fought with his car to get into the glove box from the back seat. I sucked Mark's cock for a full five minutes, I would never have been able to do that to John, he would have pushed me away two minutes ago.

Ian said, "Here you go Mark!"

I pulled my mouth off of Mark's cock and took the condom from Ian's fingers, I quickly checked the outside of the foil wrapper for breaches in its integrity, then I tore it open and carefully rolled the condom down Mark's massive cock. It was a struggle in the back of the car, even though it was quite a large car, it was still difficult to have sex in the back seat, especially when there were three of us back there, me and Mark on the back seat and Ian watching us with his bum resting on the back of the front passenger seat.

Mark pulled and pushed me around until the top of my head was touching the near-side door and my bum more than half way across the seat...Mark folded me in half, pushing my knees against my tits and he jumped straight into my pussy. Because Mark had less than half the seat, he had to kneel on the seat and lift my bum up to slide his knees under my bottom.

I grunted with discomfort as my cunt was suddenly invaded by such a massive cock, especially after my earlier rape, at least my second fuck wasn't a dry fuck, I was well and truly turned on by the time Mark entered me. As soon as Mark got into his stride, Ian started undressing, he stripped himself totally and then he moved across to me, he aimed his cock at my mouth and pushed it into my mouth. Ian was more fucking my mouth than me sucking him off.

I actually discovered that I quite liked sucking cocks, I had liked sucking John's cock but he never let me get into my stride really, my five minute suck of Martin's cock had been a great experience, even if his cock was so huge that he gave me jaw ache, Ian's cock was a much better size, I sucked him for close to twenty minutes before he climaxed in my mouth and Mark followed him to his own orgasm. I'd been given a million orgasms from Mark's cock.

Ian actually apologised for shooting in my mouth without warning and for climaxing in my mouth rather than in a condom in my cunt. We all dressed and Ian drove us back to the King's Head with me and Mark snogging for the whole journey.

I slipped back into the pub on my own while Ian drove into the pub's car park. Peter greeted me at the door with a kiss on my lips, he grinned at me, "Do I taste a little spunk on your lips Sarah?"

"I don't know, what does spunk taste like?"

He laughed at me just as Ian and Mark walked back into the pub, crashing the front door into my back because I was still standing in front of it in a clinch with Peter.

Peter's grin widened and he pulled me to our table and as soon as we sat down he said, "Did you take them both on or was Ian playing 'Peeping Tom'?"

I gave him a tight lipped smile, "A girl never kisses and tells."

Music started playing in the 'Smoke Room', the King's Head was an old fashioned pub, it had a large 'Tap Room' with tiled floors and hard wooden seats, it was the perfect place to play darts, it had a much posher room, we called it the smoke room but when the pub was built, it would have been called the Gentleman's Smoking Room, the room where merchants and professional men would drink, the floor was carpeted and the seats were all padded for comfort.

The Bull's Head player who was playing darts when I walked in came out of the passageway from the toilets, he made a beeline for me and Peter, he said "Hi!" to Peter and then he looked at me and said, "I've put some music on in the smoke room, fancy a dance with me Sarah?"

I looked at Peter, he gestured with his head in the direction of the smoke room, encouraging me to say yes to the man, "I'll go and tell John that you've popped into the smoke room for a dance with Eddy."

I looked over at John, he was just taking up his place at the dart board to start his last game of the evening.

The lights were off in the smoke room, the only light came from the jukebox in the corner. I was grabbed and kissed and then Eddy said, "I've got a condom, do you want to waste time dancing around the subject or can we get down to it straight away?"

I should have been angry, should have been mad with Eddy, madder at Mark, the bastard must have bragged about fucking me in the back of Ian's car, or perhaps it was Ian who bragged. I pushed him away from me, "Come on darling, Gary offered me Samantha or Angela but I didn't fancy following Mark Smith up anyone's alley and Angela...well, she's a little busy at the moment," He punctuated his sentence by nosing his head further into the room. I suddenly spotted light from the jukebox reflecting off of flesh, a lot of bare flesh. It took a while for me to resolve the scene, it was definitely a couple fucking in the corner opposite the jukebox and I had to assume that the woman was Angela and that the man fucking her was one of the Bull's Head's players.

I thought that neither Ian or Mark could have bragged to Eddy or he would have known that I'd just been fucked by Mark as well and if he had known that, he probably wouldn't have wanted to screw me either.

While I was scanning the gloom, Eddy moved in on me again, his left hand rubbing my breasts and his right hand up under the front of my dress.

"If I can't fuck you, at least give me a blow job!"

The door from the toilets into the smoke room opened and Peter walked in. I could see it was Peter clearly because I was only two feet inside the room when Eddy first pounced on me, I pushed Eddy away again but Peter said, "Don't be like that Sarah, John was a little worried about you, he asked me to come in and keep an eye on you to make sure that Eddy didn't go further than you wanted him to go."

Peter pushed me into Eddy and there was another kiss from Eddy. Peter then slipped in behind me and he pushed his arms between my ribs and my arms to grab a hold of my tits from behind and as he played with my tits, he rubbed his cock against my bum, he whispered in my ear, "Have you ever tried anal sex Sarah?"

I shook my head.

"Why not, it's a good form of birth control!"

I pulled my mouth away from Eddy's, "John has never shown any interest in having sex that way...and anyway, he would cum before he managed to get his cock up there!"

Peter started pulling my shoulder straps over the outside of my shoulders as Eddy moved in and pressed his lips against mine again, Peter whispered directly into my left ear, "Have you ever tried having sex with another woman Sarah?"

Eddy groaned into my mouth and as my dress fell onto the carpet, Eddy pulled his cock out of his fly-hole.

I shook my head again, Eddy was trying to get his cock in me as we stood there, I pulled my mouth off of his and told him to put his condom on and then I said, "No, I've never had sex with another woman...never even kissed one...well, not on the lips at any rate!"

Peter was now fondling my tits out in the open and he was pulling me towards a table, "That's a pity, Samantha would like to try having sex with another woman and she really fancies you...I'd love to film the two of you going at each other!"

Peter's cock moved away from my bottom and he walked around one side of the table as he pulled me backwards down onto the table top. Eddy took his opportunity and he mounted me as Peter pulled my head over the opposite edge of the table, his cock was suddenly out and pressing against my lips as Eddy fucked me. Eddy was only a five minute wonder as he filled his condom.

Peter held me down as he ran around the table and then Peter was screwing me without a condom on his cock.

I gasped and tried to push him off of me when I heard a sound coming from the direction of the serving area of the bar. Peter forced my hands back down and said, "Just relax, it's probably just John or Gary come to watch the performance...it's a pity that they missed our three-some, you me and Eddy, John would have come in his pants if he had seen that...mind you, he would love to see you and Samantha fucking each other as well!"

Peter fired off in my pussy and he pushed a rolled up face cloth up inside my fanny to mop me out, "Have you ever heard of Alum?"

I shook my head, "Alum is a grey powder, this applicator will blow a small amount of Alum deep inside your vagina..." Peter showed me a small pot with a long rubber tube with hundreds of tiny holes all the way along its length, he inserted the tube into my vagina, he tipped the pot upside down and then he squeezed the pot and I felt air movement deep inside my pussy. "...thirty seconds after this application of Alum powder, your vagina will feel like you're a virgin all over again, even after a big man like Mark Smith has fucked you and left a full deposit inside you, this will dry everything up and the next man to fuck you won't have any idea that you have been fucked thirty seconds earlier!"

Gary walked over to us as Peter pulled the alum applicator out of my pussy, Peter moved to the side and Gary said, "Sarah doesn't look convinced Peter, does she?"

Peter shook his head and then he grabbed for my ankles and pulled my feet apart and pulled my knees up to my chest, the same position that I was in, in the back of Ian's car, Gary unfastened and dropped his trousers to the floor. Gary's cock was exactly the same size as Peter's and I knew that because Peter's cock was still out in the open and he was hard all over again. Gary hit my cunt hard with the head of his cock, I expected him to slip in me unopposed after sex with Mark and Peter in the last few minutes...okay, Mark hadn't spilled his beans inside of me, Mark's spunk had all been captured in the latex raincoat but Peter had just left a deposit in me. Gary's cock didn't enter me, he pushed me along the top of the table. Peter moved again and stood with his thighs pressing into my shoulders either side of my head while still holding my feet, now above my head.

I felt quite a lot of pain as Gary finally entered me, "Fucking hell she's tight, Samantha has never felt this tight, even the first time I fucked her!"

Peter chuckled, "You must just have one of those naturally small vaginas Sarah, that's probably why John always cums so fast when he fucks you!"

I shook my head, "No, when I suck him he cums even faster...but he can't cum in my mouth, he gets far too sensitive for that!"

Gary groaned and he fell on top of me panting through his orgasm and Peter let my legs go free.

I was about to get up and get dressed but Peter grabbed me again and he dried my cunt out with the rolled up face cloth again and retreated my vagina with the alum. Then he handed me my dress so that I could get dressed again.

I followed Peter and Gary back to the tap room, Peter gave me the alum applicator, "Pop this in your handbag, you might need this again in the near future if you want to keep playing around with other men in the village...you might want to help us out again tonight, Samantha had looked after three men and Angie had looked after two...I think that there are still four men to try for!"

That statement caused me to stop with a jolt, "Why would you need to make a play for all ten of them?"

Peter laughed, "Because we know that more than half of the men we attract will be too eager to get here, makes their wives suspicious and then the wife will put her foot down and make them resign, we need a constant supply of new men!"

I spotted John giving me an awkward smile, I walked over to him and he gave me a hug and he kissed my cheek, "Was it horrible darling?"

"What?"

"Being friendly with Mark..." he checked his watch, "...you've been gone for over an hour, I was starting to get worried about you!"

Well, that came as a surprise to me, "Did you send Peter to look..." I stopped myself saying 'After me' and changed it to, "...for me?"

"No, I didn't know where you were. After you'd been gone for so long, I just assumed that you had taken Mark to our house for a little privacy!"

I shook my head, "No, we went to Ian Wolley's car for a little kiss and cuddle!"

John nodded his head, "Did you have fun darling?"

I smiled at him and nodded my head...I wondered just how much John wanted to know about my evening.

"So it wasn't so awful then?"

"No, it was okay!"

"What if another one of the Bull's Head team would like a kiss and cuddle with you?"

I looked over at their tables, "Like who?"

John looked along their tables and then at the dart board, their player that is just finishing his game, he won, he's a very good player and he told me that he liked looking at you...his name is Malcolm. Oh and the landlord has closed the smoke room and turned the lights off in there, it'll be nice and private and warmer than the back seat of a car!"

I was about to walk back to the toilet passageway and into the smoke room but stopped myself, "Hey, did you tell Peter that you would love to see me and Samantha having sex?"

John's face suddenly turned bright red, he nodded his head sheepishly, "Well, it was on Monday evening, we were having a bit of a drink after practice and we were all talking about unfulfilled fantasies, Gary said that he would love to see Samantha with you...I said something like, 'Oh God...so would I'...or something like that but I didn't come up with the idea, it was Gary!"

I smiled at him, "When Malcolm is ready, send him through to me in the smoke room!"

That got a warm smile from John as I walked away towards the passageway to the toilets and the smoke room.

I waited out in the passageway for Malcolm to join me, if I had waited in the smoke room he might never have found me in the dark. Malcolm crashed through the door from the bar, I spotted John on the other side of the bar, he was slipping into the serving area, there was a little kitchen behind the server and another doorway through to the smoke room's serving area.

I smiled at Malcolm, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, "What would you like Malcolm?"

He said, "I'd love to look at you naked!" excitedly.

I nodded my head and turned the door handle to open the smoke room door, "Would you like to do anything else?"

He blurted out, "I'd really love a blowjob from you while you were naked!"

As Malcolm was saying that, I spotted a shadow moving from the kitchen to the rear of the serving area, John had appeared just in time to hear Malcolm asking me to get naked for him and give him a blowjob.

Malcolm seemed a little disappointed that the smoke room was in total darkness but when I dragged him over to the jukebox he cheered up a little, I checked that I could still see John's shadowy figure by the kitchen door and assumed that if I could see him, he'd be able to see me. I kissed Malcolm and as I did, I opened his trousers and took his cock out of his trousers and gave his magic lamp a little rub to see if I could get it to grow a little bigger for me. Once Malcolm was fully erect, I lifted my shoulder straps off of my shoulders and my dress fell to the floor again, for the fourth time that evening I was totally naked in a public place.

I turned Malcolm slightly so that he was sideways on to John and then I crouched down in front of him with my knees either side of Malcolm's legs and I took his recently inflated cock into my mouth and started giving him a stellar performance of a blowjob, I put much more effort into sucking his cock than John would have allowed me to do to him. I had never refused to suck John whenever he asked me to and I always sucked him for as long as he could stand it but he had never cum in my mouth, he got too sensitive to allow me to go that far so I was really getting to discover the enjoyment of sucking cocks today and it was all the better because John was watching me as I delivered pleasure to a stranger.

The door from the toilets suddenly opened, a man stood in the shaft of light and he looked towards me and Malcolm, "Angela...is that you?"

The reply came from behind him, Angela said, "I'm sorry mate...I'm busy at the moment."

The man looked over his shoulder and then back at me and Malcolm, "Who do you have there Malcolm mate?"

"It's that John's wife...Sarah I think her name is!"

The other man walked over to us and he squatted down at my side and started to explore my body with his hands, "Can I fuck you Sarah darling?"

I pulled my mouth off of Malcolm's cock and looked into the darkness towards the kitchen doorway at the back of the server, I wondered what John would say if I let the total stranger fuck me...after all, John had asked me to make Mark and Malcolm happy but he hadn't mentioned the third man to me.

"Do you have a condom?"

"No sorry, I don't have one, I'm allergic to latex!"

"Then I'm sorry, all I can offer you is oral sex after I've finished with Malcolm!"

Malcolm had gone off the boil a little while I was talking so I had to start all over again and managed to get him to boiling point in just five minutes before swapping over to suck the other member of the Bull's Head team.

I got dressed yet again, as I was dressing, John made a sound as he slipped back into the kitchen area. I was about to follow the men back to the bar but I noticed the door out to the dustbin area was open slightly so I went that way instead, I was expecting it to be Samantha looking after yet another of the Bull's Head players but when I reached the door it was Peter and Gary having a smoke and discussing the evening.

Gary was congratulating Peter on how quickly he had turned me onto free sex, "It wasn't really me mate, I think that Sarah must have already been thinking of doing something like that, I just gave her the pointer!"

I heard Gary exhale his smoke and then he said, "Well, that's okay, now we have three women willing to play but we still need more, try to work on Dave Prescott's wife Amanda, I think she's the next most susceptible of the players' wives."

"I'll get onto her next week, I can bump into her accidentally when she goes to the library on Wednesday, she's a creature of habit!"

I ran quickly back to the bar and went over to John, "Has the match finished now?"

John grinned at me and he nodded his head, I looked all around to check that there was no one close to us to overhear me, "Did you enjoy watching me with..." I looked at Malcolm and his friend talking to the other players and gestured towards them, "...those two?"

John got a guilty look on his face but he did nod his head.

"What would you do if I had let the other man fuck me like he wanted to?"

John groaned and then he looked down at the front of his trousers, there was a small wet patch forming in front of the bulge of his erection.

John said, "Damned...I've been on the edge of doing that since you brought me my speech earlier!"

"So, the thought of it obviously excites you but would you have liked me to let him?"

"Oh my God...yesssss!"

I had a little think to myself, "Who would you really like to watch fucking me?"

John got a silly look on his face, "Apart from Samantha you mean?"

"Apart from Samantha yes!"

John looked around the room, "Well, there is William Black...or...Denis Ball...Gary...oh, and Peter Tomlinson of course!"

I laughed, "One at a time I hope!"

John looked shocked and then he kissed me on my cheek before moving his lips to my ear, "Well, now you come to mention it, I would really love to see you having sex with Peter and Gary at the same time, I often fantasised about watching you being fucked by two men while I watched..." John laughed, "...actually, in my fantasy, I suspect you of committing adultery and I pretend to go out but hide in the bedroom wardrobe and spy on you through the louvered doors as you look after two boyfriends at the same time!"

"Pervert!"

"I prefer 'Peeping Tom' to pervert."

I was looking at William and Angela's table, Denis was still sitting in the same place, "Has Denis ever brought his wife to one of these things?"

John laughed again, in one way he brings her every week, you see Denis was Angela's first husband and she divorced him to marry William Black but they didn't have the heart to kick Denis out of the house so they just live together as a marriage of three...good thing that they have a massive bed!"

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