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Scarlet O'Harlot
by Isabella

Story Codes: M/F, Prostitution, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

'Linesman' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot'; Hi Scarlet...haven't seen you in this chat room before!

'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Linesman'; Hi to you too Linesman, this is my first trip into this room.

'Linesman' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot'; Is that a picture of you in your profile?

'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Linesman'; It is...why?

'Linesman' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot'; I think I recognise you from that picture.

'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Linesman'; I can't imagine how...unless you are my husband!

'Linesman' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot'; 😄 No, I'm not your husband but I think I might just work with him sometimes!

'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Linesman'; I thought that I would be safe to show that picture as I cropped my head off of the picture.

'Linesman' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot'; What time will John be home tonight?

Vicky, or Scarlet O'Harlot as she had called herself in the chatroom, closed her connection to the web-chat and she looked at the photograph that she had used in her profile, John had taken the picture on their wedding night, she had taken her wedding dress off and let John take the photograph to remember how she was dressed to stand in front of their church, family and friends on their wedding day. The only real traditional thing that Vicky had done on her wedding day was the whole something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.

The something old was Victorian silk stockings.

The something new was a little intimate topiary, she had used John's hair clippers with the number two foot attached to buzz cut all of her pubic hair to a fine fuzz all over her pussy mound and then she had used one of his razorblades to shape the hair into a small heart shape the point just touching the cleft leading to her vagina.

The something borrowed was a basque that she had borrowed from one of her school friends, the basque was strapless, it had a solid shelf to lift and separate her breasts but there were no cups to cover her actual breasts.

The something blue wasn't actually a colour so much as a scene, Vicky's wedding dress was made for a hot summer's day, it was strapless and made from titanium white organza, the seamstress who had actually made the dress had formed a sixty inch tube and she had formed a smocked area just below the breast line, the dress formed into cups that were pleated and just below the band of smocking gathered the rest of the dress into broad pleats too that were allowed to fall away so if Vicky stood in the right position, people would have been able to see her almost naked body below her dress, Vicky herself was the blue thing.

Vicky had known that the priest would have seen a lot more of her body than a priest should have been able to see, especially when she knelt in front of him during the ceremony, he would have easily been able to see her nipples and the outline of her areola through the thin material that formed the top of her dress and quite possibly the orange heart that she had trimmed over her pussy.

John was an electrician and the man she was talking to was using the handle 'Linesman', so he was probably an electrician as well and if he really did work with John, he could easily have been at the wedding, he could have danced with her, if he had danced with her, he would definitely have seen her tits through the top of her dress and could have seen the heart shape cut into her pubic hair as well, if that was the case, he could easily have recognised her through her profile picture, with or without her face being attached to the picture.

Victoria was worried now, perhaps it was a mistake joining that adult chat room, she wasn't usually one for chat rooms in general, even less so adult chat rooms but her friends had convinced her that the 'Lactodorum' chat room was a fun place to visit and because it used software to limit access to the site to people within a ten mile radius of the town of Towcester it had fewer weirdoes chatting in the room than most other chat rooms that were open to the rest of the world.

Vicky checked her watch, she had done six thousand paces so far during the day and it was six thirty in the evening, John would be home in around an hour, she pondered taking a walk, she could easily walk two miles in an hour without raising a sweat and that would be around the four thousand paces she needed to make her ten thousand pace target for the day.

Vicky looked at her back door, there was an easy walk or a harder one, both would be around two miles, one would be off road and the other on roadside footpaths, she was mentally tossing a coin, heads the easy walk, tails the muddy walk but as the coin was spinning in the air, the telephone rang, Vicky picked the phone up and she said, "Alderton eight double one, two-five-three!"

Vicky didn't recognise the voice on the other end of the call but that could have been because of the sound of an engine and the poor quality connection of a moving signal that was usual in their area.

"Is that Vicky Clarke?"

Vicky paused for a moment, "Erm...yes, who is this please?"

"My name is Paul Gamble...I used to work with your husband, we actually met at your wedding...we even had a lively little dance towards the end of the evening and a nice little kiss in the passageway to the toilet blocks..." Paul laughed at that point, "...you were well pissed by that time, I was expecting a slapped face for trying to stroke your heart but you just laughed it off. Do you still have your pubws trimmed that way?"

There was an audible gasp from Vicky, things did get a little wild after her wedding, at the party and the disco after the party, Vicky had lost track of all the men who had seen the way that she was dressed and tried their hand at grabbing a feel, loads of men but this was the first time in the three months since the wedding that anyone had actually mentioned it to her.

Vicky steadied herself, took a deep calming breath before saying, "Who exactly are you?"

"I told you, I'm Paul Gamble...well, when we spoke a few minutes ago, I was using my nickname, 'Linesman' and you were calling yourself 'Scarlet O'Harlot' and you published that beautiful picture that John took of you in your honeymoon suite after the disco...it took us weeks to badger John into admitting that you had trimmed your sexy little bush into a heart shape, we'd all seen it but we couldn't be sure if it was embroidered on the front of a pair of knickers or if you really got married commando...so, is the heart still there or have you let it grow out a little over the last three months?"

Vicky realised that the signal became clearer and clearer as that exchange went on, the sound of the engine was diminishing as if the car was slowing down and then she got a stereo screech, she heard the sound of badly worn breaks in her left ear from the telephone and her right ear through the open front window.

Vicky spun on her heels, turning her attention from the imaginary coin still turning in the air high above her head and the back door, now she was focussing on the living room window, a bright orange van with Capital 'MES' in black letters, she crossed her fingers, 'It has to be John home early, it just has to be!'

Vicky moved through the doorway from the kitchen into the living room to get a better look out of the window, 'Midlands Electrical Services' had twenty vans that all looked exactly the same, Vicky would only be able to tell if it was John's van if she could see the registration plate, there were several loud sounds in her left ear, "Sorry about that Vicky, it always happens when I turn my engine off, now, where were we...oh yes! Let me see if I can remember exactly what you put in your biography on the Lactodorum chat site...oh yes, you put, 'Always looking for a fun new cock to play with!"

Vicky's mouth went dry as the van's door opened, the driver climbed out of his seat with his phone pressed against his ear. Vicky was holding her breath, she still wasn't certain that it wasn't John scrambling out of the front seat of his van, home early for once in a blue moon but as the van's driver turned to look at the house, it wasn't her husband. The man was big, eighteen stone or there abouts, how could she have confused him with her husband, John was only twelve stone soaking wet.

There was a tremble in Vicky's voice as she said, "What do you want Paul?"

There was another laugh, "Well, for one thing, I didn't manage to get skin on skin contact with your lovely little cunt at your wedding disco and another, you didn't offer to rub my cock for me when we danced like you did for several of my friends and according to your profile on Lactodorum, you are always looking for a new cock to play with!"

Paul Gamble opened the front gate and stepped into Vicky's front garden, "I hope that John wasn't fibbing to us when he told us that you hardly ever wear a bra and knickers under your dress when you're at home Vicky!"

Vicky's mind went into overdrive, she wasn't a chubby chaser, she realised instantly why she hadn't made Paul happy during her dance with him like she had done for several of John's friends after their wedding, Paul seemed to be walking down her front path in slow motion as she flicked through the faces in her memory treasure chest, he finally showed up in her memories, she did remember him from her wedding day, he was by far the fattest of her male wedding guests, he had been following her around the dance floor as she danced with one man after the next and just before the last dance, he cut in on her dancing with one of her younger brother's college friends. Paul danced her into the passageway leading to the toilets and grabbed for her pussy, he had tried to get his hand up under her dress to the honey pot but she had pulled her hips back at the last moment, he grabbed a hand full of her pussy through the front of her dress as he stole a kiss before she could throw him off and run back to the dance floor.

She was watching herself now, her ethereal spirit seemed to be swirling around her own body as she stood there watching Paul walking down her garden path through the living room window...all she had to do was stand her ground, hold her nerve, stop in the living room and not open the front door to Paul.

The smoky spirit of Victoria floated out of the living room and into the hall...she stood in the living room and watched her translucent fingers turn the key in the lock holding the front door closed. Paul knocked on the front door and it popped open, unopposed.

Vicky fought to get her wits back and she ran for the kitchen and the back door which was never locked if she was home. Paul caught her by the kitchen table, he wrapped her in his arms and said, "I don't want a fight Vicky, I just want a fuck and if you refuse to let me, I'll go away right now but I'm going to show John the screen shots I've taken of your conversations with men in Lactodorum at work tomorrow and I'm sure that he'll recognise you from your profile picture!"

Paul let go of Vicky and she ran a few more paces towards the back door, Paul said, "Okay, if that's the way you want to play it!"

Paul turned to walk back into the living room but he didn't get there, Vicky had her hand on Paul's arm, "No don't...Just do it and get out before John gets home!"

Vicky was pushed face down on the top of the kitchen table and Paul held her face down with his hand on the back of her neck while he unfastened his trousers, he bent his knees to line his cock up with her cunt, he rammed his cock up her, there was no resistance, Paul found that Vicky was soaking wet, it was possible that Vicky was turned on because she had been chatting with several men earlier in the day, talking about how she liked to do sex and who with, what positions she liked best and where she liked to be fucked or it could have been the situation, after all Paul was effectively raping her, even thought she herself had told him to do her, it was under duress...the threat was blackmail.

Vicky had never let a fat man fuck her before and she was finding a new dimension to sex that she had never thought possible, because Paul had a great deal of weight on his side, every time he rammed his cock up her cunt, the whole tabletop moved. He had stopped holding her down now, his hands were both on her hips, pulling her back into his cock after he had rammed into her and the table was helping too, helping him get her back into position for the next thrust.

Vicky had a dozen orgasms before she mumbled a breathless, "John will be home any minute...you'd better finish off now!"

"Will John want a fuck tonight?"

Vicky gasped through another climax and then she nodded her head, "He usually wants a fuck on a Friday night!"

"I'd better not leave my visiting card in your cunt then...have you ever had anal sex?"

Vicky nodded her head, "A few times!"

Paul pulled his cock out of her cunt, he wrapped his cock in his fist to help him take aim on Vicky's least used hole, "Is that one man a few times...or a few different men doing you that way once each?"

Paul rammed his hips forward again, he wasn't interested in a slow and pain free entry, Vicky groaned in pain, "A few different men a few times each!"

Paul climaxed quickly in the tight confines of Vicky's anal passageway and his upper body fell on top of hers, Vicky spotted a drawback of being fucked face down on a hard surface by a heavy man...as Paul panted through his orgasm, Vicky couldn't breathe until she had pushed Paul up a little first.

The living room suddenly lit up, headlights glaring through the living room windows, John couldn't take his usual place in front of the house because of Paul's van being there, so John had to pull onto the drive behind Vicky's car. Vicky jerked her body back, dislodging Paul out of her body. Paul rushed over to the kitchen sink to wash his cock quickly, Vicky rushed to the fridge, she grabbed a half pint can of beer from the fridge, two half pint glasses from the cupboard and an empty beer can from the recycling bin.

Paul jumped onto a kitchen chair at the table, Vicky placed a half filled glass in front of Paul and the other half filled glass she took over to the counter at the side of the sink, she leaned her bottom against the counter top just as John walked in through the back door and said, "Hi Paul mate...what are you doing here?"

"Kelly in the office screwed up, she sent me your parts for Monday and she thinks that she must have sent mine over here, can I have your bunch of keys, I'll check your lock-box and swap our stuff over...please don't tell Gary, Kelly's already on her second warning!"

John passed his bunch of keys over to Paul as he kissed Vicky, John was happy to leave Paul to the task of sorting out the kit that would be needed the following day.

John asked, "How was your day darling?"

Vicky watched Paul through the kitchen window, Paul took John's kit from the lock-box and placed it all into the back of John's van, Paul was working on the premise that most people are basically lazy and that if Paul offered to sort out the problem on his own, John would be happy to let Paul do it all on his own. Vicky picked up the two empty cans and shook them to show John that they were both empty before dropping them in the recycling bin and she said, almost absentmindedly, "It was quiet all day, I can't have done more than about five hundred paces today."

Paul walked back into the kitchen and said, "Thanks for that mate..." Paul tossed John's keys back to him and then drained his glass, Paul thanked Vicky for her hospitality before continuing with, "...see you at work on Monday John mate!"

John caught Vicky's left arm and looked at her watch, "You didn't do bad...nine thousand six hundred paces so far today!"

Vicky thought, 'There's another advantage of sex with such a big man as Paul, he shook my body so much as he fucked me that one fuck counted as three thousand, six hundred paces towards my ten thousand for the day!'

Vicky finished her own quarter pint of beer and as she placed her glass in the sink she said, "Do you want a snack meal for your dinner and a drink at the village pub or would you rather have a big meal and watch a film on the TV after?"

John looked shocked, "I thought that after last Friday we'd never go to the village pub again!"

Vicky wiped her hands dry and placed them on her hips, "I told you last week that it was only a hand-job...it really was no big deal for me!"

John's face turned into a slight grimace, "I know what you said but it was made worse because everyone in the village was watching you giving Edwin his hand-job!"

Vicky shrugged her shoulders, "No big deal...so quick snack or big meal?"

The grimace on John's face warmed into a smile, "Snack please!"

Vicky fought to keep the smile from her lips and she started to butter four slices of bread, she was planning on making them both a cheese and onion toasty each for dinner and as she worked she said over her shoulder, "Am I okay dressed like this or should I get changed...slacks and a blouse perhaps?"

John didn't answer straight away, Vicky closed the lid of the toasty maker and looked over her shoulder at John, "Well?"

"How about your black organza dress?"

"I wore it to Jason's engagement party a fortnight ago and haven't had the chance to get it dry cleaned yet!"

John fake a disappointed look, "If you had been able to get it cleaned, in theory would you have worn the black organza dress with the black cup-less basque under it!"

"in theory...yes but would dressing that way be safe at the village pub after what happened last Friday evening...it is almost totally see-through you know!"

"I know but I'd love to see you wearing it!"

"Would you expect me to wear my black 'G-string' knickers under the dress?"

John's smile widened, "You don't usually wear any knickers under a dress!"

Vicky opened the toasty press to check on the sandwiches, she brushed a little melted butter over both surfaces of the sandwich to help them crisp up and brown and as she pressed the leaver to close the machine again she thought back to last Friday.

Vicky and John arrived home from work at the same time for the first time since their wedding and on a whim...they decided to have a quick snack dinner and took a trip to the village pub after. The pub was quite busy, Vicky was dressed in slacks and a heavy cotton blouse, she often wore those clothes for work because she had to do a lot of reaching up to high shelves when she was working in the shop, rather than in the warehouse.

There had been a lot of flirting from the village men in the bar towards Vicky and while she was the focus of attention of eight or nine older men, John was playing cards with Edwin, Edwin was like the village's alpha male and he was either the luckiest man in the world or he cheated when he was playing cards. The game had started out as a four hander but ended up with just John and Edwin playing and when the barman called time in the bar and he covered the beer pumps with tea towels to signify that the bar was closed, Edwin totted up the score, "Right John mate, that's fifteen quid you owe me...cash or goods mate?"

"What do you mean, cash or goods?"

"Well, if you have cash, I'll take that, if not, something else to the value of fifteen pounds will do!"

John almost laughed, "I have my credit card!"

Edwin gave John a grin but it wasn't a happy grin, "I don't have a credit card reader on me, buy me a bottle of scotch, it'll cost you twenty quid from the bar but it'll only be worth fifteen quid to me!"

John took his credit card out of his back pocket and walked over to the bar to buy a bottle of scotch but the barman told him that he couldn't sell any alcohol after time.

Vicky followed John back out to the games room, John told Edwin that he couldn't get him any scotch because the bar was closed. Vicky saw Edwin's grin turn a little evil as he looked over at her, "What about Vicky, she might have a little cash or she could do a little trade with me!"

"What kind of trade?"

Edwin winked at Vicky, "Well, if she were a whore, Vicky would probably give me hand relief for fifteen quid!"

John walked over to Vicky, "Do you have any cash in your bag darling?"

"I have a little, how much do you want!"

John looked over to Edwin still sitting at the card table, "I lost fifteen quid and he needs in cash or goods...I tried to buy a bottle of scotch with my credit card but the barman said that I was too late to buy alcohol, even for takeaway!"

Vicky opened her bag and found her purse, "Why did Edwin wink at me just before you walked over here?"

John gave her an awkward look, "Edwin said that if you didn't have any cash either...well, he suggested that a hand-job would be a good enough trade for fifteen pounds!"

"I have twenty pounds in my purse but I could give him a hand-job...wouldn't be any skin off of my nose, I've wanked plenty of men off in my life, one more or less won't matter to me..." Vicky tilted her purse towards John, she showed him that she had two five pound notes and one ten, "...you can take fifteen pounds or I can wank him off, which would you prefer darling?"

John's awkward look disappeared and turned into a smile, "I'd love it if you gave him a hand-job!"

Vicky closed her purse and her handbag, she looked into the games room and made a gesture with her head towards the door out into what the pub laughingly called their beer garden, a slabbed area about thirty square feet with four picnic tables with bench seats...the area was used by drinkers who wanted to smoke as they drank.

Vicky took Edwin out into the yard, she spotted all the men in the bar and games room were looking out of the windows, watching her and Edwin transacting their business.

Edwin wasn't in bad shape for a man of his age, mind you, even at over forty years old, he still played football and regularly jogged around the country roads, she unfastened his fly and tried to pull his cock out but couldn't, he was too big and far too hard to bend enough to get around the corner...as it were. Vicky had to unfasten his belt buckle as well as the top button of his trousers and open his trousers as wide as she could to get his cock out in the open. Edwin was facing the windows of the bar as Vicky started rubbing her right fist up and down his cock, facing most of the eligible men from their village. He got onto the home stretch very quickly, he was on the verge of shooting when Vicky let go of his cock with her right hand and changed sides so that she could use her left hand.

"So, does John like to watch you fooling around with other men Vicky?"

Vicky looked towards the pub's window and the faces of the men looking out at her as she brought Edwin close to his climax for a second time, she swapped hands again and began using her stronger right hand again.

"I don't know, it's an untested hypotheses so far but I have a feeling that it would excite John seeing me having sex with other men...have I given you fifteen pounds worth yet?"

Edwin looked a little startled by the question, "Well...I guess so but I was hoping for a happy ending before you called it a day!"

"I was planning to give you a happy ending before I stopped."

Vicky was pumping her right fist up and down his cock again now, she was wrong about her left hand not being as good as her right hand though, that wasn't the reason that it took longer to get him close to his finish, it was just taking a little longer each time she built him up and let him down again. Vicky was pumping her fist for so long that it was starting to give her cramps in her right arm, she didn't want to stop again and start all over again so she brought her left hand into play as well, gently fondling his balls for a few moments before squeezing them a little harder, that did the trick, his climax was more like an explosion, his milk fired over four feet away from his body and not just two or three strands like John would produce, Edwin fired off six full jets and two half hearted spurts.

Vicky reached into her handbag and she took out a pack of tissues, using one to wipe the back of her right hand and another to wipe Edwin's cock clean before popping the much more compliant cock back into his trousers before leaving him to return to the bar to tumultuous applauds and wolf whistles from the assembled masses.

Vicky grabbed John by his arm and pulled him out of the pub behind her before any of the other men in the bar got the idea that they would like a hand-job from Victoria before she went home.

"Are those sandwiches burning darling?"

John's voice made Vicky jump...she quickly released the clamp holding the two halves of the toasty maker closed, "Only around the edges, they'll taste fine.

After eating their snack, John and Vicky went up to their bedroom to get changed, Vicky stripped naked...not that there was much to take off, all Vicky was wearing was her dress and ankle socks. John opened his wardrobe and took out a long dry cleaning bag and handed it to Vicky, a long dry cleaning bag with her black organza dress in it.

"How come my dress has been cleaned?"

"When I was playing cards with Edwin last week, he said that it was a pity that you were dressed so conservatively, he thought that the guys would have had more fun flirting with you if you were wearing more revealing clothes. So when I saw your sexy black dress in the laundry room, I dropped it off at the cleaners on Monday morning."

John was wearing his boiler suit over jeans and a t-shirt, it took him longer to strip off than it took Vicky, but he was much quicker getting dressed, it took Vicky a lot longer to squeeze into a strapless basque than it took John to pull a fresh t-shirt on over his head and step into his casual chinos.

John helped to secure the final hook and eye fastener on the back of Vicky's basque and then she pulled the organza dress on over her head, the back of the dress opened almost to the waist but only a small fastener at the back of the neck. John lifted her hair and fastened the small hook and eye fastener sewn under the back of the neckline. Vicky stepped away from John and she held her hands out from her sides and she turned for him, "Are you sure you want to take me to the village pub dressed like this?"

John gave his wife a silly grin and he nodded his head, "It's just a pity that you shaved the heart off of your pussy, with no pubic hair, it's harder to tell that you aren't wearing knickers under the dress being totally denuded down there!"

"Don't worry about that, in this dress, every man in that bar will know within five minutes that I haven't got knickers on under it, they'll all be pinching my arse as soon as I walk in."

They walked to the pub, Victoria didn't bother to put a coat on over her almost totally see through dress because in the falling light of the evening, the dress actually looked quite conservative with its high neck and long length falling to three inches below her knees. They were just short of the door into the bar when Vicky stopped John, "It might not be a good idea to play cards with Edwin tonight, I think he cheats and after last week, he won't be happy with a hand-job this week...he'll expect more, if he beats you again, he'll probably want a blow-job at the very least this time."

John looked thoughtful for a moment, "Would you have a problem sucking Edwin off?"

Vicky shrugged her shoulders, "I've given a lot of men oral sex, I can't see a problem giving one more man a blow-job!"

John kissed Vicky on her cheek, looped his left arm through her right elbow and pulled her to the bar's doorway. There was a sixty decibel murmur from the other side of the door, as John turned the handle, the murmur ended abruptly, John stepped in followed by Vicky and the noise level in the bar jumped to eighty decibels as everyone in the bar was offering Vicky a drink.

Edwin looked a little pissed, he walked over to John and Victoria, he shook John's hand and kissed Vicky on her left cheek, "I should be mad at you two...you've just cost me a tenner, I bet Simon Walker ten pounds that we wouldn't see you two in here again this side of Christmas!"

Edwin made a big thing of taking a ten pound note out of his wallet and handing it over to Simon, Simon took the money and passed a pack of cards over to Edwin.

Edwin turned to face John, he did a ripple shuffle of the deck of cards, "Pontoon...poker...five card brag?"

John looked at Vicky and then shook his head as he turned back towards Edwin, "Vicky told me not to play cards again...appears that I'm no good at it!"

Edwin laughed, "Darts then?"

John moved his head from side to side as he contemplated his options and then he nodded his head, "Okay then, I'll chalk our names on the score board, we can play after this four-hander finishes."

John was about to invoke the games room protocol, if a group of players were using one of the gaming options, they could use it all night but if someone else wanted to play, they just chalked their name on the scoreboard and as soon as the current game was over, the new players could take over.

Edwin held up his hand to stop John, "I'll take care of it John...looks like Simon has got you and Vicky a drink!"

Simon pressed a pint of beer into John's hand while Edwin went over to the darts player who was just removing his darts from the board and as Simon handed Vicky a glass of vodka and a bottle of slim-line bitter lemon. John watched Edwin say something to the first darts player, that player gathered the other three and held a mini conference and then they scrubbed their names and scores off of the board even though their game of darts had only just started, the guy cleaning the blackboard even wrote John and Edwin's names on the top of the board and the five-oh-one.

John looked over at Vicky, she was being shepherded into the corner of the games room opposite the dartboard, the corner that had the table laid out for dominos players to use. Of the eleven men in the bar, not counting Edwin and John, eight were standing between John and Vicky, looking at Vicky, the ninth man, Simon Walker, was the one actually moving Vicky towards the padded bench seat behind the domino's table and the other two men were actually in the bar buying fresh drinks. Edwin took the first throw in their darts match and as he was doing that, John heard Simon telling Vicky that they were playing for a penny a point, "If you win and I have the double six left then I'd owe you twenty-four pence!"

Vicky said, "Twelve pence, the double six is only twelve points!"

Simon shook his head, "No, we play Towcester rules here, when adding up, the loser's doubles count as double points, it's supposed to encourage players to get rid of their high doubles as soon as they can!"

John took his place in front of the dartboard, he was slightly put off when he saw that Edwin had already scored one hundred points and as he took his aiming pose, he heard Edwin suggesting to Simon that he could play Vicky a penny a point but that she should play for kisses, one minute a point. John's first throw hit the wire between the triple twenty and the single twenty, the dart held on for a second but then fell to the floor, John ended up scoring twenty-five points.

John watched Simon sit opposite Vicky, they swirled all twenty-eight dominos, face down, on the table to mix them up and then they both chose seven tiles each, "Simon said, "Double six?"

Vicky shook her head and then Simon placed his double five on the table, Edwin tapped John on his shoulder, "Your throw mate!"

John threw a sixty-six score, treble twenty, single five and single one, for John that was quite a good score but Edwin had scored even more than he had scored in his first round so John was falling well behind. John was listening to the conversation amongst the group of men standing around the dominos table, one man was saying how long will it take Simon to get to one hundred points?"

"They aren't playing to one hundred points, it would take way too long, that's why they're playing for a minute a point, Simon will pay up or take his winnings after just one round for this game and then we'll all draw cards for the second game.

John actually smiled, they may not have been certain that John and his wife would turn up tonight after Vicky had to wank Edwin off last week but they had made planned for if they did!

John's first game of darts ended at the same time as Vicky and Simon's game of dominos, Edwin had won and John still had two hundred points left on the score board so while Edwin wrote two hundred above his name, John watched Vicky counting her spots...she said, "Twelve points!"

Simon slipped out of his seat and moved to the bench next to Victoria, they started kissing while the watching men all drew cards to see who would play Victoria next. Something unusual happened, as soon as Simon sat next to Victoria, the men standing watching the game seemed to shuffle around slightly, totally blocking John's view from the dartboard of Simon kissing his wife.

Edwin tapped John on his shoulder, "Your go first this time John mate!"

John took his throw, he scored forty points, a twenty, a one and a nineteen, as soon as he had taken the forty off of his starting score of five hundred and one, he stepped away, subverting the sight screen that the villagers had put up to stop him seeing Simon and Vicky.

It was only a snatched glance but he saw both of Vicky's knees were close together but uncovered when they should have been hidden below her dress, Simon was sitting on Vicky's left with his right hand up under her dress as they kissed while Simon stroked around her pussy area, "John, you're up!" Edwin was calling John back to take his throw.

John took his next throw, scored a mediocre twenty-six and then went back to watch Vicky and Simon again, Vicky's knees were still tight together and still uncovered, John could see the tunnel that Simon had left under the organza but now his right hand was cupped under her left breast, pinching and rolling her nipple, again, Edwin had to call John back to the game of darts.

This time John had an excellent score, he managed to score one hundred and forty points, two treble twenties and a single, he subtracted his score from his total and Edwin took his place to throw, John was just about to take another look over at Vicky and Simon but Edwin engaged him in a conversation as he threw his first dart, "Victoria is quite a remarkable woman...she doesn't seem to mind at all performing in front of a large group of strangers...most women I know wouldn't be happy and it usually takes a lot of blackmailing pressure to get women to perform any kind of public sex!"

John added Edwin's score up and took it off of Edwin's score on the board, "I think that it comes from her family being naturists, she doesn't see any issues with being naked in public!"

John took his place and was about to throw a dart when a voice from behind him called out, "Time's up Simon, Ian Benson won the draw so his turn to play Vicky next!"

John looked over his shoulder, Ian took the seat that Simon had vacated but surprisingly, the men who had been trying to block John's view through to his wife had moved so John had a perfect view through to Victoria. Simon was still sitting on Vicky's left, his hand resting on her bare left knee as she shuffled the dominos on the table top again.

Men went to the bar to collect drinks and returned as John played darts with Edwin and Vicky played dominos with Ian Benson. When Vicky's second game of dominos came to an end, John was a thousand points behind Edwin and as Ian moved over to the bench seat to sit on Victoria's right, the men playing blocker weren't nearly as efficient as the first time and John had a perfect view of the bench seat that Vicky was sitting on, Simon on her left and Ian on her right, as Ian leaned in to kiss her, Simon shuffled a little further to the left, pulling Vicky's left knee with him and as Simon opened Vicky up slightly, Ian's left hand slipped over her right knee and up under her skirt.

John watched Vicky arch her back as Ian hit home, John was sure that Simon hadn't managed to get his fingers into Vicky's cunt on his kiss, that's why Simon swapped to playing with Vicky's tits half way through the kiss.

John was called back to his own game, he took his throw and took his score off of his total and then he looked back at Vicky, Ian was kissing Vicky, John could see that Vicky's right hand was down the front of Ian's trousers, she wasn't wanking him, she was just fondling his cock inside his trousers with her right hand. John could see four other things, Ian's hand was moving rapidly in and out under Vicky's dress, Vicky was rocking through an orgasm, Simon was back to playing with her tits and Vicky's left hand was down the front of Simon's trousers, she was rubbing him a little faster than she was rubbing Ian's cock.

The evening continued in much the same vein until the barman called last orders. No one had tried to use the dartboard, leaving John and Edwin to play for close to three hours and in that time, Vicky had played dominos with ten men, kissed ten men, been felt up by ten men, it seemed to have been agreed in advance that the men would only take one turn at playing with Vicky, once they had played, they didn't take part in the card draw for the next game until everyone had their turn at least once.

John checked the running total above Edwin's name, it was ten points short of two thousand five hundred points, Edwin said, "Shall we call it a round twenty-five pounds John...please tell me that you don't have the cash with you and that I'll have to take my winnings in trade from Vicky!"

John kept a straight face, "I never use cash, just credit cards!"

Edwin walked over to the dominos' corner, "Having fun Vicky?"

Vicky opened her eyes, she was half way through a ten minute long kiss with Tony 'The Greek', everyone in the village called him that because no one in England stood a chance pronouncing his real name. Vicky was just starting to reach a climax on Tony's fingers when Edwin spoke to her, her lips were still pressed against Tony's but Edwin saw her lips curl into a smile as she nodded her head.

"So Vicky, your old man owes me twenty-five pounds this week...what would a good little whore wife be willing to do for twenty-five pounds?"

Vicky's eyebrows raised in shock or disbelief but she didn't break her kiss with Tony and she hardly skipped a beat in her orgasm under Tony's fingers.

The timekeeper called out, "Times up guys!"

Six men had given Vicky orgasms with their fingers but all she had given in return was a little innocent hand rubbing their cocks for them inside their trousers, she thanked Tony for the game and then she looked from Tony to Edwin, she could also see John standing at the dartboard, he was cleaning the chalk from the board but he was looking at Vicky and Edwin.

Vicky said, "What did you have in mind Edwin?"

"Well, Vicky darling, I'd accept a naked lap-dance in this corner where the barman couldn't see us..." Vicky gave him a cold look as she looked past him over at John, he was shaking his head. "...or you could give me a blow-job, that would be worth twenty-five pounds!"

Vicky saw John nod his head, not nodding his head, there was just one up and down movement and that was it. Vicky gestured with her head towards the beer garden and Edwin followed her out through the back door from the bar. Vicky went to the same spot that she had taken Edwin last Friday to wank him off but this time, Vicky sat on one of the benches from the picnic table. She remembered back to last Friday, she had unfastened his zip last week and tried to haul his cock out through the zip but had found that his cock was too fat and too long to get out through such a small opening so she had to pull his belt and pop the button to get his trousers open wide enough to get his cock out in the open...she wasn't going to waste that much time this week, she started out by opening his belt first, she peeled his trousers open and then pulled his trousers and underpants down to just below his balls.

Vicky de-fluffed under Edwin's foreskin and then she leaned in and started sucking his cock with her hands holding on to his hips, she never had a problem when she sucked John's cock, it didn't matter how excited he got, his cock was too short to cause her any problems, Edwin was a fish of a different colour though, he started thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth causing her to choke a little, she remembered back to when she was a little girl taking a cock in her mouth for the first time, her mother had to mop up her sick from the legs of the man and off of the floor of their caravan...Vicky had wanted to stop but her mother told her that she had agreed to do it so she had to, her mother told her to use her hand to limit how far the man could get his cock into her mouth, "Just let him go in as deep as you can, then grab a hold of his cock with your fist against your lips and you won't have a problem...if you use your hand as well, you'll get him off quicker so that will be a bonus!"

Vicky eased her head back a little to take the pressure of his cockhead off of the back of her throat and she wrapped her right fist around Edwin's cock to limit his depth of penetration and as she returned to sucking duty, she added her right fist into the action and she heard her mother's voice saying, "See Vicky, win-win!" as Vicky set to work on Edwin's cock with her mouth and her fist at the same time.

Even using her hand and her mouth, it still took Vicky twenty minutes to get Edwin off, as he started spurting, she deliberately pulled her mouth off of his cock for a second so he could spurt a little semen over her face before she slipped her mouth back over his cock to swallow the rest of his semen.

She didn't ask him if he'd had his twenty-five pounds worth this week, just in case he said no.

Vicky didn't bother using a tissue to clean Edwin's cock this week, she just used her tongue and mouth to collect every drop of his spilt seed...well, apart from off of her face, she left that small string of jizz hooking up the right side of her nose over the top and across her left cheek.

Vicky sat watching as Edwin pushed his cock back into his underpants and then closed his trousers, they both returned to the bar together, Edwin's arm over the small of her back. Once again, as Vicky entered the bar there was a cheer and lots of wolf whistles, it sounded even louder than it had done the week before if that were even possible. Without breaking her step, Vicky shook Edwin's hand off of her hip and caught John's right arm in her left and pulled him to the door from the bar into the street.

John let Vicky pull him a few paces before he stopped her, he pulled her under a village streetlight and pushed her back against the lamppost directly under the light. John used the tip of his thumb to scrape Edwin's spunk off of Vicky's left cheek, he looked at the tip of his thumb before sticking his thumb into his mouth and sucking it clean, "Did you have fun over there tonight darling?"

Vicky nodded her head, "They were pestering me a lot to give them hand relief, every one of them offered me fifteen pounds if I wanked them."

John stepped back slightly, "I saw you playing with their cocks as they were kissing you!"

"I did but I didn't wank them off, I just reciprocated...they were fingering me and I was rubbing their cocks for them but not trying to get them off!"

John laughed, "If you had wanked them all off, you could have made a hundred and sixty-five pounds in the three hours we were in the pub...that's only thirty five quid less than you make for working thirty-five hours at the DIY warehouse..."

Vicky interrupted him, "Well, after stoppages, yes!"

"...and don't forget, it costs you about twenty pounds for petrol to get to and from work for the week and all the coffee that you have to buy because you aren't at home and the sandwiches for lunch on the days that you forget to take them from home."

There was a kiss and then John rolled around, pulling Vicky away from the lamppost. Even though the village streetlights were energy hungry, their running cost was five times greater than the orange city lights, their puddle of illumination was less than a tenth of the size, the only advantage to the village lights were that they were white, once inside the pool of light, you saw things perfectly while the orange light lost a lot of definition.

As they walked towards home, John said, "Would you be able to charge men money to have sex with you?"

Vicky laughed, "I'm not sure...you know, wanking a man or sucking his cock...well, that's just...well, a mechanical thing. I guess I've done it to so many men in my life that it's almost like an everyday occurrence and I guess I could charge for that but full sex...I haven't done that with very many men so far and before tonight, I thought actually kissing a man that I didn't love might be difficult...but look at how many men I kissed earlier tonight!"

John counted ten paces before he said, "How many men have you actually had sex with?"

Vicky bit her bottom lip to stop herself smiling, she did a divide by fifty sum before saying, "About ten...I think!"

John stopped walking, they were just across the road from the village bus stop and the shelter behind the stop for bad weather, "How come you aren't sure?"

"I've been to a few parties when I was younger where someone might have got me drunk and then screwed me while I was out of it!"

Vicky was glad that they were at a dark point of the road because her red face from lying would have given her away to her husband, she knew full well that the first ever overnight party that she went to at Rebecca Gold's house, she had pretended to be drunk, even though she was totally sober because she didn't like the taste of wine when she was fourteen, she allowed Brian Fletcher to take her to a bedroom and screw her and she was doing such a good job of pretending to be drunk that all of the single guys at the party followed Brian through the bedroom that Vicky was pretending to be drunk in...actually, she let Rebecca's dad screw her too, so not just the single men and she racked up more than ten men at that one party.

John pulled Vicky across the road and into the bus shelter, she was pushed against the side wall of the shelter and he pulled her dress up above her hips, unfastened his zip and pulled his cock out without opening his trousers fully first and as he bent his knees to insert his cock into Vicky's cunt, she thought, 'Of all the men in the pub tonight, John was the only man who was small enough to have pulled his cock out of his tight trousers like that, the others were all much too big to be able to do it!'

John started fucking his wife in the shelter but before he got the chance to cum, a voice came out of the darkness, "I thought that you guys would have been home by now...I've been home and got the dog ready for its walk already!"

John whispered in Vicky's ear, "That's Peter Townsend, did he offer you fifteen pounds to give him a wank?"

Vicky nodded her head and John backed away from her and let her dress fall back into place. John stepped out of the shelter and fussed Peter's dog between the ears, "Hey Peter...did you bring any cash out with you tonight?"

Peter laughed, "I always carry cash when I'm out of the house, I can't get a credit card!"

"Well, I'm sure that Vicky would give you a wank for fifteen pounds!"

Peter took a deep breath, "How much would it cost for full sex?"

John looked into the darkness of the bus shelter, "Does fifty pounds sound about right to you Peter?"

Peter pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, Vicky watched as Peter counted five ten pound notes out into John's hand, then he handed his dog's leash over to John to hold the dog outside the shelter before slipping in there with Vicky. There was a passionate kiss, not Vicky's first kiss with Peter but this time, instead of her pushing her hand down the front of his trousers, she was pulling the free end of his belt through the buckle. Peter was fiddling with the catch at the back of her neck, opening the top of her dress, the dress slipped down to the floor. Peter picked her dress up off of the floor and handed that over to John to hold but as he did, John caught a glimpse of Vicky struggling to get Peter's cock out of his tight trousers.

Peter started fucking Vicky hard against the side wall of the shelter while John just stood there listening to the sounds of sex while he looked after the dog.

Peter drove Vicky through a dozen powerful orgasms before he had his own.

John listened to the two of them panting down from their final orgasms, Peter said, "Do you have any tissues in your bag Vicky?"

"No sorry!"

"How about licking my cock clean then Vicky?"

A car chose that moment to drive through the middle of the village, the side wash from its headlights lit the shelter up just enough for John to see his wife squatting in front of Peter, sucking his now flaccid cock clean and licking around his balls, John smiled at the way his wife was looking after Peter for fifty pounds.

Vicky helped Peter put his equipment away and closed his pants for him, John handed Peter his leash back and Peter said, "I would have paid a hundred pounds to fuck her in your house, in bed, the prostitutes that I usually use in town charge one hundred and fifty pounds for thirty minutes, the girls in the city charge more, at least two hundred pounds but their costs are higher mind you, it's more dangerous in the city, the police are always out to catch men paying for sex...it'll be nice to be able to stay in the village and walk to the brothel in future!"

Peter was about to walk away but he stopped just as John was about to join Vicky in the shelter, "You should really use a condom if the man is a stranger...I mean, you know me, you know that I'm safe so Vicky won't have a problem after sex with me!"

John got on his knees in front of Vicky, he lifted her right foot off of the floor and put it on the seat at the back of the shelter opening her legs wide, he struggled but managed to get his mouth between her legs and he licked her pussy, dipping his tongue into Peter Townsend's spunk in Vicky's cunt.

The street outside the shelter was plunged into sudden and total darkness, it was midnight and all of the village lights were turned off at midnight to save the parish council money and now that the village was in total darkness Vicky decided to walk home without putting her dress back on.

As John and Vicky walked along the darkened village streets John said, "If we had taken Peter home with us, would you have let me watch the two of you fucking?"

Vicky thought for a moment and said, "Well, if Peter had been happy to do me in front of you, I would have loved to have you watching me screwing Peter."

"I would have loved to have watched you with Peter, I only caught a couple of quick glances at his cock but he looked very big, I would have loved seeing that monster going in your cunt!"

Vicky smiled as she walked along, she thought...'Well, Edwin is bigger than Peter and Paul Gamble's cock is much fatter than Peter's and from her experience of the evening, all eleven men had bigger cocks than her husband and from experience, Simon Walker was actually the biggest of all the village men that she had felt so far!'

"He was quite big darling!"

They turned the corner of their road and as they approached the home stretch, John said, "What are you going to spend your fifty quid on then darling?"

"That's not my money, Peter gave it to you!"

"But you earned it...so, would you like something like a new dress?"

"No...but how about putting it towards one of those web enabled spy cameras, we could put it up in the spare bedroom, that way, if I do have sex with a man at home and he doesn't want you to watch, you can peep on us on your tablet or phone...that way you could be anywhere and still watch me!"

John stopped Vicky to kiss her, "You really spoil me darling!"

Vicky thought for a moment, "Erm darling, you know earlier on, Paul Gamble was in the kitchen with me, well, before you came in, he was flirting with me, I got the feeling that Paul would have made a move on me if he'd had a little more time!"

"Hummmmm, "Paul's another man with a big cock, well, not a long cock, but it is very fat...I'd love to watch him fuck you, I'm sure that Paul Gamble's cock is even fatter than Peter Townsend's!"

"When did you get to see Paul Gamble's cock darling?"

"Nothing unusual, I've often seen him at the swimming baths."

"How come?"

"You know...when we get changed...we all see each other in the changing room?"

"Don't you close the curtains when you get changed?"

John laughed as he opened the gate for Vicky to walk down the path ahead of him, "Curtains, what curtains?"

"Don't they have curtains across the changing cubicles in the men's area?"

John's laugh increased in volume, cubicles..."We don't have cubicles in the men's side, it is just one big room, we all just get changed out in the open."

Vicky laughed, "Sounds like a good place to scout out new lovers for me, at least you'll be able to see who the best men are, just like when I was a kid at the nudist camp...my mother always knew which men to flirt with!"

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