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Published : 02 April 2023
Scarlet O'Harlot Part 2 Story Code: M/F, Anal, Prostitution, Voyeurism; Exhibitionism Scarlet O'Harlot Part 2 Vicky had known John, her husband of three months, for two years altogether. Apart from their wedding day, John had never met Vicky's parents before the wedding...or since, mainly because they lived in a naturist community in North-western Croatia, on the bank of Lake Lokve. John and Vicky had known each other for one hundred and four weeks but didn't really know each other very well at all. They had never really gotten around to talking about their sexual histories, Vicky had mentioned to John a few little snippets of information, like the first time that John asked her if she would be willing to give him a hand job, he'd said it in a jokey way, "I know that sex is out of the question on a first date but how about a quick hand-job?" It was their first date and John had thought that it had gone reasonably well so he'd chanced his arm but made it into a joke, just in case Vicky rejected his request, her response surprised him, "If you like, I don't mind giving you a helping hand, I've done it for lots of men and boys in my life!" John took advantage of Vicky's hand at the end of their second date as well and their third date was a drink at the small village pub close to John's house, after the drink, he offered to drive her back into town to her flat but as he'd had a drink, Vicky offered to take a bus back into town to save John risking driving his car after drinking, naturally he laughed because it was after nine o'clock and everyone knew that the last bus was scared of the dark so it stopped running at eight o'clock every evening. So...In the end, Vicky went back to John's house with him, he didn't ask her to sleep with him, they just ended up in bed together and then John made a mistake, he misread her lack of excitement during the fuck as the fact that Vicky didn't really like sex rather than working out that it was his lack of size in the cock department that left her a little uninspired for the twenty minutes that he grunted on top her body. In the morning, Vicky offered to suck his cock for him, again, she admitted that she had performed oral sex on quite a few different men and she proved to be remarkably skilled at sucking cocks. John considered himself lucky over the next two years, whenever he wanted a fuck, Vicky was always willing, no matter where or when he wanted it and if John was in a hurry and all he wanted to do was empty his balls, Vicky would give him a quick hand-job or a slightly longer blow-job to empty his balls. Tonight was the first time that John had encouraged his wife to have sex with another man, he'd offered Peter Townsend, one of his pub mates, a wank from Vicky for fifteen pounds or for her to give him a blow-job for twenty-five pounds, or even full sex, standing up in the village bus shelter, for fifty pounds. John stood there listening to his wife being fucked by his friend and she definitely sounded to him like she enjoyed being fucked tonight more than he had heard in the past two years. John could tell from her breathing, verbalising and the fact that it sounded like she had taken a more active role in the fuck with Peter than she had ever done with him during the actual penetration stage of their pleasure together. Before Vicky acted as a prostitute with Peter, John had asked her how many different men she'd had sex with so far and Vicky had deliberately understated the number, claiming it to be around ten, perhaps a few more during drunken parties in her youth but in truth, she'd had sex with more than ten men in just the three months since she had married John and sex with a few of those men, more than once! The funniest aspect of their lack of marital communication was as much down to a misunderstanding of Victoria's as John's...she had taken John's disappointing sex with her as being John's religious upbringing, she had thought that John was too straight to actually enjoy sex...well, Vicky had certainly seen a different side to her husband in the last eight days. A week ago, he had encouraged her to wank the village's alpha male, Edwin, to pay for a fifteen pound gambling debt and this week, he had asked her to dress in her absolutely sexiest outfit to go to the pub again. John had lost again and he had encouraged her to suck Edwin off this week. Vicky unlocked the front door because she had her keys in her handbag, John never carried his house keys when he went out because his trousers were always so tight that the biggest thing that he could get in his trouser pocket was a credit card in his back pocket. Vicky had walked from the bus shelter all the way home wearing just her black shelf basque and black stockings while John carried her dress for her, it was totally dark in the village after the street lights went off at midnight but still, it was over seven hundred yards out in the open air, flashing her tits and her bare cunt off to an unseeing world. John dragged Vicky straight off to bed, he threw her on their bed on her back and he dived in between her thighs, eating the rest of Peter Townsend's spunk out of her cunt and as he was licking her, he asked her to tell him all about her earliest memories of sex while he performed cunnilingus on her. "When I was a toddler, I used to see my parents having sex together all the time, they never hid it from me, I even saw my mother with other men...my father used to have sex with other men as well, usually if the man my mother picked up didn't want my father to watch them fucking...on those days, my dad would take me down the beach with him while he looked for a little fun of his own." John lifted his mouth off of Vicky's cunt, "I didn't think that nudism was a sexual thing, they always say that there is no sex at nudist camps!" Vicky pushed John's face back down onto her cunt again, "You're right, most nudist camps don't have any kind of sex going on at them but there are a couple in the UK that are just glorified swingers clubs but most of the sex happens at naturist beaches where thousands of men who aren't really naturists at all just go to pick up casual sex partners, men or women!" John kept his mouth on Vicky's cunt but managed to get, "How come you got to see your parents fucking when you were a toddler?" out between his mouth and her cunt. Vicky pulled John's hair and she ground her pussy against his mouth, "When my mum and dad first got married, they had a crappy little two berth caravan that they used to take around Europe's naturist resorts, the caravan only had one bed in it, the double bed at the front of the van and then I came along and they couldn't afford to buy a bigger van so I used to sleep in the double bed with them until I was like...ten years old and they weren't the least bit shy about performing sex in public..." Vicky stopped talking because John tipped her over the edge into her climax with his tongue playing in her pussy full of Peter's spunk. John pushed Vicky onto her right hand side and then he wriggled up the bed behind her and he spooned with her, he kissed the back of her neck and prodded her buttocks with his erection, "Who was the first guy that you gave a hand-job to?" "A boy called Mark, he was about ten years old, we were on the nudist beach at the side of Lake Lokve in Croatia, people often had sex out in the open on that beach rather than go and hide in the bushes. I was standing about twenty feet from my mother, watching her being screwed by one Croatian man while another fucked her mouth when Mark came over to me and prodded his cock against my hand, he said something to me in German which I didn't understand but I guessed he wanted his cock rubbed so I just did it for him as we stood there watching the sex on the beach!" John started rubbing his cock against her buttocks, "And how old were you at the time?" Victoria lied and said, "I think I was about eight years old." Vicky knew that she was definitely under eight, probably more like six years old at the time. John prodded her bum again and she said, "I didn't think that you were interested in that particular hole John!" He laughed nervously..."I wish that my cock was a little more like Edwin's and Peter's, I'd be able to reach your cunt from here but as it is, in this position, your anus is as far as I could get." Victoria thought to herself, 'I wish that your cock was as big as Edwin's too, I wouldn't have to screw around behind your back!', and then she said, "If you'd like to try that hole you can, just take it easy getting in and if it hurts too much you have to agree to stop if I tell you to!" John suddenly pulled his hips back, his cock slipping away from her bum. Vicky rocked and rolled her body until she was facing John, she took his cock in her hand and started stroking it, "Do you think that bloke from your company is just an innocent flirt or do you think he's a serious player?" John started to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her hand, he chuckled at her question, "I think Paul is far from innocent, I'm sure that he's had several girlfriends behind his wife's back already...why?" Vicky paused for a moment before answering with, "Well, I got the feeling that he was flirting with me a little and I got the feeling that if I had accepted his flirts, he would have tried to fuck me even though he knew that you could be home at any moment." Her belly suddenly got a fresh coating of 'John-juice' spray painted all over it as her little story over excited him. Even though John had just climaxed under her hand, she didn't stop rubbing him even though his cock had gone to sleep on her. Vicky tightened her grip on his cock and kept up the rubbing motion as she said, "Do you think that if I had accepted his flirting and let him fuck me that he would have stopped when you finally got home or do you think that once he was on the march, he would find it difficult to stop and you could have walked in on us fucking?" There was a twitch in her hand as she continued her little fantasy story for him, John's cock was starting to wake up again, just minutes after he had climaxed. She suggested, "Perhaps you could come up with a reason for Paul to come around tomorrow sometime and if he flirts with me, I'll play along and see if Paul will fuck me even though you're in the house!" John groaned in pleasure as he cottoned on to what Vicky was suggesting to him, his cock was soon at full strength and Vicky rolled onto her back, pulling John on top of her. John was always happy to use someone else's sexual imagination, John knew that it wasn't one of his strengths, he had very little imagination of his own, after all, he was only on his current streak of good luck because of Edwin's suggestion ten days earlier... John's mind went back to the last time he was at the swimming pool...just ten days ago, he hadn't gone for a swim, he was there for a sauna to try and ease a strained back muscle after spending eight hours in a twenty inch high crawlspace under the ground floor of an old house that he was working in, he had been told that a thirty minute sauna, followed by a quick dip in the cold plunge pool could loosen up his strained muscle...it didn't actually work, just like most 'Old wives tales'. Edwin was in the steam room already when John arrived, both men naked apart from the small towel around their waist. When John entered the steam room, Edwin was talking to two strangers who were just finishing their own steam bath, as John walked in, the other two men walked out for their dip in the cold plunge pool. John looked over his shoulder as the men dropped their towels on a seat before slipping into the plunge pool for their quick dip, "Was it something I said Edwin?" Edwin looked up and said, "Oh hi John...long time no see. No, they were only in here hoping that there would be a few women taking a sauna as it is supposed to be a mixed sauna session today...anyway, I gave them a couple of addresses in Kettering for woman who play for pay if you know what I mean...hey, did you marry that young filly...erm, Veronica, the other day?" "Vicky, and not quite the other day Edwin, it was ten weeks ago!" Edwin smiled, "I notice that you only brought her in the village pub that once, May day, 2020...did it make her feel uncomfortable, having fifteen men flirting with her while you and me played dominoes together?" John shook his head, "No, I think that she actually likes men flirting with her, the more men that flirt with her, the better, my fun is when we get home!" Edwin paused while he scooped a ladle of water from the bucket and cast it onto the hot stones causing a violet hiss and the room became opaque with the steam. "So John...if Vicky likes men flirting with her, and you get the benefits of that flirting later on in the bedroom, why don't you bring her back to the pub one of these days?" John wiped the sweat out of his eyes before answering, "I'll have a chat with her, see if she fancies a drink at the village pub one evening." There was a few minutes of silence as the steam started to clear a little, Edwin cleared his throat, "John, can I ask if you get jealous when men flirt with your wife?" There was still a little too much steam for John to see Edwin's face clearly but John got the feeling, just from the sound of Edwin's voice that the man was grinning as he spoke, John shook his head but realised that Edwin probably didn't see his head movement so he said, "No, I actually enjoy watching men flirting with Vicky...probably because I know that I'll have my real fun later when I get her home!" There was another pause in the conversation before Edwin said, "And...do you think that you would be jealous if things went further than just men flirting with Vicky John?" "What do you mean?" John could see that Edwin was struggling to keep the smile off of his face as he said, "Well, let's see, what if one of the men flirting with Vicky put his hand up under her skirt and grabbed her pussy?" John gave Edwin a serious look as he pondered his answer, "If it upset Vicky I'd probably thump the guy but if she was okay with it than I would be as well!" "But would you feel jealous inside?" John shook his head but this time he was looking at Edwin so he knew that Edwin could see him doing it. Edwin allowed his lips to curl up slightly into the beginnings of a smile, "And if you saw Vicky plying with a guy's cock instead of him playing with her pussy, would that make you feel jealous?" John tilted his head to the left as he thought about that particular question for a while but eventually he said, "I don't think so but you can never be sure until something like that happens and see how you really feel at the time." There was another ladle of water dumped onto the hot stones, it fizzled and sizzled filling the room with thick steam again and the two men settled into suffering the heat and humidity again, when the steam started to thin out again and the men came back into focus to each other again, Edwin gave John a conspiratorial look, "How would you like to see for yourself?" "What do you mean?" "Bring Vicky to the village pub on Friday evening, it's our games night, not many wives or girlfriends come in on a Friday...well, not into the bar or games room anyway. I'll have a word with the lads, get them to do a little gentle flirting with Vicky and at the end of the night, pretend that you owe me a small amount of money, leave the choice to Vicky, let her pay me with cash or in kind, see if she'd be willing to...let's say...wank me off rather than pay. Either way, it'll be no skin of your nose, after an evening of flirting, she'll be a tigress in your bed and you'll know for sure if you're the jealous type or not!" The deal was sealed with a handshake in the cold water plunge pool and even in the cold water of the plunge pool, John realised that Edwin's cock was bigger in all dimensions when cold and flaccid than his own cock was when fully exited, as the men dried themselves, John wondered just how big Edwin's cock would grow when he was excited. John's mind returned to his fuck with his wife, he had no idea how long he had been lost in his thoughts but he was exhausted, he would have to climax soon or just admit defeat and give up for the night. Vicky said, "I'd love to be fucking with Paul Gamble and have you walk in on us, catch him giving me a powerful orgasm...do you think Paul would be a good fuck darling?" That was all the trigger that John needed, he boiled over again and as he started spurting his spunk...Victoria playacted an orgasm of her own, driving John on even further along his own orgasm. On Saturday morning Vicky contacted Paul Gamble on the 'Lactodorum' chat room and outlined her plans to him, as they were chatting she got the message: 'Linesman' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot'; John has just phoned me, he's asking if I can help him for an hour to do a little testing with him! 'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Linesman'; He has to do a little wiring in the loft, he told me that he would need a hand when he's testing out the circuits but I told him that I couldn't work on top of his stepladders. 'Linesman' - 'Scarlet O'Harlot'; That's why he's asking me to help then. Vicky just replied: 'Scarlet O'Harlot' - 'Linesman'; 😀 Nothing was mentioned to John about the chat room interaction between Vicky and Paul, John just got on with wiring the bedrooms up with signal cables and power points for the cameras, microphones and loud speakers, John had told Paul that he was wiring the house for his entertainment system. Paul understood why John would need help to test out connections, both men were used to working with wires that were thicker than a pencil lead, much thicker even than the whole pencil in some cases and where two hundred and forty volts would jump gaps in slightly dodgy connections but when wiring entertainment systems using wires that were as fine as human hairs running at five volts or less, all it would take was an extra layer of oxide on the connection and the connection would fail. Vicky put her black basque on without knickers or a bra but she did wear black stockings and she slipped her arms into the sleeves of a black wrap-over dress, she asked John if she was dressed okay as she was tying the belt at the dresses waist, John nodded his head, "I don't think that Paul will be able to resist you dressed like that!" When Paul turned up, John was in the loft wiring through to each bedroom. Vicky spotted Paul before he got to the front door and she opened the door for him, there was a doorstep kiss and then Vicky ran up the stairs to the landing, she climbed up the step ladder and poked her head through the loft hatch, "Paul's here darling, I've opened the door for him!" John looked out of the hatch, just in time to see Paul climbing the main stairs and John saw Paul having a good look up under the back of Vicky's short wrap-over dress. John also saw Paul slip his hand on the back of Vicky's left leg and as Vicky stepped down off of the step ladder, Paul's hand slipped right up under the back of her dress and he grabbed a good handful of her left buttock. Vicky made a play of pushing Paul's hand out from under her dress before saying, "Would you like a coffee or a bear Paul?" Paul looked up into the loft entrance and he said, "I'd better have a coffee, I've already had one beer today!" Vicky asked John if he'd like a coffee, John popped his head out of the loft, "I'd love one please darling but not up here, if you make it and just leave it on the landing windowsill for me." Paul climbed the step ladder and asked John, "What kind of enclosure are you using up there mate?" Paul's head popped up into the loft at John's side as John said, "I've got a fully waterproofed Sarel box because the loft can get very hot in the summer and very cold in the winter so I'm using sachets of silica jell pouches as well to keep the damp away!" Paul laughed, "Just how old are you John, they haven't called those Sarel enclosures for almost forty years, Schneider Electric bought Sarel out in 1984!" Vicky was at the bottom of the stairs now but she heard her husband laugh, "To be honest with you, it isn't a Schneider Electric enclosure, I got it off the internet from China, I think that they used the original Sarel moulds from before eighty-four but they cost less than half the price of the real thing." Vicky took two mugs of coffee up to the landing, she handed one to Paul and she left John's on the landing windowsill. From John's position in the loft, he could just see into the spare bedroom, he could see the bed, but only the bottom two feet at the foot of the bed. Paul picked John's test meter up, "Do you have the resistor block wired in yet John?" John's head popped out of the loft hatch again, "I'm just wiring it in now, it'll take me five minutes mate...no more that that!" Paul went into the back bedroom and Vicky followed him, Paul complimented her on how she was dressed, there were a few minutes of flirting and then Vicky pulled Paul into a kiss but she was careful that their shadows were falling on the carpet in the doorway of the bedroom so that John was in no doubt that his wife and Paul were kissing. Vicky then pulled the bow that was tied at the side her dress, the only thing that was holding her dress closed, Vicky pulled her dress open but John couldn't see that, he just saw a movement in the shadow play on the carpet, the fact that two shadows suddenly became one as Vicky's dress was pulled wide open. Vicky did a bit of a 'stage whisper', "Paul, not with John right there!" Vicky gave Paul a rolling hand gesture, telling him to continue the pretence, Paul whispered back, "John can't see what I'm doing from up there!" Victoria looked up at the ceiling, John hadn't bought the spy camera yet but he had put a recessed halogen light fitting over the bed where he could hide the camera when it came and at that very moment, Vicky knew that John was looking through the hole in the side of the light fitting where the camera would fit later. Vicky dropped her dress on to the floor and she got on the bed on her back, Paul dropped his trousers and climbed on top of Vicky, she groaned, "I've never felt a cock as big as yours before." John watched Paul fucking his wife for almost ten minutes before he shouted out, "Right Paul, I've finished connecting the test block, blue is common, blue to red is five ohms, blue to yellow is ten ohms, blue to white is fifteen ohms, blue to white with a red stripe is twenty ohms and blue to white with a blue stripe is twenty-five ohms. Paul climbed off of Vicky's body and clipped the ohm meter onto the blue wire and then the red one, "Red is eight ohms John, you have a bad connection in the red line somewhere...blue is fine, ten ohms dead, there is a slightly high reading on all of the other wires as well." John said, "Shit, sorry about that Paul mate...can you throw me a new connector block from my tool box please, I'll try a new connector block!" Paul had to pull his trousers up before he went out onto the landing to pass John a new connector block up into the loft, John said, "I'm sorry about this Paul mate, it'll take me twenty minutes or more to swap out the connector block, ask Vicky to make you another coffee if you want one mate!" Paul came back into the bedroom, dropping his trousers just out of sight of the loft hatch, he pulled his t-shirt off over his head as well so for this fuck, he was actually totally naked and he climbed on top of Vicky again. John watched Paul fucking Vicky for the second time in just a few minutes, their first fuck had lasted only ten or fifteen minutes but their second fuck lasted much longer...Vicky stopped Paul just short of his orgasm and said, "Do you like doing anal sex?" Paul nodded his head and he grinned at her. She said, "The thing is, I think that John wanted to do me up the bum last night but he didn't in the end because he didn't want to hurt me...would you break me in?" Paul flipped Vicky over onto her face and he took great delight in ramming his massive cock up her bum!" Vicky, for her part, made a great play on having a painful time of being fucked up her bum as she looked over her shoulder at the trick light fitting and winked up at John. John waited until after Paul had climaxed into his wife before calling out, "Right Paul, I've cleaned up all the connections and fitted the new connector block in place now, can you run through the tests for me again please?" Paul was still totally naked as he ran through the connections, "Everything is spot on now mate, do you need a hand with anything else while I'm here?" John started to climb down the ladder as he spoke, "No, thanks for that mate, I'll buy you a drink one night in the week mate!" Both Paul and Vicky moved fast to get dressed before John reached the spare bedroom, it was easy for Vicky, she had just opened her dress like a coat and she had left it in place for her fuck, Paul didn't take much longer, he just pulled his jogging trousers on and was half way through pulling his t-shirt on as John entered the room, Paul said, "See, I told you that I had a perfect six pack and you didn't believe me, just because I'm older than your John and he's so unfit...I wouldn't attract half the ladies that I do if I were as out of shape as...oh hi John...I'm just showing my stomach muscles off to your good lady." Victoria, for her part, kept up the act by stroking her fingertips over John's stomach muscles! John then said, "Don't fall for his patter darling, he'll try anything to get into a woman's knickers!" Vicky smiled at her husband, "Well, he'll be out of luck with me then, I never wear knickers when I'm at home!" Paul gave John a sly look and then he pulled at the front of Vicky's dress to one side, just a quick flash of her fanny before she flipped it back into place again." Paul said, I didn't see any bush, it looked like you're wearing pink knickers to me!" Vicky pushed Paul out of her way and she went to walk past John, John grabbed his wife and he flicked the back of her dress up, exposing all of her buttocks to Paul, "See, no knickers at all, I've told you before that she never wears a bra or knickers when she's at home!" Paul then said, "Well, it looks like she's wearing a bra of some kind under her dress." John turned Vicky to face Paul again and he pulled one side of the front of her dress open, "See, no bra, it's a cup-less basque, not a bra!" 5,030 Words.
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