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First Published: 02 April 2021

A Series of Firsts - Mum's story - The Change of Life
by Isabella

Story Codes: M/F, MM/F, Incest, Public sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

I was going through menopause...the change of life but I'd recently come to understand that I hadn't really even started life...well, sexual life at least.

When my doctor realised that my medical issues were pointing to the fact that I was entering menopause, he prescribed me with two things, the first was a Hormone Replacement Therapy patch to stick on my shoulder and the other was a course of 'Talking Therapy' sessions with a psychologist to help me to come to terms with my changing body. I didn't get time to dwell on the thought of talking with a psychologist, on the NHS, it would take nine months to get a place in a group like that but my father-in-law was paying for me to visit the doctor privately, he phoned the psychologist while I was still in his office and booked me into a group session that afternoon, the group had already had one session together and one of the women had dropped out after just one session.

Most women had been on the hormone treatment for almost a year before they got in front of a therapy group while I was going in before the pharmacy had the time to make up my prescription for the HRT patch. I wasn't too keen at first, it felt like washing my dirty linen in public, especially sitting in a circle with eleven other women of a similar age to myself being guided through the talking sessions.

The first session that I went to was an eye-opener for me, I had no real idea that my life wasn't 'Normal', I was definitely out of step with the other eleven women, all similar ages to myself...all living in the same area, all with broadly similar educational attainment but I was totally different to the other eleven women.

I couldn't believe just how readily they talked about sex in front of total strangers. The psychologist had spotted that I hadn't once mentioned sex so she almost challenged me because I wasn't taking part in the session fully. I kind of shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm sorry but I don't really understand what everyone is talking about!"

What the other women in the group were talking through was how to deal with their dry vagina problem, apparently, when a women starts on the menopausal path, the first sign is that her vagina stops excreting natural lubricants so sex became painful but to me, every time I had sex it was painful.

The councillor gave me a disbelieving look for a few seconds before slapping her palms down onto both knees, "Right ladies, I think it's time for a comfort break, there is coffee, tea and orange juice in the anteroom, the toilets are down the passage to the right, you can use both the men's toilets as well as the women's as there are no men in the building today.

I joined the line of women leaving the conference room but the councillor cut me out of the line to hold me back in the room.

"Victoria...can I ask...Are you still able to have pain free sex or has sex become more painful recently?"

I felt my face heat up as it reddened into a blush, I whispered, "I have no idea!"

"What do you mean!"

"The last time I had sex, it was just as painful as it always has been!"

"When was the last time that you had sex?"

"About thirteen years, three months, seven days and a few hours ago!"

"How can you be so precise Victoria?"

"My husband wanted a son, we'd had two daughters in quick succession and then Peter came along twelve years ago and John, that's my husband, was happy so we didn't need to have sex again!"

She reeled back as if someone had just hit her in the centre of her forehead with a hammer, my comment had really taken her off balance.

The floor manager took us to his office, he offered us both a drink and then asked what he could do for my mother-in-law today, she asked to see a white, Egyptian bed set, white, super king-sized, minimum thread count had to be seven hundred threads to the inch and it had to be cross-woven and the softer, 'Pinpoint' finish. It took ten minutes for a member of staff to bring the bed set, it had a duvet cover, four pillow cases, a bottom sheet and an under sheet with a valence as well as a six foot long bolster cover. I would probably have paid fifty pounds for a bed set at my local department store but it would be mixed fibre, only have two pillowcases and there certainly wouldn't have been a bolster cover...at Harrods, June spent one thousand pounds on it.

The floor manager took an intercom call from Ladies apparel as we were finishing our coffee, "Mr Appleton, the nightdress that Mrs Clarke from Glebe Farm ordered last week has just arrived back from the embroiders, should I gift wrap it and have it couriered over to the farm sir?'

Mr Appleton looked at June, "Would you like the nightdress delivered to the farm Mrs Clarke or would you like to take it with you today?"

June looked at me, "Well, my future daughter-in-law is here with me so it would be good to see if I picked out the right length and we may as well take it with us today, the wedding is in just five days time!"

Mr Appleton buzzed through to ladies apparel on the intercom, "Mrs Jones, would you bring the nightdress to my office please, Mrs Clarke is in the store today!"

It took almost ten minutes for the head of ladies apparel to walk all the way from her department to the floor manager's office and when she arrived she was brandishing the nightdress in front of herself proudly, displaying the embroidery that June had asked to be sewn into the front of the nightdress, just above the left breast, there were two red heart shapes touching with a 'J' embroidered in real gold thread in the right heart and a gold 'V' in the left heart. The hearts weren't just flat thread on the front of the nightdress, I'd call it 'Pillowed' but the letters, being real gold thread were pulled in tight causing a deep depressions on the face of the three dimensional hearts. The night dress was held against my back to see if it was the right length for me. I couldn't believe how different two products could look and feel, the only difference in the two were the way that the material had been finished, the bedding had been finished in 'Pinpoint' while the nighty was finished in the 'Sateen' style, making it look and feel like silk.

Mr Appleton said, "You're a very lucky young lady, your fiancé's mother buying you such wonderful wedding presents!"

June stepped in, taking the nighty and folding it, "They aren't wedding presents, they are just to be used on the wedding night and then they will be put away as treasured family mementoes!"

I didn't really understand at that moment and it didn't become clear until the wedding night itself. We did all of the usual things, we had the wedding ceremony in the morning and then the wedding breakfast, a sit down meal with a hundred guests in a Greek restaurant and in the evening we had a party, a kind of disco but with mainly traditional Greek music because so many of the family were Greek or half Greek. At ten o'clock, John took me up to his mother's bedroom because it was one of the two biggest bedrooms in the house at Glebe Farm and while John's father's bedroom was the same size, it was decorated in a far more masculine and minimalistic way, June's bedroom looked like it had been decorated for a princess, including the king size canopy bed.

Right from the outset I knew that I'd be expected to wear the nightdress that June had bought for me a few days earlier but as I walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed and saw the nightdress hanging in a coat hanger in the en suite bathroom, I remembered June telling the floor manager at Harrods store that the night dress would only be worn for this one night and then it would be put away forever. I didn't really know what was actually going to happen when I joined John in bed but I guessed that it would be sexual...I usually went to bed wearing a bra, knickers and nightdress but that night, I just put the nightdress on over my naked body.

I joined John in the bedroom, he told me that I looked lovely in my new nightdress and I spotted that he was wearing blue and white candy striped pyjamas, I could tell instantly that they, like my nightdress, were brand new and really stood out against the sea of white Egyptian cotton, the bolster had been placed on the bed under the four pillows that were in a line along the width of the bed.

I joined him in bed and he kissed me before turning the light off. I was on my back and he rolled onto his side to face me, he pulled the front of my nightdress up. I lifted my bottom so that my bum didn't trap the back of my nightdress but John stopped me, he said, "You don't have to move, the front of your nighty will go up high enough."

When the front was as high as it could go, it barely uncovered my vaginal area, he asked me why I wasn't wearing my knickers, "I had no idea what to expect, I've never been to bed with a man before so I left my bra and knickers off tonight."

John chuckled and said, "I've never been to bed with a woman either but I wasn't expecting you to be quite so naked under your nightdress, I'm wearing my underpants and vest under my pyjamas."

Basically, all that was exposed on my body were my legs and they weren't really exposed because I was still under the duvet. John reached between my legs and pulled them apart as wide as they would go, then he kind of stepped over my right leg and he knelt between my legs, pushing the duvet down the bed with his back, there was a moment's fumbling as he pulled his dick out of his pyjama bottoms. He almost fell forward, spearing my body on his cock, the pain was excruciating, so bad that I had to scream, he humped his body into mine about five or six times, each hump was more painful than the last and then he lay on top of me totally still.

After a few seconds, his body seemed to shudder and he was still again, there were three of four shudders and then I felt movement inside my body, he wasn't actually moving, it was just his cock shrinking and backing out of my body slowly until it felt like my body spat him out.

John kissed me for the second time since we got into bed, he thanked me and then he pulled the bolster pillow out from under the pillows and lay it in the bed between us, "I'm sorry about this but I don't think that I'd be able to get to sleep with you in the bed with me. So there we were, sleeping together for the first time ever but separated by the bolster.

I woke at eight o'clock in the morning, it sounded like the wedding party from the night before had started up all over again and there was an all pervading smell of bacon wafting throughout the house.

I pushed the duvet down and got a shock, it looked like a scene from a horror film, there were dark brown blood stains all over the bed. I gasped in shock and that caused John to turn to look at me, "What's wrong darling?"

"Look at all this mess, the stains will never come out of these, I'll need to get the sheet and this nighty into bleach as soon as possible!"

John laughed, "Don't you dare...you have to take the sheet and the nighty down to my mother and give them to her, it's proof that you were a virgin last night when we went to bed but that you aren't this morning."

While I showered the dry blood off of my body, John had been folding the bottom sheet into a tight bundle with the main patch of blood from my deflowering prominently in the centre on top of the bundle. I'd dressed in comfortable clothes for the long drive up to Scotland where we'd be spending our honeymoon and John had taken my nightdress and was folding it so that that the back of the nighty, where my blood had passed through was on top. Once John had finished folding my nightdress, he told me that it was traditional for the new bride entering a Greek family to make a present of her proof of virginity to her mother-in-law.

So, I'd found the whole process of my wedding night very painful as well as very embarrassing but that embarrassment was nothing compared to how I felt when I had to carry my blooded sheet and nightdress into the dining room where twenty members of the Clarke family were eating breakfast while waiting for me to present my mother-in-law with the proof that I'd been a virgin when I went to bed with John the previous evening.

I hadn't finished the story of my embarrassing and painful first time having sex but some of the other women were returning into the conference room with their cups of coffee so I stopped telling the psychologist my story.

After the coffee break, the group discussion turned to the side effects of the HRT treatment, women were telling stories about being permanently hot and couldn't bear to wear many clothes and how suddenly they wanted sex more often...when the conversation reached me, I had to apologise, "I haven't actually started my HRT treatment yet, in fact I'll be collecting my patches on my way home from here!"

Well, that had been like throwing a hand grenade into the group, eleven women all demanding to know why it had taken so long for them to get into the psychologist's group and I'd walked into it on the first day that I'd been diagnosed.

The group session seemed to fall apart after that and the session ended ten minutes earlier than planned.

I hung around after the other woman had left to apologise to the psychologist for disrupting the session, "Don't be silly, everything will be okay by next week...they were just angry because you seemed to be jumping the queue, most of the women in here know your family, in fact, two of them actually work for your father-in-law..." she smiled, "...in fact, The Clarke family often feature in various local group sessions although, I've never heard anyone mention your husband John before."

She took me out to the anteroom and bought me a cup of coffee so that the woman running the next session in the conference room could get set up, the next session was an addiction group, drugs or alcohol addiction.

"So Victoria, did sex get any easier or less painful as time went on?"

I shook my head, "No, it's painful every time!"

"How often a month do you and John have sex?"

I reeled back again, that unknown and unseen man had hit my forehead again, "Month...we don't have sex that often!"

Again, the psychologist reeled back at my answer, "So, how often in the average year do you and John have sex?"

"After my wedding night, the next time we had sex was around our second wedding anniversary, we'd been to the farm house to have Sunday lunch with the family, Sarah...that's Paul's wife, announced that she was pregnant yet again and after the general round of congratulations, June scowled at John and said that she was expecting a grandson from John by now...I don't think that John's family realised that ever since we came back from our honeymoon, we'd slept in separate bedrooms because John couldn't get to sleep if I was in the same room as him, he couldn't even get to sleep on our honeymoon and we were in separate beds so on the second night, he paid for another hotel room for me!"

"So, what happened after your mother-in-law told your husband that she expected a grandson from the two of you?"

On the walk home, John asked me when my last period had ended so I told him that it was nine days ago, when we got home, John told me to use the bed in the 'Blue Bedroom', that's the bigger of the spare bedrooms with a king sized bed in it, "Oh, by the way, keep your bra and knickers on and wear one of your long white nightdresses please."

"John came into the Blue Bed Room thirty minutes later and it was almost a repeat of the wedding night, the only difference this time was that I was wearing knickers under my long night dress. This time, after John pulled his cock out of his pyjama bottoms and underpants, he pulled the gusset of my knickers to one side before he fell on top of me again."

"So you hadn't had sex with your husband for two years at that point?"

I nodded my head again.

"Did he do anything to get you ready for him to have sex with you?"

"No, he didn't even tell me that we were going to do it again, he just did it, it hurt again but not quite so bad as the first time we did it but it only lasted for a few seconds and it was all over. I think his body shuddered four times after he'd finished humping into me and again, his cock shrunk down and my body spat his cock out. As soon as his cock was out of my body, he thanked me, then he kissed me goodnight and he left me in the spare bed and he went to his own bedroom to spend the rest of the night."

"And how often did you have to have sex to get pregnant...you did get pregnant I assume?"

"We only had sex that time and again four weeks later and two weeks after that, I tested positive for pregnancy and my eldest daughter was born thirty three weeks later."

"And when did you have sex again...that would be the fourth time for you I guess?"

"Because we'd had a girl and June was still pestering John for a grandson, fifteen months after Sarah was born, John told me to go to bed in the Blue Bedroom again and we had sex in exactly the same way as we had done two years earlier and again, it was very painful and over very quickly."

"You got pregnant again?"

I nodded my head.

"Was the second child a boy?"

I shook my head, "No, Dawn came second when Sarah was just two years old...Sarah wasn't even potty trained when Dawn came along so I had two children in nappies."

"So, sex just four times in your life and you'd had two children...did June ever get her grandson?"

"Well, she did but it was very much against my will, when Dawn was fifteen months old, John told me to wait for him in the Blue Bedroom, I knew that he wanted to have sex again to try for a son, I told him that I couldn't have a third child so soon after the first two, because Dawn had come along, it put Sarah's potty training back to the beginning so I now had a three year old in nappies as well as a fifteen month old and was struggling to cope so I told John that I didn't want to go to bed with him again until both of our other children were potty trained and more able to do things for themselves, so I went to bed in my own bedroom as usual."

"Was John happy with that?"

"No...not one little bit, I woke at four o'clock in the morning with excruciating abdominal pain and found that John was on top of me screwing me...I tried to fight him off instead of just laying there totally still while he got on with it and because I was fighting him off, the act took far longer, at least five times longer than the previous four times and this time John got very breathless and as his body shuddered...the point that he would usually be totally still but he was still humping into me as his body shuddered a half a dozen times and all that time he was still breathless and still humping me. The pain actually finally stopped two minutes before he finally stopped and I'd say that was the most pleasurable point in my sex life but it only lasted for two minutes and I was punching and kicking at him all that time!"

Our time together was ended by a telephone call so I thanked her for her time and I headed for home via the pharmacist to collect my new prescription. As soon as I got home I put the HRT patch on my upper back, over my shoulder blade and started to do a little housework before the kids got home.

Sarah shook my shoulder, I was dusting the book case in the living room, it was quite a big job, we had over two thousand books in the living room alone and many thousands more around the house. I jumped down Sarah's throat a little for sneaking up on me and shocking me like that.

"Mum, I didn't creep up on you, I shouted from the kitchen but you didn't hear me, you just sat there staring into space!"

I looked around in confusion, I was sitting on the sofa with a duster in my hand, I was nowhere near the bookshelf...but I was certain that I'd been dusting the bookshelf for over an hour but judging by the dust that was still in residence, I hadn't been near it...I'd just lost a whole hour out of my day but worse, I'd not just lost that hour but in my head, I'd been doing housework all that time. I must have been going crazy in my old age.

The next three months were a roller coaster for me and I guess for my family too, one minute I was almost ecstatic on a real high and the next I was in a deep depression, I could take an active part in the monthly counselling sessions because I had more of an understanding of the things the other people were talking about because I was experiencing some of those things myself. The only thing I still didn't quite get were the references to the other eleven women always being turned on and hunting for sex.

The fourth session had been moved to the Friday afternoon so I was a little later arriving than usual...later than the other women...and the only seat available was the seat on the left of the semicircle of seats around Jenifer, the psychologist who was facilitation the group therapy sessions, Everything was on a first name basis during the sessions and we were discouraged from talking about where we lived or the jobs that we did...or didn't do...just to prevent the women prejudging each other.

Jenifer always picked the woman sitting in the seat that had been left for me to start the discussion off so I couldn't hide in the pack as I usually did, I had to lead the discussion this time.

As was the usual pattern, I opened the meeting by running through all of the symptoms and side effects of my HRT treatment but instead of Mary taking over from me to tell everyone what she was experiencing, she looked at me and told me that what I'd described wasn't normal or usual...it was something that I should take to my doctor as soon as possible. I was a little shocked, because of where I usually sat, I didn't manage to tell people about my symptoms, the group had often descended into general discussion by the time the batten was handed over to me so to speak. Mary told everyone about her latest developments, she had a feeling that after a year of taking HRT treatment, she'd just about got the dosage and mixture of drugs just about right now and as she spoke, I allowed my mind to wander, I'd definitely have to go to my Doctor's office on my way home after the session, talk to him about the side effects that I was having from my patches.

I was the last one out to the coffee machine at the break and as I waited for the machine to dispense my cup, I was listening in on a conversation between Anna and Patricia, Anna said, "Have you had any luck finding a new lover yet Pat?"

Pat said, "No, once you pass forty, men get like the hair on their heads...very thin on the ground!"

Anna said, "Do you know where Glebe Road is?"

My ears pricked up at that name, my father-in-law had built Glebe Road, it joined his farm to the main road between Kettering and Northampton. When the main road had been upgraded from a country lane to a main trunk road, my father-in-law's farm just had a track, little wider than the tractors that worked the farm but Ron had upgraded the road to a full sized road, one lane in each direction as well as a pavement on both sides of the road. When it was built, it was definitely over-kill but in just a few years, he'd got planning permission to build a small industrial estate that earned him more money each year than farming ever could.

Patricia nodded her head, "My brother works at Cotton's Engineering on the Glebe Farm Industrial Estate!"

Anna smiled at Patricia, "Oh, right, Well, you know the factory that your brother works in...well, there was a big warehouse on the other side of Glebe Road from Cotton's building, it used to be a store for the tin cans from the canning factory in town, you know, they paint the insides of tin cans with varnish that takes six weeks to fully cure...well, now they use an ultra violet varnish, they just give each can a blast of UV light and they can fill it with food straight away so they don't need the big storage area..." Anna was nodding her head, "...well, that building has been turned into a private 'Men's' club, you know, drinking, casino and a posh restaurant as well as a small dance floor...well, there are hundreds of men going there and they're all looking for women!"

Patricia looked surprised, "And, you've been there?"

Anna's smile turned to a look of satisfaction, "I have, twice last week and I scored both times, I got a lovely meal, a few drinks and a dance and when I was nicely oiled, there was even a mezzanine floor with a few bedrooms to rent by the hour, to finish the evening off with a bang!"

Now that came as a surprise to me, I lived in one of the closest houses to Glebe Farm Industrial Estate, I'd even been in the building that Anna was talking about just after it had been constructed by my father-in-law's building company, it had one roller shutter door at each end of the building, the newly varnished tin cans were taken in through one door and six weeks later they rolled out of the other and loaded into lorries to be taken to the food canning plant a few miles away. The building was just a windowless metal box, the floor area was about the size of two football pitches and it was fifty feet high inside. The building had no windows because it held open food tins and they didn't want to risk contamination with dust or insects. And even though I was living in one of the closest houses to the building, I knew nothing about its conversion into a club.

We were all called back into the conference room to continue our group therapy session and I hadn't even started drinking my coffee.

In the second half of the session, the conversation deteriorated into a talk on advanced sexual practices and opportunities, at least three of the women admitted to visiting the new club to pick up men and have sex with them behind their husband's back and three others had heard of the place, half of the women at the session were in the know and I knew nothing about the place until a few minutes ago.

After the session I walked to my doctor's office and asked for an appointment to see Doctor McGreggor as soon as possible, I was told that Doctor McGreggor worked in the local cottage hospital on Fridays and was offered an appointment with another doctor but I turned the offer down and opted for a ten o'clock appointment with my own doctor on Monday morning.

When I left the doctor's office, I had two choices, the shorter walk home via the road network through the town or the longer walk, out to the Northampton Road and then back to Glebe Farm via Glebe Road, the town roads were quieter and roughly a two mile walk, the main Northampton Road route was over three miles and would mean walking along far busier roads, usually it was a no brainer, the walk through the town would win hands down every time, but because of all the talk about the re-purposed storage warehouse being a 'Gentleman's Club', that was playing on my mind and I wanted to see it for myself so I took the longer route.

I was on the Northampton Road at four o'clock, and at four o'clock on a Friday afternoon, the Northampton Road was more like a car park than a road, thousands of cars crawling at one mile per hour, into and out of Northampton, kicking up a smog of exhaust fumes hanging over the countryside.

I'd only just heard about the club and had no idea what to expect, the last time that I saw the building, it had one articulated lorry unloading its cargo of freshly varnished tin cans at the south door and another lorry at the north door, taking the 'Cured' tin cans from the warehouse to be filled with processed peas, carrots, potatoes and soft fruits. The building was faceless, just a very large metal box, there wasn't even an office, no doors apart from the two roller shutter doors for the cans to go in and out of.

Well, was I surprised at what I saw as I turned the corner and saw the building? The old storage wearhouse had been given a false façade, a new doorway had been cut in the side of the building and it had been surrounded by thin marble tiles to make it look like the whole entrance area had been built of marble with massive mahogany doors. Carved into the marble lintel above the impressive mahogany doors was the club's name, 'VOLUPTATEM' and the deeply carved letters were gilded with twenty-four carat gold leaf. The rest of the side facing the road had false windows set in what looked like Portland stone blocks. It looked like a Victorian building of character from London but only on the one face...the other three faces of the building were still in the drab pale Wedgewood blue corrugated sheeting.

The car park had twenty cars parked in neat rows and all twenty cars were top marquees, probably over a million pounds worth of cars in total.

I just stood there, staring in disbelief at the transformation of the building in such a short time and as I stood there, a car pulled up behind me, the driver rolled down his window, "Hello darling, are you going in this afternoon?"

I looked down at the driver, he was in his early sixties, Armani suit, well groomed, clean shaven as well as obviously moisturised...the skin on his face almost glowed in the afternoon sunshine, almost as brightly as the gold paintwork on his Bentley Mulsanne Speed. I knew that the Mulsanne Speed had a starting price of a quarter of a million pounds and went up from there, it was easily the most valuable car in that car park full of expensive motors and spoke volumes about the man driving it...and not in a good way either...the man was obviously a 'Flash Harry', most people who bought that particular car fell into two categories, the first, captain of industry type who would buy the black, the dark green or the navy blue, the other category was the footballer type, they went for the gold, the bright red or the neon blue to make a statement about just how shallow they were.

I looked down at myself, "I'm hardly dressed for a Private Members Club...am I?"

He closed his window and pulled the car around into the car park, just inside the fence, just about as far away from the club's entrance as he could get it. He climbed out of the car and walked back towards me. He made no attempt at hiding the way he was devouring me with his eyes before saying, "Even dressed like that, you'd be the prettiest thing to enter the club since the day it opened...so darling...what's your name then?"

I was looking at the fake front of the building, wondering just how much it had cost to disguise the industrial simplicity of the old warehouse, as he asked me my name, I looked at him, my nose almost touching his, "I'm Vicky!"

"Good afternoon Vicky, I'm Thomas...are you looking for a bit of fun today darling?"

I didn't really answer one way or another, my body had chosen that moment to close down on me, like the times that I thought that I was cleaning the house when really I was just sitting there in a trance. I could suddenly see myself and Thomas, standing next to each other, almost nose to nose, I watched him move his hands to my face, he parted my hair, one hand on each side of my face, it looked like he was opening a pair of curtains. He stood there, one hand each side of my face, his palms on my cheeks, his fingertips brushing my earlobes gently and then he said, "Well, if you don't want to come in the club with me, would you like a little fun on the back seat of my car?"

I could see well enough to know that there hadn't been the flicker of recognition on my face, no answer to his question one way or the other but he must have decided that I'd said yes because he was guiding me to the rear door of his car. I watched as he eased me into the back seat of his car and then he followed me in. by the time I'd managed to get into a position that I could see what was going on in the back of the car, he was kissing me passionately and he was pulling at my 'T-shirt', pulling it out of the waistband of my jeans.

I watched as my shirt was pulled up, exposing my bra, I watched him fondling my breasts through the austere white of my utilitarian bra. I was still just sitting there not moving, well, my mouth was moving...I seemed to be eating his tongue as he kissed me.

I saw him lift up, he was pulling his trousers off...struggling a little even though the rear seat of the Mulsanne was roomier than most cars around us. I saw my own hand slip over to his lap, I watched myself taking his cock in my hand and rubbing it as he fought the tight button holding the waistband of my jeans closed, he was trying to open my jeans, trying to pull them down, I looked from his cock in my hand to us kissing still, I realised that he'd managed to uncover my left breast, he'd lifted the cup up over the top of my breast and as he was now fighting to get my jeans off, my left tit is just sitting there exposed to the world.

I was watching myself in astonishment as my right fist pumped up and down his cock, I was masturbating him even though I'd never masturbated anyone in my life before. I saw my back arch and suddenly there was almost a pop as my jeans and knickers slipped out from under my bottom so that now I was sitting there on the black plush leather seat of the Bentley Sport car, my ginger bush as exposed as my left breast. He seemed to have ten hands now, he was trying to open my thighs with one pair of hands, trying to part my legs but my jeans were too tight so now he was trying to push my jeans and knickers down to my ankles with a second pair of hands and yet a third pair were pushing my 'T-shirt' up, uncovering my right breast as well now as well as my left.

I saw my jeans pass my knees and now he managed to bend my knee, my calves were still close together but after my knee bent, the tops of my thighs parted just enough for him to get his hand in between them and all the time, my right hand was pumping up and down his erection.

The me watching the action in the back of Thomas' car was suddenly run over by a Range Rover turning into the car park, when the driver of the new car passed the Bentley, he was so much higher than us that he could see everything going on in the back seat of the Mulsanne and when he realised what was going on in the back of the Bentley, he sounded his hooter and pointed out of the car park towards Glebe Road before driving a little further away and parking up.

I'd been run over but I was still standing there, I'd actually passed through the other car, I even smelled the cheap aftershave that the other driver was wearing. I looked back into the Bentley, Thomas had moved while I'd been distracted by being run over, my right hand was still pumping up and down his cock but now he was in a different position, he had rolled to his left, his hips starting to cover my own, he was still fighting to get the tight legs of my jeans down my own legs, trying to get my thighs open wider.

I was surprised that I couldn't feel anything of what was happening, I wondered why and suddenly I felt a sucking feeling...okay, he was sucking at my left nipple now but the sucking feeling wasn't that at all, I felt my body moving, I was being sucked into the car with the two of them and suddenly I could feel everything, I could feel the suction of his mouth on my left nipple, feel the force of his hands trying to part my thighs, feel the heat of his cock in my right hand as I was pumping my hand up and down his shaft, feel the head of his cock rubbing against my hairy pussy, feel his feet kicking at my jeans, trying now to get one leg over my ankle and off over my foot, now the head of his cock rubbing up and down my labia, slipping closer to my vagina, one millimetre at a time.

I suddenly came to my senses and I bucked my hips up, I was trying to push him off of me but bucking my hips up was the wrong way to go, the head of his cock suddenly engaged with my vagina and entered my body by one inch, I rolled to my left and he lost his hold on me and he suddenly erupted all over my right thigh.

I slipped my left foot back into my jeans but missed my knickers so as I pulled my jeans up, my knickers were only on my right leg. My knickers dragged up through the puddle of semen that Thomas had left over my right thigh and I was pulling the front of my shirt down without putting my tits back into my bra. I hadn't managed to fasten my jean by the time I jumped out of the Bentley. I looked over at the driver of the car that ran over me, he had just stepped out of his car, it had seemed like an age between me being run over and me getting out of the back of Thomas' car but it had only been a second or two. I fought to get the button fastened on my waistband and once that was fastened, I could pull my zipper up, I'd started to move towards the gate at a run and almost got run over for a second time as a police car came through the car park's entrance. The second driver had seen the police car behind him and as he pulled into the car park, he'd see what Thomas and I were doing in the back of the Bentley and had sounded his hooter to warn us of the approaching police car.

I ran all the way to my father-in-law's farm house, sorting out my clothes as I ran, fighting my breasts back into my bra and tucking my 'T-shirt' back into the waistband of my jeans, the only part of my clothing that was still out of place were my knickers, one leg seated correctly, the other leg bunched up between my legs. I stood at the drive to the farm house and looked down at myself, the right leg of my jeans was soaking wet and it really stood out so I changed my mind, I didn't go up to the farm house to collect the kids, I walked the path to my own house, rushed into the utility room to wash my right leg and dry it before changing my jeans for a clean and dry pair before returning to the farm to collect the kids to take them back home for their dinner.

As I walked to the farm house I was trying to work out if I'd actually committed adultery or not, he had got an inch of his cock into my cunt but I'd thrown him off straight away, I'd have to put this one down to a near miss.

I kept my head down for the rest of the weekend, John was at home all weekend and the kids were in and out all the time.

On Monday morning, after the kids went to school, I took my HRT patch off and had a long soak in the bath, I didn't replace the patch after my bath as I'd be trying to get a new type of patch from the doctor at ten o'clock.

I saw Doctor McGreggor in his office, talked through my symptoms and the side effects, carefully avoiding the fact that I'd almost let a stranger fuck me in the back seat of his car while I was having an out of body experience. He agreed that I needed to try a different formulation of HRT patch, he printed out the prescription and I took it to the pharmacist to make up the prescription.

I handed the prescription over and the pharmacist shook his head, "I'm sorry Mrs Clarke, I don't keep this strength of HRT patch in stock, I can have it here sometime this afternoon, I'll ring you at home when it comes in of you like!"

I thanked him and said, "That's a kind thought, I'll see you later then."

I left the pharmacy and opened my handbag, I'd taken today's HRT patch with me, just in case the doctor didn't change my prescription and without thinking, I pulled my 'T-shirt' out of the waistband of my jeans and stuck the new patch on the small of my back. It felt like an electric shock as the fresh patch hit me, it had been three hours since I'd taken the old patch off so the effect of the drug must have been leaving my body and now, the fresh patch had shocked my body.

I took the long walk home, out of town on the Northampton Road and down Glebe Road. A car pulled up at the side of me, the engine was whisper quiet so I knew that it wasn't my father-in-law, his cars always had noisy power plants, we often got lost drivers asking for directions outside of town.

"Victoria!"

I looked over my shoulder, a gold coloured Bentley Musanne Speed and the driver stepping out of the car was Thomas. I almost didn't recognise him, there was no Armani suit this time, he was dressed casually in a polo shirt and chino trousers with 'Penny loafers' on his feet.

"Hi again, I didn't get the chance to thank you on Friday...shame that the police turned up but it was a bloody good thing that Hector warned us...saved us a great deal of embarrassment...how would you fancy a going for a drink with me?"

I gestured to my body, "I'm still not dressed for visiting a club!"

He laughed, "It isn't open at this time of the day!"

"Where were you planning on taking me for a drink then?"

He dangled a key in his hand, "I have the key, we can go into the club for a drink and you can look the place over and tell me what you think of my place!"

I got in the car for the fifty yard drive to the club's car park. The gates were locked when we got there and Thomas locked them again after he'd driven in.

The outside of the building had just been window dressing, a thing of little substance to hide a bland utilitarian building from the front, inside, you had no idea that the building had been an industrial unit, what had been exposed steel girders holding the roof up when the building had been built were now wrapped in fake marble tubes to look like marble columns, every surface inside the building was covered with mirrors, mahogany or marble and plush carpeting throughout the building.

I was given a brandy and soda, he had a single malt and he guided me around the club showing me the gaming tables, the restaurant area, the show lounge and the small, intimate dance floor and as we left the dance floor we were at the side of the stairs leading up to a mezzanine floor...we'd both been drinking as we walked around the club and had finished our drinks by the time we reached the foot of the stairs. Nothing was said, Thomas took my empty glass and placed it on the bar, then he took my hand and guided me up the stairs, there were six open doors on a landing at the top of the stairs, all the doors were open and there was a large double bed in each of the rooms. It looked just like one of the faceless hotels that have sprung up all over the country. I was guided into one of the rooms and he pulled me to a stop at the foot of the bed, he turned to face me and he kissed me...no, he didn't kiss me, we kissed each other.

Before the kiss had ended, my 'T-shirt' was out of the waistband of my jeans and the button and zip on my jeans were both open.

His lips left mine and he whispered, "Lift your arms Vicky!"

I lifted my arms and he pulled my 'T-shirt' off over my head. We kissed again as he reached behind my back, fumbling with the combination lock on the back of my bra, I felt the tension across my chest released and without taking his lips off of mine, he was pulling my bra off of my shoulders and divesting me of it.

I suddenly realised that my own hands were busy, I'm sure that it wasn't a conscious effort on my part but my fingers were working the belt on his chinos out of the buckle, the button was opened next and finally the zipper, because his chinos were a looser fit than my jeans, as soon as I'd started to open his zip, the weight of the canvas pulled his trousers down, I felt his lips curl into a smile against my mouth and his hands were at the back of my jeans, pushing hard to get them and my knickers past my bum. I was now working on his boxer shorts, again, as soon as the elastic passed his hips, his boxers followed his chinos to his ankles. He'd already kicked the legs of his chinos off of his feet and his boxers followed.

He pulled his mouth from mine, my jeans were now past his reach but because they were so tight, they still didn't fall on their own. He had to bend down to push my jeans all the way down. He kissed my belly as he tapped my left ankle, I lifted my foot and he pulled the leg over my foot.

I was now totally naked in front of a man for the first time in my life, he wasn't quite naked though and his polo shirt jumped over his head in double quick time, yet another first, the first time I'd been with a naked man in my life too.

I was pushed onto the bed and he joined me, "We don't really have too much time for a lot of fun, I've got to open up to the paying customers at twelve o'clock!"

I looked at my watch, I was actually disappointed that we only had thirty minutes to play...even though I'd never had sex for longer than five minutes at any one time in my life before but coming so close to sex the previous Friday and chickening out, today I really wanted to feel the act to completion.

He pushed my thighs apart and crawled up between them, he covered my lips with his, I felt his cockhead pressing against my pussy lips as he kissed me, he was holding his body up with his left arm and playing with my tits with his right hand. I got very impatient and bucked my hips up again, the result was the same as on Friday, as I bucked my hips up, the head of his cock entered my body, just one inch but he got the message and lowered his hips so that his cock slid all the way into my body. I gasped in pain, he pulled his lips off of mine, "I'm sorry I hurt you, I can't believe how fucking tight your cunt is!"

"It's been a long time!"

"What, since you last had sex?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

"My son is twelve years old, so it's been about thirteen years."

"God, I struggle to go thirteen hours without having sex!"

He'd stopped fucking me as we talked, I realised that he was probably giving me time to get used to his cock being so deep in my body but we only had thirty...no, twenty seven minutes before he had to open the club. I lifted my feet, bent my knees and brought my heels against his buttocks and I dug down, kicking him back into action and he started fucking me in long slow thrusts as he started kissing me again.

I reached an orgasm on the fifth thrust of his cock and he kicked up into a higher gear and started fucking me harder and faster. My orgasm built and built until I almost passed out. I was suddenly standing at the side of the bed looking down at the two of us fucking on the bed, he lifted his mouth off of mine, lifted his head and looked at my face. He pulled his cock out of my cunt and he rolled away from my body. He just lay there looking at me as I started to come back into consciousness and as my eyes opened, I felt my ethereal body being sucked back into my naked body...it was strange but when I left my body, I suddenly grew a full set of clothes covering my body as I stood there looking down.

"Did you cum?"

He smiled at me, "Welcome back...no, I didn't climax, it didn't seem right finishing off while you were unconscious."

I looked at my watch, "We only have ten minutes left, I'd like to feel you cum in me before we have to get dressed again!"

He grinned at me, "Your wish is my command madam!"

He rolled over between my thighs again and slid his cock into me, he fucked me with long slow thrusts again, he was holding his upper body away from mine, looking down at my face as I reached the bliss of yet another climax. "What position do you prefer to fuck in?"

I managed to shake my head and say, "I have no idea, I've only ever done it in this position so far!"

"Have you ever sucked a man's cock?"

I shook my head again.

"How about the thought of it...does it repulse you or excite you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, apart from hearing the other women in the HRT group talking about it, I'd never given it a thought.

"Suck me now!"

He yanked his cock out of me and changed position, in my head I was screaming out, 'Don't stop now, we only have seven minutes left, eight at the most!'

He moved into a position where he was kneeling above my head, he leaned forward and inserted his cock into my mouth and then continued going forward until his mouth lined up with my cunt and he started performing oral sex on me. We were only in that position for thirty seconds before he gave me yet another mind blowing orgasm but with his mouth this time. I wouldn't say that I was actually giving him a blow-job, he had put his cock in my mouth and I'd formed a seal around it with my lips and because some women called a blow-job, 'Sucking a man off', as his cock was in my mouth, I applied a little suction but he did all the rest, fucking my mouth with long, slow rhythmic thrusts. As soon as I reached my orgasm he stopped licking my pussy and returned to fucking me properly. This time, he slammed his cock into me hard, stabbing my cunt as if his cock was a weapon, there was no rhythm to his fucking and because of that, I wasn't going anywhere close to an orgasm, after two minutes he said, "How would you like to try anal sex?"

I shook my head, I wasn't close to an orgasm so I could talk quite easily, "No, I don't think I'd like to do sex that way!"

He fucked me that way for five more minutes and his arms gave way under him, he fell against my tits, gasping for breath and I felt his cock spasm inside my body as he ejaculated into me. I was disappointed that I didn't feel his spunk filling my pussy but at least he had cum in me before he had to go to work. He pulled out and wiped his cock on a towel, he told me to stay there, "Rest, up, I'll try to get back up after the rush for five minutes for another kiss and cuddle!" He punctuated the cuddle with a grin.

After he left the room, I lay back on the bed and began to replay our fuck in my head, music drifted up through the floorboards as I thought, 'Well, there isn't any technicality this time, I was definitely guilty of committing adultery and I had loved every moment of it.'

My mind wandered off of the sex and onto the HRT patches, I'd usually put the fresh patch on after my shower before going to bed and leave it on for twenty four hours, the last patch, the one from Sunday night, had only been on for nine hours before I took it off and then it had been off for three hours or so before I'd put a fresh patch on so I may have got an extra hard hit from the patch I'd put on less than an hour earlier, I had to assume that the patch was more effective for the first few hours and tailed off as the day went on so I'd had a double dose of the fresh patch, just twelve hours apart rather than twenty four.

My train of thought was broken by the door opening, I pushed my upper body up on my elbows to welcome Thomas back but got a shock, it wasn't Thomas, it was the man that had warned us that the police were coming on Friday, I think that Thomas had called him Hector or something like that.

He gave me an awkward smile, "I'm sorry to just walk in on you out of the blue like this but Thomas said that you might like to give me a little blow-job as a reward for warning you about the police the other day!"

I was a little bit pissed off at Thomas passing me on to his friend so soon after we'd had our first full fuck but I just shrugged my shoulders in my head as he stood at the open door looking at my naked body on the bed. I nodded my head and said, "How do you want to do it?"

"I could stand at the side of the bed, if you sat up, we should be in about the right position. So I had my second cock in my mouth in less than thirty minutes. I was sitting on the bed with my knees on either side of his legs as he stood there and all he did was to stand there, I had to teach myself how to suck his cock and as he groaned in pleasure, I felt duly proud of myself for giving him pleasure with my mouth, even if it was taking quite a long time to get him that far.

"When you didn't come back down, I decided to bring your whisky up and another brandy and soda for you Vicky..."

I didn't stop sucking Hector's cock, I'd recognised Thomas' voice and as he'd sent Hector up to use my mouth, I didn't think that he'd expect me to stop, just because he'd walked in on us.

Thomas' mobile phone pinged, he took the call as he put two drinks down on the table at the side of the bed, he was listening to the caller telling him who he was as Thomas stood there stroking my head like I was a toddler tying my shoelaces for the first time, needing to be praised.

"Oh, hi Ronald, no...no problem, I'll be right down, just give me thirty seconds, order a drink for yourself, I'll be there before the drink!"

He closed the call down, "My landlord has just turned up for a meeting...I'll be tied up for hours unfortunately!"

Thomas left me sucking Hector's cock, safe in the knowledge that my father-in-law was just a few feet below me taking to the man who had just fucked me while I was sucking the cock of a man who was almost a stranger.

I put Ron out of my head and got back into teaching myself how to please a man with my oral skills. I suddenly heard Ron's voice outside the door, "This room Tom?"

Then Thomas' voice, "No Ron, the other side of the passageway. My eyes flicked over to the door, the handle was half turned and then suddenly sprang back up, there was a giggle from the other side of the door, there was a woman out there with Ron, Thomas was there as well, then Tom, Ron and the woman all went into the room opposite the one that I was in. Hearing the others in the passageway and almost having Ron walk in on us had done something to Hector, speeding his end game along and suddenly my mouth was flooded out with a bucket load of semen.

I checked my watch, it was almost three o'clock, my kids would be home in about forty minutes and I needed to get the smell of sex off of my body. I apologised for running out on Hector, and asked him to apologise to Thomas on my behalf, he was, after all, looking forward to another fuck before I had to go home for the kids until my father-in-law turned up. I dressed quickly and in accordance with my new reckless nature, I left the room without tucking my 'T-shirt' into the waistband of my jeans. In the passageway, I heard the woman's voice, she was whimpering, "Make him stop Thomas...please make him stop, he's too big for me!"

I put my ear to the door, I heard Ron grunt and the woman cried out in pain, "Thomas, please make him stop, his cock it too big for me to take!"

I gasped, I recognised the voice, it was Anna from my therapy group, the Anna that had told Patricia last Friday that she'd been to the club twice during the week and had scored sexually both times in the bedrooms that I'd just used and that she was at that very moment being screwed by my father-in-law.

Then, as if proof were needed, I heard Thomas say, "Anna, you've only got yourself to blame, you wanted free membership to the club and I told you that you would need to do me a few sexual favours...it's time to pay now!"

I walked away from the door but I had a lot to think about. I'd been in the Clarke family for almost twenty years, I'd been to hundreds of parties at Glebe Farm, I'd even taken turns at escorting Ron to important functions that his wife refused to go to, my sisters-in-law, Mary and Sarah, took the lion's share of the escorting because they loved the attention but about once a year, I had to get all dressed up like a tart to go with him. I'd seen him flirting with literally hundreds of women...women and girls...I'd been the recipient of his flirting more times than I could remember, I just ignored his advances every time, Ron's as well as his sons. They all seemed to be sex mad apart from John, he wasn't sex mad, he was just mad!

The thing that was exercising my mind at that moment though, wasn't the flirting but the fact that rumour had it that Ron was more successful than not when Anna, a very sexually experienced woman, wasn't able to take his cock without a great deal of pain.

As I climbed down the stairs to the club's entrance and the car park beyond, the picture I had in my mind was of my daughter Sarah when she was fourteen, I'd seen Ron flirting with her, that wasn't unusual, he'd flirted with her since she was about six years old but it was only in passing, he usually flirted with every one of his granddaughters in turn until he settled on one of the older party goers and focussed on them, often disappearing from the party for an hour or so with them before returning to start the process all over again. The time I was remembering now though was when Sarah had just turned fourteen, two years ago...Ron had flirted with several younger girls and he had settled on Sarah as his main target, I'd watched the game playing out for close to an hour as my daughter lapped up his attention until June called on me to help her in the kitchen and by the time I got back to the party with a tray of nibbles for the guests, Sarah and her grandfather were nowhere in sight.

I'd run straight up to Ron's bedroom and burst into the room, just hoping that I was in time to put a stop to...well, I could only guess.

In the darkened room, I had found two people fucking in Ron's massive bed, I stormed over to the bed and pulled the man off of the girl, it wasn't Ron and Sarah as I'd expected, it was Dan Clarke, a fifteen year old distant cousin from Leicester and Mandy Clarke, a year below Sarah at school and one of my nieces, so she was either a very young thirteen year old or one of the older twelve year olds...I'd have to check that later when I got home.

I still had that two year old image in my head when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was in the club's entrance lobby rather than in the casino area which confused me a little, I was sure that when I went up to the mezzanine floor, I was on the other side of the club, leaving the dance area and entering the casino, I must have been turned around when I was fucking Thomas or sucking Hector. I looked into the club, there were six men at the bar, some drinking and others waiting to be served, the barman was running up and down to serve everyone. I looked towards the gambling tables, there were three men playing at the roulette table and two playing poker, the two croupiers working the gaming tables were dressed like Burlesque Showgirls, both were wearing one piece costumes that were like French cut knickers, sewn into the bottom of a strapless basque...the only part of their bodies covered were their pussies, their abdomen and lower back and up their breasts to just above their nipples. There were three other women in the club, they were dressed exactly the same as the croupiers and they were sitting at three different tables, talking to customers of the club.

I'd only been truly sexually active for a few hours and already I was looking at the dozen or so men in the club and wondering how they would perform in bed!

I reluctantly left the club and as I crossed the car park, I remembered back to the day I'd caught Dan and Mandy in Ron's bed, I'd yanked Dan away from Mandy's body and as I pulled him away, I caught sight of his cock, he was buried deep into Mandy's body and as I pulled him away from her his cock just seemed to go on forever, it was quite thin but incredibly long. I apologised to them for disturbing them. I checked all of the other eleven bedrooms, I'd thought that the party guests had been leaving as the number of people in the party room had diminished while I was fetching the nibbles but I was wrong, all they'd done was relocated to the bedrooms, and not just two in each bed...Well, Junes bed, equally as massive as Ron's bed, was empty, no one would dare to get caught in Junes bedroom up to no good, June was a little like me, very straight laced!

I found up to five people in all of the other beds though, none of the men were married to the women that they were fucking apart from Brian Clarke, he was an uncle-in-law but much younger than my father-in-law, Brian was in the bedroom with his wife, Elizabeth, but he wasn't fucking her, he was naked, as naked as Elizabeth and the two men who were double banging her and as Brian watched his wife, he was slowly masturbating himself.

I have to say that day, two years ago, had been the very first time I'd been sexually turned on, and I'd felt so guilty that as I was searching the smaller room on the ground floor, I resolved not to say anything if I did see Sarah trying to do something wrong...whoever it was with.

I was in Ron's office when I spotted Sarah and Ron leaving the pool barn on the other side of the driveway into the farm, she was with Ron, but not her grandfather Ron, she was with one of her many Cousin Ron's, her Uncle Paul's eldest son, he was sixteen years old but so much taller than Sarah that he looked like a grownup next to her. Both Sarah and Ron had wet hair as they walked across the drive from the pool, holding hands.

I left the office by the outside door rather than going back into the house, I stopped Sarah with a sharp, "Sarah..." Then I thought about my decision not to chastise Sarah and I took a breath, "...have you seen your grandfather anywhere?"

Sarah looked over her shoulder towards the door from the pool barn, she just couldn't help herself, then she looked back at me, "No...sorry...I haven't seen him since grandma called you ages ago!"

I let Sarah and young Ron go back into the party while I returned to Ron's office. I just stood there for a full fifteen minutes and then I spotted my father-in-law walking out of the pool barn with his arm over Samantha's shoulder, Samantha wasn't a family member...well, not yet, Samantha was my brother-in-law, Simon's, girlfriend of the moment and they could well end up marrying each other one day.

I'd now reached the next crossroad on Glebe Road, to the left were a cluster of office buildings, serving all sorts of small businesses and to the right was Glebe Dairy, that road was actually called Dairy Lane and ran fifty yards to the actual Dairy buildings and milking sheds on the right hand side of the road and the house that my brother-in-law Paul lived in with his family as Paul was the dairyman. I'd just stepped out from the side of the last building before Dairy Lane when I spotted my daughter Sarah and my previous bravery disappeared...I stepped back so that the corner of the office block hid me from Sarah as I tucked my 'T-shirt' into the waistband of my jeans and as I did that, I was peaking around the corner, I suddenly realised that Sarah wasn't alone, her cousin Ron was with her, he had kicked a ball into the garden of his house and then he rejoined Sarah and took a hold of her hand, then they kissed and continued to the house.

I checked my watch, Sarah never got home before five o'clock after school, even though her year group left school for home at three o'clock and here it was, twenty past three and she was going into her Uncle Paul's house with her Cousin Ron, instead of going straight home.

I changed my mind, instead of walking down Glebe Road to the farm house and then taking the footpath to my house, I walked down to the dairy. As I walked between the dairy and Paul's house, I heard Sarah shriek, Uncle Paul, your hands are too cold!"

I looked through the living room window and saw Sarah running from the room to the stairs with my brother-in-law Paul in hot pursuit...I wouldn't have thought anything of that scene apart from the fact that Sarah was topless, her Cousin Ron was totally naked and her Uncle Paul was trouser less and he was trying to grab her as he chased after her.

I stopped momentarily and then I heard Sarah shriek again but this time, the shriek came from the front bedroom window and that shriek was followed by, 'Huh...huh...huh...huh...' from Sarah and young Ron was complaining, "Dad, I was supposed to fuck her first today, you went first last Friday!"

I turned onto the next footpath leading to my house and then I spotted my other daughter Dawn walking with her Cousin Rebecca, Rebecca was two years younger than Dawn and so I'd never seen them socialising outside of family gatherings, Rebecca was in Peter's class at school but I'd never heard him talking about her, she was another of my Brother-in-law Paul's children and running up behind Dawn and Rebecca were two of the local boys, James Cooper and Alan Whitehead, they caught up with the girls just at the end of the footpath that I was on. No one saw me, they were too interested in each other...well, the boys were a little older than Dawn, they were both interested in Dawn, Rebecca just walked on ahead to her house, leaving Dawn, James and Alan to follow on after her.

I almost ran home from Paul's house and I got there just before Peter got home from school, it took me a few minutes to change my knickers and jeans, I'd taken such a cunt full of Thomas' spunk that it had soaked through the gusset of my knickers and my jeans as well, there were three thick pads of cotton between my legs but the tide mark was clearly visible from the outside.

I ran for the little bathroom at the back of my utility room behind the kitchen and I looked at my face in the mirror, I'd seen that look on countless women and girl's faces at Ron's parties, it was the look of a well fucked women...mind you, the look of sexual satisfaction on my face was nowhere close the depth I usually saw on the faces of the women returning to the parties after going missing with Ron for an hour...Ron must be a far better fucker that Thomas was and Thomas was pretty fucking good. I thought, 'Perhaps the next time Ron or one of my brother's-in-law tries to get me on my own, perhaps I should go and see what it's all about!'

As I was changing my jeans and knickers, things kept running through my head, what was Sarah up to in Paul's house, it was something sexual, Ron was totally naked, Sarah was topless and Paul had no trousers or underpants on and Sarah had run for Paul's bedroom as I watched through the living room window. And what about James and Alan, Rebecca was two years younger than them so were they there to play with Rebecca or were they there for Dawn...would it even turn into a bacchanalian orgy with all three girls and four guys in bed together.

I reached the kitchen sink just as Peter walked in through the back door, I was congratulating myself on managing to hide my afternoon's sexual indiscretions from my son, then I was forced to look at him, he'd walked in through the back door and just stopped there looking at me, I checked that everything was okay and looked back to the sink for less than a second and looked back at Peter again, his school trousers, clean on that morning, had very white stains all over the front, I exploded and shouted at him, and then I realised that what I was looking at were spunk stains, hopefully his own spunk. I told him to go up to his bedroom and get changed.

I knew that Peter had started masturbating, I'd heard him doing it several times in his bedroom, I'd even seen mild pornography books in his bedroom but I had assumed that he was dry climaxing because there were never any tissues or wet towels in his bedroom so I'd just exploded all over him and it could be that he's just had his first ever wet climax earlier in the day so I calmed myself down but not before I'd made him take his trousers off there and then, as he took his trousers off, I realised that his cock had sprung to attention but I didn't let on that I'd seen it.

Peter was heading up to his room when the phone rang, Peter answered it and he called out, "Mum, that was an automated message from the pharmacy in the precinct, it said that your prescription is ready to collect."

I swore, "Damned it to hell, I've only just got home from there, Peter, be a love and pop over to the precinct for me and pick it up, take my bike and your backpack please!"

Peter handed me his shirt, I'd already started the coloureds wash with his trousers in it, the shirt would have to wait until I'd collected a few more whites and lights.

As soon as William left the house, I collected the rubbish bin from the living room, a new box of man-sized tissues from the store cupboard and took them to Peter's bedroom, if he had actually started spurting, I'd rather he used a tissue to clean the mess than his bed sheets.

I have to admit that I'd been rushing about rather a lot and put my uncomfortably hot body down to that and expected that I'd feel a little cooler once I'd relaxed. It took Peter thirty minutes to get to the pharmacy and back and after thirty minutes, I was actually feeling hotter, rather than cooler and that fact was confusing me.

I almost snatched my new medicine out of my sin's hand, I tore open the box and picked out the first patch, opened it and then I pulled my 'T-shirt' out of the waistband of my jeans and slapped the patch in the middle of my lower back, directly over my spine...it was like taking a thousand volt shock as the patch delivered its cargo of drugs and hormones through my skin, a more powerful reaction than I'd expected, my previous patch always tingled when I first applied it and my doctor had told me that the new patch was about the strongest on the market and I was warned by Doctor McGreggor that it would take my body a little time to get used to the stronger dosage.

It took several minutes for a message to make it through the fog in my head, that message was, 'NOTE TO SELF:- Remember to take the first patch off before putting the new patch on!' Things were running very much in slow motion as I realised that the message had been delayed and that I'd just stuck the new patch right next to the one I'd put on my lower back just four hours ago. I moved as fast as I could, taking the old patch off and carefully placing it in the rubbish bin.

I'd thought that I felt hot before, it was difficult to gauge an imagined feeling of being hot but if I had to try, I'd say that since I started the HRT treatment my body had been on a low simmer and when I put the patch on at the club, the slow simmer turned into a broil and now, it felt like a volcano in my body but if I put a thermometer in my mouth, I knew that it would register as thirty seven point two degrees Centigrade...perfectly normal.

I suddenly understood just what the other ladies at the therapy group had been talking about during our therapy sessions...I'd only had one real orgasm in my life and that was just a few hours ago and now I wanted that feeling again, I was officially 'Turned on'...I found myself moving the bowl of potatoes that I was peeling to the end of the work surface and angling myself across the corner of the counter top, I was actually humping my cunt against the sharp corner as I peeled the potatoes while Peter sat doing his homework at the kitchen table. I gave myself an orgasm and realised that I'd made a noise, I pulled my body away from the counter and I turned my back to it, so now I was facing Peter, he had a shocked look on his face, he was looking from my breasts to my crotch, I looked down my body and saw that my nipples were standing out more than ever before while wearing a bra, then I looked further down, there was wet staining the crotch of my jeans again but this time, I couldn't blame Thomas' spunk for wetting my trousers, it was all down to me.

I should have been embarrassed but I wasn't in the slightest, I'd had a need and I'd just satisfied that need. I realised that for the first time ever, my son was looking at me like most men, he'd suddenly turned from a twelve year old boy, only interested in football to a twelve year old man and he was looking at me as if I were a potential sexual partner, his eyes never once looked at my face, his eyes were flicking from my tits to my crotch, I actually moved slightly and saw for the first time in my life that my son was sporting an erection, pushing the front of his joggers away from his lap. I wondered if my actions of a few moments earlier would feature in my son's masturbatory pleasure later and I was glad that I'd put a box of tissues and a bin in his bedroom.

I realised that more than just repositioning myself so that I could see his lap, I was actually shuffling in closer to him, I was actually wondering how Peter's cock had changed since the last time I'd seen his cock erect when he was about six years old. I hadn't thought beyond the next footstep but fortunately Dawn and Sarah chose that moment to walk into the kitchen.

Sarah picked up my new box of drugs and asked me what 'Elleste Duet Conti' was so I told her that it was my new HRT treatment.

Sarah's comment was only, "I do hope that they work this time mum...for all our sakes!"

I went back to preparing the dinner but was careful to keep away from the sharp corner of the counter top.

I heard the beeping on the washing machine telling me that the machine had finished washing the darks. I asked Peter to go and ask his sisters for any light clothes that needed washing along with his school shirt.

As soon as I realised that Peter wasn't doing his usual quick, stand at the foot of the stairs and shout up to his sisters but was actually going up to them, I took the opportunity to run for the shower room at the back of the kitchen to dry myself between my legs and get changed into something much cooler...as I didn't own any lightweight summer clothes, I picked one of Sarah's summer dresses, even though it was a little small on me, the dress was designed to be loose fitting and voluminous...it wasn't so on me though!

I'd even divested myself of my bra and knickers, just to make myself a little more comfortable and feel a little cooler.

I checked what I looked like in the bathroom mirror, I really wasn't used to wearing a dress like this...I wore one about twice a year, in my father-in-law's business, he had to attend a great number of official functions that expected men to go with their partners but June steadfast refused to go with him to any of them so, having no actual daughters, Ron called on his son's wives to take June's place on his arm. Sarah, the sister-in-law that I named my eldest daughter after loved going with Ron and she took the lion's share, Mary, my other sister-in-law didn't mind going with Ron but would only do it two or three times a year so I only had to take up the strain infrequently. I actually did like going out with Ron, even though the dresses he provided me with couldn't be worn with any underwear beneath, it always felt to me like I was totally naked as I walked into a function with him and loved the fact that he was always very attentive to me, he flirted with me a lot and his friends also flirted with me, all I needed to do was remember not to react in the wrong way with any of them, appreciate their attention and comments but not to encourage them to go further than just flirting.

When Peter returned with his sister's dirty clothes and sat back at the table to finish his homework, I was aware that his eyes were constantly on me, watching the way my body moved under my borrowed dress. I even found myself swishing my bottom more than was needed, I was flirting a little with my twelve year old son, if I'd have wiggled my bum in front of my father-in-law or his friends like that, they would have ripped my dress off of my body and fucked me!

When I was ready to dish up the dinner, I asked Peter to tell his sisters that dinner was ready.

Sarah looked around the kitchen and said, "Aren't we going to wait for dad to get home before we start?"

I had to tell her that her father had gone to the south coast with his mother for a few days. I thought, 'Well, that wasn't the reaction I'd expected...' Sarah didn't look how I'd expected her to look, she actually looked really excited rather than disappointed that her father would be away for a few days.

I chose a different seat at the kitchen table to my usual one, I'd notices a slight, cooling breeze, from the open back door so I chose a seat close to the door and when I sat down to eat, I turned myself slightly and parted my knees so that the light breeze blew up under the bottom hem of my borrowed dress.

Sarah cleared her throat and told me that she could see my knickers, as soon as she said that, Peter twisted in his seat and looked under the table to see my knickers as well, I thought, 'Ha...you'll be unlucky mate, I'm not wearing any knickers.'

It took me a few seconds to put my knife and fork down and push my seat far enough back to stand up and let my hem fall back into place, I asked Sarah to adjust the shoulder straps of the dress so that the bottom hem lowered as far as it could without too much of my breasts being on display.

Peter watched the adjustment like a hawk, I could actually see the erection in his trousers as the tops of my areola popped into view momentarily until Sarah pulled the front of my dress up a little until my areola were both hidden from view again.

Sarah bolted her dinner down far faster than usual and she still had a mouth full of food when she asked if she could leave the table, I said that it was okay and she took her plate to the sink and almost ran out of the house. Peter followed his sister out of the house, just a few seconds later.

Dawn looked a little bewildered at suddenly finding herself alone with me eating our dinners.

I went from the kitchen table to my favourite seat on the three seat sofa in the living room, Dawn chose one of the comfortable seats and sat with a book about a band of terrorists called the 'West End Boys' and the efforts that the American special forces took to close their group down by force, she turned in her seat and dangled her legs over the arm of the seat, I instantly spotted that Dawn was dressed exactly the same as I was, no bra...but then she didn't really need to wear one and no knickers on. In my mind I was telling Dawn to pull the front of her dress down to cover her pussy but it dawned on me that I had said nothing, I just sat there staring at my fourteen year old daughter's bushy pussy mound for two hours.

When Peter came home, his eyes went straight to Dawn's pussy, he almost walked into the coffee table he was so distracted by seeing her naked pussy, Dawn didn't even look up from her book, she just reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it down, pushing the front between her legs to trap it in place without once acknowledging her brother's presence.

Peter sat on the sofa with me, he sat on the other end of the sofa leaving a space between us, I was feeling a little cuddly so I reached over and Pulled Peter against my side and said "Come and give your mum a cuddle!" but no sounds came out, Peter pivoted on his bottom and his cheek crashed into the side of my breast.

I sat there for ages stroking my son's head, holding his face tight against the side of my breast until the phone rang. It kind of broke the spell, I jumped off of the sofa and picked the phone up, the caller was Mrs Appleton and she was worried that her daughter, Amy, still wasn't home from school at almost nine o'clock, I asked Dawn if she had any ideas, Dawn said that Amy was only in school for thirty minutes so had been missing for almost twelve hours...I passed that information on to Amy's mother and hung up.

Dawn was very casual about the news of her friend being missing and she turned the page of her book, placed the book mark in the new page and closed her book before saying that she needed to just pop out for a few minutes to and see if one of hers and Amy's mutual friends had any idea where Amy was.

I wasn't happy that Dawn wanted to go out so late at night, especially when it was a school day tomorrow but said that she could go, if she took Peter with her and was sure to be back home before bed time.

I was left alone for almost forty-five minutes and then, at nine thirty, Sarah arrived home first, closely followed by Dawn and then Peter, Sarah came straight over to me and announced that she was going straight to bed, even though, at sixteen years old, I allowed her to stay up until ten o'clock on a school night. Sarah leaned over me as I lounged on the sofa, I was expecting her usual peck of a goodnight kiss on my cheek but, instead, it was a long kiss, square on my lips and as she broke the kiss, she whispered, "I hope you have fun tonight mum!"

Dawn came over to me next, as it was nine thirty, it was actually her bedtime so I was expecting her to go straight to bed, she kissed me the same way that Sarah had and then went to the stairs to join Sarah as she waited at the foot of the stairs and then Peter came over to me, as he walked towards me I could see that he was staring between my legs again, his eyes almost out on stalks...much like the stalk that was pushing the front of his trousers yet again. Because of the way that I was lounging on the sofa, there may have been a little more of my pussy on display then was entirely decent so I could understand why his eyes and cock were focussing on my pussy.

Peter made to give me my goodnight kiss on my cheek the way he had done over four thousand times in his life so far but I'd just had two lovely long kisses from my daughters and along with Thomas' and Hector's kisses earlier, I'd decided that I loved being kissed on my lips so I turned my face into his and pulled him hard against me. Peter lost his balance a little and his right hand shot out to steady himself, straight on my left breast, the palm of his hand was on my breast through the thin material of my dress but his extra weight had pulled the front of my dress down, exposing my left breast. I didn't make a fuss about it, I just continued the kiss and left things as they were until Peter finally pulled himself away from me, as he backed away he saw how much of my breast his hand had exposed before I could pull the front of my dress back up. I was looking at Peter's erection as I pulled the front of my dress back up, I saw his cock bounce in his trousers and a little circle of pre-cum darkening the front of his trousers above the tip of his cock and I thought, 'Well, that's another pair of trousers that I'll have to wash tomorrow!' And then another thought, 'I wonder if he'll be using the image of my left breast or my pussy when he masturbates himself when he gets to bed.'

I heard the kids moving about as they did the usual, toilet, wash, changing for bed, prevaricating to remain awake as long as possible before I'd be forced to go up to them and remind them that it was time to go to sleep, I'd usually leave it twenty minutes before going up and telling them to go to sleep but tonight, there was just ten minutes and all sounds from the bedrooms stopped and silence fell across the house.

I started to replay my new sex life, Last Friday I'd had my first nibble of what sexual possibilities there were around for a forty year old woman, I'd masturbated a man for the first time, I'd been almost totally naked in the back seat of a posh car for the first time, I'd had a stranger's cock in my pussy for the first time, even if all I got was just the head in me, I'd had a man ejaculate on my body for the first time and then today, I'd let a man other than my husband fuck me for the first time and I'd sucked a cock for the first time...I looked down at my right hand...as I'd been watching the mental images of Thomas and Hector fucking me, I had started masturbating myself without even realising that I was doing it, and thought, 'Wow, another first, the first time I've masturbated myself.' I was just as wet at that moment as I'd been earlier in the day with a pussy full of Thomas' cum.

I was just at the point that my breathing started to get heavier and the river of pleasure was flowing through my body when there was a sound from the kitchen and realised that I hadn't checked that the back door was locked after the kids came home, they had no concept of safety, little understanding that living so far away from our nearest neighbour made us a potential target for criminals...we'd had lots of property stolen in the past but there was always a potential that we could suffer a home invasion as well, especially if we left ourselves vulnerable by leaving the back door unlocked.

I jumped out of my seat and started for the kitchen, my heart was pounding in my chest, 'Home invaders often rape all the women in the house!' went through my head and I felt a little spurt of excitement leave my pussy and trickle down my inner thigh as I rushed to meet the criminal home invader. I don't know if I was disappointed or frustrated when my brother-in-law Ron walked through the door from the kitchen.

I said, "John's away with..."

That was all I managed before Ron grabbed me around the waist and pulled my body into his...I was well used to all the male members of my husband's family flirting with me, it was usually verbal and the occasional 'Accidental' touch, the worst flirting always took place on the dance floor at a party when every dance turned into a grind, the men rubbing their cocks against my belly through our clothes but this was an attack on a different scale, I tried to push him away but he was stronger, much stronger than me, his lips found mine and as he kissed me, I stopped trying to push him away and started pounding my fists against his chest.

He forced his tongue into my mouth and my brain said, 'Why are you fighting him...you love kissing, you've already admitted that to yourself that you love kissing and you love passionate kissing most of all!'

My fists slowed their pounding on his chest as his tongue finally invaded my mouth, we swapped places and as my own tongue slipped into Ron's mouth, my arms dropped to my sides and I relaxed into the kiss for a few seconds, as soon as he realised that I'd stopped fighting him off, he released his grip around my waist and his hands both reached up for my shoulder straps and he eased them off of my shoulders. My dress didn't fall at first, our bodies were pressing together trapping my dress in place, Ron started moving, wriggling from side to side, allowing my dress to fall to the floor and then he backed me off towards the sofa, he lowered me into my usual seat and then he stood in front of me looking at my naked body.

I looked down my body. I was totally naked and he was fully dressed but not for long, as he stood looking at me, he dropped his trousers and underpants, his cock bounced into view...'God!' I exclaimed to myself, I'd thought that Thomas had a reasonably big cock but Ron's cock was massive, I wondered if his cock was reflective of his father's cock that had given Anna so much pain earlier at the club. It definitely crossed my mind that Ron's cock would never fit in my body, Thomas had mentioned earlier just how tight my cunt was around his cock.

Ron pulled his trousers off of his feet and fished a little pot out of his trouser pocket, throwing his trousers over the arm of the sofa. I felt the level of excitement in my body grow at the prospect of feeling that monster of a cock in my body...even if it wouldn't fit in me, I was sure that I'd have fun trying to make it fit.

Ron smiled down at me as he buttered his cock with the lubricant, then he knelt in front of me and hooked his arms under my knees and he pulled me down in the seat until the small of my back was on the front edge of the seat cushion and my shoulders barely touching the back cushion.

He backed away a little and then his head went between my thighs, he put his hands behind my knees and lifted both legs and pushed them as wide apart as he could to maximise his access to my pussy, he told me to hold my legs in that position myself. I gasped in pleasure as Ron used his mouth to get me off and all the time, he was massaging more and more of the lubricant into his cock, getting himself ready to fuck me. I'd reached pleasure overload within seconds and tried to push Ron's mouth away from my cunt but he used his greater strength and weight to keep his mouth in contact with my pussy, I got over the hump and stopped pushing him away and started to pull his head harder into my crotch, greedily trying to get even more pleasure out of Ron's mouth.

I had twenty minutes of pleasure from his mouth and then Rom escaped my clutches and started knee walking closer to me, kissing his way up my body as his cock closed in on my cunt.

When his mouth reached my breasts and he was nipping and nibbling at my nipples, the head of his cock had reached my labia and was gently brushing up and down in time with his heartbeat as extra blood was pumped into his cock. He kissed above my nipple and the head of his cock entered my cunt, I gasped in pain...there was only a half an inch of his cock in my body and I was being stretched wide already.

He stopped kissing me and looked at my face, "If I'm already hurting you...perhaps I should stop now...just let you masturbate me!"

I whispered back, "No! For God's sake don't stop now!"

Ron straightened my left leg, pushing my left foot past his right hip and then, he lifted my right leg hooked it over his left shoulder before kissing up my chest to my mouth but he had bent his back so that even though he'd moved further up my body by nine inches, his cock had remained in place with just a half an inch of its head engaged in my pussy.

He took his lips off of mine and whispered, "Are you sure?"

I nodded my head, his lips covered mine again and he suddenly reversed the bend in his back, forming it into an arch and firing his cock all the way into my cunt in less than a second, even though my mouth was clamped firmly against Ron's, the scream that the sudden pain had caused me got out into the room. Ron started bucking his hips into me, he was fucking at extra high speed, I reached an instant orgasm even through the tremendous pain I was suffering, I'd made so much noise as Ron broke into my body that I looked up towards the bedrooms and as I shook through my orgasm, my head whipping from side to side, each time my eyes looked towards the bedrooms, I thought I could see movement but I was sure that it was all in my imagination.

Ron suddenly pulled his cock out of me and dropped my legs down from his shoulders, "Come on, let's go to your bedroom so I can fuck you properly!"

I told him that we couldn't use my bedroom, because the kids might hear us!

Ron looked more than a little pissed off with me for refusing to take him to my bed, he shuffled away from me on his knees and said, "Oh, okay then, perhaps I'd better go home now if you're worried about waking the kids!"

I flew into a state of panic and just blurted out, "Don't go home, we can use John's room, that's too far away from the kids for them to hear us."

Ron stood up and pulled me to my feet and suddenly I realised that I had seen movement earlier, now that I was standing up, I could see that one of the kids was sitting on the floor of the passageway leading from the left side of the house, where our four bedrooms were and over to the right hand side where the two spare bedrooms and John's bedroom were.

I stopped suddenly and gasped, "Oh God..." almost as a silent whisper.

Ron pulled me towards the stairs again, he looked over his shoulder at me and whispered, "Don't worry about being watched...Sarah was the one who told me that you were ready to have sex with someone...anyone...and she thought that it may as well be me to start you off, after all I've been hunting for your pussy for twenty years and Peter is being taught by Paul's daughter Rebecca to get him ready to have sex! And Dawn will know why they all had to rush straight to bed a soon as they got home."

As Ron was whispering to me, I was shocked to see Sarah stand up, she was totally naked...but that wasn't unusual, and then I got an even bigger shock as Sarah pulled Peter to his feet, he was as naked as his sister...now that was a real surprise, Peter hadn't been naked in a public part of the house since he was six years old. I only got a fleeting glance of Peter's erect cock before they both ran towards their bedrooms but long enough to see that he had definitely grown up a lot in the last few years. Two days ago...I would have exploded if someone had told me that my sixteen year old daughter had set me up with a man for sex and there would have been an even more powerful explosion if I'd been told that Peter was being groomed by one of his cousins for sex but today...all that went through my head was, 'Oh...well, that's okay then!'

As Ron pulled me up the stairs I said, "Is Sarah already sexually active?"

Ron didn't stop, he just nodded his head.

I took the next two steps and then I said, "Have you ever had sex with Sarah?"

Ron nodded his head again but then he stopped two steps above me and looked back at me, "Sarah has been having sex with me since her fourteenth birthday party, she loves my big cock!"

Ron then looked down at his cock, it was pointing straight at my nose, he reached for the back of my head and pulled my face closer as he bent his knees slightly and pushed his cock into my mouth, it was a stretch but I managed to get four inches of his cock into my mouth...as I sucked his cock I thought, 'I searched for Sarah at her fourteenth birthday party and eventually found her with Paul's son Ron so I didn't think anything of it. I pulled my mouth off of Ron's cock, "When did you do her?"

"I was in the pool barn with dad, he arranged for Paul's son Ron to break her hymen, then dad fucked her using young Ron's spunk as a lubricant and I followed dad, she didn't even bat an eyelid, she took all three of us in less than an hour."

I'd returned to his cock and sucked it for a little longer, trying to remember what Hector had told me that he liked when his cock was being sucked but I couldn't do many of those things with Ron as his cock was so massive.

After Ron had finished telling me about breaking Sarah in, I pulled my mouth off of his cock again, "What about Dawn, is she sexually active?" 'After all, Dawn had her fourteenth birthday party at the farm just a few months ago!' went through my mind.

He shook his head and pulled my mouth back to his cock, I was feeling more and more comfortable taking Ron's massive cock into my mouth, "No, Dawn didn't want to have sex with anyone at her birthday party, Sarah and the rest of her cousins have been trying to get her into it, she's happy to suck cocks and wank people off, she's just started letting boys finger her pussy, so it won't be long now before she takes the first cock up her cunt!"

He backed away from me, pulling his cock out of my mouth and he pulled me behind him again and took me to my husband's bedroom to start fucking me all over again.

Ron started out just fucking me in the missionary position, he had his first orgasm and flooded my body out, he'd fucked me for thirty minutes solid and as I lay there basking in the afterglow of twenty-nine minutes and thirty second long orgasm, I realised that my head was clearer now than it had been for months and the feeling of being overheated had gone, even though I was sweating like a pig, proving that I should have been feeling hot at that time but I just wasn't. Ron's cock was still in my cunt as he panted down from his orgasm when the house phone rang, I looked at the clock, it was probably John, ringing to wish the kids a good night, but even without Sarah's Machiavellian plot to go to bed thirty minutes earlier than usual, John was thirty minutes later in ringing than her usual bed time.

I held my finger to my lips and shushed Ron as I picked the telephone handset up from John's bedside telephone and said, "Hello!"

I listened to the caller, it was John and he opened the call with, "Are the kids in bed yet?"

"Oh hi John...yes, it's way past even Sarah's bedtime!"

John explained that he'd tried to call earlier in the evening but there was no cell phone reception in the area and he'd had to drive into Weymouth to find one of the few public telephone boxes that still worked to make the call.

As soon as Ron realised that I was talking to my husband, his cock stopped shrinking and started to grow all over again, as his cock filled me, I groaned with pleasure and then I almost purred as Ron started fucking me slowly, John said, "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That noise!"

I gasped as Ron stabbed me hard with his cock, then I cleared my throat and lied, "I'm watching a film on the TV!"

I covered the mouthpiece of the phone with my hand as Ron hit me hard again, causing a resounding slap as his hips hit mine, John was now explaining that the storm had brought a chimney pot down and that had smashed six roof tiles, John was going to go up on the roof and cement a new pot on the chimney and he was going to replace the broken tiles but he had to wait until Wednesday for the hire company to deliver a tower scaffold and crawler ladders for him to use to work safely on the roof...I let go of the mouthpiece to wish my husband a good night and then hung up the phone, just as Ron reached his second climax and his second orgasm came far quicker than the first.

Ron talked me into going with him down to the kitchen in the nude to get a drink of wine, the first time I'd ever walked around the house in the nude...even when totally alone in the house, I was always dressed, even if it was like this evening, wearing just a dress that was much too small for me and didn't really hide much from anyone.

We started drinking our wine in the kitchen, my inner radar scanning for sounds from above...just in case one of the kids got up to use the toilet or anything. I was just standing leaning my bum against the counter top, I was looking at Ron's body, and he was looking at me like a hawk with his bottom pressing against the kitchen table. Ron was only two years older than John but their bodies couldn't have been more different. Ron was taller by a good six inches, he had a chest full of bushy hair while John had no hair on his body at all apart from thinning hair on his head and hairs on his pubic mound, and I only knew that because I'd felt those hairs pressing against my belly on the few occasions that he fucked me.

I couldn't really make a good comparison about their cocks, in over twenty years I'd never seen my husband's cock once but I'd felt him in my body and I was sure that Ron's flaccid cock was longer and fatter than my husband's cock when he was fully erect. I had a sudden thought, 'It's a bloody good job that John isn't interested in having sex with me anymore because I would never have felt him entering my cunt, not after having Ron's monster cock in me and John would have felt how stretched my cunt was now.'

Ron pushed himself away from the table and stood upright, I watched in amazement as his cock started to wake up, it had taken him thirty minutes to reach his orgasm in my bedroom the first time, then he'd given me a quick ten minute fuck and he was already starting to get hard again after just a twenty minute break...my smile grew in sync with his growing cock.

He said, "Right, are you ready to go again?"

I put my glass down and nodded my head enthusiastically.

I moved to my right, towards the living room and the stairs up to the bedrooms but Ron moved to his right, away from the living room. I said, "Where are you going?"

Ron said, "I fancy fucking you outside!"

I stuttered, "We can't go outside...we're not dressed!"

He laughed at me, "Getting dressed would defeat the point of fucking out in the fresh air..."

I bit the inside of my mouth, I was really very reluctant to go outside with Ron in the nude and even less inclined to let him fuck me out there. He put his hands on his hips, he was now fully hard but his smile was nowhere in sight now as he said, "I want to fuck outside and if I have to get dressed, I may as well go home, my wife Mary will be happy to let me fuck her outside...even Paul's wife Sarah would be happy for me to fuck her outside!"

I parted my teeth and released my cheek, in a split second I rationalised that I'd been almost naked in Thomas' car on Friday in broad daylight, we'd even been seen by Hector as he drove past us in Thomas' car, just as Thomas was inserting his cock into me and that had turned out all right in the end so I took Ron's hand and let him guide me out of the house, pausing at the back door to put shoes on.

I had expected a simple knee trembler up against the back wall of the house but that wasn't what Ron had in his mind, as he pulled me towards the back gate and the series of footpaths beyond, I quickly reassessed the situation, that little voice inside my head, the superego, that part of my brain that keeps a controlling hand on impulsive acts suddenly chirped up, 'It's gone ten thirty, even the local pub will be closed by now, no one will be out and about to see you!'. In just ten paces, I'd convinced myself that I was totally safe going out of the house naked. As the garden gate closed behind me there was a nagging thought at the back of my mind, just a simple phrase, Voluptatem doesn't close for another five hours!' the phrase was repeating every few steps as I was being pulled along by Ron out on the footpaths. We walked almost half a mile out into the country and stopped just short of the main road between our town and Northampton.

We'd walked straight past Paul's house, crossed the lane from the dairy to the main farm and we'd gone straight across, so now we were on the footpath that ran between the Glebe Farm Industrial Estate and the car park and picnic area of our small country park.

The point that Ron stopped was determined by a car leaving Northampton and heading north towards Kettering, the main beam from the car lit up a small tree at the side of the path and it was at that tree that Ron stopped and turned towards me. I felt for his cock in the darkness and was surprised to find that he was still rock hard even after walking for half a mile. We kissed each other for a few minutes and suddenly we were both lit up by another passing car...fortunately, at that time of the night, there were very few cars leaving Northampton in our direction.

Ron suddenly stopped kissing me and he turned me to face away from him, he told me to hold onto the tree as he pushed against my shoulder with one hand as he pulled my stomach back with the other and when I was in the position that he wanted me to be in, he told me to spread my legs a little more. As my legs parted, he used the thumb and third finger of his right hand to part my bum cheeks and his index finger was pressing against my anal muscle.

I pushed myself away from the tree and turned to face him again just as yet another car left Northampton, my body suddenly illuminated by the side-wash from the car's headlights, I had my hands on my hips as I said, "What were you planning there mister?"

He chuckled, "I was just testing to see if my brother has taught you how to take his cock up your bum...it is part of our Greek heritage after all!"

"Your brother doesn't have any interest in normal sex...he wouldn't dream of doing anything like that with me!"

"I guessed as much...our dad thinks that John is suffering from low testosterone, it explains why he's the only man in the family to have a hairless body and is always so damned calm about everything!"

I let my stance soften and suddenly Ron's body was lit up, a light coming from behind me through the hedgerow at between the footpath and the country park. I turned quickly and saw a car had stopped just the other side of the hedgerow and a giggling woman climbed out of the front passenger seat, in the darkness I couldn't see who the woman was but when she spoke to the driver as he climbed out of his side of the car, I recognised her voice, it was Patricia from the monthly HRT counselling sessions, she said, "I'm feeling very guilty about this Brian, it's not just committing adultery but your wife is one of my best friends!"

Brian answered, "And where do you think Anna is right now?"

Pat replied, "She told me that she was going to a birthday party!"

Brian laughed as he said, "Well, she isn't, unless the birthday party is taking place in one of the bedrooms of that damned Voluptatem club over there! And she left me at home with her bloody mother again so I fucked off down the Three Feathers and left the old cow on her own...where does Bill think you are?"

I imagined that Brian was pointing through me and Ron to the Voluptatem club on the other side of the path that we were standing on.

Pat was now opening the rear door of the car and she stood for a moment, it was almost as if she was contemplating whether to tell the truth or a lie, I heard a deep sigh and then, "I was so bloody horny that, for the first time in my life, I asked him for an early night, he knows how I've been recently and he told me to go up and he'd come to bed later...so, we had a blazing row and I stormed out of the house, so he has no idea where I am, no idea and even less interest...so I went to the Three Feathers and bumped into you!"

Brian laughed again, "I'm really glad that you did...Anna hasn't been interested in me since that bloody club opened! What really pisses me off though was, after just getting used to having sex two or three times a day for so many months, it was really frustrating to be cut off dead like that!"

Brian was now at the back door on his side of the car opening it as Pat said, "I wish Bill was so enthusiastic about sex, he just seems to see it as an onerous chore, I was lucky to get him to screw me once a week, I ended up masturbating myself at least twice a day for the past year!"

Pat and Brian both slipped into the back seat of the car and within seconds, the car was rocking as the two of them struggled to get undressed in the dark, confined space, in the back of the car.

As Ron pushed me back into position to receive boarders, a fourth car was leaving Northampton travelling in our direction, this car wasn't trying to break the sound barrier as it drove along the main road and because it was driving so slowly, it's lights lit the scene up for longer, I could clearly see a very naked Patricia with her back to me, she was straddling Brian's lap and bouncing up and down on top of him. I also spotted why the conversation outside the car had gone on for so long, it wasn't procrastination but Brian...he'd folded the backs of the front seats forward as low as they could go and rolled both seats as far forward too, to give them the most space in the back of his car as possible and coincidentally it gave me the best possible view of what they were doing together.

Ron pushed my legs further apart and bent his knees, then he shuffled forward and plugged his cock into my pussy before straightening his legs and lifting me up off of my feet, all of my weight pressing down on his cock as he rocked, just small movements but because of the pressure, I was soon climaxing.

My world suddenly took on a different hue, the silver glow from the slow moving car's headlights turned to amber...the driver was obviously looking out for something at the side of the road and, having seen what he was looking for, had now turned his left indicator on to pull over. I wondered if it was me and Ron fucking that he'd been looking for, or even if he'd just seen us in passing and was now slowing to a stop but he'd driven a few hundred more yards before turning off the road and I suddenly realised exactly where the driver of the other car was going, he was turning into the picnic area's car park. I saw the headlights sweep into the car park, lighting up a few picnic tables and then the lights were turned off but the car didn't stop, I could hear the engine sounds coming closer. The car stopped behind Brian's car.

As Ron fucked me, I had to hold back my verbalising because the driver of the new car was walking towards me, he was only a few feet away when he stopped to look into the back of Brian's car. Ron let my feet touch the floor again and now he was fucking me with longer, deeper thrusts, making it even harder to keep my noise in check. But it did make it easier for him to reach around my body to play with my tits as he fucked me which was really nice.

There was a tap...tap...tap of something metal, like a car key on something glass, like the glass window in the rear nearside door of a Vauxhall Insignia car. I heard the whirr of a motor opening a window and also the sound of Patricia's orgasm, followed by Brian's voice, "Don't worry, he won't do anything that you don't want him to do."

There was another period of almost silence apart from the sounds Patricia was making as she was being fucked by Brian when Pat's voice came over my heavy breathing, "Brian, if you're going in that hole...you have to be a whole lot more gentle than that!"

A fourth car drove north a second later, it was just crossing through warp factor five as its headlights caused a quick flash of bright blue light from its xenon headlights...I looked up at the moment of the flash, Patricia was kneeling on the back seat, her head out of the open window of the car and she was sucking on the stranger's cock while Brian fucked her from behind in the doggy position...judging by the Brian's hard thrusts, he wasn't in that hole that Ron had tested before he stuck his cock up my pussy again.

Ron reached his third orgasm of the evening and as we started to leave the fucking-tree, I heard the sound of a powerful car heading for Kettering and looked over my shoulder as the scene in the car park was illuminated once again.

It was just a quick flash, Brian was sitting in the rear seat on the offside of the car, Patricia was on her knees sucking Brian's cock and her bum was up against the open window on the nearside of the car and the stranger was actually fucking her through the open window.

We got home just before midnight and finished off the wine that we'd started drinking earlier after our first fuck-fest in my husband's bedroom.

After we'd drained our glasses, Ron pulled me up to John's bedroom again, Ron was so eager to get me into bed that he didn't give me a chance to close the bedroom door firmly and as we fucked again on John's bed, the door was giving out little squeaks as the evening breeze blew through the open bedroom window, rocking the door just a fraction of an inch, but I didn't care about that, I was being fucked silly and I was loving it.

I passed out somewhere around two o'clock in the morning and Ron allowed me to sleep for an hour. At three o'clock he woke me by rolling me onto my back, kneeling between my thighs and ramming his cock into me at full power, causing me to gasp in pain. I was just rocking through yet another orgasm when I thought I heard a floorboard creak outside the bedroom door and the door opened by three inches, rather than just the fraction of an inch...whoever it was, backed away slowly, trying not to make the floorboards creak again and failing.

While Ron was fucking me, he was telling me that he'd love to fuck my arse, I told him that there was no way that I'd do something like that...especially not with a man with such a massive cock. Ron rammed his cock in extra hard and stopped momentarily, "I'll have to organise some of the boys to open your arse up...would you like to try it with my son or one of Paul's three sons?"

I suddenly stopped gasping through my orgasm, "Paul only has one son!"

Ron started thrusting all over again, "We all know that Paul has two other sons, he may have even more than two."

"Who are they?"

"The two that everyone knows about are Alan Whitehead and James Cooper but knowing Paul, there are probably a dozen others about the place!"

The thought of Ron bringing in a pack of hormone fuelled teenage boys to gang-bang me...even if he was planning on an anal gang-bang sent a shudder through my body that caused Ron's smile to broaden as he fucked me."

"How about your Peter? He has a small cock, by the weekend he'll have lost his virginity, he could start you off, you'd hardly feel young Peter's cock up your bum!"

I didn't answer verbally...my massive orgasm spoke volumes, the most powerful climax of the evening and it was caused by Ron suggesting that I let my twelve year old son fuck my arse.

After yet another thirty minute fuck where I had a million orgasms and Ron had just the one he turned me and cuddled up, spooning behind me, "So...so far today, you've had your cunt licked out, you've fucked missionary, you on top, you've sucked my cock and we've had a sixty-nine...you've walked over a mile outside totally naked, fucked standing up, fucked while watching another woman taking on two men...what would you like to try next?"

"I'd like to try sleeping...it's been an exhausting day today."

"Don't be like that...if there was no chance of getting caught, no prospect of any consequences...what is the most extreme sexual act that you'd like to perform?"

I looked over my shoulder at him, "I have no idea...my sexual education only really started today, I really have no idea what is possible or even what is really sexy, never mind what most people would consider extreme in the way of sex!"

He kissed me over my shoulder and then he said, "You must have seen something in a film that sent a shudder through your body and made you think that you'd like to feel what that would be like!"

I shook my head, "Until this week, I couldn't understand what the comment, 'A shudder through my body' even meant in a sexual context, I've never had a sexual shudder running through my body."

Ron gave me a questioning look and then he said, "You mean that today was your first orgasm?"

I bit my lip, wondering just how honest I should be with the man I'd just committed adultery with before saying, "Not exactly!"

"Well then what...exactly?"

Well, I had an appointment last Friday to see Doctor McGreggor, it was for nine o'clock in the morning. I didn't have a chance to shower before I went to bed on Thursday night so I had my shower at eight o'clock in the morning, I took my HRT patch off at eight and because I knew that the doctor was going to change my prescription, after my shower, I didn't put a fresh patch on...anyway, I got my new prescription and went to the pharmacist to get the prescription filled but they didn't keep that variety or strength in stock, they had to order it in so after I left the pharmacist's office, I just slapped the fresh patch on then..."

Ron jumped in at that point, "When Mary started on her HRT patches, she was told to put the first patch on last thing at night because the patch gives one hundred percent dose in the first hour and the dose reduces by around two percent every hour that the patch is on. She was told that it was important to only change the patch just before she went to bed, even if she took a bath, went in the shower or went swimming, the patches are waterproof so don't need to be removed before bathing!"

I chuckled, "I was told to pop the patch on just before going to bed...Doctor McGreggor only said that it helped to be asleep when the patches effects were at their strongest...anyway, I was just walking around in a fog and ended up on Glebe Farm Road and saw the old tin can warehouse and was just dazzled by the work that had been put into the front façade, just standing there trying to see all of the details and suddenly a man pulled up in a Bentley and talked me into getting into the back of his car with him. I didn't actually have sex with the guy but he did give me my first orgasm."

"What did he do to give you that first orgasm?"

"I'm not sure, I think that I came out of that mental fog just enough to realise that I was about to have sex with a stranger in the back seat of his car in broad daylight in an open car park!"

"Why did you stop him?"

"I don't think I did...oh! Another car came into the car park and the other driver papped his hooter as he pulled up at our side."

So, you stopped Tom fucking you because another man was watching?"

"I don't think that I was that far out of my fog at that point to equate what we were doing inside the car with another man outside in a different car, All I saw was that he was waving his arms like a madman and pointing out to Glebe Farm Road."

"So...then what happened?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Tom pulled away from me and he threw my 'T-shirt' at me and told me to put it on quick while he put his shirt on."

"Then what happened?"

Well, the other car drove away from us and parked closer to the club's entrance and a police car stopped behind him, I just sat there wearing my 'T-shirt' and nothing else, Tom sat there the same, his cock that had seemed massive shrank to the size of my thumb. Tom gave me the rest of my clothes, he pulled his trousers on and went over to talk to the police officer and the other man at his car, leaving me to get dressed on my own, when I left his car, he was still talking to the two police officers..

While I was explaining that, I'd turned over to face Ron to make the kissing more comfortable and suddenly there was a smile on his face, a spark of recognition in his eyes as he said, "I think that Tom might have been the owner of the club...if it was, I'm surprised that you got out of his car without him fucking you first...he's usually at the club, you should definitely go back soon and let him..." There must have been a look on my face because Ron stopped mid thought, "...You've already been back?"

"I was just out walking and Tom spotted me on the pavement, he stopped his car and talked me into getting into it with him again, then he took me back to the club because it was opening time. After he'd opened the club, he gave me a guided tour of the place that ended up in one of his bedrooms..."

Ron laughed at that and said, "Good boy Tom!", and then he kissed me again.

We went to sleep in each other's arms, I think I even fell asleep mid kiss.

Ron woke me up at about seven o'clock, he was ready to fuck again and I gladly opened my legs for him to climb aboard, as he fucked me I heard more than a creaking floorboard beyond the bedroom door and quickly looked at the clock at the side of the bed and gasped, "The kids are awake...we've got to stop...I need to get their breakfast!", as I struggled to get out from under his body.

Ron pinned me back down, "Don't worry about the kids...Sarah will look after breakfast and get Dawn and Peter ready for school."

The fact that I could hear the kids talking and moving about below me should have killed any chance of my having an orgasm but it was quite the opposite, knowing that the kids were up and about in the house actually increased the power and frequency of my orgasms as well as the amount of verbalising that I was doing.

At seven thirty it went quiet down in the kitchen, I said "Shit, I didn't iron Peter's trousers!"

"Don't worry, Sarah will have taken care of it, she's sixteen now, she's old enough to get married and have kids of her own, she'll have made sure that everything was fine, even if she had to press Peter's trousers herself!"

Ron slid his arm under my shoulders and gripped me tightly before rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him, now I was doing a little of the work for myself, I was riding my brother-in-law and being greedy, trying to get the last ounce of pleasure out of him before he had his own climax again.

The bedroom door was suddenly kicked open, I froze and looked over my shoulder, 'Is John home early!' flashed through my head as I stopped breathing and my heart stopped. A tray appeared around the now open bedroom door, confusingly, a tea tray with three cups on it and...oh, a cafeteria...so not a tea tray, it was a coffee tray with three cups on it...following the tray was my father-in-law...my very naked father-in-law and my heart restarted as did my breathing. Ron said "Hi dad, how long do you have to play?"

Ron senior put the tray down at the side of the bed before answering his son, "I've got to run down to London for an eleven o'clock meeting but I've been trying to get into Vicky's knickers for so long that I just couldn't resist the chance of spending an hour with her!"

My father-in-law then knelt on the bed next to me and Ron, he parted my buttocks and looked into the crack, "I can't believe that John's one of my sons, he's never been near her arsehole!"

"She keeps saying that she doesn't want to lose her anal cherry either but I think she'll change her mind if we get one of the kids to bust it for her!"

My father-in-law slapped my bum, "We need to change position Vicky!"

I was manhandled off of Ron's cock but I was still in roughly the same position, Ron moved out from under me and he sat on the bed with his back against the headboard while his dad shuffled up behind me, Ron senior's cock wasn't as fat or as long as his son's but it was still very impressive for a man of his age and it still worried me that he may have intentions of using that hole that so many men seemed to be fixated with but that I considered far too painful a place on a woman's body to use for sex.

My face was pushed down onto my brother-in-law's cock as Ron shuffled in closer on his knees carefully inserted his cock into my cunt from behind, fucking me hard, his body bolt upright. He gave me an orgasm and then he dropped his upper body onto my back and I got a little bit of a shock, Ron senior's body was just as hairy as his son's but, while Ron junior's hair was black and very soft, his father's hair was almost totally grey and very course, as he pulled his hips back, I could feel the course mat of his chest hair rubbing into my shoulders, after he rammed back in with all of his force, he chuckled and said, "Hey son...what does this scene remind you of?"

Ron stroked the hair on the back of my head as I took more of his cock into my mouth, a fraction of an inch at a time but I doubted that I could take any more because the head of his cock was pressing against my uvula. Ron chuckled, "It looks just like the first time that my Mary took Hamlet on her back, she was sucking my cock that time when you pushed him into place...Mary really missed that dog when he died..." It suddenly dawned on me, 'Hamlet was the name of Ron senior's Great Dane dog that died almost fifteen years ago!' And when I realised that they were talking about Ron's wife Mary being fucked by his father's dog while both Ron and his dad were there with her; yet another shiver ran through my body, closely followed by yet another orgasm that caused my father-in-law to laugh. "...and none of your dogs have ever excited her as much as Hamlet did since he died."

Ron senior said, "I think that Vicky gives off this vibe of being a total innocent but deep down inside, she's just like all the other women in our family, once you get into their knickers for the first time, you find they're gagging for it, even getting off at just the mention of a woman getting fucked by a dog...I can see that after we get Vicky trained up for anal sex, I'll have to introduce her to Benji, start her off with a sheep dog and go up from there, it'll be a good theme for our next party night!"

That caused yet another shiver in my body...the next party night was set for ten days time and I knew what 'Introducing me to Benji' meant more than me just meeting the dog...I'd known Benji for three years, ever since my father-in-law bought him as his new breeding stud for his puppy farming business...so, he was talking about getting me fucked in the arse and then being fucked by a dog and all in just ten days!

My father-in-law didn't have his own climax, he got really close before pulling out. Ron had to go to work at eight o'clock, so he poured all three of us a cup of coffee and he drank that as he dressed to go to work. I kissed my brother-in-law goodbye and then Ron asked me if I was ready for more? I nodded my head enthusiastically.

Ron started out by getting me to suck his cock but not in the way that I'd been doing it so far, me basically on top and in control, he stacked up the pillows on the bed and he pushed me on my back, my shoulder blades pressing down on the pillows, then he knelt above my head, he pulled my head right back, beyond any point of comfort before feeding his cock into my mouth. He wasn't the least bit gentle as he fucked my mouth, in the first thrust he was already deeper than either of the cocks that I'd sucked had been, I was choking and gagging as he lowered his upper body down so that he could lick my pussy as he pushed his cock in deeper. Eventually I got the message, no matter how much my body complained, my father-on-law was going to push his cock all the way in as deep as it would go, so I relaxed and took the pleasure on offer from his mouth on my cunt.

Again, my father-in-law didn't climax himself but he did get all of his cock into my mouth and throat right down to its root and he gave me three further orgasms as he worked it in.

We did another change, into a conventional missionary position and while he was pumping into me while looking at the clock because he had to drive all the way to London and it was obvious that he didn't want to reach his own climax absolutely the last minute and still make it to his appointment in London.

As I was starting to grey out, there was a sound in the bedroom doorway again, this time it was Paul, my second oldest brother-in-law, he was stripping off quickly as he said, "I'm sorry but I only have thirty minutes, I'm pasteurising the milk at the moment!"

My father-in-law exploded in my cunt at that point and he pulled his cock out of my pussy still spurting spunk like a hosepipe connected to a stirrup pump, shooting thick strings of semen up my body as he ceded his position between my thighs to his second eldest son.

Paul jumped in me as his dad pushed his rapidly softening cock in my mouth so suck him clean.

Paul actually spent more than thirty minutes, he was still fucking me when his mobile phone rang, the screen was flashing the name Sarah, his wife, and then her picture alternating on the screen.

Paul was still fucking me frantically as he said, "Answer!"

My sister-in-law's voice came over the phone's speaker, "Paul...the tanker is here to collect today's milk, I don't know how much we need to keep to make our cheese, butter and cream!"

Paul was gasping as he replied, "Sorry darling...I'm nearly finished...here, I...won't...be...long...now!"

The, 'I, won't, be, long, and now' were all punctuating his own climax, the screen went black, Sarah had closed the connection.

My own climax had been killed as soon as I realised that Sarah, Paul's wife, was on the phone to him as he was fucking me and I was desperately trying to stop verbalising through yet another orgasm.

I said, "Where does Sarah think you are?"

Paul was backing out of my cunt, he gave me strange look, as if I was asking him a stupid question, "She thinks I'm here, taking my turn fucking you right now."

Paul was wiping his cock dry and he tilted his head slightly, "Sounds like a tractor out in the street, I'll bet that's Simon taking a repaired tractor out on a test drive, Paul pulled the curtain to one side, I joined him at the window and looked over his shoulder. Paul had been right, the youngest of the four brothers was climbing down from a massive JCB tractor, so massive that no other vehicle would have been able to get past it in the street...not that there was anything beyond my house on our street, other than the gate into the meadow at the side of my house.

Simon ran into the house and bumped into Paul on the stairs, Paul said, "She's in John's bedroom waiting for you."

And Paul was right, I'd used John's en-suit bathroom to take a quick pee and wipe my body clean of my father-in-law's spunk while Paul finished getting dressed and I was already in my husband's bed, waiting eagerly for my fifth sexual partner in twenty hours.

Simon was shirtless as he ran into the bedroom and unfastening his trousers as he ran in. "Dad asked me to see if Benji was around the farm but I couldn't find him...so we'll need to have another date when you can get friendly with him!"

Simon mentioning his father's champion stud sheep dog kicked my body into top gear again as Simon took me at hyper speed and he said, "I wish I'd known that you were going to be available today...I'd have taken the day off from work. Unfortunately I have a full list of jobs to do today and the owner of the JCB is coming over right now to collect his tractor after I've finished the test drive!"

Simon only had thirty minutes to screw me but he gave me ten orgasms in that time...and suddenly I was alone, I checked the time, it was just eleven o'clock. I started a bath filling with warm water and while it was, I stripped my husband's bed and pulled his mattress off, dragging it over to the open window to dry out in the warm breeze...To be continued...

I eased myself into the warm water and was suddenly aware of soreness between my thighs or more precisely in the area of my labia and inside my cunt...I must have been protected by adrenalin or something while the fucking was taking place because I hadn't felt anything at the time but having gone from unused to misused in just a few hours had taken its toll on my poor pussy.

I spent thirty minutes in the bath soaking when 'Food' popped into my head, I was suddenly feeling hungry, after all, it was twelve fifteen and time for lunch, especially after only having semen and a cup of coffee for breakfast. I didn't dry myself off as I would usually do, dry myself and get dressed, but I didn't, I just wrapped my body in a towel and headed for the kitchen looking for food.

There was a knock at the back door and without thinking about the way that I was dressed, I ran to the back door to see who was there. Our local Postman Pat, was standing on the back door step but he was looking away from the house towards the sound of a tractor out in the fields, he was trying to see if the tractor was working in the meadow at the side of my house, it was time to cut the grass for silage, he was still looking towards the meadow when he said, "I've got three letters for you and a package that needs signing for that's addressed to the farm, I couldn't find anyone at the farm or the dairy and no one was at Paul's house either so..." he turned to face me mid sentence and then he froze, "...erm...err...I was wondering if John was home to sign...err...for the package!"

I shook my head to say that John wasn't home. I could almost hear the rusty cogwheels of the 'Difference Engine' in Pat's head churning to make a calculation and come up with an answer that was better than one plus one equals three. The shocked look on his face turned slowly into a smile as the calculator in his head pinged to tell him that an answer was available.

Pat handed me the three letters that were addressed to our house and said, "If John's not in, I could go and see who's driving the tractor over there in the field, see if it's your father-in-law or one of his sons."

"My father-in-law hasn't driven a tractor on the farm for two years and that isn't one of the farm tractors, it sounds like a 'JCB Eight Thousand Fastrack' out on the road to Wellingborough. The driver has to keep pulling over because he's too big for most country roads around here."

"Wow, you know your tractors!"

"Not really, Simon was fixing it yesterday at the garage and took it out for a test drive this morning, he came here in it to give it a run out on the main road and to cadge a cup of coffee from me."

Pat fought to keep his smile down to a smirk, especially because of the way that I was dressed and that everyone knew the reputation of the men in the Clarke family. He thought for a long moment before saying, "Coffee...been a long time since I was invited into a customer's house for a cup of coffee...mind you, toilets are even harder to find than customers who are at home to make a tradesman a cup of coffee these days..." Pat gave me a sly look and he rubbed his chin, "...mind you...at least out here I can go into a field and find a tree to stand behind!"

Now it was my turn to do a calculation, if only I hadn't been so greedy in the past twenty four hours and made myself sore, my new open attitude to sex could do with a little exercising, a little widening of my experience of men and Pat was as good a man as anyone, then I remembered Hector, he hadn't fucked me, he'd been happy for me to use my mouth on him...I could offer Pat the same so I took the hint..."Would you like to use my toilet Pat...I can make you a coffee while you're using the toilet!"

Pat couldn't hide the broadness of his smile now as he nodded his head.

I pointed Pat to the bathroom behind the kitchen and made instant coffee, real coffee would have taken far too long. After pouring the boiling water over the instant coffee granules in the cups, I went to the utility room to ask if Pat took milk and sugar in his coffee, expecting that he would have closed the bathroom door at least, even if he hadn't bothered to lock it behind him but he'd done neither of those things, he'd left the door wide open and he was standing in front of the toilet bowl, his hard cock in his hand rubbing himself.

I almost jumped back into the kitchen, about to hide back into my shell but then that little voice in my head that usually advocated caution piped up, 'Why not just walk in there, ignore the fact that Pat's masturbating himself, just go back in there and ask him if he'd like milk and sugar in his coffee!' ...so I did!

Pat slowly looked in my direction but he didn't stop rubbing his cock in his hand as he said, "I'm sorry about this Mrs Clarke but I got this little problem and I can't pee like this...it's just against the laws of nature, so I was trying to beat it down!"

Well, he didn't care that I'd walked in on him, he didn't even turn his back on me to try and hide his erection or the fact that he was masturbating...that little voice popped up again, 'Out of all the men you've seen in the last few days, Pat has the thinnest cock that you've seen so far...you could help him with his little problem and he could help you with that pesky little 'Anal virginity' issue that you have that all the men seem to want you to get rid of!' and while the voice in my head was still trying to talk me into offering my help to Pat, I was already saying, "I could help you with that Pat!"

He smiled at me, "I'd love to fuck you!"

"I can offer you a hand...a mouth...or...how do you feel about anal sex?"

Pat gasped, "I've had that fantasy for many years, played it out in my head a thousand times how I'd do it, but I've never tried, my wife was never interested in any sex act that is out of the ordinary and believe it or not, postmen don't get anywhere near the number of offers of sex from the women on their routes...well, not since the nineteen-fifties anyway!"

I had a sudden thought, 'This could be painful, I need lubricant!" and then I remembered that Ron had used a tube of lubricant to help him get his cock into me last night. "Hold on there a second Pat!"

I ran through to the living room and spotted the tail end of the metal tube of lubricant under the front edge of my sofa, it was a good thing that I'd remembered it, I could just imagine John getting home from Dorset and finding a tube of lubricant with the name 'Silicon Sex Lube' printed on the front of the tube.

I dropped my towel on the floor and bent over...it was difficult but I managed to get the open end of the tube of lubricant just inside of my anal muscle and squeezed some of the lubricant up inside my bum.

I walked back to the bathroom with the tube still in my hand, While I was out of the shower room, Pat stripped off and when I got back, I sat on the toilet seat and I sucked Pat's cock for a few minutes, just to give him a little pleasure but not enough to get him off. Then I squirted a liberal line of lubricant on the top of Pat's cock and carefully coated his cock all over in the lubricant as I told him that I'd never done it that way myself before and to be gentle with me.

When I was happy to start the actual anal sex journey, I stood up, turned my back to Pat and bent over and parted my legs as wide as they could comfortably go as I was gripping the toilet seat to steady myself for the onslaught. Pat started fondling my left breast with his left hand and his right hand went between my legs and he was finger fucking me with the tip of his cock just pressing against my anal muscle hard but not hard enough to enter my body through that tight muscle.

As I started to climax, something really strange happened, as my muscles spasmed, I realised that every muscle was clenching and relaxing and it was almost as if my bum was eating Pat's cock, he wasn't actually moving or pushing harder but his cock was slowly disappearing up my bum. As soon as the head of his cock reached the stock of lubricant that I'd squirted deep up my bum earlier, his cock lost more resistance and slipped inside far faster than the first inch and as his abdomen pressed against my buttocks, I realised that all seven inches of his cock was in me in just one thrust, with little more pain than I'd had when Thomas first entered my vagina yesterday, the first man to enter my cunt for thirteen years.

The tightness of my virgin arsehole and the speed of his entry sent Pat a little wild, there were only four thrusts in total, the first a slow gentle entry and the other three were frenetic stabbing of his pork sword into my anal sheath and Pat's chest crashed against my back as he struggled to get his breath back after his powerful orgasm, adding even more lubricant to the stuff I'd squirted up my bum myself.

I was still bent over holding the toilet seat as Pat washed his cock and got dressed...I was actually a little disappointed that Pat had climaxed so quickly to be honest, I'd built anal sex into this big bad thing that every man seemed to want to do but that I'd thought it would be too painful. It could have been Pat's unusually thin cock, the super slippery silicone lubrication that I'd used before trying to have anal sex or the fact that I was actually orgasming myself before Pat started inserting his cock that made the act pain free but it was all over in the end before I could make up my mind if I liked it or not.

Pat slapped my naked buttocks playfully and then he imitated the two-thousand film, 'Gone in sixty seconds!'

As I stood up, the thought hit me, 'I was well greased up and I'd been opened up by Pat, this would probably be the best time to let a man with a little bit fatter cock continuing my opening up in that area.'

I looked at the time, it was now approaching one o'clock in the afternoon and I needed to eat...I could cook my own lunch, I could go into town to a café or restaurant to eat but I knew that I was kidding myself, I had 'Voluptatem' on my mind...just a few days ago, I had no idea what men's cocks looked like in real life and in just those few days, I'd become quite an authority on cocks, I was even going through a league table of the size ratings of men's cocks, their length as well as their girth, Postman Pat had the thinnest I'd seen so far and getting him to break me into anal sex was a stroke of genius.

I went to my bedroom and opened my 'Fancy Dress' wardrobe...no...not Cat Woman, Super Woman or Teletubbies, the wardrobe that I put the 'Posh Frocks' that John's father had bought for me to wear on those one or two days in the annual social calendar that I accompanied him to functions, dresses that were so tight and thin that I couldn't wear underclothes under them.

I stood in my bedroom totally naked and searched to the back of the wardrobe, twenty-five dresses from the front I found a dress that I'd actually refused to wear for the function that I was going to with Ron, I had tried it on but it was far too daring for me to even consider wearing outside the house, it had a halter neck in the form of a choker collar and the front was pierced with a teardrop cut-out that had its starting point at the choker and widened out until the widest point exposed my navel but that wasn't the worst feature of the dress, the whole of my back was exposed, the dress hung loose at the back and at least an inch of my bum crack would be exposed if I wore the dress to the function so, for that function, I'd worn last year's dress which disappointed my father-in-law no end but it did make him pull back slightly the next time I escorted him and he picked out a slightly more restrained dress.

I pulled the dress on and wiggled myself into it, it had looked obscene twenty years ago, anyone looking at me sideways on could have seen a glimpse of my breasts but in the last twenty years, I'd put a little extra weight on...not around my stomach, that was still washboard flat but my breasts were larger and fuller after having three children and for some reason, my bum had a little more padding than twenty years ago, now, even looking straight on, as much of my breasts were on show all the time that people would have caught glimpses of twenty years ago but today I didn't care...rather, I quite liked how I looked in the twenty year old dress.

My plan of attack was, walk straight to Voluptatem with the aim of trying their food for my lunch, if Hector was there, I'd offer him the chance to be second 'At Bat' so to speak, if he wasn't, then I'd offer that honour to Thomas. Plan 'B' was to walk back past the dairy, Paul and Simon had cocks of differing lengths but their girths were very similar, my father-in-law would be fifth choice but his cock was a big step up in thickness from Paul and Simon, the 'Skegness' or last resort would be my brother-in-law Ron. I knew that at some point in the near future, my father-in-law and his son Ron would break down my resistance to their anal advances, Ron had mentioned doing it twenty times during our fucking session last night, his dad was only with me for just over an hour and he'd mentioned it two or three times and both Paul and Simon had each mentioned doing it once...if my brother-in-law, Ron was the next to try fucking me up my bum, I knew that it would hurt me a lot so I'd need to ease myself into it by going through my list of cocks in increasing order of girth.

I walked straight to Voluptatem on the path from my house to my father-in-law's farm house and then onto Glebe Farm Road because those paths were covered in tarmac or concrete and because of the extremely posh frock I was wearing, I'd put on five inch high heels so I needed a solid surface to walk on.

As I walked across the car park of the club, I suddenly felt a little nervous, the first thing that I realised was that I wasn't a member of the club, and I'd planned to ask the doorman if Thomas was around but even from the car park's entrance, I could see that the Bentley Mulsanne Speed was conspicuous by its absence. I faltered in my tracks as I looked around for Hector's Range Rover, there were five in the car park but none of them belonged to Hector. 'Paul will be at the dairy, he would be running the processes to make cream, butter or cheese at this time of the day!' No, that would be a jump of three steps in my plan but it would mean walking across dirt paths to reach the dairy or walking the long way, down the by-pass, into town and then out on one of the smaller roads to the dairy.

On the main road, I could catch a bus into the next town where Simon worked at the family garage but there wasn't really anywhere in the garage to do a sexual act so, I'd got two realistic options open to me, go home or, brazen it out with the doorman to try to get in the club.

The doorman was sitting behind the reception desk as I walked in to the main entrance, he was reading a magazine, or rather, he was looking at the pictures, he was looking through a pornographic magazine, from what I could see of it, it was just a series of pictures of naked women. He casually looked up from the page when he heard the door open, registered that I was alone and looked down again, "Name please darling?"

He'd taken a clipboard out from under the reception desk and picked up his pen, "Vicky Clarke."

He looked down the list of names, "I don't see you on the roster, do you use a 'Nom D'amour' Vicky darling?"

I had to smile at hearing a twenty stone muscle-bound man, fighting to get a French statement out, without sounding too ridiculous, "I'm sorry, what's one of those?"

"Some women use like a stage name, for anonymity when they're out here looking for fun!"

I shook my head again, "I was hoping that Thomas or Hector might be here, I wanted to come in for lunch but I'm not a member!"

He put the clipboard away and picked up the membership book, he looked down the list of names of members that were in the club, "Ben Strickland is looking for a lunch date, you can come in if you're willing to have lunch with one of our members!"

I thought for a moment, one man...another man...they all have cocks, if I don't like him, I'll keep him company until either Hector or Thomas came into the club again.

I nodded my head, "Just tell the barman that you're Mr Strickland's lunch guest."

I walked past the foot of the stairs leading up to the bedrooms and cast a sideways glance, the last time I stood there, I could hear Anna's voice, begging my father-in-law to stop as Thomas told her that if she couldn't take Ron, she'd have to stop coming to the club.

I walked over to the bar, the barman recognized me, he even greeted me by name, "Good afternoon Mrs Clarke, what can I get you today?"

"Hi...erm..."

"Dan...madam, I'm Dan!"

I nodded my head as if I'd just remembered his name, "Hi Dan, I'm Ben Strickland's lunch guest."

Dan nodded his head, "Very good madam..." and then he raised his hand in the direction of a man playing at the roulette table. The man looked up and he nodded his head, he cashed in his chips, gave the scantily clad young lady croupier a chip as her tip and then he walked over to the bar.

Dan said, "Mr Strickland, this is Mrs Clarke, she's your lunch guest!"

Ben looked me up and down, he reminded me of my father-in-law, both in age as well as body size and I wondered if he resembled Ron Senior inside of his trousers as well as out...

Another way that Ben reminded me of Ron was the way that Ben looked at me, he reminded me of Ron looking at a bull and sizing it up to see if he would be strong enough to cover the three hundred cows in his dairy herd and be stud enough to rent out to other local farmers.

Ben smiled at me, he obviously liked what he saw, he took my hand to shake it but then changed it into a kiss, a kiss on the back of my hand, something that no one under sixty seemed to do these days...his head was still bowed forward, his lips just an inch from the back of my hand as he said, "Daniel, do you have a room available?"

Dan looked a little worried, "I'm sorry Mr Strickland, all our rooms are occupied at the moment, one should become free in thirty minutes or so!"

Ben pulled my hand towards that part of the club that was nominally called the restaurant, "Okay Daniel, could you please send us a menu over to the corner table!"

The table that Ben had chosen was right at the foot of the staircase that I'd climbed on Monday with Thomas on our way up to the bedrooms on the mezzanine floor.

I pretty young lady came over to our table, she was dressed in the same costume as the croupiers all wore, she handed us both a menu and asked if we needed any drinks. 'Elle Green...' popped into my head, I'd thought that she was young looking but she in fact was very young...too young to be working, well, too young to be working full time especially in a place like The Voluptatem Club...and how did I know that? Elle Green should have been sitting in class with my daughter Sarah that afternoon studying for her 'O' level exams.

As Elle left, I followed her with my eyes, "Very pretty young girl!"

Ben said, "If you like that sort of thing...I'm not knocking it though, there are plenty of men who come in here that will be queuing up for her services as soon as she's finished her initial training and it always pays to know which of your potential customers like them younger and which like a more experienced woman."

We both ordered a light lunch and held up a detailed conversation about everything and nothing, Ben liked to show off...liked to prove that he was very intelligent, very rich and moderately funny, I was just struggling not to look too stupid in his eyes.

I saw Anna walking down the stairs, she was arm in arm with a Greek looking man in his thirties and she was dressed in the club's uniform of the strapless basque with a pair of scanty knickers sewn into the bottom, there was one difference in Anna's uniform to Elle's and the croupier's costume, Anna's uniform had a heart shaped cut out in the front, exposing her navel, there was another difference, it looked like two twenty pound notes had been pushed down the front of her basque between her breasts. Anna gave me an awkward smile as she and the man with her walked past our table, Anna went to the blackjack table with the man and sat at his side as he played a few hands and Ben walked over to our table, he cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me Mr Strickland, room seven is being cleaned and prepared for you at the moment, I'll come and tell you when Elle has finished cleaning it.

Ben smiled at me and patted the back of my hand, "Are you ready Victoria?"

I dabbed at the corners of my mouth with my napkin and thought, 'Well, in for a penny, in for a pound!', as soon as he was undressed and I could see what I was up against on the cock front, I'd decide on what sexual service I would offer him.

As I walked past the bar I paused and opened my handbag, "What do I owe for my lunch Dan?"

Ben looked nervously from me to Ben but he said nothing, Ben came to his rescue, "It's usually accepted that a member pays all of his guest's bills while they are in the club, Ben couldn't take any payment from you, even if he wanted to, the law covering private members clubs don't allow guests to pay for food or drinks."

Ben took my arm and pulled me over towards the stairs and the bedrooms beyond, we went into room number seven and before the door was closed he had me in his arms and was kissing me, "How much extra do I have to pay if I want to go a little kinky?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, like a little spanking, restraint, anal sex, water sports, that kind of thing."

"I think that I know what kinky means, what I was asking was, how much extra you'd have to pay?"

He let go of me like I was a hot potato and stepped away from me, he had a very worried look on his face now, "Aren't you an..." he was struggling to find the right word to use, "...erm...employee here?"

I shook my head, "I'm just here for lunch, I met a guy called Tom here last week and again yesterday, I was hoping that he'd get me in to try the restaurant."

"Tom who?"

"I don't know his second name but he opened the place up yesterday..." I managed to stop myself saying, 'He opened me up yesterday too!'

"Was he driving a Bentley?"

I nodded my head.

"I'm really sorry Vicky, I thought that you were one of the...erm..." he was once again struggling to find the right words as the sound of a woman baying to the moon came drifting through the wall from the next bedroom, he looked over his shoulder at the sounds of very animated sex and he chuckled and shook his head, "...member of the comfort staff, like her next door!"

I suddenly got the picture, The Voluptatem Club, with its bar, restaurant, gaming tables and dance floor, was all just a front for a high class brothel and Anna was a whore working there, selling her body to men for cash and worse, I was using my friend Anna's office, depriving her of her potential income while I was just talking to Ben.

He'd lost the worried look and was now smiling, "So...you're the Victoria that Tom gave the grand tour to yesterday then?"

I nodded my head.

"And, you're okay with this...I mean with us being here in the bedroom together?"

I didn't answer verbally, I stepped up to him and started to pull his tie open, I left it trapped under his shirt collar and leaned in to kiss him as I unbuttoned the front of his shirt. I only broke the kiss when I'd unfastened the last button and then I pulled his shirt out of his trousers and looked at his upper body as I stroked my hands all over his chest and abdomen, a second kiss as I pulled his belt out of its buckle and unbuttoned the waistband and zip on his trousers. Again, once his trousers were open, I pulled my mouth off of his and stepped back a half a pace and looked at his lower body as I pushed his trousers and underpants down.

He reached out to cup my breasts with his hands but I pushed his hands away, once his trousers and underpants were around his ankles, I knelt down in front of him and kissed the head of his cock, it looked exactly the same as Thomas' cock had looked, same length, same girth, it even bent to the left the same as Thomas' cock did. As I eased his feet out of his trousers and pants, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him, I had intended to suck him for a minute or so but as I sucked him, he started fiddling at the back of my neck, the place where the collar of my dress fastened so I continued sucking him until he worked out how to open my collar.

As my dress fell to the floor, I plopped his cock out of my mouth and stood up, leaving my dress on the floor, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again and as I did, he lifted me up off of the floor and carried me to the bed and he fell on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his cock. As he fucked me, he pushed his upper body up and looked down at my breasts, "So, if you aren't a sex worker...I guess that anal sex is off the cards!"

I thought to myself, 'I'd really come to the club to try anal sex with Hector because he's one size up from Postman Pat but would have been happy to try it with Thomas and Ben's cock was almost a clone of Tom's,' so I said, "I've only done it that way once, you can try if you like but you have to stop if it hurts me too much!"

Ben backed his cock out of me and I got myself ready to turn my back on him but as I started to roll my body, he stopped me, he caught my legs behind my knees and he folded me almost in half, pushing my knees hard against my breasts, then he held both knees with his left hand while he rubbed his cock against my bottom with his right, not looking for my hole but feeling for it with the head of his cock. It took him ten uncomfortable minutes to get the head of his cock past the guardian muscles, ten minutes to get the first inch of his cock up my bum and then suddenly he hit the slippery carpet left behind deep inside my body by Postman Pat's semen and the silicone lubricant that I'd pumped up myself earlier, and the last five and a half inches of his cock entered me in just a few seconds, he pulled back so that just the head was still inside of me, the lubricant that now coated his cock shaft had buttered the muscles at the entrance, taking away all traces of pain.

Benn's second thrust entered my bum as easily and swiftly as if he was fucking my cunt, he let my legs go free as soon as he bottomed out in my bum for the second time and I started to unfold my body, my legs were aiming for the mattress but Ben caught them on his arms, holding me in what felt like a seated position but while I was flat on my back. I was just starting to actually enjoy the act, Ben pulled back slowly each time and pushed back in faster and suddenly the bedroom door burst open. My heart stopped as I turned to look at the open door, Thomas was standing there in the open doorway looking angry, "Ben you bastard, Vicky came looking for me...not you!"

I was worried but I saw Ben smile as he turned his head towards Thomas, "I'm sorry brother but you know that all's fair in sex and war! You were off gallivanting about instead of being here where you were supposed to be, you snooze, you lose!"

Tom looked affronted at Ben's comment, "Snooze...snooze...I wasn't here when I should have been because I was taking OUR mother to her hospital appointment...and I would like to just point out that it was your turn to take her today but you suddenly had an appointment that you couldn't get out of today!"

As Tom was berating Ben he was walking into the room, he didn't actually close the bedroom door behind him, he seemed to be perfectly happy to leave the door wide open, even though I was totally naked on the bed being fucked up the arse by Dan. Tom was undressing as he walked towards the bed and as he let go of the door, fortunately it slowly closed behind him all on its own.

Thomas was now naked as he pulled my left leg away from Ben's arm and he looked between our bodies, "You bastard, you took her arse...I wanted to break that door down myself!"

"Hey don't blame me brother...I wasn't the first in this hole!"

"Vicky was an anal virgin twenty-four hours ago!"

Ben gave me a smile as Tom released my leg and moved up to my shoulders, Tom was pulling my shoulders towards the edge of the bed and as he did that, Ben was knee walking in the opposite direction, dragging my hips with him while still slowly fucking my arse, "Well, someone opened her back door this morning before she came here, he left me a lovely big spunk dump to ride into town on!"

My shoulders were now right on the edge of the bed, my head in free space with Tom's balls pressing against my forehead as Ben continued to slowly fuck me up my bum. I hadn't realized how much of a strain it was on my neck, trying to hold my head in that position with no support behind it but I didn't need to worry about the strain of holding my head up for too long because Tom was pushing my head downwards. Tom fed his cock into my mouth and he fucked my face, I didn't get the chance to complain about him forcing his cockhead passed my tonsils, I coughed and choked twice and then that reflex stopped as the widest part of his cockhead past beyond them and the entrance to my throat closed down a little around his cock. Tom and Ben were now both fucking me at something like a normal speed for fucking and as they fucked me face to face, they were talking about their mother's trip to the hospital that morning and then the subject changed to Elle Green.

Ben said, "I spotted Elle at the railway station when I got in from London this morning, she had a back pack with all of her possessions in it and was heading for an address in London to meet a guy that she'd been chatting to online, he'd talked her into running away from home to live with him in his flat in London, she thought that he was a white boy who was twenty years old but as soon as I saw the address, I pointed out that the guy was called Abdul, a Samoan asylum seeker recruiting whores for his brothel. I let her use my phone to ring his number taken from her own phone, just so that he wouldn't know that it was her calling him, I asked Abdul if he had any new prospects and he told me that a stupid bitch from Northampton or somewhere was on her way and that she'd be available for sale or rent in two days time...me and Elle had a long talk and I told her that she could work here and that we'd train her to be a high class whore and she could keep living at home with her mum if she wanted to and that we wouldn't make her pregnant to keep her trapped into working for us."

I thought, 'Well, that explains what Elle's doing at the club when she should be at school!'

Tom hadn't finished off but he was backing away from my throat, again, as his cock started to stretch my throat again, I got the urge to cough and choke. Ben slipped out of my bum at the same time, I was helped up into a seated position. I was given a glass of neat vodka while the two brothers discussed who was going to cum in my pussy and who was going to cum up my arse, Tom really wanted my bum so while I anaesthetised my throat with vodka, Ben went to the bathroom to wash his cock and take a piss.

Ben lay on his back, Tom moved me into position, he wanted me sitting astride his brother's hips facing him, Tom even lifted my body up and positioned my cunt directly over his brother's cock before lowering me back down again and pushing my upper body forward crashing my tits into Ben's chest. Tom wasn't the least bit gentle as he entered my arse, both men fucked me frenetically until they climaxed at the same moment.

The three of us went into the shower together and washed off the sweat of our afternoon's exertions. Once I was dry, I simply stepped into the puddle of material on the floor where I'd let my dress fall and I just bent down, found the collar, wrapped it around my neck and fastened the hooks and eyes at the back and stood up again, I was as dressed as I was going to be in just a second.

Elle was waiting outside the bedroom door with a trolley full of cleaning products, she blushed as I walked out of the room, I said, "Hi Elle, how's your mum?"

She blushed a deep red, "Hi Mrs Clarke, my mum's not too well at the moment, she's had to stop working and go on unemployment and can't make ends meet, that's why I'm working here to bring in some money instead of just being a drain on what little she gets!"

I gave her a reassuring smile, "This place is a lot of fun, I can think of a million worse jobs than this for a girl to do!"

Elle nodded and then her blush deepened when she realised that I'd been in the bedroom with two men for over two hours, she'd seen me eating with Ben earlier and seen me going up to the bedroom with him but there was suddenly another man with me.

Ben introduced Elle to Thomas and he explained to her that Tom would be training her when she felt ready to start learning the ropes.

Elle shook Tom's hand and thanked him for the chance to work locally, "I'm ready to start my training as soon as you are sir."

Tom leaned in and kissed her on her lips and then he gestured with his head back into the room, "You may as well start now, why don't you go in there and undress for me Elle!"

Her face reddened a little more but she nodded her head and stepped past me and entered the bedroom leaving her cleaning trolley in the passageway. I was about to walk back down to the bar area with Ben but Tom caught my arm and he pulled me into the bedroom with him and Elle, "You may as well do a little more training as well Vicky!"

Elle was naked, she was told to get on the bed as Tom unfastened the collar of my dress and let it fall to the floor again and Tom used my body as a learning aid as he taught Elle how to make a woman feel special if she's paying for sex and also how to put on an exciting show for a man, if he's paying her for a lesbian show...either with another whore or, sometimes, even with his own wife.

I have to say that it turned my stomach a little having sex with a woman, even more so that the woman was a sixteen year old school friend of my daughter's from her class at school.

32,000 Words.

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