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The Husband Is Usually The Last To Know
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, M/b, Incest, Rape?

I was out and about as usual, one of the drawbacks of our family business being spread out over ten square miles of rural Northamptonshire and Leicestershire. I'd been to the garage, the furthest outpost of the Clarke Empire, my younger brother, Simon, ran the garage and plant hire side of our empire, he was a wizard agricultural machinery engineer but his bookkeeping left a lot to be desired and every time I had to fight his records I just had to slap the back of his head to try and knock some kind of bookkeeping sense into him.

I was looking forward to my afternoon cup of tea, put my feet up with a book and a slice of cake for half an hour before I had to go to Glebe Farm and run my father through the week's business issues, he'd really stepped back since his eightieth birthday but still wanted to know all of the in's and out's of his business empire.

I turned off of the main road into the village and had to wait for the village bus to move away from the bus stop, I spotted Elizabeth Baker struggling off of the bus, the platform was too high for her without a raised pavement to step down onto, I'd have to petition the council to build a pavement at the side of the road into our village, that, or move the bus stop to a position where there was already a pavement at the side of the road.

Elizabeth was one of our company's pensioners, she had worked for my father for forty years and when she retired she was given a bungalow on our land on the edge of our village that our construction company built especially for her, I designed it and managed the planning permissions to allow a building on virgin farm land on the edge of the village, my brother Paul's team constructed it, Simon used one of his covered trailers to move Elizabeth's furniture from the farmhouse that she lived in while she managed our calf rearing business for us...looking after Elizabeth Baker in her retirement had been a family affair for ten years now, I looked on her as an older sister. I got out of my car and jogged over to help her off of the bus, then I helped her into my car and drove her the mile from the bus stop to her bungalow.

Elizabeth settled into her seat and thanked me for the lift and went on to say, "How's Vicky doing?"

"She's a lot better now thanks Mrs Baker, it still hurts her eyes a lot if she gets caught in bright sunlight but she can see a little better after the operation was totally successful!"

"Any idea when she'll start repairing computers again?"

"She hasn't mentioned...well, to be honest, since the last time she went totally blind, she doesn't seem to plan to do anything, she just does things when she feels up to it and leaves the rest to us, Sarah is helping out a lot...you having problems with your laptop?"

"It's playing up, I was zooming with my granddaughter on Saturday and it all went hinky, now I can't get it to do anything and it's the only way I can keep in touch with my grandkids."

I was just driving past Elizabeth's house, I was going to turn at the end of the road so that I could let her out on the path in front of her house and I thought, 'Hell, if Vicky doesn't feel up to it, I'll take Elizabeth's laptop into the shop and pay for it to be repaired myself...even if my wife would kill me after if she found out!'

"I could take it to see if my wife is up to looking at it Mrs Baker...if you like?"

Elizabeth thanked me and I helped her out of my car and carried her bag up the path to her house, I spotted a settlement crack in her hall and used my mobile phone to call Paul and ask him to send someone out to repair it and redecorate her hallway for her. I took her laptop and power supply back to my car.

When I left home at six o'clock in the morning, I'd left Vicky in bed...or rather...in her bedroom, according to the kids, sometimes she just sat up in her bedroom all night when her eyes were hurting her and because the source of her pain was so closely connected to her brain, there was little effective pain relief from paracetamol.

When I reached the house, I put Elizabeth's laptop in my study before calling out to Vicky, "Are you there darling?"

Her voice came from the dining room, "In here John, you want a cup of tea now or later?"

I went into her, the curtains were closed, "Eyes hurting again darling?"

"I overdid it earlier, I went out in the back garden to trim the back hedge down a little...I'll have to wait for the sun to go down a little before I go out and clear up the trimmings!"

"You know that Ron's labourers would be only too happy to do whatever you need in the garden, all you have to do is ring my brother and he'll send one of them over to help!"

"Ron's men are too busy, they're digging out the foundations for Paul's new development and laying his drains and every drainage ditch around the farms need cleaning out, not to mention the rest of the farm work that has to be done every day. I can just do a little in the garden every day."

I smiled at her, my wife always wanted her independence, she had scored top marks in her arboriculture course at agricultural college and she felt that no one else on the farm understood trees and bushes quite like she did, mind you, no one else understood computers like her either.

"Elizabeth Baker was wondering if you were up to looking at her laptop!"

Vicky asked how bad Elizabeth's laptop was, "Totally dead from what she told me!"

Vicky said, "Elizabeth needs her laptop to keep in touch with her grandkids, I'd rather not sit staring at a computer screen for hours on end but she needs that computer, I'll look at it for her...are you finished for the day now?"

"Almost, got to report in to dad but that's all!"

Vicky picked up her sunglasses, special nineteen fifties model with two inch diameter lenses that seemed to cover half of her face but they were excellent at shutting out stray light from the edges, I'll get you a nice slice of cake to go with your cup of tea, build your sugar levels up...you could call on Elizabeth and collect her laptop on your way to the main farm house!"

I would have made my own cup of tea but knew that Vicky wouldn't hear of it so while she did my little snack, I went to my study and picked Elizabeth's laptop and took it into the dining room.

Vicky brought a tray with my tea and cake back to the dining room, "Oh, you already brought Elizabeth's laptop home!"

"If you hadn't felt up to looking at it, I would have paid Computer Cave to fix it for her!"

"Computer Barn...never...ever trust those hacks at Computer Barn to fix anything above the level of complexity of a pushbike!"

Vicky was already swearing at Elizabeth's computer by the time that I'd finished my cup of tea and eaten my slab of flap-jack. I risked kissing her forehead before leaving to report in to my father...

"Uncle John just rang for you dad, the Baker bungalow on Farm Close has settlement cracks and it'll need fixing, plastering and redecorating...Richard Davenport will be finishing off in Wellingborough soon, shall I get him to call in on the bungalow on his way back to the office to see what he thinks needs doing to it?"

I was actually surprised at Helen, she was only seventeen years old and had been working as my PA on an apprenticeship at her mother's insistence when she realised that I was fucking my old PA every day of the week so Sarah, my wife, felt that she wasn't getting her share and she thought that I wouldn't want to fuck my own daughter at work, so she'd get more bedroom action out of me.

I remembered back to the first time I met Elizabeth and I snapped out a "No...Elizabeth Baker is one of our company's longest serving members of staff, a much respected pensioner, she deserves my personal attention!"

Helen shook her head, she knew me so well, she knew that there was bound to be some sexual connection or I wouldn't have volunteered to leave the office to visit a house that we'd built three years ago.

Elizabeth Baker had been employed to look after rearing our father's calves by day when she was twenty two years old, calf rearing for eight hours and be available to our father in the evening whenever he was horny. As I climbed into my car I knew that I'd be okay for a shag from Liz because it had been John that spotted the settlement cracks, if it had been Ron or Simon that spotted the cracks in the plaster, they would have fucked her and she wouldn't need my cock for a few days but John was a 'goody-two-shoes', he'd never had a sexual thought in his life...I'll never know how he managed to father three kids...well, the rest of the family had our suspicions, and it involved my dad.

Mum would never go to any function where alcohol was available and because my father was an important businessman, he absolutely had to have a lady on his arm at those business functions, so he used to take my wife, Sarah, or my older brother Ron Junior's wife, Mary. Even Simon's girlfriend from time to time, when Simon had a girlfriend who was willing to help the family out. Vicky had been married to John for two years in twenty oh-three, Mary was supposed to go with dad to London for the Easter charity dinner dance at the Mansion House but she fell sick at the last moment, Sarah was heavily pregnant with Helen, so she couldn't go and Simon was between girlfriends so dad got no help there and Vicky agreed at the last minute to accompany dad on his trip to London. Fortunately for dad, Vicky and Mary were very similar sizes because my dad had bought Mary a full wardrobe of clothes for the three day bank holiday weekend, Vicky was two inches taller than Mary but all other measurements were the same so dad encouraged Vicky to just take Mary's case and wear all of the new clothes that dad had bought for Mary to wear all weekend.

Now, everyone in the family, apart from John, knew that dad always booked the same suite in his favourite hotel in London, it was a twin room that dad shared with whichever woman he took down with him, twin beds but they weren't twin single beds, they were two king-size beds next to each other and dad often pushed the two beds together to give him a twelve foot wide playing surface.

When they got home on Monday, I made a 'Bee-line' for John's house to ask Vicky if she'd been on the London eye, visited the Tower Of London, Madam Tussauds, the Houses of Parliament, Mayfair? The answer to all questions was 'No'...I waited until John was out of the room and said, "So, what you're saying is, you spent three hours at the dinner dance and thirty-nine hours in the hotel bedroom...did dad introduce you to a few of his friends in that massive bed Vicky?"

Vicky's hair was flame red and that question had turned her face even redder than her hair...fortunately, her face had cooled down a little by the time John returned to the room and he complained at me that I'd been teasing his wife again...me, Ron Junior and Simon loved flirting with Vicky behind John's back, it was like a sport...we gave the brother who made her blush the most for a point and the first to reach ten points, the other two bought their drinks all night long at the pub!

Nine months after the Mansion House dinner dance, Vicky gave birth to Sarah, named after my wife because Vicky admired the way that Sarah looked after Helen. Now, there would never be any proof, but it would have to have been a massive coincidence if nine months after the fucking of her life, Vicky gave birth and the child wasn't inseminated by my father...well, it could have been one of my father's business partners, I'm sure that he would have arranged for three or four of his friends to share his good fortune and give him a rest between fucks but not to give Vicky a chance to cool down, he would have been sure that if she got her senses back during a rest period, she would have run a mile.

Well, young Sarah definitely had the look, the family genes in her matrix so it was probably my dad's baby or John's, I doubted that John ever fucked his wife properly in their married life and he definitely didn't touch her before they got married.

I chuckled to myself while remembering our family tradition...when Ron junior reached his thirteenth birthday, dad told him that it was time to learn how to please a woman, I was only twelve years old but I was taken along with Ron by our father to Pickering Farm House, Pickering Farm was our calf rearing centre under the management of one of our father's many girlfriends, Elizabeth Baker.

Dad took us up to a bedroom, he got me and Ron to strip off totally, then dad stripped off as well and suddenly the bedroom door opened and Elizabeth walked in, she was totally naked, just like the three of us. Dad taught us how to kiss a woman, how to give her pleasure, how to give her oral sex and then dad fucked her while me and my brother watched up close and after dad had given Elizabeth her millionth orgasm, he pulled his cock out of her, turned to face us, pointing his red and angry looking cock at us, "I would normally cum in her cunt at this point but that would make it a little messy for Ron to follow me in her so I'm going to let Ron fuck her while she sucks your cock for you Paul!"

I had to wait another year to actually fuck Helen myself but I did visit her regularly for a little oral sex and mutual masturbation. And then I laughed openly like a loon as I set out on the road to Elizabeth's house. My wife had inserted our daughter into my office as my PA to stop me fucking the staff every day, if only she knew...

When Helen reached her thirteenth birthday, I waited until her mother was getting ready to go out for the afternoon with her current tennis coach for her tennis lesson, it had to be table tennis this time though because the lesson was inside a dirty old caravan on the Gipsy camp for three hours solid...anyway, I went into Helen's bedroom out of earshot of her mother and asked her if she thought that it was time for her to have a boyfriend yet?

There was an instant uplift in her spirit as she nodded her head enthusiastically. I sat on her bed next to her and explained our family's feeling about starting sex, "You can't start having full sex this week, you're in the middle of your most fertile time of your cycle..." having her father mention her periods caused Helen to blush, "...I'm willing to teach you everything that you need to know about sex but if that would be a little too weird for you, I can ask your Grandpa Ron to break you in or Uncle Ron or Simon, all three of them would love to teach you everything you need to know about sex...not love though, sex and love have nothing to do with each other!"

I left her to think about everything that I'd said but I left one final option hanging in the air, "If you'd rather learn from a boy of your own age, you can invite a boy home next week when your mother goes out to play next and you can have privacy with him for three hours in here!"

I went to my games room overlooking the drive and watched Sarah walking to her car with a swish in her tail, it didn't take a genius to realise that she wasn't dressed to play tennis, she was hardly dressed at all, she definitely wasn't wearing a bra, her tits were bouncing far too much for that and as she backed into her car, I spotted beaver pelt under the hem of her micro-mini dress, so she wasn't wearing her knickers either.

As Sarah closed her car door, the door to my games room opened and Helen walked in, she'd changed her clothes slightly, she had been wearing a 'One Direction' top and tight jeans in her bedroom, now she was wearing a dressing gown. I looked over at her, looked down at her bare legs, "What do you think darling, would you like me to call someone or..." I left that thought hanging and Helen responded by pulling the bow at the side of her dressing gown's belt and let it fall to the floor.

"No daddy, I'd rather you helped to teach me."

And teach her I did, we had a three hour long practical lesson, I told her that I couldn't actually use my cock in her cunt because of the danger of making a baby together, she produced a condom out of her dressing gown's pocket, "Could we use this?"

So I relented and I used the condom on her but I explained that fucking with a condom was nothing like fucking without one, I'd have to be really careful that the condom didn't get over stressed and as soon as I climaxed, I'd have to withdraw instantly rather than having a cuddle while my cock shrank inside her.

We were still naked when her mother drove down the driveway to the house, I slapped her bum and sent her off to have a shower before her mother caught her stinking of sex...I knew that her mother would never have smelled sex on Helen because she'd just been fucked for three hours herself.

So, instead of Helen being in my office stopping me having sex with the staff, I now fucked Helen most days instead. On that first day I'd told Helen that she must never tell her mother or any of her aunties about having sex with me but that it was okay to tell Ron, Simon or her grandfather if she wanted them to fuck her as well but never to tell her Uncle John as he didn't understand anything about sex.

There was a twist a year later when Helen brought her Cousin Sarah home one Sunday, just after her mother left for her usual 'Tennis lesson', this time, her coach lived in a fifth floor flat in Leicester so it took her far longer to manage her three hour long lesson.

Helen was holding Sarah's hand as they walked into my games room, "Daddy, Uncle John won't allow Sarah to have a boyfriend, even though she turned thirteen a month ago...will you teach her how to have sex please?"

The memories of that day had my cock hard and throbbing, dribbling pre-cum and soaking my underpants remembering how Helen helped me with Sarah, I fucked Helen first so that Sarah could see what was about to happen to her and to change her mind...Helen wouldn't allow me to pull out, she wanted to feel me spurt in her before she handed me over to Sarah, even though that meant that it would take me longer to cum for the second time when I was in Sarah and if I hurt her when I opened her up, it would be harder on her if it took me twice as long.

Two years later, Sarah brought her younger sister, Dawn, to me on Dawn's thirteenth birthday because it was her safest time and I fucked Dawn as well as her sister on Dawn's thirteenth birthday...my present to the girl.

I was at Elizabeth's house and had to try to kill my exciting memory flashbacks.

The front door opened, "Hi Liz darling, John called me, you have some cracks that need filling!"

I was shown the huge crack in the hallway and two on the living room wall, all the cracks were in the south west corner of the property so it wasn't simple settlement, I remembered from building the house that one of the two down-pipes taking rainwater from the roof to the sewers ran down the other side of that corner of the house. It only took me few seconds to spot the problem, Liz had planted a lilac tree on that corner of the property and the ground was soggy at the bottom of that tree, the leaves were showing signs of distress too because the roots of the tree were waterlogged so the tree had displaced the pipe work under ground and the volume of rainwater had washed away the foundations on that corner so I knew that the pipes would need to be re-laid, the corner underpinned and after all that, the walls repaired. I explained all of that to Liz and then I said, "Any more cracks that you need filling Liz darling?"

She led me to her bedroom and stripped off, she was on her back on the bed with her legs wide open and her knees up in the air, one hand on each side of her cunt, pulling her body open, "I have this massive crack here that needs filling!"

I buried my bone at five o'clock in the afternoon and was still humping her at ten in the evening...Liz may well be over sixty but she had the body and sexual appetite of a woman half her age. I always found fucking Liz an energising act and even after a five hour fuck, I still wanted more but Liz was feeling sore so I reluctantly had to leave her even though I still wanted more.

As I drove home, I spotted something strange, my sister-in-law Vicky was out walking in the dark with dark glasses on, she was either wearing a very thin summer dress or a nighty and nothing else out on the main road between our village and the nearby town. I parked in the bus lay-by, it wouldn't piss anyone off as the last bus had already long gone. I followed Vicky into a meadow that had been harvested for silage earlier in the week so it was just a soft green sword under her feet, I stumbled over a pair of wellingtons just inside the gateway to the meadow, Vicky's wellingtons...she was now walking in the field bare foot!

I walked up behind her and grabbed her, my left hand over her mouth and my right hand, under her right arm and mauled her right tit. I bit the back of her neck hard and then, with my teeth still clamped on her skin, I growled, "Don't scream!"

Vicky nodded her head so I slipped my left hand down from her mouth to her left breast and continued mauling both breasts as I kept biting her neck hard, I was very emotional, I'd been flirting and trying to get Vicky in my bed for twenty years and suddenly I had her tits in my hands and was rubbing my cock against her buttocks, well, her dress covered buttocks. I let go of her left breast, my left hand dropped to the back hem at the bottom of her dress or nighty, I'd released my cock so I had contact between bare cock and bare arse, I growled again, "Up your arse or in your cunt?"

Vicky's legs seemed to give way under her but it was a deliberate move on her part, she dropped to the floor, rolled onto her back and lay there on the grass. I was still holding her dress in my left hand so as she rolled onto her back, her dress twisted around her neck and totally covered her head. The neck hole of her dress was trapped under her chin and she started to fight...but not me, she was fighting her dress to get the neck hole of her dress up higher, she stopped fighting as her dress exposed her nose but still covered her eyes.

I looked down at her body, a wild strawberry patch of ginger hair was just standing out above her alabaster skin, her feet were flat on the grass, legs wide apart and knees pointing to the sky, almost the same pose as Liz had been in but Vicky wasn't pulling her cunt open, begging me to fill her crack.

It suddenly dawned on me that Vicky couldn't possibly have recognised my voice and it was almost totally dark and she was wearing very dark glasses as well...Vicky probably thought that I was a rapist, a stranger attacking her in the night. I was worried about it but I was so turned on that there was no way that I could stop the inevitable after over twenty years of chasing her arse...I dropped on her and stabbed my cock into her pussy.

I fucked her for twenty minutes, she was slow to climax but once she got there it was a screamer of an orgasm, I ended up covering her mouth with mine, just to block a little of the sound that she was making. I'd had three orgasms with Liz so I didn't suppose that there would be another one any time soon and I was beginning to think that I should come clean and tell her who it was pounding his cock into her cunt but then I heard voices in the distance, John was calling Vicky's name in the top meadow of Glebe Farm, Sarah was shouting 'Mum' in the wood between the lay-by where I'd parked my car and their house. I could hear Dawn's voice a lot fainter, Dawn was in the village and she was calling out for her mother as well while William, the youngest of the three of Vicky and John's kids was in the park on the other side of the lay-by shouting out for their mother as well.

I hesitated...paused a beat, Vicky reacted instantly, she lifted her feet above my buttocks and stabbed her heals down hard into my arse to spur me back into fucking her and then she was making the pace with her heals as if I were a horse and she was riding me rather than the other way around.

Sarah's, John's and William's voices were moving closer to us as Vicky forced me into my orgasm in the fastest way that she could. John had crossed from Glebe farm's land into the field that I was fucking his wife in, fortunately John was on the far corner, diagonally opposite where I was nailing his wife. I could just make out his shape in the distance because of the moon being behind him...Sarah's voice was closer, she was searching for a way through from the woods into the field attached to the old Pickering Farm, providing winter feed for the calves being reared there.

Vicky growled now, "Fill my cunt you bastard, fill me up and fuck off before my husband or kids see you"

Hearing Vicky, the usually quiet church mouse, talk like that caught me off guard, that and the fact that I could now clearly see my brother in the shaft of moonlight walking in my direction...I exploded into Vicky's cunt...I instantly regretted doing it, Vicky was ultra fertile and if it was anywhere close to her danger period, she would definitely be pregnant from the load of spunk that I'd just dropped into her cunt.

I pulled out of her and ran low to the ground to the hedgerow by the side of the road, I heard Sarah shout out, "Dad, I can see her...I can see mum on the floor over there!"

I looked over my shoulder, Sarah had just entered the field and was pointing a flash light at her naked mother. I heard a sound and stopped dead in my tracks, William came crashing over the little bridge spanning the field's drainage ditch, swollen with recent rainwater. He was following the spot of light from his sister's torch, illuminating his mother's naked body on the ground.

I slipped silently across the bridge and ran to my car in the bus lay-by and onward to home.

It had been a good few years since the last time I was so excited and my heart was still pounding when I reached home.

I thought, 'Once John calls the police...I'm going to be in the shit, they'll test my semen in her cunt and they're bound to test John's semen as well and see the similarities between the semen collected and John's...then they'll test the whole family and I'll be caught and charged with rape!'

Sarah was on the phone when I walked in, she looked really agitated, "Don't take your shoes off Paul, we've got to go out...Vicky has been raped and your brother wants all hands out beating the bushes looking for the man who raped her."

I could have saved a whole lot of people, a whole lot of trouble, just by admitting that it was me that had just raped my sister-in-law.

There was an ambulance and three police cars with their blue lights flashing at the side of the road by Pickering's meadow when Sarah and I arrived, Sarah ran to Vicky to comfort her in the back of the ambulance while a group of twenty men gathered in the field for a briefing from a police officer.

"Gentlemen, we're looking for a freshly discarded condom, there was a 'Durex featherlite' foil wrapper at the side of where the rape took place, the rapist could have dropped the used condom anywhere in this field, the wood or out on the road, what we do know is, this field was cut for silage this afternoon so the condom wrapper was deposited in the last four or five hours so chances are that it was deposited by the rapist."

With torches in hand, twenty villagers and family members walked over the field and woodland paths, looking for freshly discarded condoms. When we found one we whistled for the police officer to come over, photograph the spent condom and put it into an evidence bag.

I found myself next to William at one point, he found a fresh latex sausage skin, whistled for attention and stood by while the police officer went though the 'PACE' requirements for gathering evidence. William and I walked in the direction of Glebe Farm through the wood, William was using a stick to swish the branches and grass tufts out of the way, I was just wafting my torch from side to side because I knew that the rapist hadn't used a condom at all.

"Uncle Paul..."

"Yes William!"

"It's my thirteenth birthday next week...Sarah and Dawn both told me to mention to you that...erm, I might need a little help to turn into a man...if you know what I mean?"

I smiled in the dark, shone my torch into William's face, he was blushing like a lobster thermidor...under the circumstances, I shouldn't have had any more sexual thoughts in my head but William had brought it up.

"Who were you thinking of practicing on...my Helen or your sisters?"

His blush deepened, "I'd love to try Helen or my sister Sarah for my first time."

There won't be any problem getting either of those two young ladies to help you to lose your virginity, come to my house next Sunday after noon...don't tell your mother or father!"

My Sarah caught up with me as William was condom hunting on a path that forked off to the right, back towards Pickering's meadow.

"The man who raped Vicky used a condom so she isn't worried about STDs or pregnancy, did you hear, she fell off the bridge into the drain as John was trying to help her to the roadside...she went down to her chin in the torrent of water so there's no chance of any contact DNA on her body from her attacker.

Well, I was really confused, I hadn't used a condom so I wondered why Vicky had said that I had used one and was the fall into the water an accident or was it deliberate to cleanse any DNA evidence from her body.

My eyes had been giving me hell all morning, I'd been out working in my back garden earlier when it was overcast and suddenly the clouds thinned out and I was in full sun. Even though I rushed into the house, the sun had done its worst and the pain level in my eyes doubled. I was sitting in the darkened dining room when John got home, he'd brought Elizabeth Baker's laptop for me to look at

I was doubly pissed off with Elizabeth, I'd offered to install an anti-virus program on her laptop but she had told me that all she was planning on using her computer for was talking to her kids and grandkids so she wouldn't need one and now her laptop was showing all the signs of a ransom ware attack. I'd been fighting her laptop for six hours when I suddenly needed to get away from everyone and everything, I'd left the computer running a diagnostic program at eight o'clock, I knew that it would take an hour so I used that time to have my shower and get changed into my nighty for bed. I returned to Elizabeth's laptop at nine o'clock, half way through the diagnostic, the laptop had crashed and frozen showing forty-nine percent complete.

I was totally frustrated and kicked her computer back into life and had to restart the scan all over again, so I knew that it would take another hour so I pulled my wellingtons on, told John that I was going for a walk to calm myself down a little. John had offered to walk with me but I told him that I needed to be alone.

I walked to Pickering's Meadow, even though it was dark, I knew that the field had been harvested so I could walk over the thirty acre meadow without worrying about tripping over anything or getting snagged by any brambles or stinging nettles.

I came across a couple, an older man, perhaps in his sixties, a little older than my husband and the girl with him was barely out of her teens, if it had been daylight, I would probably have recognised the girl as one of my eldest daughter's friends, Sarah was friends with every girl in the area between fifteen and twenty years old.

I was right there, just a foot or so away as a random moon beam illuminated the spot in the meadow where the two were transacting their business. I saw him rip the condom open and watched as the girl rolled the condom down his cock. I watched the two of them fuck and I felt really jealous of the girl. It had been many years since I was last fucked, I had been scheduled to go to Brighton with my father-in-law, a three day conference so four days sharing a bedroom with him, a few nice meals and a whole lot of sex...when Ron was busy in the conference hall, he usually arranged one or two of his friends to entertain me in bed, friends that were at the conference but not needed in the hall at the same time as Ron but typically, I'd had an internal bleed in my right eye, the blood totally obscured my sight, and because my left eye just didn't work anymore, the blood filling my right eye had turned me totally blind.

Mary took my place in Brighton with our father-in-law and I went into hospital to have the fluid in my eye drained and replaced with mineral oil...Mary had a broad grin on her fucking face for a whole month after the Brighton conference. One time, when she visited me in hospital, I asked her who she'd been with apart from Ron, the cow couldn't even remember how many men had fucked her at the hotel but it was in the order of twelve to fourteen over the four days...not counting Ron!

When the man fucking the girl in the meadow sounded like he was entering his end game, I turned to walk away. I was out at the side of the main road when I heard the sound of John's brother Paul's Jeep coming over the hill. I was now close to the village turn and before Paul's lights hit me, I turned with a flounce to walk back to Pickering's meadow. Paul had been flirting with me for over twenty years and the way I was feeling, I was ready to let Paul reach his target with me. I knew that Paul was a horn-dog and would fuck anything with a hole so I just walked along swishing my tail, letting my nighty flick up and flash my bum as I walked along.

I passed the man who had been fucking the girl in the meadow, he threw a used condom in the bin in the lay-by and climbed into a Volvo 'V70' to drive off...I had no idea where the girl had gone.

I heard Paul climb down out of the front seat of the beast, it had started life as a four litre Jeep but he had put longer springs and shocks, bigger, fatter tyres and filled the engine compartment with a seven litre 'V8' lump from Cadillac. There was no car in Northamptonshire that sounded quite like Paul's penis extension...I really hoped that he got his cock size from his father and not his brother John as John was a grave disappointment to me!

I slowed to an almost stop when I saw the condom wrapper on the floor where the old man had fucked the young girl. I wasn't sure how far behind me Paul was but as I looked down at the condom wrapper, Paul made his move, he grabbed me from behind, mauled my tits and then asked me if I wanted him up my arse or in my cunt...I'd let his father and a few of his Greek friends fuck me up my bum but I didn't really like it, I wanted my cunt filled, I wanted a mind blowing orgasm and I didn't really care who did me!

I was in the middle of a lovely chain of orgasms when I heard my family out looking for me because I'd been out for two hours when I'd told my husband that I'd only be out for one hour and now, John and all three kids were out looking for me.

Paul got cold feet but I wouldn't let him pull out, I dug my heels in to force him to fuck me harder, faster and he suddenly exploded in me. Part of me had wanted John to catch his brother fucking me but then, I was happy to just let him find me naked and fucked into a stupor in the middle of a meadow. I'd have to sort things out to prevent any forensic evidence being used to track Paul down, I already knew that there was a condom wrapper under my arse, so I would say that he used a condom when he fucked me and I'd try to arrange a little slip into water somewhere so that there were no traces on my skin, then I'd torture John over the next few weeks by telling him every disgusting thing my rapist had done to me as well as a few things that I'd invent as well.

There could be more...

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The Husband Is Usually The Last To Know Part 2

I blamed myself, I knew just how fragile my wife was and I gave her Elizabeth's laptop to fix, I had no idea just how difficult some computer issues could be to fix. Vicky was ready for bed, she'd left Elizabeth's computer running through a diagnostic that should have pointed out the area of the hard drive that had been infiltrated by the virus but the computer crashed and after so many hours of eye straining work, Vicky had to reset things and start all over again.

Vicky had started a scan going again and told me that she just had to get out of the house, I asked her if she wanted me to walk with her but she almost bit my head off, I checked the date, I put her bad temper down in part to her eyes, in part to Elizabeth's computer but mainly her time of the month, she was crabby because she was either on her period or was about to start it.

Vicky had told me that she would be out for no more than an hour as that was how long the PC scan would take...so, when she was still out two hours later, I started to worry about her, and, as it turned out, I was right to worry about her, I found her in Pickering's meadow, she was on the ground, totally naked, I'd seen the man who raped her...just a glimpse of him in a flash of moonlight, he was about five hundred yards away from me when I saw him, I was torn between chasing after him and rushing to see to my wife.

Our eldest daughter came from Glebe Wood and picked out Vicky on the freshly mown grass with her flashlight. It was actually the first time that I'd seen my wife totally naked...Vicky was a very private and shy woman, she never wanted to be exposed to me or our kids and I have to say, I wasn't overly keen on being naked in front of anyone either!

I expected Vicky to pull her dress back on as soon as she came to her senses but she didn't, she didn't want her dress to come anywhere close to her body. Sarah helped her mother to the field gate by the road, I'd already called the police and told them about my wife's attacker and the area car was en-route to our location. Vicky slipped in the dark and almost drowned in the main land drain because she slipped off of the simple planking bridge over the swollen rainwater drain and Vicky had never learnt to swim combined with the total darkness and her confused state all conspired against her in the water which was almost five feet deep.

The ambulance arrived just as we managed to haul Vicky out of the water, she allowed the ambulance man to wrap her naked body in a blanket and he took her over the bridge to sit in the back of the ambulance. I was comforting my wife as the police officer made his preliminary interview in the back of the ambulance. Vicky told him that her rapist had used a condom when he actually fucked her...I gasped when I heard my usually prim and proper wife saying the word 'Fuck' to a total stranger. The condom wrapper was found by the spot where the rape took place.

Sarah did a ring-around everyone that she knew, she got up a posse of friends and family to find the condom that the rapist had used on her mother, Sarah wanted to get DNA evidence before it was watered down by the next summer shower.

It was two o'clock in the morning before we got home, Vicky packed our three kids off to bed and then she told me that she didn't want to be alone, she wanted to share my bed with me. I'd never actually wanted to spend an entire night with anyone before in my life. When we were making our family, I would simple visit Vicky's bedroom, spend twenty minutes with her and then return to my own bedroom to sleep. I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep if Vicky was in my bedroom but after her rape, a sleepless night was a small price to pay.

I wore my pyjamas in bed, I always did, Vicky started out wearing just her nighty, as she cuddled close in to me in bed, I realised that she wasn't wearing her bra or knickers under her nighty. We lay in silence when Vicky said, "Are you sleeping darling?"

"No!"

"Do you want a divorce?"

"Why would I want a divorce darling, earlier, it wasn't your fault, some men are just animals.

Vicky complained that her night dress was uncomfortable on her body, when she fell in the drain, she'd scratched her body and dragging her out had scratched her even more. Vicky almost ripped her nighty off in the bed next to me and as she cuddled into me, she told me all about her rape all over again.

I'm ashamed to say it but listening to all those filthy words, listening to what that animal did to her actually got me all excited and at four o'clock in the morning, I fucked my wife for the first time in thirteen years...I didn't make love to her, I fucked her like an animal!

Whenever I'd lain with my wife in the past, she had been totally passive, she had opened her legs for me and she lay perfectly still while I did what I had to do but tonight, she wouldn't just lie there and take me into her, she was like a wildcat, she was wriggling and bucking under me, she was clawing my back with her nails, she was pushing me to fuck her harder, fuck her faster, she even spoke for the first time ever while I was in bed with her, she was talking really filthy, I doubted that a Shanghais sailor would have understood half the things that she was saying. She even asked me if I wanted to fuck her mouth...something that revolted me but strangely, after what had happened, her asking me to fuck her mouth had actually tipped me over the edge. I climaxed and Vicky did as well, the first time that she had reached an orgasm under me...the Jesuits who taught at my middle school had always taught us that only a whore had an orgasm..."A married woman would never submit herself to such animalistic behaviour!"

So imagine just how shocked I was when my wife actually reached her first ever climax with me, rather than being revolted by her, I found it quite endearing and actually fell in love with her all over again.

Vicky fell asleep as soon as I rolled off of her body, I told her that she should put her nighty back on but I was met by the sound of gentle snoring. I covered her body with the bed linen but she became restless, kicked the sheets off of her body, she settled down again once her body was uncovered. I'd say settled down but she was far from still, she rolled her body into mine, hooked her right knee over my right hip, her right breast covering my right arm and every few seconds, even though she was fast asleep, she rubbed her pubic bone against my thigh as a horny dog might hump the postman's leg. I'd never been big on sex, never wanted to do it more than once a month or even less frequently than that but, even after a mind blowing fuck just an hour or so earlier, I found myself wanting to roll her over onto her back and do her again...and I would have, if I could have done it without waking her up.

At five am I found myself moving my hand, her weight on my right arm had cut the blood supply to my hand a little and I was trying to exercise the blood through my fingers and realised that my fingers were actually massaging my wife's pubic hair as I struggled to get the blood flowing properly again. It was actually the first time that my fingers had touched that part of her body in all the time that I'd known her. Vicky stirred as my fingertips brushed through her personal hair, she rolled a little more into me, her body arched, her lips sought out mine in her dream and because of her altered position, my fingertips were now touching her vagina and as she kissed me, she humped her pussy against my hand, my fingers touching my wife's moist inner body for the first time. Vicky's body shuddered a little, a minor climax followed by a sighed "Thank you!" and her right hand slithered down my body and came to a rest on top of my cock, she was holding my cock in a light grip as her breathing returned to a gentle snore once more.

I found myself rolling my hips gently, my cock sliding through her fingers, sawing up and down, her fingers tightened slightly and I had my own climax, my first ever by masturbation, my seed soaking her hand and the front of my pyjamas. I marvelled that we had both reached a small orgasm just from each other's fingers on our genitals. My heavy breathing at my point of climax had disturbed her fringe, causing strands of hair to fall onto her cheek and bothered her, her right hand left my cock still spurting my semen, she brushed her hair and I saw my fresh seed dripping from her fingers and onto the corner of her mouth, she started to mumble in her sleep and I watched as a string of my sperm fell from the back of her hand and landed on the corner of her mouth.

I gasped as I saw her face turn slightly and she actually sucked a little of my seed into her mouth, there was a mumbled, "Thank you darling!" followed by a deep sigh and a loud snort before she settled back into her sleep.

An hour later I heard my eldest daughter, Sarah, shriek out, "Mum! Where are you?"

My bedroom door burst open and Sarah ran into my room, she was in tears as she cried out, "Mum's gone, her bed hasn't been..."

Sarah skidded to a halt as I was trying to cover myself and then her mother with the bed sheets.

I looked at my daughter with new eyes, she was a miniature version of her mother, usually I would have snapped at her for being out of her bedroom dressed only in her bra and knickers but instead of complaining at her, I found myself trying to hide yet another erection that had grown instantly between my legs and from looking at my young daughter's almost naked body.

William suddenly appeared in my doorway, his arm over the middle of his sister's back, "Where's mum...where has she gone?"

William looked over at my bed, his naked mother at my side that I still hadn't managed to cover with blankets, William looked from his naked mother to his almost naked sister and there was an instant growth in his underpants, I managed to force myself to whisper, "You two had better put some clothes on...come on, you know the rules about being respectfully dressed around the house!"

I knew that it was totally wrong, I'd become excited at seeing my seventeen year old daughter's almost naked body and then, William turned up wearing just his underpants and he looked at his mother's naked body, that caused my cock to stiffen more but it almost burst out of my pyjamas when I saw William's hand resting on the side of his sister's knickers and he was sporting a healthy looking erection in his underpants.

None of the coming or going of our kids had disturbed Vicky, when I finally managed to cover her body with the blankets she had reacted by flinging them off again but she never woke up and then, out of the blue, just thirty minutes later, Vicky woke up, all bright and breezy as if a switch had been turned on in her head. She walked across my bedroom still totally naked, she stopped, she looked at where she had thrown her nighty on the floor at the side of the bed and then she looked at the chair that I had dumped my dirty shirt and trousers on, she picked my shirt up, sniffed it and then she put it on herself, fastening just the middle three buttons on the front of it.

"Darling...that's filthy, if you want to wear one of my shirts, at least take a clean one!"

Vicky smiled over at me, she shook her head, "No, I like the smell of this one!"

Vicky called out cheerfully, "Dawn, William, Sarah...Breakfast in thirty minutes, time to get ready for school!"

I hadn't heard that cheery exchange for quite a few years, Vicky usually left the kids to look after their own alarm calls, they knew that they were responsible for getting themselves up in the morning for school and if they had to go to school without breakfast then that would be their own fault and might help them to learn to take responsibility for their own actions.

I'd tossed and turned all night, I should have come clean last night after I fucked Vicky, if I'd told her that I was Paul, they wouldn't have had to get the police involved and I wouldn't be having a sleepless night.

I drove Helen into the office, I told her about her cousin William asking me if I could arrange his special thirteenth birthday party for him, "He's asked if you'd help him to become a man!" Helen smiled at me and she nodded her head.

Helen said, "I'll do him on Sunday while mum is at her tennis lesson but if William is a damp squib, you have to look after me right after...okay?"

I smiled for the first time in ten hours and nodded my head, I didn't even get out of the car, I dropped her off and told her to cancel all of my appointments for today, reschedule them for later in the week and then I went to see John and Vicky. I knocked on the front door, I didn't feel comfortable going around the back as I usually would have done.

Vicky opened the front door and all she was wearing was one of John's dirty shirts, it was the one he was wearing yesterday, I could tell from the grass stains and water marks from where he'd rescued her from the river.

"Morning Vicky...how are you feeling today?"

She gave me a bright smile, "I feel fantastic, thanks, Paul...want a coffee and a bacon sandwich?"

I hadn't actually eaten breakfast, my stomach had been churning all night long so I thanked her and accepted her offer.

I found John in his study, he was dressed for work, I gave him a startled look, "Surely you aren't going into work today, dad will understand that Vicky needs you with her for a few days at least!"

"It's Vicky, she doesn't want me under her feet all day, she's insisting that I go to work!"

Vicky called us to the dining room because our breakfast was ready. I knew that Vicky was a little out of kilter, she was wearing her big sunglasses even though the day was overcast and she was sitting on her dining chair, her knees wide open and her pussy hair was on display, John kissed her and as he did, he pulled the front of the shirt that she was wearing over her lap to cover her pussy but before John sat at the table, Vicky had uncovered her pussy again.

Vicky finished her breakfast first and just sat looking from me to John while we ate our bacon sandwiches and drank our coffee, there was a knock at the back door and Vicky took her cup and plate into the kitchen and then went on to the back door, I heard one of the neighbours talking to her for a few minutes and, as John and I were now finished, I picked up our pots and returned them to the kitchen. Vicky was just closing the back door as I said, "Where do you want these putting?"

Vicky backed into me, crushing my cock against her buttocks, she wiggled her arse against my cock, "I think I'd like it putting here this time...You never seen to get enough time to finish anything these days!"

Well, that seemed a little cryptic to me, Vicky turned and smiled at me just as John walked in, she took the plates and cups out of my hand, she said, "Thank you Paul darling...I'll look after these, why don't you drag John out of here, show him your dirty ledgers, he'll cream his pants looking for every last penny in your accounts!"

I followed John into the street, "John, surely you aren't going to leave Vicky all on her own...not so soon after...well, last night!"

John shrugged his shoulders, "She'll only get mad at me if I don't do what she tells me to do!"

I sat in my car, pondered returning to my office, I had four major building projects that I tried to visit once a day if I was out but I changed my mind and drove to Glebe Farm House to talk to my dad, tell him what I'd done and ask him what I should do next!

When I told my dad what I'd done, I didn't know what reaction to expect but it certainly wasn't the one that I got...the last thing that I'd expected was for him to burst out laughing.

"I'm surprised that she even reported it to the police...she loves to play rape, every time I took her away to a hotel for a function, she insisted that I blindfolded her and then raped her before she'd let me fuck her normally, she was the same every time, always reluctant to start, fight me off and then succumb and once I'd fucked her then she'd do anything and everything that I wanted her to do, the dirtier the better."

I told my dad what happened in the kitchen while John was in the dining room and how confused it made me, he laughed again and he got a pillowcase, handed it to me, "Don't waste any more time here with me, go back to Vicky's house, go round the back and just let yourself in, you'll find her in the dining room with her back to the kitchen, try not to make a sound, it adds to her enjoyment, don't worry if you do make a sound, she will ignore it, put this pillowcase over her head...you may as well take this one but you'll probably find one on the worktop next to the back door, just in case you forgot your own. Put the pillowcase over her head, she'll fight you off, just be firm and forceful with her, ask her if she wants it in her cunt or up her arse, if she falls to the floor on her back, she wants you in her cunt, if she's face down, fuck her up her arse...be as rough as you like, she loves it!"

I thought, 'That's funny...that's exactly what I'd said last night when Vicky fell to the floor on her back...perhaps she thought that I was my father!'

So, Pillowcase in hand, I crept into Vicky's house, let myself into the back door and tiptoed through the kitchen to the dining room, Vicky was sitting with her back to the kitchen, just as my dad had said that she would be. I moved quickly, I covered her head with the pillowcase and twisted it tight around her neck so that she couldn't pull it off. I dragged her to her feet, there was a little play fight, a little half hearted resistance from my sister-in-law and then I remembered the password, I growled, "Do you want my cock up your arse or cunt?"

Vicky fell forward, face down on the dining table. I lifted her shirt tail and slapped her arse really hard, "Open your legs wider...bitch!"

I kept one hand holding the pillowcase around her neck almost chokingly tight as I rammed my cock in her bum hard, she screamed at the top of her lungs, that worried me a little but then I remembered that the dining room was in the fifteenth century part of the house with two foot thick stone walls, I could fire a gun in the dining room and no one would hear it outside.

I banged her as hard as I could, a really punishing fuck and she was protesting, begging me to stop, pleading with me not to kill her, she even said "I'll do anything that you want me to do, just don't kill me!"

Vicky's continual begging and pleading gave me the hardest orgasm of my life and I fell on her back gasping for air, my hand loosened the constriction around her neck.

"You called me a bitch you fucking bastard...I liked the tightness of the pillowcase around my throat though, I'll bet dad didn't tell you to do that...Ron likes to leave my mouth free for kissing!"

I was taken by surprise, so much so that I jumped away from her.

Vicky pulled the pillowcase off of her head, "Come and have a shower with me Paul, I'll clean my shit off of your cock and then we can finish that fuck we started last night!"

"Fucking bitch! I've been shitting myself all fucking night because you called the police in last night!"

"You just called me a bitch again, that's going to cost you two loads of spunk now, one in my cunt and the other in my mouth!"

"Why did you let John call the police if you knew that it was me last night all along?"

"Because I wanted to screw with your brother's head a little...I got the best fuck of our life together last night, I even got him to finger fuck me and use my hand to masturbate himself, three major milestones in one night."

I had a mind blowing day, I fucked Vicky up hill and down dale, I fucked her mouth and then I filled her cunt. I was still fucking her when the school bus brought her three kids home. I ran through the back door pulling my trousers on as I ran from the house, just as the kids marched in through the front door.

Because my dad had told me to sneak into Vicky and John's house by the back door, I'd left my 'Shouty' car at my dad's place and walked the mile to Vicky's house on the field path so that's where I was heading when my phone burbled, a text message from an unknown number, simple message, 'I'll text you the next time I'm desperate to be raped!'

I shook my head in disbelief, I couldn't believe that the quiet little mousy woman that I'd known for over twenty years was such a tramp...to look at her, you'd think that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth but I certainly knew different and I wondered if my brothers knew Vicky like me and my father did.

I'd had a very interesting twenty hours, Sarah, Dawn and William almost walked in on their Uncle Paul fucking me. Paul snuck out the back as the kids rumbled up the stairs just as I was stripping my sweat soaked sheets off of my bed.

There was the usual rolling argument about who got my PC first. I remembered that Sarah had it first yesterday and Dawn the day before, I didn't raise my voice, I just snapped my fingers, the argument ended instantly, I whispered, "William's first today!" and that was it.

In theory, the kids used my computer for their homework but in reality, they used it for social media.

I followed William to the dining room where my computer lived, I saw over his shoulder that he had a message from Helen Clarke, his older cousin. I smiled to myself, just a few minutes earlier I was fucking Helen's father in my husband's bed. I read, 'Hi Bill, my dad told me that you picked me for your birthday present...see you on Sunday at my place, don't tell your mum or dad!"

"You're going to lose your cherry to Helen then darling...you looking forward to it?"

William visibly shit his pants as he tried to kill his email session but then realised that it was too late.

"Don't worry William, I know all about the family tradition of teaching you kids all about practical sex on your thirteenth birthday and I know that Sarah and Dawn chose their Uncle Paul because he is gentler in bed than your Uncle Ron or Simon!"

William did a little deep breathing and then he said, "I'm looking forward to it but I'm scared as well!"

"Why darling?"

"It's okay for a girl, no matter how bad she is at sex, all she has to do it lie there and take it, even if she's really bad at sex, the man will love it but I could look like a total idiot if I can't...you know...rise or if I cum too quickly or...well, any one of a hundred million other things that could happen."

"Have you finished your homework yet?"

William looked at the screen and then back at me, he nodded his head, "Don't forget to thank Helen, tell her that you're looking forward to meeting her on Sunday!"

I waited until William replied to Helen's message and then I called up the stairs, "Dawn, William's finished with my computer now!"

I heard the thunder of feet on the stairs, as usual, Sarah used her greater turn of speed to beat her younger sister in the foot race to the computer but I was ready for her, I caught her across her chest as she tried to run past me, "It's Dawn's turn, you were first yesterday so you're last today...did you clean your running shoes after yesterdays cross country race darling?"

Sarah shook her head.

"You know that those shoes cost four hundred pounds and they need looking after, they need washing carefully, stuffing with dry newspaper and then treating with leather milk to keep them supple!"

I slapped her bottom and sent her on her way to the kitchen and the utility beyond. I looked over at William, when I was sure that he was looking at me, I made an exaggerated gesture with my head towards the stairs.

I walked slowly to the bottom of the stairs, William followed me and then I started to climb ahead of him, a quick glimpse over my shoulder and I knew that he was staring up the back of the shirt that I was wearing as a dress, he could see that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I opened my bedroom door and gestured with my head for him to go in ahead of me.

I sat on my bed and pulled him in front of me, I rubbed the front of his trousers, "Well, it doesn't seem like there will be any issues over getting an erection darling!"

He looked very embarrassed and then I took a different tack, I unfastened the front of my shirt/dress and pushed it off of my shoulders, I sat in front of my soon to be thirteen year old son totally naked, "Well, this is me, you can see everything that you want to see, touch anything that you want to touch and do anything that you want to do...would you like to show me anything?"

William stripped off totally, he'd lost his erection as he undressed from his embarrassment. I reached out and placed my fingers under his balls and lifted them gently, "Would you like me to wank you off...suck your cock for you or would you rather have a go at fucking me?"

William almost fainted into a swoon as he whispered, "All three please!"

I peeled his foreskin back, and noticed redness, "Hasn't your father explained that you have to wash under your foreskin every day to stop you getting an...I'm stupid aren't I, your father would never even admit that you had a cock, never mind talk to you about keeping it clean to prevent infections."

I rubbed his cock for a few minutes and he seemed to like that, I encouraged him to touch my breasts while I gave him a little gentle pleasure with my fingers, then I bent forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucked and licked around his cockhead for two minutes then pulled my mouth away again, "I'm going to suck you all the way off, after you cum in my mouth, we can play for a moment or two but I want you to give me an orgasm with your fingers or mouth and then you can fuck me if you like after I've had my fun!"

William nodded his head enthusiastically.

I went back to sucking his cock again but in a more businesslike way this time, after ten seconds William grabbed my head in his hands and started fucking my mouth, I actually felt his cock grew slightly bigger in my mouth as I worked his blood into a lather and swallowed the tiny spoonful of his seed.

William's cock shrank to nothing as soon as his balls were empty and then I lay on my back, parted my legs and taught him how to please a woman with his mouth or his fingers, it only took him six minutes to regain his erection and another four to get me to my orgasm and as soon as I was happy, I pulled him into place and guided his cock into my cunt.

I had to guide William through every step of the way, making him slow down so that he didn't climax too fast I gave him a little good advice, "If you think that you're going to cum before your partner's had her pleasure, try to take your mind off of your own pleasure by thinking about something else like football or ..." Too fucking late, I knew that my son was football mad but I never realised that it was sexual, as soon as I mentioned football he spilled his beans deep into my body."

It was a good thing that William climaxed before I was ready for him to as his father chose that moment to arrive home from work.

I kicked a very naked William out of my bedroom with his school uniform under his arm and I closed my curtains and returned, naked to my bed and just lay on top of the sheets, pretending to be asleep.

John opened my bedroom door, "The girls told me..." he thought that I was sleeping so he stopped talking and came over to the side of my bed, he was almost inspecting my body like a doctor checking out a patient, he leaned in to kiss my forehead and I swung out with my right arm, I caught him over his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me.

I had him fucking me through the fly in his suit trousers before I pretended to wake up, "Oh hi darling...you're home early!"

"I'm sorry darling, I thought that you were awake!"

"That's okay darling, don't stop, it's nice to be woken up like this!"

I actually knew that I was too close to my period to fall pregnant but I needed to just apply a little more control to the situating, "I've made an appointment with Doctor Gordon this evening, I'm going to need you to take me in for the morning after pill darling."

That comment seriously cramped my husband's style, he started to lose his erection but I worked hard under him to get him back to full strength.

At the doctor's surgery, John wanted to wait outside while I went in to face the doctor alone but I pretended that I didn't want to be alone while I was in the doctor's surgery. I made John sit there as I went into graphic detail with Doctor Gordon about my rape the evening before, Doctor Gordon told me that he'd heard about my ordeal from the police but I still insisted on embellishing things a lot...just to wind John up even more. After I'd taken the abortion pill I realised that John was ultra turned on after listening to my story again and we ended up fucking all over again in the back seat of his car on the supermarket's car park!

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The Husband Is Usually The Last To Know Part 3

We'd moved out of the doctor's car park because it was well covered with CCTV cameras and moved just a little further out of town to the ASDA supermarket because their car park didn't have cameras. I made John strip me totally naked in the back seat of his car and cover my head with my dress so that I looked the way I had when John came across me in the meadow twenty hours earlier, "You have to uncover my mouth in case you want to force me to suck your cock like he did last night!"

"You know that I don't approve of oral sex darling!"

"You're not my husband...you're my rapist...uncover my mouth so that you can rape my mouth if you feel like it!"

John uncovered my mouth, the material of my dress caught just under my nose as John tied it in place with a rough knot, John started fucking me gently...he was always gentle when he fucked me...gentle, but fast to climax...for twenty years, sex to John was just a way of reproducing his genes in the most cost effective way, the best chance of his sperm fertilising my egg with the least effort on his part. I often felt that John would have preferred to have crept into my bedroom and fucked me while I slept and I really think that he could have done it...he could have fucked me and impregnated me without waking me up and he would have been far happier with that outcome.

The devil in me made me thrust my hips hard up into my husband as he was sliding his cock gently into my cunt, I hit him so hard that I heard the slap echo around the inside of John's car, "Please don't sodomise me!"

John was getting into the act a little, embracing the role play scenario that I'd created, he slapped my face...gently..."Keep quiet Bitch...if I want to...I'll use any hole I like!"

I smiled, the slap could have been a little harder without actually hurting me but doing it had caused John to take over the thrusting and we'd been fucking hard for five minutes when an ethereal voice came over the sound of John grunting, "That's John Clarke...and you can bet that isn't his wife in the back seat of that car under him...she's such a saint, he doesn't deserve her!"

The voice took John over the edge and he stopped fucking me, I hooked my heels over his buttocks and started using my heels to pull myself harder into him to try and reach my own orgasm before his cock shrank too much. I was helped on my way to my own climax by a second voice saying, "Did you hear about his wife...she was gang raped in Proctor's meadow last night...I heard that there were at least four men from the Gypsy camp on Corby Road all taking turns at her!"

"I heard that it was Pickering's Meadow but no one mentioned four Gypsies, Milly Gamble said that it was one of those West Indian Drug Dealers that have started selling drugs in town that raped her with his big black cock!"

The voices were fading away as I tipped into my own orgasm and the first stranger's voice replied, "Never...his wife has been through all that and that animal of a husband of hers is out with his fancy woman fucking in a public car park!"

I pulled my dress off of my head and giggled at him, "You fucking animal...your poor wife! Who was that walking past?"

"Just two of the casual workers from the farm, they help out at harvest time...I guess that my reputation is trashed now!"

"Trashed in our community but your father will be more impressed with you when he hears that you have a mistress and were fucking her in a car park!"

There was a trickle of blood mingling in with John's semen by the time we reached home and I had to rush to use the bidet to wash my cunt out. I knew the effects that the morning after pill had on my body, once the active ingredients started to cook in my belly I'd have an hour or so of a little trickle of blood or a few spits and spots, then the floodgates would open and I'd bleed like a stuck pig for six hours and then have two or three hours of spotting again and a full menstrual bleed would be over in less than twenty four hours.

I didn't want to put any knickers on so the option of my usual sanitary pad was out but I bought my eldest daughter tampons, two types, maxi tampons for heavy flow days and midi tampons for normal. After I finished washing myself out, I ran naked from my own bathroom to the bathroom that William, Dawn and Sarah shared and I took a handful of her strongest strength tampons and inserted one in my cunt.

I got the cramps at nine thirty and snapped at the kids that they were making too much noise and that they should be getting off to bed as they had school in the morning.

John made me a cup of tea, I asked for a Jack Daniels with a splash of dry ginger.

"Are you sure that's a good idea darling?"

"No...probably not actually but in an hour's time, you'll be going to your bed and I'll be going to mine but I still have needs that I have to fulfil but you'll want to get some sleep tonight because I kept you awake all last night protecting me from my nightmares! I only have three options, I drink myself to sleep, you fuck me until I'm exhausted and once I'm asleep, you leave me and go to your own bed or, the third option is for me to go out and see if those four Gypsies are still in Pickering's Meadow or the big black man that the second woman mentioned earlier!"

The name Suliman flashed in my head, Tambo Suliman, he was the first black man I'd ever met in my life and he was a big black bugger as well.

I met Tambo at one of Ron's Sales drives, actually, it was also the first time that I took the morning after pill. John's father, Ron, had hired four supercars at Brands Hatch Raceway, the cars weren't in their first flush of youth but when new, the four cars would have cost the equivalent of three million pounds in today's money and the company that owned them kept them looking and running like they were brand new.

Ron had invited a select few of his customers, they would drive all four cars during the day, I was there as it was my turn to act as hostess for Ron, Mary and Sarah, Ron's other two daughters-in-law would have been better to host this particular function as they both loved fast cars and driving fast but I didn't even have a moped license.

Ron had dressed me for the day, self support stockings, five inch heels and a charcoal grey Lycra tube dress. Bare arms and shoulders, no underwear, relying on the tightness of the dress and the size of my breasts to hold the dress up.

I was in the marquee doing a little artistic food arrangement while thirty testosterone fuelled men were trying to get the best lap time out of the best car when a helicopter flew low overhead and rattled the ropes holding the marquee up, causing me to spill outside in case the bloody roof fell in on me.

The helicopter landed on the helipad and a huge black man stepped out. Tambo Suliman was a mine owner from one of the African countries that was on the UK Government's 'Red...Do Not Trade With...under any circumstances list'. I learnt later that Tambo had flown in to Luton Airport at six o'clock that morning and HM Boarder agency had allowed him just one day's leave to stay in the UK before he would have to fly back to his own country and that was why he flew everywhere in a helicopter. Tambo's mines produced diamonds and because his country wasn't approved of by the UK Government, those diamonds were called Conflict or Blood diamonds, when Tambo wanted mining equipment, he had to find a third party agent who didn't mind breaking a few international laws to help him out.

When Ron spotted Tambo, he left his other guests and met Tambo. Ron brought Tambo into the Marquee, they were talking about an Octopus...not the kind that swam in the sea, in deep mining, the Octopus was a drilling machine that could drill six holes into hard rock for planting explosives in, at the same time, allowing one man to do the work of twelve to eighteen men and because it was hydraulic and not manpowered, it drilled each hole in one tenth of the time.

When Tambo saw me he stopped talking and just stared at me, I heard the whispered comment, "Did you know that I would be here today Ronald?"

Ron shook his head, "Did you know that you were coming here today Tambo?"

"No..." Tambo laughed heartily, "...it was a spur of the moment thing but, I told you the last time we met that I wanted to fuck a true Celt and here she is, waiting for me!"

I saw Ron smile at Tambo's comment, I did have bright ginger hair and alabaster skin but I was no more a Celt than the next woman...I was a genetic throwback, my parents had very indistinct, mousy colouring.

Ron came over to get Tambo a drink and he whispered, "My friend over there would like to fuck you...where are you in your monthly cycle?"

"I'm in the middle of my fertile period...he'll have to wear a condom!"

Ron almost laughed as he shook his head, "Tambo's used to just taking any woman he wants and if she puts up a fight, he'd do her anyway, then he would happily feed her to his body guards for a few weeks and then have her killed! He's only going to be here for an hour and then he has another appointment and I'd like to take him for a cool million pounds before he takes off, We'll have to sort out the pregnancy problem after Tambo leaves.

Ron was already closing the flaps on the front of the Marquee as my body shivered, Tambo was a powerful man, both in personal stature as well as in political clout. When Ron talked about Tambo's body guard, he really meant Tambo's personal army, he had a lot of mine workers who would happily kill him for a loaf of bread, so when Tambo 'Fed' a woman to his body guard, she would be raped by one hundred men as often as they wanted to and once they were bored with her, they would bury her and it wouldn't bother them if they killed her first or not!

Tambo didn't make love to me, he didn't feel the need, to him, I was a whore who was a part of a business deal, he just strolled over to me, yanked the front of my dress down, lifted me off of the floor and dumped me down on a dining table on my back, he forced my legs as wide apart as they would go without breaking. My eyes bugged out when he opened his trousers, it seemed to me that he was smuggling a donkey into the country hidden inside his trousers and the huge black cock hanging down to his knees was actually the donkey's cock. His cock was actually so big that it couldn't hold its own weight, Tambo had to actually pick it up and hold it in place all the way through the fuck.

Tambo was so casual about fucking Ron's whore that he even continued talking about the mining machine he wanted Ron to buy for him, he didn't care one little bit that Ron was watching him as he fucked me and I got the feeling that Tambo wouldn't even care if Ron had left the tent flaps open.

When Tambo's eruption went off, the force of the jet of liquid almost pushed me off of his cock. He pulled his cock out of my cunt and then he took a dirty stone out of his trouser pocket and pushed it deep into my cum filled cunt.

Ron was handed an envelope and he shook hands with Tambo.

I was trying to sort myself out as Tambo left the Marquee, my dress was on the floor where I'd been standing when he ripped my dress off. I was naked apart from my shoes and self supporting stockings as the tent flaps were pushed aside by the giant black man, I could see all of Ron's customers out in the pit lane and if they hadn't been watching the race, they would have seen me totally naked.

I bitched at Ron, "Your friend shoved a dirty stone up my pussy after his finished fucking me!"

Ron opened the envelope and took out a stone, "Did it look like this?"

I had my fingers in my pussy, actually, I could get my whole hand up inside my cunt after Tambo's massive cock had stretched me so much, I fished the rock out and was about to throw it on the floor, "Don't...do that, that dirty old rock is probably worth ten thousand pounds!"

The rock that had been pushed deep into my fanny was an uncut diamond, untraceable wealth, Ron would take my rock and the forty or so that Tambo had paid Ron in exchange for a piece of mining equipment and the necessary chicanery to foil the United Nation's embargos and blockades against Tambo's country.

Once Ron had his diamonds valued in Hatton Gardens or Amsterdam, he would buy the American drill, have it placed in shipping containers and send it to South Africa on a container ship, somewhere mid Atlantic, the shipping container would miraculously change identity and become farm equipment and be transported by road to Tambo's mine where his men would put the drill back together like a massive IKEA flat pack bookshelf.

After the track-day ended, I was taken to a private doctor and was given my first taste of the morning after pill, just in case Tambo had popped a little black bundle of joy in my belly.

John touched my arm and dragged me back from my long forgotten memory.

"We were talking about bedtime darling and you suddenly went quiet!"

"I still need a little more sex to help me relax...as I see it, I could take my tampon out and you could get a little messy fucking me in YOUR usual way...or, you could claim your cultural heritage...as a half Greek man, you would usually be expected to perform Greek sex on your wife!"

John looked very confused, "Greek sex, what's that?"

"One of the things that the rapist did to me last night...have you never heard of Greek sex before?"

John shook his head.

"It's anal sex darling...don't you realise that all the men in your family expect anal sex...and not just from their wives. Every one of your relatives that have stopped in our house when visiting the area has asked me for anal sex within minutes of arriving!"

John looked even more confused, "I've never heard them asking anything like that!"

I took a hold of his right wrist with my left hand, then I shook his right hand with my right hand, I lined the heel of my hand up with his fingertips and placed my fingertips on his wrist and rubbed my middle finger against his wrist..."This is how men ask for anal sex..." I waved my right hand low and from side to side, like a cricket umpire would do when signalling to the score keeper that a four had been scored, "...you must have seen me doing this a lot when your Greek family are around!"

John still looked confused but he nodded his head, he'd often seen me doing that.

"Well, that's me telling them that I'm not available for them to have anal sex with! If I was happy to let them, I copy their finger movement, nothing more has to be said, we’d just do it at the next opportunity!"

"No...I don't believe you, you're making it up...my Greek cousins have done that to me too...men as well as women!"

"You think I'm making it all up do you?"

"I just think that someone's fed you a line or you've mixed up some innocent Greek thing!"

"We could be at the Athenian Restaurant in Milton Keynes in twenty minutes if you put your foot down!"

John looked at his watch, it was now twenty to ten and we usually went to bed between eleven thirty and midnight so we had plenty of time to get to Milton Keynes, have a drink at the Athenian and get back home by bedtime.

"Okay, show me!"

I went to my bedroom, my memory of Tambo Suliman fucking me was now in the forefront of my mind and that guided my hand to pick up a pair of self support stockings, my black five inch heels and the dress that Ron had bought me to wear at his events, the micro fine Lycra tube dress.

I was actually taller than John in my heels. I brushed my hair and did a little splash of colour on my face as John drove at high speed between our little village and Milton Keynes.

The Athenian Restaurant was run by two of Ron's Greek cousins, Michael and Nicko, Michael ran the small restaurant on the ground floor and Nicko ran an illegal drinking den in the basement that ran under five shop units as well as the restaurant.

We were greeted by Michael at the door, he shook hands with John, quite the normal handshake with a very firm grip, then Michael shook my hand as he kissed me on both cheeks. John was looking at my hand in Michael's hand, he saw that the hand positions were as I'd described them. John saw Michael stroke my wrist with his middle finger and he saw me respond in the same way.

Michael pulled away from me with a startled look on his face, I'd waved him off thousands of times in the past...well, hundreds of times...at least every time we'd greeted each other.

Michael's startled look turned into a smile, "Would you like the table in the corner or by the window John?"

"We're only here for a quick drink thanks Michael...not a meal."

Michael guided us to the passageway that led from the dining room to the toilets, there was a door marked private with a key-code lock. Michael punched in the code and actually guided us down into the basement.

It was an illegal Greek drinking den so people were happily breaking all the English laws quite openly. Men smoking cigars, people gambling for money, older men kissing their young teenage girlfriends...Greeks thought nothing of fifty year old men having thirteen year old girlfriends, it was almost expected, even the men's wives usually knew about the men's young girlfriends.

Michael guided us to a corner table and asked us what we'd like to drink.

I asked for a 'Jack and dry' for me and a cola for John. Michael stood talking to his brother as Nicko was making up our drinks, John was looking at the brothers just as closely as I was but I doubted that he would have spotted the shocked look on Nicko's face as Michael was obviously telling his brother that I'd accepted his offer of anal sex after more than fifteen years of him trying.

Michael brought our drinks to our table, he handed John his cola and as he handed me my 'Jack and Dry', he made a gesture with his head towards the staircase leading back up to the restaurant above. Michael returned to the bar and sat on a barstool that Nicko would usually sit on when the bar was quiet, Michael was nursing a glass of Retsina as he sat at the end of the bar looking at me and John like a hawk.

I actually knew why Nico sat on that seat, it had a direct sightline to the landing halfway up the stairs up to the restaurant above. There was an additional safety feature, the wall of the half landing was mirrored so that people going down to the drinking den could see if anyone was walking up the stairs and vice-versa, from the seat that Michael was sitting on he had a perfect view all the way up to the door out into the toilet passageway.

I was drinking my large Jack and dry steadily, John had lost interest in Michael and Nicko as they chatted together looking in our direction.

John was looking at a junior Miss whore sitting with one of his father's friends from the Masons, I looked at her too, the elderly man was just pushing his hand up under her mini-dress. John mumbled, "That girl with Tom Robinson only looks about the same age as Dawn to me!"

"Elle Jarvice...she's just turned thirteen, her mother reported her as a runaway last month...Tom's her sugar daddy, he pays for her flat so that he can visit her a few times a month."

"You know her?"

I wondered if I should tell John that Elle was sexually initiated and trained by his father and that Ron had introduced her to Tom at one of his party nights...a night that I'd acted as one of his hostesses...I'd looked after a few of Ron's younger customers while Elle looked after all of the older ones in bed.

I had another thought, I wondered how John would feel if I told him that Sarah and Dawn often drank in this bar with men after their 'Special thirteenth birthday present' from his brother Paul. John had thought that they were at their friend's houses on sleepovers...well, I suppose that in a way they were, just not their school friends but usually friends of their grandfather or uncles.

I swallowed the last of my drink, "If you sit on the stool that Michael's sitting on and look up the stairs, it will complete your evening's education darling!"

I pushed my glass away from me and stood up, I walked alone towards the stairs, Michael was at my side within seconds, his right hand on the small of my back as we walked side by side to the stairs.

I looked over my shoulder as I lifted my foot up onto the first step, John was already on the stool at the end of the bar and Nicko was walking across the bar towards me and his brother.

By the fifth step, Michael had already pulled the bottom of my dress up above my hips even though we were in full view of the bar still. Michael was testing my anal muscle and finding no resistance as I took the last step onto the landing. I turned my back on the second flight of stairs up to the restaurant, placed my palms on the mirror and leaned forwards slightly. Michael wasn't expecting to kiss me, this wasn't any kind of act of love or passion, this was just a Greek form of exercise...where a Greek woman wouldn't think of kissing a total stranger on his lips, if she didn't have anything more important on, she would happily turn her back on that same stranger and bend a little at the waist for him.

I was actually watching John's face as Michael started to fuck my up my bum fast and furiously from behind. Nicko eventually joined us, he reached around my hip and started finger fucking my cunt, he, like his brother, didn't expect me to kiss him, he was just giving me a simple orgasm with his fingers while his older brother was finishing off in my bum.

Nicko was now blocking my view of John so I was looking at Nicko's face, he looked down the stairs towards John, I saw Nicko smile in John's direction and then nodded his head in a kind of salute to his cousin as Michael stepped away from me wiping his cock clean on a bar-towel. Nicko turned me away from my husband, he bent his knees and lifted up into me, fucking my bum through his brother's slime.

When both brothers had finished with me, I simply pulled my dress back into place and followed Nicko down the stairs while Michael walked up to the restaurant above. As I stepped off of the bottom step, one of the elderly Greek men who had been sitting playing cards with three other Greek men in the sightline from the bar up the stairs jumped to his feet. Where he'd been sitting he had seen me just taking anal sex from the owners of the bar and thought that he might as well try his luck with me. He stopped me and shook my hand, I was looking at my husband's face, I pulled my hand out of his and lowered it, I waved it from left to right but then I lifted my hand to my right ear and tugged it twice, the elderly Greek man looked over his shoulder at John and smiled at him before taking my right hand again and pulled me over to John's side.

"Mólis rótisa ti gynaíka sou an boroúsa na eímai dípla sti gamísi, allá mou eípe óti prépei na se rotíso próta!"

John gave the man an awkward look, "I'm sorry sir, I don't understand Greek!"

I shook my head at my husband's lack of knowledge of his own language and culture, I wasn't Greek but John's mother had insisted that our children take Greek lessons and naturally, I was the one who had to help them with their lessons, "He's just said, 'I've just asked your wife if I could be next to fuck her bum but she told me that I must ask you first!' darling!"

The Greek man looked surprised that someone so obviously British as I was understood his Greek perfectly well, he turned to me and offered his apology...not for today but for a previous occasion, many years earlier when I'd seen him at a family wedding, "Lypámai pou eípa ston theío Márko óti íthela na gamíso tis kóres sou sto gámo tou Dimítri ... tha éprepe na eímai pio prosektikós!"

He'd just said, "I'm sorry that I told your Uncle Markos that I wanted to fuck your daughters at Demetris' wedding...I should have been more careful!" but I chose not to translate that for my husband.

I just smiled knowingly and said, in perfect Greek, "Dawn was only twelve years old so she wouldn't have been interested and Sarah was old enough but she had her heart set on bedding the father of the bride that day!"

He looked at John with a hopeful smile on his face, John looked at his watch, it was past eleven thirty and I knew that he would rather go home now so that he could be in bed by midnight.

I touched the elderly man's face to mine and I kissed him on the lips as a cancelation prize and said in Greek, "My husband would like to be at home and in bed by midnight so we don't have enough time this evening but I'll be here next Wednesday evening with my father-in-law and you can give me Greek sex then if you're here."

He replied, I'll make a point of getting here early next Wednesday then sweetheart!"

As we walked out of the bar, John said, "What was that all about?"

"I told him that I'd be here next Wednesday working for your father and that he could give me Greek sex then if he was here!"

We drove in silence all the way to our village, as John slowed to take the turning into our village, I saw a large West Indian man, he was dressed all in black with his hood up and he seemed to be following a woman walking from the town out to our village, John spotted him just after the turn, "Could that be the man who raped you yesterday Vicky?"

"No, he's not fat enough but he must be the man that the women in the car park earlier mentioned having been seen in the area."

"Should I stop...he might attack that woman!"

"Darling, why would you want to spoil her fun? Getting raped last night was the best thing that could have happened to me...it forced me to educate you about sex in the real world and I've had more fun with you in twenty four hours!"

John looked a little shocked at my answer but he drove on to our house, leaving the woman to her fate.

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The Husband Is Usually The Last To Know Part 4

I heard mum in her bedroom and it was only just after nine thirty, I went to her bedroom to see if she was okay after her previous evening's ordeal at the hands of a local rapist. I knew that mum had taken the morning after abortion pill earlier so she might be suffering from violent stomach cramps by now.

I was naked so I ran to her bedroom quickly so that my dad didn't catch me out of my bedroom in the nude...not that I'd mind him seeing me you understand, it was just his own hang-ups, he hated nudity almost as much as he hated bad manners or eating with your mouth full, or poor grammar, or being late, or...hell, my dad was just one long list of things that he hated and if you eavesdropped on one of my mother's conversations with...almost anyone in the world...he even hated having sex.

Mum was changing into her stockings and Lycra tube dress when I opened her bedroom door, "Are you working for Grandpa Ron tonight mum...I can look after him if you're not feeling well, I don't have to be in school until one o'clock in the afternoon so I can work late!"

Mum smiled at me, "No...thank you darling, I'm not helping your grandfather, I'm taking your father over to the Athenian in Milton Keynes to prove to him that most Greek men want anal sex with family members or even total strangers!"

I went back to my bedroom but I stopped close to my bedroom door and listened for my mother and father to leave the house.

I crossed the hall to my brother's bedroom and opened his door before my mum and dad had even got into his car, "Hi 'Pig-Face', I was wondering if you needed a little help to get ready for your special thirteenth birthday present from Helen!"

William gave me a sweet smile, "Thank you 'Raleigh' but I'm not worried anymore?"

"How come 'Pig-Face'...you were shitting yourself on the bus to school this morning!"

"Mum looked after me this afternoon while you were washing your running shoes!"

I always smiled when William called me 'Raleigh', he thought it an insult giving me the knick name of a bike because all the boys rode me but I saw it as a source of pride that I never turned down any offer of sex.

"Well, if you want to practice with me for an hour while mum and dad are out...well...it can't hurt to get a little more experience before Sunday, can it?"

William got out of bed, I was still naked and he was wearing his underpants to bed, his cock was already hard by the time that he uncovered himself. We met in the middle of his bedroom, his hands went straight to my tits, "Can I kiss you?"

"Fuck off 'Pig-Face'...you're not my boyfriend, you're just my brother!"

"Mum didn't want me to kiss her either, but I need to practise kissing as well as fucking!"

I heaved a deep sigh, "Okay 'Pig-Face'...you can kiss me as well as fuck me!"

So he kissed me as his right hand slipped off of my left breast and stroked down over my belly to my bare pussy mound, "I liked feeling mum's bush but your shaved pussy feels nicer!"

I gave William a full hour in bed, I let him do everything that he wanted to do to me, I let him fill my cunt five times and was really glad that my grandfather helped me to get on birth control implants when I was thirteen years old because my pig faced brother filled me to overflowing with his spunk and I couldn't face having his baby!

I heard dad's car on the drive just as I was kissing my brother good night. I ran to the bathroom and washed brother seed from my pussy as mum and dad came in through the front door, I snatched a pair of clean knickers from the airing cupboard and pulled them on. I walked out of the bathroom just as mum and dad reached the top of the stairs, my dad looked at the way that I was dressed, just my knickers and no bra, I steadied myself for the verbal lashing but was surprised...no, pleasantly surprised when he said, "I'm sorry darling, did we wake you?"

The thought that jumped into my head was so loud that I was surprised that my parents didn't hear it...'Push the boundaries!'

I moved in closer to my father and rubbed my left shoulder against his right. The last time I could remember doing that, I was so young that my shoulder was about nipple height on him but his reaction was exactly the same, he lifted his left arm and hooked it across my back, his hand resting on my hip, the last time, I'd been fully dressed and his hand had been more on my waist above the waistband of my knickers through my dress but this time, because I was so much taller and was wearing French cut knickers, his hand was actually on bare flesh below the lace of my knickers leg hole.

I turned my face towards his, smiled at him with the tip of my nose just a half an inch away from his, I saw his eyes flick down to my breasts, he looked from one to the other, then his eyes flicked up to my face again before dropping lower, he was looking at my pretty French cut knickers.

He gave a sudden mental click of his index finger against his thumb, "Darling, what would you think if a man did this to you!"

He reached across my body for my right wrist, he stepped away from me and then took my right hand in his, positioned his hand in line with mine and then he gently stroked my wrist.

I leaned in and kissed my father on his lips and then I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered, "You can come to my bedroom after mum's asleep if you really want to do that to me daddy!"

I knew that I was really testing my father's resolve, I was really glad that mum told me that she was messing with my father's head earlier over Greek sex, I knew that Michael would happily fuck her arse, even if dad could see them but they'd been gone too long for it to have been just Michael arse fucking her and as they were still talking civil to each other, my dad obviously didn't mind watching mum with other men!

There was a long pregnant silence and I worried that I may have pushed the boundaries too far and broken my father, mum had a smirk, rather than a grin on her face as she watched the interaction between me and my father. He cleared his throat, "So, that handshake is well known then...is it?"

I nodded my head, "Only amongst the Greeks though, Greek men have been doing that handshake to me since I was ten years old and my breasts started forming bumps in my 'T-shirt'..." I looked into his eyes, had I gone too far..."...Grandma June told me what it meant and she told me that the men doing that handshake to me when I was only ten years old were very naughty, she told me that I should..." I let go of his right hand and lowered my own, waving from side to side four times, "...wave them off, like this!"

As I waved his offer of anal sex off, I accidentally touched his cock because we were so close together.

Dad's whole body stiffened...closely followed by his cock, he gave my mother an awkward look, "And this!" Dad copied my hand movement but only did one cycle with his right hand and then he lifted it to his right ear, "What would this mean to you?"

"If I was doing that, I'd be telling the man who was asking me for anal sex that he'd have to ask my boyfriends permission...you know, I'm not free to agree but talk to my boyfriend, if he's okay with it, I'll let you do me...tugging my right ear would mean conversation!"

Dad nodded his head as if he fully understood everything now.

I turned to my mother, "Are you sleeping with dad again tonight or would you like me to sleep with you mum...just so that dad can get some sleep at least tonight!"

Mum said, "What about school tomorrow?"

"I'm okay, I don't have any lessons in the morning, I can take the mid day bus...anyway, I sleep like a log, I can share a bed with anyone and no matter what they do, I'll just sleep through it!"

I smiled inwardly as I saw my dad's cock jump inside his trousers.

I almost pushed my mother into her bedroom to set my father free from the spell that looking at my almost naked body had put over him.

I closed her bedroom door, leaned my back against it and listened to my father go into his own bedroom, I whispered, "He hasn't closed his bedroom door!"

Mum smiled at me, "I think he's changing a little every hour!"

"How was Michael?"

"His usual self, keen to fuck a new arse...well, a new arse to him at anyrate!"

"Did dad watch you being arse fucked?"

Mum nodded her head.

"Was Michael the only one?"

"His brother Nicko did me as well, and, you know the Greek barber in Milton Keynes?" I nodded my head, "...well, his dad was in the club gambling, he watched Michael and Nicko and he asked me if he could do it as well, I gave him the signal to say he had to ask your father, I think that turned your father on more than watching me being fucked by Michael and Nicko!"

"How could Costas ask dad for your arse? He doesn't speak any English and dad doesn't speak any Greek!"

Mum said, "I translated for them!"

I pushed myself away from the door, "And talking about people changing mum...what happened to your self imposed rule that you don't screw men who are younger than you?"

Mum raised her head and said, "Ahh! William."

"Yes, William...and now that you've fucked one rising thirteen year old boy, will you do others?"

"Why?"

I picked my words carefully, "One of Grandpa's bastards, Tony Costello, asked for you by name to give him his special thirteenth birthday present but Grandpa told him that you didn't do anyone under thirty-five! So, now that you've fucked our William...will you screw Tony Costello as well?"

Mum thought about it for a while and then she nodded her head.

I said, "Good, I'll tell Grandpa Ron to send Tony to Uncle Paul's on Sunday after Aunty Sarah goes out to see her boyfriend, you can do Tony Costello on the same bed as William and Helen."

Mum stripped out of her work uniform and scrambled into her bed, I pulled my knickers off and climbed in next to her. I lay facing my mother and was looking at her bedside clock, she had her back to it, she kissed me good night, her lips were still pressed into mine as she fell asleep. I looked at her clock, it was five minutes to midnight when mum fell asleep, I was staring at the clock but didn't see it turn to four zeros...I was already asleep.

Mum shook me awake, it was only one thirty in the morning, I said "What?" but soon realised that mum was still snoring as she shook me...she was shaking me with her pussy against my thigh, her eyes were flickering back and forth rapidly, she was having an erotic dream...I slipped my hand between her pussy and my thigh and caught her clitoris on the end of my middle fingertip. I just applied a little light pressure, I didn't actually move my fingertip, I just gave her something more substantial to rub her cunt against rather than my soft thigh. It took her five minutes to shiver through her orgasm and she rolled away from me.

I went straight back to sleep only to be woken again at four o'clock by the same humping from my mother. Once again I replaced my soft thigh with my fingers and my mother took herself through another gentle orgasm.

I heard my father's alarm clock sound at six AM, it was still sounding at five minutes past six, I dragged my sleepy head out of mum's bed and walked down the passageway to dad's open bedroom door, he was still snoring in time with his alarm clock's sounder, I shook his shoulder and put my mouth next to his ear, "Dad, it's time to get up!"

His arm swept over my back and he pulled me down on top of his body and kissed me. I felt his cock pressing into my bare pussy mound through his pyjamas, my eyes were open and I watched him wake up, just as his hand cupped my breast, it suddenly dawned on him that he was holding me down on his bed, he lifted his head and looked down my body expecting to see the sexy French cut knickers that I'd been wearing when he came home from the Athenian but I was totally naked, "Sarah...where are your knickers?"

"I took them off when I got into bed with mum last night, they're the kind of knickers that you play in, not that you sleep in!"

"Phew! I thought for a moment that I'd just ripped them off...I was dreaming..."

"What about daddy?"

My father chuckled for a moment, a sound that I just wasn't used to hearing from my father at any time of the day, especially never early in the morning on a work day and as his body shook with mirth, his cock sprang away from my pussy mound and stood like a flagpole between my legs. I looked from his eyes and then looked down my body...I could see the pink and white candy stripe of his pyjama covered cock standing an inch above my buttocks, I looked back at his face, I smiled and nodded my head. He shook his head though, "Nothing important darling, now, you pop off to your own bed and try to get a little more sleep before you have to get up.

I stopped in his open doorway, turned to face him, his eyes fixed between my legs on my bald pussy, I saw his cock push the front of his pyjamas away from his abdomen, "You know daddy...it's okay to have sexy dreams about me...I'm a big girl now!"

I heard the mumbled, "I can bloody well see that Sarah darling!"

I'd had my second very disturbed night's sleep, last night it was my wife, Vicky, that kept me awake...just her being in my bed next to me was enough to ensure that I didn't sleep a wink all night long...and why didn't I sleep very well last night, it was all down to anal sex...

I'd reached the age of fifty years old without really thinking about anal sex...the teachers at my Jesuit boarding school had told us all that sodomy was a sin, I'd managed to find that sodomy was the same as anal sex and I'd stopped looking into the concept because it was a sin.

Anal sex reared its head on Wednesday evening, my wife went out at around eight o'clock in the evening for her usual hour long walk, forced out of the house to clear her head after struggling with a difficult computer problem and while out of the house, she had been raped, I actually found her out in Pickering's Meadow, I think I may have actually seen her rapist in the distance as I climbed the stile from my father's top meadow into the meadow, I'd seen a shadowy figure in a crouching run at the other end of Pickering's Meadow.

I could understand that Vicky needed to talk through such a horrendous experience, I couldn't imagine how I would have reacted if a man had held a hunting knife at my throat and told me not to make a sound or he'd slit my throat...never mind the rest of her ordeal, the fact that the stranger had used her mouth, her vagina and her anus...I have no idea what I would have done if that had happened to me...well, he couldn't use my vagina, obviously, I didn't have one of those but he could have used my mouth as well as my anus.

I have no idea why but the recurring theme throughout Thursday had been her anal rape, the fact that the rapist had used a condom to prevent leaving traceable DNA in her body had been seen as a good point by our doctor, the condom would have protected Vicky from STDs and pregnancy but Vicky insisted on taking the morning after pill...just in case anything got through the latex.

Just after nine o'clock on Thursday evening, the kids were all fighting as usual, Vicky and I were trying to have a conversation when Vicky suddenly snapped and sent all three of them to bed, even though, at eighteen years of age, Sarah usually chose her own bedtime, based on the following day's planned activities.

I'd made a bit of a mistake, I'd thought that the fact that Vicky had been sodomised by her rapist had been the worst kind of ignominy that a woman could suffer but Vicky defended it, she even challenged my half Greek heritage, she held that almost every Greek woman was perfectly happy to let a man sodomise her and that in the Greek community, anal sex wasn't even looked on as sex at all, it was just a pleasant form of exercise and not only between married men and women, it went on between male and female relatives as well as with strangers...even men engaged in anal sex with other men as just a pleasant form of exercise.

Vicky demonstrated a special kind of Greek greeting, where a hand shake meant far more than just welcome...nice to meet you!

I totally over reacted, I all but called my wife a fantasist, I knew that I'd overstepped the mark when her chin jutted out and even though it was gone nine thirty in the evening, she insisted that I took her over to Milton Keynes to one of our cousins restaurants and drinking club for a drink and so that she could prove that she wasn't fantasising about the whole anal sex thing.

I didn't believe the whole handshake thing that my wife insisted meant an invitation to anal sex but I'd received that same handshake from Greek men as well as women...in fact, my then sixteen year old Niece, Helen, was the last woman/girl that had shaken my hand in that way. I'd seen her out with three Greek girls in town one Friday evening, I assumed that I was related to all four girls, most Greek people in England were actually related to each other if you looked far enough back in their family history. Helen had shaken my hand in that special way and because I didn't understand what the strange handshake meant and didn't know the responses to the offer, I'd let go of Helen's hand and moved straight on to shaking the hands of the other three girls, explaining that I was Helen's uncle as I went from one girl to the next.

I was giving my wife the benefit of the doubt as we entered the Athenian restaurant and bar but I was watching her like a hawk as well. I took Michael's hand as I entered the restaurant, Vicky was behind me, she offered Michael her right hand as he pulled her close to him so that he could kiss her on both cheeks. I saw his hand turn across hers from the simple handshake to the form that Vicky had told me about, I saw his middle finger stroke over her wrist and then she followed suit. If what she was telling me was true, Vicky had just accepted Michael's offer of anal sex.

Rather than the usual routine of Michael telling us the new door code down to the illegal drinking den below our feet, this time, Michael told one of his waiters to take over running the restaurant and Michael took us down into the bar, the air down there was thick with smoke as usual, wealthy men were smoking Havana and Cuban cigars and the workers smoking cheep Turkish cigarettes. Most tables had some form of gambling going on and there were also a few women, none of them looked like the kind of woman that would be married to any of the Greek men drinking in the bar...most looked like they could be the wives of other men, the kind of men like me, who wouldn't usually drink in the illegal bar and when I looked at my wife, she looked like the other women in the bar, she was even dressed in a similar way to the other women.

After Vicky finished her drink she turned to me and said, "I'm going for a little walk now to prove to you that Michael will fuck my arse and that it means so little to him that he will do me, even if you're watching us...I'll walk towards Michael and he might take me into the store room but I'll try to steer him to the stairs, if we use the stairs, you go over to the stool that Michael is sitting on now, from there, you'll have a view right to the top of the stairs."

I watched Vicky walk away from me, and as she walked under the spotlight effect from one of the few lights in the bar, I realised for the first time that Vicky was totally naked under her dress, because of the stark lighting, I would have seen the outline of even the softest bra or knickers, just the way that I could see the little depressions at the top of her thighs caused by her self support stockings...I also realised for the first time that whenever my wife went out with my father to act as a hostess for him...this was exactly the way she dressed every time.

Michael met Vicky half way across the room, he gestured with his left hand towards the door that led to the store room behind the bar and my heart sank a little, I realised that I was excited at the prospect of actually seeing an act that my wife had been talking about so much for the past twenty two hours or so and now that Michael was inviting Vicky into the privacy of the store room, I was feeling a little deflated.

Vicky looked towards the stairs and Michael turned on the balls of his feet, his right hand slipped onto the small of her back and he and Vicky walked towards the stairs and my cock stiffened again and I was almost out of my seat when I had another disappointment, Nicko had stepped out from behind the bar, whenever Nicko wasn't serving customers, he sat on the stool that Vicky had told me to go to if Michael took her to the stairs.

Another disappointment but wait, Nick wasn't stopping at the stool, he was walking over to the stairs.

I quickly moved across the bar to the stool and if I was in any doubt about what Michael was going to do to my wife...as she took the first step on the stairs, Michael's hands were already lifting the back of her dress, exposing her bare buttocks.

From the stool I had a perfect view up the stairs and because of a mirrored wall at the turning half way up the stairs, I was the only one in the bar that could see all the way up to the door into the restaurant, so, wherever Michael took my wife to sodomise her, I'd see them.

By the fourth step, Michael had lifted the bottom hem of Vicky's dress above her hips, totally exposing her lower body to anyone looking in her direction in the bar. Nicko blocked my view as he climbed the stairs behind my wife and his brother so I flicked my eyes around the room, at least ten men were facing the stairs, and of those, more than half had stopped what they were doing and were watching Vicky and Michael climbing to the landing.

Vicky stopped on the landing where the stairs turned through one hundred and eighty degrees, if she had taken two paces to the left, she would have been out of sight of the bar, well, apart from that one stool that I was sitting on but instead, Vicky put her hands on the wall to her right where she was still in full view of anyone in the bar. She was looking at me as Michael opened his trousers and stepped in behind her. He wasn't gentle, he rammed his hips forward, sinking his cock up her bum in one go. Nicko caught them up at that point, he turned to look at me as he combed Vicky's pubic hair with his fingertips. He looked straight at me as he pushed his hand in between Vicky's legs, he wasn't actually finger fucking her though, that hole was blocked by a tampon but he was massaging her clitoris, taking her to an orgasm, just as Michael seemed to be having his own climax up my wife's bum.

Nicko's eyes were firmly fixed on mine as Vicky seemed to collapse against the wall from her orgasm, Nicko nodded his head at me, I got the feeling that Nicko was telling me, 'See, I can maker her cum...even if you never have!'

Michael stepped away and Nick pushed Vicky so that her back was towards me now, I could actually see my wife's anal opening and it looked to me like it was yawning it was so wide open, I didn't see it for long though, it was soon filled by Nicko's cock.

I looked around the rest of the customers in the bar again, there were plenty of men watching Vicky and Nicko but it didn't even seem to be a topic of conversation between the Greek men watching, it really did seem to be an everyday occurrence.

I saw Michael wiping his cock clean and he turned away and walked up to the restaurant, he didn't thank my wife for taking his seed up her bum, he did however slap his brother on his shoulder before leaving the bar.

I was actually on the edge of an orgasm, just from watching my wife and one of our cousins fucking, it would only have taken a little rub on my part to have exploded inside my trousers. Nicko must have reached his own climax because Vicky stepped away from him, she turned and faced me, I...and at least twenty other men in the bar...got a perfect view of her massive, bright ginger pubic carpet before she wriggled her dress' hem back into place, just below her pussy.

I thought the fun was all over and it wasn't a moment too soon, if we left now, I could be home in time to be in bed by midnight, even without driving too fast.

Well, I was wrong, as Vicky started to cross the bar, an elderly man, the father of the barber that looked after most of the haircuts in the Greek community and had been to a good number of my family's parties, stood up and halted her progress. I knew that the man didn't speak a word of English so I wondered how things would go between them.

The man extended his right hand to her, she took it, I saw his hand swivel until their hands lined up and he was stroking her wrist, Vicky pulled her hand away and made the hand signal that said 'No thanks' but a variation, her hand only made one wave from right to left and rather than the second wave to complete the refusal, she lifted her hand to her ear and pulled her right earlobe twice.

He grabbed her hand and pulled Vicky behind him, he walked straight up to me and said something in Greek, I didn't recognise a single word of it, I apologised because I didn't actually speak any Greek, I hadn't even bothered to learn the phrase, 'I don't understand Greek!' in Greek.

Vicky surprised me once again, she actually translated what he'd said into English for me. I looked at my watch and Vicky jabbered on in Greek to him, he kissed her on her cheek and Vicky turned to Nickos, "What do we owe you for our drinks Nikos?"

Nickos lowered his right hand and waved it from left to right twice. Vicky leaned over the bar and she kissed Nickos on his cheek and we walked away from the bar to the stairs.

"What did you say to the old goat that seemed to make him happy?"

Vicky looked over her shoulder at me, "I told him that I'd be in next Wednesday evening with your father, I sad that he could take his pleasure from me then if he could make it in...naturally, he said he would be here, bright and early!"

We arrived home at about ten minutes to midnight, I knew that I really needed sleep but was expecting Vicky to need me to sleep with her again which would have kept me awake all night, yet again.

I must have woken Sarah up opening the front door because she was standing at the top of the stairs when we got up there, I was a little shocked, okay, it was a very warm night but Sarah was standing there in just a pair of French cut knickers, with it's waistband looping high over her hips, the knickers were so sheer that I could tell that there was no woollen mat beneath, Sarah must still be shaving her pussy even though she had stopped ballet dancing. When her hair first started to grow, she had to shave it all off because her dark ginger hair shone through her white dance tights, so, pubic hairs would limit the parts she could audition for, she could only dance the bad girl roles because she'd have to wear black when dancing.

I must have been feeling a little giddy through lack of sleep or the pent up sexual excitement of just watching two men fuck my wife's arse but I decided to test just how widespread the sexual invitation handshake was by asking Sarah what she thought it meant as I performed the special handshake out on her, Sarah smiled at me, then she kissed me on my lips and moved her lips to my ear, she told me to wait until her mother was asleep and go to her bedroom. My cock almost exploded just from the way her face turned from innocent little girl into wanton woman!

I was beating around the bush to see if Vicky was going to ask me to sleep with her again but Sarah saved me, she offered to sleep with her mother so I ran for it. The evening was playing on my mind as I tried to get to sleep, that and the fact that my eighteen year old daughter had accepted my offer of anal sex...I was tossing and turning so much that I may as well have gone to bed with my wife for all the sleep I was getting.

I must have dropped off to sleep at some point in the night because I had a dirty dream about my daughter Sarah. I dreamed that I was raping her and that she was screaming over and over again as I violated her. I must have added Sarah's screams into my dream to coincide with my alarm clock sounding. Sarah shook my shoulder and told me that my clock was going off.

I lashed out my arm and caught Sarah across her shoulder, pulling her body down on top of mine. I felt my cockhead press into her pubic mound and I looked down my body, Sarah wasn't wearing her pretty French cut knickers and I started to worry that I may have de-bagged her in my dream. My cock jerked when I realised that all that was between my cock and my young daughter's pussy was a thin sheath of pink candy striped cotton. The jerking of my cock caused it to bounce away from her pussy mound and it sprang up between her legs, the top of my cock, pressing hard against her soft moist gash...Sarah didn't help matters one little bit when she closed her legs together, trapping my cock in place.

I was just a whisker away from screwing my own daughter and she didn't seem to mind one little bit...I had a moment of seriousness where I was wondering just how far I dare go with my daughter when a bone of consciousness struck me and it made me laugh, I summoned up all the courage I had left, all the self control and I told Sarah to go to bed and get a little sleep before school.

She looked very disappointed as she climbed off of my body, she stopped in my doorway and told me that it was okay to think of her in a sexual way, she told me that she was a big girl now, and I agreed with her.

I ate breakfast, checked that Dawn and William were awake and getting ready for school, I put Dawn in charge of getting her own and William's breakfast. I told them both that I'd have to kill them both if they woke their mother.

I went to the dairy first, they were the earliest starters in the Clarke Industries portfolio, from there I went to Clarke construction, my brother Paul was on a site visit, leaving his seventeen your old daughter Helen in the office answering the phone and dealing with paperwork.

I sat at Helen's side and went over her figures, I showed her where she'd made two errors and then I casually dropped, "Can you remember last year Helen?"

She gave me that look that teenagers reserved for anyone more than ten years older than them, "Yes Uncle John, of course I can!"

"You were in town with a bunch of your friends one Friday evening when I bumped into you!"

I looked at her face, the memory turned her face a little sour.

"You shook my hand...I've just been taught what that handshake meant and the fct that I didn't respond in the right way had upset you a little!"

Helen stood up and stamped her foot, "A little upset Uncle John...a little upset, you insulted me in front of three of my friends, made me feel like a little baby...and look like it too in their eyes.

"I'm really sorry Helen but I'd never heard about the handshake and what it meant, all I can do is apologise and say that it will never happen again."

I watched as Helen's face turned from a frown into a smile, she offered me her right hand and gave me the special handshake again, I nervously accepted her offer this time, she smiled and bent over her desk, placing her palms flat on the desktop and then she looked at me over her shoulder, I flicked the back of her dress up over her hips, she was bare arsed under her dress, I made a mental note to sell my shares in 'UK Knickers and pants' as women didn't seem to be wearing them much these days.

I parted her bum cheeks and looked at her bottom, her anus seemed to be as wide open as her pussy. I pulled my trousers down and stepped in behind her, my cock entered her bum with little or no resistance..."How do you manage to kiss in this position darling?"

Helen gave me a very strange look over her shoulder, "I don't kiss anyone but my boyfriends or my father Uncle John, this is just a little fun we can play with close family...if you want to kiss a girl while fucking her, ask Sarah or Dawn, I'm sure that they'd love to kiss you while you screwed them."

Helen actually took a business telephone call while I was working my cock in and out of her arse, what I was doing to her, or, rather what we were doing together meant so little to her that she just carried on working as I was taking my sexual exercise out on her!"

I considered that if the act that my niece and I were performing together meant so little to her, then it should mean that little to me too...the only thing that I was really doing that was wrong was...well, two things were, committing adultery behind my wife's back and the small matter of incest. I'd sort out the adultery...as soon as I reached home, I'd confess all to Vicky and see what she said about the little weakness I was thrusting into a seventeen year old girls bottom at that moment but I guessed that she'd congratulate me because I'd finally joined in with one of my family's cultural activities.

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