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Published : 25 April 2021
Already seen The Husband Is Usually The Last To Know (An Aside), click here to read Part 1 or click here to read Part 2 or click here to read Part 3 or click here to read Part 4
The Husband Is Usually The Last To Know (An Aside) Story Code: M/F, M/f, M/b, Incest, Rape?
John asked me to join him in his study after we'd finished clearing the plates for our evening meal and loading the dishwasher. We went in and he closed the door behind us. We sat facing each other across his desk, I felt like I was at school in front of the Headmaster. "I was at Paul's today, I saw Helen. I remembered I'd seen her in town a year or so ago. She was with her friends but she came up to me and gave me the handshake like you showed me. You know I didn't know what it meant then so I couldn't respond properly. She was really embarrassed, especially with her fiends being there. "I went to explain and to apologise. She accepted my apology and gave me her hand to shake, she made the same offer as before, knowing that this time I knew what she meant. I accepted her offer. I had anal sex with my niece as she bent over her desk". 'Just like I planned' I thought, in my best 'Bond Villain' voice, while giving my imaginary white cat an imaginary stroke. We both knew what came next, although John seemed reluctant to make the first move. I stood up and held my hand out. John took it and stroked my wrist, I returned the gesture and he dropped my hand. We stood for a moment, as he walked around the desk I said "Do me hard" sotto voce. I bent forward over the desk and John flipped my dress up. He thrust into me. "Harder, harder" I urged him. I was pushing back at him, trying to encourage him. I realized I couldn't make too much noise. I wasn't worried about the kids hearing, they wouldn't care, or rather they'd probably cheer us on. I was worried that John would get embarrassed thinking that the kids would hear. After we'd showered John came into my bedroom. "Was that hard enough? I don't know how rough you want me to be, I don't want to be too rough". "No one has been yet". He looked shocked. "You mean not even…?". I nodded. He sat on my bed, deep in thought. "We'd have to go somewhere, I couldn't do it here, with the kids around". "We could go outside, maybe Pickering's Meadow?". "Back to the scene of…?". I nodded again, If I'd realized how much fun, and sex, I'd get from screwing with John's head I'd have started long ago. I searched through my wardrobe and dug out my old "work" dress, the one I wore when gardening, and pulled it over my naked body.
I couldn't sleep and I couldn't understand how Vicky, lying next to me, could. It had all happened so fast, I couldn't understand how we'd ended up here. I confessed to what had happened between Helen and me and the inevitable happened in my office, with Vicky demanding I treat her roughly. I tried but I didn't want to hurt her or alert the kids to what we were doing, Vicky seemed a little disappointed. She suggested we go outside, back to Pickering's Meadow, back to where she was raped. I guessed she was trying to get it out of her system. I went to change into something suitable, Vicky was messaging on her phone. She came upstairs and put on the old dress she wears for gardening and we headed downstairs. She stopped at the linen cupboard and she took out a pillowcase and handed it to me without explanation. I put my head around the door to tell the kids that Vicky wanted some fresh air and I was going to accompany her. There were various noises of acknowledgement. By the time I got out of the house Vicky was already a good way down the road; not only that but going in the wrong direction. I was about to call out to her when I realized what she was doing: she was going the long way around, that meant if I went the shorter route I'd get there before her, it also meant she would enter across the bridge, I could hide there and surprise her. I hurried round to the bridge and hid by the hedge. My heart was pounding so loud I was worried she would hear it. I looked at my hand an realized I was holding the pillowcase, I knew now what to do with it. I heard a noise, she was coming. I was accustomed to the dark now and there was enough of a moon to recognise her. I was running on adrenalin now, I'd never know excitement like this, she was so close I could smell her perfume. Then something switched in my brain, suddenly a cooler and more calculating voice took over. This was the obvious place, she'd chosen the route and would be expecting me to be here. I needed a better plan. I waited until she had passed and re-crossed the bridge, I could get to the end of the meadow before her. I hid in the shadow of the tree that was the boundary marker, as she approached I could see her glancing at the hedge alongside her, trying to see where I was. She stopped just in front of me peering into the undergrowth. I could tell she couldn't see me. She was weighing up the options. Suddenly she turned around and headed off back down the field, much faster than she had walked here, it looked like she'd decided I'd got cold feet and had gone home. I made my move, I was on her in seconds, the pillowcase over her head. The impact knocked her to the ground, I fell on her and ripped her dress open, with my forearm across her throat I pulled my cock out of the top of my jogging bottoms, forced her legs apart and pushed into her cunt. Vicky struggled at first, but I was able to subdue her and fuck her at the same time although I'm still not sure how I managed it! Then she stopped struggling and started working with me, she was pulling me into her with her heels. "Harder, you bastard, fuck me harder! Dump your cum in my cunt!" she shouted at me. It was all getting too much for me and I exploded with the most massive orgasm I've ever had. We lay there, side by side, Vicky put her hand down to her cunt (I was using that word now) and then to her mouth and licked her fingers. She rolled towards me and French kissed me, I got the salty taste of my own semen. We got up, Vicky fastened the single button left on her dress and we headed home, hand in hand. "Listen", she said. I stopped, I could here a vehicle, but that was all. "Sounds like Paul is out and about" she said, and stood there, listening. Then a smile crept across her face, one that can only be described as lascivious. "I know where he's going, come on!" She set off down the field, her dress flapping open with everything on show. I eagerly followed her.
Mum had decided to go out for an evening walk again only this time Dad was going with her. As soon as they left Dawn went up to her room, she was having a message conversation with someone. Pig-face wanted to fuck me but I told him it was the wrong time and I had stomach cramps and I was going to bed. When I got to my room I opened my wardrobe and looked through my school uniforms, under one of my skirts another one was hidden. It was one Grandpa Ron had bought, he'd bought one each for Helen and Dawn as well. They were grey and pleated like the others but only 20 centimetres long. We wore them when we were hostesses at Grandpa Ron's poker night, or, as he liked to call it: his "Poke Her" night. I stripped, put on the skirt and the tight fitting blouse that went with it, and with a pair of old trainers on my feet I opened my door and listened. It was quiet, Dawn would still be on her phone, Pig-face would probably be on his second, or third, wank. I crept downstairs and out of the house. I'd heard Milly Gamble's story about the West Indian hanging around the village, somewhere near the bus stop. That's where I headed. There didn't seem to be anyone around so I sat on the bench. "Mmm, Sarah Clarke". I turned, shocked, there was a big black man sat next to me, with his hood pulled down over his face. I hadn't heard him approach and how did he…? Then I recognised him. "Oh, hello Jason, er, I mean Mr Price" "Jason's fine, if I can call you Sarah". I nodded. Jason Price was a carpenter, the best in the county according to Grandpa Ron. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out here? The last bus was hours ago". "Milly Gamble was saying she saw someone following a woman last night and I thought it might have been the man who attacked Mum". "No, it wasn't" "How do you know?" "Because I was the person Milly saw, and I didn't attack your Mum" "But you were following the woman" "Yeah, I provide a service for women who want it" "They want it! Isn't that what all rapists say?" He laughed: "Yeah, that's why I get them to agree the Terms and Conditions beforehand. So there's no misunderstanding" "What are the terms and conditions?" "Why do you want to know? You asking for a friend?" "Something like that" "OK, give me your phone" He took my phone and typed something in. His phone pinged and he typed on his own, mine then pinged. I read what he'd sent me. "You get that?" "Yeah, I think so, apart from the 'Safe Word' bit" "You mean what it's used for or what the word is?" "Both" "For some people there extra excitement when the say 'No' but mean 'Yes'. Like they say 'Please don't fuck me in the bum' when they want you to, so we have a safe word, one that's not related to sex, that really means stop" "OK, so what's the safe word?" "Don't ask me why but the one the everyone round here seems to use is 'Broccoli'" "So, if someone says 'Broccoli' then it all stops?" "Yeah, that's right" I reread the terms and conditions, at the end it explained what to do if you accepted them. I did as instructed, Jason's phone pinged, he read the screen. "You sure about this?", I nodded. We sat quietly, I didn't know what to do next. "What happens now ?" I asked. He turned to face me, he looked hard and mean now, I was shocked. "You fuck off home bitch, if you know what's good for you" he growled at me. Wow! Where did that come from? I was confused but didn't hang around, I supposed he was just treating me like a stupid girl. I was angry and frustrated by the time I got to the corner by Fairfax Lane. He was on me in an instant. He ripped open my blouse and pulled hard on my nipple, his other hand was underneath me, his thumb working its way into my bum, his fingers underneath pushing into my cunt. He picked me up like that, I was squirming, trying to find a position that gave me some relief from his onslaught. I knew the word, I had it on my lips, but it stayed there. I could feel something deep coming to the surface. In one movement he'd spun me round and forced me to the floor, and he was inside me crashing into me as hard as he could, trying to force his cock through me. There was pain but the rush of pleasure was coming to meet it. And the dam burst, I was swept away. "Oh my god, fuck me! Fuck me!" This was the best sex I'd ever had, I was shaking with the force of my orgasms. He was grunting now, he was going to come soon, fuck, he was blasting deep into me. He pulled out, stood up, put his cock back in his pants and walked away, that was it. I pushed myself up and pulled my clothes together. His cum was snaking down my thighs and I was satisfied, although next time I'd beg him not to fuck me in my bum.
We were heading for the park, when we were growing up my brothers always seemed to be in the park, playing rugby or football or cricket or some other game. Dad seemed to spend a lot of time there with them refereeing or coaching or whatever. I didn't go there, I wasn't sporty or outdoorsy, I preferred to stay in with a book. As we approached the building that served as the changing rooms and toilets we could see Paul's pimp truck in the car park. As well as the moon there was a single floodlight next to the building. There'd been some argument over the siting of the light when it had been erected, I hadn't followed it but I could see the problem now, it was facing the wrong way, it seemed to illuminate the bushes behind the toilets. Vicky headed towards the bushes. The bushes hid the mound that had been created when the area had been levelled for the pitches. When she got to the top Vicky stopped, I stood next to her and looked down. I was stunned, we were at the top of a bowl that formed semi-circle exactly like a miniature of the theatres I'd seen in Greece! The whole thing was lit up by the misplaced floodlight that was directly overhead. Paul was sat on a bench that was at one side of the orchestra, Simon was stood next to him. Simon asked, "You're sure she's coming?" Paul nodded his head, "Yes" "And she's definitely up for it?" Paul's replay was short, kind of exasperated, "Yes...She overheard me telling Dad what I did to her Mum, she knows what to expect" Simon said, "Okay," although he didn't sound convinced. Paul's phone pinged. He looked at the screen, grinned, and turned it towards Simon for him to read. "You see, 'Broccoli' she knows what she's coming for". I was confused, I turned towards Vicky, "It's the safe word" she said. I kept looking at her, "'No' can mean 'Yes' so there's a special word for 'No' that can't be mistaken". I nodded, I think I understood. "Do you use it?" I asked. "Never needed to". We stood waiting for whoever was going to turn up. Paul's phone pinged. "Ohay...we're on" he said to Simon, and they both moved into the bushes. Their quarry was coming! I was hard with anticipation, after watching Vicky in the Athenian Drinking club I'd been bitten by the voyeuristic bug, I couldn't wait to see what happened next. A twig snapped in the bush near the toilets and a shadow entered the clearing. I couldn't make out who… Fuck! No! It is! It's Dawn! God, what was she doing there? Was it a mistake or what? Wait, if it's Dawn then what was Paul on about what he'd done to her Mum? Unless he was the one who attacked Vicky? I wanted to see Vicky's reaction but I knew she'd be watching for mine, so I resisted. I kept my eyes firmly fixed forward, it's what I really wanted to do anyway. Paul and Simon came into the clearing and grabbed Dawn, they'd both put ski-masks on and looked particularly sinister. Dawn put up quite a struggle but all that did was make them use more force, she was no match for two grown men. They ripped her clothes off, I hoped she'd been sensible enough to wear something 'expendable'. Simon was holding her by her tits, Paul was in front of her fucking her. She wrapped her legs around Paul's hips and started flexing up and down, she was fucking Paul back. The three of them together lowered themselves to the ground. Paul way lying on his back, Dawn was straddling him, fucking him, I could hear her panting. Simon got behind Dawn and pushed her forward so that she was chest to chest with Paul, Simon knelt down and pushed himself forward, her was fucking her in the arse as Paul was in her cunt. She was giving squeals of delight now. They changed places again, Paul worked himself out from under her. Dawn lifted herself onto all-fours, she was clearly happy with what Simon was doing because she arched her back to give him better access. He took advantage and started fucking her arse as hard as could. "Yes, yes, yes" she shouted. Paul stood in front of her, now I know who got my share in the cock department. Then he knelt down and shoved the monster into Dawn's mouth, I don't know how she did it but the whole thing disappeared! He put his hands behind her head and started fucking her face, he was as rough as Simon was being at her arse. All of them seemed to climax together, Simon pulled out and stood up but Dawn grabbed Paul's buttocks and pulled him in, she kept sucking. Finally she released him, she'd swallowed the lot! Paul and Simon left Dawn alone, they were abandoning her to her fate. We heard his pimp truck drive off. Dawn pulled a bag from the bushes, she'd come prepared. She dressed in a top and some jogging pants and put the remnants of what she'd arrived in into the bag. Vicky and I looked at each other for the first time since Dawn had arrived in the park. Whenever I read people saying that couples learn to read each other's minds I dismiss it, it could never happen to us. But it did! I knew exactly what Vicky was thinking and it was what I was thinking. We went straight across the football field. When we got to the gate where it joined the lane that went around the field to the car park we stopped. I needed to get my breath back, Vicky had been quite a good distance runner in her youth and she wasn't too bad. We looked up and down the lane, not far away, towards our house, there was a small copse, Vicky nodded towards it and we went in that direction. We stopped by the first tree, Vicky held out her hand, I gave her the pillow case, she went behind the tree. I hid behind the next tree. It seemed like an age but finally I could hear someone coming down the lane. My eyes had adjusted and the moon was bright enough for me to make out it was Dawn. She was quite close now, my mouth was dry as she passed the tree Vicky was behind. In an instant Vicky was out from behind the tree and had the pillow case over Dawn's head. They struggled but Vicky was too strong, she had Dawn down on her knees. Without knowing how I got there I was behind Dawn, I pulled my jogging pants down, I stopped, I had a choice, I chose to follow Simon. It was an easy entrance as her arse was still full of his spunk. I fucked her as hard as I could, I tried to be as rough as Simon had been. We were giggling like children as we ran home across the field. After we'd showered I joined Vicky in her bed and, for the first time ever, we made love. Vicky fell asleep almost as soon as we'd finished. I lay awake and the enormity of what we'd, I'd, done hit me. I needed something to try and relax, then I remembered I'd got a bottle of Scotch in my office. It had been a present from a client, normally I just recycled them as presents for my brothers but Dad saw it and demanded I open it. I was sat in my office nursing my whisky when I heard someone come downstairs and go into the kitchen. I went to investigate, it was Dawn. "Oh, hi Dad, couldn't sleep?" "No, I needed a little nightcap. How about you?" "I'm fine, I woke hungry though, I've had quite an exhausting day" "Okay, I just thought you might have had trouble sleeping" "No problem for me, I'm out as soon as my head hits the pillow. I find the smell of our laundry so comforting". 4,000 Words. Already seen The Husband Is Usually The Last To Know (An Aside), click here to read Part 1 or click here to read Part 2 or click here or to read Part 3 or click here or to read Part 4
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