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 ï>¿Blind Uncle Paul by Isabella

   John had a small job at his blind Uncle Paul's house...John pestered me
to go with him for two days, in the end, his winning argument was, "Paul
will follow me around like a lost puppy dog, he can talk the hind leg off
of a donkey and I've got to lift his carpet and floorboard to replace the
burnt out power circuit...I'm not asking for me...I love my Uncle
Paul...I'm worried that he'll put his foot down the hole and break his
ceiling.  A simple replacement of a cable could end up taking days and
costing thousands of pounds.  All I want you to do is keep him in his
living room while work...I'll be as quick as I can be I promise."

   I agreed to his request and cancelled all of my appointments for the
following day.

   I was surprised to find that John's much beloved uncle hadn't been
invited to our wedding and that I'd never met him before.  John explained
that Paul was injured when we married, and confined to hospital so I'd
never met him before.  I was expected to sit with a man that I didn't know
and talk to him for a couple of hours while my husband worked on a burnt
out power cable...not really what I signed up to when I married John but, I
guess that you had to take the rough with the smooth in any marriage.

   When we arrived, John had a key and let himself into the house.  Paul
was sitting at his dining table wearing just pyjamas, the radio was playing
a quiz in the background and Paul was reading a brail book that was lying
open on the table top.  We hadn't made a sound as we entered the house and
Paul suddenly stiffened up, "John...John is that you?"

   "It is Uncle Paul, I've come over to look at the faulty cable in your
bedroom!"

   "You have someone with you John..." Paul sniffed air up his nose, "...is
it a woman...I hope that it's your wife and not your mistress John!"

   John looked at me nervously, "No, not my mistress this time Uncle John,
I've brought my wife...Victoria...to keep you out of my hair!"

   Paul tried to stand up, crashing his hips into the dining table, John
jumped to stop him and push him back into his seat before he fell over. 
John looked at me and said, "And this is why I need someone to keep you out
of mischief Uncle...you never look where you're going!"

   Paul landed a perfectly weighted slap, directly on the back of John's
head, "Cheeky little bugger, you're not too big to put over my knee you
know."

   There was a little more family banter between John and his uncle, I
could very well see why John loved his uncle...Paul was very clever and
witty, actually, he was quite handsome too for a man of his age.

   Paul looked straight at me, as if he could actually see me, "Ever since
I got out of hospital, I've been pestering my brother to arrange a family
dinner so that I can meet you but he seems very reluctant...probably wants
to keep you all for himself!"

   "It isn't that uncle...you know that you've upset all the girls in our
family because you insist on looking at them every time you meet
them...that's why dad's stopped inviting you!"

   Paul used his nasal radar to seek my juxtaposition to him in the room,
then he looked straight at me, "I'm sure that Victoria wouldn't mind me
looking at her...would you darling?"

   I gave John a confused look, he stroked his own cheek with his
fingertips and then pointed at the brail book on the table to show me what
his uncle was on about when he said looking at me when he was totally
blind.

   "Of course not...I wouldn't mind."

   Paul looked a little excited, "Pull a chair up, sit down next to me!"

   Paul tried to turn his chair so that he was sitting sideways on to the
table but the leg of the chair was caught on the table's support and it
started to fall sideways until John stepped in and caught him.

   "Uncle, I told you that this table wasn't suitable when you bought it,
you need a table with four straight legs so that they don't try to kill you
in passing!"

   "But this table is solid oak...pedestal tables are classy!"

   I found another dining chair, from the dust on it, it was obvious that
Paul didn't get many visitors.

   Paul was now sitting sideways on to the table, John pointed to the floor
directly in front of his uncle.  I put the chair where John had pointed. 
Paul reached out, he had to lean too far forwards or rather, I was sitting
too far away from him.  "Can you move in a little closer please Vicky?"

   I had to open my legs really wide and pull my chair forwards, he reached
out again and this time, his fingertips brushed through my hair, not just a
casual brush, he was really exploring my hair, "Do you have ginger hair
Vicky?"

   "God, just how sensitive are your fingertips?"

   He chuckled, "It isn't that...ginger hair has more carotene in it, it
feels...erm...thicker than dark hair, natural blond hair is much thinner
than dark hair and bleached or coloured hair is course like straw, so I
have a good feel for hair colour, just based on how it runs through my
fingers."

   I let my eyes flick over to John, he was just standing there watching
Paul rubbing his fingers through my hair, as Paul started to slowly read my
face, millimetre by millimetre I noticed a change in John, he grew a lump
in the front of his trousers, it was turning John on watching his uncle
stroking his fingers all over my face.

   I'd never really seen John turned on before, even on our honeymoon it
took a lot to wake him up to do his business with me in bed...and, so far,
only ever in bed in the dark!

   John backed out of the dining room just as Paul was 'Looking at my lips
and mouth.

   I heard him moving furniture above my head as Paul inspected my jaw line
and chin.  I heard the sound of floorboards being lifted above me as Paul
'Looked' at my neck.  Paul was 'Looking' at my collarbones as John walked
back and forth above us, when he reached my bra strap he actually lifted my
bra strap through my t-shirt..."John always liked girls with big breasts,
judging by the thickness of these straps and the weight, you have very
large tits Vicky, how big are they?"

   I saw him flinch as soon as he asked the question...it actually took the
edge off of my feeling of embarrassment, "What was that face about Uncle
Paul?"

   "That's the point that I usually get my face slapped by my relatives or
their girlfriends...you're different though, I can feel that...you're a
very strong, self confident woman!"

   Paul let my bra straps slap down on top of my shoulders and he continued
looking at my collarbone to the outside of my shoulders.  As his finger
tips swept down over the outside of my arms, the heels of his hands were
brushing down over the outside of my breasts through my bra and t-shirt.

   I looked up, John was still moving back and forth in Paul's bedroom as
Paul's hands moved closer together, dragging his fingertips from my arms
and now he was actually cupping both of my breasts through my clothes.

   "Your breasts feel beautiful, are they thirty eight 'D' cup?"

   "No, thirty-six 'D' cup."

   "It feels like hearts but it's hard to tell through your t-shirt!"

   My bra had hearts embroidered in its cups, I was amazed that he could
feel the fine stitching through my t'shirt, most people wouldn't have felt
the embroidery even if my bra was uncovered.

   His right hand slipped down over my ribs to the waistband of my skirt,
he began tugging at it to un-tuck it, just the left hand side and then his
hand slipped onto my waist and started to stroke up under my t-shirt until
his hand cupped under my breast through my bra cup.

   Paul chose that moment to move, he leaned forward and kissed me, I let
his tongue slither into my mouth as he tugged at the bottom strap of my
bra, pulling the cups over the top of my breasts.  His left hand dropped to
my waist and pulled the right hand side of my t-shirt out of my skirt's
waistband and pulling it up to my chin so that both of my breasts were
totally uncovered.  His hands went back to 'Looking' at my breasts, just
the tips of his fingers dancing over every inch of my tits.

   "Your nipples are very responsive, I've never felt tits that were so
reactive...nipples that grew so much under my gaze."

   He changed now, went from looking at my tits with his fingertips to
playing with them, mashing them, mauling them, squeezing them...rough but
not painfully so...actually, very pleasurable really, few men had massaged
my breasts with such skill and my breasts had been played with by hundreds
of men in my life.

   I hardly missed the fact that he was working my breasts with just one
hand now, his right hand had left the party and was easing the bottom hem
of my skirt up over my thighs.

   My inner angel whispered in my ear, 'You should stop him...what if John
walks in and catches him...'

   My inner devil answered for me, 'John is so naive that he probably
wouldn't spot anything was going on...we married him because he was a safe
pair of hands, the straight laced, good provider...the man to marry and let
him look after us for the rest of our lives...'

   Paul whispered, "Was John a disappointment on your honeymoon?"

   I had to think about that question, Paul was actually pulling at the
gusset of my knickers to one side as he posed his question and now the tips
of his fingers were 'Looking' at my pussy lips, if my legs weren't being
forced apart by his chair, I might have considered closing my legs to cut
off his access to my pussy, not that I'd ever stopped a man playing in my
garden before...I loved having men digging in my flower bed with their
fingers.

   When I agreed to marry John, I thought that I'd never feel another man's
fingers between my legs like this again, I wasn't really disappointed on my
wedding night, I hadn't expected anything from John and he failed to
disappoint, he was very slow to arouse and very quick to explode, on our
two weeks away for our honeymoon we had sex every night but the fourteen
sessions with John wouldn't add up to one shag with the man I was with
before John.

   "You don't have to admit to being disappointed by him...I could smell
sex when you walked in here, the smell of sex was oozing out of every pore
of your body...not the smell of a satisfied woman, the smell of a woman
desperate for sex..."

   Paul was lifting my left leg and easing it over the right arm of his
seat, he may have been clumsy in everything else but in sex, Paul was a
skilful artisan.

   "I can't say that I was disappointed on my honeymoon Uncle Paul, I
didn't expect much...well, anything really...John only kissed me a few
times before we married, he didn't try to touch me...John needed a wife, I
needed a husband...I'd had ten years of wild abandonment..." As I spoke,
Paul was lifting my right leg into the same position as my left, "...I had
sex with hundreds of men but none were the kind that would make a good
husband, not like John, he's safe and steady..." Paul's hands were now
behind my buttocks, he was pulling me towards him, my legs sliding along
the arms of his chair like a train truck on rails, I suddenly found myself
impaled on his cock and he was fucking up into me slowly, "...pair of
hands, I'm sure that I'll never spend a sleepless night wondering where
John is!"

   "Is it safe for me to cum in you Vicky?"

   "I'm on birth control implants, John doesn't want kids just yet, so it's
safe to finish off in me if you want too!"

   I saw an awkward grimace on his lips as he fucked up into me, "It isn't
nearly as much of a turn on to cum in a woman if there's no possibility of
making her pregnant...would you suck me off...I mean, if I get you off like
this first, would you let me finish off in your mouth?"

   I gave a little giggle, "Okay, if you give me...Oh My God!"

   As I was agreeing to blowing him after he gave me my orgasm, he'd looped
his hands over my shoulders and was pulling me down onto his cock hard as
he fucked up into my cunt like a jackhammer, giving me my first climax of
the year in just a few seconds.

   My upper body collapsed onto his chest, my chin over his shoulders as I
fought for breath.

   "John's starting to put the floorboards down, I don't want to sound
desperate but..."

   I pushed myself back, dropped back onto my seat and kicked my chair back
a little so that I could lean forwards and suck his cock.  He was playing
with my tits again as I heard the sound of furniture being dragged across
the bedroom floor above us.  I swallowed Paul's spunk as John was walking
down the stairs.

   I sat bolt upright and pulled the front of my bra into place, shook my
tits to settle them into place, I didn't have time to yuck my t-shirt into
the waistband of my skirt but apart from that and the fact that the gusset
of my knickers were still folded over, exposing my cunt to the fresh air, I
looked respectable again.

   Paul started to turn his seat back to the table and John caught him
again as the chair leg caught on the legs of the pedestal table and tried
to eject Paul onto the floor again.

   I kissed Paul on the lips, "Nice to meet you...at long last...Uncle
Paul!"

   Paul managed to slip the tip of his tongue into my mouth, tasting his
own spunk in my mouth gave him a smile, "Come back any time Vicky, if John
can't make it with you...I keep a spare key under the flowerpot at the side
of the front door!"

   John went through the door first and I took the opportunity to
straighten my knickers out, more for comfort than the prospect of John
seeing anything out of place...it was twelve hours before bedtime and I was
sure that the thoughts of sex wouldn't even cross John's mind until
then...and probably only if I prompted that thought in the first place.

   I closed Paul's front door and looked down at the flowerpot that he'd
mentioned as John hefted his toolbox into the back of his van...John's
voice came from the back of his van, "I'm sorry about that darling!"

   I pulled his back doors of the van open a little wider and leaned
against it as John sorted the back of his van out a little, "Sorry about
what darling?"

   "Welllllll, not warning you about my uncle before you agreed to come
with me for the first thing and leaving you to face his exploring fingers
for another..." We moved to the front of the van, John opened the passenger
door for me and I climbed in, sliding over to the middle seat as John
closed my door and ran around the front of the van to the driver's door, I
dug a fresh mint out of my handbag and popped it in my mouth, "...and
having to run out of the dining room like that!"

   "Like what darling?"

   John started the engine and pulled away from the curb before he looked
over at me, his face slightly red and an awkward look on his face,
"Wellllll, I got a little turned on when I saw my uncle feeling your face
like that...I'd seen him doing it to cousins and aunties before...it always
gives me..." John's voice sank to a whisper, "...a boner..." I could hardly
hear him above the sound of his engine, "...I had to run for it before I
wet my pants...I thought that I'd be able to handle it but it is different
when the girl that Paul is looking at is your own wife...I found it even
more of a turn on!"

   He gave me another strange look, "Didn't it creep you out?"

   "What darling?"

   "Well, having my uncle feeling you like that...or the fact that it gave
me a boner...didn't that at least creep you out just a little bit?"

   I reached over and ruffled John's hair a little, "John darling, you know
that I love you, having your uncle looking at my face like that wouldn't
creep me out and hearing that it turned you on is really sweet!  I mean
lots of men get jealous when other men touch their wives."

   John indicated left, he was pulling off the main road well before our
house, "Where are we going now darling?"

   John gave me a guilty look, "I'm..." he looked down at his lap and the
clear bulge that had grown in his trousers, "...erm...well, erm, I need a
little kiss and cuddle!"

   "We can be home in twenty minutes darling!"

   "I know...I'm feeling a little reckless!"

   John pulled into a little country lane and stopped a hundred yards off
of the main road and reversed into a field's gateway and parked, "Slip over
into the other seat please darling."

   I moved to the door and John climbed over the hand brake and gearstick
to sit in the seat that I'd just vacated.

   John pulled me so that I was sitting or rather kneeling over his lap, it
felt to me like a very similar position to how I was sitting with Paul
while he was fucking me...only this time, my knickers were blocking the
path to my cunt and John wasn't the kind of man to usually want to fuck in
the front seat of his van!

   We kissed for a few moments and then John hugged me into his chest, "Did
my uncle look at your breasts while I was working in his bedroom?"

   My cheek was at the side of my husband's, I nodded my head.

   "Was it Paul that pulled your t-shirt out of your skirt?"

   I nodded my head again.

   Did he feel your tits through your bra?"

   I nodded my head again, he pulled my face back in front of his and
smiled at me before kissing me again.

   John was holding my face in his hands in front of his, "Did he uncover
your breasts to look at your tits?"

   I started nodding my head and John groaned, we both looked down at his
trousers, he'd just cum in his trousers and the wetness was spreading out
through my knickers as well.

   I gave him a passionate kiss and as we kissed, his hands slipped under
my t-shirt and he rubbed up to my bra, lifting the front of my t-shirt up
so that he could kiss my bra covered breasts.

   The front passenger door was suddenly yanked open and strong hands
pulled me off of John's lap, I was very confused but suddenly I saw a
police car parked on the road, across the front of John's van.  I was
manhandled over to the back of the police car and bundled into the back
seat, the door slammed shut and the police officer walked back to John's
van where John was still sitting frozen to the spot, staring in disbelief
at what was happening.

   I was quite locked away from everything, there is no way to open the
back door of a police car from the inside, I couldn't even open the windows
and a metal grill behind the front seats stopped me wriggling from the back
of the car into the front.

   I could hear raised voices...well, the police man's voice was raised but
John just sat there meek and mild as the police officer ranted at him.

   After about fifteen minutes John was allowed out of the van and he was
dragged over to the seat in front of me, the other side of the metal grill.
I watched the police officer walking around John's van, he was looking for
defects, a cracked indicator glass here, a nick in the sidewall of the rear
tyre.

   John's face was bright red..."We can both be charged with performing an
act of gross indecency in a public place..."

   "What is it darling...there's more, isn't there?"

   'It wouldn't be the first time I'd been offered a cash fine or a fine in
kind by a corrupt police officer!' jumped into my head.

   "Well, according to Officer Jenkins...if we're found guilty, we could
face six months in prison and/or a fine of not less than five percent of
our gross annual income and not more than ten percent...but the real
problem is, the newspapers always jump on juicy cases like this, we'll both
be in the newspapers for sure..."

   I stopped John at that point, "Did he offer you an alternative to going
to court?"

   John looked surprised at my insight..."How?"

   "John, I'm locked in the back of the car with no way out, you're sitting
in the front, you can come and go as you please, did he offer us a way out
of going to court?"

   "Welllllll, he did but I don't think that you're going to like it!"

   "Come on John, stop beating about the bush, what's on offer?"

   "He wants you to perform community service...two hours of unpaid
voluntary work a week for twenty-six weeks!"

   "Well, if it'll keep us out of prison and the newspapers, it seems like
a small price to pay!"

   "I don't think you understand darling, I think he expects sex from you
for two hours a week for the next six months!"

   I nodded my head, "Coppers often want sex from respectable married
women, it gives them a feeling of power over them...and if their husband's
know all about it and have to agree with it, all the better...makes them
feel like big men"

   John's jaw seemed to firm up at that point, I'll go to court...fight
it...I can get a good lawyer!"

   "And how much will a good lawyer cost?"

   John looked a little deflated, "Probably more than the fine!"

   "Darling, you know that I've had lovers before you...lots of
lovers...what difference will one more man make to me and you'll know all
about it, it won't be like I'm going behind your back or anything...I'll
just stay on birth control implants for another six months so he can't make
me pregnant!"

   I saw a little shiver run through John's body, I slid forward in my seat
and looked over the back of his seat as well as I could with the grill
there, the wet patch on the front of his jeans was spreading out again,
he'd just cum in his pants for a second time in an hour.

   "Why don't you go and tell him that I'll accept community service
darling!"

   As John walked over to the copper still writing down the van's defects
in his note book, I pondered, 'Who would have thought it, my new husband,
my very straight laced husband, gets turned on by the thought of his wife
being fucked by other men...perhaps I don't have to close down my pussy's
fun just because I'm married...if I play my cards right, John might even
find new cocks for me to play with from time to time if it really is as big
a turn on for him as it seems!'

   John climbed back in the front seat of the van, it looked like I would
be going with the copper for an alfresco fuck!

   I watched the copper as he walked towards me, I expected him to go to
the driving seat to take me away with him but he didn't he came over and
opened the back door for me to escape.  "Are you a good dancer..." he
looked at his notebook, "...Victoria?"

   "Reasonable I guess...why?"

   He looked over to John who was now starting the van's engine, "I've told
John to dress you up really sexy for tonight, I'm expecting a really sexy
striptease tonight for your first thirty minutes of community service and
an outstanding fuck for the last ninety minutes!"

   He smiled at me, "Now, on your way Mrs Clarke and try to keep out of
farm gateways, the farmer reported you, he thought that you two were
gypsies getting ready to move into his field..." he checked his notebook
and chuckled, "...of Rape!  Do you like 'Rape' play Victoria?"

   "I've had boyfriends in the past that have liked it that way!"

   "Good, at least you're more experienced than your husband!"

   I slipped into the front passenger seat next to John, his face was
bright red, "I blame myself...I was weak...I should have controlled
myself!"

   "Why don't we go home darling...if I'm going to have to let that big ape
fuck me tonight, I want to have the memory of you fucking me first to focus
on while he's defiling me!"

   John groaned again and I saw his cock bounce in his trousers.

   I smiled inwardly at John's reaction.

   He broke a few speed limits on our way home and he rang his father to
have his afternoon's appointments covered by one of their other staff.

   John reversed the van up the drive, he stopped five feet short of the
garage doors, I climbed out of the van and opened the back doors so that he
could take his kit out and store it safely in the house.  John was about to
lift his toolbox out of the van but I stopped him

   "You were going to have a little play out of doors in that gateway,
would you like to start the ball rolling right here?"

   John looked around, we could hear our neighbours working in their back
yard and there were kids playing in the street but with the van in front of
us, the garage behind and the doors both open, there was a little outdoors
space hidden from the rest of the world.  I pulled my knickers down and
bent over into the back of his van, then I pulled the back of my dress up
over my lower back and John stepped in, he hit brown first, I gasped and
gave him four points for potting brown but wriggled my hips to throw him
off.

   "We don't have the time to play sexual snooker darling, go straight for
gold...I want to feel you in my cunt!"

   The talking from next door suddenly stopped, 'Ooooops, probably a little
too loud!' ran through my mind...fortunately John was more focussed on what
he was doing, rather than what the people around us were doing, or rather,
what they weren't doing at that precise moment.

   John plugged his cock into my cunt, he managed three thrusts before he
gasped, his knees went weak and he fell away from me having deposited his
teaspoon full of jizz in my pussy.

   I spotted feet and legs under the rear door at the side of the van, I
snatched my knickers up off the floor and hid them in John's tool box. 
Fortunately John had spotted our neighbours approaching and he covered his
cock quickly enough so that he wasn't seen by them.

   We got a string of apologies from Mike and Carol for spying on us. 
John, as usual...ever polite...invited them in for a cup of tea.

   Mike asked where we'd been together, John told him about the job he'd
done for his uncle Paul Clarke, I was looking at Carol's face as I started
to make the cup of tea, there was a massive grin on her face at the mention
of Paul's name...the look on Mike's face was far from a smile, "You didn't
take Vicky to that old reprobate's house did you John?"

   John nodded his head.

   Mike said, "I hope that you didn't take your eyes off of Vicky while you
were in Paul's house, he only needs a second to get up to mischief...my
Carol won't go near him on her own...will you darling?"

   Carol lost her smile as her husband looked over at her to confirm his
assertion but as she nodded her head, I spotted her nipples engorge, even
through her bra and blouse...Carol was reliving some very sexy memories.

   I passed the tea around the table and a few finger fancies, Mike took an
absentminded sip of his tea and did that, "Hot...hot...hot...very hot!"
kind of thing as he sucked gallons of cool air into his mouth...he looked
thoughtful for a moment, whatever had taken his mind off of the fact that
his cup of tea would be hot formed in his mind as he waved his hand in
front of his mouth and then there was the look of, 'Oh yes!' on his face,
"John, what do you know about those new fangled LED strip lighting things?"

   "Well, I've done the course, I know the technicalities..."

   "Can you look at my under cupboard lights in my kitchen sometime
please?"

   I knew that most men...most electricians at any rate...would roll their
eyes and begrudgingly look out for a neighbour but John wasn't like most
men, if he'd had a tail, it would have been wagging at the prospect of
helping a neighbour and trying out a new skill.

   I said, "Tea will take ten minutes to cool down enough to drink darling,
why don't you go and at least have a look at what the problem is while it
cools."

   Mike and John went via his tool box to collect the rudimentary tools and
a circuit tester, leaving me and Carol alone in the kitchen.

   I gave her a warm smile, "So Carol...just how often have you been back
to Paul Clarke's house without Mike knowing?"

   She looked shocked, her face turned bright red and then she laughed,
"Paul Clarke can be habit forming, I was going once a month at first but
I'm strict with myself these days, I only go twice a year and only then
when I'm slap bang in the middle of my safe period, Paul has an
impregnation fantasy and Mike had a pregnancy phobia!"

   "Why don't you just go on implants?"

   Garol grinned, "If I did, my breasts would end up as big as yours...not
that there is anything wrong with breasts as big as yours...my Mike loves
how big your tits are but just not on me, Mike is a very jealous man, he
can't handle men staring at me or flirting with me..."

   Our conversation was cut short by John and Mike returning, I looked at
John and raised my eyebrows.  John looked at Mike and then he said, "Some
berk snagged the connections, pulled one of the wires out and it was
causing the lights to flicker, the connection was just a push fit so it's
all fixed until the next time..."

   John had just saved Mile a seventy pound fine for an electrician to call
out to look at his faulty lights and a five pound repair bill...that's if
the electrician was scrupulous, a cowboy electrician could have milked Mike
for more than a hundred pounds in parts and labour.

   Once we were on our own again, I asked John how he felt.  He burst out
laughing, "I have to say, a whole lot happier than I would be feeling if
Carol and Mike had actually caught us mid..."

   I thought...unkindly, 'They would have had to be bloody quick!'

   "Not about that, how are you feeling about sex?"

   He looked confused.

   "What I mean is...You know that the copper will want to degrade and
debase me...he'll expect to be able to do things to me that his wife would
never allow...he'll treat me like a common whore, after all, he is
exchanging a possible fine of between five thousand and ten thousand pounds
for fifty two hours of sex, that's like between one hundred and two hundred
pounds an hour...not to mention the prospect of time in prison as
well...what would you expect a woman to do for...let's say...one hundred
and fifty pounds an hour?"

   John whistled, "I'd never thought of it like that darling, I'll just
have to call the deal off and take my chance in court..."

   "Our chance in court darling...I can't risk both of us ending up in
prison, fifty-two hours of my time is a small price to pay to prevent
that!"

   John shrugged his shoulders, he had no idea what to do or say.

   "What I was thinking is, the best way for me to not feel degraded and
debased is if you do all of those things to me first."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, you accidentally almost did one thing earlier...just before I
gave you four points...I think that you should fuck me up my bum...try to
give me deep throat...perhaps pee over my tits...they are the kinds of
things that I can imagine a man doing to a woman to debase her..." I looked
at John's face, he was excited all over again, "...perhaps I need to revise
the order of things, the deep throat, followed by pissing over my tits and
ending up in my bum...what do you think?"

   "I think that you're probably right, having me taking ownership of those
things will lessen their impact on you!"

   I could see from a mile away that John was about as excited as he could
possibly be at the prospect of treating me like I was a whore...a way that
he would have never dreamt of doing to his wife!

   We almost ran up to our bedroom, I watched as he stripped himself, his
cock looked bigger than I'd ever seen it so far.

   John moved into the centre of the bed and waited expectantly for me to
start sucking his cock but I had a sudden idea, I put one of my smooch CDs
in the CD player and started it playing, I undressed as sexily as I could
while dancing at the foot of the bed.  When I was totally naked, I asked
John how I'd done, if my striptease had been a turn on for him.

   "I think that you need more clothes to take off, you really need to talk
to my dad about stripping though, he goes to loads of strip clubs."

   I climbed on the bed and got myself comfortable and readied myself for a
deep throat session, I took a firm grip of his cock and opened my mouth
wide...I was no stranger to oral sex, after all, this would be the second
time today but I wasn't well practiced on taking a cock in deep.  My lips
were just about to gather his cockhead when I suddenly got a very wet face,
just watching me strip and then the anticipation of my giving him oral sex
for the first time in his life had caused him to blow his load all over my
face.  I was bloody disappointed but pragmatic, I popped my mouth over the
head of his cock and licked him clean, just to get him over the first
taste, or rather feel of oral sex, perhaps, when he regained his erection,
I'd get to actually take his cock in my mouth without him spouting before I
even got close.

   I kissed the head of his cock and then I rolled my body so that I was
lying on the bed at his side, "how long do you think it will take for you
to get hard again darling?"

   He shrugged his shoulders, "Thirty minutes, perhaps a little longer!"

   I nuzzled my mouth against his neck, "How come no one has ever given you
oral sex before darling?"

   "I went to a boys grammar school, I didn't even know girls existed until
I was sixteen and had to move to a mixed sixth form school...it was still a
grammar school but by sixteen, the girls were already sorted out for
boyfriends and every one assumed that I was gay because of my previous
school."

   "How come you didn't play with boys at the all boy school?"

   It made me sick even just thinking what they were doing behind closed
doors...I've always known that I wanted a girlfriend...a wife...a normal
life!"

   I started stroking his body, paying special attention to his cock and
balls.

   "How many times have you sucked cocks Vicky?"

   "Are you asking me how many different cocks have I sucked or, to the
nearest thousand, how many times I've sucked a cock in my life?"

   He giggled, "I've been a jerk haven't I...I married a woman with a
wealth of sexual experience and I've only used about one percent of your
experience since we married.  So, who was the first..the first man that you
sucked off?"

   'Okay, it's taken a while but you knew that this day would come...to
tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth...or lie my
fucking head off?'

   I opted for economy of the truth, "When I was fourteen, one of my dad's
friends, a neighbour of ours got me on my own and told me that he wanted to
fuck me...I would have let him but...well, I just knew that if I let him
fuck me, he would want to kiss me and he was plug ugly, so I lied, told him
that I was on the rag but offered to give him a wank...well, he wasn't
interested in a hand-job, he could do that to himself, so he forced me to
give him oral!"

   John's cock jumped under my hand, I wondered how high his cock would
have jumped if I'd actually told the truth, that I'd added four years onto
my age and that far from being alone with him, my dad was there, drunk as a
lord, egging his friend on...encouraging me to be nice to his friend.

   We went through a question and answer session, John was asking me
questions about my sex life, I was telling him a much toned down version of
what really happened and over thirty minutes, his cock slowly inflated to
full strength-plus.  I called an end to our question and answer session
while he was fully hard but before he got overly excited.  I worked quickly
but carefully to get his cock into position and worked his cockhead into my
throat and backed away from him quickly.

   "Was that okay for you darling?"

   He had a stupid schoolboy smirk on his face as he nodded his head,
"Fucking mind-blowing darling!"

   "Okay, if you'd like to cum in my mouth we can stop at oral, and I'll
get you back into place and suck you off, if you'd like to try the pee
game, we can move to the bathroom and I'll lie in the tub, you pee wherever
you want to, my face, my tits, my belly, between my legs...it'll be up to
you.  I'll take a shower when you've finished and then you can fuck me up
my bum, or fuck me the usual way, or I'll get you off with my mouth, it'll
be up to you where you finish off in me!"

   I made myself comfortable in the bath tub and John pissed all over my
tits, I got about a gallon of pee over my tits and a last squirt splashed
down between my legs.

   While I was showering, John called his father on his mobile phone while
he sat on the toilet watching me wash myself, "Hey dad...I know that this
will sound like a stupid question but...we're going to a fancy dress party,
I'm going as Superman..."

   I heard his father say, "You always go as superman John...superman or
Clark Kent...you're almost the world's expert in playing Superman at fancy
dress parties, so how can I help you?"

   "...well, the thing is, I'm trying to talk Vicky into going dressed as a
stripper but I have no idea what she should wear, she has no idea either
and as you're the world's expert in strippers, I thought that you could
give me a few pointers."

   "Well, the thing is...a stripper usually wears lots of clothes, more
than you'd ever expect her to.  Like three bras, a big one on top, then a
medium one under that and a small one under the other two so that as she
takes them off, it always looks like the punters are going to see flesh but
instead, there is a smaller bra under it."

   "Thanks dad, you've been a great help."

   "Just a minute lad, it's the same thing as the bra with her knickers,
big knickers on top, bikini brief knickers and a thong under the bikini
briefs and tops as well as skirts, everything in threes, and if she wants
to be really authentic as a stripper, she needs to shave her pussy too!"

   "Thanks dad...I think it's a little too warm at this time of the year
for all that, I'll tell her to go as Lois Lane...or perhaps, Super-girl! 
Save the stripper costume for a winter party, Halloween or Christmas...no,
not suitable for Christmas, maybe New Year's party...thanks dad, love you!"

   John closed his phone down and then he looked at my bush, it wasn't
wild, I had trimmed it down a few times for special occasions, like our
wedding day, I'd shaped my pubic hair into a heart shape that was still
visible after six months.

   "What do you think about shaving?"

   I nodded my head, "Makes sense to me, I have no idea if he's clean...I
mean, he could have crabs or body lice or anything!"

   So I let John shave my pubic mound totally clean while I was in the
shower.  John wasn't keen on shovelling shit up hill...too many
associations with homosexuality so I took his sperm in my throat.

   Even though it was so hot, I found the three pairs of knickers in
descending size order and the bras to suit, two tops, two skirts and a
dress.  I wore self support stockings and six inch high heels.  I painted
my face, did my hair and then I stood in front of John.

   "What do you think darling?"

   "Bloody fantastic...I might go with my dad to one of his strip clubs if
the girls look anything like you do now."

   "Well, are you talking me to him or shall I drive myself?"

   "I'll take you."

   "I -(TM)ll ring you when I'm finished and you can come back and pick me
up."

   "I'll wait outside for you."

   "I'll be in there for at least two hours!"

   "waiting for you for two hours will be my share of the punishment!"

   John drove me to Officer Jenkins' house, he couldn't get close to the
house because of the number of parked cars out in the narrow street.  I
walked down to the front door, the noise level was very high, there was
definitely a drunken party going on inside.  I knocked on the door and
Officer Jenkins opened it, he told me to call him Frank and that I'd be
dancing for a group of his friends, the party was a stag do for one of his
friends who was getting married the next day.

   I was stopped just short of the living room door and told to go in and
start dancing after the first track ended.  Frank went into the living
room, he turned some dance music on, more rock and roll than new romantic,
I'd have to do a far raunchier to Frank's music selection than I had done
for John in my practice dance.  The lights were all turned off and two
small spot lights were pointed at the living room door.  The room went
totally silent in expectation, I waited for the first track to die away and
I stepped into the living room to a barrage of wolf whistling, clapping,
feet stamping and cat-calling.

   Frank had already told me that he wanted a thirty minute dance and as I
had eleven items of clothing to take off, that would be roughly one item of
clothing to remove per track...I actually had fifteen things on but I
wasn't planning on taking my shoes and stockings off during my dance,
perhaps not taking them off at all during the two hours of my sentence.

   I knew the basics of British stripping...in the UK, the strippers rarely
ended up totally naked in licensed strip clubs, the girls usually stripped
down to just their smallest pair of knickers and as they dropped their bra,
they usually covered their breasts with their hands or arms as the lights
were turned out, they would snatch up their clothes and run for it...I
doubted that Frank's living room would be covered by 'The Marquess of
Queensberry Rules', I was sure that I'd be expected to end up totally
naked...well, apart from my stockings and shoes and that there would be no
lights turned off at the end of my show.

   I did my dance, all eleven items in the thirty minutes and then I stood
there totally naked as Frank brought his friend over to me, Frank put my
hand in his friends, he opened the living room door and told his friend to
take me to the bedroom, second door on the right at the top of the stairs.

   Kyle was a little drunk...but not too drunk to perform.  He spent twenty
minutes fucking me and then Frank walked in on us.  Frank took over with me
while Kyle stood watching, Kyle was hard again within minutes watching me
and Frank fucking, Frank rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so that
I was on top and suddenly I had a second man in the mix as Kyle rammed his
cock up my arse.

   Frank was overweight but he had a reasonably big cock and he knew how to
use it.  It wasn't my first double penetration but it had been a while and
when I'd done it in the past, I'd been in control...I'd picked my
partners...I'd chosen what cock went into what hole.

   With the two of them fucking me, my first two hour sentence went past
very quickly, I was left panting on the bed as Frank and Kyle rejoined the
party in the living room to a rousing cheer from the eleven men still down
there.  I took my mobile phone out of my handbag and took pictures all
around the bedroom.  Frank had fucked me in his marital bed and there was
quite a mess from having two men fucking me at the same time.  Brown stains
all over the place.  I had little doubt that Frank would change the bed
before his wife returned from wherever she'd been but would he look very
deeply in his clean up.

   I walked around the upstairs of the house, I found one of Frank's police
shirts in the dirty laundry basket and I painted a lip mark on its collar
with my emergency lipstick bright red, rather than the pink that I was
wearing tonight.  Then, even though the shirt was dirty, I moved it into
the basket awaiting ironing as if it had been washed.  I also gave it a
sprits of my perfume...a little present for his wife to find when she was
slaving over her ironing basket.

   I stuffed all of my clothes into a plastic carrier bag apart from the
dress that I'd worn on top of my other clothes and I left the house and ran
to John, still waiting in his car for me.

   I gave him a reassuring smile as I folded one of my skirts to sit on to
protect his seat.

   John said, "How did it go darling?"

   I took his hand and lifted the front of my dress.  I closed his thumb,
index and little fingers into a partial fist and pushed his middle and
third fingers into my pussy, his fingers acted like a semen ramp, Frank and
Kyle's slime slithered down into his palm.  He looked at his hand, the
puddle forming in his palm, "Wow, there's a lot of stuff up there...how
many men did you have to let fuck you?"

   "It was a stag party for Kyle Franklin, I stripped off while thirteen
men watched and then I had to let Kyle fuck me and of course, Officer
Jenkins...his first name's Frank by the way...and I wish that you had used
my bum earlier because when Frank was fucking me, Kyle used my bum at the
same time and his entry was very painful because I hadn't been opened up
earlier!"

   "Sorry darling."

   As we drove home John asked me to tell him everything that had happened
to me in the two hours that I was under Frank's control...when I got to the
part about leaving Frank's wife a little present in her ironing pile, John
laughed his head off...not a pretty sight...

   I washed myself out thoroughly as soon as we reached home and John
fucked me for ten minutes which was good for him, probably his personal
best.

   John was supposed to be working on a new build property at the edge of
the village, just running wires from the distribution board to the various
switches, sockets and light fittings but he'd already finished the lion's
share of the work the last time that he was there so he was in no rush to
get off, we were just having a last cuddle in bed when the telephone rang,
I looked at the screen and saw John's father's number.  I handed the phone
to John, he threw it back like a hot potato, he whispered, "I'm not
supposed to be here, I should be at the new house first fixing!" As if his
father would hear anything above a whisper.

   I made my voice sound sleepy, "Morning, Wellingborough 2..."

   Ron interrupted me, "Hi Vicky darling, it's Ron here!"

   "Oh hi dad...John's not here...he went out earlier, I think he's wiring
in a washing machine at the bungalow or something..." I yawned for effect.

   "I think Mrs Wilkinson's new washing machine is next Monday...anyway,
pity I missed him this morning."

   "Okay dad, see you tomorrow at lunchtime!"

   "Just a minute Vicky..."

   "I'm still here dad!"

   "How did the fancy dress party go last night?"

   "It didn't...I was in my shower ay six thirty and John suddenly rushed
in and stopped me, he had an idea for a strippers costume and he
...erm...needed to do something and he suddenly lost interest in going out
and we had an early night instead!"

   Ron laughed at my answer, "Erm Vicky, how were you planning on pulling
off a stripper at a fancy dress party?"

   "John bought me a flesh toned body stocking, I was going to put that on
first, then all the rest of my clothes on top and once we were at the
party, I was going to dance and strip down to the body stocking and just
walk around in the body stocking from then on!"

   "A body stocking would still have been very revealing though...wouldn't
it?"

   "Well, I was planning on tacking three fig leaves in strategic places to
preserve my modesty."

   "Erm, would you have been comfortable stripping down like that in front
of a room full of strangers Vicky?"

   "They weren't strangers dad, I went to university with half of them and
the rest were friends of John's!"

   I looked over at John and raised my eyebrows at him...things were taking
a strange path with my father-in-law.

   "You still there Vicky?"

   "Sorry dad, I desperately need a caffeine fix to wake me up, I was just
walking down to the kitchen!"

   "Oh, walking around the house in broad daylight in just your
nighty...very decadent!"

   "Well, probably even more decadent than that really, good thing we only
have a few neighbours that can see into our kitchen...might give old Mr
Cooper a heart attack if he was looking out of his back bedroom window at
the moment!"

   "Vicky...would you be willing to perform a striptease for my birthday
present at a little illegal drinking club for me?"

   "Just for you, you mean dad?"

   "No, for me and a few of my drinking buddies!"

   I muted the phone, "What do you think John?"

   I felt his cock jump against my thigh as he barked out, "Do it but only
if I'm invited to watch you as well!"

   I unmuted the phone, "I'm not sure dad...I'm not shy or anything but you
know John better than me, I think he might not like a room full of
strangers ogling at my body covered in just a body stocking...you should
ring John on his mobile, talk it through with him...I'm happy to go with
John's answer either way!"

   "Erm, Vicky...before you go...I was thinking of asking you to leave the
body stocking off if you did the strip for me and my friends!"

   "Well, clear that with John as well, like I said, I'm not shy!"

   I said goodbyes to Ron and then pushed John out of the house and into
the back garden, if his dad rang him while he was supposed to be on a new
building site, he'd expect to hear echoing rooms or, the sounds of nature
and cars, rather than my kitchen radio playing.

   I heard John's phone ring, Ron must have put the phone down from his
call to me and instantly dialled John's phone.  John was walking up and
down the back garden, deep in conversation with his father.  I saw John put
his phone back in his pocket and he walked back into the kitchen.

   "I've told my dad that I'd talk to you, he didn't tell me that he'd
already spoken to you, he gave me a ton of old flannel and made it seem
like my idea to ask you if you'd do a little strip at his birthday drink
tonight."

   The house phone rang again, John looked at the screen, "It's my dad
again!"

   I picked the call up, "Morning, Wellingborough 25..."

   Ron butted in again, "Hi Vicky, it's me Ron again."

   "Hi again dad...don't tell me, John hasn't taken his mobile to work with
him again!"

   "No...no, I've spoken to John, I've given him the rest of the day off,
it would be much better if you didn't mention that I've already spoken to
you about stripping for me though, I led John down the garden path a little
and he actually thinks that it is his idea for you to do a little
striptease for my party!"

   "How did you do that dad?"

   "I told him that my birthday party was being called off because the
company providing the stripper for the party got busted by the police last
night on a charge of prostitution so they've had to go dark for a few
months while the police are looking into them, and John jumped in without
needing his arm twisting, he said that he was sure that you'd do a strip
for us if he could be there to watch as well!"

   "I think John's just reversing his van onto the drive dad, do you want
to speak to him?"

   "I'd better not darling...don't forget, we haven't spoken about you
stripping at my party!"

   "Just how illegal is the drinking den that your dad's party is being
held at tonight darling?"

   "Well, the office block is derelict, on paper it's unsafe to enter but
that's just a con so that the owner can't lease the building out, one of my
cousins made a doorway from the cellar of his restaurant through to the
basement of the office block that backs on to them, everyone goes into the
drinking den through Anthony's restaurant."

   "Well, that would make it illegal I suppose, is that all?"

   "They don't have a licence to serve alcohol!"

   "And that would make it doubly illegal I guess!"

   "They don't have an entertainment licence either!"

   "Anything else?"

   "They would need a special licence to run strippers...they don't have
one!"

   "Sounds better and better, there can't be much more...surely!"

   "They don't exactly pay tax on the alcohol that they sell...well, they
do pay tax on it but in Athens...members of our family bring it over to
England in their trucks full of oranges, olives or tomatoes."

   "That's enough!  I don't think I could stand any more levels of
illegality."

   I dug out some different clothes for my striptease and we spent the day
playing together.  I dressed again and did my face, we left home at five
thirty and drove into Milton Keynes for six o'clock but everywhere was
empty, just John's cousin in the restaurant, he took us through to the
office block behind the restaurant, it was as dark as sin in the old office
block.  The windows had all been painted over with thick black paint to
stop any light from inside spilling out into the street.

   The main room was a massive open plan office, the desks had all been
lined up at one end of the room to form a platform for a stripper to
perform on, there was a double bed in the centre of the home made stage. 
There was also a homemade set of steps that led down to a changing room
that had once been a conference room...there were other rooms behind the
conference room.

   I realised that the five rooms behind the conference room were all
kitted out as bedrooms, it was obvious that the girls that were stripping
at the illegal drinking den were also working as whores, taking customers
from the drinking den through the back for pay to play fun.

   "Will your dad expect me to use one of these rooms after I've finished
stripping for him?"

   "I'm sure that my dad would love it if you gave him an extra special
present back here after you've performed for him."

   We had an hour to kill before the party was due to start, so I started
drinking best Greek Brandy...  it cost all of two Euros a pint in Athens
and was smuggled by John's family by road the three thousand miles, through
Romania, Austria and Germany.  There was no intrinsic cost to the
transport, the driver stuffed a few crates of alcohol in with his cargo
that he was being paid to bring through Europe legally.  Most things around
John's family seemed to be a little on the shady side.

   Ron turned up first and he was talking me through how he wanted me to
strip for him and his guests when another woman turned up, she was one of
the strippers that were going to entertain and even though her boss had
told her not to go, she went anyway, so there would be two of us stripping
for Ron and his guests.

   Ron had a suitcase with accessories and other costumes for me to wear
while I was stripping and walking around the room between acts, fortunately
he didn't mention wanting to take me into one of the bedrooms, I was
expected to flounce around the room up close to his friends in the nude or
as near nude as I dared.

   When the show started, I did the full striptease, the three topcoats,
the three undercoats and once I was totally naked, I strutted and danced up
and down the stage for a full fifteen minutes before I left the stage and
went into the conference room to get dressed in a costume that John's dad
had brought in for me to wear.  While I was dressing the professional
stripper was going through her act, I walked out into the main room when
she was half way through her act and I was being congratulated by all
around.  The general consensus of opinion was that I was better than the
professional because she was just doing it for the money while I was doing
it for love!

   The old men watching the stripper, most of them lifelong friends of
John's father, were doing a lot of bottom pinching and tit touching as I
walked around the room talking to them and John was shadowing me like a
lost puppy dog with his tail wagging.

   For my second act, Ron wanted me to strip around the bed and once naked,
he wanted me to use a big black dildo on myself while lying on the
bed...I'd pointed out that because of the height of the stage and the bed
on top of that, if I was lying on top of the bed, no one would see
anything. Ron smiled at me and he nodded his head, "I know that Vicky
darling, that's why, when you start to use the dildo, I'll tell everyone
that it's okay to go up on the stage for a close-up look at you!"

   I think that was the point that John wet his trousers, yet again, just
from imagining all those men up close to me when I was totally naked.

   My final act of the evening was to suck Ron's cock while a man that John
had picked out of the crowd fucked me on the bed in front of the whole
room.

   Sunday was quiet, we had Sunday lunch with Ron and June...Monday to
Thursday were quiet for me but John worked four twelve hour days so that he
didn't have to work on Friday and on Thursday evening Frank Jenkins rang me
up to arrange his two hour fuck.

   "Am I coming to your house again Frank?"

   "Erm...no...slight problem at home...I'm in a bed and breakfast hotel in
Kettering.  For some idea my wife threw me out of the house on Saturday
morning!"

   "Saturday you say...did you clean up properly after the party?"

   "Well, not the living room but I cleaned my bedroom up properly before
she came home...if I'd cleaned up the living room she would have been
suspicious, it was after all her idea for me to throw her brother a stag
party!"

   "Okay, I'll be at your hotel at seven o'clock tomorrow evening!"