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 ï>¿Public Sex by Isabella

   Public Sex part 1

   It all started a month ago, we were walking from our village to my
husband, John's, parent's house for Sunday lunch.  Our villages were
separated by a country park, in the summer it was a pleasant two mile walk
that took around forty minutes.  About half way along our walk, John
spotted something that roused his suspicion.  He stopped and looked at a
well trodden path through course grass that was left uncut for the wild
meadow flowers to seed each year.  The path headed off to a small wood that
was on top of a disused railway cutting called The Holt.

   John pulled me along the path to see why so many people had taken it
recently while in the past, we'd never seen any kind of foot traffic across
that meadow.  The wooded area had been fenced off since the nineteenth
century when the railway cut through the side of the local hill to connect
a lime stone quarry on the edge of our village and a coal field two miles
further on, with the steel foundries in Birmingham where lime and coal was
used to help smelt iron into steel.

   One stretch of the barbed wire fence was now down and that was the point
that the footpath headed for.  I just assumed that now the fence was down,
people were taking a short cut from the main park to the car park on Holt
Road instead of walking all the way around the cutting to the bridge from
the park, over the old railway line and down to what had been the goods
yard and car park.

   John stopped and pulled me behind a tree, he'd spotted something that he
didn't want to startle.  The railway cutting was a natural conduit for
wildlife as it was fenced off from humans and we often had deer foraging
for food along the old track bed.  We had a sightline down onto where the
old track had been, I'd expected to see deer but instead I saw two people
in an area that was usually free from any human activity.  I recognised
Paul Gamble first, Paul lived two streets away from us in our village and
he had a woman in a dress, bent over in front of him and it was obvious
that he was fucking her from behind.

   As soon as I realised that we were watching one of our neighbours
fucking a woman that wasn't his wife, I started pulling John away from the
cutting, trying to get him back out onto the park but he resisted me. 
Suddenly another man appeared along the track bed from the direction of
Holt Road car park.  The man greeted Paul by name but he wasn't a local
man, he started unzipping his own trousers.  Paul turned the woman and I
recognised her too, she was Angela Whitefield, a lot closer to home than
Paul Gamble, Angela lived just a few houses away from us on the same
street.

   John was obviously extremely turned on by what he was seeing, now there
were two men fucking Angela, one in her pussy and the other fucking her
mouth.  John pushed me against the tree that we were hiding behind and he
started kissing me.  I was okay until he started pushing the front of my
t-shirt up, exposing my bra and trying to get his hands on my breasts.  I
pushed him off of me and pulled the front of my t-shirt back down.  I gave
John a dirty look but didn't say anything because I didn't want the
mÃ(C)nage à trios going on in the cutting to know that we were there
watching them.

   We continued our walk to John's parent's house in stony silence, I
wasn't happy because John had tried to make love to me out in a public
space and he wasn't happy with me because I'd rejected him.

   On Monday morning John sent me an email from work, there was no real
message apart from 'Read this story!'

   I opened the file he'd sent me, it was about a woman who had sex with
her husband in the back seat of a car in a public car park.  It wasn't a
long story, nothing unusual or outstanding happened, just a husband and
wife having sex in the darkness in their car.

   Monday afternoon John sent me another file, another story, same message,
'Read this story!'

   The second story was a little longer than the first, another husband and
wife having sex in a parked car only this time, they are doing it in the
daylight.

   That night John asked me what I thought to the stories, I told him that
I thought that they were very well written but that he knew that I wasn't
really interested in reading pornography.

   After dinner we watched TV, John managed to find a film to watch, it was
made in the nineteen seventies when the censors didn't mind a little mild
pornography in a film that didn't really have any need to depict sex for
the story line.  John managed to get himself worked up during the sex scene
and he came to me, we kissed for a few minutes on the sofa as the couple on
the screen danced around the prelude to the second sex scene of the film
and by the time they got down to it again, John had my knickers around my
left ankle and I was sitting on his knee, facing the TV, while he fucked me
from below.

   John timed his own orgasm to coincide with the man on the screen, I'd
had three or four orgasms in that time.

   John went to work again on Tuesday morning before I woke up, when I did
wake, I found an email from my husband, another sex story, another married
couple screwing, this time they were on a beach, screwing in sand dunes but
this time, a stranger stumbled over them and watched as they finished off
their fun.  The couple had just been out walking on the beach, as it wasn't
such a warm day they were fully dressed so there wasn't much for the
stranger to see, he was in no doubt that the couple were fucking but he
couldn't actually see any of the actual action.  It reminded me of the
scene in the railway cutting on Sunday afternoon...well, apart from the
fact that Angela and Paul were standing up and as soon as the third party
turned up he was welcomed into the party.

   I had a session at the library on Tuesday at eleven o'clock, an
unemployed local woman needed to gain skill and a qualification in English
and computing.  I wasn't qualified to teach English but I could get her up
to speed on a computer, enough so that she could take the CLAIT, Computer
Literacy and Information Technology exam.  It was a hard hour though, the
girl was functionally illiterate as well as innumerate.

   When I got home, John had sent me another email, this time the story
seemed to be a part two to the story that I'd read in the morning, a few
months had passed and they had visited the beach often and in part two,
they were wearing swimming costumes so there was a lot more for the
stranger to see when he stumbled over them in the dunes.  The man knelt by
the woman's head and she gave him oral sex while her husband fucked her.

   It took me almost four hours to read the fourth story, the couple seemed
to be having sex on average every ten minutes of elapsed reading time but
in the story the sex took place over the course of a two week holiday and
before they left their holiday hotel, they booked for the same two weeks
the next year.

   I'd only just finished reading the story when John got home from work,
tonight he'd brought home a DVD film, a series of fifteen minute videos
filmed in various European countries with English subtitles.  After dinner
we settled down to watch the blue films, women picking men up in public
places, a bus station, a train station and an airport.  In each case, the
woman picked up a total stranger and took them to her apartment for wild,
no hold's barred sex for ten minutes each time, the final film the woman
picked a man up on a train and took him to the toilet for sex.

   Just like Monday evening, as we watched the films on the TV, John made
love to me and as the film star was fucking a stranger in the toilet of a
train, John fucked me on the sofa again with my back to his chest as I was
watching the sex on the TV screen.

   This time, after the film finished John took me to to bed and fucked all
over again but in a more conventional way.

   On Wednesday, the stories were both about oral sex and the DVD that John
brought home was all about oral sex as well.  After the film finished John
and I took a bath together and then went to bed.  John asked me if we could
do a 'Soixante neuf' position for a change.  I was never overly keen on
oral sex but I'd been immersed in oral sex fantasy fiction and films all
day so I acquiesced to his request and discovered that, once the prospect
of 'Dirty' parts of our bodies had been sorted out in the bath, I actually
quite liked having my pussy licked out, sucking John's cock wasn't too bad
either once I knew for sure that his cock was clean.

   Apart from the few occasions that I was out of the house doing voluntary
work, almost all of my days for the rest of the month were taken up with
reading erotic stories, watching erotic films or fucking with John.  Over
the course of a month, John and I had more sex than we'd had together over
all the time that we'd known each other, breaking the usual theory that if
a courting couple put a dried pea in a jar for every time they had sex
before they married and took a pea out for every time they fucked after
marriage, there would still be peas in the jar when they died.

   By the end of the fourth week John took me out to the Holt Road car park
at midnight and had sex in the back seat of the car but we remained fully
dressed, he just took his cock out of his trousers and pulled my knickers
to one side and as soon as another car pulled into the car park, John
pulled out and we drove home.  My first ever fuck outside our house, even
when we were courting, we would only have sex in our parent's houses.

   On the following Monday I popped into town on the bus, I needed a few
things from 'Bytes and PCs', the computer shop.  Just little things, I
didn't even need a shopping bag, everything fitted in my handbag...or
rather shoulder bag.

   On the way home I got off the bus at the stop after John's parent's
house and walked into the country park.  At the top of the hill by the
wooded railway cutting, the scar in the meadow leading to the broken
section of fence was still well defined and I took it.  I stood by the tree
that John had kissed me while we were watching Angela Whitefield and Paul
Gamble playing adulterers.  I spotted Angela wearing a short summer dress.
She was alone and she looked agitated, she was pacing up and down like a
caged animal, there was the sound of a car out on the Holt Road car park.
Angela walked to the edge of the woodland and looked out, she looked
disappointed as she walked slowly back to the spot that I'd seen her having
sex with Paul and the stranger.  Angela looked very disappointed as she
paced up and down in the small area that she thought was well out of sight.

   I heard voices to the north and the sound of a dog barking.  I stepped
back into the park and saw an elderly couple walking their dog, they were
walking to the north, heading towards my village, I assumed that it had
been them that had pulled into Holt Road car park, no wonder Angela looked
disappointed.

   As I was back in the park and there was nothing to see in the railway
cutting, I started to walk towards home but I didn't get very far, just as
far as the footbridge over the disused railway line.  The foot bridge had
been altered since it was built, there were still stairs up from Holt Road
but the stairs back down on the park side of the track had been removed and
an extension had been added to the bridge at the level of the park.  On the
Holt Road side of the bridge, a 'zig-zag' ramp had been added for prams and
wheelchairs to get into the park.

   There were only two cars in the car park, one I recognised was Angela
Whitefield's and the other was an old Honda Accord, the kind of car often
driven by elderly couples who owned a dog.  As I'd started out walking home
when I left the wood, I decided to carry on and walk home along the road.
As I walked towards the entrance to the car park, a car pulled into the car
park.  I'd just walked past the gateway to the car park when the car
returned, the driver must have seen me walking down the footpath from the
bridge slowed down and the driver wound his window down and drove slowly at
my side.

   "Hello darling, you out looking for a little fun?"

   I over reacted...I have to admit that...I bit his head off, I was so
aggressive that he drove off at high speed.

   I stopped and admonished myself for over reacting, I think it was
because of the way he'd approached me, I actually found it incredibly
insulting.

   At the end of the Holt Road, the car turned to the north, heading for my
village so I turned around and walked back to the footbridge.  I was about
in the middle of the bridge when I heard a car engine again, the same car
was back, I instinctively looked towards the south to the railway cutting
to see if Angela was at the edge of the wood but the parapet of the bridge
was too high to see over.  I walked quickly back to the tree with the view
over the track bed.

   Angela was walking quickly back from the edge of the wood, she stopped
in her chosen spot and the man that had spoken to me earlier just walked up
to her, he didn't say a word, he just reached down, lifted the front of her
dress above her hips.  She wasn't wearing any knickers and she just opened
her legs.  He pushed his hand between Angela's legs and fingered her, as he
was masturbating her, she kissed him and started opening his trousers.  She
pulled her hips away from his hand and squatted down in front of him, she
started sucking his cock and still not a single word had been spoken.

   He had started out just standing there passively while she sucked his
cock but then he gripped her head in both hands and started to fuck her
mouth.

   "I almost didn't come back...I saw the story on the back of the toilet
door in Wellingborough, spotted your registration number on your car and
saw a woman just outside the car park and thought that she was you...God
did she give me a mouthful.  It took me a few minutes to remember that the
story said that you were blond and the woman outside was a ginger...so I
came back...and I'm glad I did!"

   He gasped and suddenly jumped back, "God that was close..."

   Angela stood up, turned away from him and gripped her knees, he lifted
the back of her dress and rammed his cock up her cunt from behind...at
least I hoped he'd hit her cunt, the amount of force he'd put into the
thrust, it could have caused serious damage if he'd hit the wrong hole.

   My mobile phone chose that moment to ring.  I jumped away from the tree
and ran for the park as I answered the call, the screen said that it was
John.

   "Hi darling."

   "Hi...you sound a little breathless darling!"

   "Yes, I'm in the country park, I was watching Angela and some stranger
fucking."

   "Oh, in that case I'm sorry I phoned...why don't you go back and watch
them finish, ring me back when they've finished."

   "I'm sure that they heard the phone, I can't go back, I'm going home
now."

   "Well, I'm really sorry about my timing, I was just ringing to tell you
that I've found a film clip on line.  It's a husband and wife role playing,
she's very petite and dresses up like a schoolgirl and they play him
picking her up and raping her...I thought you might like it.  Any way, I'm
sending it through on an email, I just wanted to warn you it was coming
because it has a Russian address and I know that you won't usually open a
Russian website."

   I thanked John and closed the call, I passed the elderly couple and
their dog about half way home, they had turned and were heading back to the
car park, we gave a perfunctory 'Good morning' nod as we passed each other
on the path.  My phone announced that an email had arrived but I didn't
open it until I got home and I opened it on my pc.

   John was right, if I'd received the url without prior warning, I would
have just deleted the email out of hand because of the 'Dot-ru' country
indicator in the address.  The video clip opened with the couple talking to
the camera, obviously in Russian and also obviously, I couldn't understand
a word of it.  The wife held up a school uniform on a coat hanger and a wig
that was already styled into braids.  She kicked her husband and the camera
man out of the bedroom while she changed.  The next shot was filmed outside
a school, the wife was slightly taller than the rest of the girls leaving
school in a tidal wave of girls but only by an inch.

   The camera followed the flood of children and zoomed in on the wife, in
close up I realised that she had plastered her face in foundation to make
her look younger, there was a faint trace of light pink lipstick on her
lips and her eyebrows had been darkened.  As you would expect, the flood of
girls started to dissipate as girls took different routes home.  In the end
the wife was walking with three other girls and talking to one girl as they
walked.  The camera pulled back and I saw the husband lean out of the
window of the vehicle, he said something to the girl and she stopped
walking, the other three continued on, the wife was gesticulating with her
hands, obviously giving directions to somewhere.

   There was obviously a thank you from the husband and the girl walked
away.  The vehicle drove off and turned into the first side road.  The
cameraman went to the corner and filmed the wife walking alone now towards
the corner.  The husband suddenly jumped out, grabbed his wife and dragged
her into the side street where the vehicle turned out to be a panel van
with a dog cage in the back.  The wife was thrown into the cage and the
gate locked closed followed by the back doors of the van.

   I was actually ashamed to say that the scene was turning me on even more
than watching Angela fucking a stranger in the railway cutting.  And...even
though I knew that it was a husband and wife playacting they were so good
at it that I actually believed that it was a school girl being abducted.

   The next scene opened with the van pulling into a farmyard, the door at
the rear of the van opened and the wife was screaming for help.  The cage
was unlocked and the wife dragged out, she was kicking and punching at her
husband as he dragged her into a barn and raped her.  I was totally
convinced that the wife was a schoolgirl being raped, she was scratching at
his face until he tied her hands together to stop her fighting back.

   The penetration scene was filmed in super close-up and as his cock
rammed into her cunt, a ring of blood formed around his cock shaft and the
wife screamed even louder than before.

   The only point of criticism that I could make was that there was a
little roo much blood in the deflowering scene, it was more like 'A
Nightmare on Elm Street' than a sex film.

   The sex scene went on for twenty minutes, the wife was fucked every
which-way and after the husband climaxed, he dragged his naked wife across
the floor of the barn and threw her into another dog cage and locked the
gate.  The screen went black and what I took to be Russian for finish
filled the screen...'KOHeu!'.  I was about to close the video but I noticed
that there was still some time to run on the film.  Suddenly, the husband
and wife were sitting together again and talking to the camera in Russian,
his face was really scratched up and he lifted his trouser leg and showed
the camera a massive bruise...he was obviously complaining that his wife
had put a little too much realism into their role play.  She stood up and
lifted the side of her skirt, showing grasing all over her hip.  Then she
opened her legs and put her fingers into her cunt, she carefully removed a
condom from her cunt that had been filled with red dye and had been tied at
the neck.  She placed the condom on the palm of her left hand and slapped
her right hand down on top of it.  The red dye splattered out all over her
husband and her.

   I was totally turned on now and knew that John wouldn't be home for
another five hours so I masturbated myself as I watched the video through
again.

   When John got home from work I pounced on him and we fucked in the
hallway, just in front of the front door.

   I had another lesson at the library on Tuesday morning with the woman
trying to get her CLAIT qualification.  I left home at ten o'clock and
walked to the library, I recognised the car that drove past me on the main
road through our village, the car that had pulled into the Holt Road car
park and asked me if I was looking for fun.  It went past me at about
thirty miles an hour and he must have recognised me at the last moment
because his stop lights went on after about two seconds when he was about
one hundred feet away from me.  It took him another fifty feet to come to a
stop.

   The driver got out of his car and walked towards me, he offered me his
right hand and apologised for what he'd said the previous day.

   "I'm sorry I over reacted but I felt quite insulted when you drove at my
side talking to me through your window."

   "Again, I'm sorry for doing that, but did you like what you saw?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "When you were watching me and the woman that I thought you were
yesterday..."

   I felt my face colour up, "...when your telephone rang, you moved really
fast but I recognised your dress as you disappeared."

   I was shaking my head, trying to say that I wasn't watching him and
Angela but I knew that I was busted, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on
you..."

   He stopped me, "That's okay, it's the reason that we screw out in the
open like that...there is always a chance of someone catching us.  I was
hoping that you'd come back and watch us from up close or even to join in
with us...mind you, that Annie woman would have been pissed if I'd emptied
my balls in you instead of her.  She's trying to get pregnant but her
husband's sterile."

   "Angela...that woman in the railway cutting with you was Angela...not
Annie."

   "Really, the advert on the back of the toilet door in Wellingborough
said that her name was Annie, it gave the right location as well as the
right car registration mark of her car.  When I saw the car and you walking
away from the car park I assumed that you were her."

   I relaxed a little, I knew that Angela was trying for a baby but I
didn't realise just what lengths a woman who wanted a child, and couldn't
have one, would go to.

   He smiled at my obvious relaxation, "So...what have got planned for
today?"

   "I'm heading for the library, I've got a lady that needs help learning
to use a computer."

   "And after that?"

   "Just to go home and make my lunch...that's all!"

   "Perhaps I could take you out for lunch...just to apologise to you
properly for my crass approach yesrerday."

   "I don't think that would be appropriate!"

   He smiled at me again, "Your voice says no but I think your body is
saying maybe!"

   He followed me to the library, told me that his name was Adam and asked
me for mine.  I didn't tell him but that was a waste of time, as soon as we
walked into the library, the librarian welcomed me, "Hi Vicky, your student
is waiting for you on computer number three."

   It wasn't actually necessary to tell me that, the library being a small
space and all three computers were visible from the door.

   I walked over and started the computer running on my account, from
logging in, the computer would give me just one hour for the lesson, there
would be a five minute warning message and four minutes later, there was a
sixty second countdown so that my student could save anything that they
needed and at zero, the computer would kick us out.

   Today's lesson involved using an Excel spreadsheet, I had scenarios that
the woman would have to read and design a spreadsheet to suite the terms of
reference.  I could actually start her off and walk away, so long as I
remained in the room so that she could ask me questions if she had
problems, that was all I was needed for today.

   I looked over at Adam, he was reading a book but facing us at the
computer.  I took my mobile phone out of my pocket and typed a message to
John.

   'The guy I told you about yesterday saw me on my way to the library,
he's trying to get me to go to lunch with him!"

   I snapped a photograph of him and attached it to the message before
sending it.

   It took just a few seconds for John's reply, 'Where are you going with
him?'

   'I'm not going with him, I turned him down.'

   'Why?'

   'I'm not getting in a car with a stranger, he could be a murderer, a
rapist or even a white-slaver!'

   'Then don't get in his car, go to the village pub for lunch!'

   'That would get me a bad reputation in the village...you know that half
the men in this village are unemployed and spend their day in the pub for
cheap entertainment.'

   'Don't worry about anyone else, just go and have a good time...and if
you get on okay, invite him home for a coffee.  If you do invite him home
though, turn your phone off before you get there and don't turn the burglar
alarm off when you go in.  The cameras will alert me and I'll be able to
watch you on the CCTV cameras.'

   'Pervert...'

   'Guilty as charged...have a good time...and put on a good show for
me...that is, if you do take him home.  I've already got my fingers
crossed!'

   "What does this error message mean Mrs Clarke?"

   I looked at the screen, "Your sum is giving a 'Divide by zero' error,
let me see the formula you've used."

   She clicked on the cell so that the formula appeared in the top field.

   "Look here, your sum is calling for the content of cell 'K12' and that
cell isn't populated yet."

   The computer took that moment to start the one minute countdown to
closure.

   "Look, just save what you have and log out, we'll fix the formula next
week!"

   I went to the librarian to fill in my paper work for using the library's
pc for an hour, the cost would be picked up by the Job Centre as a part of
their 'Back to Work' service.  Adam was watching me like a hawk as I moved
around the library, just in case I made a run for it.

   After I'd finished my admin work I went to Adam's table.  "If you want
to have lunch with me we can go to the village pub but I'm going to have to
pay for my own lunch...so do we have a deal?"

   Adam smiled at me, "Deal!"

   We walked over to the pub, the bar was full even though it was only
eleven-thirty, the landlord was very community spirited and he did things
for the local unemployed villagers, mainly men it has to be said, like beer
at two pounds a pint and bar snacks from one pound fifty, he also put the
pool machine on free so that the men could play pool withoug paying one
pound fifty a game.  Men were also playing darts and cards.  There was
quite a hubbub until I walked in with Adam and then all eyes turned to us.

   I bought myself a half pint of cider and a ham sandwich, Adam ordered a
pint of bitter and a chicken and mushroom pie.

   The bar was so full that it was a struggle to find a private table to
sit.  One side of our table had two chairs and the other side had a bench
seat fixed to the outside wall under the window.  It wasn't the best place
to sit for me as it was directly opposite the pool table, so every time a
man took a shot in my direction I would have to push my dress down between
my thighs to stop him having a view of my knickers.

   Adam sat opposite me until the barman called out that our food was
ready, we were just engaged in a game of twenty questions, Adam was getting
to know me...I have to say that I wasn't so interested in getting to know
him, I'd seen enough of him the day before to know all the interesting
things that I needed to know about him...he had a big cock and knew how to
use it to good effect.

   Our food arrived at the bar, Adam fetched it and came behind the table
to sit next to me.  Adam ate his pie with his fingers, he used his left
hand so that his right hand was free to stroke my left thigh.  I didn't
stop him until Mark Whitefield, Angela's husband, was going to take a shot
in my direction and then I pushed Adam's hand off my thigh and pushed my
dress down between my legs.

   This happened several times before Adam leaned in and whispered, "I take
it you aren't interested in doing anything in public then."

   He'd worked out that I only stopped him touching me if a man was about
to take a shot on the pool table in my direction.  The next time I let him
touch me, he pushed the front of my dress right up and pushed the gusset of
my knickers to one side to stroke my uncovered pussy.

   I drained my glass and said, "Well, I'm finished, I'm going home, would
you like a cup of coffee?"

   Adam nodded his head and grinned at me.  There were a lot of ribald
comments from Mark Whitefield and his friends as I left the bar with Adam
but I ignored them all.

   I did as John had asked on the walk home, I turned my mobile phone off
well before I got home so that it didn't deactivate the burglar alarm
automatically as I approached.  There was also a hidden control pad outside
the house that could be used if the phone's battery was flat.  I walked
past that too.

   It didn't matter which room in the house that Adam wanted to fuck me in,
there were wi-fi cameras in every room...except the bathroom and toilet.

   Would you like a coffee...the living room or the bedroom?"

   "I hate coffee but I love bedrooms!"

   I led the way to the bedroom I shared with my husband, I smiled at the
camera above the front hallway, I smiled at the camera at the top of the
stairs and I smiled at the camera in our bedroom as Adam stripped me naked.
I stopped playing to the gallery when Adam rammed his cock in my cunt and I
started climaxing hard.

   Adam started fucking me at one o'clock and with different positions and
oral sex both ways, he spent four hours fucking me.  At five o'clock, I
told him that he would have to go, "My husband could be home in fifteen
minutes!"

   I stripped my bed as Adam got dressed, I was still naked at the front
door when I kissed Adam goodbye, my arms full of my sheet, pillow slips and
duvet cover.  I was in the kitchen feeding the dirty sheets into the
washing machine when John came in, I was bending over, John just walked up
behind me and rammed his cock into my cunt still full of Adam's seed.

   As John fucked me he said, "Can we fuck up at the railway cutting
tomorrow please?"

   "We can so long as we don't go up there until after dusk!"



   Public Sex part 2

   After dinner John went into a chat room on his laptop, I sat at his side
as he opened a room called NorthamptonshirePuppyWalkers.  One of the men in
the chat room recognised John's handle and jumped in to talk to him.

   I was used to conversation openers and thought nothing to the other
man's opening comment, 'How are things going John?'

   I have to say that I was more surprised by John's response, 'Everything
is going great thanks Pete.  I told you this morning that Vicky went out
for a walk and watched Angela Whitefield playing yesterday, didn't I?'

   'You did mate!'

   'And that she blew her top at the guy in the car park when he approached
her!'

   'Yes, I thought that he probably mistook your wife for Angela and was
hoping for a little fun with her.'

   'Well, you won't believe it but the guy came back today, he spotted
Vicky in the village and stopped to apologise to her properly, he hung
around with her until she was finished her lesson and they had lunch
together, I told her that if she liked him that she should invite him to
our house and see what happened.'

   'Did she?'

   'Yes...to both questions!'

   'Hey, by the way, I've found a part two to that husband and wife
rape-play video if you're interested...mind you, it had a surprising
outcome!'

   John looked over at me, "Would you like to watch another video of that
guy with his wife that likes to dress up as a school girl?"

   I smiled at him and nodded my head.

   'Vicky says that she'd love to watch the husband and wife play together
again.'

   'Well, like I said, it has a surprising ending, the role-play didn't go
to plan and she didn't end up being raped by her husband in the second
part...hey, ask Vicky if she likes the video, will she come back after
watching it and give me a flash of her boobs...let me see if they're as
good as you say they are!'

   'I'll ask her after she's watched it...will you still be here?'

   'No but I'll answer a skype call...see you later!'

   John got an email, the name on the email wasn't the same but I guessed
it was the same guy.

   The video started with the wife standing outside the gates of the same
school as she used at the start of the previous video, she was checking her
wrist watch and smiling for the camera.  She suddenly set off walking along
the pathway to the school, she was almost at the school doors when there
was the sound of a bell and kids started flooding out of the building, the
way they had done in the previous video.

   The wife closed in on a group of girls but before she could strike up a
conversation with the girls, two boys came from each side and grabbed her
arms.  The camera suddenly went shaky and the camera man zoomed in on one
of the boy's hands, there was a sheath knife in his hand, showing it to the
wife and he was obviously threatening her.  There was a sudden voice over
the film, it sounded concerned and agitated.  The camera zoomed out
slightly to capture the wife's face, she didn't look worried at all, she
looked straight into the camera's lens and shook her head.

   The camera followed the wife and two boys down the path from school, at
the school gate, instead of turning left, the way the wife had walked the
day before, the boys forced her to the right.

   There was a sudden panicked movement, the camera fought to follow the
wife as the driver of the van fought to turn it around, it wasn't anything
like as smooth an operation as the previous film, you could hear a
conversation in Russian, the boys sounded really young, the wife obviously
had some form of communications device, an earphone in her ear, it must
have been like an hearing aid.  The conversation turned very crackly and
broken until the van caught up with the trio again and the conversation
came through more clearly again.

   The boys pulled the wife down a footpath between the school and a wheat
field, the camera followed them at a safe distance but kept filming all the
way.  They didn't walk far, they pushed her off the path, stripped her
naked and the two boys took turns to rape her and they weren't playacting
either, the rape was quite violent and lasted a long time.  Eventually the
boys ran off, leaving the wife naked and bleeding in the field.  As soon as
the coast was clear the husband ran to his wife and started mopping at her
wounds with a handkerchief, she burst out laughing and pointed to his face,
I got the feeling that she was saying, "Just look at your face...it's a
picture!" but in Russian.

   Just to prove that she was okay after her real rape, she fucked her
husband for the camera.

   John looked from the screen to me, "What did you think to that?  Did you
like it?"

   I pushed John to one side and I raped him, just to show how turned on
the film had made me.

   After I finally climbed off of John's cock, he laughed and said, "I'll
take that as a yes then!"

   I went off to the bathroom to dry myself off and use the toilet and by
the time I got back, John had poured us both a glass of wine and he was
watching the rape scene again on his computer.

   I took a big swallow from my glass of wine.  We were both still naked
and it was just turning dusk outside.  John pushed me to finish my glass of
wine quickly and then asked if I'd go with him for a walk.  He talked me
into just wearing a short summer dress with nothing under it, the dress he
wanted me to wear had buttons all the way down the front.  He didn't put
underpants on, just shorts and a t-shirt.

   It wasn't fully dark when we reached the country park, I expected John
to guide me to the railway cutting but instead we stopped just out of sight
of the village.

   "There's no one about, would you be willing to flash your tits to my
boss for that video he found for us?"

   "Your boss, you mean that Don Stuart, your line manager has been sending
you sex links?"

   John shook his head, "No, not Don, Allan Cunnington!"

   Alan Cunnington was the owner of the company that John worked for, he
was at least sixty years old and to look at him, you wouldn't think butter
would melt in his mouth.

   "What, at home?"

   "No, I think that Alan would love to see you out here in the park
flashing your tits for him."

   I looked all around as I pondered my options, there wasn't anyone in
sight and we were probably the only two people on this half of the park. 
The car park at Holt Road often had courting couples visit it in the dark
and they sometimes went into the park but that was a half a mile away.

   "Okay, I'll do it here, but make it quick!"

   "I'd prefer to take our time, I want to call him up and have you
unbutton your dress for Alan as we walk along."

   So, that was my first real step for me towards public sex, just flashing
but...

   John had his phone screen pointing at me as we walked along, the skype
program was making dialling tones and suddenly Alan's face popped onto the
screen.

   "Hi Vicky...I can call you Vicky I hope?"

   I nodded my head.

   "So, I take it that you liked the rape video?"

   "Yes...like you said, the outcome was a bit of a shock but I still
enjoyed it."

   "So, are you going to give me a quick flash...looks like you're in the
country park just outside your village?"

   I nodded my head and unbuttoned the top button of my dress, John was
walking backwards and I was following him, I saw Alan smile, I could only
just make out that John was holding his camera so that Alan could see from
the top of my head to my knees, I took another two steps and unfastened
another button.

   I took a deep breath, I was about to pull the front of my dress open to
flash my tits but Alan made a hand signal for me to go on, I could have
easily flashed my breasts with just the two buttons unfastened but I took
John's 'Carry on' signal to mean he wanted me to unfasten the third button
so I did.

   John smiled at me and Alan's grin widened as well.

   I took two more steps and John gave me the 'Carry on' signal again.  I
looked all around to make sure that no one was in sight still.  John was
waving his free hand frantically for me to 'Carry on' opening buttons down
the front of my dress as I walked along.

   I opened the final button and swept the front of my dress behind my body
with my forearms, linking my hands behind my back as I walked along.  I'd
expected to flash just my tits at Alan Cunnington but in the end I flashed
my whole body at him.

   John propped his phone against a tree and pulled me down onto the grass,
he fucked me with his boss watching us, I was surprised that I was even
more turned on fucking for John's boss than I'd been the day before fucking
while John watched me.

   It wasn't a long fuck, I encouraged John to finish quickly, just in case
someone happened to still be out on our part of the park at that time of
the day.

   I said goodbye to Alan as I buttoned the front of my dress back up. 
John closed the skype connection down and we walked back towards the
village, John checked his watch, "We've just got time for a drink in the
pub if you fancy one!"

   I nodded my head and we deviated from our route home to go via the
village pub.

   I sat on the same seat in the pub that I'd sat on yesterday with Adam,
John bought me a vodka and tonic and himself a pint.  Mark Whitefield was
in again playing pool.  John noticed me pushing the front of my dress down
between my legs when Mark took a shot while looking in my direction.  John
whispered, "Mark looks a little disappointed that you cut off his view!"

   I, in turn, whispered, "You want me to flash my pussy at Mark Whitefield
then do you?"

   John grinned at me, "Well, couldn't hurt...could it?"

   No one was looking in my direction now so I straightened my dress.

   John looked over his shoulder, "Just part your knees a little wider!"

   Again, I followed John's instruction and opened my legs a little wider.
I crossed my ankles so that my knees were quite wide apart but still looked
innocent.

   Mark took two shots with his back to me and a third shot facing me, Mark
was actually quite a good pool player, he did after all spend most of his
time in the pub playing pool or darts.  He made three lining up movements
with the cue before he noticed my parted knees.  I was pretending to be
focussing all of my attention on John but I spotted the second that Mark
realised that he could see beaver and that was the moment that he took his
shot, the white ball left the table and hit the floor just behind John.  I
feigned surprise and closed my knees again to block Mark's view.

   John picked the ball up and took it over to Mark, "Careful old man, you
could have some body's eye out with a shot like that!"

   The ball was replaced back on the table and Mark had to give his
opponent two shots because of his foul.  While Mark's opponent was walking
around to see how he could make the best use of his free shot, Mark headed
for the back door from the bar, out into the pub's yard.  It was a small
enclosed quadrangle, the pub on the front, a store room across the back,
the right hand side was enclosed by a multi-purposes function room that was
used for parties and the left hand side was closed in by the toilet
block...so the toilets were basically outside, if it were raining, you'd
get wet heading for the loo.

   John laughed, "I think Mark's going off to the toilet to masturbate
after seeing your pussy!"

   "Don't be silly, he wouldn't do it in the pub toilet!"

   "Bet you he is!"

   "What's the bet?"

   "If he isn't, I'll wash the pots for a month, if he is, you have to go
in and help him out!"

   "Well, I can't really pass up the chance to get the pots washed for a
month now...can I?"

   I climbed out of my seat and walked out into the yard, it was actually
quite obvious from ten feet away that Mark was wanking himself in the
toilet, I thought to myself...'damned it, looks like I'm going to be
washing the pots all month'.  The outside door of the men's toilet block
was open but I knocked on it, "Mark, are you okay in there?"

   Mark stopped dead in his tracks and stammered, "I'm okay thanks!"

   I stepped into the main part of the men's toilet, it had a trough in the
floor with a porcelain wall for the men to stand against and pee in a row,
there were also two sit down stalls and I had expected Mark to be in one of
the stalls for privacy...but I was wrong, he was standing in the main part
of the toilet and standing in front of the porcelain wall.  I was surprised
to see the size of his erection, I couldn't understand why Angela was
looking for sex outside marriage when her husband had such a monster cock
like that...Adam must have been right about Angela looking for a man to
make her pregnant.

   "Do you need a hand with that Mark?"

   The shocked look on his face dropped away and he grinned at me before
nodding his head enthusiastically.

   I reached out and took his cock in my hand, I let him play with my tits,
I even let him unbutton the top of my dress and fondle them out in the open
but I stopped him fucking me.  I got him off in ten minutes, his jizz
barely wet my hand, it was conspicuous by it's absence, he made a lot of
noise about climaxing, his muscles went into powerful spasms but there was
almost no spunk at all.

   I rinsed my hands in the basin and then buttoned my dress back up and
returned to my husband.

   John said, "Well?"

   "Looks like I have to wash the pots myself...and I had to wank Mark off
as well!"

   "I'll tell you what, because you did that, I'll wash the pots every day
for a week...okay?"

   "That sounds like a better deal to me!"

   It was properly dark when we got home, instead of going in through the
front door like usual, John pulled me around the back of the house instead.
I wasn't at all surprised that John wanted to fuck me again, this time out
in the back garden and both of us totally naked.

   In the past month we'd had more sex than in our lives together so far
and today, I'd had more sex than in any one year so far, including our
honeymoon year...mind you, the sex wasn't all with John!"

   John left for work before I woke up, I didn't have any appointments on
Wednesday so I could rest and get over my day of sexual Olympics.  I'd
heard John starting the car as he left, the noise of his big engine woke me
so I just turned over and tried to get back to sleep but before I could
there was a knock at the front door.  I pulled my dressing gown on over my
naked body and ran down to the front door.

   I opened the door, careful to hold my dressing gown closed.

   "Hello, can I help you?"

   The man standing on the front door step was in his late forties, he was
over weight and balding and carrying a suitcase.

   "Hello Victoria, I'm Tom, a friend of Adam's!"

   Tom reached out with his free hand and kind of half slapped and half
pushed my shoulder, pushing me further into the hallway, following me into
the house.  I tried to hit the burglar alarm's panic button but missed,
instead of setting off a one hundred and twenty decibel siren mounted on
the outside wall of the house, I hit the set alarm button instead.

   Tom pushed me onto the floor of the hall and set about stripping me
naked, I looked up at the CCTV camera on the wall pointing at the front
door, the red light was flashing, telling me that it was recording, it
would have called John, I heard the faint sound of my mobile phone ringing
in my handbag in the living room, telling me that we had intruders in the
house.

   Tom started fucking me, I'd say raping me but I wasn't fighting him off,
all the sex that I'd seen and read about during the past month had
desensitised me to the act and a stranger, forcing me into my house, and
fucking me without my explicit consent didn't particularly worry me...the
rape I'd seen yesterday, the boys that raped the wife used a knife to
threaten her into complying with their demands for sex.

   His cock was in my cunt when I came to my senses, "You're not going to
hurt me are you?"

   "Only if you put up a fight, I'm here for fun, not for trouble."

   The house phone rang.  Tom said, "Ignore it."

   "I can't ignore it, my husband's the only one who would phone me at this
time of the day on the house phone, he left me in bed just ten minutes
ago..."

   "I know, I watched him drive off!"

   "...so he knows that I'm in the house still, if I don't answer him, he's
likely to come straight home!"

   "Okay, put it on speaker phone so I can hear!"

   I answered the house phone, I was totally naked and Tom had his trousers
around his ankles.

   "Hi baby, sorry to wake you but I've forgotten my lap top and I'm going
to need it at work, any chance of you catching the bus into town with it
and popping it into my office for me, I'd come home and fetch it but I have
a breakfast meeting that I can't get out of...If I say pretty please and
take you out in town for your lunch!"

   "Okay, what time do you need it by?"

   "Are you okay darling, you don't sound right!"

   "You just woke me up, I'm still sleepy.  What time do you need your
laptop by?"

   There was a pause before he said, "Twelve o'clock at the latest please
darling!"

   "Okay, I'll see you then."

   I closed the call, looked at Tom and said, I need to leave by eleven
o'clock.  If you want to fuck me, let's go up to the bedroom!"

   Tom dragged me up to bed and fucked me with quite a lot of violence and
little respect; he was just venting his sperm into me.

   Tom fucked me hard until ten o'clock and then left me to have a bath and
get ready to catch the bus.  I'm glad that Tom didn't want to fuck me for
longer and take me into town himself because I knew that John already had
his laptop with him in his briefcase.

   As soon as I closed the door I phoned John, "Hi darling, did you get the
chance to see any of that?"

   "Yes, I didn't really have a meeting, I rang you in case you needed me
to come and rescue you."

   "No, he was hard on me but nothing I couldn't handle!"

   "I hope you don't mind but I let Alan Cunnington sit in my office and
watch with me."

   "God, what did he say?"

   "He loved it...he actually sat there and wanked while that guy was
knocking you around.  Alan loves rape play...I think he loves real rape
too."

   "How can he wank in your office, it has that big window out into the
main office!"

   "John chuckled, "My old office, since I've been talking to Alan about
sex and telling him what we've been doing, I've got a far better office
now, a lot more privacy and my own PA to keep people away from my door."

   "What did Don Stuart say about that?"

   "Doesn't matter really, I'm in a different department now...I'm on a
level footing with Don!"

   "So, do I still get a free lunch out of you?"

   "You certainly do, I can come over and pick you up, Alan told me to put
our lunch on company expenses because you entertained him last night and
again today.  I'll come over and pick you up at eleven thirty.  Can you
dress the way that you did last night please?"

   "You mean when we went over the park or after we got home?"

   I heard John chuckle again, "I'd love to take you out to lunch in the
nude but...let's be realistic, just a summer dress with nothing under it
please!"

   I said my goodbyes and went and had a hot bath for an hour, I didn't
have another button fronted summer dress, so I just found a short dress
with a low cut front.

   John pulled onto the drive just as I finished doing my hair and makeup.

   I got a wolf whistle from my husband as I opened the front door.  We
went to a very posh restaurant in Northampton, it was the kind of place
that couples went to for a special dinner but in the day time, it was
basically a gentleman's lunch club.  All of the people eating were
businessmen bringing their customers out for a big lunch to oil the wheels
of business deals.

   We were given a very conspicuous table right in the middle of the room,
so I felt very much on display as the only woman in a sea of businessmen.

   "Out of all the men in here, who would you like to go to bed with?"

   "You."

   "Well, that's a given but out of the other men in here who would you
want to have sex with if you could choose any one of them."

   I looked around the room and then back at John, "I don't see anyone who
would stand out as a winner...actually, I couldn't separate one person out
of the bunch of them, they all look like clones."

   John was fiddling with his phone and said, "I don't know how you can say
that..." he turned his phone screen towards me, "...what about these four?"

   John had used the front camera on his phone to zoom in on a table with
four African men sitting at it and took their photograph.

   "The big guy with the Eton tie seems to be looking at you rather a lot."

   I looked past John, this time I focused in on the African man wearing
the Eton School tie, he was actually making eye contact with me and when he
realised that I was actually looking at him he smiled at me.  John had
refocused his camera back onto the group of four and when the Old Etonian
smiled at me, "Smile back at him!"

   I smiled and then looked away, back to John.

   "How would you like to have sex with a big bugger like him?"

   "Do you think that it's true that African men have big cocks?"

   John laughed, "Sadly not...the big cock thing is a reputation from the
Caribbean men because the slave masters of old used to mate their biggest
men with their female slaves to grow bigger slaves from the next
generation. It all came about because of genetic engineering before anyone
knew what genetic engineering was.  If that guy is African, he's likely to
have an average sized cock."

   "Oh, disappointing!"

   "He's still looking at you...why don't you pop off to the toilet, see if
he follows you!"

   "He's not going to follow me into the ladies toilet!"

   "He might, you're the only woman in the restaurant, no one is going to
catch him if he does!"

   "Are you serious?"

   John nodded his head.

   "If the waiter comes, order me the Game Pie please."

   I pushed my seat back and hauled myself out of the chair.  I had to walk
past the group of African men on my way to the toilet.  We exchanged smiles
again as I walked close to him.  I went to the toilet, I mean, I actually
did take a pee but all the time I was listening for the door opening and
closing but it didn't happen, I was right...he wouldn't have followed me
into the ladies toilet.

   I washed my hands and headed back to John.  The big African was actually
standing outside the toilet door waiting for me out of sight of the people
eating in the restaurant.

   He grabbed my hand and said, "How much will it cost me for you to dump
the old man you're with and come to my room and play with me and my friends
for the afternoon?"

   I was about to attack him, he'd all but called me a whore but then I
remembered my over reaction to Adam two days earlier so I calmed myself
down and took a deep breath, "I'm not a prostitute...I'm having lunch with
my husband!"

   He smiled at me, he didn't seem to believe me until I opened my handbag
and showed him a photograph of me and John together at a formal dinner.

   "It's a real pity that you're with your husband...my friends are over
here from Nigeria for a few days, they've never had a chance to fuck a
white woman."

   I was pulling away from him so that I could go back to John but he
stopped me, "What business is your husband in?"

   "His company sells plastic making machinery and plastic consumables like
pellets for injection moulding machines and sheets of plastic for vacuum
forming machines...why?"

   "Information is like currency and a man can buy anything with the right
currency!"

   I pulled against his grip again but he was massively powerful and I
didn't stand a chance.

   "What is your husband's name?"

   "John Clark."

   "And the company name?"

   "Bannaventa Industrial Plastics."

   "Thank you...and your name my dear?"

   "Vicky...my name is Victoria!"

   He let my hand go and stood for a long moment formulating some kind of
plan as I walked back to John.

   "Well...did he follow you into the toilet?"

   "No, he waited for me outside the toilet!"

   "Pity."

   "He asked me how much it would cost him for me to dump you and spend the
afternoon with the four of them in their hotel room!"

   John jumped slightly and then looked down at his lap..."Oh boy, that
made me jump, just imagining you pulling four black men at the same time!"

   I looked over the table, John's cock had jumped to attention in his
trousers.  I looked from John's cock to the table full of Africans, they
were all deep in conversation and each of them looked in my direction in
turn as they were checking things out on their mobile phones.

   I watched as the youngest and slimmest of the four men stood up and
walked over to our table, he cleared his throat to get John's attention,
"Forgive me for interrupting your lunch sir but my Employer, Geoffrey
Jideofor Kwusike Onyeama, Nigerian Minister of Foreign Affairs, was
wondering if you were Mister John Clarke of Bannaventa Industrial
Plastics?"

   John was surprised that the Africans knew his name but he stood up to
shake the man's hand and said, "I am!"

   "My employer has been trying to get an appointment to see your Mister
Alan Cunnington but is afraid that your Special Branch of the Police are
blocking him."

   "Really, what does he want to see Alan for?"

   "My employer respectfully invites you and your wife to join us at our
table...kindly allow him to buy your lunch in payment for a few minutes of
your time!"

   John looked at me and smiled, "Would you please thank your employer for
me, we'd be delighted to join you!"

   The man left us and John said, "Well, you must have told him a few
things about us."

   "He asked me for your name and where you worked...that's all!"

   John took my elbow and guided me over to the African's table the African
with the Eton tie stood up and welcomed us, the man who had invited us over
had been sitting to his left but now he vacated that seat so that I could
sit next to his boss.  The man sitting opposite the Old Etonian stood up
and gave his seat to John.  A waiter was called over to set two extra seats
at the table, crushing us all quite tightly together.

   "My name is Geoffrey but when I was in your Eton School, I was given the
nickname of Sonny...as in Sonny Liston...not because I was good at boxing
but because my initials are GJKO..KO...knock out.  The year I joined the
school, Sonny Liston knocked Floyd Patterson out.  So please feel free to
call me Sonny."

   There was a lot of small talk over soup and while we were waiting for
our main course, John said, "So...Sonny, your friend tells me that you've
been trying to talk to my boss but can't seem to get through!"

   Sonny gestured with his head towards the corner of the restaurant,
"Isaac isn't my friend, he's my body guard.  The two gentlemen in the
corner are Special Branch Officers who are watching my delegation as we try
to make business ties in Britain.  They are trying to guide us towards
companies that your government want us to meet...rather than the best fit
for our needs."

   I looked in the direction that Sonny had nodded his head, the two men in
the corner table had short haircuts and wore grey suits in a sea of navy,
their suits looked ill-fitting, more Primark than Saville Row.

   Sonny whispered, "We can't talk too much about business here John, even
our own mobile phones have been turned into bugs for your government to
listen in on our every conversation."

   John looked from Sonny to each of the other three men before returning
to Sonny's face, "But I thought that you invited us over to talk to me
about business!"

   Sonny laughed, "The meal is in payment for a few minutes of your time
but in our hotel room where we can ensure privacy...rather than in this
restaurant!"

   The rest of the meal was spent eating and making friendly conversation,
I received compliments from all four Africans throughout the meal.  There
was lots of flirting and inappropriate suggestions towards me.  They were
definitely trying to get John drunk during the meal, pushing alcohol on him
throughout the meal.

   Sonny paid the bill for the meal, he also paid for the meal that the
Special Branch officers had eaten as well.  The six of us walked to
Northampton's best hotel, John was a little unsteady on his feet and had to
be helped by Isaac a few times.  We went up to Sonny's suite, the door
said, 'Presidential Suite' and it really was of presidential proportions.
There was a large sitting room, a small kitchenette and bathroom and two
bedrooms.  They also had two other bedrooms on the same floor.  The sitting
room had two massive sofas facing each other over a solid oak coffee table,
John was helped to sit on the sofa with its back to the hall and even
though it had been thirty minutes since he had stopped drinking, he seemed
to be getting more drunk and unfocussed.  I was invited to sit opposite
John on the other sofa

   Sonny made a playact of trying to negotiate some kind of a deal with
John but he just sat there with a stupid grin on his face, his eyes
seemingly unfocused in my direction.  I'd seen John drink far more alcohol
with far less effect on him so I had to assume that he'd been slipped some
kind of a drug in his drink.  I suppose that I should have been glad that
they hadn't drugged me as well.

   Sonny sat at my side, "It looks like your husband won't be able to take
part in our negotiations...would you be willing to negotiate on his
behalf?"

   "What would I have to do?"

   "Well, if you offer your body to me in private, I'll place an order with
your husband for a million pounds worth of machines and equipment, if
you'll give yourself to me in front of everyone in this room, I'll place an
order for two million pounds worth of machinate.  If you allow all four of
us to fuck you, one at a time in private, I'll place an order with your
husband for two million pounds and if you let us all have free access to
you in this room...to do with as we wish...I'll place an order for five
million pounds worth of machinery."

   I didn't believe what he was saying but then I saw John wink at me...he
wasn't quite as out of his head as he was making out, he actually winked
five times, I took that to mean he wanted me to go for the full five
million pound deal.  John had after all been training me for a month to get
me ready to have sex in public with strangers out at the Holt Railway
cutting...at least Sonny had bought us both a nice meal first...and John
would get a massive fifty thousand pounds in commission if he landed a five
million pound deal --