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First Published: 22-Sep-2002

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Tracey part 1
by Rose Eastmann

Story Code: m/F, M/F, M/M, Dogging, Exhibition, Voyeurism, Inter-Racial, First Time.

My name is Tracey, twenty-six years old and married to Harry for three years, although Harry was my first husband, hell he was my first boyfriend, first and only man to share any kind of intimacy with me, that wasn't the case for Harry. Harry was thirty-three when I met him, I was only twenty, very much bowled over by Harry's maturity, his intellect, his life experience and the fact that he actually took a lot of time and trouble getting to know me and trying to get me to go out with him.

I was the new girl at a large office, I had a basic qualification in accounts administration and Harry was in facilities management, our offices were on the same floor at Coppice Road, which our company used as its head office. It took Harry six months of hard work to get me to go out with him and another eighteen months before we 'did the deed' as it were. I was afraid of getting hurt by Harry, not physically, well, to be perfectly honest the physical side of the sex act did terrify me but not as much as the emotional pain that could come from a failed relationship, after all when I met Harry he was a married man, granted he was separated and waiting for his divorce but still a married man. That also went through my mind a lot, who's fault was the divorce, was it Harry's or his wife's, Harry had told me before we went on our first date all about his wife and her getting a bad case of post natal depression after the birth of their son and that when Harry junior was a year old she had left him.

It was quite difficult at times being in love with someone that was so close at work, we seemed to forever be in each other's pocket but that changed when Harry got a new job as facilities manager for a national Chemists main factory site in Beeston, Nottinghamshire. The new job was like a weight being lifted off of our relationship, within a month of Harry changing jobs I had agreed to marry him, and another milestone, we made love for the first time. We still had to wait for Harry's divorce to become final before we could marry, a small ceremony in a secular church because of Harry's divorce, which upset my mother as she wanted me to have the full white wedding at a 'proper church'. Well all that was three years ago and now I was beginning to ask myself why I wasn't pregnant, there couldn't be any kind of problem with Harry as he had already fathered a child, my mother actually asked me if I had taken any advice from our doctor, I was shocked, my mother and I never, ever, discussed anything 'personal' in our lives, and here she was asking if I had a medical reason for not making her a proud grandmother.

I sat in the waiting room of my doctors surgery, the thought of having to tell this man all of my intimate secrets made me feel fare less than comfortable, and after less than five minutes of being in his consulting room I felt totally guilty for wasting his time, at least the awkward questions that I had been expecting didn't come, all I got was a, "You're still very young, you haven't been married very long, some women take longer than others to conceive etc." The only good point to come out of the visit was seeing one of my classmates from college, Sandy was working behind the counter in the receptionists office, at first I was really happy to see her there, then it dawned on me that she would have access to all of that information on me that I wouldn't like even my best friend to know.

Sandy and I had been friends in the loosest terms; it was more like she was the one in the class that disliked me the least of my peers. I knew that everyone called me Miss Prissy-Knickers behind my back, mainly because I never wasted my time with boys, always handed my assignments in early and always got good marks. But all that said, I was still very pleased to see her, I had looked for her to invite her to my wedding three years earlier but her parents told me that she was backpacking around the world for a year and that she wouldn't be back in the country before my wedding. I passed Sandy a small card with my name, address, and telephone number on it and asked her to call me sometime for a chat or a coffee.

The only good piece of advice the doctor had given me was to keep a diary of activities; I picked up a page a day diary, usually used by busy businesspeople to keep track of a busy schedule. I wasn't expecting a busy schedule, but from what the doctor had said if I noted down everything, no matter how trivial it was, something might pop up that would point to a problem if one existed. Can you imagine, I actually found myself blushing just writing things down in my diary, but I found I actually got into it, it was almost like a drug, the drug that could see me pregnant one day, and I was going to take it with relish every night.

I was noting down everything I had to eat during the day, estimating how much I had to drink, how often I went to the toilet, number one or number two, I was like a woman possessed, I took my temperature every hour, because I had read in Cosmo' that temperature had some influence on pregnancy, unfortunately I couldn't remember quite what the relationship between temperature and potential pregnancy was. I noted down every time Harry and I were intimate, what we did to each other, in the beginning I would just put, "H and I were intimate", but that soon expanded to detailed descriptions of our sexual acts. Foreplay, how long and exactly what we did, penetration, to fulfilment or not, I even noted down when he practised oral sex on me and I on him.

I had been keeping my diary for six months; I found I actually got a bigger kick from writing down what I had done than I actually got from doing it most of the time. I was at work, Friday afternoon, I had just finished writing in my diary that I had at last passed my driving test, my temperature was thirty-eight point nine degrees centigrade and I had chosen a small Vauxhall Corsa as my first car, it was old but tidy, it looked nice and clean and I was certain that anyone who would keep the car so clean, inside and out, must have been good at looking after the mechanicals' of it too. The car was really nice, it was 'fire brand orange', that meant that the colour was redder at the bottom, gradually lightening through various shades of orange to almost yellow at the roof. Harry was, of course, not so happy with my selection, if I had a crash it would cost far more for repairs because of the complicated paintwork, but I just fell in love with the car.

Sorry I was prattling on there a little, anyway, my mobile phone rang, that was very unusual for me as no one would normally ring me at work, Harry and my mother knew my desk phone number if they needed to talk to me urgently, I didn't recognise the phone number displayed on my telephones screen but I recognised the voice on the other end of the phone. "Sandy, how wonderful to hear from you!" I said, Sandy was ringing me to ask if I would like a night out, one of her group had shied off of a trip to Sheffield at the last minute, everything was paid for, all I needed to do was turn up at the Co-op on Arnold High Street before seven pm and a bus would take us to Sheffield and bring us back, I asked what kind of show it was, Sandy was trying to be a little vague but in the end she admitted it was the Chippendales.

I went very quiet for a while, Sandy obviously didn't know me at all, I would never consider anything like that as entertainment, Sandy was doing her best to persuade me to go, we could have a nice chat on the way there, and again on the way back. While Sandy was doing her best to get me to agree to go I was looking back over the previous few pages in my diary, I had been getting quite a kick out of writing all about my sex life and almost as big a kick out of re-reading those pages, I would have said not six months earlier that I would never consider writing or reading anything like that but now I did, and I enjoyed it too. "Yes, I'd love to come, I'll meet you there", there I had said it, what was done was done, I phoned Harry and told him that I was going out for the evening, I didn't know when I would return home as I was going to Sheffield to a night club with a bunch of women. I didn't mention the Chippendales, that would have been too much information for Harry anyway.

It was only a short walk to the Co-op; Sandy was already on the bus and had saved a seat by her for me. We did chat a lot between Nottingham and Sheffield, getting up to speed on the past six years of our life, some of Sandy's stories of her exploits while backpacking around the world were more like fantasy stories than the real life exploits of a Nottinghamshire girl. I was interested to hear that Sandy's job at the surgery wasn't as a receptionist but as a researcher, it was her job to find the patterns in patient's life diary entries. I had to chuckle inwardly, if I had to hand in my diary it would be Sandy who got the task or reading it through and finding those important pieces of information that would help the doctor to make his diagnosis. It kind of made my mind up for me that I would probably look into changing doctor's, it had been on my mind ever since my less than wholesome visit to express my concerns about my lack of pregnancy.

"Dear diary had a nice evening in Sheffield, got home around midnight, H too tired for intimacy", that's what I wrote in my diary. What I should have written in my diary was, "Wow what a fucking great night, the Chippendales were incredibly sexy especially after their act in their dressing room, I was so turned on when I got home I could have fucked a door knob but Harry wasn't interested, said he was too tired".

The Chippendales were very sexy, they stripped down to satin jock straps but didn't go all the way, it was still enough to raise the passions, the women in the room went wild, as did I. Sandy kept whistling and shouting out to one of the guys, his name, according to the program was Steel but when Sandy called out Neville he looked directly at her and smiled. After the boys had stripped down to satin jock straps for the third time, different costumes, different dance routines but the same result, muscular men standing in skimpy pants and women going wild. The difference this time was that as the men walked off to their dressing rooms Sandy was following on behind.

It took around twenty minutes for us all to be sitting on the bus, parked in a side street behind the night club, all that was, except for Sandy. It took a further forty minutes for Sandy to join us, she looked very flushed, her hair was soaking wet and from the smell of her it wasn't from a hurried shower. The driver pulled away and turned into the now deserted Sheaf Street, passing the front of the club, a voice from the darkness called out, "Have you pissed yourself Sandy or is that Steel's cum soaking through your gusset?"

Sandy responded by lifting the hem of her very short dress, I tried to close my eyes as fast as I could but not fast enough to miss seeing the beginnings of Sandy's hairy triangle, as she said, "My gusset can't be soaking, I left my panties on Steel's dressing room floor!"

I couldn't believe that Sandy had lifted her skirt in such a public way, in such a public place, no one saw my bits, my intimate bits except my husband Harry, and even then I didn't flaunt them, it was only ever in the bedroom and in almost total darkness. As we drove along, heading south toward Nottingham, Sandy's mobile phone rang, she was recounting the evening's entertainment to her caller, she even went into details about her after show activity in almost medical details, the caller must have mentioned concern about pregnancy because Sandy said, "Look I had my sponge in and enough spermicidal jelly to stop a gallon of spunk getting through, no I won't be catching for a black baby, trust me!" As she closed her phone and disconnected the call she said, "Husband's, who'd have them!" 'OH MY GOD', Sandy had just told her husband that she had fucked a stranger, well maybe not a stranger, she did after all know his real name, but she had just told her husband that she had just been unfaithful. I couldn't believe just how turned on I was, the show had turned me on totally, waiting for Sandy, knowing that she had gone back stage with the male strippers had also been a turn on but nothing compared to listening to Sandy's conversation with her husband.

Just before the outskirts of Nottingham a woman came around asking where people lived, she was trying to work out if some people could be dropped off at more convenient places than the Co-op on the High Street, my house was actually on the route the driver would be taking in to Nottingham and there were five other women that said they would be better being dropped off with me, it took only a few seconds for five drop off points to be arranged. The woman who was arranging the drop off points stood by Sandy and me and asked who would be giving the driver his 'usual tip' tonight, Sandy piped up, "You know that I would usually be only too glad to oblige but I doubt that the poor old bugger would even touch the sides at the moment".

The organiser turned to a woman sitting across the aisle from me and said, "Carol, how about you, I'll get him to drop you back at your place after?"

Carol agreed, she had been one that was going to be dropped off with me so I assumed she lived close by, I was listening as she chatted to the woman next to her, she was telling the woman that she would get the driver to take the bus into Bestwood Country Park's car park, there would be a couple of courting couples there at that time of night but no one who would care, and she could walk home from there. My house was less than three hundred yards from that car park, we had often had petitions around to get the place closed down, or at least closed after dusk to stop the 'goings on' there. The bus dropped me off right outside my front door, I was so 'on edge', sexually, that I took the stairs two at a time in my rush to my bedroom, I had stripped off on the stairs as I rushed up to Harry, I jumped into bed, there was a loud 'twanggggg' from the bedsprings and I cuddled up to Harry, I was totally nude, which was unheard of, even if I knew that sex was going to happen I still went to bed in my full length nightgown.

Harry was, as usual, in his pyjamas, pale blue and white candy striped, I knew he was awake, Harry was a very light sleeper at the best of times, just the bus pulling up outside would have woken him and sent him scuttling to the window to see what was going on. But he was sleeping, well he was pretending to be asleep, I could tell from his breathing pattern that he was wide-awake. I reached around and searched for Harry's penis, as my hand touched it he shrugged me off, "I'm too tired and I have to go into work tomorrow!"

I thought that the fact that I had gone out with the girls, gone out without him for the first time in six years, had made him angry at me, I was so ripe, I had never in my life before wanted sex so much, even on my wedding night I could have taken it or left it, but right here, right now, I wanted to feel Harry's arms around me, wanted to feel him pressing his hot member between my legs, wanted to feel his soft hands lifting my breasts to his mouth as he usually did when he fucked me. I was totally confused, I slipped quietly out of bed, I walked down the stairs picking up my clothes as I went, I put my bra back on, slipped into my panties but then took them off again, they were soaking wet between the legs from my earlier anticipation.

I pulled my blouse back on and my skirt, I left my tights and panties hanging over the banister rail at the bottom of the stairs. The night was reasonably warm so I didn't put a jacket on, I was about to leave the house without anything but then I realised that I would need a key to get back in the house after my walk. I put my house keys on top of the front wheel of my car, out of sight and it meant that I didn't have to carry anything with me. I walked aimlessly for a while, came to the main road and was about to turn right towards the town centre, then I noticed the footpath on the opposite side of the road, the footpath wandered its way through a small spiny and ended up at the Bestwood Country Park's car park.

The name went through my head a few times, then I remembered what Carol had said about giving the driver of the bus his 'usual tip' on that car park. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't walk that footpath alone at any time of the day let alone at almost one-thirty in the morning. But I did find myself walking along the path, I wound my way through the spiny, there were lots of noises that would have sent me running on any other evening but tonight I had a goal, the path widened out just before the car park, and as I got to the fence surrounding the car park I saw the bus that I had just travelled from Sheffield in pulling off of the road and along the track leading to the car park. The headlights of the bus lit up three cars, I could see that there were couples in each of the parked cars because they all had their interiors lights on, and they were all doing the same thing, the thing that I really wanted to be doing right then with Harry but had been rejected.

The bus couldn't actually get onto the car park as there was a height restrictor over the entrance, I had to make my way around the car park carefully so as not to get hurt in the uneven grass in the dark but eventually I found myself at the side of the bus, it was simplicity itself to climb up the car park's fence and I was right there looking through the side window of the bus. The interior lights were on inside the bus, the driver and Carol were on the long back seat, normally the bus's windows would have been too high for anyone to see through but the fence had given me the height I needed to see in side.

I watched as the driver took all of Carol's clothes off, she seemed to have no problem with being totally nude with the lights on, she had a condom in her bag and she gave it to the driver, I could hear him protesting but in the end he stripped off and pulled the rubber over his less than average sized cock. When I had seen what the Chippendales had hidden behind their 'G' string pants I had thought that I had been short changed by the size of Harry's merely average sized cock but seeing the drivers pitifully small member I felt a little better about Harry's equipment.

I watched as the driver climbed on top of Carol, there was no foreplay, no love, no affection, just the act, and even then the finality of the union would be captured in latex instead of being delivered to where it should have gone. The whole thing was over in less than ten minutes, I had felt frustrated before I had arrived at the car park but now I felt even more frustrated, I had just reached down and began to rub myself through my skirt when it was all over, it would have been nice if I could have brought myself off before they had finished. Who was I kidding, I had never brought myself off in the privacy of my own bedroom before, there was no way in hell that I would have done it standing on a fence at the side of a parked bus, but I had been close to trying.

I walked directly across the car park as Carol began dressing, I couldn't afford to walk the long way around if Carol had as she had said she intended to do and walk home from the car park she could have bumped into me on the path leading to the estate where we both lived. I passed the first car, the woman was sitting in the back with a man, the front seats were both pushed forward and the woman was bent forward sucking the man's cock, I couldn't believe that they were sitting there with their interior light on doing sex, but then so were the other two cars. I changed direction and walked past the front of the second car, I had a slight shock, the couple were 'in the act', the man was putting a lot of effort into his fucking but that wasn't what had taken me by surprise, what had was the fact that in the darkness I could see a disembodied face. A man was standing looking through the side window of the car, he was dressed from head to toe in black and I could only see his face because of the light shining out of the car.

Then another thing shocked me a little, the side window of the car was actually open, the man wasn't watching in secret, like a peeping tom, the couple had to know he was there, I was six feet from him and I could hear his heavy breathing. As I passed by the front of the car I saw that the man was actually masturbating as he watched the couple fucking. He reached into the car from time to time and touched the woman's exposed breasts, far from being a peeping tom the man was a part of the whole sex act. I wanted to prise myself away but I just stood there, transfixed, frozen to the spot, I had once again started to rub the front of my 'lower body' through my skirt, the roughness of the material reminding me that I had left my panties at home.

The man standing outside the car suddenly stood upright, his hand was working fast at his cock, his new position had hidden his face in the darkness but had brought his cock into the light, he wasn't a bad size, his cock looked around seven inches long and around three inches in circumference, his cock head was uncovered which made it look very different to Harry's cock which was uncircumcised. I slipped my hand down the inside of the waistband of my skirt and found my inner wetness; I was actually dripping lubricating fluid as I stood there.

I opened my legs to allow my fingers better access to my inner self, and my inner needs, the cool night air chilled the streams of my own juice, which was literally running down my inner thighs in twin rivulets. I gasped in a deep breath as the man finally fired his seed through the open window, I gasped once more as I saw the string of white cum drop onto the woman's breast and the man's shoulder, it wasn't the view that had caused me to gasp but the feeling that I was giving to myself as I watched.

I was taken by surprise, it made me pull my hand out quickly and stop giving myself that level of pleasure. I had to put the whole thing down to the evening, the situation I found myself in and the risk of being caught at any moment. "Hi, I'm glad you're here", I froze once more, it was Carol, she had caught me up because I was standing watching the couple and their 'extra numeral'.

"You're Sandy's friend aren't you?"

How the hell could she tell that in the darkness? I grunted in an affirmative kind of way, "I thought so, thought it was you watching through the window of the bus at Paul's poor performance, these three are much better aren't they?"

I couldn't bring myself to talk to Carol, but we walked together along the path towards our respective homes, Carol was chattering to me ten to the dozen as we walked along, none of it actually made it through to my conscious mind, that was still standing watching a couple fucking while a man masturbated through their open car window. When we eventually got home Carol asked me if I would like a coffee at her place, I checked the time, it was two thirty in the morning, who the hell invites a perfect stranger to their house for coffee at two thirty AM, Carol, obviously.

Carol's house was a bit of a tip, there were children's toys all over the place, Carol wasn't trying to be quiet as she made room at the kitchen table for us to sit and drink our coffee, after about fifteen minutes a man wandered into the kitchen in just his underpants, I saw him and instantly turned my head away from him, Carol chided him for bursting in on her in his 'skiddies'. I was blushing a little, the man was her current boyfriend, he kissed her for a while and told her that he had a little something for her when she got up stairs, and then he left the room, "A little something is right, he is hardly any bigger than the bus driver, how is your old man's tackle?" Carol asked.

I was taken a little by surprise by her question but even more so at myself when I said, "A little bigger than the bus driver's cock" as I replied I hid my face slightly behind the coffee cup, I wanted to blush, I knew that this kind of talk was way beyond anything that I would usually get involved in.

"I usually end up having to finish myself off after he cums, but he is good in other ways, has a tongue to drive you wild if he is in the mood" Carol said.

Carol excused herself, I heard the stairs creak as she went up, followed her progress across the landing, heard her bedroom door open and close and then the bedsprings began to complain as she allowed her boyfriend to fuck her. She wasn't gone for long, I had at first assumed that she was going to the toilet, had I known that she intended to have sex again I would have left. By the time I realised what was happening I just sat there listening to her bedsprings bouncing about. Carol was back in the kitchen in around twenty minutes, she was dressed in a pure silk dressing gown, tied at the waist in a large bow and smoking a cigarette, she said, "Sorry about that, I should have offered you first, he's absolutely no good for at least an hour now that he has cum in me". I almost choked on what was left of my cold coffee; "He would love to give you a bit of oral sex if you'd like him too" she went on.

I found myself thanking Carol for her kind offer, "I'm good right now thanks, might have been a different kettle of fish a few hours ago though!" I laughed unconvincingly.

Carol had made two more cups of coffee, she hadn't asked if I had wanted one just made it and passed it to me. We chatted about nothing at all for twenty more minutes, I was grateful really, I didn't really want to go home just then and it could have been difficult if I had to spend the night wandering the streets until after Harry went off to work. Two cups of coffee and the late hour finally caught up with me and I suddenly needed the bathroom as a matter of urgency. Carol directed me to her bathroom, "Up the stairs, second door on the left", she told me.

The stairs were a minefield, there were shoes, books and bags all the way up the stairs and after I had successfully negotiated all of that and the bathroom door was within reach I tripped on something and bumped the door open. As I sat on the toilet I heard Carol's bedroom door open, the hinges badly needed a touch with an oilcan, I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and then voices in the kitchen.

"This is Tony, this is?. I'm sorry I only know that you are Sandy's friend!"

"Tracey" I said, Tony was dressed in a similar silk dressing gown to Carol and he looked much better dressed that way than in his 'Y' fronts, I even shook his hand. Carol picked up the two coffee cups and walked into her living room, with the kitchen door open I could see that she had placed the cup with my drink in it on a small table at the side of one of the easy chairs. The room was in total darkness, I saw her put her cup on the floor in front of a large sofa, she knelt on the sofa and reached behind it, suddenly there was a shaft of light from a standard lamp behind the sofa. It was a strange light, there was nothing at all leaving the top of the lampshade, I realised that the lamp had a silvered top that forced all the light out of the bottom of the shade, the shade was so thick that no light went sideways either, nothing was said but I followed Carol into the living room and sat in the easy chair facing the sofa.

Tony followed us into the room and as the door closed behind him I was dissolved into total darkness, I couldn't even see the coffee cup until I moved my head so that the cup was in silhouette against the puddle of light over the sofa. Carol sat low in the seat, her dressing gown falling open slightly just above her knee. Tony sat by her side after switching on the hi-fi, a CD of Barry White with the volume down low.

Tony sat slightly sideways on to Carol, his left arm was over her shoulder and behind her neck, he was kissing her right cheek and nibbling on her right ear for a while, I could make out Tony whispering something into Carol's ear, she nodded her head and her eyes were burning in my direction, it was as if she was willing the darkness to part so that she could see my face. I took an occasional sip from my coffee as I sat watching Tony in the early stages of love. I watched as his right hand reached down on to Carol's stomach, he massaged her through her dressing gown for a few moments and then his hand slipped through the front of the dressing gown. I could see the front of Tony's dressing gown begin to tent up slightly just above his groin.

I watched as his hand slipped up and onto Carol's left breast, the material was so thin and the light above them so good that I could see almost every twitch of every muscle under that dressing gown. Carol's right nipple began to grow, clearly visible through the thin material, it was strange to watch that as Tony was only massaging Carol's left breast but the effect seemed to be taking over her right breast. Tony whispered once more and Carol nodded her head once again, I saw Tony pinch her left nipple and Carol clenched her teeth tightly and threw her head back slightly. Then she used her left hand to pull at the free end of the bow holding her gown closed, then the simple knot was fully undone and the silk tie pulled away from the front of the dressing gown.

Tony slipped his hand down from her breast and over her stomach once again; as he did so he lifted his hand slightly, which opened the front of her dressing gown slightly. I could see quite a lot of her breasts through the open top of her dressing gown, Carol's eyes were unwavering, she was staring directly into my eyes, it was as if she could see in the dark. I had put my cup down; my right hand was resting in my lap, pressing down slightly on to my pussy mound. Tony's hand was now at the same point on Carol as my own was on me, he flicked the front of her dressing gown slightly to uncover the left hand side of her body, Carol was exposed from just beyond her very erect nipple to the floor on her left hand side, Tony pushed her legs apart and I could see her hairy pussy lips deep in the recess between her thighs, I watched, transfixed, as Tony began to massage between Carol's legs, his movements were no longer gentle, I could hear Carol's breathing getting deeper and louder as the excitement overtook her.

Tony stood up, turned to me and came over, I was that rabbit, caught in the oncoming car's headlights, I knew that I should have run, should have done something, Tony was at my side, he pulled me from the seat with extremely powerful hands, he turned me slightly and in one movement broke the clasp at the waistband of my skirt and the zipper attempting to hold it up. I realised that Tony couldn't actually see me in the dark part of the room but it didn't stop him finding each and every button on the front of my blouse and the thin blouse joined my skirt on the floor, my bra clasp took less than a tenth of a second to fall before Tony's expert fingers, and then I was 'placed' back down sitting in the easy chair, totally naked. Tony then walked back to Carol and dropped his dressing gown behind him; he was fully erect, six inches long and two in circumference. Tony knelt in front of Carol and lifted her legs up to give himself easy access to her vagina. I could hear more than see that Tony was driving Carol into a climactic frenzy, I found that my own fingers were once again seeking my inner being to satisfy its cravings.

Eventually Carol had to push Tony's head away from her pussy, just to be able to gather her breath back from a continual climax that had lasted well over twenty minutes. Tony knelt upright, his large hand now wrapped around his penis; he was stroking it back and forth slowly as he shuffled across the living room floor towards me. I didn't move as his thigh touched my knee in the darkness, didn't flinch as he felt his way up my body in the darkness, didn't object as he used his strength to press his stomach between my thighs, opening me up totally, I said nothing as his mouth pressed against my neck, and then he lifted himself slightly higher and the tip of his cock pressed against my labia, I whispered, "Please don't, I have never done this with anyone but my husband before".

Tony pulled back slightly and I relaxed a little, Tony kissed my cheek, kissed up to my ear and asked if it was okay for him to at least give me a little pleasure, my head moved fractionally forward and back, I have no idea if I intended it as a nod but Tony took it as one. His hand slipped between our bodies, fingers searching out the wetness between my lower lips, as his fingers dug deep inside my body his mouth found mine and my eyes closed automatically. Tony was very skilful at taking me up to the edge of a climax and then allowing me to relax back down again. I lost count of the number of times he took me to the edge and let me slide back again, "I want you to fuck me Tony I really do but please don't do it", god I felt week saying that but I needed to be released from my frustrations and I knew that if he pressed his manhood against my labia right now I would push back at him to feel him burry himself inside of me.

I was suddenly alone, Tony had moved so fast that I felt a wave of emptiness flood over me, I had been taken to the brink of yet another unfulfilled climax and now Tony had jumped to his feet, my hand was grasped and I was jerked to my feet. Carol suddenly came into view, I realised that for almost an hour I had been writhing on the seat with my eyes closed and being 'pleasured' by Carol's boyfriend, now I could see her once again, she was totally nude, masturbating herself with a vibrator. One flick of Tony's powerful arm and I was propelled across the room and hit the sofa hard, sliding down to a sitting position at Carol's side.

Tony knelt on the edge of the sofa's seat; he took a handful of Carol's hair and pulled her head forward, forcing his cock into her mouth with a great deal of aggression, then he used his other hand to take hold of my hair and he pulled me towards him, my body clashed with Carol's and I felt her hands reaching out to me, she used her slender fingers to work her way deep into my body, I fired off into a climactic orbit within seconds, then Tony turned his body slightly and I felt the heat of his manhood at my lips.

My mouth opened as an involuntary reaction, I felt his cock slide all the way in my mouth, I gagged slightly as his cock head hit the back of my throat, my gagging only caused Tony to pull harder on my hair, forcing his cock to actually enter my oesophagus, there was a sudden rush, Tony was injecting his cum directly into my throat, there was no taste to it, just the feeling of the hot, slimy liquid sliding directly into my stomach. The feeling of Carol's fingers and Tony orgasming directly into my stomach made me almost pass out, then Tony pulled his cock clear of my throat, leaving a trail of his bitter juice across my tongue and a foul taste in my mouth.

I almost leaped up from the sofa as soon as Tony let my head go free, I was desperate to get dressed, to get out of Carol's house before I got down on my knees and begged Tony to fuck the life out of me. Carol had a drink of orange juice waiting for me as I emerged into the light of the kitchen, she was still totally nude, she had absolutely no shame, didn't see anything out of the ordinary in sharing her man with an almost stranger. "Were you serious, about never doing anything with anyone but your husband?"

"Yes of course",

I desperately wanted to leave, but my stomach was churning so terribly from the belly full of salty cum that Tony had just injected into me, Carol told me that the juice would help, but I needed to hang around for at least fifteen minutes, I looked puzzled, "Have you ever taken cum that way before?"

"No, never, I have, you know, with Harry but he never, ever tried to finish himself in my mouth."

Carol told me that it would be better if I was sick in her toilet, it would get it all over with much faster than walking around for ages feeling sick, the theory was that the alkali of Tony's cum needed an acid to force the sick reaction to expel it all, I took the drink of orange, more to take the foul taste away than anything else but I suddenly needed to hang my head over the toilet and rid myself of the churning.

I walked past my drive, it was still very early, my bedroom curtains were still closed which meant that Harry was probably still sleeping, I found my house keys on my front tyre where I had left them when I went out for my walk. The walk that was meant to clear my head from the events of the previous evening... the walk that resulted in my baptism of voyeurism and almost led to me letting a complete stranger have sex with me. I decided to try and get a little sleep on the sofa, Harry would just assume that I had been there all night and I wouldn't have to explain where I had been.

The ringing of the telephone tore into my consciousness, I had been dreaming and I had incorporated the sound of the telephone into my dream. It was only after the phone had been ringing for too long for my mind to find it believable that I woke up. Sandy was ringing me from work; she had just switched her phone to hands free and was getting on with her work while waiting for me to pick up.

"Hello", I said.

"You're a dark horse Tracey."

I didn't know what she was she meant but she soon proved that Carol and she had no secrets from each other. Sandy knew all about my watching Carol and Paul the bus driver, she knew all about me watching the couples in the car park and also knew all about what happened in Carol's living room in the very early hours of the morning.

"I want to meet for coffee after I finish work", she said.

I didn't even know what time it was then, I had assumed that it was still early, that Harry was still in bed, no, that didn't make sense, he was such a light sleeper that he would have woken and answered the phone by the second or third ring. I had to focus hard to see the time, it was eleven-thirty, Harry had told me when I tried to get him to have sex with me that he had to be in work early. I checked the drive; there was Harry's car, NOT! He had gone to work without waking me, he had never left the house without giving me a kiss first in all the time that we had been living together.

"Well, are you coming into Arnold for that coffee or not?"

I 'ummed' and 'arred' for a while then I asked her what time, "Twelve-thirty", I agreed and we would meet outside the doctors surgery.

We found a quiet corner in the caf?, in its heyday the 'Tea for Two' had been a genteel meeting place for 'Ladies wot do Lunch' but now it was mainly a waiting room for the benefit fraternity, waiting for their next 'cash fix' over a cold cup of rank coffee. Sandy wanted the dirt, she wanted to know everything, she had assumed that I was the same old 'Miss Prissy Pants' that she had known from collage but recent reports had seriously dented her image of me.

"I'm sorry to disappoint Sandy, but I really am just as you expected me to be!"

Sandy sat back in her chair, she was trying to make up her mind if I was telling the truth or if I was the best liar she had met. I explained that the only reason that I was wandering around after midnight was a slight problem at home. Sandy wouldn't let that go, she wanted details. I took my diary out of my handbag, it always amazed me just how much I could cram into such a small space, new housing developers should build houses like handbags, much smaller on the outside than the inside.

Sandy's eyes lit up when she saw my diary, I opened it at page one, Sandy read that page and she laughed out loud, she saw my face and apologised then she realised that it was a diary that she would eventually be reading from cover to cover in her role as doctors researcher.

"You trying for a baby?"

Sandy asked, I nodded my head, Sandy fanned through the pages, "Not really enough here yet to help but let me look."

Sandy took a paper napkin from the dispenser on the table; she began to work through the pages, making marks on the thin white paper of the napkin as she went along.

"You're ovulating right now, well last night would have been the optimum time, you should have been having sex for the last four days and for the next four days to give you the best chance of conception."

I was more shocked when she pointed out that from the times I had noted intimacy had taken place, it had been squarely in the safe zone for using my menstrual cycle as a form of birth control. Even the slightly unsafe times we had made love had been post-scripted with the fact that the act wasn't to completion, Harry had either masturbated himself or we had mutually masturbated.

"Face it girl, this man isn't interested in getting you pregnant, and he is good at reading your body for the safest times!"

I was more shocked at Sandy's reading of the situation than the situation itself; I just couldn't bring myself to believe that Harry would have been so calculating.

"Is your husband a patient at my place?" Sandy asked.

I nodded an affirmative response.

"Come on I have the keys still", we left half-drunk coffee, no loss really, it wasn't the best coffee in the world anyway.

As we walked towards the doctors surgery Sandy asked me why I hadn't let Tony fuck me, I tried to keep my eyes looking straight ahead, I knew I had begun to blush but if I looked into Sandy's eyes I would have caught on fire from the heat of my face.

"Because I have never had intimacy with anyone but Harry, decent women don't sleep around!" I said.

"Your mother tell you that 'Prissy'? I wouldn't have been able to say no, even if he was the worst shag in the world, and believe me, Tony is an eight, that's a high score for a white guy!"

I admitted to myself that I had asked Tony not to have sex with me but deep down I had wished he had taken no notice of my request, not that I would ever tell Sandy that. Sandy had a huge bunch of keys, she unlocked the door to the entrance, there was a loud beeping to warn of the imminent alarm, Sandy typed four digits into a keypad and there was silence. Sandy unlocked a steel shutter door, raised it up above our heads, then pulled it down behind us again. A key to unlock the door into the area behind the receptionist's desk, loud beeping again, this time it took a five digit code to silence the alarm.

Sandy led me into the file room, she closed the door behind us and turned on the light, the room had no outside windows so the light was essential. It took Sandy's practised hands a mere few seconds to find the files containing Harry's and my details, my folder was very thin.

"I have six month old babies with more information in their folder than you" Sandy said.

There was a red star on the front of Harry's folder, his folder, unlike mine, was very full. Sandy tapped the star with her finger, "You know what this means?"

"He's been good!"

"No, this means extra money for the doctor, he gets a 'grand' extra for your husband than a normal patient!"

I gave Sandy a questioning look, "Medical research, your husband gets two thousand, five hundred pounds a year for testing new drugs for a manufacturer and we get the extra grand because of all the extra paper work we have to deal with."

Sandy threw the very thick folder on the table, the first letter from the drug manufacturer bore the letterhead of the company that Harry worked for, he was working as a senior manager at the same time as testing their new drugs. Sandy's face dropped a little.

"What! What is it?" I asked.

"Your husband is testing the male birth control pill!"

I sat down with a thump; the wind had definitely been taken from my sails, looking back through the correspondence Harry had been taking part in the trials since before we were married, before he began to work for the company. Sandy quickly plotted a graph of Harry's sperm level, she concluded that there was still a chance that a few sperm were being produced by Harry but not enough to be medically viable, but then it only takes one lucky sperm to produce a baby. The final set of results had an accompanying letter.

The gist of the letter was that after three months of zero sperm production Harry would be entering 'phase two' of the trial, an injection of the chemical under the skin of Harry's forearm. The injection would release the exact amount of the drug that would keep Harry at zero sperm level for six months at a time.

"At least he won't be keeping you short after that!" Sandy said.

"What does that mean?" I asked her.

"The amount of times you and him have intimacy?", Sandy punctuated the word intimacy with her fingers, using air quotes, God I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "? you would hardly qualify as casual friends. Even old Paul the sad bus driver gets it more often than you do!"

I was totally in a spin now; I couldn't believe how depressed this information had made me feel.

"Mark my words, as soon as he has had the injection he will be knocking on your panties every night!" Sandy said.

We parted at the end of Sandy's road, she was going to monitor Harry's file and she would tell me when they had put Harry onto phase two, I would then see if there was any increase in intimacy, my mind filled in the air quotes this time, Sandy had her hands full with the bags she was carrying. I got home a few moments before Harry, he was bright and cheerful when he walked through the door, I just wish I were the same. Harry's excuse for not kissing me goodbye,? "You looked so cute sleeping on the sofa that I didn't have the heart to wake you!"

That afternoon dragged by very slowly, it felt like I could clean the living room between one tick of the grandfather clock and the next, I would have been able to wash, dry and put away all the pots in the house before the third tick. It is amazing how slow the poison of mistrust works through a body. Bed time came around a year and a half after Harry got home from work, I was quite sleepy, I had definitely not had my full eight hours the night before but that didn't stop me setting my mind on trying to get Harry to fuck me.

I suddenly brightened up a lot, I showered and used the perfume that Harry liked best, I was careful to wash myself between the legs well, the power shower blasting up into me always turned me on and instead of my floor-length nightgown I had put on a baby-doll nighty, black, very sheer, the gift that Harry brought himself for the night of our wedding but I had been too shy to actually wear.

The bedroom light was out when I walked in, Harry had his back to the door so I dropped the pose I had 'struck' as I stood framed in the doorway, I knew that the light coming from behind me would have made the material of my nighty totally transparent. 'Damned!' I thought to myself, Harry was already sleeping, I could tell from his breathing pattern, that wasn't a problem, he always woke as soon as my bottom touched the bed usually if I went to bed after him. I reached my arm over Harry's shoulder, I kissed the back of his neck and pressed my abdomen against his lower back and pushed forward slightly. Harry's breathing pattern had changed the instant I touched the bed so I knew that he was actually wide-awake from that second. If things had happened as they usually did he would roll over and kiss me goodnight, but he didn't move, he was feigning sleep.

My past history had left me with few or no tools in my seduction 'took box', I had in the past been totally passive, I had been only too happy for Harry to make all of the sexual running in our relationship. Sometimes I had been ready, geared up for sex, and he had missed the signs, or so I thought at the time. Sandy had given me some literature on the female body, the sort of things that Cosmo' went some of the way to dealing with. Around the time of my ovulation I could expect the hormones in my body to trigger autonomic responses that would make me feel more sexually aroused, more responsive to sexual advances and would give out subtle signals to men that would help them to want me more. Those must have been the signals that Harry was using to stop himself from trying to have sex with me, well he was trying very hard now, I was rubbing myself against his buttocks so hard now that I was surprised that I hadn't pushed him out of the other side of the bed. It was only ten thirty; I had made myself even hornier than I was the night before, and the way time was running at the moment it would take around seven years for the dawn to break.

Eleven-thirty, did you know that the grandfather clock in the hallway down stairs ticked seven thousand two hundred times in an hour? I had thought that it should have been only three thousand six hundred but it must tick on both the capture and the release of the 'pawl and ratchet' that controlled the speed that the weight fell in the casement.

I had told myself that during the next hour I would try and see if I could distinguish between the two movements of the clock; see if there was a difference. 'This is ridiculous, I can't lie here counting the clock ticking all night' I told myself, eleven thirty two, I decided to get up, see if there was anything on TV. Went into the kitchen, I had a half pint of milk left, if I had a little more I could do myself a drink of hot chocolate, I told myself that a half pint was more than enough for hot chocolate then I told myself to shut up, what the hell did I know anyway, I couldn't even spot when a man was avoiding trying to make me pregnant.

I checked the garden, it was early summer, I wondered if the hedge-hog that often called in the autumn would be around looking for milk so I put out a saucer full of milk just in case. Eleven thirty-three, I have a quarter of a pint of milk, if I had a little more I could make myself a cup of hot chocolate, hot chocolate might help me sleep, I could pop down to the 'Tesco 24 hr' store and buy a pint or two of milk, and some hot chocolate powder, after all I never kept it in as it was far to fattening.

I pulled my mackintosh on over my nighty and picked up my bag. It wasn't far to the twenty-four hour store but if I drove there I could pick up something else if I saw it, something that I may not be able to carry if I walk there. I closed the front door as quietly as I could, I didn't close my car door to avoid disturbing Harry, I let the hand-break off and allowed the car to roll down the drive and onto the road. I could have closed my door then and start the engine without waking Harry if he had been asleep but I decided to allow the car to roll further down the hill before closing the door and starting the engine, just in case he was still awake.

As the engine burst into life the fan heater fired a blast of cool night air at my legs, it found its way up under the bottom of my coat, reminding me that I was almost naked under my coat, just the sheer netting of my baby-doll nighty. I noticed that I was almost opposite the road leading to Bestwood Country Park, I could use that road to turn around in, after all the shop was up the hill and I had rolled down the hill, 'Liar, the 'Tesco 24' is at the bottom of the hill', 'I changed my mind, I'm going to... er... Asda, I don't like the milk at Tescos! "

I drove the hundred yards or so along the front of the houses, I knew most of the women that lived in those houses, they were the ones that were always organising the petitions to close the car park. I was at the end of the lane leading to the car park now; I could just make out the entrance in the darkness. I switched to sidelights and turned right into the lane leading to the car park entrance. I crawled along as slowly as the car would go; I was giving the voice inside my head plenty of time to convince the second voice that hot chocolate was far more preferable than driving into an unlit car park at eleven fifty at night.

The car park was empty, as I drove in there wasn't a single car in any of the little bays around the outside edge of the car park. I drove two complete circles around, 'Okay, see, nothing here for you, now let's be good and fetch a bottle of milk and maybe I'll treat you to a bar of fruit and nut, I'm sure that you'll like that more than sex anyway!' I pulled the car into an empty bay; I had subconsciously chosen it because it was right next to the footpath leading back to the road opposite my house. I made sure my door was locked, turned the engine off, I was going to leave the side lights on but as soon as I turned the key the lights went off on their own, 'I didn't realise they did that', I had always been so careful to turn off the lights before I turned off the engine, just to save the battery, I laughed to myself a little. I noticed a shadow in the distance, something was moving between me and the light cast by what moonlight there was. I saw the shadow move once again; it certainly looked like a man, probably dressed in black. I remembered that the three cars that I had seen were all the same, they all had their interior lights on, I fumbled with the switch on the inside light, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that it was difficult to breath, my hand was shaking so much that it was hard to make the light work.

It wasn't a blinding flash of light but it did make me flinch, the outside world suddenly disappeared from view as the light inside the car turned off the darkness outside. It took only seconds for a face to appear at the window to my right. I half recognised the guy; I thought he was the man I had seen after watching Carol and the bus driver fuck. I was sitting there in my seat, hands gripping the steering wheel at ten and two, face, straight ahead, it was my peripheral vision that had picked up the movement as the guy's face was illuminated by the light from my car.

I heard two taps on the glass, wound down the window a fraction of an inch. I had almost swivelled my eyes out of their sockets to be able to see the man without moving my head, I watched as his mouth came into contact with the glass, "Drive to the other end of the car park, as far away from the houses as you can and reverse in against the bush". The automaton in me started the car, drove slowly across the car park without lights, I hadn't even turned off the interior light which made it doubly difficult to negotiate the car park. I did however recognise when I passed the entrance to the car park, 'Just swing the steering wheel to the left, turn on the headlights and gun the engine, you can be sitting in home sipping hot chocolate in less that fifteen minutes!' It took all of my strength to not turn the steering wheel to the left, I had slowed down even further as I got to the entrance, I actually stopped for what seemed like an age. Eventually I found the last bay, I realised that the guy wanted me to reverse into the bay so that he would be facing the car park entrance while he was at my side of the car.

It took a few seconds for the man to catch up to me, my window was still open a crack, "Open you coat", my hands were still glued to the steering wheel, I was still sitting with my head fixed ahead, I was trying to work out how to open my coat without releasing my grip on my steering wheel. "Open your coat!" I managed to prise one hand off of the wheel, and began to try to open the top button, my hand was shaking so much I could have supplied McDonalds with their triple thick shakes for a month.

Eventually I opened three buttons and the guy looking through my window could see that all I had on was a thin nightdress, I realised that he could see most of my breasts through the flimsy material. "Untie the belt and push your seat back!"

I now had to let go of the steering wheel with both hands, not for the mackintosh's belt but sliding the seat back in a Vauxhall Corsa is definitely a two handed job. I had also stopped looking straight ahead, I was now looking at the lower half of the man, he was bent over to look through my window but I could see that he had his member in his hand and he was pulling the foreskin back to expose his mushroom shaped cock-head and then allowing elasticity to take the skin back.

"Open the last button!"

I was worried by that, the last button would reveal all of my charms, show the guy my tangled bush beneath my baby-doll.

"Open your coat."

My fingers were at the last button, I wasn't sure if I could go through with what I had started, I was listening carefully for my sensible, inner voice to offer its advice. I didn't really need to hear it, I knew that it would be telling me to, 'Turn the light off, start the engine and get the fuck out of here!'

"OPEN YOUR COAT!"

My audience was getting slightly bored I felt with my inaction on the coat opening front, just at the moment when my 'conscience superego' had popped out for a double latt?. 'You're here for a reason my girl' shit, what a time for my 'id' to poke her nose in, while I usually get diametrically opposite advice from my 'conscience superego', my own personal internal devil and angel and I got to choose which one to listen to, my 'id' is a different kettle of 'watsanames', my 'id' is biologically driven, only one option offered, 'Damned why am I so weak?'

My coat was now open, totally and completely, my watcher was taking his time drinking in the sight.

"Take your coat all the way off!"

I had nothing to lose now, I was to all intense, nude anyway, the negligee wasn't designed for its covering ability after all. It was a bit of a struggle to get my coat off.

"Throw it in the back!"

I did.

"Recline your seat!"

I wanted to say how far but I had never reclined the seats before and had no idea where to find the mechanism to make the seat recline, there was a short lever to my right, I pulled it and the seat fell all the way down, the spring mechanism was obviously faulty and probably explained why the sales-man had omitted to mention how to adjust the seat. 'So here I am, exposed to a stranger, lying almost flat out in my car with its light on, am I now officially a tramp? Or is it a tart? Something I could check out on the Internet tomorrow!

"Wind the window down a bit more!"

"No!"

The face was gone, I struggled up enough to see out of the window, there was no one in sight, my sense of deflation was enormous, I couldn't believe just how exciting it had been to sit there and take instructions from a total stranger and how empty I felt now that he had gone.

I noticed a car had pulled into the other end of the car park, I could just make out that there were two people in the car, the interior light was on and I could see a gap in the illumination that I took to be my voyeur. I had now officially been rejected by a pervert; you have no idea just how that makes a woman feel. I was struggling to get the seat back upright, it was just a guess but I would have needed to be a double jointed octopus to raise the seat without first leaving the car, there was at least one reason why I didn't want to get out of the car just to lift my seat back up. I heard the engine of the other car suddenly fire up, it took off from the car park with its front wheels throwing cinders into the air, I had a little inward smile as a made out the shadowy figure of my pervert making his way back to my side.

"Are you going to open your window more?"

I turned the window winder one circle in response, that made my window lower by an inch, I watched as my voyeur opened his trousers again and began to revive his flaccid cock, he was gently stroking himself into life, I watched as his cock grew from three inches and thin to around seven inches and extremely thick.

"Take off the bottom of your nighty!"

I checked, 'conscience superego' still away on her latte break. I lifted my bottom and slid my baby-doll's bottoms down.

"Now take off your top!"

Again it was a little struggle but I managed to remove my top and was now totally nude in my car, the window was cracked open an inch and a half and the cool night air was making my nipples respond more than they had ever responded in my life before, well I will blame the cold anyway.

"Open your window more!"

I now had to weigh up my options, last time I said no the guy pissed off, and if I said no again he night not come back, I knew that I was so absolutely turned on right then that I would have had sex with a dog to get my relief. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to go further with this guy but, just at that moment, I wanted something, Harry wasn't going to 'pleasure' me, I knew I could 'pleasure' myself but this was almost the most exciting experience I had been through in my life to date, well, not counting twenty-four hours earlier, that had been pretty exciting.

I turned the handle on my window another full circle; the window was now open two and a half inches.

"Open your legs."

I did as I was told.

"Wider!"

I opened them wider.

"Finger yourself!"

I began to masturbate myself, I knew that the man could have just about reached in and touched me if he had wanted to but he kept his distance. I wasn't particularly good at finger fucking myself, as a young woman I had never done anything like that and it was usually Harry's job to do it if I needed it after we married, I was trying to copy what Harry had done to me in the past but I was making a total pig's ear of it, a little voice popped into my head, 'Why not ask the guy to swap, you know how to make a man come, and I'll bet he knows a damn site more than you do about frigging a woman!'

Bloody fine time to come off of your coffee break I thought to my 'conscience superego'.

"Open your window more!"

I knew that he could have reached through the last time I opened it more so I just took it all the way down, the cool air made me shiver. I stiffened up as the guy stepped closer and his head came through the opening in my door. He pushed my hand away from my vagina, lifted my right knee and moved my foot so that my heel was hooked over the edge of my seat, then he tapped my left leg and pointed upwards, I knew instinctively that he wanted me to copy the position of my right leg with my left leg. The only time I had ever been that open before was when I had my first ever internal examination just after my twenty-fifth birthday, and I only had that because my mother had some abnormal cells from a cervical smear test.

I watched as the man put a latex glove on one hand, he reached in and began to work his fingers into my body, I went into orbit with the first pass of his finger over my clitoris, and from that moment I was lost. Harry had never done anything like that to me in all the time we had been lovers, I was taken on a magical tour of my inner workings, I was given a really nice clitoral orgasm, followed by a deep stimulation of the 'G' spot in the roof of my virginal cavity, then after I had landed back on earth he massaged the opening to my urethra, it felt like he was actually able to force his finger into the entrance to the pipe leading from my bladder. I managed to spot the clock when the man first touched me, it was twelve forty five when he first touched me and now it was past two o'clock in the morning.

I was totally covered in sweat, I had never climaxed so much in all of my life before and then the door popped open, I froze once again as the man pulled me around, he took my right leg and as he crouched down between my legs he placed my right foot on to his left shoulder. If he tried to fuck me I would have to say no, I wouldn't want to but there was no way I could let him actually fuck me. He was getting into a good position, he pushed my left foot onto the dashboard, I was almost doing the splits, it had gone way past the point of comfort. But as soon as his fingers snaked their way into my love tunnel I would have agreed to anything, this time he passed my clitoris by, passed my urethra, straight passed that magical 'G' spot, he was searching out my cervix, I could feel him almost measuring my cervix, he had pushed his fingers around the neck of my womb, he was actually massaging the protuberance that was my cervix.

I opened my eyes and strained to look at the junction between his hand and my vagina, I noticed that there was a ring of lubricant around his glove and that he had four fingers buried deep inside of me and he was gently working his fingers on all sides of my cervix, he was increasing the pressure slightly and then I felt his little finger move slightly, it was at the opening to my womb and he was pushing hard against the muscle holding the mouth closed, I felt a blinding pain and a small pop, he had the tip of his little finger inside my cervix. The subtle movements of his fingers as he tried to encourage his finger deeper drove me over into the most violent of orgasmic spasms, I had never had a baby before but I could only imagine that the pleasure/pain that I was feeling must have been like the beginnings of birth contractions.

I was empty, the guy had been finger fucking me for almost three hours, he had taken me further along the climax 'super highway' than I had ever been before and now he had stepped back, he was standing upright, masturbating himself, the latex glove was on the floor of my car and the first string of white, milky cum was floating through the air, in the direction of my stomach and chest. I had never had a man stand over me and masturbate over me, I had thought that it should have felt degrading but he had given me such pleasure that I couldn't deny him that pleasure if that was what he wanted

The second string of his cum flew over my right breast and chin, the third and forth on my stomach and the fifth in the well caused by my upper thigh and pubic mound, and then he was gone, retreating into the darkness. I eased myself out of my car, I was totally nude, standing in a public car park, I didn't care, it didn't even bother me to see that during my 'pleasure fest' a car had pulled up next to my car, close enough for the couple sitting in it to watch every gasp of my climax, their interior light was off so I couldn't actually see their faces but that didn't matter to me, I even considered walking around my car so that they could get a better view of my magnificent body.

I simply adjusted my seat to its upright position and pulled my mackintosh on and stuffed my baby-doll under my seat. 'Okay, let's go get milk!' the voice in my head said, I asked if it was my angel or my devil that had spoken to me but she wouldn't say.

I decided to put on my mackintosh without my baby-doll nighty under it, I stuffed the nighty under my seat in an untidy ball, the lining of my coat felt wonderfully rough against my skin and as I adjusted my position in my seat the material drew roughly across my nipples making them stand out hard against the material, which caused the material to press harder against them, a wonderfully decadent, vicious circle.

I drove to the 'Tesco 24', it was around three forty in the morning, as I got out of my car I realised that my mackintosh, while wonderfully stylish, perfectly designed and totally practical, as a rain coat, did little to hide the more intimate parts of my body. I could have pulled the front over and used the button which lay hidden normally beneath the collar, that would have hidden my cleavage from view but, one of the more stylish features of the coat was that it had been designed to look like a horse riders coat, that meant that the bottom button on the front was actually around my navel and there was an open vent at the back to around the same height. I decided not to bother hiding my cleavage from view but I would have to be careful not to move suddenly in the light if the shop or I would reveal all to anyone looking, I also had to walk holding the coat closed below the bottom button as every step I took exposed way too much of my upper thigh.

I was most disappointed to find that the shop was totally empty; empty that was apart from two female shop assistants waiting patiently behind the tills. 'Okay, let's go and get our milk and chocolate from Asda! the little voice in my head said. I had walked along each of the aisles, I decided not to get the milk from Tesco's, it was only a short drive to Asda and I was sure that there would be more people shopping there. As I was about to walk past the check-out, empty handed, I noticed the end of aisle display, there was almost a mountain of condoms there, different manufactures, different colours, different shapes, a cornucopia of contraceptive delights.

I had never in my life before brought a condom, when we were courting it was Harry's job to provide the latex if he wanted to sample my body and after we were married I stopped him using condoms at all, I would have been happy to have fallen pregnant on my wedding night, never mind now, almost three years on. I didn't even know if those things came in different sizes, or if men would prefer one type over another, I decided though, I needed to get me some, to get me some.

I picked up a box of ten 'Durex Feather Light', the only reason I chose them was that the name stuck in my mind from when I was younger, they were the only ones that were sold at one time. I also picked up a box of three Virgin condoms and a pack of three ribbed ones. I can't believe how much I blushed as I paid for my little rubber collection. In my car I opened all of the packets, I dropped one of each types in to my handbag, and one of each into my mackintosh pocket, I decanted the last of each of the packets of three into the larger box and popped it into my glove box, 'Why don't we rename it a condom box?', I didn't need to ask which of my two voices that came from, but she did make me chuckle as I drove out of the car park.

As I drove along the main road I was tempted to go back into the car park I was in earlier, just to see if there was anyone there to help me use one of my new collection of condoms, I could almost do a marketing trial, let men try all three and tell me which one they preferred. I noticed a taxi outside of Carols house, it drew my attention away from the road leading to the car park, just as well as I passed by the footpath I noticed the dark space beyond the small wood turned blue and red, the effect of a police car putting on its roof beacons to frighten off the couples parked up. I pulled up behind the taxi, I was glad to see that it was Carol that stepped out of the car.

"Hi, Carol, are you going straight to bed?" I asked, looking at the clock in the dashboard for confirmation of the time, "Sorry it's so late" I went on.

"I was going to have a quick coffee before I went to bed, come in".

I followed Carol up the path, at her front door she opened it and invited me to go in ahead of her. I had to do a little nifty footwork to avoid tripping over a pile of 'stuff' that seemed to be living in the passageway leading to the kitchen.

"Tony's not here" Carol said, I realised that comment was elicited because Carol had just received a flash of my bum from under the mackintosh's rear vent. I stalled slightly, Asda suddenly seemed a little more inviting than Carol's house just then but I carried on to the kitchen, I sat in the same seat as the previous night as Carol made the coffee, as soon as she placed the cup in front of me the kitchen door burst open.

"I'm sorry Dell, did we wake you darling?"

"No, I was on the Internet!"

Dell was a young man, I put him at around eighteen or nineteen, he was dressed, only, in red boxers and a white vest. He was ruggedly handsome, had a square jaw line, dark tanned skin, extremely muscular arms and legs and his medium length black hair was perfectly styled and gelled. Dell was obviously a man who liked to take care of himself.

"Would you like a coffee darling?"

Dell nodded his head, my inner voice was saying a little prayer to the God of crumpet. 'Please don't let him take his coffee to his room to drink it, Carol said that little mantra several times until Dell sat on the seat on the opposite side of the table from me. 'Thank you God', at least my inner voice had manors.

I sat with my coffee cup in front of my mouth; I was half blowing the coffee and half using the cup to hide the smile that was splitting my face in two.

"This is Tracey, she lives opposite the footpath, the house with the bay window", Carol told Dell.

"Oh! You have the Corsa with the neat paint job?"

I was impressed by Dell more and more, most men I knew would just laugh if I told them I owned a Corsa, but Dell had even noticed that it had a special paint job.

My cup was empty, I was still using the cup to cover my grin, I really felt like the cat that had all the cream in the world. Carol had finished her coffee long ago; she was 'that' spectator at Wimbledon, her head, whipping from me to Dell and back to me as Dell and I talked about anything and everything.

"Well, Dell why don't you make Tracey and yourself another coffee? I'm ready for bed now!"

Carol kissed Dell on his cheek, I could just make out that she told him that she would be in his bed, just in case. My heart sank slightly, here was me hoping that Dell was just a friend of Carol's and she was going to wait in his bed for him, damned, another deflation. Dell poured two coffees, he stood in front of me holding both cups, I could see from the movement of his lips that he was rehearsing something in his mind, eventually he blurted out.

"Would you like to drink this upstairs?"

It took me a while to process the information, I had already experienced Carol's openness to sexual activity, was he inviting me to join him and Carol in his bed? My hesitation must have been seen by Dell as reluctance on my part, he was rocking from one foot to the other, he was half way to placing the cup in front of me and half way to walking towards the door. I stood up; I doubted my inner self would have allowed my voice to have said anything anyway, just in case it said something wrong.

I followed Dell up the stairs, the piles of junk I had danced around the night before were still there and it looked like others had popped over to visit. Dell danced his own dance around the obstructions with the skill of a ballet dancer. When he opened the bedroom door I recognised the squeak of the hinges as the door opened. The bedroom was totally different to the rest of the house, it was neat and tidy, nothing out of place, there was a table lamp illuminating the side of the bed, red chiffon had been draped over the top of the shade to further diffuse the gentle light from the low wattage bulb. There was also the scent of several essential oils in the air, I noticed a stain in the centre of the chiffon square that seemed to be drying before my eyes, Carol had obviously dressed the room for sex, I wondered how long it would be before she joined us.

Dell hopped into the double bed, he drew the duvet up to his chin and then threw out his vest and boxers, I stood playing with the foil packets in my mackintosh pocket, how do I bring them into the conversation? I had no idea. The pressure lifted slightly when I saw a box of ten Durex on the table, directly below the table lamp, I breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, turned my back to Dell and allowed my coat to fall to the floor, I heard Dell gasp as my back was revealed to him. I sat with my back to him and quickly scooted under the duvet to join him. I hadn't closed the bedroom door, as I was sure that Carol was just in the bathroom and would be coming through any second.

Dell turned onto his side to face me, I was still on my back, Dell reached his right arm over me and rested his hot hand on my left arm, his mouth brushed lightly against mine, lips barely touching, then he moved his mouth to kiss my cheek, his face was so soft, he must have shaved just before we walked into the house, his face was so soft that he had to be using a good quality moisturiser, I wondered if it was his choice or had Carol seen the same article in Cosmo' that I had seen, telling women to forget the 'after-shave birthday' present, buy him lightly scented moisturiser and get him to shave before bed, something well worth thinking about I say.

I saw the time on the alarm clock, just coming up to four am, Dell and I kissed up a storm, after thirty minutes or so we were still kissing, Dell was rubbing my left shoulder, his hand had hardly moved in the thirty minutes, I was expecting him to have been exploring my body with his hands but he wasn't, I decided to try and move things on a little, I opened my legs wide, brushing his cock with my thigh as my legs opened. I felt a very wet trail from the tip of his extremely hard cock as it moved against my thigh. We kissed a little longer, my thigh pressing against Dell's cock, I was increasing the pressure slightly and relaxing, it was like I was using my thigh to massage his cock, the wetness was increasing greatly too, Dell was obviously very excited, I looked at the clock once again, four-forty am.

I put my right hand under Dell's side and pressed my hand into the small of Dell's back and eased him over slightly so that he was more on his front than his side, his right knee fell between my upper thighs and his cock was now nestling in the gap between my thigh and my hairy mound, again nothing but kissing.

"Would you like to do anything else Dell?" I whispered in his ear, half of me thought that he was waiting for Carol to join us but surely not after almost an hour.

"What would you like me to do?"

Dell was starting to worry me a little, I nodded towards the bedside table and the packet sitting there invitingly.

"OH, God, yes, sorry"

Dell eased himself off of me and fumbled with the condom box, eventually he had a silver foil packet in his hands and they began to shake slightly. The package was eventually opened, Dell was obviously very inexperienced in the use of condoms but he eventually got it rolled down onto his cock. I pulled him roughly on top of me. My legs still wide open, it was a lucky shot but as I pulled him on top of me we 'meshed' together exactly, there was one sudden thrust and Dell was buried deep into my vagina.

I felt Dell stiffen, every sinew in his body became taught then.

"I'm sorry, really sorry"

I had no idea what Dell had to be sorry about, but he slowly withdrew and I looked down in horror to see sperm coming from the top of the condom's tight rubber band. Not only had Dell suffered from the most extreme case of premature ejaculation but he had cum so much that he had quite literally filled the condom to overflowing. 'Damned and blast', my inner voice, the master of understatement said silently to me.

I checked carefully, Dell hadn't been in me far enough for the content leaking from the top of the condom to have been any risk to me.

"There are more condoms, can we try again please?"

Dell took his condom off, whenever Harry had used a condom he hardly filled the teat at the end, Dell had a good inch of fluid in the empty latex skin. The condom was thrown into a bin at the side of the bed and Dell eagerly plucked a fresh silver packet from the box.

"No, for God's sake go and pee, then wash your cock carefully with loads of soap and hot water before you try again!"

I stood leaning on the bedroom doorframe as Dell stood by the toilet bowl peeing, then I watched as he washed his cock carefully, when I was happy that there should be no stray sperm left in or around his cock I told him to come back to bed. Dell was much faster to skin the latex down his shaft the second time, he was hard within moments of sitting on the bed, I pulled the duvet from the bed and threw it on the floor, I took up my position in the centre of the mattress with my legs open wide, Dell's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me like that and he jumped on top like a stallion. He began to fuck like one too. I wasn't complaining, it felt wonderful to feel that power between my legs but I pushed him away slightly.

"Slow down Dell", I told him.

Dell began the slower, deeper thrusts of the more experienced man, he didn't really understand my body very much and it took a long time before I began to get the feelings that would build into a half decent climax for me, but it was more because of my own movements than Dell's. After three reasonable climaxes I looked over at the clock, almost five am, I asked Dell if he was ready to cum yet, that spurred him on to the stallion pace once again, he was fucking me fast and furious, something connected exactly right and he blew me to an amazing orgasm, we both finished our climax together.

I felt warm and wonderful, I had finally managed to relieve the itch I had felt between my thighs for two days, I could feel Dell's sperm, warm and sticky flowing inside of my body. 'Rewind, I could feel his sperm, my God,' I jumped up, almost throwing Dell onto the floor, there was no condom on his cock as it leapt out of my body. I ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, there was spunk flowing from me like I was peeing, Dell must have cum a cup-full into me. I saw the shower on the wall over the bath. I quickly unscrewed the shower head and stood in the bath with the pipe inserted inside my vaginal cavity, I turned the water on slowly and after I felt my lower abdomen bloat up slightly I pulled the pipe out and the condom was washed out of my body.

I continued to irrigate myself for a while and eventually the feeling of panic started to subside. Dell was standing in the doorway to the bathroom saying, "I'm sorry" over and over again, eventually I regained my composure enough to kiss him as tell him that it wasn't his fault, I should never have been there in the bed with him at all, I was a married woman.

I decided to leave my car outside Carol's house and walk home, it was almost six am and the last thing I wanted to do was wake Harry up putting my car on the drive, the milk man had beaten me home, there were two pints of fresh milk on my doorstep. I had to search for an old nighty that was in the wash-basket, I hated wearing clothes two days running but I didn't want to risk walking up stairs and waking Harry so I put on a floor length pink night dress that I had worn on Thursday night. I curled up on the sofa and drifted into a fitful sleep. The same thing kept running through my mind, I wanted a baby, wanted one real bad, now there was a possibility that I could have taken in enough of Dell's sperm to have made me pregnant, I know that many women get pregnant by another man and just have sex with their husband at the right time so that he would think that he was the father. My problem with that is that I am blond, Harry is strawberry blond, we both have blue eyes, what were the chances of the baby produced by Dell's sperm being light haired or blue eyed, worse than nine to one against.

A loud crash from the kitchen woke me, I focussed on the clock, it was nine o'clock, I stumbled into the kitchen and Harry was fully dressed, he was in the process of writing a note, 'Gone football, back sometime this evening, love H'. Harry asked if I had a bad night's sleep, he nodded toward the living room and the sofa where I had supposedly spent the night, the whole night.

"Pretty bad", I replied. I told Harry to hold on a minute and I'd get dressed and go with him, Harry cleared his throat.

"I have four other players in my car and we're playing in Doncaster later!"

Just one more thing I was to be excluded from, I felt dreadful, lack of sleep over two days and the sexual and emotional tension were beginning to catch up with me. I found Sandy's telephone number; it took only a few seconds for her to answer.

"Hi Sandy?"

"Yes."

"Do you still have the keys for work?"

"Yes."

"Can you get at the MAP?"

"I can but if I do you have to tell everything!"

"Okay!"

"Meet me outside work at eleven o'clock."

"Okay."

I met Sandy at the doctor's surgery, we went through the palaver of the keys and the alarms, with one added twist, there was a key to the drug's store at the back of one of the receptionists desk draws. Sandy opened the locker and took out a Morning After Pill from the container, then she switched on a computer and used the senior partners name and his Id to open the computer screen.

"He's a total technophobe, we all have to know his password because he is always screwing up the system" Sandy said in explanation of how she had just hacked into the computer system. Sandy put down that one MAF pill had been prescribed to a woman in her eighties.

"When they find that entry they'll assume that it was just another cock up on old Dr. Pratchett's part again."

Sandy and I went to her house for coffee; I looked over the place and was making encouraging noises about how nicely she had done the place up. I had started my tail at the point where I had tried to get Harry to make love to me, Sandy stopped me, she wanted all the details, what did I have on, how was Harry dressed, I back tracked and started over again in much greater details. When I mentioned how I was dressed and that I had seen Carol getting out of a taxi and asked if she fancied a late night chat, Sandy interrupted me.

"You wanted to let Tony get under your mac!"

"Tony wasn't there" I said.

"Yes! But you didn't know that, did you?"

I laughed, "I think subconsciously I was!"

I then mentioned the man who walked in on us in the kitchen, I described his tanned muscular body in loving detail, all the time I was talking I was trying to decide whether to take that damned pill or not.

"Oh! You mean Dell", Sandy said.

I nodded my head enthusiastically, and explained that it was his fault that I needed the MAP, because the condom fell off and he had fired a pint of premium baby juice into me. Sandy went a little silent, she rummaged around in a draw in the kitchen and finally took out a birthday card, it had 'Sweet sixteen and never been kissed', on the front, and 'Wishing you a Happy Birthday Dell, From Sandy and everyone at sixty-five'. I was fighting for breath.

"That's a trick card, Sandy; tell me that you have gotten it for him as a joke and he is nineteen or twenty or something!"

I was well into babble mode when Sandy said, "Well at least he has managed to lose his cherry at last, you have no idea how difficult it is for a half-cast fifteen year old to get sex around here."

"Half, Half, Half-cast," I spluttered out, the pill was in my mouth and washed down with a large gulp of scalding hot coffee. There was no way I could have passed a child who was mixed race off as Harry's in a million years, I didn't have a clue whether I would have fallen pregnant or not but now I didn't have to worry about it anymore, there would be other opportunities to get pregnant.

"You're becoming somewhat of a celebrity in the 'hot housewife's' circle!" Sandy told me, she wanted to know if I would like to meet a few more men for uncomplicated sex.

"Better make sure that you have your condom technique down pat though before you come around here for fun" Sandy said.

When I looked at her as if I didn't know what she was talking about she explained, "Get him hot and ready before you skin him, you skin him, never let him put it on himself, get him close by hand and only let him in you for the shortest time possible, if he doesn't come kick his ass out and finish him with your hand!"

Sandy showed me a few small, natural sponges, and a tube of spermicidal jelly, better still, use these things, they stop 'funny guys' like the one in the car park trying to open up your cervix, and to be sure to be sure, use condoms and sponges, you use them over and over again, just wash them out. I pulled a face at the prospect of reusable anything going inside my precious place.

"Well, how about it, do you want to have a few new experiences while you wait to see if young Harry is going to play the innocent after his contraceptive injection is put in?"

I wasn't sure, last night had frightened me on so many levels that I was seriously thinking of calling in at a convent and seeing if they had any vacancies.

I made myself a salad for lunch, I was sitting on the sofa with the TV on but without watching it, it was actually the football which I would watch if Harry was here, simply because he was so mad keen on the game, but for me, I would rather watch the news than football. I was actually taking the opportunity of being alone to try and sort out my crazy mixed up feelings. I could have taken a life earlier, there was no way of knowing if Dell's accident had resulted in my egg being fertilised but I had taken the pill that would have terminated it if it had. It was just like being in mourning, after someone close dies you feel so alone, my mind rushed back to how I felt when my grandmother passed away, I was so alone, even though I was in the middle of a crowd of people, all of them loved ones or friends, but still I had that feeling of being totally alone in the world, just the way I felt at that moment too.

My private solitude was shattered by the happy, chirpy tune that announced a call on my mobile phone, 'I should throw this thing in the river really' I thought to myself, the screen had a number instead of a name so I knew that it wasn't from a friend, I think if a friend had phoned me I would have just let it ring.

"Hello."

"Hi."

I recognised the voice, it was Dell.

"You shouldn't have phoned me, you could make things difficult for me!"

"I saw that only your car is on your drive and I can see that you are alone"

My head snapped around, I scanned through the window, I couldn't see him, then I noticed a small movement on the path leading to Bestwood Park, Dell was waving at me. I sat quietly for a moment, holding the phone to my ear and watching the handsome, young man, partly hidden from view, half way along the path to the wood.

"Come out and talk to me."

"Why?"

"I need you to come and talk to me."

I sat quietly again for a few seconds.

"Or would you prefer me to come over there and knock on your door?"

"Okay, give me a few minutes", I pressed the button, killing the call.

This would be a novelty for me, walking the path into Bestwood Park, fully dressed! I had a summer dress on, trainers, panties and bra with my mackintosh to top the whole thing off, it was a little hot for a mackintosh but there were storm clouds gathering off in the distance, 'Could rain later', I told myself. Dell was waiting just out of sight of the road, as I turned the bend in the path and he saw me his smile broadened. I recognised instantly those features that were 'tell tales' to his racial background, I realised that I had thought of him as well tanned because I hadn't realised that he was Carol's son, that Carol and Tony were both white and so why would they be living with a mixed race young man. In the strong light of a summer's afternoon, there was no mistaking the fact that Dell was a half-cast man.

Dell reached out to hug me but I froze him out, I looked back, checked all around to see if we could be observed, when I looked back at Dell he looked downcast and dejected. I started to walk on toward the country park, giving Dell a slightly wide birth as I passed him, he stood still for a while, I tried to look back without moving my head, in my peripheral vision I saw him make a little 'jinking' movement and he followed on behind me.

There was a fork in path, a small sign pointed to the left, 'Car Park'. There was no mention what was to the right but I knew that the car park would be much too public to talk to Dell. I took the right path and walked for around half a mile before Dell caught me up.

"Go in there!"

Dell was nodding toward a solid wall of bushes, I looked blankly at him and as he lifted a single branch I noticed that the grass that sided the footpath was worn away at that point. I had to stoop down a little but I was able to walk reasonably comfortably into the very heart of the bush. I felt a tap on my left hand side.

"Take that path, to the left."

Dell could obviously see something that I clearly couldn't, but I found a line to my left that looked 'man made', branches had been trimmed back to allow a passage through neighbouring bushes and out into a clearing beyond. There was a mature tree that had succumbed to a previous storm and was now lying across the clearing like a giant roadblock. I scanned around the clearing, there was a liberal scattering of tissues covering most of the clearing, I noticed several decomposing condom packets and the other side of the tree, just out of reach there were used condoms scattered around.

"You come here often?" I said as my eyes finished scanning the detritus around my feet.

"No, man, this isn't nothing to do with me, this is guys!"

"What do you mean, guys?"

"The men that come here to 'do' each other, you know, bummers!"

I got the picture, a trysting place for gay men to have casual sex unobserved.

"Any way, I have to tell you how sorry I am for last night!"

I told him that it was an accident that could have happened to anyone, there was something about Dell's body language that told me I didn't know the whole truth.

"I told my mum how upset you were and she told me that I had done something beyond mere stupidity and into, like, life threatening or something!"

"What exactly did you do?"

Dell told me a long and convoluted story that he had to break off mid-way. There were sounds coming from the direction that we had entered the clearing, Dell grabbed at my hand and pulled me through another secret passage into another bush, the space wasn't much bigger than Dell and I. The passageway didn't actually go anywhere and it looked like it had been made for the purpose of observing the clearings inhabitants, somewhat like a bird watchers hide, only the mating rituals that this hide took in were not performed by any bird

Dell indicated for me to be quiet, two men came into view in the clearing, they kissed, full on, with tongue. I watched in stunned silence as they began to touch each other, there seemed to be an older, more dominant man, he had the trousers of the less dominant man around his heels in seconds, he also had his shirt taken off and placed on the fallen tree. The dominant man bent down and took the other's, fairly small, cock into his mouth and made a valiant effort at driving him to a climax with his mouth. From our vantage point I watched the crouching man playing around the others buttocks, I watched as he 'tested' the standing man's anus. The man being sucked suddenly changed his stance, he was trying to get his legs as far apart as he could with his trousers constricting around his ankles. And then I saw the finger disappear up his anus.

As I watched, the whole scene unfolded in front of me, the man almost naked took his trousers and pants off, they were draped carefully on top of the shirt. The fully dressed man opened his zipper and took out a remarkably large member; he was around nine inches long and over four inches in circumference. I was at least glad to see that he pulled a rubber onto his cock before continuing, I watched as he opened a small packet, squeezed the content over the end of the condom and then on to two fingers which he began to work into the anal area of the more submissive man. I turned to Dell and gave him a puzzled look, Dell put his lips to my ear and whispered, "Slick, it's a special lubricant for condoms, these gay guys always seem to use it"

I saw the naked guy bend down and place his palms on the trunk of the fallen tree, the fully dressed although well-endowed guy stepped up to his back and bent his knees slightly so that his cock head lined up exactly on the 'slicked-up' anus. I couldn't believe just how fascinating and exciting it was to watch two reasonably good looking men fucking in the open. If young Dell had reached out and touched me at that moment I would have forgotten all about the previous evening, forgotten all about the explanation that had been disrupted by the other men's appearance and let him fuck me right there, on the spot, and without a condom too.

The love of two men is fleeting, from their arrival in the clearing to the condom being tied up and discarded was less than fifteen minutes. After they had vacated the 'plot' Dell and I returned to the clearing, "Do they come here often?" I asked naively,

"I have seen both of them before, but never together, men usually just meet out on the path or in the car park and come here to do it in private", so their love was even more fleeting than I had supposed. I told Dell to go on with his explanation; the gist of it was that Dell had often heard his, Jamaican father bragging to his Jamaican friends about how he had tricked Carol into getting pregnant on a one night stand by effecting the premature release of the condom. Dell had heard the story so often that he had thought it a pure act of fiction, he couldn't believe that a man could 'eject' the condom in the way his father had described so often and that once ejected the woman wouldn't instantly feel the difference and stop the proceedings.

My head fell, I had been the experiment of a misguided schoolboy, I held my head in my hands, tears were welling up in my eyes, I was now officially depressed. Dell took my arm and guided me to the tree trunk, he helped me to sit down and he stood in front of me stroking the back of my head.

"You see that I had to tell you don't you?"

I was totally numb; Dell's voice was coming through very faintly, as if he was a mile away.

"Mum told me to just forget it and let you sort things out yourself, but I couldn't do that could I?"

Dell raised my head from my hands, the tears had formed two streams down my face and had wet the lapels of my over coat. I was looking at Dell's eyes without recognition, I could see that he was truly sorry for what he had put me through but this was no child running away from his actions, he was a man, standing there to take whatever I was going to dish out in the way of punishment. I tried to stand but my legs would bare my weight.

There was no longer a mental process going on in my head, my heart was beating, my lungs filling and emptying but that was all, oh and my tear ducts were working overtime. The rain, threatened for so long began to fall, the first few droplets were huge, they seemed to be the size of side plates, each one hitting with the sound of a stick on a drum. Dell rushed away after making sure that I could support myself. It took seconds for my mackintosh to begin earning its keep, the cloud burst and sent an inch of water an hour down to earth. Dell had a huge sheet of muddy plastic sheeting; he held it over my head to protect me from the worst of the rain. Dell was wearing only jeans and a 'T'-shirt but he didn't seek shelter from the rain, he saw it as part of his punishment to suffer while trying to protect me from further harm.

Darkness had fallen, Dell was soaked to the skin and he was shivering in the failing light, he had stood his ground for several hours, taking everything the storm could throw at him to protect me from any more discomfort. It was the sound of the boy shivering that had brought me out of my 'semi-catatonia'.

"I should be getting off home", I said, Dell raced to my assistance, he helped me up, it was nine-thirty, it shouldn't be fully dark for at least an hour but the clouds of the storm had stolen more than an hour of the daylight. Harry's car wasn't on the driveway, Dell had held my arm, steadying me for the mile or so that we had walked to the point where my house came into view and then he released his hold and moved to a few paces behind me, a deniable distance.

I was sitting in a hot bath when Harry finally walked in the house, I checked the time, eleven thirty, 'That was late for Harry to come in' I thought to myself. Harry called to see if I wanted any tea or coffee.

"No, I'm okay thanks", 'Wow that was good, I sounded perfectly normal, there was no echo of emptiness in my voice, no quivering sign of betrayal, no squeak of utter despair and no flattened edge of depression. I was functioning on an almost 'normal' level' I said to myself. Harry needed the bathroom, well he needed the bath, he simply had to have a shower before going to bed and it was well past Harry's normal bedtime already.

I slipped from the hot suds, pulled a soft, fluffy bath sheet around my body; Harry stripped off and leaped into my dirty water. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed drying myself as Harry rushed past me, I preferred to pat myself dry gently, Harry was trying to remove the wet skin with the friction rub of the towel in the hopes that the layer below would be dry. Harry was actually snoring before I had hung the towel over the cold radiator. Force of habit, the radiator would remain cold for some months, well into Autumn actually but I still went through the process of putting the towel out to dry on the heater.

Sleep was really slow in coming; I would have been tempted to drive into the car park, 'Just to look!' I told myself, but there was work to consider, and with the little sleep I had since Thursday night and all of the emotional and sexual tension that I had been under for the past fifty hours or so I was really exhausted. It must have been around two thirty when I finally succumbed to Morpheus and then nothingness. People, glibly say, slept like a log, well I slept like a stone, a big stone, no, wait, a mountain, I slept like I was at the exact centre of a huge granite mountain, I had achieved absolute zero, that point where all vibration stops.

When I woke up, it was like a light being turned on in a dark room, the transition period between sleep and total wakefulness was a millisecond or less. The space at my side contained a cold, Harry shaped, indentation, there was no sound, no running water from the toilet, shower or hot water tank filling. There was no sound of the radio from the kitchen, the essential accompaniment to Harry's breakfast, nothing at all, I checked the clock, ten o'clock, 'Shit, I have a meeting with the finance director at ten to discuss the financial projections before the board meeting this afternoon', I said to myself. I saw a note propped against a cup of cold coffee, 'Darling! Tried for over twenty minutes to wake you, phoned into work for you and told them you were sick. I have taken a change of clothing with me, AGM of the sports and social club tonight, just so I don't disturb you, get as much rest as you can. Have put your mobile on silent, pulled the phone out of the socket and turned the power off to the doorbell so they don't disturb you either. Love H'. I rubbed my eyes, 'Do you know why women rub their eyes when they wake up?' I heard Harry's voice saying in my head, 'No!' 'Because they don't have bollocks to scratch!' He said that every time I woke up and he saw me rub my eyes.

I threw open my curtains, the view from my bedroom was one of the reasons that Harry and I chose this house over every other we looked at, it was a lot more expensive than we really wanted to pay but we just knew that even on the dreariest Monday morning that view would give us the boost to carry on and go to work. The day after a bad summer storm always gave the best view of Bestwood Country Park, I could see for miles, every shade of green available to nature's wondrous pallet. Seeing that, all of nature's beauty, it put all of my problems and worries into perspective. I also noticed a figure that I recognised, Dell was pacing back and forth, kicking at the stones on the path leading off into the park.

There was quite a bald patch where all of the stones had been dispatched by his size eight trainers. I saw him freeze to the spot, his hand, like a gunfighter drawing down on his opponent, pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and I watched as his fingers dialled a well-practised number. I checked my phone, twenty-five missed calls, turned in front of my eyes to twenty-six, I pressed the pick-up button.

"Hi", Dell's voice sounded anxious.

"Hi", my simple reply.

"Come out and talk to me please!"

I waited a moment; the walking would have been all too much for my fragile state.

"Would you like a coffee?"

"Where?"

"Here!"

"No way, my mum told me if she knew I had been anywhere near your front door she would bury me in the garden without killing me first!"

"Okay."

I closed the call and left my bedroom. I took a pee in the bathroom and wandered down to the kitchen. Nothing unusual you may say, but for me it was a life-changing thing. I would never normally wander around the house in just my nightdress; never go down stairs in the morning before a shower and fresh clothing. I filled the kettle, one cup would have boiled faster but a full kettle meant that I could drown myself in coffee if I needed to. A movement caught my eye, a head popped up over the rear fence, then again, Dell had made his way into the road behind my house, the houses that backed on to us were much smaller and had an access way that ran across the rear of our fence, the head was now a torso. Dell had managed to scale a seven-foot high fence; he ran down the path to my back door, I had it open before he knocked.

"Right, if anyone asks I have been nowhere near your front door."

Dell had that wide-open smile of the teenager who has worked out how to beat the system. I nodded toward a seat at the side of the kitchen table.

"Milk and sugar?" I asked over my shoulder, the reply didn't come from fifteen feet away as I expected but much closer.

"Milk and one, please." Dell was standing a few inches behind me; I could now feel his hot breath as it fell on the back of my neck. Dell reached out a hand and placed it on my shoulder; he turned me from the sink. I stood there, eyes cast down at my feet, I felt incredibly guilty, what happened before, that was in ignorance, I knew how old he was now and I still had the same feelings for him that I had on Saturday night, 'LUST, impure lust!'

Dell lifted my chin so that my eyes were locked on his, he leaned forward slightly, allowed his lips to brush against mine, the touch was as slight as the beating of an angel's wing. I melted inside, Dell edged his right leg forward, pressed his knee between my knees, there was an involuntary reaction, my knees parted slightly. The pressure on my lips grew slightly as did the pressure of his knee and my legs opened slightly wider. Dell reached out with his left hand and placed it on my right hip.

"Your nighty feels really soft!"

Dell said without moving his lips from mine, he began to stroke down and around onto my buttocks. His hand felt incredibly hot against my skin, even through the material of my night-dress. Dell grew in confidence, his tongue eased my lips apart and he had moved so that his abdomen was pressing against my hip... his cock pressing hard against my thigh. As the kissing grew in passion so did Dell's hand and body, he was lifting the back of my nighty, struggling slightly because his body was trapping the material against my body at the front. Eventually I felt his hot flesh against my bare buttocks, his hand now squeezing there, he eased himself away from me slightly and my nighty suddenly flew up at the front, making it easier for him to fondle my bottom. Dell suddenly stopped; he looked concerned.

"Is this okay? I mean, after the last time, you know, is it OKAY?"

I didn't respond, just closed my eyes and allowed his mouth to explore mine. Dell removed my nighty totally and I stood before him, nude and open, Cosmo' had mentioned times how a woman's vagina changes when she is aroused, the whole, blood being drawn into the fleshy tissues around the labia making them swell and change colour. I know that in the past I had been aroused but this was different, Dell hadn't touched either my breasts or my vagina so there was no external attenuation factor to hide what my body was doing. I could actually feel my pussy filling out, feel the heat as extra blood was being delivered there, almost feel the change from an off white colour to a coral pink.

Dell just stood there drinking in my beauty with his eyes. There was much 'umming' and 'arring' coming from Dell, he wanted to do something, he had taken things so far and now he was stuck for what he had to do next.

"Should I go and wash?"

Dell was pointing in the rough direction of his groin.

"You know, wash down there, that's if this is all okay?"

I threw my nighty in the direction of the utility room and the laundry basket beyond; I took Dell's hand and led him through the house and up to the bathroom. I found a dry towel for him to use and I watched as he stripped off and climbed into the bath and under the stream of water from the shower mounted above. Standing watching Dell in the shower made me regret not having a freestanding shower cabinet, which was an option at the time we had the shower installed. The bathroom was big enough for one but putting the shower over the bath was much cheaper, but it didn't allow for two to share safely. Dell's body was tight, fit and muscular, the water running over his skin showed off his coloration perfectly, and his wonderful erection, standing out so big and proud. Dell took extra care in washing his glans, his penis wasn't circumcised and just pulling his foreskin all the way back was a problem when he was fully erect.

Once satisfied that he had cleansed every bit that could be cleansed he turned to me and smiled his broadest smile. I helped him to dry himself, there we were, both nude, I had one dilemma though, I couldn't use my marital bed, not to commit adultery. We had two spare bedrooms, the smaller was totally filled with junk, and the larger had a bed in it but it wasn't made up or aired and there were no curtains in that room either.

I led Dell through to the spare room with the bed, rather than the one with the rubbish, "Not very appealing, sorry", I said.

Dell stepped back and looked into the smaller room, "More appealing than that room", he replied.

A little light illuminated his face, "You have any large candles?"

I nodded in affirmation, "Your living room as a real fireplace?" I nodded once again.

"Right girl, you fetch all the candles you can find and I'll meet you in the living room."

Dell's smile lit me up slightly, never mind how it lit up his own face, I giggled like a teenager and ran off to collect all the candles I could find.

Dell had spotted a huge lamb's wool rug in the junk room and as I collected up candles Dell was running my Hoover over the rug in the living room. I stood twenty large candles and many more, smaller ones, in the hearth, it was a bit of a task to light all of those candles but the effect was like having a fire blazing in the hearth, Dell had closed the curtains at the front window which put the room in partial darkness, he didn't bother to close the rear curtains as the back window wasn't overlooked

With the lamb's wool rug spread out in front of forty or so flickering candles Dell invited me to lie with him on the floor.

"Okay, right, if you want me to put a skin on, I promise no funny business, but it would feel much better if I could do it bareback, for me and for you. Mum told me that you had probably had the morning after pill so you'll be safe until next month, right?"

I had no idea if that was right or not, mobile phone.

"Hi Tracey, can't talk for long I'm at work."

"Sorry Sandy, I took the MAP yesterday, will that cover me until my next ovulation?"

"Let me get back to you"

"Thanks Sandy."

We'd just have to wait a while, I wasn't used to initiating sex, and I was even less use to leading the proceedings but as there would be an interlude before I could 'let loose the dog of war' that was Dell, in all his horny glory, I began to touch his cock. In all of the time I had spent with Harry I had, at his request, and in total darkness, masturbated him and given him oral pleasure, this was the first time I was in reasonable light, making the aggressor moves on a man. I cradled Dell's cock in my hand and felt the power surge through it as it grew in my fingers. Dell was just sitting there passively, waiting for me to take the action to him, I eased my body forward and bent down, when his cock was at half-mast I had managed to completely uncover his glans, now as his cock filled out I watched as his foreskin became trapped behind the ridge of his glans. I moistened my lips and eased his now fully erect penis into my mouth. Dell took a deep inward breath, his hand rested on the back of my head; he encouraged me to take him deeper into my mouth by pressing gently downward on my head.

Each fraction of an inch that my lips crept along his shaft I got little gasps of appreciation from him. I had reached the point where my 'gag' reflex kicked in and stopped, I was about to pull my head back up but Dell was begging me to go lower, I took the 'gag' and stopped, then a little more, almost choked and eased back, when Tony had cum in my mouth he had just pulled my head hard in one go, I hadn't actually gagged that time, just felt sick when my belly was filled with the alkali of sperm that was sloshing about.

I took all of my courage in my hands and dropped my head as hard and as fast as I could. I felt Dell's cock head 'pop' through my oesophagus; my lips were pressing directly against the base of his cock. I noticed that my 'gag' reflex had now turned into a swallow reflex; my oesophagus was, in effect, milking Dell's glans. I had to pull back from time to time to take in a gulp or two of fresh air but I managed to bring him off using mainly the swallowing action in my throat. I swallowed down his load, I seemed to be drinking for ages as his cock jerked its cream deep into my stomach. I remembered how full he had made the condom on his second climax of the evening on Saturday night, I knew that I had only taken in a few millilitres in reality but it felt like gallons. If things between Harry and I got back to a reasonable level I would be able to give him a lot more fun with my oral performance than I had ever given him before.

The phone broke the magic, Dell and I were just cuddling on the wonderfully soft rug, his cock had relaxed again and his foreskin had now fallen back into place.

"Hi, oh hi Sandy? What news"

"You're covered for seventy two hours, that's an approximate time, unless you have a bleed, if you do then you will be okay until just before your next ovulation, and who is the lucky sod?"

"I never kiss and tell."

"Well you better, later, you might need my help again soon!"

"Okay, later."

I threw my phone onto the sofa.

"Sandy is a nosy bugger", Dell said, I nodded.

"Well you'll be pleased, for one day only we can do it 'au natural', no condom needed."

"Would you like me to 'do' you with my mouth, like you did for me?"

"No darling, I want to feel you buried deep in my womb, as deep and as hard as you can!"

It was only Dell's third time between a woman's legs, he had fired off too quickly that first time, and he had pissed about the second and totally spoilt my enjoyment of the whole thing the second time, 'Third time's a charm', I thought to myself, and I was right, Dell was a quick study, he was managing to drive my pleasure this time instead of me having to do those extra little things to achieve my climax.

Dell had been taking note of what I had done and now he was doing it for me, he altered his position and angle of attack several times until he saw by the look on my face that he had hit the magic spot. He even tried his hand at lifting my legs behind his elbows and hit himself hard against my pubic bone.

"Where did that come from?" I said as I came down from the roof.

"Seen it in a film!"

I laughed, 'Isn't TV wonderful?' I thought to myself.

Dell brought me to several climaxes, trying slightly different things, differing his speed, pressure, position etc. But each time the result was the same, as soon as he had figured out exactly what he was doing and did it right I began to climb those stairs to a powerful climax, and each time as I began the climb Dell would lift his head away from me slightly and look down on my face to marvel at the effect he was having on me.

It would be wrong to say that Harry had never fulfilled me, sexually, Harry had often driven me to an orgasm, the difference here was that to Dell the climax was a starting point, Dell wanted to take me way beyond, to Harry my climax was his job done. At the first sign of my climax Harry would fire off his load and call out for pizza, I had believed that my sexual relationship with Harry was fulfilling me totally, all that multiple orgasm crap in Cosmo' was just editorialising, making us poor saps buy their mag in the hopes of one day learning how to achieve the impossible. Until last Friday I had believed myself to be truly lucky to be Harry's life partner and truly in love with him. I wasn't 'in love' with Dell, that was just lust, and I was learning a valuable lesson of my own too, I really had to separate love from lust.

Dell had guided my body through five or six orgasms, each one was very long lasting, each one had satisfied me in a way far beyond anything Harry had ever done for me before and each one was rewarded with a look from Dell, his, 'Look, I've done it again, taken you to the moon and back, easy!'

"Can I finish off inside?"

"What?"

"You know, can I go all the way or would you prefer me to finish off outside?"

I finally realised that he was asking if he could climax inside my vagina.

"Sandy said I was okay for today so go ahead," I said.

"Can we try it a different way?" Dell asked.

"What do you have in mind?" Dell took the three seat cushions from the sofa and placed them on the sheepskin rug.

"Rest your chest on top of them" Dell told me, as I began to move forward I hesitated.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Not there!" He said, I smiled and moved into position, Dell did miss on his first attempt and apologised for missing the right hole. When Dell finally began to fuck me from behind he really lit my lights, I could see the word 'tilt' flashing in front of my eyes as I rocketed to a powerful climax, I was kept hovering on the climactic plane for ages. Dell even managed to reach around and massage my breasts, that was a bonus. I realised that he was concentrating on keeping his body weight off of me by using his hands and arms for support and that's why he hadn't played with my 'top deck' toys. Eventually he said, "It's no good, I can't see your face, it isn't so good for me", and that was that, Dell pulled his cock from my body and was about to turn me around when I remembered a picture that someone had shown me from the internet.

"Hold on let me try this", I said.

I turned on to my back, perched precariously on top of the stack of seat cushions and allowed my head to fall backwards over the edge of the top cushion. My mouth was in a perfect position to accept his cock, he eased himself gently forward and his cock slid in, it entered my mouth totally, his balls were clanging against my nose. I wasn't quite sure if it was the fact that I had already desensitised my throat from the earlier pounding I had given it but I didn't gag once. The previous time I had done all the work and Dell had just been still and passive, I was in no position this time to move anything except my tongue so it was up to Dell to do everything this time. He started by slowly rocking himself back and forth so that his cock slid a fraction of an inch in and out of my mouth.

'Mmmmm I taste good' I thought to myself as I cleaned all of my own cum from around his cock shaft. Dell reached forward and began to rub his fingers through my pubic hair, as he slowly built up speed in my mouth his fingers got more daring, he took me to heaven with his fingertips teasing and, so softly, massaging my clitoris, and then he fell forward and began to kiss my abdomen, his cock was forced deep in my throat, I felt his body spasm as the, now familiar feeling of hot sperm rushing through my throat and into my stomach, I smiled inwardly.

I threw the cushions back onto the sofa and pulled Dell to my side and curled up for a cuddle, Dell was rubbing himself, he was trying to rebuild his softening erection, I gave him my best; 'what the fuck are you doing' look.

"You said!"

"What?"

"You said I could do it inside!"

Dell still wanted to hold me to my promise of allowing him to climax inside my vagina. Oh the miracle of youth, all I wanted to do really was to have an 'afterglow cuddle', I was totally sated, all of my possible sexual needs fulfilled apart from the one, closeness after sex, but Dell had regained his 'strength' in less than five minutes and was eager to rejoin the battle. Dell climbed aboard in the conventional 'missionary' position with the added dimension that he pulled my legs up behind his elbows to expose me more and allow him greater penetration, he was trying to get me up to my climax again but I told him that it was okay for me not to go there this time, he should just try to satisfy himself.

"No way, I want to see you cum first, I love watching your face when you lose it."

Dell pounded away, he did manage to get me off the ground once again, I couldn't even hazard a guess at how many times Dell had driven me into that heavenly state of orgasmic euphoria but I was flying once again and he began grunting his passion out, I was washed over with his seed, it filled me totally, Dell must have been a walking sperm bank and I made the largest withdrawal of the day, his seed was spilling out all over the lamb's wool rug.

And then we cuddled, we had started fucking at around eleven o'clock in the morning, and it was now almost four o'clock on the afternoon.

"I should go, just in case your husband comes home early!"

"It's okay, he has a meeting after work and he took his change of clothes with him."

Dell relaxed and we spooned together and drifted into a shallow sleep.

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