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Written: 24 June 2019

Friday Night Darts
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/M, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Anal

John and Vicky were coming up to their fourth wedding anniversary. John was a loving husband but he actually had a below average sex drive. Victoria seemed very happy with her life too, she loved living in the small village where she was brought up with her parents just a few streets away. On their honeymoon they had sex every day, it was a sunshine and beach holiday in the South of France, John performed well because he was on holiday, no worries, no stresses and no strains but after a fortnight, he was thrown back into the maelstrom of work. Even though John tried hard to keep up his physical contact with Victoria, their sex lives soon stagnated.

To Victoria's credit, she didn't add to the pressure on John, she was happy to fuck whenever he was ready, any time of the day or night and she never complained even if it had been a month or two between sex acts. John did always try to keep his erection long enough to give Vicky her orgasm before he finished fucking her but she often spotted the signs of his failing erection and once again, so as not to make him feel worse about his sexual failings, Vicky would fake her own orgasm so that John could go to sleep thinking that he'd done his 'Job' as a husband.

John managed to get home early for a change on Friday evening, Vicky's father was trying to hunt down a player for their darts team, John played occasionally but with his busy life he couldn't do it often enough to become really good at it so he knew if Gordon was calling to see if he was free to play eighth man on the local pub's darts team he was really scraping the bottom of the barrel.

John agreed to play, as eighth man, he had the first game, he would be playing the worst player from The Compasses' pub team from the nearby town of Rushden. John had a quick shower and got changed into comfortable clothes, Vicky was already dressed the way that she usually dressed to go down to the pub, her usual blue jeans and white, cotton t-shirt. John actually found the way she looked in her jeans and t-shirt very sexy in a masculine kind of a way. Vicky was a strong woman, she did a physically demanding job and even though she had a very slim waist, her breasts were disproportionately large for her frame and John liked the way that with her tight t-shirt on and it tucked into the slim waist of her jeans, he could see the stitching of her bra that held the steel girders in place, that in turn held her breasts up.

John was still combing his hair after his shower, he'd dressed in a colourful polo shirt with sand coloured chinos, he'd shaved and splashed aftershave on and was happy with his appearance, it would just take a few more moments to knock the curls down with his comb, his hair was naturally curly, he was happy with that at work but when he was going out to the pub, he wanted his hair to behave itself a little better and used brilliantine to hold it in place.

John stopped dead in his tracks, Vicky had changed, her hair wasn't in its usual bun or plait, keeping her face clear of stray hairs, it was the first thing he noticed, her hair was falling in soft curls across the side of her face. Then he noticed that she had also changed her clothes, wearing a pretty floral summer dress short and low cut at the front, there was a hint of her bra on show, peeping out of the neck line of her dress and it wasn't white cotton with steel reinforcements, it was scarlet and soft, edged with black lace.

John said, "Are you wearing tights?"

Vicky didn't like tights, she preferred jeans so seeing her legs encased in silk or nylon had surprised him a great deal.

Vicky lifted the side of her dress, just enough to expose the tops of her self-support stockings. John had always thought his wife damned sexy but seeing her like this made his heart skip several beats.

As they headed for the hallway and the front door beyond, John wondered which pair of trainers his wife would choose to put on to match her dress, as far as he knew, she owned seven pairs of trainers in various colours for going out in and three pairs of Wellingtons boots for work depending which job she was planning to do that day, she actually had one other pair of shoes, white, silk covered and with a two inch high heel, a nod to the fact that John was six feet tall and she was five feet nine inches tall and on her wedding day, she didn't want to appear taller than her groom.

John thought, 'This is a day of surprises!' when he saw his wife slip her feet into red, patent leather, court shoes with a five inch heel. The shoes were brand new as, John assumed, were the dress, stockings and lingerie set.

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It wasn't a long walk to the village pub, Vicky had her hand through the crook of his elbow as they walked along. Out on the main road, a black Ford S-Max drove past them and the driver wolf whistled at Victoria through his open window. John's right hand instinctively went for his wife's right hand, trapping it against his arm, he was quite expecting his wife to dash after the car, she would have reached through the open window, grabbed him by the throat and pulled him out into the street, through the window, to explain himself.

John looked at Vicky's face, there was a smile, a smile at being the focus of the wolf whistle and a smile at her husband's reaction, his restraining hand on hers. Her hips started to sway a little more as she walked in her high heels, like a catwalk model, the change in her gait wasn't missed by her husband either.

John thought to himself again, 'Certainly an evening full of changes!' And he also wondered what other changes there would be. Usually on a darts night at the pub, Vicky would sit at a table with John, her brother and her father, she would have one alcoholic drink and make it last until the supper arrived at the mid point of the evening, she would eat her food and then drink soft drinks for the rest of the evening. Men hardly even glanced in her direction in the bar because she was usually so far out of the way.

They turned the corner and John spotted the black Ford S-Max again, it was struggling to get parked out in front of the pub, John thought, 'He must be one of the players from Rushden...this could get awkward!'

The driver of the S-max was just locking his car's door as John and Vicky reached his side, he suddenly realised that the woman he'd just whistled at and her husband were within striking distance, he blushed, gave his best shame faced look and was just about to apologise when John offered him his hand and said, "Hi, I'm John Clarke, I'm playing number eight on the Duke of Wellington's team tonight, this is my wife, Vicky."

The S-max driver shook John's hand first and then he shook Vicky's hand and said, "I'm Carl Sanders, I'm the Compasses' captain, I'm playing at number two at the moment, I need a lot more practice as I get older but don't have the time to keep at the top spot."

John opened the door for Vicky to go into the pub, he let Carl enter as well before following the two of them inside. There was a loud whoop from the rest of the Compasses' players as Carl seemingly walked in with Victoria. Carl offered John and Vicky a drink, John said, "Well, as I'm on the other team...I'd better not accept...it would cause raised eyebrows amongst my team mates. But as you did wolf whistle at my wife as you drove past us...she may let you buy her a drink as compensation...if she likes!"

Vicky accepted Carl's offer of a drink and while that was being purchased, John walked over to the corner of the bar to the table that Gordon, his father-in-law usually sat at. There were three pints of beer and a vodka and slimline bitter lemon. Simon, Vicky's brother, had his head down, he was preparing the score sheets in readiness for the game to start.

Gordon pushed one of the pints of beer in John's direction and then gestured to the Vodka, "Has Vicky decided not to come tonight?"

John said, "Vicky's over by the bar!"

Gordon looked over at the bar and said, "Where?"

John looked as well, "She's in the summer dress at the side of Carl Sanders, their team captain!"

Gordon shook his head in disbelief, "Bloody hell, it never is!"

Gordon nudged his son, "Here...Simon, take a look at your sister over there!"

Simon looked up from the form he was filling in, "I don't see her!"

John picked up his pint and took a sip, "Simon, there's only one woman in the bar!"

Simon took a second look at the bar and then a double take, "Bloody hell...I've never seen her dressed like that before...what's she doing in the enemy camp?"

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John smiled at his brother-in-law, "She's letting him apologise for wolf whistling at her on our way over here."

Simon shook his head, "If I'd seen her out on the street looking like that...I'd have given her a wolf whistle as well."

Carl bought Vicky a double vodka and a bottle of slimline bitter lemon and invited her to join him at a table in the right half of the room, the area that would be given over to the Compasses' players for the evening. Vicky looked over at John, she showed him her drink and made a gesture towards a table on the right hand side of the room.

John assumed that his wife was asking him to join her at Carl's table while she drank the drink that Carl had just bought for her. John shook his head and lifted the pint that Vicky's father had bought for him. Vicky pointed to herself and then pointed to him...she was asking if he wanted her to go over and join him but John shook his head again, he mouthed, stay there until you've finished his drink!

John was up first, he would play their worst player, standard rules, five hundred and one, down...double needed to start as well as finish. John was facing the aptly named Fat Dave, a sweaty twenty stone mountain of a man. As John sighted his first throw, he spotted Vicky out of the corner of his eye, she was sitting facing into the room on the bench seat, Carl was on her right and as they talked, John could see that Carl was flirting with Vicky mercilessly, John just let go of the dart as Carl slipped his hand onto Vicky's stocking covered knee. John moved the next dart from his left hand and into his right, he was trying not to make it obvious that he was looking at his wife, he saw her slap the back of Carl's hand and push it off her knee.

John looked over at the dart board, by some fluke, even as distracted as he was, John had managed to hit a double top, a good start, forty points off his total in one arrow, on a normal evening, he'd be happy with forty points from three darts. He tried to put Vicky and Carl out of his mind as he threw the next dart and he hit a single twenty. As he was lining up his third shot, he heard Vicky giggle and was again, distracted. Carl was whispering something into Vicky's ear. The dart left John's fingers but he wasn't concentrating again. He walked down to the board to collect his darts and as he did, he wasn't looking at the board, he was looking at Carl and his wife. Just before John reached the board, the scorer called out, "John Clarke one hundred and twenty!"

John was shocked, he'd never scored so highly before in his life.

Vicky was looking over at John as he pulled his darts out of the board, She pushed Carl's hand off of her knee again and then winked at John.

Fat Dave had his throw, his first dart hit in the double five so he was off...but only with ten points. Dave aimed for the triple twenty and fell low both times, his darts were touching the wire of the treble, his fifty could so easily have been one hundred and thirty points.

John took his next turn, again, his attention was divided between his task at the board and his wife sitting next to Carl. John thought that Carl was taking far too many liberties with his wife and it made him angry and that anger was transferred through to his shot at the dart board. John scored two triple twenties and a single so he had one hundred and forty points to take off.

Fat Dave was shaken by John's prowess and on his next throw he only scored twenty six points.

John won his first game, lost the second but won the third, it was John's best score in a darts match ever. Dave went and sat on the bench seat on Vicky's left so now, as John returned to his father-in-law and brother-in-law Vicky had two men flirting with her.

John took the adulation of Vicky's family and their friends for getting their team off to such a good start. John would sometimes go home at this point in the evening as his game was now over but he often waited until the food arrived after the fourth players had finished their matches, see what was on offer, it was always some form of meat, starch, vegetables and gravy. John took a sip of his pint and realised that he couldn't see Vicky now, the players from The Compasses had moved another table over at the side of Carl's table to make an eight seat table for all the players to eat at, and the extra four players were now blocking John's view of his wife.

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John took his pint and moved to a position where he could see his wife more clearly. As he stood at the bar nursing his pint one of the other players from The Compasses came to talk to him, while still keeping his eye on the second series of three matches.

The tall slender man offered John his hand, "Hi, I'm Kenneth Pledgeman...you're Jonathon...right?"

John nodded his head, "Well, John...not Jonathon!"

John spotted that Kenneth's hand shake and general demeanour were more than a little effeminate but John knew that Ken was The Compasses' best player, he would fight Gordon, John's father-in-law, in the final series of games. Darts competitions often came down to the very last match of the evening to decide which team won and which team lost the contest.

While John was watching six men flirting with his wife, he totally missed the fact that Kenneth was flirting with him. Ken said, "You look a little out of place in here Jonathon...if you don't mind my saying...you're a little splash of colour in a world of grey. What do you use on your hair?"

John was a little distracted, Fat Dave had his hand on Vicky's left knee and Carl had his hand on Vicky's right, Vicky was now pushing both hands off of her knees. John mumbled, "Thanks mate."

Ken was actually watching the game in progress closely and as his player walked to the board to collect his darts, Ken looked back at John's face, "Did you shave tonight?"

John nodded his head.

"It's just that some men are lucky, they can shave in the morning before work and still have smooth skin when they go to bed again at night. Did you moisturise as well?"

John shook his head, "No, just a splash of Jo Malone's, English Oak and Hazelnut aftershave."

Ken closed his eyes and inhaled, "Mmmm, where do you get it from, it smells delicious!"

John watched Vicky burst into laughter at something that Fat Dave said to Carl over Vicky's head and John said, absentmindedly, "I get it on line at lookfantastic.com but it isn't cheap though, it works out at two pounds a splash!"

Kenneth smiled and looked back at John's team mate taking his three shots and then Ken said, "It sounds expensive but it's effect is worth every penny."

Ken clapped John's team mate for winning the first of their three games and then Ken walked over to Tim Cooper to give him a bit of a pep talk before the next game, "Timothy, you need to take a little longer over your sighting and take a deep breath before releasing!"

John saw Fat Dave try for Vicky's knee again, Vicky left his hand there a little longer this time and Dave turned his hand slightly and his fingers slipped up under her dress a few inches. Vicky giggled again before pushing his hand out from under her dress.

Ken stood talking to John for the rest of the first half of the match until the food was laid out on the bar, John looked the food over, Faggots, mashed potatoes, mushy peas and onion gravy.

Victoria came up behind John, "You okay?"

John turned to face her and smiled, "I'm fine...great even, best game of my life so far...are you okay?"

Vicky grinned, "Carl is nice...he's really funny and great company, his mate Dave...the guy you beat is a bit of a pest though."

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Vicky watched as John scooped food onto his plate and whispered, "Do you want me to come over and eat with you and my dad?"

John looked in the direction of Carl's table, "Have you finished the drink that Carl bought you?"

Vicky swung her hips and looked in the same direction, "No...not yet but I think that someone slipped another vodka in my glass while I wasn't looking."

John considered telling Vicky that he wanted her to come over and sit with him, he wanted to tell her that he was feeling very jealous and was worrying about the amount of touching going on but he thought that would have made her think less of him and he kind of knew that his bank account of masculinity was overdrawn enough in his wife's eyes, "No, you stay with Carl until you've finished your drink."

Vicky squeezed John's forearm tenderly, "Thanks darling...what time are you planning on going home?"

John thought for a moment, "I was going to suggest going home after the food but...you look like you're having a lot of fun...so you tell me when you're ready to go home...I'll happily fall in with you!"

John took his plate to his father-in-law's table and joined them to eat his supper. John fought to keep Vicky out of his mind as he ate. He knew full well that Vicky could probably beat any of The Compasses' team in a straight fight and that she wouldn't let things go one inch beyond that point that she wanted things to go.

John got lost in the small talk about the match, the Duke of Wellington was ahead by two games, that was unusual, they were usually behind and relying on Simon throwing at number two and Gordon throwing at number one to drag their arses out of the fire. Vicky came over to the table and collected the plates and cutlery from everyone, she had a quick conversation with her father, he told her how lovely she looked and Simon made an off colour remark to which Vicky said, "Now Simon, you don't want me to make you cry again do you?"

Simon's hands both went to his crotch for protection and he shook his head violently.

The match resumed, the two number four players took their turn, three matches, the Duke of Wellington lost two and won one, so now there was only one point in hand, the number three players played and the result was the same, The Compasses won two, Duke of Wellington won one so going into the final six games of the match, the two teams were all square.

John returned to the bar and Kenneth engaged him in conversation again, Ken started out with, "Are you married Jonathon?"

John nodded his head.

Ken looked disappointed..."Happily?"

Ken was hopeful that John would say no...or at least be non-committal about the answer.

John smiled and nodded his head.

Ken looked even more disappointed than he had been when he heard that John was married, "Where's your wife tonight? Doesn't she like darts?"

John nodded his head in the direction of Ken's team mates, Carl was just standing up and readying his darts, "That's my wife over there, she was sitting with Carl!"

Ken raised his eyebrows, the last thing he would have expected was to find out that Carl's new girlfriend was actually a local man's wife and suddenly Ken felt a lot less disappointed.

Simon won two games and Carl one, that left just Ken and Gordon to play and the Duke of Wellington were a game up.

Ken smiled at John and said, "Wish me luck Jonathon!"

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John laughed, "Well, I'll wish you luck but I'm going to be cheering my father-in-law on!"

Ken smiled sweetly at John.

Ken and Gordon's match was hard fought but Gordon made the grade in the final cut taking the Duke of Wellington to a two point victory.

John drained his glass and looked for Vicky. The Compasses' players were trying to sort out seats for the trip back to Rushdon, Fat Dave was complaining that just because Ken was the first to be picked up he'd taken the front seat, leaving Fat Dave in the back with two other men and Dave wanted to sit in the front on the way back. The other two back seat passengers were objecting to having to sit in the back of the car with Ken. Ken asked Carl if there was any chance of a lift home in his car. Carl looked annoyed, "I've just offered Vicky and her husband a lift home in my car!"

Ken looked a little indignant and said, "You've got seven seats in your car, plenty of room for me as well as Jonathon and Victoria."

Carl gritted his teeth now and almost growled, "I might not be going straight home...I was hoping for a coffee with Vicky before I left them!"

Ken smiled sweetly again, "I'm in no hurry and I love a late night coffee...it'll save an argument in Patrick's car."

The four of them left the pub, Vicky linked arms with John and whispered, "Is it okay if I sit up front with Carl?"

John nodded his head and at the car, John climbed in the back seat with Ken and Vicky sat up front with Carl. John was actually sitting behind Carl where he had a good sightline on his wife. Carl put the car into drive and even though he realised that John would have a perfect view of what he was doing, Carl took his hand off the gear automatic shifter and placed it on Vicky's thigh, not her knee this time but at least his hand was on the outside of Vicky's dress. Ken touched John's left thigh to take his attention away from Vicky and Carl in the front.

As soon as Ken had John's attention he said, "Did I tell you in the pub that you really pull that colour off?"

John nodded his head, "You mentioned it, you also said that I should use a little mascara on my eyes to make them pop!"

Ken laughed, John's eyes flicked to his wife who was now looking over her shoulder at John, her right hand was on top of Carl's left hand which was still on her thigh. John thought that Vicky was about to push Carl's hand away from her thigh but he was wrong, Vicky pulled Carl's hand a little higher up her thigh while she looked into John's eyes. She asked the question with her smile and her expression, she was asking if John was okay, John gave a sigh and he smiled and nodded his head.

Carl had picked just the wrong moment to leave the pub, he managed to get twenty feet to the road junction, indicating to turn left and then he came to a stop because the village bus was blocking his turn. Vicky leaned towards Carl...actually she was turning to look between the seats, looking at Ken's hand on John's thigh, just the way that Carl had his hand on hers. Vicky smiled at John and looked from Ken's hand on John's thigh to John's crotch and her smile widened. Carl chose that moment to lean to his left and he kissed Vicky on her cheek.

Vicky gave John a shocked look, Ken was actually looking directly at John's face so he missed Carl's kiss. Vicky mouthed, 'Are you still okay?' John nodded his head.

The bus having done its thing, it pulled away, freeing Carl to turn left and follow Vicky's directions. They pulled up outside John and Vicky's house, Vicky went in first, she kicked her shoes off in the hallway, just inside the front door, Carl followed her in and kicked his loafers off, they landed alongside Vicky's shoes in a small untidy heap. John followed Carl into the hallway and his shoes joined the tangle of Carl and Vicky's shoes, Ken followed John in, Ken took his Oxford shoes off carefully, untying the laces properly and placing the shoes neatly and tidily just behind the back of the front door.

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Vicky pushed the living room door open, "John, take our guests in to the living room, get them comfortable and see if there's any music that they'd like to listen to!"

John took Ken and Carl through to the front room while Vicky went through to the kitchen to make the coffee. John turned the hi-fi on and pointed to two shelves if CDs, "The top shelf are all mine, the second shelf are all Vicky's, she liked the Barry White, Hot Chocolate kind of music.

John left Carl to put the music on and joined Vicky in the kitchen.

Vicky closed the kitchen door, "I think Ken likes you!"

"He seems to."

Vicky grinned, "No, I mean...I think he really likes you! I'm going to have a dance with Carl if that's okay with you...if Ken makes a pass at you, you won't over react will you?"

"What do you mean? Over react!"

Vicky giggled, "Just don't be surprised if Ken wants to dance with you while I'm dancing with Carl."

Vicky turned the coffee maker off and put the coffee pot on the tray with four cups, four saucers four spoons, a bowl of sugar and a jug of milk. She was about to pick it up but stopped, "Here, you carry this, I'm a bit uncomfortable...I'm not used to these lacy knickers!"

Vicky hiked her dress up and she pulled her knickers down, John had never seen his wife wearing knickers anything like those before, she usually wore white cotton granny knickers, the ones she was wearing tonight were scarlet with a ruff of black lace around the waistband, they weren't cotton either, they were nylon but made to look like silk or satin and they were bikini size rather than full on granny size. As soon as Vicky's knickers hit the floor, John could see why they were uncomfortable, it wasn't the size of the knickers, it wasn't what they were made of, it wasn't even the lace...the reason she was uncomfortable was because the crotch of her knickers were soaking wet.

Victoria looked in disbelief at her knickers, "I must have peed myself or something!"

John said, "No, I think that you were just really turned on by all the attention and flirting!"

Victoria looked worried as she lowered her dress back into place, "Have I gone too far...should I just tell Carl and Ken to go home?"

John picked up the tray and then stopped, waiting for Victoria to open the kitchen door, "Are you having fun?"

Vicky grinned and then nodded her head enthusiastically.

John smiled, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips, "Then just do whatever you feel is right for you, have as much fun as you like...don't worry about me!"

Vicky opened the kitchen door and led the way to the living room. Vicky picked up the coffee table from the middle of the living room and moved it between the arms of the two sofas that were the main seating in the room, "Here, put the tray down on the coffee table."

While John was placing the tray on the table, Vicky went to the back corner of the room to turn the standard lamp on, she covered the top of the shade with a red cotton scarf to cut the upward light down to a glimmer, she closed the living room curtains and then turned the music up a little, she started dancing as she moved across the living room to the door, she closed it and then turned the main light off.

John sat on the sofa that Carl was sitting on but Vicky pulled Carl to his feet and started dancing with him in the middle of the room, as they danced, they kissed. John missed most of the kissing because of the limited upwards light, he missed the kissing but he did see Carl's hands as they slid down from the small of Vicky's back as they danced and began fondling her arse through her dress.

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John's view was cut off momentarily. Ken had moved from the other sofa and was now sitting on John's right. Ken put his hand on John's shoulder, "Do you like dancing John?"

John looked from the dancers towards Ken's face but Ken was in total shade, John was just about to say that he did like dancing but he was distracted by Ken's lips suddenly brushing against his.

John was shocked by Ken's sudden kiss but before he could react, Victoria pulled John to his feet and started to dance with him. Carl was pouring out two cups of coffee, putting the milk and sugar in the cups as Vicky and John danced. Vicky kissed him on his lips and then nibbled at his earlobe, she whispered in his ear, "I'd really like to take Carl upstairs but I won't if you say no!"

John swapped places, his mouth against Victoria's ear, "Just the two of you?"

Victoria pulled her head away from John's and she gave him an awkward grin and after a long second, Vicky nodded her head.

John smiled warmly; he thought for a moment and then said, "Okay...have fun!"

Vicky kissed John again and whispered, "Thanks darling...I'll remember this!"

John looked towards the coffee table; Carl was just standing there with two cups of coffee in his hands and a sheepish look on his face, looking at Vicky and John. John let go of Vicky and she kissed him one last time, she gestured towards Carl with a movement of her head towards the living room door and she turned away from John, Carl followed her, John just stood there a little confused as his wife closed the door behind them and they started up the stairs.

John knew that it was his fault, he knew that he actually took any and every excuse to not have sex with Vicky because he felt less of a failure for not having sex at all than he felt for having sex and leaving her...as well as himself...disappointed!

John was at a low ebb, he wished he'd had the strength to say no, to say kick that bastard out on his ear and two minutes later, when he heard Vicky baying at the moon under Carl's onslaught on their marital bed, he felt even lower.

John was suddenly swept up in Ken's arms. Ken hugged John and comforted him to the sounds of the bedspring symphony playing out in the bedroom above their heads. Ken kissed John, this time it wasn't such a shock as it had been the first time but again, the kiss was a very swift attack. Ken had dipped his head in, pressed his mouth against John's and then pulled his head away again, all in a second.

Ken smiled at John, John looked at the ceiling, looked at the exact spot that the sound of springs and flesh slapping against flesh were coming from. John pulled away from Ken and walked towards the living room door. He really wanted to run up to the bedroom and drag Carl off of his wife but the sounds his wife was making, the sound of pleasure and joy from being fucked really hard, the sounds that he'd never heard her making before under him...that's what stopped him, John deviated from his path to the door and he went to the hi-fi instead. John turned the hi-fi up three notches until the sounds of his wife and Carl fucking was drowned out. His fingers were still on the volume control, he was making sure that he'd overpowered the sound of fucking, when Ken put his hand on John's shoulder and tuned him around. Ken started to dance with John, the dance turned into a smooch and John found himself reluctantly responding to Ken.

John and ken danced for twenty minutes and then Ken pulled him to the sofa, Ken started to rub John's cock through his trousers, he unzipped John's trousers and eased his cock out of his fly, Ken wriggled around and got his mouth onto John's cock, it took Ken just two minutes to get John exploding into his mouth. Ken was surprised by the speed but John wasn't, it was par for the course for John to climax so quickly.

John thought that it was all over, that was the usual pattern, John would fill Vicky's cunt and that was game over for the rest of the night.

Ken wasn't finished though, Ken set to work again, unfastening John's belt and the top button holding his chinos closed. Ken eased John's trousers and underpants down and then Ken took his own trousers off.

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John was just allowing Ken to do whatever he wanted to do to him, Ken turned John so that his back was to him, Ken positioned John's legs and lower body where he wanted them and then Ken eased in behind John and pushed his knob end between John's legs. John gasped in pain at Ken's first onslaught, Ken just held still until John got accustomed to having something in his bum and then Ken started pushing again.

Ken got more than half the length of his cock up John's bum but then started to worry that John would push him off because John was in pain again. Ken moved quickly, he pushed John forwards, John rolled off the sofa, he was face down but Ken was still joined to him by the arse. John's knees hit the floor, his chest and stomach were on the seat of the sofa and Ken was now kneeling on the floor behind him. Ken started fucking John in earnest now, pushing the rest of his cock up John's bum in short, sharp, thrusts.

As Ken was fucking John, a strange thing happened, John grew another erection, the first time he'd ever climaxed and regained a second erection on the same day...never mind in the same hour and as Ken became more aggressive in fucking John, it was like John was fucking the leather sofa cushion. John remained hard for the best part of twenty minutes as his cock rubbed back and forth on the leather seat cushion. Even after Ken filled John's bottom with his spunk, John was still hard.

Ken pulled out and John ran for the downstairs toilet, he sat on the toilet and let the semen enema do its work. John left the toilet and stood at the bottom of the stairs, the sound of Vicky howling through orgasm after orgasm was so clear now that John could have been right in the room with her. John's foot was now on the bottom step, he was going up to put a stop to Carl's fun but Ken stepped in and stopped him, "Come on John, let me give you another blow-job...help you out with that little problem there!"

John looked down, his cock was hard once again, this was starting to look very spooky, a third erection in one evening. John allowed Ken to pull him back into the living room, Ken took it slowly this time, he kept John hard with his mouth for close to an hour and all the time there was breakthrough, sounds of fucking beating the quieter moments in the tracks playing on the hi-fi.

Ken took John over the edge, swallowing his semen, just as the sounds of sex ended above them and there were sounds of footsteps in the bedroom above them.

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Vicky was holding the living room door open for Carl to walk through, his hands full with two cups of coffee, he took the stairs two steps at a time and was at the top before Vicky had finished closing the door. Vicky watched Carl running up the stairs while holding a cup of coffee in each hand, the thought, 'I don't think my father could have run up the stairs like that' popped into her head and for the first time that evening she realised why she was so enamoured with Carl all evening. Vicky realised that Carl was the same age as her father, he was the same height as her father, he'd done a similar job to her father...even his hobby, running the pub darts team like her father.

Vicky was on the third step when Carl said, "Which room?"

Vicky looked up at him. "The room on the left has a double bed in it." Vicky took another step.

Carl looked to the left, "Is that your bedroom?"

Vicky shook her head, "No, me and John sleep in the room straight ahead."

Carl smiled and said, "Well then, we have to use your bedroom...it turns me on more fucking a woman in her husband's bed!"

Vicky's climb was checked again, was it okay to let a man fuck her just because it was like rubbing her husband's nose in it. Vicky had to question her own motives, what did it matter to her what Carl's reasons for fucking her were...she just wanted to feel...she wanted to be fucked by an expert just once in her life. Vicky continued up the stairs. She opened the door to her bedroom...the bedroom that she usually shared with her husband John but now, for just a few hours...she would be sharing herself and the room with a stranger...even if that stranger felt like a man that she had known all of her life because it would be just like going to bed with her own father.

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Vicky stepped into the room and Carl followed her, as he put the coffee cups down he asked, "How often do you and John do this?"

Vicky gripped the bottom of her dress and started to lift it up, she stopped again, looked at Carl and shook her head, "We've never done anything like this before...I've never done anything like this before."

Carl was shocked, he'd started unbuttoning his shirt but stopped short of pulling it off, "Really...so how long have you been planning this?"

Vicky pulled her dress off over her head and shook her head, "We haven't planned anything, we've never even talked about having sex with other people before!"

Now Carl's shock turned to fear...well, perhaps more worry than fear, "What If your old man goes crazy and comes up here with a carving knife?"

Vicky reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, dropping it to the floor by her feet, "John won't do anything, jealousy takes passion...John's incapable of passion...one of his few failings. I want you to fuck me because John's never really managed to truly satisfy me during sex since we were married."

Seeing Vicky standing there totally naked was all that Carl needed to dispel any worries he had, Carl stripped his trousers off quickly and grabbed her, he threw Vicky towards the bed and as she was in the air, her body forming a perfect arc in mid flight, Carl jumped after her, Vicky hit the springs and bounced up but didn't make it, Carl's body was heading down as Victoria was bouncing up. There was a massive slap as their bodies crashed into each other, Carl's aim was true and his cock entered her cunt on the move, as her body was just above the mattress.

The bed springs were so loud that Vicky knew that John had to have heard them and as soon as Carl's cock was in her cunt he started riding her hard. Vicky noted that her bedsprings had never made so much as a squeak in the four years that she and John had been married but Carl was pounding her so hard that it sounded like her bed was playing a very bad violin concerto. Vicky was orgasming from the first penetration, there was no faking this, Vicky worried about the amount of noise she was making...then she heard the volume of the music from the living room increasing and she settled down, relaxed into the fuck, let herself verbalise even more.

Carl was definitely a different kind of man to John, he started fucking and never stopped, his cock never flagged and he didn't seem to even come close to a climax. Carl was also adventurous as well as skilful, he was able to change positions seemingly without missing a beat and each new position he put Vicky into seemed to give her even greater pleasure.

Vicky was in heaven for close to an hour when Carl said, "I'm going to have to go for it...I promised my wife that I'd be home before midnight...and I've got to get Ken home first!"

Vicky was just being greedy but she was very disappointed that Carl was going to leave her after only giving her a million orgasms. Vicky sat on the bed in the nude watching Carl getting dressed, she wondered if her father looked anything like that when he was naked. Carl handed Vicky her coffee and sat at her side to drink his own, both cups of coffee were stone cold. Vicky pulled her dress back on to see Carl out and collected Ken as they walked through to the front door.

~~*~~

John and Vicky stood on the front door step, they were watching the tail lights of Carl's S-max as it left their street. Their street was in total darkness, the village had energy saving street lights that turned off totally at ten thirty in the evening. They turned as one to go back into the house.

Vicky said, "Are you ready for bed?"

John nodded his head.

Vicky stopped Johnny climbing into bed, she stripped the bottom sheet off of the bed, it was soaking wet all over from sweat and wet in patches from other bodily fluids, Vicky could especially see where she had sat drinking coffee as Carl's spunk dribbled out of her cunt.

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She asked John to help her flip the mattress, they turned it and there was a jangled sound of bits of broken spring falling through the carcase of the mattress, Vicky grimaced and said, "I'll order a new mattress on line in the morning!"

They didn't bother dressing for bed, they both climbed into bed in the nude, John had his back to her but Vicky dug him in the ribs, "Hey, are you mad at me for what I did earlier?"

John turned and faced his wife, "Not mad at you...I know that you have put up with a lot over the past four years and I don't blame you one little bit for wanting to be fucked properly by a real man...I'm actually glad that you did it here and in front of me, rather than doing it behind my back in some parked car or sleazy hotel room!"

Vicky sighed in exasperation, "So, if you're not mad at me, what's the problem here?"

John looked away, "I'm ashamed of myself...ashamed of what I let Ken do...ashamed that I liked what Ken did to me and now I'm really worried that I might be gay or something!"

Vicky pulled her husband's face round to kiss him, "Come and cuddle me. Give me the perfect end to an almost perfect evening!"

As they cuddled and kissed Vicky pulled John's hand down between her legs, she pressed his index finger against her cunt, "Can you feel it, Carl's spunk is still leaking out of me. Have you ever wondered what another man's spunk tastes like?"

"No."

Vicky eased John's finger inside her body, "What if I asked you to lick my cunt out? Would you do it for me?"

"You want me to?"

Vicky thought for a moment before saying, "Yes!"

John wriggled down under the duvet and started to lick between his wife's legs and as he licked she said, "I think I know what all this was about tonight."

John lifted his mouth off of Vicky's cunt to ask her what it was all about but his face was swiftly pushed back down between her legs. John went back to licking and Vicky continued with vocalising her thoughts, "I think I've always had a daddy issue...I've always wondered what my mother saw in my father, I didn't think that her life with my dad was really happy but something kept her with him all those years and I started wondering if it was because my dad was good in bed...Carl was the next best thing to screwing my dad."

Vicky gasped through a little orgasm as John ate her out, her hands were still on the back of his head, pushing his face down harder and as she rocked from side to side under the contractions of her orgasm, she started pulling John's hair.

Vicky cleared her throat, she had a build up of mucus caused by the sexual tension and she wanted her voice to be clear when she started talking again, "Is there any chance that you can get another erection tonight?"

John wriggled up her body and slithered between her thighs, he had managed his fourth erection in one night and he started to fuck Vicky slowly. John would usually go a little bit faster when he fucked but Ken had taught him one thing during the evening, it was better for him to screw slowly, try to limit the amount of pleasure transmitted through his cock to his balls.

It was definitely counter intuitive, fucking slower and with a gentler action, John still managed to get Vicky off, she didn't have a screaming orgasm, there was no spurting of juice but she did rock through an orgasm and John still had his erection. He could have finished at that point and it would have been Vicky's best fuck with her husband in their lives together but John had plans to make up for four years of disappointments.

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