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Helping my husband to get on!
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public Sex

I'm Amy Clark, if you saw me on the street you wouldn't even notice me, well, if you were a man with a breast fixation you may give me a second look but that's only because I had thirty-six 'D-cup' breasts even though I usually dressed to hide them, they still dominated my upper body.

I grew up on a dairy farm, hard physical work, my parents had me late in life, I was sure that my father had the notion that he'd plant a boy seed in my mother's belly before she got too old to have a child but he made a mistake and I, a girl, popped out. My mother passed away when I was fourteen, so I ended up as my mother's replacement in the farm partnership.

Because of the hard physical work on the farm while I was developing, I grew very large breasts and slim waist, I was overly muscular and even though my breasts were so big, I didn't need a bra to stop them sagging down to my knees, just to stop my nipples showing through my clothes too much. Even though I didn't really do much schooling, I still got the job of doing my father's paperwork on the farm, and as his name was Alan Clark and we both just signed our names as first initial and full last name, no one ever knew which of us had signed for something.

The only time the signature confusion came in useful though was after my father's death, the farm was in my father's name, the farm house and forty acres of land were valued by the treasury solicitors and when it came to the value of the cows, the calves and the milk quota, I managed to convince them that was all mine and not my fathers. My father's estate was re-valued and the tax demand came to exactly what the dairy side of the business was worth. I had to sell everything to do with the dairy, the forty cows, twenty calves and what they call the milk quota that I was allowed to produce and sell. One of my neighbours paid exactly what my tax bill came to for my dairy business and, as an added bonus, he paid me rent to leave everything in place, just enough each month to cover my regular bills and a little pocket money as well from the deal.

I was a little bored, it took a month for me to get that way but I realised that I needed something to occupy myself, I needed a job but apart from dairy, I knew nothing else. I heard that the main employer in our area was looking for staff, it was basically all production line work, my father described the production line as being worse than the human equivalent of battery hens.

I made an appointment to see the recruitment officer in the company's Human Resources Department and after having every part of my mind and body tested I was sitting in a side room with the Recruitment Manager, going over my results and one final little, 'Chit-chat'! There was a knock at the door and a startlingly handsome young man walked in, he was dressed like one of those 'City Bankers' from London, his face was so smooth that it looked like he had just stepped out of the bathroom after shaving and using a high-end moisturiser.

"I'm sorry to burst in on you like....." He stopped mid-sentence and his eyes fixed on my bust, I was dressed to impress if that were possible with my wardrobe, my best party frock, low cut at the top and showing more than was decent of my cleavage. I smiled as he closed his eyes and shook his head, "....I need approval for this advert so that I can fax it to the newspaper before their deadline for the jobs section."

I could see that he was trying to maintain eye contact with the woman who was just telling me that my results showed that I was cut out for sales or marketing but that the company had just filled all of their training places for Sales and marketing, and he was failing badly, his eyes flashing from her face and onto my breasts over and over again.

As I left the room I heard her admonish him for ogling my breasts, for disturbing her while she was busy and for failing to follow corporate guidelines on advertising, I heard her say, "You know we never say that a job is in production, out on the lines. We place open advertisements and rely on psychometric testing to place recruits in the right pigeon hole, I'll ring them and have them run the last advert we sent in with revised deadlines."

I was just crossing the car park to the main gates when the young man caught up with me, "Hey, wait up there, I'm sorry for, well, sorry if I made you, feel sort of uncomfortable back there."

I reluctantly stopped and turned to face him, "No problem mate, not like I'll get a job here by the looks of it!"

He extended his hand to me to shake hands but once again, he wasn't looking at my face, just staring at my tits. I took his hand and let him shake it, "I'm Andy, Well, Andrew Pickering, I'm a junior production manager here at MS & D Quality Products but I'm determined to knock Mackenzie off of the top spot and be MD here one day."

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I'd heard cocks crow before, you couldn't miss it on a farm and I was starting to change my opinion of Mr Junior Executive, I had thought him stunningly handsome, now I got the feeling that he was all surface, all show. My dad would have said "Fur Coat and no knickers!" if he had met Andrew.

"Well, it's good to have a target I suppose; my goal at the moment is to start earning money so I can afford to eat once in a while."

I turned to walk away and Andy grabbed my elbow to stop me, I turned, pushed his hand away and caught his hand in a wristlock, twisting and forcing his hand beyond its normal range of movement, I forced him onto his knees.

"Hell, stop, please stop, you're going to break my arm!" I eased up and allowed him to get to his feet, "Sorry, hell, that really hurt me, I just wanted to try and explain, your name has been added to the database of candidates for the next intake of Sales or Marketing trainees. Bleeding hell, you're strong; I won't be able to use my arm for weeks now."

"I didn't apply for a job in Sales or Marketing, I applied for a production line job, I'm probably qualified for that kind of work, definitely more than Sales or Marketing."

"Your psychometrics test results say your perfect for Sales and Marketing, your manual dexterity test was a failure for production line work, I can see now that you're probably perfect for SAS or the Parachute Regiment rather than fiddly work in production."

I considered his words carefully, he was standing upright again, 'Yep, I'm sure that was an insult!' went through my mind, I clenched my fist and gave him a gentle tap in the solar plexus.

Andy doubled over and dropped to his knees again, 'A little too hard perhaps?' passed through my mind as I reached down and stopped him rolling onto his side in agony. "You city boys are built a little delicate, you need toughening up a little."

Andy was struggling for breath, "Can I take you out one day this week please?" He gasped through the pain, then he retracted his question, "If I survive my ruptured spleen, when I get out of hospital can I take you out for a meal please?"

He made me laugh, even through the pain he was still trying to pick me up. He was still on his knees but no longer in danger of rolling onto his side so I let go of his head. I reached down and took hold of the wrist I had almost broken, Andy gasped in pain once again, I wiped the dirt off of his palm and held his hand, palm upwards, I took a pen from his pocket and jabbed the 'clicker' against my chin to pop the point out.

"You have a fancy car?"

He nodded his head.

"You have one of those satellite things in it?"

He nodded his head again.

I wrote my postcode on his palm, then I wrote my phone number under my postcode. "Just in case you get lost, I'll be expecting you on Friday evening at seven o'clock, even if you have to catch an ambulance from your hospital bed I'll expect you to turn up on time!"

I walked away, I only looked back once, he was still on his knees, the security guard was trying to help him to his feet but Andy was just staring at his palm, I still had his pen, I really wanted to go back and return it but, I'd give it back on Friday when he picked me up.

I started to get ready for my date with Andy at five o'clock on Thursday evening, no, seriously, I gave myself two hours to get ready, two hours to transform dairy maid into something approximating a young lady, at six o'clock I noticed a black BMW parked opposite the track leading to my house, I looked about every five minutes as I was going about the transformation, the windows were darkened so I couldn't see if it was Andy or not in the driving seat.

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At two minutes to seven the car rolled forward, I watched as it rolled slowly down my drive, as the pips on the radio sounded the first beep of the seven o'clock pips Andy stepped out of the car, as the long pip sounded for exactly seven o'clock he knocked on my door.

"Have you just sat at the end of the lane for an hour waiting for seven o'clock?"

"And I drove up and down for forty minutes before that to make sure that this was the only house in the postcode so I could be sure that it was yours."

"Why didn't you come down when you first arrived?"

"I didn't dare to! When a woman beats you up and mugs you for a two hundred quid solid gold pen, you follow her instructions to the letter! Verbatim et literatim!"

My right hand balled into a fist as an automatic reaction to Andy's words, his eyes left my breasts long enough to notice my change of stance and he jumped back away from me and held his hands up, it just means word for word and letter for letter, honestly!"

I relaxed and unclenched my fist, "I'll check that out, you do know that if I find out that you were taking a 'pop' at me I'll come for you don't you?"

Andy nodded his head, "Honest, it's just as I told you, I was top of my Latin class at university."

"Is your pen really worth two hundred pounds?"

"Worth is a very subjective word, I paid two hundred quid for it as it was solid gold but my mother would probably say it's only worth ten pence, the cost of a disposable biro."

"I'd probably agree with her, I wish I had known how much it cost though!"

Andy's face drained of colour, "Why, what have you done to my pen?"

"I used it to stir my coffee one day."

I passed the pen over to Andy, he inspected the outside of the pen, it looked okay to him, then he unscrewed the top off of the pen and pulled the refill out of it, a brown stain half way up the side of the refill showed that I hadn't been joking when I told him that I had used his pen as a spoon.

I said, "Where are we going?"

Andrew threw his pen's damaged refill into the bin, he was distracted, peering into the barrel of his pen, he tapped it into his hand and the little spring popped out, I snatched the pen from his hand and took it through to the kitchen where I washed it thoroughly and used a pipe-cleaner to dry the inside of the pen, I also washed the spring and dried it. "The spring is phosphor bronze; it's supposed to be that colour, stop sulking, where are we going, am I supposed to dress up or not?"

Andy looked up at my chest, then at my face, I think that was the first time he had looked at my face, he smiled, "You want to go to the pictures? Or to a pub for a drink and a meal?"

"Where do you usually take your dates?"

Andy grinned at me, I took my last date to the youth club disco, just before I left for university, she promised to be faithful to me until I got back but she was knocked up and married before the end of the first semester."

I considered what I wanted to do for a few moments, I had no idea if there were any films that I wanted to see but Andy was so fixated on my breasts that if we went into a cinema, as soon as the lights went down, I'd be lucky to see anything of the film, "Take me to a pub for a drink and a meal please!"

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Andrew looked crest fallen, "If you're a good boy, I'll let you take me into a darkened room after dinner."

There was an instant grin on his face, "Erm, errr, you asked me how you should dress, do you have anything a little more revealing?"

I thought about it for a moment, "Possibly!"

"Would you be willing to wear it for me tonight?" He tried to make his brown eyes as big as possible, then he looked upwards slightly and blinked a few times, "Please!"

I let an over exaggerated sigh and 'flounced' off to the stairs and my bedroom beyond, about half way up the stairs I stopped, I looked back, Andy was on the first step, "Steady city boy, you can wait for me in the living room."

I stripped out of my overly conservative dress, a black short skirt and a cream camisole top, real silk, micro thin straps and very low cut, the cups of my bra showed over the top and the straps looked gigantic under the micro silk straps of my top, 'Ah, that's why I have never worn this top before!' popped into my head.

I scoured my closet and my drawers, there was absolutely nothing that would show off my charms the way that Andy wanted me too, I did spot a black thong cowering at the back of my panty drawer. I had kind of made a promise to give Andy a little fun if he gave me a good time at the pub and it had been quite a while since I had played with a boy, so I wanted to be ready if Andy wanted to go further than fondling my tits, I wriggled out of my white 'granny knickers' and stepped into my black thong, as I straightened my skirt down again I looked at my bra showing over my top.

I didn't actually need to wear a bra, even though I was a thirty-six 'D', I had worked so hard physically on the farm that if I left my bra off, my breasts just held their shape, they did sag very slightly and if I did anything energetic they would bounce about a lot, they would sit fine, well behaved, if all I did was sit at a table in the pub.

I took my camisole top off again and stripped my bra off, then I put my top back on. I took a long hard look at myself in the mirror, this top was my only option if I really wanted to please Andy but did I really want to please Andy? 'Yep!' It had been a very long while since I had gone out with a boy or man on a date, probably about as long as Andy if he had been telling me the truth about his life history!

"Hey, Amy, I think you've been burgled..."

I walked in on him mid shout, his jaw dropped and he froze momentarily.

"What did you say?"

"Are you really going to go out with me dressed like that?"

I nodded my head.

"You mean, just like that? You mean no coat on top? Or perhaps a cardigan?"

I shook my head again, "No, just like this. Now what were you saying?"

"Oh, God, yes! Looks like someone has stolen your TV, your video, hi-fi and computer, it looks like they dumped this old valve radio and a lorry load of old books in their place!"

The expression on his face was that of a worried man, his eyes flashed down from my tits to my hands at my sides, my hands were already balled into fists and there was a frown on my face although Andy wouldn't have seen that.

"You taking the piss out of the way I live?"

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Andy began to back away from me, his frown turned into a smirk, "Pax! Pax vobiscum! It was just a joke, a very bad joke, you were taking so long and I just wanted to say something to you to get an answer, just to prove you're still in the house. I thought you'd get a laugh out of it!"

I flexed my hands, my body like a coiled spring, ready to strike, Andy lost his smirk and I burst out laughing, "You look like you just pissed yourself!"

Andy relaxed and grinned again, "Well, I wouldn't be surprised, since you ruptured my spleen the other day, I've had little control over my bladder. I'd look down and check but that would mean looking away from you."

Andrew's eyes were both fixed slap bang on my chest once again. I was starting to worry a little that I had misread Andrew and his request, "So, am I okay dressed like this or do you want me to change back into my dress?"

Andy almost jumped out of his skin, "No, God no, just like that, you're just perfect as you are."

"Well, are you ready to go?"

Andy led the way to my front door and opened it for me, I stepped through the door and left him to close it, he checked the back of my door, then he closed it and opened it again, "Hey, how do I lock the door?"

"I don't know, don't think it's ever been locked in my lifetime."

"No wonder all your stuff has been pinched and someone's using your living room as a bookstore dump."

I turned to look at him, "Down, just a continuation of the same old bad joke, you got to admit it's funny. Just a little bit?"

"God, you city boys do like to live life on the dangerous edge don't you?"

We drove past at least five pubs before Andy pulled off the road and into the car park, he pulled into a parking space as far from the pub as possible, I doubted that I'd be overly impressed by the pub, a fifty car parking lot with just four cars parked in it, the pub just couldn't be that popular.

The pub was clean inside, the music was loud and the place was well presented but empty. Andrew got us both drinks and fetched us a menu card. "Do you play pool?"

"I can play pool but I usually dress in jeans and a t-shirt with less showing over the top when I do."

"Please, just while we are waiting for our food."

I followed him through to the games room, he wanted to toss a coin to see who got to make the break, "No," I said, "you can make the break." Just so that I got the first pass at potting a ball, I had a thing about needing to be stripes whenever I played pool.

Andy almost ran around the table while I was looking for the most likely striped ball to go down, he wanted to be standing opposite me when I bent over to take my shot. I didn't have to look down my body to see what Andy could see, all I had to do was flick my eyes up to his face momentarily to see the granddaddy of all grins on his face, I heard something being put down on the bar behind me and a whispered "Fucking hell!" from behind me, Andy's eyes flicked from my breasts to the bar directly behind me and then Andy did something I thought impossible, he broadened his grin even more.

'Fucking hell I may as well be totally naked here!' Flashed through my mind, I began to wish I had left my granny knickers on after all. I tried to push the barman and Andy out of my head as I lined up my cue, the cue ball and the red striped ball, the right bottom corner hole was slightly off line so I would have to compensate a little by hitting the red striped ball just a millimetre or so off dead centre. I allowed my eyes to flick up the table; the brown striped ball was just short of the right centre pocket so I needed to play a gentle shot with a lot of top to get the cue ball to stop in the right place for brown strip into the middle pocket.

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There was a satisfying clunk as the red striped ball smacked into the hard plastic at the back of the pocket and a thud and it dropped down the hole. The cue ball rolled into the perfect place for me to pot the brown. Again, Andy was in place to look down the front of my camisole, I looked up again to see the barman's head over Andy's shoulder, both men looking at my tits swinging down like a Frisian in desperate need of milking, and talking of desperate, I felt a slight tingle between my legs.

There was no way that I could play a shot that left the cue ball at the top of the table, Andy's solid coloured balls were blocking the rest of my balls close to the bottom cushion. I would need to put a lot of power into my shot, I had to just nick the brown striped ball and send the cue ball into the top cushion and hope that it ricocheted back down the table and drove a pathway through Andy's balls. I hit the cue ball overly hard and as it clipped the brown ball it hardly deviated off course, the brown dropped in ultra-slow motion into the side pocket.

Andy's balls were smashed out of the way, that took most of the pace out of the cue ball allowing it to trickle to a stop just short of the bottom cushion, leaving my yellow lined up with the left bottom pocket or the green ball with the right bottom pocket, the choice was mine. As I leaned over the table again I heard the barman talking into his mobile phone, "Get down here if you can, this girl is a top flight totty and she's murdering her old man at pool too!"

I dropped yellow first with a very gentle kiss shot and just at that moment four skinheads walked into the games room, I had a shot on the purple ball but nothing open after that so if I had potted it, I'd have probably fouled out on my next shot, I did however see a chance to push the purple ball closer to its pocket and hide the cue ball behind the eight ball, forcing a foul on Andrew. As soon as I took my shot and it looked like I had been trying to pot the purple, the 'alpha-male' of the skinheads shouted out, "Hey barkeep, can't you get these two ladies off of the table and let some real men get on it, they're both pissing useless anyway!"

I ignored his comments but I could see that Andy was rattled, I moved over to lean on one of the few tables in the room, my bum perched on the table's top and my hands over the edge of the table propping me up from behind. The goby bloke walked over to me and pressed his crotch against my hand as he 'stage whispered' in my ear, "Why don't you give me a gobble while my mates beat your old man up, you'll have a lot more fun than you could possibly get from losing at pool with that looser."

I was trying my best to ignore the guy but because I managed to do it, he started to thrust his hips so that his cock rubbed back and forth over the back of my hand. His three cronies were cheering their mate on and positioning themselves between Andy and me.

The scream was worthy of a Hammer Horror Film sound effect, all movement seemed to stop in the room all that is apart from my hand slowly rising and the leading skinhead rising up onto the tips of his toes hopping from side to side to try and relieve the pressure on his balls as I squeezed his plumbs hard and tried to lift him clear of the floor by just his scrotum. I walked slowly over to the door leading from the games room out into the car park, three feet from the door I threw the guy with all of my might towards the door.

I expected him to slam into the door and slide to the floor but what I didn't know was that the door opened outwards, so he didn't slam into the door and slide to the floor, he crashed through and out into the car park, he did a full somersault and as the door closed he was rolling around on the floor holding his balls.

I heard Andy shout out, "I wouldn't do that mate, not if I were you! If you want to take someone on, try me, at least that way you'll probably still be breathing tomorrow."

I turned quickly, the youth was holding a pool cue by the tip and was swinging it from side to side, the ark of the cue's handle was roughly sixty degrees from upped left to lower right of his body and then repeated in the other direction. I worked out that it would take two more paces for him to reach me and the cue would be travelling from upper right to lower left across his body.

I took a deep breath and at the last moment I dropped down onto one knee and to my left, the cue's handle swept past my shoulder, missing by a millimetre or so, he had put so much effort into the swing that he was off balance and a simple leg-sweep sent hum crashing face first into the edge of the pool table. I hopped back up to my feet and as a parting gesture I kicked him hard between his legs.

Everything was so fast that to Andy and the other three men in the room, I must have looked like some kind of martial arts expert. I changed my stance with a jump, turning myself sideways on to the next nearest skinhead, my arms were both at my side, I was trying not to look threatening, just pumping my hands from flat to a balled fist to keep as much oxygenated blood pumping through my muscles.

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The two standing skinheads looked from me, then to each other and then at the blood dripping from the end of the pool table before settling on their unconscious mate on the floor, they suddenly bent and grabbed their mate under his armpits and dragged his lifeless body towards the door and the car park beyond, their leader could still be heard groaning on the tarmac of the car park.

I looked at the barman, he was standing against the door frame pressing a bell-push over and over again, "We're closing, there won't be any more food or drink this evening."

Andy looked up from the blood, "Why are you closing?"

The chef rushed past the barman followed by the two kitchen flunkies, all pulling on their coats and heading for the front door. "That kid your wife chucked out is the leader of a gang of about sixty strong, they'll be back here to sort you both out and do this place over too."

Andy grinned at me, then at the barman, "Well, if there is only sixty skinheads, she'll hardly break a sweat dealing with them, I don't see the problem!"

"Well, I'm off home, I'll lock up and let them take their frustrations and anger out on the windows."

We were pushed out through the open front door, Andy looked up at the sky, "Shit, it's still not dark yet!"

"Why does it need to be darker?"

"Well, you did say if I was good then you'd let me take you into a dark place to play with you!"

Andy drove past the barman as he stood holding a heavy chain to close the car park off. "Where can we go?"

I turned in my seat, "You mean you're not going to wait for the skinheads to come back so I can sort them out?"

"I would but knowing you, you'd use my car as a weapon and scratch the paintwork, can you think of anywhere we can go and park?"

"I have a five bedroom house; I can leave the lights off if you like!"

"No, it's not the same. What about the Motorway services, I did promise you food of some kind!"

I thought about it a little before saying, "Motorway car parks are very well-lit and they have CCTV covering every inch...Well, I suppose the CCTV wouldn't worry me but the lights might."

He looked over at me quickly, smiled and then turned back to the road.

"What about buzzing out onto the M1, head south to junction nine and see if the truck stop cafe is open, they have a huge lorry park and I'm not sure if much of it is lit."

I was pushed back against the seat as Andrew gunned his engine, ten minutes later we were parked between two eighteen wheelers in a very dark corner of the car park. "Want a bacon butty?" Andrew asked as he stepped out of the car. I followed him to the cafe; there were thirty trucks in the parking lot, that could be between thirty and sixty men in the cafe. As it turned out, there were just ten men in the cafe at that time of the night.

I definitely felt under dressed for the transport cafe, as we walked in through the door, all conversation stopped and twenty eyes flicked over to my body, I didn't see a single man look up at my face, they all looked from my chest to the hem of my skirt.

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I looked at Andy's face, he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary or even the cream. Coffee and bacon sandwiches were ordered and Andy came to join me at one of the empty tables, he leaned in and kissed me, "That's just made me the most hated man in the room. Do you feel uncomfortable knowing every man here, including me, is praying for your shoulder straps to snap by some kind of act of God?"

I looked around the room, every face turned in my direction, some bending down slightly to try and see under the table at my exposed legs and hoping to see beyond and some looking at my chest, hoping that I'd lean further forward so that my camisole top sagged forward a little, exposing more of my breasts.

"No, not really, men have looked at me like that since I was thirteen years old and started to show through my blouse."

We finished our food and coffees and Andy grinned at me, "Well, now that we've finished, can we go out and play please?"

We walked out of the cafe hand in hand, about half way to where Andy had left his car, I looked back, two truckers had followed us out and as soon as they saw me look back they stopped and pretended to be chatting to each other. "Front seat or back?"

I was a little distracted by the two men who were pretending not to be following us. "What did you say?"

"Do you want to play in the front seat or the back of the car?"

"Oh, I don't mind, I'll leave it up to you!"

I looked back again; the two truckers were a little further away but still coming in our direction slowly.

We got to the car, Andy opened the passenger's door, pressed a little button on the side of the seat and it trundled forward on its rails and when it stopped, the backrest lowered until it touched the dashboard. "I know it may seem a little ungallant but I need to get in first." Andy slipped into the back seat of the car and reached over the side of the driver's seat to press the button so that the driver's seat slid forward too as I stepped into the back of the car.

We kissed for a few moments and Andy's hand slipped over the front of my camisole, brushing over my breast very gently; it felt like his hand was connected to the mains from the electric shock and tingle I got rushing through my body. Andy felt my little jump through our kiss and he pulled his face away from me. "I'm sorry, am I going too far, too fast?"

"It's not that, it's just been a long time since anyone touched me."

"How far can I go?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Keep going until I say stop I guess."

Andy slid away from me to the opposite side of the car, "Come here, in the middle, put one leg either side of the transmission tunnel."

I slid my bottom to the middle of the seat and put one leg in either side of the hump in the floor of the car. Andy tried to kneel between my legs facing me but he couldn't quite get down far enough, "Can you spread your legs a little more?"

I tried but the limiting factor was the bottom of my short skirt, I considered it for a moment and lifted my bum slightly and hitched my skirt up until it was well out of the way of my legs opening, it didn't bother me too much as the back of the car was in total darkness and Andy couldn't see anything.

I opened my legs wide and Andy slipped down in front of me with one knee either side of the transmission hump. As he leaned in to kiss me and the front of his shirt pressed against my bare upper thighs I had that little conversation with myself that I had to have with every new boyfriend, just how far was I willing to let him go on the first date. Not far enough and he may decide to cut his losses and look for a girl who was more accommodating or willing, too far and he might think I'm a tramp, take what he can that first date and never return.

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Andy smothered my mouth, face, neck and collar bone with kisses before his hands returned to massaging my breasts through my camisole top. I spotted a head pop out from behind the rear of the lorry parked to our right and even though the trucker would be able to see very little my body stiffened, Andy pushed his upper body away from me, "Something wrong?"

I nodded my head over his shoulder as I fixed my eyes on the guy peering round the truck at us. "Is someone watching us?"

I nodded my head again.

"You bothered by it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You want me to stop?"

I shrugged my shoulder again. Andy leaned in again and kissed me, kissed from my lips round my face and over to my right ear, "Can I turn the light on?"

I gasped a little.

"I know that he'll see more, but then, so will I and you might not be able to see him so clearly."

I shrugged my shoulders again.

"Please let me."

I guess I must have nodded my head because the light flicked on and the face looking from the back of the lorry disappeared from view.

Andy looked down at my thong, "You really are full of surprises, all that 'kung-fu' training, all that potential strength and power and then you come out on a date in a very feminine and skimpy thong."

I smiled but in reality I was very nervous.

"If I lock the doors will you feel a little more comfortable?"

I definitely nodded my head this time and Andy popped the lock function on his key fob.

"Can I start to play again please?"

I shrugged my shoulders then I gave a single nod. Andy started to rub my breasts through my top again for a minute or two then his hands slipped down over my ribs, over my stomach and when he reached the bottom of my camisole, his fingers began the move northward under my top. I closed my eyes and he began to 'work' my breasts, bare hands to bare breast. I lost track of the different pleasures he delivered through various methods of massage, pinching and twisting, then I felt his wrists beginning to rise slightly, exposing my breasts for the first time.

I opened my eyes; he was studying my breasts closely as they peeped into view. He looked up at my eyes and smiled, "Fucking hell, I've never seen such firm tits, such wonderfully shaped, natural tits in my life."

I looked over his shoulder to see if the trucker was still there, then I noticed another face from behind the second truck and stiffened once again.

"Another peeping tom?"

I nodded my head.

"I'll stop now if you like, I'm happy either way, this has been the best first date ever in my life so far."

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I closed my eyes again and settled my head back against the back of the seat. Andy started to lift his wrists again; I knew that my tits were now out in full view of Andy and the two truckers outside. Andy's hands left my breasts and he started to pull my top up higher, I eased my back away from the seat slightly so as to not stop my camisole's northward journey but I needn't have bothered, Andrew didn't want to remove my top, he just wanted to push the front of my top over the top of my head.

Andy kissed me a few times but he was far more interested in exploring my body with his hands as he looked at me. As his hands worked over my legs, my upper thighs and over my thong, he could obviously tell that I was tense, I opened my eyes again and he was looking at my face as a look if shock covered my face.

"Three voyeurs now?"

I shook my head, my eyes scanning from side to side as I rationalised the faces in the darkness.

"Four?"

I shook my head again.

"Five?"

I managed to say in a very high pitched voice, "Seven or eight at least!"

"Fucking hell, why do they have to overdo it, they can never just keep it to themselves can they."

Andy leaned away from me, he leaned over the driver's seat and it began to roll back towards the back of the car. Andy didn't say anything, he just rolled away from me, leaving me totally exposed, well, not totally, I still had my thong covering my fanny but I felt totally exposed.

Andy rolled in one fluid movement from between my thighs and into his driving seat, three of the men in front of the car began to run to get behind the car to stop Andy driving away, I almost crapped myself but Andy had the car moving before they could stop him. As we passed the front of the two parked lorries we were sandwiched between, backwards and at quite some speed I spotted another eighteen wheeler trying to cut our exit off by parking across the noses of the other two trucks.

It was very close; Andy spun the steering wheel to the right so that the front of his car swung away from the truck but he still clipped the wing mirror against the fender of the truck trying to trap us in the alley way between the two trucks. The body of the mirror swung to the side but the plastic surrounding shattered even though the glass remained intact.

As we passed through the gates at the end of the car park Andy looked in his rear view mirror, "If it wouldn't freak you out too much would you stay in that position while I drive you home?"

I looked down at my exposed tits and panty gusset on show in the well-lit rear seat, Andy turned on his sad face look, "You could always turn the light off if you really, really, really want too, I won't be able to see you, but that's okay, I'll still know that you are still waiting for me back there."

I took that to mean that Andy really, really, really wanted me to leave the light on and let him drive me home on display in the rear seat of his car. Fortunately there were very few built up areas between the truck stop and my farm so I just sat there with my arms at my side so I didn't obscure those parts of my body that Andy wanted me to show him.

Andy drove almost right up to my front door and then moved over to the front passenger's seat as he pressed the button to slide the driver's seat forward again. Andy crawled slowly back to kneel between my knees. He slipped right back into massaging my body and alternating between kissing me and looking at my semi naked body.

At one point his hands slid up the outside of my thighs and as they passed over the sides of my thong I lifted my bottom off of the seat so he could pull my knickers down if he wanted too. I was very surprised when he threw his hands out sideways away from my body and he jumped backwards away from my body.

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"Now, now young lady, I don't have many rules for conduct on a first date situation. Just two actually, and you already broke the first rule, that's the not beating a skinhead unconscious rule and so I'm not about to let you break the no sex on a first date rule too, no way, not on my watch."

I froze, the look on his face was a very serious one, then he kind of stabbed his index finger into the air in front of him, "Period!"

Then his expression changed and he said, "Semicolon - closed bracket smiley face!" and I burst out laughing and lowered my bottom back down onto the seat.

Andy returned to the kissing and the fondling...at around two o'clock in the morning he slid the palm of his hand down over the front of my knickers, his fingertips 'dancing' through the ginger bush that was peeking over the top of my thong, his palm pressing down on my panty covered mound and his thumb started to rub down over my clitoris. He managed to get me off in just a few seconds and kept me orgasming for well over twenty minutes.

"Are you satisfied?"

The question was a little out of the blue, a little left field. I nodded my head.

"Okay then...."

Andy eased my camisole back over my head and smoothed it back down to cover my tits. "...I've had a great time, the best first date I've ever had, even when you half killed those two skinheads."

Andy popped the passenger's side door open and as I slid forward in my seat and began to climb out of the now open door he stopped me, kissed me, "Can I just have one quick last look before you go, fix the image in my mind please."

I sat back down in the seat and he lifted my top and took a good long look at my tits. "Why do you want one last look?"

"For when I get home."

"Why, what are you going to do, draw me?"

Andy laughed, "No, I was thinking I might masturbate myself off when I get home!"

"Why would you want to go DIY, I can do it for you right here, well, I'd prefer to do it in my bedroom but right here if you'd prefer it."

Andy seemed to be 'nonplussed' as he fell back against the back of the driver's seat. "You'd be willing to do that for me, I was really worried that you'd beat down on me for telling you that I was going to wank off thinking about you."

I shook my head, "I don't mind doing that for you, you could even fuck me if you'd like!"

"My God woman, have you forgotten rule two so easily...No, seriously...I'd prefer full sex to be a second date thing, or even a third date but I'd really love it if you gave me a hand job before I go home."

"Okay, how do you want me to do it?"

"Can I ask you something first?"

I nodded my head.

"Are you one of those women who get all upset if a man cums on, well, let's say, over your face or your tits?"

I thought about it for a moment and then shook my head.

"Phew, good, some women see it as degrading or a power play by the man."

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I shook my head, "No, I see it as a compliment if it's me that causes it, if you were watching a porn film then came over to me and you did it over me, that might piss me off."

"No, no, I'd definitely never do that, well, what if I was watching a porn film and I asked you to do it for me, would that upset you?"

"Very possibly!"

"So, if I asked you to masturbate me here, could I cum over your face or tits?"

I nodded my head, "I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in my bedroom though!"

"Will you undress for me so that I don't splash your clothes?"

"Totally naked?"

"Well, I'd like that but stop wherever you feel comfortable."

"Slowly or are you in a hurry?"

Andy thought for ages, "Would you slap my face if I asked you to strip for me on the driveway?"

I thought about it, "What, just outside the door?"

"Weeeeelllll, I'd love it if you'd do it in front of the car so I can see you better?"

I looked around, I didn't have to really look, I knew that my drive was invisible from everywhere but the road directly at the end of my drive. I nodded over to the five bar gate closing off the driveway from the farm yard, "Can I undress over there?"

Andy gave me another sad face, then he smiled, "Can I turn the car slightly first?"

I stepped out of the car and opened the large gate and waved Andy over, "Drive through and stop in front of the milking parlour."

I closed the gate behind his car and then walked in front of his car as he turned his headlights on. He also turned on his in-car CD player, with both doors open and a pounding dance track playing I danced for him, undressing slowly as I danced.

When I got down to my thong I held back a little, "Hey baby, if you're finished, come back in the car."

I was about to walk back to the open door but stopped up really close to his headlights, I was so close that I could feel the heat on my legs. I popped my knickers off and dropped them on his bonnet.

Andrew asked me to sit back in the same position that I had been while he was playing with my tits. He began to rub his hands all over my body again, this time, his hands rubbed over bare cunt; he used his thumb once again to bring me off as he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. He eased his body up slightly as I climaxed, "Take my shirt off for me!"

I was gasping hard but still managed to unbutton Andy's shirt and push it off of his shoulders.

Andy pulled right away from me and leaned back against the back of his driver's seat and pulled the end of his belt through the buckle, then he slowly unbuttoned the fly and pulled his trousers open. I got my first look at his upper body, he was quite muscular, no hairs on his chest but the merest hint of a tan. He pulled his trousers as far down as he could, the bulge in his underpants told me that he had one of the largest erections of any of my previous boyfriends.

Andy leaned in to kiss me again, his bare chest making intimate contact with my naked body, he even rubbed his body against my breasts, nipple against nipple as it were, then he leaned back again and pulled his underpants down to meet his trousers just above his knees.

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As Andy leaned back again I couldn't help gasping at the sight of his cock. It was definitely the biggest cock I had ever seen but the part that I got wrong was, he wasn't erect, he looked like he was probably over nine and a half inches long but only half hard, I had no idea if he would grow any longer but it looked like it would definitely grow a lot fatter.

I was trying to imagine if it would hurt the first time, then it dawned on me, this may be that first time or, perhaps, just perhaps, Andy might just not come back for a second date, I may never get to feel it invading my body. Andy leaned back in on me and kissed me as he struggled to get his trousers and underpants off of his lower legs in the struggle his cock head brushed over my cunt and I lifted my hips to meet him, thinking that the accidental brushing might just have been a deliberate thing.

Finally Andy was free of his clothes; he had even removed his shoes and socks as well as his trousers. "Close your legs." Andy said as he raised his body away from mine once again. I moved my feet as close together as they could get with the transmission hump between them. Andy sat astride my legs with his knees on either side of my thighs, "Are you sure that you want to do this for me? I'm really used to doing it for myself you know!"

I smiled at him and reached down for his cock, I was more than a little disappointed that the brush of his cock over my cunny had led to nothing but I still wanted to help him cum. I began to massage life into his cock, I was right, it didn't get much longer, just about ten inches once fully erect but my God it was fat, much fatter than my wrist.

As I masturbated him he started to lift and lower his body on my knee, as he rose up the head of his cock rubbed against my breasts and when he sat back down he kissed me and then repeated over and over again as I used both hands together to massage his cock.

Andy's breathing increased in speed and after one of his kisses he whispered, "Can I use your tits please?"

I thought he wanted to play with my breasts as I wanked him so I nodded my head, the next time he lifted his body he went higher and his huge cock slid between my tits, I let go of his cock and he took them and he used my own hands to press my tits together to keep friction on his cock as he fucked between them.

It only took him a few seconds to shoot his load, the first shot just wet my neck, his second shot lifted to my chin and then his third shot splattered my face. I had given quite a few boys hand relief in my twenty-five years of life and a few had gotten lucky and actually left deposits in my pussy but none had felt quite so erotic as this, not one had asked if they could blow off over my body and none before had wanted to be quite so public as Andrew seemed to want to be.

Andy slid off of my knee and back to kneeling between my legs, his now flaccid cock resting against my vaginal opening, then he took me a little by surprise as he lay his body on top of mine, his chest mashing down hard onto my breasts and into the large, the very large puddle of his own semen that was running down, off of my chin and neck down to form a puddle between my tits.

Andy rubbed himself against my upper body for thirty minutes before he slipped up off the floor and climbed up on the seat at my side; he kissed me again and then eased my body around so that my back was against his sticky body. He pressed his still flaccid cock against my buttocks and began to rub himself against my bottom as he slid one arm between my side and the seat and began to fondle my breasts as his other arm passed over my body and he began to rub between my legs.

I was gasping through another orgasm before I could count to ten and as I climaxed I felt his cock stiffen against my soft buttocks and lower back. I had heard that some men preferred to do sex in that slightly unusual way, you know, use the tightness of the nearby hole but I'd never met a man so far that had risked that path with me. I didn't even know how I should react if he tried anything like that in the end, well, in my end that was.

It dawned on me that if it didn't hurt too much I might just allow a man to try it but with the size that Andrew was, he would kill a woman trying to feed that monster into her arse hole. Andy was driving me wild with orgasm after orgasm, he wasn't trying to get his cock into my bottom, he was just using the softness of my buttocks to get himself off for the second time that night and when he did, he flooded his spunk all over my bum and back. We cuddled for another hour, both totally naked, I had to break the spell though, "Hey, I have to get out of here, the dairyman will be bringing the cows down to be milked in thirty minutes."

Andy kissed me good night and watched as I ran across to my front door in the early dawn light, still totally nude, there was no way I'd be getting dressed until after I had taken a shower, I seemed to be totally covered from head to toe. I watched from the front door as Andy pulled his trousers on and backed out of my farmyard, he didn't bother to put his shirt on though, just drove off topless.

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It crossed my mind that I would probably never see Andy again, this hadn't been the most conventional of first dates but I was wrong. I woke mid-morning to a delivery boy bringing me a huge floral display with a note from Andrew, thanking me for the best first date ever.

Over the next few months there were many more dates, all more conventional than that first one and by our sixth month anniversary I agreed to marry him. I still wasn't working but after Andrew moved into my house it didn't seem to matter anymore, I had loads to do around the house to keep me busy. And after I married Andrew I got to help him at work, well, not actually at work but I arranged dinner parties at home to impress his bosses and co-workers.

At Christmas, the first one after our wedding, I even helped him to arrange the Christmas party for work. That was a huge amount of work, the factory and the offices he worked at had around seven hundred people and they were all allowed to bring a guest. I made a special effort to impress myself too; I really dressed up for the party as I was the unofficial hostess for the event. I even went to town and a beauty parlour for the full works; Andy gave me his credit card and told me to get the whole nine yards, not that I really knew what the whole nine yards meant.

I booked in for the facial treatment, hair styling package and makeup makeover as well as a leg wax, manicure and pedicure, the first time in my life. Even on my wedding day I hadn't been that pampered, one of my friends came over to do my hair and makeup.

I had about ten treatments on my face and then they put a kind of green mud-pack on and told me it would take an hour to work so I was wheeled off to the pedicure and leg wax. As the girl was waxing my legs, she spotted the hairs peeping out from the leg holes of my granny knickers, "Would madam like a bikini wax while I have the wax and papers out? Just fifteen pounds with your leg wax."

I thought about it, having a woman touching my intimate parts might freak me out but hell, this was a once in a lifetimes deal.

Before I could say 'Yes!' She added, "Or perhaps a Brazilian, just twenty pounds or you could go the whole nine yards for thirty pounds!"

A bell rang in my head, 'That must be what Andy was suggesting when he told me to go the whole nine yards as he handed me his credit cards.' I told the girl to do it, "...But I think I need another glass of wine first!"

The girl understood instantly and while the wax was heating up she wandered off and fetched me a large glass of white wine with a straw in it because my face was all gunked up, not half as gunked up as Andy sometimes left it after birthday sex, or anniversary sex, or Valentine's day sex or, well, need I go on, Andrew loved to make deposits on my face as often as I was willing to acquiesce to his request.

I had the straw in my mouth and was sipping on the wine as the hot wax strip was laid out on my lower leg, 'There, that wasn't too bad was it?' ran through my mind, as the girl ripped the strip off, I sat up, swallowed half the wine in one gulp and screamed "Fucking hell!" down the straw. It became obvious to me that I hadn't researched the whole wax thing thoroughly enough before going to the beauticians.

As the strip was laid out and ripped off three more times before it was consigned to the bin looking like a two inch by six inch shag carpet. I stopped the girl applying the second strip, "I need a whole lot more wine before you move much further up my legs!" So, even before the party started I was nicely toasted and coming down off a bottle and a half buzz.

I made a point of dancing with everyone of Andy's bosses who asked me too and that queue was a long one, when the MD danced with me he thanked me for all the work I'd put in on the party, "Sadly, this could be our last Christmas party, the recession has finally caught up with us and we're losing more contracts than we can win. I'm going to have to close the Ashford plant by Easter and Southampton will be down from three and a half lines to just the half line by the summer!"

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Well, that put a damper on my Christmas spirit; I didn't have any idea what to say to Mackenzie's confession, "Well, will that affect Andrew?" I could kick myself as soon as I said that, I should have tried to rise above all that, I should have said, "Well, let's try and forget all about work until after Christmas!" Or, "I'm sure it can't last for long, perhaps the recovery will start in the New Year!"

Either of the alternative statements would have made me seem less shallow and more of a congenial hostess. Mackenzie and I had been dancing in a quite open stance to that point but after I had shown how shallow and self-serving I really was, Mackenzie pulled me closer to his body, so close that I had no doubt left in my mind that Mackenzie was every bit the player that the rumours around the other wives groups said he was.

I danced for three tunes with the most senior man in my husband's company with him rubbing his cock against my belly, it reminded me a little of my first date with Andrew, I think Mackenzie came very close to cumming in his clothes during those three tracks. At the end of the third track I said, "I really have to check on a few things, make a run down the buffet tables and clean up the mess, put out fresh food, that kind of thing!"

Mackenzie caught my elbow as I tried to escape, "No, someone else can look after things for five minutes."

He beckoned to one of the roaming waiters, picked up two drinks off of his tray and handed one to me, "No, no, that's okay; I've already had way more than my limit already!"

I took the glass anyway, even though I didn't want another drink. We left the dance floor and I was guided out onto the terrace, Mackenzie took me as far out of view as he could without us leaving the tiled area. I was spun around and my bottom hit the balustrade that stopped people falling the four feet to the lawns beyond the terrace.

I was expecting it when Mackenzie pressed his lower body against mine, I was so expecting it that I even opened my legs slightly, I looked at him in the semi-darkness, he was old, at least sixty years old, he was none too fit either, if he hadn't been my husband's boss, if we hadn't just entered the worst recession for sixty years, if he wasn't so funny, clever, powerful, I would have snapped his neck with a single blow for groin-grinding me the way he was.

"You asked me how the downturn would affect Andrew. Well, I'm not going to hide this from you but it wouldn't do to get out before the New Year. Andrew's grade will have to reduce by half and they are the lucky ones, the grade above his is going completely. Now this party will go in Andrew's favour at the redundancy interviews, this has been the largest project anyone in his department has organised for a year and everyone is saying that it's the best party we've ever put on."

I really, really wanted to bring my knee up swiftly into his family jewels as he ground his crotch against mine, then he rubbed his free hand over my upper body, finally taking a firm hold on one of my breasts and gave it a hard squeeze. I felt his eyes drilling into my face to try and see my reaction to his rough handling. And suddenly he stepped away from me, I thought I was about to get the big, "I'm sorry, this is a mistake and I really love my wife!" But I didn't, what I did get was a huge surprise.

"We've exhausted every opportunity, well, every conventional method of selling our goods and services, trying to fill our capacity, even to the extent that we'd gladly lose money just to keep our workforce standing on the lines. I've seen you around a few times, a strong, earthy, beautiful woman who seemingly has no interest in fashion but is willing to move heaven and earth to help her husband look good in front of his employer. Just how far would you go to secure your husband one of the few managers' jobs that will still exist after the contraction."

I stood there motionless, then remembered the wine in my hand, "What, are you telling me? That you want to fuck me or what?"

As soon as I finished saying that, I took a long pull on the wine in my glass. "Well, naturally I'd want to fuck you eventually but for now, I could use your help to capture the interest of buyers and purchasing directors who need our products but don't know how badly they need them."

There was a long pause while I finished off my wine in my second gulp, "We have a buyer in town next week, I've arranged for him to go to a special New Year's Eve party in Soho, he likes kinky shit or so I've been told, I think you could handle a little kinky if it came to it."

I raised my glass again but it was empty, Mackenzie swapped his full glass for my empty one and I took a smaller swallow, "Andrew would never go along with your plan!"

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"Possibly, possibly not, I'm going to give him the project to close down the Ashford plant, salvage as much of the valuable machinery as possible, try to encourage the best staff to move up here or down to Southampton, he'll be away from home for at least a month and he'll be busy while the night of the long knives happen but only if you agree to do a little work for me first."

"I'm sure you know that I'll do anything within my power to protect my husband's job and promotion prospects!"

"Good girl, I thought you might say that."

Mackenzie reached out to me, brushed his fingers over the side of my face before sliding his hand behind my neck and pulling me towards him as he pushed me down onto my knees.

I got the picture and I opened his fly, took out his cock and started to suck it.

"Hi boss, have you seen my wife about anywhere?"

Andy's voice came from the lawn below, "Which one is your wife Andrew?"

"Short white dress, great rack, I think you danced with her about thirty minutes ago!"

"Oh yes, I remember her now, yes, she's a wildcat, danced my feet off of me, had to come out here to get away from her before she killed me!"

I already had as much of his cock in my mouth as I could get but as he was talking to Andrew he thrust his hips against my face, I thought he might be trying to make me gag to draw Andy's attention to me, make him look between the concrete pillars of the balustrade but I held back to keep myself as silent as possible.

"If you spot her could you tell her I'm looking for her please?"

Andy turned the corner and began to walk along the side of the terrace, up the slight incline in the grass covered bank leading to the opening close to the building. Mackenzie pulled his hips back so that his cock slipped from my mouth and he zipped himself up as I stood up again, "Pity he didn't go the other way round, I'd have had time to finish off in your beautiful mouth."

I planned to run past Andy before he climbed high enough to see over the balustrade's rail, but I heard Peter Danvers, his immediate boss, call his name and said, "Andrew, I have something important to tell you!"

I stopped just above them to listen, it was possible that Peter had seen what I had been doing to Mackenzie and was about to tell Andrew all about it and if he did tell Andrew, how would Andrew react?

"I've heard a lot of rumours Andrew, I've put my CV out to all the agencies to try and get something before the bottom falls out of our company."

"There's been rumours for ages, I've stopped listening to them."

Peter's voice turned into a conspiratorial whisper, "This time the rumours are coming from the union, one of my mates on the council told me that they've already started the three month consultation period, he as good as told me that my grade was finished, that was the first item on their agenda. At least one plant will close totally and the other two will be drastically slimmed down and if that happens, they won't need eight production line planners, just two or three, take my advice, update your CV, get it posted off the day after Boxing Day"

I ran into the ballroom and snatched two glasses of wine from a passing waiter and walked out of the door onto the terrace just as Andrew came through the gap between the balustrade and the ballroom wall. "There you are darling, I've been looking all over for you,"

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Andy looked over the side of the terrace, "Try and do something nice to cheer Peter Danvers up, he's very depressed, his wife walked out on him at Christmas time last year and now he thinks he's about to get laid off, just yet another shitty Christmas for him."

Mackenzie approached us and I handed him one of the two glasses of wine with a smile, he returned my smile and said, "Keep a tight hold of this lovely lady of yours Andrew, she's very special."

Andrew agreed and after Mackenzie left us and entered the ballroom with a backward glance and a wink for me. I offered Andrew the second glass of wine, he went to take it but changed his mind, "I can't drink anymore, I have to drive us home, why don't you take it to Peter, if he says he can't drink it because he's driving, offer him a lift home with us."

Then Andrew kissed me, "Try and think of something nice you can do for him, it's been over a year for him, I'd go crazy if I had to go a week without a little loving from you!" He kissed me again and then slapped my bottom gently, pushing me in Peter's direction.

As I stepped off of the terrace and into the darkness created by the shadow from the terrace I went almost totally blind, if Peter hadn't been smoking I wouldn't have had any idea he was even there. He tried to refuse the wine but took it when I told him that it would make Andy happy to take him home when the party was over. I made him drop his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. Then I made him link arms with me and I took him for a walk down by the lake.

As we walked along I engaged him in conversation about his wife and the state of his current love life. By the time we got to the rose arbour overlooking the lake I knew everything about his sad life since his wife left him, I knew the names of every women that he had tried to get a date with in the past year and a little more than I wanted to know about why his wife left him.

I pushed him into the arbour and began to kiss him, he fought me off, "I can't kiss you, you're married to Andrew, he's one of my employees and I count him as a friend."

"Andy told me to give you a little Christmas fun, everyone has a little inappropriate fun at the office party, it doesn't mean anything."

I eventually managed to get him to calm down and let me kiss him and we were still kissing when the last dance began to play in the ballroom so I didn't get the chance to give Peter the present that Andrew had expected me to give him.

"Fuck it, Come on Peter, you can give me and Andy a hand to tidy up before we take you home."

Andy had already warned me that most people who attended the party would hit the doors as soon as the last waltz started playing, just to stop themselves being roped into tidying up after the party. In the past they had used buildings that had little or no caretaking staff so everything had to be put away and even the floor swept. I had insisted that we paid for the clean-up as part of the venue rental price, so all we had to bother with was the food and the table decorations.

Andy and Peter boxed all the uneaten food while I gathered all of the table decorations, it only took twenty minutes and we were ready to go, Pete took the boxed food out to the boot of our car and while he was gone I stopped Andrew, "How nice do you want me to be to Peter?"

Andrew thought for a moment, then he took my load from my hands, I'll take these to the car, why don't you pop off to the ladies and slip out of your panties?"

"Oh, you want me to be 'THAT' nice to Peter!"

Andrew smiled at me and nodded his head.

When I got out to the car park, the cold north wind whistling right up my Khyber Pass reminded me that I had just dropped my drawers into my handbag for another man at my husband's suggestion. Even though the boot wasn't close to being full, Andy had piled the table decorations up on the front passenger seat so Peter and I had to sit in the back of the car together.

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Peter was already sitting on the right hand side of the car, behind Andrew's seat, as I opened the left rear door and slid into the seat I deliberately flashed Peter a little look at the new, totally denuded me, I was totally turned on so I had to guess that he saw a bright red gash flash out at him from under my dress, I know that my effort wasn't wasted on Andrew, he had seen the flash of bare pussy and red slit and gave me an approving nod.

'Well, that little surprise for my husband had just slipped out of the bag a little' flashed through my mind. I slid across the back seat so that I was next to Peter and I kissed him, he froze, his petrified eyes flashed to the rear view mirror to see if Andrew had seen my kiss.

Andrew said, "Right you kids, relax and have fun back there, remember, this journey is still covered by the rules of the office party, that is to say, 'What happens at the Christmas party, stays between you and Santa Claus!' It's not serious, just a Christmas thing. Okay?" And with that Andrew made an exaggerated gesture to tilt the rear view mirror up to the roof of the car so he couldn't use it to see into the rear of the car.

As soon as Peter realised that Andy couldn't see us, he totally relaxed, well, not totally, there was still one part of his body that was rigid. I slipped my hand over it just to prove to myself that Peter had appreciated the effort I had put into the evening.

We kissed and I whispered, "Can I sit on your knee?"

Peter didn't answer me, he just reached under my armpits and eased me up and slid my bottom over his knees. I adjusted myself slightly, pulling the back of my dress from between my bottom and his knees. I put my mouth to his ear, kissed and then whispered, "Pity your trousers and underpants are in the way."

Peter slipped his hand under the back of my dress and felt my bare arse.

Peter moved his mouth so that he could whisper, "I can't do this to Andrew, he's a great bloke."

I planted a full on kiss in his lips and did a little tongue wrestling with him. I looked out of the window, we were very close to town, Peter had missed his chance for a little free fun, or had he?

"Andrew darling, the journey wasn't long enough for me to give Peter his Christmas present, can I stop over with him and you pick me up in the morning when you take him to fetch his car?"

Peter froze again, the lump pressing into my bottom deflated a little, Andy turned his head slightly so that he was talking over his shoulder, "Well, I'm happy for you to do that if you want to but I was hoping to have a little myself tonight as well!"

I kissed Peter again and then in a loud whisper, "Well Peter, how about you coming home with us so that Andy can have a little fun as well?"

Peter's cock grew so fast under my bottom that it felt like he was trying to eject me from the car, through the roof of the car, James Bond style. I felt Peter's smile form under our kiss, "Okay Andy, new direction, home please!"

I opened my legs as wide as they could go in the restricted space in the back of the car and pulled Peter's hand over and stuffed it under my skirt, "Make me wet for you."

Peter began to explore between my legs, stroking over my freshly waxed pussy mound before he slipped two fingers into my cunt.

Peter drove me way over the simply 'wet for him' stage and I hoped that Andrew was getting a kick out of hearing my petite orgasms under Peter's fingers. When we got home, Andrew parked and went to open the front door so I asked Pete a simple question, "Are you shy?"

"Why?"

"Do you want to go to the guest bedroom with me or are you happy to keep it simple and just bunk in our bedroom with me and Andy?"

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"You think Andrew would be happy sharing his bed with me?"

"He often mentions a few wild things like that when he's about to cum."

"Well, Mrs. Santa, if you think Andrew would be cool with sharing his bed as well as his wife, why shouldn't he have a little Christmas party fun too."

Andrew had opened the front door and was walking back to the car, he and Peter took the leftover food into the store room, it had been out on tables all evening so wouldn't be safe for human consumption but my pigs would recycle it into bacon and sausages over time. I took the table decorations into the house; they would be recycled too in time.

Andrew came into the living room with Peter following closely behind him, "Anyone want a drink before bed?" I asked, Peter took my wrist and led me through the door and up the stairs, Andrew following right behind, "I'll take that as a no then shall I?" I giggled as Peter pushed me through the door and into the bedroom I usually shared exclusively with my husband.

Andrew sat in the recliner chair in the corner of the room and Peter pulled my attention away from him, he was talking to me in a low and sexy voice, thick with emotion and sexual tension, he directed me to undress him, just exactly the way that he wanted me to do it and after he was naked he started to undress me. I was fully naked by the time I got the chance to look over at Andrew and when I did look over, he was totally naked.

Peter took me over and stood me in front of my husband, he wrapped an arm around my waist and held me in place as he pushed my upper body forward until I was in position bending over Andrew as he sat in the recliner. Peter kicked his foot between my ankles to encourage me to open my legs and as soon as I was open enough, he pushed my face into my husband's lap to take his cock in my mouth as he synchronised slipping his cock into my cunt from behind.

My first experience of taking on two men at the same time and my first 'spit roast' too. I wasn't trying to bring Andrew off with my mouth, just give him pleasure, Peter's cock was a bit of a disappointment as it was so much smaller than my husband's but he used it nicely, and as he fucked me he began to explore around 'Back There'. "Your wife feels very tight back here Andrew, haven't you used her 'Special Hole' yet? When my wife was on the rag I always used her other hole to save messing the place up too much."

"Amy's never shown much interest in sex that way so far and she gives me so much, I don't want to push her on the point!"

After Peter filled my cunt from behind I was set free, I pulled Andrew out of the chair and over to the bed where I rode him, cow-girl style. Peter's spunk helped Andy get fully in me faster than he ever had before since our second date and it was the first time that it hadn't hurt while I was getting used to my husband's size.

As Andrew started to fire off inside me, I whispered, "That was the best, we'll have to invite Peter or someone else over again to blaze a pathway for you to follow!" Andy grinned and nodded his head like a stupid school boy. "But not too often darling, I don't want you to get hooked on sharing me all the time."

We slept in a little late in the morning, Peter asked me if I'd put on a little show for him, he wanted me to sit on the recliner in the bedroom, sit there totally naked and masturbate for him to watch. I didn't mind doing it; Andy often liked to watch me finger myself. I spent twenty minutes bucking my way through self-inflicted orgasm after self-inflicted orgasm and Andrew whispered something in Peter's ear, Peter smiled at him and started to masturbate himself, as he rubbed hard he walked over to me, Andrew joined him and then both men let fly over my body at the same moment.

Christmas dinner went without hiccup, Peter was invited to dinner on Christmas evening, just because there was no one at home for him, I had expected to be fucked again but all I got was a lot of kissing and a little finger action from Peter but I did get a good fucking from Andrew after Peter left.

On Boxing Day the phone rang, I picked it up and recognised Mackenzie's voice instantly, "My husband's out back, I'll go and get him for you!"

"No, I've called to talk to you!"

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I hadn't known if Mackenzie's conversation with me at the company's party was just the drink talking or if he really needed my help to try and save the company but either way I hadn't expected to hear anything until after the New Year.

"So, what's on your mind Mackenzie?"

"Well, you remember I asked if you would be willing to look after some unconventional aspects of sales and marketing?"

"Yes."

"And you gave me the impression that you would be willing to do anything to keep Andrew in the company for as long as possible."

"Did I?"

"Well, I may have got that impression while you were on your knees in front of me with my cock in your mouth and fifteen hundred people dancing behind me."

I thought 'God, don't remind me!' but I didn't say that, "So, what can I do for you?"

In the long silence that followed, I wondered if he was ringing me up to say he wanted a replay of the event but with a happier ending this time.

"Well, this isn't a sale we're trying to make, we have a creditor, we owe him fifty grand, we'll be able to pay him on the fifth of January but not before and we're already at eighty-two days of bad debt, twenty-two days over our contracted maximum. Do you see my predicament?"

"No, I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"They have an accountant and he's given me until ninety days to pay or we'll be served with court papers to recover the money. That in of itself wouldn't be a major problem, more a minor irritant and before they could get a bailiff in to seize goods we'd have paid anyway. The problem is, we have over a million pounds worth of debts that are hovering at sixty days, as soon as one creditor takes us to court for payment then the rest will be clamouring for payment at the sixty day point and that would finish us completely."

I went silent for a moment, "I don't have fifty grand to lend you!"

"No my dear, you have something more important than money, the accountant that has the power to cascade us into bankruptcy has a weakness, he likes younger women but being, like me, old, ugly and very boring, he has no chance of getting what he is looking for. I was hoping that I could get a prostitute to pick him up, look after him for a few quid and get a ten day extension on the account."

"Sounds like a good plan, why don't you do that."

"I've tried that tack but he spotted that she was a 'working girl' right off the bat and he could pay for prostitutes every day of the week. He saw you at the office party, he saw us kissing and he saw you on your knees in front of me," there was a very long pause while I processed that information, "You still there Amy?"

"Yes!"

"Well, he was impressed with you, the way you dressed, the way you looked and the way you went to knee for an old bastard like me. He knows Andrew, knows that you're his wife and that got him interested in you."

"So, you just want me to go to bed with him and everything will be saved?"

"Well, that kind of thing but with a slight difference. I told him that I'd be able to get you to come to a party at my place, steer the evening into playing a game like strip poker with us and that I'd stand aside and let him have a try at taking you off to bed."

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"Can I think about it for a while?"

"Sure, take as long as you like, the party is tonight though, I'll ring you back in an hour!"

I hung the phone up and thought about things for a while, then I went to find Andrew. I told Andy the whole story, including what I was doing to his boss while he was looking for me at the party. All he could do was grin at me as I laid it all out for him. "I saw what you were doing to him, got me a bit turned on and that's why I asked you to be nice to Peter, to see if you'd go all the way with another man if I asked you too."

"Well, what do you think?"

"It's up to you darling, if you want to play then I'll even drive you over to his house but if not, then fuck him, I'll get another job eventually."

"What are the prospects out there for production line engineers or managers?"

Andrew got his trade magazine from his study, he was looking for job adverts, there were three adverts for jobs he could apply for, "See, there are three possibilities there!"

"But if your place closes, how many people with your qualifications or better qualifications will be looking for those three jobs?"

"Twelve from our company, five of them are better qualified than me but if we go, the people supplying us would have to contract and that might throw four or five others into the mix."

I sat on the arm of the chair Andy was sitting in thinking it over, "So, it's a no brainer really, if I do this for Mackenzie you could keep your job for a few more years, do you think that the market place would pick up in that time?"

"Bound too darling, they can't let it go on forever."

"And you did tell me that you never wanted to work anywhere else, didn't you?"

Andrew nodded his head and grinned at me before pulling me off of the arm of his chair and down onto his lap, raining kisses down on my face as he shot his hand up under my dress. Andrew was extremely turned on at the thought of me playing strip poker for his boss and his guests.

The phone rang, Andrew said, "I'll get it."

I stopped him, "If I go, do you want to be there too?"

His grin broadened even more and he nodded his head. I eased up off his knee and let him get the phone, "Good morning sir, nice to hear from you, what can I do for you today?"

I left the office and went down to the living room to wait by the telephone down there, I could hear Andrew chatting away on the phone, Mackenzie had to chat for over ten minutes before he could get round to telling Andy that he was phoning for me.

Andrew shouted out loud, "Darling, it's my boss on the phone; he wants to talk to you."

I picked up the phone, "Hi Mr Danvers, how can I help you?"

"It's Mackenzie here."

"Oh, hi, I thought Andy said it was his boss, not God. What can I do for you Mackenzie?"

I realised that Andrew hadn't hung up his phone, he had just muted it, I tapped my nails on the body of the phone so it sounded like Andrew had just placed his phone into its cradle.

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"Good girl, you think fast on your feet, your husband might have been a little suspicious if you were expecting a call from me. So, are you coming over to my place for our little party?"

"How many men are going to be there?"

"Eight or ten."

"And how many am I expected to be 'NICE' too?"

"Well, Gordon Frier, that's a definite, I'd like a little something too if you can bring yourself to do it, the others, only if you feel like it, they are just there to make up the numbers."

I went silent for a while, got the usual, "Amy, are you there?"

"I'll have difficulty getting away from Andy at such short notice; you'll have to invite him to come as well."

"Fine, just bring him if you want too, but I'd have thought that it would be a little hard for you to play if your husband is hanging around."

"Your friend may find it a bigger turn on if he think he is trying to fuck me right under Andy's nose. But you'll have to ask him to come and bring me with him, he'd expect it that way round, say that you've had some guests pull out and suddenly you have an all-male party and need a woman there to dress the room a little, something like that, I'll pass you back to Andrew."

I shouted out loud, "Andy, Mackenzie wants to talk to you again!"

I rattled my nails against my handset again, "You there darling?"

"I've got it darling."

I dropped my handset into its cradle and went to slip into a hot bath. Andrew was on the phone for around fifteen minutes before he came looking for me.

"You should be an actress, you're brilliant at improvisation but if you're mad at Mackenzie, why do you want to go to his party?"

"What makes you think I'm mad at him?"

"Well, people only usually call people by their last names if they are mad at them."

"Isn't Mackenzie his first name?"

"No, his name is Stuart Mackenzie."

"Shit, I've only ever heard you call him Mackenzie when you talk about him here or boss when you see him face to face, do you think he'll think I'm some kind of moron or something?"

"I'm sure that he'd have straightened you out of he was upset at you using his last name like that."

Mackenzie's house was like a palace; his wife was away at their daughter's house, looking after their grandchildren for the night, that explained why the party had been arranged so hastily, just to fit in with an opportunity. After my bath I had started to dress in just a strapless sheath dress with hold-up stockings, no bra or panties under it but that wouldn't have made for a very entertaining game of strip poker so I changed tack, dress, underskirt, basque with suspenders attached, French knickers, very sheer stockings and six inch spike heeled patent leather shoes.

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Mackenzie opened the door to us and I was introduced to the marketing director, the sales director, Andrew's director, the production director, HR director as well as the head of procurement, maintenance and facilities, so there was already eight men, nine counting Andrew and the 'target of the evening still wasn't there yet.

Andrew had been told that Mackenzie had asked me to go to be hostess for the evening, to stand in for his wife as she was away on family duties. We all sat in the drawing room, waiting for the guest of honour to turn up, I slipped into the role of hostess easily, I served everyone a round of drinks while we waited.

When the doorbell sounded, Mackenzie jumped to his feet but I pushed him back into his seat and slipped from the room to answer the door. The man looked a little shocked to see me opening the door, I recognised him from the Christmas party, "Good evening, Mr Mackenzie is expecting me, I'm Gordon..."

"Mr Frier, I recognised you from the Christmas party the other day, do come in."

I leaned in for him to kiss me on the cheeks to welcome him to Mackenzie's house.

As we walked through to the drawing room Gordon said, "I understand that you organised the whole party for Mr Mackenzie."

"No, my husband did his bit; I was just supposed to be helping out. I didn't organise tonight though unfortunately, Mackenzie called on me at the last minute after his wife had to go to their daughter's house at short notice."

I opened the doors to the drawing room and Gordon spotted my husband and almost skidded to a halt. I fetched Gordon a drink and spotted him in a corner with Mackenzie; it looked like Gordon was far from happy that Andrew was included in the party. I could tell that Mackenzie was trying to smooth Gordon's ruffled feathers, trying to assure him that Andrew being there wouldn't unduly alter the potential outcome of the evening.

I fetched the tray of nibbles and returned to the room, "You boys just forget I'm here, get down to whatever business you have to discuss or whatever you were planning to do tonight, I'll just be here to get whatever you need."

The evening started off very slowly, everyone in the room knew why I was there, Andrew knew too but wasn't supposed to know. As they were just discussing things, I slipped from the room, I was regretting the clothing I was wearing, the house was far too warm, Mackenzie had set the furnace far too high, to make an excuse for turning the evening into a strip show of some hind.

Andrew must have been feeling that things weren't progressing as they should, I heard through the door, "I've been trying to talk Amy into doing a little Amateur Dramatics with the Griffin Players in Luton. She has a huge amount of confidence normally but she doesn't think she could act in front of a large group, she's also worried that they might ask her to take a role in that new vanguard play they are putting on, 'The Beach Party', she doesn't think she'd look very good on stage in a bikini."

I took that as my cue to roll back into the room with a bottle of Chablis to see if anyone wanted a refresher. Mackenzie started off with the talk about my burgeoning acting career; I allowed all of the men to pass nice comments about me, especially Gordon before clumsily trying to deflect the conversation away from me. "I love to be the centre of attention, doing things like this, I'm in my element organising things and being on show in the hostess role..."

I was cut short by one of the faceless directors, "You were brilliant at the Christmas party, I don't know many women who could have pulled that party off..."

My turn to cut him off short, "But that was me being me, I'm not so sure that I could pull off playing someone else. And, and I was fully dressed at the party, I've been asked to dress in a bikini, on stage for two hours and in front of six hundred people, not sure I'd be able to carry that off."

There was a very animated discussion about stage, acting, performance and the way people dressed. Andrew had a smile on his face, he had calculated well, turning a party into a game of strip poker accidentally without letting on that I knew exactly what was going to happen would have been hard to stage but now Andrew had given Mackenzie a second string to his bow.

I finished serving the wine and slipped out of the room to fetch another tray of canapés and while I was gone the scope of the conversation turned to Andrew, "How would he feel about his wife performing on stage in just a bikini."

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His reply was, "She looks great in a bikini, she just can't see it herself."

The production director, his immediate superior at the company asked, "What about having six hundred men fantasising about her sexually?"

Andrew's response was instant, "Fantasy is no problem, I see men checking her out in the street when she's fully dressed, I don't have a problem with that."

I walked back into the room just as Mackenzie asked Andrew to try and persuade me to try acting, "I think organising our party is proof enough that she needs something to keep her occupied, you don't want her to get bored and start to wander while you're away on a big project do you?"

Mackenzie looked at my face, I managed to look suitably shocked, I felt my face colour up, perhaps I could be an actress after all.

There was a long discussion, eight strangers and my husband telling me how good I'd be, how I really looked the part and that I could start off in a small way rather than jumping out in front of six hundred men in a skimpy bikini just like that, I could build up to it, do some kind of performance in front of, well, let's say just nine or ten men. I managed to make myself blush again.

Mackenzie got me a stiff treble brandy with a splash of Cola in it and took me into a corner for a private chat, not the chat that the rest of the room thought we were having though.

"Andrew helped us out there a little didn't he? So, slight change of plan, I now want you to perform a striptease for us, just down to bra and panties kind of thing, you know, just to help you to get the feel of what it would be like to act on stage in a bikini. I'll 'big it up', you just agree, the idea will be for you to remain in bra and panties for the rest of the evening, will you be okay with that?" I just nodded my head.

I remained in the corner while Mackenzie explained everything to the guys, "But only if Andrew agrees and only down to bra and panties!"

Andrew looked from one face to the next around the eight men before saying, "I'd like her to get an outside interest and I think she's be great as an actress so I say, if she's okay with it, I'm okay with it too."

A suitable CD was found and popped onto the hi-fi, not the stripper but a CD with dance tracks with a heavy beat that wasn't too fast. I was asked if I could dance to that kind of music, as my hips were already swaying in time to the track I nodded my head and the CD was reset. Mackenzie detailed men to various tasks, two were sent into other rooms to fetch three standard lamps to go with the one already in the drawing room, two men moved the coffee table and then rolled the expensive Chinese rug that was under the coffee table, then the sofas that the men were sitting on were placed together on one side of the room tilted in slightly so that all of the men would be able to see me easily as I danced in the middle of the room.

The shades were removed from the four standard lamps and kitchen foil was fashioned into reflectors to throw the light from the four one hundred and fifty watt bulbs into the middle of the room and on to me.

I wasn't too worried about performing, because of Andrew's love of fucking me in dangerous places, more men than I could count had seen me naked and getting fucked by my husband. I felt far safer here though because everyone watching me were people I knew, all respectable, well, semi respectable businessmen.

As soon as the main lights were turned off and the home made spot lights turned on, all nine men disappeared from my view, the hi-fi was turned on and I began to dance. I just danced up and down throwing my skirt about a little to the first track. I sensed that a little boredom was setting in so I started to unbutton my blouse.

I had opened my blouse and got to the point of flashing my overly generous bust, encased as it was in the rather pretty, lacy basque from Victoria's Secrets' Valentines collection, red lace stitched into little heart shapes onto black silk and the demi-cup trimmed with the same red lace but rushed to make it a little fuller, turning the demi-cup into more like a half cup but with a hell of a lot of skin showing over the top. The party only got one flash of my basque at the end of the second track.

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The opening bars of the third track saw me shucking my blouse and throwing it towards my husband but actually hitting Gordon who was sitting right next to him. I danced and pranced, turned and twirled to the third track and as it was coming to an end, I unzipped my skirt and turned my back on the men and held that pose until the fourth track started.

I dropped my skirt to the floor during the starting phrases of the fourth track and danced around in my underskirt, turning my back on the guys and dropping my underskirt to the floor at the end and again, freezing until the fifth track started and I turned to face the group wearing just stockings, basque and French knickers. I danced until the end if that track and then said, "This is it guys, I could take my stockings off if you like but this is my bra and panties, sorry."

There was a low mumble and grumble between the men, Andrew stepped in and whispered in my ear, I shook my head and Andy leaned in and whispered again. I made my face turn red once again and Andrew turned to the audience. "My wonderfully beautiful wife is going to carry on for another three tracks, she will take off her stockings during the first, dance around in close proximity to us during the second track but no touching please, then she will remove her basque during the third track, I have to turn the lights off as soon as her basque drops to the floor. Is that okay for everyone?" There was an unequivocal agreement from everyone watching us and the muttering and moaning stopped.

Andrew went to the doorway where the main switch to the five amp lighting circuits were hidden in a small wooden panel set into the door frame, four switches, one for each side of the room. Track six started over again and I began to dance around, I had to remove both stockings as I danced to the four minute long track but realised that it would be difficult to take them off while standing up so I lay on the floor and gyrated around on the floor as I slowly rolled my stockings down.

The French knickers, having very baggy leg-holes, did give the men several flashes of my denuded pussy mound and more as I rolled around but they were only quick flashes. As the track ended, I lay face down on the floor and took a few seconds to breathe and try and get the smile off of my face and I had to try and get my face to redden slightly, thinking very sad thoughts didn't just redden my face but brought tears to my eyes too.

Andrew had turned all of the lights off during the dead area between tracks, turning the room totally dark. The seventh track started with a single drum beat, Andy turned the lights on and then off again, there was a delay and then another drum beat Andrew turned just the lights in front of me on and off again and the track started in earnest and just the lights behind me went on.

I was only lit from the back but it meant that the men were also lit up, close up dancing, what the hell did that mean, I danced over to the end of the line, I think it was the marketing guy first in that line, I had to gyrate right in front of him, suddenly the lights went out for a moment and in the darkness I was groped by him.

When the lights went back on I jumped away from him and scowled over in Andrew's direction where he was standing unseen in the darkness. I danced and skipped to the other end of the line, danced up to the facilities manager, one leg either side of his knees as if I were about to sit down but it was just supposed to be a tease. Andy turned the lights off again and I was pulled down and kissed on the lips by the facilities manager, as the lights turned back on I was still sitting on his knee, he had my lipstick smudged on his lips. I jumped up and danced away again, then it was Gordon's turn.

I turned my back, bent over and wiggled my bottom in his face, as soon as the lights went out his hand was inside the leg hole of my French knickers and three of his fingers were buried into my quim. Andrew left the lights off a little longer and I had jumped away from Gordon before the lights turned back on.

I danced back to the other end of the line; Mackenzie was the next man for me to dance close too. I looked back at Gordon; he was sniffing his fingers as I gyrated in front of Mackenzie. The lights went off and I was pulled onto Mackenzie's lap, he didn't touch me but whispered in my ear, "Good girl, keep it going."

The lights came back on and I pulled away from Mackenzie, I knew the track was close to its end so I headed for the production director and was dancing for him when the track ended and the lights went off again. Two hands full of my tits grabbed roughly through my basque and he managed to pinch my nipples before all four lights went back on as track eight started playing.

The basque was quite difficult to remove; it had a line of hooks and eyes to fasten the two sides together down the back. The very first time I wore it, Andrew had to fasten it and hold it in place while I adjusted lacing points on the front to achieve the desired shape I wanted and then the laces were tied off, every time after that, I would put it on back to front, fasten the hooks and then turn it and wriggle back into it, taking it off was a reversal usually, pull it down from my chest and turn to open it.

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I couldn't do that and keep up an appearance of the demur, modest housewife, so I danced back to the line of men and allowed one hook to be unfastened by one man, I repeated that along the line, allowing the men that didn't get a private dance to start the process.

It all turned out quite well, just as the eighth track was coming to an end, Gordon unfastened the final hook and I danced away from him fast. The final beats of the track were playing out, I was holding the basque against my breasts and shaking my upper body as I leaned in towards the men, as the track ended I dropped the basque, exposing my breasts for a few seconds while Andrew turned the standard lights off.

When the main lights were turned back on I was holding my blouse across my chest. There was wild applauds from the men and especially from my husband, Mackenzie and Gordon. Mackenzie suddenly panicked a little, he thought that I was about to put my blouse back on, "Amy, come with me my dear!" I was pulled from the room and out into the hallway. "You can't put that blouse back on."

"Well, what do you suggest?"

"A scarf!"

"What, a head scarf? Or a blindfold so I can go topless and not see you guys looking at me?"

I stood there while Mackenzie ran up to the bedrooms, he returned with a thong and a red chiffon headscarf, "The scarf is my wife's and the thong belongs to my daughter, she isn't as big as you but try them on anyway."

I was left alone in the hallway to work out how to dress for the rest of the evening and Mackenzie returned to the room. I heard him say, "Okay guys, I couldn't find a bra that was suitable for Amy so she's trying to make one from a headscarf and the only panties I could find are way too small for her but, just remember, if you make her feel uncomfortable, Andrew will insist his wife gets dressed properly."

I realised that was all for Gordon and Andrew's benefit, although I'm sure Mackenzie would have been very different if he had known that Andrew was in on what was planned. I made the headscarf into a kind of bra; it didn't need to support my breasts as I was still very firm on top even though it had been a year or more since I stopped the hard labour on the farm. I had tried to keep up with an exorcise regime including the perennial, "I must, I must, I must improve my bust!" That we girl's learned at school.

The thong was very small, very skimpy and fortunately brand new, I could still feel the starch in the material and the plastic film was still stuck to the gusset. I grabbed a tray of food and entered the room as gingerly as I could act. I was shivering but not from the cold, as I passed the food around I could hear all kinds of comments that weren't meant for me or Andrew to hear. The red scarf was totally see through so I may as well have left it off, the point was though, it looked like I thought I was covered up by it.

Comments like, "Fucking hell, they can't be natural, there isn't an inch of sag in them" and "She may as well not be wearing that scarf, it hides nothing at all" and the most worrying comment, "If she bends over that thong will disappear inside and we'll all see pussy lips on display."

I was walking as carefully as I possibly could for two reasons, one was because the thong was cutting into my cunt and the other was because 'THE THONG WAS CUTTING INTO MY CUNT!' Every step brought me closer and closer to an orgasm and every eye in the room was waiting for me to either stumble, trip or fall or even to just shiver through to an orgasm right there in the middle of the room.

I was asked for more wine, I teetered to the door very slowly, then once the door was closed behind me I pulled the thong's gusset to one side and ran to the kitchen. I used a sheet of kitchen roll dipped in iced water to wipe down my neck and upper chest and then a dry sheet to dry off, then I grabbed a fresh bottle of wine and ran back to the door, stopping to pull the gusset back into place before walking slowly into the room. What I didn't know though was that while I was out of the room the guys set me up a little, Andrew had popped off to the toilet, probably to masturbate over the way I was dressed.

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It was Andrew's boss that started the new ball rolling, "Hey Amy, what would you do if you got a part in a play that called for you to kiss another member of the cast?"

I shrugged my shoulders as carefully as I could so that the knot holding the scarf in place didn't slip and let my tits fall out. There was a discussion between Andrew and the rest of the men, after I had finished filling all of the glasses, Andy said, "You know they're right Amy darling, there will come a time when you have to fake a love scene with some total stranger, and even if you don't have a problem doing it, it might make me jealous."

"Well, if you're not sure and I'm not sure, why am I going through all of this?"

"Well, I mean, it's a huge step, we've only been married for less than a year, how do I know how I'll feel about you making love to another man in front of everyone, Mr. Frier made the point, you should feel perfectly safe in here and so should I, so, if you rehearse a love scene in here with us, we'll both get to see how we feel!"

I stood there with the empty bottle in my hand for a moment, "And who is going to be the stranger who I practice with?"

I was looking directly into my husband's eyes to see if he would chose his boss or Mackenzie, see how much of a 'Brown noser' he was but before he could answer Mackenzie stepped in, "You should draw a name out of a hat Amy, what do you think about that?"

I looked around the room, Gordon looked disappointed and the rest of the men just looked resigned to my fate. Mackenzie ripped a sheet of paper into nine small squares and handed them around to everyone, then he took Andrew's paper off of him again, "Making out with you wouldn't be anything unusual for Amy would it?"

"Hey boss, no fair, that's worse than telling me I can't have pudding if I didn't eat all of my broccoli!"

I watched Mackenzie write out his paper and folded it before dropping it into a snack bowl; I carried the bowl from man to man so they could drop their names into the bowl too. I did spot Mackenzie write on my husband's paper before folding it up and pinching it between two fingers so he could palm it at some time.

I was back at Mackenzie's side with the bowl and he stirred the eight names with the hand that he had palmed the extra sheet into; it crossed my mind that if Mackenzie wanted to rig the draw, just having two copies of his name in the pot wasn't exactly the best way to do it. I picked out the name and before I could open it Mackenzie had it in his hand, "And the winner is, drum roll please!"

I saw the palm take place, very subtle and I guessed that I was the only one to see it, so, Mackenzie had gone from around a twenty percent chance of making out with me to a one hundred percent chance.

I grinned at Andy as the paper was unfolded, "Gordon Frier!" The others all clapped as if it were a real surprise. One sofa was moved into the middle of the room, the four altered standard lamps were placed into an ark across the front of the sofa. Gordon moved in close as I stood feeling totally stupid. The main lights were turned off and Gordon was told to 'Pick me up'.

As the standard lamps were turned on, they blinded out the rest of the room from Gordon and me. In one way it did make it easier for me to improvise being picked up at a party. I had a drink handed to me, I thought it was a generous glass of white wine but when I sipped at it, it was neat Vodka. I went with the flow, allowed Gordon to pick me up; he kissed me and then invited me to sit with him.

It took only five minutes of kissing before I agreed to sit on his lap, he had my tits uncovered in ten minutes and my thong off in twenty more. Andrew eventually called a halt to the improvisation session when Gordon brought me to an orgasm with his fingers in my totally exposed cunt.

The main lights went on and the standard lamps were turned off, I was still coming down from my climax and still totally naked when Andrew pulled me off of Gordon's knee. The words, "Why don't you get dressed!" were not only not said but they weren't shouted out loud, everyone wanted me to remain totally naked for as long as possible.

Andy slapped my bottom playfully and said, "Hey baby, go see if there is any pudding in the kitchen."

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As I walked into the hallway Gordon was talking to Mackenzie, "I hope that wasn't the end of my playtime in there, good, but not good enough to stop me calling in the debt on Monday, not so far anyway."

I felt a little awkward as I wandered around a stranger's house in just my black spike heeled shoes. I found cheese cake in the big fridge, something that I knew was Andrew's favourite kind of pudding. I could hear a lot of raucous laughter and chanting and clapping from the drawing room as I portioned the cake up into nine, almost equal, portions.

By the time I got to the drawing room with the tray of puddings the men were all engaged in a drinking game, Andrew had drunk four or five large glasses of wine, probably the equivalent to two bottles on his own and now he and the rest of the men were drinking brandy shots, followed by vodka shots and then tequila shots.

I noticed that Mackenzie and Gordon were standing away from the drinking game, once the rest of the men were well and truly drunk, Mackenzie gestured in my direction, "Okay Gordon, go and take your prize, you're the winner." Gordon came over to me, took the tray of puddings off of me and then led me by the hand out of the room.

I was taken up to one of the many bedrooms on the first floor, Mackenzie had told him to use a certain bedroom and as I stepped off of the top tread of the stairs I looked back, Mackenzie was already following us.

It was midnight when Gordon laid me naked on Mackenzie's spare bed, the door was left open so that Mackenzie could watch as I, singlehandedly, saved his company and with it, my husband's job. At two o'clock Gordon finished fucking me, he just couldn't get hard one more time, he had delivered three cunt's full of semen during his two hour fuck-fest and now it was Mackenzie's turn while Gordon watched us.

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Helping my Husband to get on pt 2

I was still naked at six o'clock in the morning when I went looking for my clothes; the thong was missing, probably in Gordon Frier's trophy cabinet by now, I didn't care about that though because the thong wasn't mine, but finding my basque and French panties were missing did!

Andrew was sleeping off his drinking session from the night before, he was on one of the couches in the drawing room and the production director was sleeping on another. I shook Andrew awake and as he woke up, his boss did too, his boss gave me a huge cheesy grin because I was totally naked and because my neck looked like I had been in a gentian violet explosion from the two men biting my neck.

As Andrew had been so drunk the night before I decided to find some food in the kitchen to cook up for breakfast. As soon as I started the bacon frying in the kitchen, men started to come round all over the house and they all congregated in the kitchen, it took an age to cook them all breakfast, Gorgon had gone home but he was the only one who had left the party early.

Mackenzie sent Andrew for a walk to the local shop for a bottle of milk, even though I knew that the fridge had three unopened pints in the second compartment, the smaller of the fridge areas in the huge American appliance. As soon as Andrew was clear of the drive I was dragged off to the bedroom again and with the exception of Mackenzie, they all fucked me, not slow and loving, in fact they were all standing around urging the one fucking me to be faster. They seemed to be fucking me in a strict order of seniority, starting with the production Director as he was Andrew's immediate boss.

The facilities manager just finished filling my pussy as Andrew walked back in through the back door. I slipped into the shower to wash the smell of seven men off of me and the seed of seven men out of my cunt. Andrew stripped off and joined me in the shower, he eased into me from behind and I winced in pain, I had taken eight different men, not one of them could match Andrew for size but they had fucked me so often over the previous eight hours that I was rubbed sore. I was very sore but I couldn't deny Andy his pleasure, after all, I was his to fuck, I could have said no after Mackenzie had finished fucking me if I hadn't been so greedy.

On his first day back at work after the Christmas holiday, Andy came home at eleven o'clock in the morning, the grin on his face was broader than if he was watching me masturbate in a public place, if that was possible.

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"I've had a bit of good news today Amy darling!"

Andy waved a sheet of paper in my face; it took me four attempts to snatch the dancing paper out of his hand.

"When we got in to work this morning everyone had meetings with their directors, everyone said it was the big bad news coming, I was the first one in, only just got out of the meeting and I have to pack a bag, I'm off to Ashford in Kent to close the factory down."

I read the letter, promotion to special projects manager, a five thousand pound a year pay rise and the need to travel for his company. "I've got to meet with the unions and works reps this afternoon so I have to get on the road as soon as possible."

I kissed him, "Congratulations darling, so, what do you think the others are being told at their meetings?"

"I don't know; Peter Danvers was being called in as I was leaving, I didn't even get the chance to tell him my good news."

Andy was packing his bag when his mobile phone rang. After the conversation he came back into the living room where I was waiting with a light lunch for him to eat before he got on his way. "Peter's gone, they made him redundant after fifteen years, they are paying him for the next three months but basically he called me from the bus stop, he had to hand back his car and everything, everyone at his level have been made redundant with immediate effect, I've been promoted and three at my grade have been made redundant too."

The news about Andy's promotion came as a total shock to him, not to me of course as I had a hand in that promotion or rather, I had another body part in his promotion, closer to the tops of my legs rather than the ends of my arms.

"I really wish I had time for a fuck, I'm going to miss you but I'll be back on Friday night, you'd better rest well all day Thursday so you'll be ready for an all-nighter on Friday."

As Andrew put his case in the boot of his car I noticed a car drive past the end of the long drive, any car would be out of place passing my farm late in the morning but this one really stood out, a gleaming Rolls Royce Phantom 'V'. As Andrew was kissing me goodbye I saw it again, passing from the other direction, then, as Andrew left, the Rolls Royce was holding back, I could see its roof over the hedgerow of my neighbour's field as Andrew turned out of the lane going away from the Rolls.

I stopped on the doorstep, I expected the Rolls to come down my drive once Andy was away, in my mind, either Mackenzie or someone he had sent to collect 'payment' for my husband's promotion and salvation from the scrapheap of redundancy. I didn't recognise the driver as the car whispered to a halt just in front of me. The back seat was empty so it was definitely the driver that was coming to see me. Once he was out of the car I realised that he was in uniform and he was carrying a package. "Compliments of Mr Mackenzie madam it's a little gift for you and an invitation to join him for lunch today. He wondered if you might wear his gift to lunch!"

"What time does he want to meet me and where?"

"If madam is willing to acquiesce to his request, Mr Mackenzie has instructed me to wait for you and drive you to the meeting place."

The package contained pure silk stockings, the kind with the double toe and heel as well as the seam up the back, a set with emerald green thong and suspender belt, both in silk, very expensive and an emerald green wrap-over dress, the kind that has a plunging neckline and back...very short, the bottom hem was way above the knee and only held together with a simple belt around the waist.

There was no bra in the package so I guessed that Mackenzie didn't want me to wear one but there were a pair of six inch spike heeled shoes in shiny black patent leather.

"I need to take a quick shower, you want to come in and wait?"

"That won't be necessary madam; I'll look to the car while I'm waiting but thank you very much for the offer."

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I ran to my bedroom, stripped off, then, before I stepped into the shower I looked out of the window, the driver was cleaning the chromium trim around the outside of the car with a special cleaning milk and a soft cloth and the Phantom 'V' has a hell of a lot of chromium trim, including a radiator grill and surround that you could use to do your makeup in.

I showered, did my hair and makeup and then dressed in only what Mackenzie had sent for me, when I walked out of the front door the chauffeur did a double take in the reflection he was working on in the car's radiator grill, then he turned and did another double take. "May I say madam; Mr Mackenzie has made a perfect choice!"

"The clothes?"

"Both madam, definitely you and the clothes, they're just the icing on the cake."

The back door of the car was opened and I was invited to sit on the massive leather seat, Mackenzie seemed to have a thing for emerald green, the rear area of the limo was a sea of emerald green leather and pure white lambs-wool carpeting. I felt like I was camouflaged in the back of the car, all the driver could make out in his rear view mirror would be an acre of my cleavage, thighs and arms, the rest of me would have melded into the surroundings in the back of the car.

I was driven to the best hotel in town, well, hell, the only hotel in town but it was a good hotel as they go. I was escorted from the car to the hotel reception, Mackenzie was out with his customer but they were expected back at any moment, the hotel receptionist phoned Mackenzie's cell phone number and he said for me to be given a drink in the bar and that they were on their way in.

I ordered a champagne cocktail and settled down on a barstool to wait and see what would happen when Mackenzie came in, at least there were only the two of them this time, or possibly three if I counted the driver and I would gladly count him as he was so dishy and so, so respectful.

I took the first sip from my glass and saw a man leave the conference room, the hotel had some kind of convention going on, I guess they got about eighty percent of their turnover from conferences, conventions and training sessions in their various conference rooms, the man had the look of an Arab or Greek man about him, black, oily hair, a full head and a healthy moustache above his top lip. His suit was either Oxford Street or Armani, very expensive, very flash, I watched him smile in my direction, he jerked his arms out in front of himself and twisted his head from side to side, 'Dell Boy' flashed in my mind, Dell Boy from Only Fools and Horses, only a more Mediterranean version.

The front door of the hotel opened and I looked in that direction, expecting it to be Mackenzie and his customer but it wasn't. "Hello darling, can I buy you a drink?" A hot sweaty hand rubbed over my bare shoulder, I didn't need to look to know that the voice, thick with accent, asking me if I wanted a drink, was the guy that I would have to call 'Dell Boy' for ever more. No one minds being offered a drink, a man approaching you in a bar would be a kind of confirmation that you looked good, a confidence booster, a compliment even but Dell Boy had taken one step too far when he rubbed his sweaty hand over my shoulder and down over the bare skin between my shoulder blades.

Mackenzie walked into the hotel at the point that Dell Boy sank to his knees in front of me, not quite an act of worship or homage, more a desperate attempt to get a breath into his lungs, my knee only had to move a few inches to make solid contact with his balls, not even enough movement to spill the drink that I was still sipping.

I took a napkin from a stack on the bar and wiped my shoulder, then I stepped out from in front of the bar just as Dell Boy fell forward against my stool. Mackenzie introduced me to Tom Woodford; I was apparently a Marketing Associate at MS & D Quality Products, it was news to me but I had to play along with Mackenzie's ruse. "...And the first time I saw her, she put one of our Production Managers on the sick for two days, not usually a good start to an interview, I had to review the security tape and he had touched her in exactly the same way that the guy on his knees by the bar just did, mind you, that time ended happily, they married a year ago, not sure what she'll have to do with the guy on the floor over there."

I saw Mackenzie wink at me and smile, "Now Amy, what did I tell you last time?"

I picked up on the joke, "You told me that if I break any more of your employees you'll have to sack me. But boss, he's not one of your employees so I thought it would be okay to just give him a playful tap."

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Mackenzie helped Dell Boy to his feet and dusted off his knees of imaginary fluff for him. "Amy, I think you should kiss the nice man better and make friends."

Usually Dell Boy could only expect more of the same treatment from me for touching me without an invitation but I could see that Mackenzie was setting some kind of stage for me and Tom Woodford. I held out my arms to Dell Boy and he stepped into my arms, I kissed him, not just a quick peck, a full on kiss, I even gave him a little rub better, not openly, I used my hand that neither Tom or Mackenzie could see, Dell's face lit up as I rubbed his aching balls through his trousers.

Mackenzie turned to Tom, "Do you think we should invite him to have lunch with us as a form of compensation for his injury?"

Tom laughed, "From the look on his face, the kiss and hug was compensation enough."

Dell Boy almost ran for the door back to the conference rooms and Tom, Mackenzie and I were escorted to a table in the dining room. Because we were a little late to lunch the only table available was tucked away, close to the passageway leading to the toilets.

We talked a lot as we ate, very little business, just a lot of 'getting to know each other' kind of stuff. The hotel's restaurant was emptying as we ate our main course and by the time we ordered our sweets we were the last three in the room, still tucked away by the passageway to the toilets, we even saw the waiting staff leave until there was just one left to clear our table and make our coffee if we asked for it.

Tom got a little bolder in his conversation, then he said, "So, Amy, you're in Marketing, does that mean that you show customers what they want to see?"

"Pretty much, why, what do you want to see?"

Tom smiled over at Mackenzie, then he turned back to me, "Well, I can think of two things I'd like to see right here!" Tom exaggerated the act of looking from my eyes and down to the slash of white flesh plunging down the front of my dress.

I let my eyes flick over to Mackenzie, he wasn't looking at me though, he had pushed his seat back a little and was leaning backwards to see where the one waiter left working was, then he nodded his head at me, I looked back at Tom, his eyes were looking at mine again, he raised his eyebrows and then looked back at my cleavage again. I took a hold of both sides of my dress and pulled the top open, exposing my breasts in front of Tom. His jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out, "Fucking hell, I thought you had a bra on, how the hell do those things hold themselves up like that?"

Mackenzie pulled his seat back under the table and I put my tits away just as the waiter turned the corner and started to collect our dishes, Mackenzie ordered coffees for the three of us and two brandies, one for him and one for Tom and he ordered a Brandy and Champagne cocktail for me.

As soon as the waiter left us with our drinks Tom turned his attention back to me again, "So Amy, what else are you willing to show to a potential customer?"

Again I looked at Mackenzie, Tom did too, Mackenzie just shrugged his shoulders, my hand was already on the bow that was holding my dress closed when the waiter suddenly turned the corner, his sudden appearance made me jump, "Will that be all sir or can I get you something else?"

Mackenzie told him that we wouldn't need anything else and that if we needed more drinks we'd move to the bar area. The waiter had his hand behind his back and in his hand he already had our bill, "Could you sign this for me then please sir?"

Mackenzie signed the bill and dropped a ten pound note onto the dish by way of a tip. The waiter almost ran back to his till and grabbed his coat and ran for the door. Tom turned back to me, "Well, what are you willing to show me next?" I found the free end of the bow holding my dress closed and pulled it, I opened the front of my dress totally, "Stand up!" I stood up, "Hold your dress behind your back and turn around for me, let me see your arse."

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I did a three sixty turn at the side of the table, pulling the back of my dress right out of the way so that Tom and Mackenzie could get a good look at my bottom with the dental floss string cutting between my bum cheeks that was the rear of the thong that Mackenzie had sent for me to wear.

When I was back facing Tom again, I pulled the front of my dress closed, I didn't pass the belt through the small hole in the side seam to tie it closed again, I just sat holding the front closed with my hands.

Tom held out his hand to Mackenzie, "Do you have the contract and the key to your room?"

Both were passed over to Tom.

"Why don't Amy and I just pop up to the room and do a little business and then I'll sign the contract."

Mackenzie stood up and said, "I'll send my car and the driver back for you in two hours." then we all went out to the bar and as Tom guided me through it and on towards the lift, Mackenzie handed Tom a bottle of Moet & Chandon's 1990 vintage Dom Perignon champagne and two glasses to take up to his penthouse suit with us.

I was a little shocked and surprised that Mackenzie was willing to go back to work for the afternoon and leave Tom Woodford and me at the hotel to play alone, I felt sure that he would want his fun too but I followed Tom and the champagne up to the top floor of the hotel.

Tom sat in the comfortable chair in the hotel bedroom, he asked me to strip off totally for him and do a little naked dance. He did open the champagne and let me take a glass full before I had to start to perform for him but he didn't pour a glass for himself. Once I was naked and had danced for him for twenty minutes he asked me to sit on the foot of the bed and show him how I masturbated myself.

I started out sitting up as I masturbated but soon had to lie on my back as I began to climax, Tom kept encouraging me to rub harder, push my fingers in deeper, push more fingers in. Tom was doing such a good job of driving me on that I soon passed any point of masturbation that I had ever taken myself, to the point that I actually squirted for the first time in my life.

I stopped rubbing and sat up, Tom had his trousers open and was rubbing his own cock slowly, he beckoned me over to him, pushed me down onto my knees in front of him and then pulled my face down over his cock, pushing his cock into my mouth and I began to suck his dick for him.

Tom began to wriggle around in his seat and got into a position where he was bent over my back as I ministered to his cock with my mouth, I felt the ice cold neck of the champagne bottle being rubbed around my lower area until he managed to get me and the bottle lined up and eased the neck of the bottle into my cunt.

Tom trapped the bottle between his feet and then he sat back in the seat and started to push me backwards and forwards so that I was riding the champagne bottle as well as sucking his cock. I began to orgasm all over again and that made me suck on Tom's cock all the harder. I thought that Tom was about to cum in my mouth when he suddenly pushed my mouth away from his cock to stop himself shooting off.

"Grip the bottle and stand up!" I clenched my vaginal muscles as hard as I could but as I tried to stand up, the bottle stopped on the floor, I tried over and over again but as the bottle had only lost one glass full of liquid there was no way I could possibly pick it up off the floor with just my very slippery labia and inner muscles.

After fifteen attempts Tom stopped me, he moved me over to the bed and said, "I'll be back in twelve months time to renegotiate the contract, you should try to get your cunt muscles in as good a shape as your arms, shoulders and upper body muscles, if you can pick up a bottle off the floor like that, your husband will thank me for many years to come and I might give Stuart Mackenzie a five year contract next time if you can pick up a full bottle."

I lay on the bed expecting Tom to cover my body with his but he didn't, he picked up the bottle and came over to me, he poured a trickle of the champagne over my ginger pussy hair and down between my labia before licking me clean and driving me to a climax. As he started to move his body I thought again, here it comes, he wasn't a big man, just below average I guess but after so many climaxes from masturbation of various kinds I was looking forward to being filled with cock at last but again I was wrong.

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Tom got off the bed and looked through the double glass doors of the room that led out onto the balcony, "Have you ever seen your city from up here?"

"No!"

Tom fetched a bathrobe and slid the door open, stepping out onto the balcony. He spread the bathrobe on the floor and called me to join him on the balcony.

"If anyone looks up from the street they'll see me."

"People could have seen you in the dining room when you put on your little show for me. I thought you were going to cooperate with me and show me whatever I wanted to see this afternoon, well, I want to see you out here."

I went over to the door and looked out, trying to evaluate the danger of being seen by someone in the street or other buildings around. The hotel was only five stories tall but it was still the tallest building in that part of town so the only real danger was from someone on the opposite side of the road looking up.

Tom got me to lay on the robe on my back and he fetched the champagne again, he adjusted my position so that my feet were pressing against the open metal bars of the balcony's balustrade with my knees bent bringing my cunt really close to the bars. He held the bottle by its base and eased it between the balustrade and my pussy lips, he pushed the bottle in me and began to fuck me with the bottle.

As the bottle was still almost full it started to foam up as soon as he began shaking the bottle inside of me. Champagne began to force its way between bottle neck and labia but Tom kept pushing the bottle in further, harder, trying to keep all that champagne sealed inside of my body. The pressure building up in my vaginal cavity and womb began to feel uncomfortable but Tom still brought me off with a violent climax that turned into a champagne volcano as soon as he pulled the bottle from my cunt.

I showered the street below with a torrent of foaming champagne and as it was still firing from my body Tom forced himself on top of me and fucked me with champagne still leaking from my womb via my cervix. Tom left his deposit of semen inside my belly and then quickly withdrew and began to masturbate me violently causing me to spurt jet after jet over the edge of the balcony into the street just like the champagne a few minutes before.

Tom helped me to my feet and before stepping back into the bedroom, I looked out into the street, Mackenzie's car was parked below the balcony, it had missed out on the champagne fountain but had arrived in time to get my spurting all over its roof.

Tom and I showered together and then as I dressed, Tom signed the contract and handed it to me to take back to Mackenzie. I left Tom in the hotel room and went down to Mackenzie's driver who was waiting in the hotel's reception. He walked out ahead of me to the car and stopped in his tracks when he saw the wet roof and windscreen, he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and was about to wipe the windscreen with it but stopped short, he sniffed and said, "I think there must be children in one of the rooms above, they seem to have done something over the car."

He put his handkerchief back into his pocket still dry and helped me into the car.

"Mr Mackenzie asked me to take you into the office if you are agreeable."

I nodded my head and the car whispered off towards the factory and the loudest sound in the car was the pump spraying the windscreen with water to wash my piss off of it.

I was taken through the main factory, there were eight separate production lines making eight different products. Or should I say, seven lines working and one line that was silent. The women off of the silent line were all just standing around chatting, that line wasn't moving, nothing was being made but the chattering of fifty women meant that it was far from silent.

As I walked past one of the older women stopped me, she touched my arm and then apologised, "Did he sign?"

"What do you mean?"

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"We're all waiting here so see if we have a job after today or if we're all being sent home!"

The woman was the union shop steward for the girls on the line that was under threat. So she knew more than most how badly the recession was affecting the company and she had more reasons than most to keep the plant running as near to full capacity as possible as her daughter and granddaughter were working on the same production line as her, so three generations of the same family were facing redundancy.

I was introduced to the union rep's daughter and granddaughter, just to emphasise how much her family had riding on this one contract, her granddaughter took me to one side, "We're willing to do anything, absolutely anything, just to keep everyone working for another year and hope the upturn comes before it's too late for us all!"

I handed the contract over to Mackenzie and he phoned Peter Danvers at home and told him to come back in to work, then he phoned the factory floor and spoke to the line foreman for the idle line and told him to get the girls to start stripping out the line ready for a reconfiguration. I heard the sound of fifty women cheering over the sounds of a busy factory.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I don't really know very much about Tom Woodford, some people think he can be a little weird, my driver thinks he may have pissed over my car from the hotel balcony after you finished with him."

"No, he was a little kinky but he was fine."

"Well, I feel a little guilty, after all, you have singlehandedly saved fifty jobs here today and got a temporary reprieve for Peter Danvers because the new contract will need a production line redesign, I just hope he knows the line as well as Andrew did."

"Was that line Andrew's line?"

"Yes, up until this morning, Andrew was in charge of that line and the fifty women working on it, they've been more like a family than work colleagues over the last few years. We didn't tell Andrew that his line was about to close when we gave him his promotion, we thought he'd rather resign to show solidarity with his team than keep working for us if he knew all of his girls were about to be laid off. They were all told to go home earlier today but they all hung around on the off chance that we'd get the new contract."

"Did they know what my part in the negotiations were?"

"I told them that I'd left you at the lunch with the prospective customer trying to schmooze the contract out of him any way you could."

"Well, Andrew will be happy that Peter's got a reprieve out of this."

"I have a delegation coming in from Holland in two days time, three men with a lot of money to spend, not sure how I'll wangle it, there are people out there more desperate than me for their business and who have backers with deeper pockets than me willing to buy in work just to keep a production line running. You're brilliant and sexy but even you can't take on three customers and keep them happy can you?"

"I can't but there may be others around here that would be interested in helping, let me have a think about it and see what I can come up with."

Pt 2, 5,164 Words.

Total 25,714 words.

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