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Published : 10 February 2020

Lime Kilns
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Exhibitionism

I'd been volunteering at the village library for ten years before it closed under government cutbacks. I'd been teaching the elderly and unemployed people how to use computers, I wasn't a qualified teacher, I was actually just a gifted computer engineer who didn't want to travel for work after having my three children so I just volunteered around the village and small local towns.

At around the same time as the library closed so did the Lime Kilns public house. The brewery had put in a planning application to knock the pub down and build executive housing on the site...it was then that the brewery discovered that the pub had been designated as an essential local amenity by the local council so it couldn't be demolished to build anything that wasn't classed as a local amenity. The MD of the brewery was hopping mad but wouldn't back down, he wouldn't allow the pub to re-open and he refused to board over the windows and doors while the building lay empty so it would become a target for vandals and the undesirable...it had never worked before but the Brewery's boss hoped that as the building fell into dereliction, the local council would remove the planning restriction and allow the building to be demolished and the plot filled with ten luxury houses that would cost a million pounds each to buy...netting the brewery around five million pounds profit on a pub that was only worth one hundred thousand pounds on today's market.

I'd been out of the village loop since the library closed, I still helped people on an individual basis but never got to hear the local news that used to circulate around the library which was really a central hub to the whole community. I'd been further out of the village loop after catching a bad case of influenza at a time when every cough and snivel was treated with suspicion that it could be the new Corona Virus so I'd been in self imposed quarantine in my house for five weeks, the three that I was ill and two further weeks to ensure that I couldn't pass anything on.

After five weeks of climbing the walls at home, as soon as my self imposed isolation ended, I made a run for the bus into town...it wasn't that I needed anything...just that I needed to get out.

I met Bill Patterson waiting at the bus stop, he was heading into town as well, Bill was a hedonist, fifty-five years old, former steel worker and took early retirement on a full pension when the steel works closed...sorry, not closed, just mothballed until the price of steel stabilised and started to climb once again. Bill was heading to town for the pub, the betting shop and the 'Gentlemen's Club'. There was still a pub in our village but it opened infrequently and when it did, the beer was grossly over priced, so Bill could get his drink but there wasn't a betting shop or a 'Gentleman's Club' where Bill could get...well, whatever men get at a 'Gentlemen's Club', I had little real idea what happened inside after the men had paid their fifteen pounds per visit.

I greeted Bill as I approached but he was distracted, something over at the Lime Kilns pub was drawing his attention, I didn't know if I dare look, the last time I saw the pub it had been sprayed with graphic graffiti, obscene words and naive anatomical pictures sprayed over its front wall.

I took a deep breath and looked across the road, there was a large group of people outside the front door of the pub, people who were all dressed smartly, one man had a chain of office around his shoulders, he was the Mayor of the local town. I watched a man, with what looked like a softball bat in his hand, shuffle in front of the Mayor, the end of the bat was pushed close to the Mayor's face as another man moved in with a massive camera on his shoulder with the 'BBC News' logo on its side.

The Mayor was being interviewed for national TV, I wondered if it was to shame the brewery boss into cleaning up the old pub and close it down to vandals. I looked at the brick wall that had been covered in obscene graffiti, the red brick wall was gone, in the last few weeks that wall had been rendered with cement, it had been painted white and the wording below the roof was now, 'Lime Kilns Adult Education Union'.

"When did they do the pub up Bill?"

"They started on the inside about ten weeks ago, they stripped out all the bar fittings and built up partition walls inside to make six small classrooms, the old conservatory at the back where people used to eat overlooking the stream has been converted into an art studio."

"Wow, who paid for all that?"

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"Can you remember the old Miners Welfare Club that used to be attached to the old coal pit?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, the council sold off that land to a builder but the family of the man who donated the land to the miners reminded them that the land was donated for the education and comfort of the miners. The council used a little of their profits from the land sale to convert the old pub."

"It won't last long, the brewery will try to sell it on now that it looks so nice."

"They can't, the council made a compulsory purchase order for the land, they ordered the brewery to open the pub or face it being taken for the public good so now it belongs to the village."

"Any idea what they'll be doing in there."

"Education!"

I punched his shoulder playfully, "I meant, any idea what kinds of classes they'll be running?"

Bill laughed at me, "Yes, well, I know a few things, I've put my name down for the life drawing class."

"I didn't realise that you had an artistic bent Bill!"

"Neither did I but the chance to sit and look at a naked woman for two hours a week was too much for a randy old dog like me to resist!"

"Did you notice if they were going to put on any computer classes?"

"Can't remember, I saw that ESOL was on the list for all the local farm laborious and their families from Eastern Europe."

"The local council almost killed English for Speakers of Other languages off when they started charging students to learn."

Bill shook his head, "Damned cutbacks."

"I might go over there and see if they need a computer volunteer...you know, if they're running computing classes."

Bill focussed on me for the first time since I arrived at the bus stop, he looked at me closely, and being slightly taller than me, when he looked at my chest...as most men did when they saw me, because of my thirty-eight inch 'D' cup breasts...he could see rather a lot of my exposed cleavage through the open collar of my blouse. Bill made no secret of staring at my tits, most men made some attempt at hiding where they were looking but Bill didn't, it was the hedonist in him, he didn't care if I knew he was staring at my tits or not.

The bus chose that moment to block our view of the Lime Kilns and as the bus had arrived my moving onto the bus blocked Bills view of my cleavage.

All the way into town Bill was looking over at me and smiling at me, smiling at the way he'd made me blush because he was leering at me so openly.

I did a little window shopping on the main shopping street, I saw Bill going into the pub, twenty minutes later he walked out of the pub with a folded newspaper in his hands and headed for the bookmakers. I was in the bistro drinking coffee when Bill left the gambling shop and crossed the road, I thought that he was coming into the bistro but he went down the alleyway at the side of the bistro. 'He's heading for the Gentleman's Club' jumped into my head, I knew that was how he spent most of his days but I had no idea what the 'Gentleman's Club was or where it was. As I'd finished my coffee, I decided to follow Bill and at least see where the club was, if I wouldn't see what went on in there.

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I followed Bill through the alley and into the back street, there was a few twists and turns and finally we arrived at The Bishop's Mitre, yet another old pub that had closed down in the recession. The pub's car park was full of cars and there was a very large, very black man standing on the door to keep undesirables out and to protect the man sitting at a small table collecting the admission fee. I saw Bill pay his fifteen pounds over and he walked in.

I walked around the outside of the pub to see if there was anything I could see through the windows. All of the ground floor windows were glazed with obscure glass so even though the jungle beat, dance music could be heard, there was nothing to see...until that is, when I spotted a cracked window pane with a small triangle of the obscure glass missing. I stood on a rock so I could form a sightline to the stage from the outside.

A young woman was on the stage dancing up and down for the men as she undressed. So 'Gentleman's Club' was just a pseudonym for a strip club. The woman was just easing her bra off, her breasts were disappointingly small but then she was a young woman, there may have been time for her to grow bigger but as that thought was running in my head a hand was slapped down on my shoulder...a large black hand...

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I looked over my shoulder, the man that had been working the front door was now standing behind me, his hand on my shoulder...I was standing on a rock but he was still looking down at me he was that tall.

"You don't have to spy on the dancers through the broken window, we don't charge women admission, you can go in for free to watch the show if you like!"

Well, that sounded strange and sexist as well as possibly illegal but I found myself allowing the large black man to lift me down off of the rock and onto the car park's tarmac and then he led me around to the front of the disused pub's front door.

I was pushed into the old function room at the back of the pub, not one man in the audience spotted my arrival. I stood by the door next to the black man as a woman stepped out onto the stage, she wasn't anything like the 'Skinny Minnie' that I'd seen through the cracked and broken window pane, the new dancer was of the larger calibre but the men still went crazy as she danced and undressed.

I thought to myself, 'If I were that fat I'd never take my clothes off when I was on my own...never mind on a stage in front of several hundred men.'

As she undressed, more rolls of fat and flab were exposed but the men still loved every move she made. Her breasts were quite outstanding though, she must have been closer to a sixty inch bust...sixty inches but what the hell her cup size was would be anyone's guess. Her belly was so fat and flabby that you couldn't even see her pussy after she took her knickers off. Her final move as the music died away was to lift the roll of flab hanging over her front to expose a naked pubic mound, not a single hair hiding her from view.

The doorman left my side as the stripper left the stage, he was heading back to the front door again, I followed him just as the men in the audience started heading to the bar to buy more drinks. I just stood inside the front door looking at the doorman as he opened the front door to let those customers waiting outside for admission. There were six men waiting to pay to go in, it seemed that as soon as the stripper entered the stage area, the doors were locked and barred to stop any unwanted intrusion.

One of the punters came up into my face, "Hello darling, I haven't seen you here before...what time are you on stage then love?"

The black man slapped the punter between his shoulders to push him on and through into the function room, "You can't blame him, most strippers are either skinny bitches or roly-poly like the last dancer...men would go crazy to see you stripping for them on stage...I'd love to see you stripping too, either on the stage or in my bedroom!"

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His mouth spread into a toothy grin, a ton of white ivory with two gold caps gleaming out of the coal black face. He looped his arm up and hooked his hand behind my neck, I let him pull my face into his, he actually had to bend his knees to line his mouth up with mine for the kiss. My mind was racing so fast that it seemed to take an hour for our lips to finally meet, at two Mississippi's his lips parted, at four, the tip of his tongue brushed over my lips, demanding that I open my mouth for him...I was shocked when I actually opened my mouth and he wriggled his tongue deep into my mouth, I'd never kissed my husband in that way and I found my eyes opening in disbelief at the feeling, I saw the man at the small table, he was looking out into the car park, the men were all inside now and he was starting to close the front doors.

I didn't want the kiss...or where it might lead to...to end but as the door started to close I suddenly got cold feet, his hand had moved from behind my neck and was rubbing over my shoulder. The heel of his hand was already on the rise of my breast through my blouse. I ducked and pulled my face away from his, I was surprised to see the length of his tongue as my mouth pulled away from his, the length and the fact that it was pink, I'd always assumed that every part of a black man would be black and was shocked that it was actually pink like my own...just goes to show how little contact I'd had with 'People of Colour' in my life.

My cold feet suddenly became frozen, I blurted out, "I think I've seen all I needed to see!" and I ran for the door, the black arms trying to recapture me and reel me back in but I was just an inch ahead of him.

My legs were unsteady, I thought I was having a heart attack it was beating so fast and irregularly...it felt like my heart was actually up in my throat. I needed to sit down and think about what had just happened to me...and what might have happened if I'd stopped in the old pub any longer.

I returned to the bistro for another coffee and a sandwich for my lunch and I started to reflect on my day. I wasn't used to being the focus of a man's sexual desire, my husband just wasn't that kind of a man, he had never wanted to see me naked, he'd never mentioned my body or the size of my breasts, we had sex occasionally but I got the feeling that John didn't actually like doing it, he would just get rid of his frustration as quickly as he could but it was never in the nude, just his cock through the fly of his pyjamas, he didn't even bother to take my knickers off, just pull the leg hole to one side. So it had come as a surprise that Bill Patterson had so openly stared at my chest area while waiting for the bus even though there was little on display through the open neck of my blouse...and then there was the black man, he didn't just want to look, there was that kiss and his hand, I found my own hand on my chest in the position that his hand had been when I came to my senses and ran for it.

My finger tips were against my collarbone and my thumb was just on the point that my bra cup started...no, that wasn't right, his fingertips were in the same place as mine but his hand was far bigger than mine, the heel of his hand had reached lower, I lowered my hand, trying to remember just how far down his hand had reached. I closed my eyes to try and envision exactly what had happened and then I realised that he had actually reached my areola, just short of reaching my nipple.

'You do realise that you're in a public place!' flashed into my head and I quickly opened my eyes and moved my hand off of my breast. There was a business man sitting at the next table and he was looking straight at me with a grin on his face. I returned my hand to my collarbone and pretended that I was massaging some deep tissue issue that I was having. I took several deep breaths, I'd just been caught fondling my own breast by a total stranger and...well...I should have felt ashamed at myself...at my actions in such a public place but I wasn't, he didn't seem to mind having seen me doing it and there was no harm done so I was more relaxed about it than I'd imagined that I would be.

As it was lunch time the bistro was filling up, I was sitting at a table for two and the business man looking at me was sitting at a table for four. I watched the last table fill up with three elderly ladies and then a family turned up, husband and wife with two children, they looked around forlornly at the full bistro's dining room.

"Excuse me...Miss, I'm sorry to disturb you but would it be possible for me to join you at your table so that this family could have my table for four please?"

I felt my face colour up a little but I nodded my head. He turned away momentarily to collect all of his stuff as the father of the family thanked me and then him for giving up our privacy for them and while I wasn't being looked at, I twisted another button open on my blouse so now there were three open buttons at the top of my blouse.

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...No, don't ask me why I did that because I have no idea why. Bill had started the ball rolling by looking down the front of my blouse at the bus stop and having no shame about doing it...I have to say at the time that little voice in my head had told me to close the second button to shut off his view but my reckless side came to the fore for the first time in my adult life and I'd resisted the temptation to hide my chest. Seeing the stripper undressing on stage in front of over one hundred men had started my engine running and then the doorman at the strip club had further stoked my inner fire when he kissed me and put his tongue in my mouth before rubbing his huge black hand down over my nylon covered breast...and I think all that had happened so far today had shown me that other men would find me desirable even if my husband didn't seem to and now I was showing off in such a public place for a total stranger.

We flirted as we ate, we did that Getting to know you' kind of thing, I talked about my children and he talked about his work, he knocked off at twelve o'clock every Friday but never went home until his usual time, he called it POETS day and that sparked my curiosity so he explained that..."It's Piss...sorry, Push Off Early, Tomorrow's Saturday!"

As we spoke he adjusted his position in his seat so that he could get that few inches higher to see a few inches deeper into the open neck of my blouse. Naturally I had no real idea just how much he could see inside my blouse but then I had another stroke of devilment and I leaned forward slightly, "So, what do you do for the four hours on Friday afternoons that you avoid going home?"

He smiled at my question and because by leaning forward, the material on either side of my blouse had billowed out slightly and I just knew that he could now see my bra. The husband of the family that had taken Robin's table over looked in my direction and I saw a shocked look on his face because I was flashing my bra in the bistro.

"Well, last week I went to the gallery at the side of the Central Museum to look at some lithographs that they were exhibiting as part of a country wide tour."

"I saw that in the newspaper on Saturday, the exhibition opened on Friday last week and was scheduled to run all week but it closed, unexpectedly, on Saturday morning!"

"I'm not surprised, I was expecting the exhibition to be light blue but it turned out to be full on erotica!"

That caused me to sit back in my seat, effectively closing off Robin's view inside my blouse, "So, what's the plan for this afternoon then Robin?"

"I was planning on visiting Kettering Arts Centre, they've turned one of the side rooms into a small cinema and are showing films like 'Gone With The Wind' or 'Clockwork Orange'...it's a bit of a lucky dip really, they're allowed to show one film a day and only once during the season and it seems to be a fight every day as to what the distribution company will let them show so they aren't getting the audience that they should be getting. You could risk the lucky dip and come with me...I was facing two hours alone in that make believe cinema this afternoon because they can never tell anyone what films are coming up."

"I can't remember the last time I went to see a film at the cinema!"

"Well, I'm being serious, Come with me, keep me company for a couple of hours, I'll provide the popcorn and soft drink...I'll even get you a chock-ice if the usherette brings them around at half time."

"They don't have a half time in the cinema these days do they?"

They do in the arts centre, they only have one projector, it had an extended magazine for the film but it can still only run for forty-five minutes before they have to swap magazines."

I let him waste a few more minutes to persuade me to go with him but I was in no doubt that I'd be going with him from the first moment that he asked me...I just didn't want him to think I was easy. It had dawned on me that I'd lived a totally safe life, I'd married a totally safe man, had three, totally safe children. I didn't even drive because the roads were so dangerous. Today had been the first day of my life that I'd said yes to an offer or implied offer and I was revelling in the danger of it all.

Robin paid the five pounds admission fee for me and even though Robin had offered to pay for popcorn, because he had paid for the ticket to get in, I bought a bucket of popcorn. We entered the theatre, it had sixty seats in three banked rows but it was devoid of human life but judging from the looks of the old seats, it may have had other life...they called small cinemas flea pits in the past for a reason. The room wasn't very well lit, just around one hundred lumens per square meter at floor level, that would be just below half the light level for an intimate restaurant if you didn't want your customers to read the menu.

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When last I went to a cinema, when the film was about to start, the house lights would dim slowly and as they dimmed down, the curtains across the screen would open, sometimes you could even see the screen mask open or close before the projector fired into life. In the Arts Centre though, the lights were simply turned off. Robin and I hadn't quite reached our chosen seat, Robin had picked out the two seats in the back row that were directly below the projector's window and because they had turned the lights out rather than dimming them, we stumbled a few times over the last few feet.

The screen lit up and the title proudly proclaimed that we were going on a journey on the 'Night Train'.

Robin burst out laughing, "It could have been 'Gone With The Wind' or 'Last Tango in Paris' but we get a train-spotting film instead."

Robin turned in his seat so that he was more facing me than the screen, he was on my right hand side and his left hand brushed against my neck, he gripped my neck gently and he turned my face in his direction, his lips pressed into mine and after two minutes of kissing, his right hand slipped inside the wide open neck of my blouse. He spent five minutes playing with my breasts above my bra cup before he turned his hand south and slipped it inside my bra. I was almost swooning from the feeling of pleasure that Robin was giving me, it was hard to believe that in twenty years of marriage, my husband had never touched me in this way...WHAT THE HELL...

I'd placed my handbag on the floor to my left in front of the empty seat and a man had fallen into my lap having tripped over my bag in the dark. He was so surprised at the trip that he hadn't even put his arms out which is an inbuilt reaction in most people, when he landed on my lap, his chest hit Robin's lap and his abdomen was on my lap. It was obvious that he hadn't seen us in the dark and it was even darker that it had been because the film was showing an outside shot of the train passing an unlit railway station to collect the mail sack without stopping or even slowing down so there was no reflected light into the auditorium from the screen as the man walked into the small cinema.

I'm not sure if it was an accident or a deliberate act on the fallen man's part but in trying to free his hand to push himself up, his right hand pushed the bottom hem of my dress right up, exposing my legs, his hand got to within an inch of the gusset of my knickers before he managed to get his hand free of my skirt and found the arm of the seat between Robin and me to push himself up.

"I'm sorry about that, you need to be as close to the middle of the row to get the full stereo effect because they only have the two speakers right at the front, either side of the screen, and they are angled to the back row...I was hoping for 'Last Tango', 'Deep Throat' or at least something from the second half of the twentieth century rather than a bloody film about trains...what were you hoping for?"

I was looking down at my exposed thighs, it looked like I was wearing a miniskirt so much of my bare legs were exposed, I know that I should have pulled my skirt back down to cover my lap but that little voice in the back of my head was telling me that as my knickers weren't on display I should just relax, I'd been enjoying my foray into exhibitionism so far today and my new found openness had reaped a few rewards, like having my breasts played with for the first time...then it dawned that Robin's right hand was still inside my bra cup, even having a twelve stone man land on his lap hadn't made him pull his hand out of my blouse.

I started to answer, "I had no idea what to expect..." but my statement was chopped short, Robin's hand slipped out of my bra and found my left wrist, he pulled my hand over to his lap, turning me in my seat so that my back was almost to the new arrival and I found my hand on Robin's bare cock...he must have taken his cock out as soon as we sat down because after the first few seconds his right hand was occupied in my blouse...either that, or...and this was unthinkable...the fallen stranger had opened Robin's fly as he was struggling to get to his feet.

I didn't pull my hand away from his cock, I just sat there for a moment holding his cock, he was half way to returning his hand to my breast but stopped and returned his hand to mine, he encouraged me to rub my hand up and down his cock. I'd never touched my husband's cock with my hand, I think he would have thrown a fit if I had tried to but that ground was untested.

Robin's hand returned to my blouse, he didn't return his hand to my breast though, he unfastened the last three buttons of my blouse, exposing my upper body...well, with the exception of my breasts, they were still encased in my bra cups. Robin spent several moments rubbing his hands over my ribs and bare midriff as I slowly rubbed my hand up and down his cock. I wasn't unduly worried about my blouse being open in the cinema with a stranger sitting next to me because my back was to him and the room was almost totally dark so the other man wouldn't have seen anything.

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Robin rubbed his hand up to my bra and he lifted the cups up under my chin, exposing my breasts but they weren't exposed for long, he leaned over the armrest separating us and started to kiss and suck on my breasts.

I felt a touch on the back of my left leg, the man next to me was almost knocking on my leg like it was a door to get my attention. I was still rubbing Robin's cock and was enjoying his mouth against my breast so I couldn't turn my upper body back towards the stranger, I just looked over my shoulder in his direction, "I was hoping to see a little tit and bum action, you know, like 'Carry on Camping' or something like that...just to spice my day up a little."

Robin's mouth turned into a smile against my breast and then left my nipple, his left arm was still over my shoulder and as his right hand slipped down over my belly, he pulled my left shoulder back against the seat, pulling my left hand off of his cock, he found my right hand with his and pulled that onto his cock. It was much more difficult to rub my hand up and down his cock in that position but I did my best.

Robin's right hand rubbed down over my belly and then over my skirt. I felt his left hand leave my shoulder and looked to my left, there was just enough light reflected off of the screen for me to see his left hand tap the guy sitting next to me on his right shoulder...and, if there was enough light for me to see Robin's hand tapping the guy on his shoulder, there was enough light for him to see my exposed chest. Robin returned his left hand to my shoulder again as his right hand slipped off of my skirt and onto my bare thigh.

I was torn as to which way to look, at his hand between my legs or at my shoulder where Robin was pulling the front of my blouse over the outside of my shoulder and letting it fall down my arm, totally exposing my upper body to the man sitting next to me. I looked at the other man's face, he had a massive grin on his face as he looked from my breasts to my now exposed knickers.

Robin pulled the leg hole of my knickers to one side and he started to rub his fingers up and down my gash but he couldn't insert them because of the way I was sitting, my body weight was pushing down on my vaginal entrance. Robin didn't ask me to move, he couldn't as his mouth was now full of my right nipple. He was managing to hit my clitoris occasionally giving me bouts of mind-blowing pleasure each time he bumped the lump...My inner body took over again and I slipped forward in my seat to give Robin easier access to my cunt.

My view of my Robin's fingers slipping into my pussy was blocked off totally by the stranger leaning over my left shoulder as his mouth made a beeline for the nipple of my left breast. I'd gone from no man ever playing with my tits to having two men paying them attention while two fingers explored and rubbed inside my cunt. I felt a hand grasp my left knee, my leg was lifted off of the floor and it was pulled over the knees of the man on my left and now that I was far more open, Robin's fingers started massaging inside my pussy, taking me to a massive orgasm in moments.

While Robin was keeping my kettle boiling with his fingers inside my pussy the man on my left was stroking his hand up and down my inner thigh, when the back of his hand reached Robin's hand he returned to my knee and started the whole process over again. Robin took his mouth off of my nipple and kissed my lips before moving his mouth to my right ear and whispered, "Give his cock a little rub like you're doing to me!"

I moved my left arm over the seat's arm rest and reached over to his lap, his cock was already out of his trousers and he was rubbing it slowly with his right hand. As I grasped his cock I was able to instantly compare the two cocks even in the dark, the other man was at least an inch longer than Robin and a good half an inch in diameter fatter. As I started to rub the second cock in time with my rubbing of Robert's cock Robert pulled his fingers out of my pussy so that the next time the man sitting to my left hand reached my knickers, he found that my pussy was empty and instead of stroking back down to my knee, he turned his hand and slipped two fingers into my pussy and started to build me up to another orgasm.

We'd been in the temporary cinema for thirty minutes as my body rocked through yet another massive orgasm, Robin had been talking...or rather whispering into my ear as the stranger brought me off, he was saying all kinds of dirty and disgusting things...at any other time I would have slapped his face for saying such obscene things to me but today I was lapping it up, it seemed even more obscene that the words were being whispered directly into my ear.

"Does your husband like it when you suck his cock?"

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I shook my head and then said, "My husband has never even let me touch his cock with my hand...let alone suck him!"

"Would you suck his cock if he asked you to?"

I nodded my head.

"Would you suck a cock if I asked you too?" I jumped another two points on the orgasmatron scale, it was now official, my orgasm at the stranger's fingers was the most powerful orgasm I'd had in my life to date.

I started to wriggle my upper body around, pulling my breast away from the stranger's mouth as I leaned to my right but Robin stopped me, "Not mine...his!"

I thought that was a little strange that Robin would give me to the stranger rather than taking the pleasure for himself but I switched sides and leaned over the arm of the seat to my left...I managed to get the head of the stranger's cock in my mouth but it was uncomfortable leaning over the arm of the seat. I could have just given up at that, I'd already gone far further during my day of madness than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams but I knew that I could go a little further so I rolled to my right and off of the seat I was sitting on, I rolled onto my knees on the floor in front of my seat and I started sucking his cock properly.

I wasn't going for any kind of record, just sucking as much of his cock as I felt comfortable with, I got about half of his cock in my mouth with ease and that portion of his cock that was still outside my mouth I rubbed with my hand. I felt Robin's hands on my bottom, he lifted the back of my skirt and flicked it up and over my lower back, totally exposing my knickers. I was really glad that being on my knees behind the seat in front, what little light was reflected off of the cinema's screen didn't reach me so Robin wouldn't see the 'Granny knickers' that I was wearing...the granny knickers that were now being pulled down to my knees...that at least explained why Robin would be willing to forego the opportunity to have me sucking his cock.

I felt Robin prodding my buttocks, either with his finger or with his...I was tempted to stop sucking and look over my shoulder and then that little voice inside my head said, 'You were happy that it was so dark down here that he wouldn't see your drawers, what makes you think that you'll see what he's doing behind you in the dark? You may as well just make the best job that you can of sucking this delicious cock!'

The prodding moved from my buttock close to the valley between them and then lower, I felt the prodding against my anal muscle, a second and third, his cock had stopped moving down so I lifted up and the fourth prod sank deep into my soaking wet cunt and he went a little crazy fucking me from behind.

I started heading for my third massive orgasm of the afternoon and that action made my sucking more exaggerated, I coughed and choked when his cockhead crashed into my uvula and that tipped him over the edge and as his spunk flooded my mouth, Robin's spunk was filling my cunt.

The sound of the film stopped and the lights were switched on and I froze for a moment, my mouth full of spunk. We'd reached the halfway point in the film and I was on my hands and knees almost totally naked and the usherette could have walked in at any moment with a tray of ice cream around her neck the way that they did in cinemas of old.

I'd read in my 'Chick-lit' that men's semen tasted bitter and foul but as I struggled to get my bra cups back in place and my blouse buttoned up behind the row of seats in front of me, I was glad that the taste was no worse than that of caviar because I was holding a gallon of it in my mouth while I made myself descent. I jumped up quickly into my seat and looked around the now brightly lit auditorium, the course material of the seat took me by surprise and then I realised that Robin hadn't just flicked the back of my skirt over my lower back, he had actually caught the bottom hem in the back of the skirt's waistband so now my bare arse was against the industrial strength material covering the seat.

I tried in vein to capture my knickers but they sailed down to my ankles, they were so big and baggy that I just lifted my feet and my knickers stopped where they were. I bent down, picking my knickers up off of the floor and brought them to my mouth as I remained bent forwards, I spat the stranger's spunk into my knickers and balled it up inside the cotton, I considered dropping my knickers into my handbag but thought better of it, instead, I threw the ball of cotton under my seat.

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I looked around the room, there were three groups of two men and a single man on his own in another place. The men were all looking around the room and I saw nudges and smiles when they spotted a lone female in a room with nine men that would be dropped into total darkness again in just fifteen minutes time.

The man sitting on his own headed for the door out into the rest of the Arts Centre where the toilets were located, the door closed behind him but opened again almost instantly and the same man walked back into the auditorium again, he walked past his previous seat and continued to the back of the room, he walked down the row in front of us and sat directly in front of me, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Afternoon Robin...Simon, who's your friend?"

Robin said, "This is Victoria, she was at a loose end this afternoon so I invited her to join us for the film show!"

Robin told me that the new arrival was Dave.

Dave looked down towards the screen and then at the three groups of two men and then looked back at me before saying, "I thought that I'd be sitting with the 'Gay Gordons' all afternoon."

I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye, the usherette had turned up with her tray of sweets and ice creams, three of the men, one from each couple went to the woman and bought cartons of 'Kia Ora' orange juice or sweets and returned to their partners...only I noticed that the man from the couple on the left of the room didn't return to his own seat, he actually walked to the man on the right sitting in the second row.

'All change' sounded in my head, there was partner swapping going on.

I turned to Robin and whispered, "Are those men all gay?" in his ear.

"Well, not strictly speaking, they are all married men with children but they like to come into the cinema once a week to play with other men...I wouldn't even class them as bi-sexual, just men who like a change of venue once in a while."

From the look on Dave's face, he had plans for me as soon as the lights went down again and now I was knickerless as well. 'Do you want to experience another man's cock or not...you could offer to suck his cock if you don't want him to actually fuck you!' that damned little voice in the back of my head that had gotten me into so much trouble already today was trying to encourage me on to do even more. I took a deep breath to steady my resolve, looked from Simon to Robin and said, "I'm sorry guys but my husband will be home before me if I don't leave right now!"

I was careful to pull the back of my skirt out of the waistband in the small of my back and then stood up to a great deal of complaints from the three men. I looked at my seat as I stood up, there was a glassy film in the middle of the seat cushion, Robin's spunk had started leaking out of me with a vengeance and as I walked I felt the slime trailing down between my inner thighs, the feeling of spunk flooding out of my cunt made me walk with no little swagger. I reached the usherette with her tray of goodies around her neck and I bought a chock ice to eat as I walked back into the centre of town.

As I walked past the reception desk at the front of the Arts Centre I spotted a notice board, all the important events that were going on in the county and there was a large poster for the Lime Kilns, announcing its opening as well as the first 'Life Drawing' class that was planned for the following day...the announcement proclaimed that the teacher for the drawing class was local artist, Felicity Aston, winner of the prize winning painting, 'Nude Self Portrait'. I'd actually seen the painting as it had been exhibited all over the county because it had won such a prestigious prize. The painting had seemed to be a still life of a bottle of white wine on a tray with a single glass at its side but on closer inspection you could see Felicity through the wine, her body misshapen by the bending of the light through the bottle and there was a further, much smaller nude of Felicity reflected in the glass making her look like a small barrel of a woman with a pin head and massive breasts as the glass widened out.

I finished the sweet before the bus station and then I realised that my slimy cargo would reach my knees any moment and start to show beneath the bottom hem of my skirt so I slipped into the bus station's toilets. I popped a pound coin in the tampon dispenser and then stepped into a stall, I lifted the front of my skirt and parted my thighs as wide as I could, Robin's spunk was hanging down like 'Cuckoo Spit' on a blade of grass. My walking and the friction at the top of my thighs had caused a froth to form. I wiped myself clean and then inserted the tampon inside my cunt to mop up the rest of Robin's spunk...he really must have cum a pint of jizz into me there was so much running out of me.

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After sorting out my flooding issue, I flushed the toilet and for the first time I looked at the back of the door, someone had written on the back of the door with a broad tipped marker pen, the message on the back of the door was calling on any woman who was looking for fun to visit the Art Centre on a Friday afternoon and take a seat in the centre of the back of the cinema. The graffiti had to be reasonably recent because the film shows at the Arts Centre had only been running for three weeks.

There were at least ten of my neighbours on the bus waiting for it to leave the station when I got on it...in the past, I would have sat on my own from choice, I wasn't really big on small talk as a rule but after the day I'd had, I sought out one of my male neighbours and sat at his side.

As we made small talk I smiled inwardly, I'd never been out in public without knickers on before and I realised why I'd avoided making small talk with men in public before, that was because their small talk always turned to flirting but today...I was quite looking forward to a little innocent flirting in public where nothing could possibly happen.

The bus stopped before its usual place, the council had moved swiftly, the bus stop had just been a flag bolted onto a convenient lamp post until today and today they had erected a shelter right in front of the Lime Kilns so as to encourage people visiting the new education facility to travel by bus rather than by car.

As we'd stopped directly in front of the old pub I decided to pop in and see if they had any plans to run computer classes, if they were, I'd volunteer to help out.

The manageress of the new facility was actually working on the reception desk. None of the class rooms had actually been finished and their computer lab was the least finished of all.

"We're having a special computer built, something called a 'Distributed Service Network'. The PCs in the classroom won't actually be PCs, just a screen, keyboard and mouse at each desk, all wired back to the main computer, it will cope with ten workstations and mean that there will be nothing of value for anyone to pinch if we get burgled, the actual computer will be in an armoury standard strong room with full air-conditioning."

I was shown to the computer room and someone knocked the door behind us, "Oh Felicity, so nice to see you again."

"I'm sorry to be a nuisance but can you get someone to give me a hand with my stuff please."

The manageress introduced me to Felicity Aston, "This is Victoria, a local woman from the village, she's just come in to volunteer to help out at the centre."

Felicity lifted my chin and turned my head away from her slightly, "You have wonderful colouring and bone structure Victoria my dear...would it be possible for me to draw you some time please?"

"Erm Felicity, I can't really leave the reception to help you and I'm all alone here at the moment, the rest of my staff won't be in until tomorrow!"

"Victoria, is there any possibility of a hand with my art supplies please?"

"Why not!"

I followed Felicity out to her van, recently hired in Northampton to bring in boxes of paper, canvases, paints, pencils, pastels, charcoal and easels.

As we were fetching and carrying Felicity took a telephone call and I heard a very loud "Damned it to hell!"

"Problem Felicity?"

"My model for tomorrow's class has had a fall and is in hospital with a broken hip...I'll never get another model at such short notice...I don't suppose that you'd be willing to sit for us for two hours tomorrow will you?"

I just agreed and finished up setting out the easels in the old pub's dining conservatory, south facing and flooded with light on three sides. I even put out the seat that I would be expected to sit on while the students painted or drew me.

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I arrived home floating on cloud nine, just as the children arrived home from school.

John was already home, he was making a hot drink and asked if I'd like a tea or coffee. He made me a drink while I ushered the kids into the dining room to do their homework at the dining table. I had my laptop available but the kids didn't use it, they would use books to research their homework. I was there to act as umpire, my blue beret on my head and my 'SL80' hanging over my hip.

While the kids were working through their home work assignments I had time to use my laptop for a little personal research...I entered a chat forum for film enthusiasts and typed in 'Last Tango in Paris' and read the discussion comments, the basic theme of the film was strangers meeting for sex and ending in anal sex, using butter as a lubricant. My mind jumped instantly back to the cinema and Robin prodding his cock against my anal muscle, he was happy to try and get in there without the aid of butter.

I swapped my focus to Deep throat, I'd sucked my first cock and realised that I'd come close to performing the central act of the film on Simon before he filled my mouth. Of all the comments I read, most were about enjoyable deep throating their lover was...not that it was impossible to do it. I also read a lot of comments giving advice to women on how to deep throat a man.

After dinner I took the kids up to their bath, the girls shared a tub together and Peter opted for a shower. It kind of made a big dent in the hot water supply, filling a tub and running the shower so I told the girls to leave the water in the bath so that I could hop into it once they were all in bed.

John was surprised that I went down to the living room with a towel turban on my head and my dressing gown on at seven thirty in the evening instead of waiting until I was ready for bed to have my bath. I sat on the sofa with my book, John was also on the sofa reading something he needed for work, I read for ten minutes and then turned in my seat, slipping my feet over John's lap, under the book he was reading.

I spotted that John was reaching the end of the book he was reading and I closed my own book with a bang.

"I'm going up, I'm going to have an early night darling!"

I closed our bedroom door and pulled my nighty out from under my pillow, I hung my dressing gown on the hook on the back of the bedroom door, I looked at my nighty and at the thermometer on my dressing table, it was twenty eight degrees centigrade in the bedroom so I opened the window to cool the room a little, I started brushing my hair and then heard the door at the bottom of the stairs close and footsteps on the stairs. I threw my nighty on the back of the chair by my dressing table and jumped into bed totally naked.

John went into the bathroom and sorted out his toiletry needs and he came into the bedroom already wearing his pyjamas.

John got into bed with me, I was on my back and John reached over, he put his hand on my shoulder to kiss me goodnight and he stopped with his lips an inch away from mine, "You're not wearing your nighty tonight darling?"

"No, it was much too hot up here tonight...I didn't bother with my bra or knickers either!"

John kissed me and rolled onto his back, I rolled onto my right side and snuggled my body in close to his, I lifted my left knee and slipped it over his left thigh and I kissed his neck. I'd guess that most husbands would have understood what a wife wanted when she went up for an early night but John wasn't like most husbands. I unbuttoned the top button of his pyjama jacket and opened the collar and kissed his collarbone, then, as I unfastened the second button of his pyjama jacket I whispered in his ear, "I'm going to model for the life drawing class at the Lime Kilns tomorrow and the thought of having ten people looking at me closely to paint and draw me has turned me on slightly!"

I unfastened the last button of his pyjama jacket and pushed it open. I kissed my way down his chest to his belly button and then I stopped going downwards, I slipped my left hand over his hip and found his cock was already out of his fly hole and was standing very much to attention.

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I lifted my body a little more and as I kissed my way back up John's body I slipped my body over John's and eased my cunt down over his cock, 'Girl on top sex' for the first time ever and I started to make a hash of fucking him, so much of a hash of it that he pushed me off and onto my back with him on top without his cock leaving my fanny.

John took over fucking me and he was far more passionate and forceful that he'd ever been in our lives together so far. His passion and force had one drawback though, he climaxed far quicker than he usually would, he did give me a lot of pleasure but didn't drive me to my orgasm as his semen flooded through my body...I couldn't complain though, I'd had three massive orgasms earlier with two strangers.

I rushed out to the bathroom to wash myself out and dry myself. When I returned to the bedroom John said, "You know, I think that was the first time that I've seen you leave the bedroom in the nude.

I slipped back into bed and lay my head on John's left arm, it wasn't sheathed in cotton as it had been when I rushed to the bathroom. I turned into him again and straddled my left knee over his left thigh, that too had been divested of it's cotton sheath, I kissed his ear, nipped his earlobe playfully and whispered, "You seem to be naked too!"

"Well, I can't have you being the only mad person in the house...I thought that I'd join you."

I felt the head of his cock against my left thigh and as my leg touched it, it started to move, his cock twisted and turned as it filled with blood once again and slipped along my thigh as it was building itself up into a second erection just moments after his orgasm.

I couldn't say if this was the first time that John had gained a second erection so soon after an orgasm because in the past, as soon as John had orgasmed, he would turn onto his right side, his back to me and he would be asleep before I'd finished mopping myself out.

"It feels like you're all excited again darling...would you like to play a little more?"

John chuckled, "I actually believe that I do!"

"Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have your cock sucked?"

"Of course I have but that isn't the kind of thing that a man would ask his wife to do for him!"

"Would you like me to suck your cock for you?"

John said no but I could tell that he would to have liked me to suck his cock for him. I twisted my body and kissed down the length of his body again but this time, when I reached his belly button, I kissed right on past it. When my cheek touched the head of his cock I turned my head and put my ear against his abdomen and took the head of his cock into my mouth. John was lying on his back with his arms out to his sides in the crucifixion pose. I inched my ear down further and took a little more of his cock in my mouth, I took him in as deep as I felt comfortable with and brought my left hand into play rubbing up and down his cock.

I tasted John's caviar almost instantly; his pipe work must have still been filled with his swimmers from his earlier explosion. John started to breathe a little faster and he rolled his hips upward as my mouth reached it's deepest point of travel. John wanted to push his cock deeper into my mouth but as he pushed up, he just pushed my face away rather than getting in any deeper.

John rolled his hips up again but a little faster, once again he didn't get any deeper, he just pushed my face away faster. By the third roll of his hips, he'd placed his hands on the back of my head to hold it in place as he lifted his hips. I remembered the chat forum and the advice given to people who wanted to perform a successful deep throat so when John's cockhead crashed into my uvula, I fought the urge to cough or choke and tried to relax and swallow at the same time. It took three hard thrusts for John to actually get his cock past my uvula and he lay still as I swallowed him to his climax deep in my throat.

"Did you enjoy that darling?"

"Bloody loved it!"

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"Would you like to help me to get off with your fingers?"

John just nodded his head like a schoolboy. Well, as John attempted to masturbate me it became painfully obvious that he had no idea about the female anatomy...I had to teach him the mechanics of a female orgasm so that he could get me off before the sun came up at four o'clock in the morning. By the time I had finished rolling through my climax, John was ready for a third go around so we fucked one last time and finally fell asleep at one o'clock in the morning.

10,377 Words.

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