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My Daughter's Full of Surprises
by Isabella

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Story Code: M/F. MM/F, Swingers, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

I had been a working woman all of my life, even when I had my daughter back in nineteen ninety-one, I was back in work after just six weeks but that's all changed now, just after my forty-fifth birthday, I was thrown onto the scrapheap when the shoe manufacturers that I worked for as an upper stitcher moved its production line to Latvia. The factory was still there in the small Northamptonshire town, it was only a quarter of the size and all they had left of a workforce were polishers, pairers and boxers.

Shoes were made in Latvia and stacked into pallet sized cages and shipped to England where someone polished every shoe, then someone else put the shoes into pairs and passed them on to someone who placed a 'Made in England' tag on each shoe and then wrapped the shoes in tissue paper and placed into boxes.

I looked everywhere for a new job but, Northamptonshire had become a desert for shoe manufacturers and there was an ever increasing group of men and women fighting over ever diminishing positions. Eventually I kind of gave up. My daughter had married at eighteen years old and by the time she was twenty-one, she had three kids, two girls and a boy. I alternated between looking for work in our area and helping my daughter with my grandchildren.

The first time I was surprised at my daughter came while I was babysitting for her while she was out at a job interview, the children were all sleeping and I was bored so I looked through the bookshelf in the lounge, I found a book with an intriguing title and settled down to read it. After twenty pages I realised that the book was actually not a romantic novella but a hard core pornography book. I put the book on one side and took another off the shelf, same again, within a very few pages the book turned into a very graphic and almost medical description of the sex act.

I went through five books and all five were the same. As soon as my daughter Paula returned home I waved the books at her, "You really should put your foot down and stop Mark bringing books like this into the house!" "Mum, my husband is an adult, if he wants to read adult books in his own......" Paula picked up the first book, then scanned through the titles of the rest, "These aren't Mark's books, they're mine!" I was totally shocked and speechless, I had no idea that books of that type existed in the world and never dreamed that they could turn up on a quiet estate in the Northampton countryside, even less, owned by a twenty-one year old woman.

I have to say that with my newly enforced freedom from work, after cleaning the house from top to bottom, washing every curtain and loose cover, waxing every wooden floor, shampooing every carpet, I was terminally bored and one day, after visiting my daughter, I borrowed one of her books and took it home to read.

I'm ashamed to say that I got a little hot and bothered while reading my daughter's book and that night I actually made an approach to my husband for sex for the first time in my life and when I did, and he rejected me, I suddenly realised how he must have felt the thousands of times he had approached me for sex and I had said I had a headache, well, I say thousands of times, certainly in the hundreds and when your partner rejects your offer, it hurts more than I ever thought possible.

I never slept all night long, just lay there and kept going through it in my head, I couldn't believe that my husband would ever say no to sex and I actually went through every time he had approached me and I had refused him, how smug I had felt at having the power to say no, especially if he had been 'playing up to me' all night and then, at the last moment, when we got into bed and he did his usual, 'snuggling' up to my back, prodding his erection against my bottom, I just gave him my, "I don't feel like it tonight!" And smiled inwardly every time as he 'harrumphed' and turned his back on me. I wanted to masturbate myself, another first, not in my life of course, I did it before I married but never since.

The next morning I was dead on my feet, I really should have taken the book back to my daughter but I decided to read a little more, I couldn't put the book down until I finished it and, in the process of reading it, I got off, without so much as touching myself. Okay, so it wasn't the earth shattering orgasm I was looking for, or should I say, like the ones in the book, but as it had been so long since I last had an orgasm; it was a pleasant diversion from two days of boredom.

It was Friday afternoon by the time I finished the book, I took it back to Paula's house, I arrived just as Mark's parents turned up to take the children for the weekend. Ever since Paula and Mark married, they had gone out partying on the last Friday of the month, as soon as their first born was six weeks old, they had started partying again, sending the children to spend the weekend with their paternal grandparents.

On Friday night when I got into bed with my husband I was still really turned on, even though I had experienced a little orgasm it hadn't taken the edge off of that so after my husband hissed me goodnight as usual and then turned over so that his back was towards me, I kept facing him and placed my hand on his hip, before I could rub my hand around towards his 'lower front area', he moved away from me and my hand fell onto the bottom sheet.

By the time I had moved back in range and placed my hand on his hip again, he was snoring, either for real or just pretending to throw me off. I thought, 'I can't believe it, he's rejected me twice in two days!' I thought how terrible that was, then I realised that in the past, I had not only rejected him twice in two days but I had at one time turned him down more than ninety times in three months, actually, that was probably the last time he had actually tried to have sex with me and that was a really, really long time ago.

I lay there looking at the clock until one o'clock in the morning and then I realised that I was going to spend a second sleepless night so I got up, I made a cup of tea but then couldn't face it, I walked up and down, considered doing a little cleaning or ironing but I had already cleaned everything that could be cleaned and I had ironed all of the clean, dry laundry.

At one thirty, I put on my lightweight summer mackintosh on over my nighty and went out into the street, I planned a walk around the block, I'd be back home in ten minutes so it didn't bother me that I was only wearing a thin coat and an even thinner nighty, no bra or knickers on, after all, I was intent on having sex when I went to bed. I walked up to the main road and saw Ian Whitbread's car pass the end of my road, nothing unusual in that, Ian was a flash little bleeder with a sports car and a personalised number plate, I often saw him driving far too fast around the village but what was different this time was that my daughter was sitting in the passenger seat, she even looked down my street as she passed but didn't see me as I was in the shadows.

By the time I got to the end of the road, another car was coming along the main road, I recognised my son-in-law's car and as he passed, I recognised Maria Gamble, Kevin Gamble's wife sitting next to Mark. Ian's little sports car turned into the road leading to Paula's house and Mark turned into the council estate when Kevin and Maria lived, I walked towards Paula's house and as I turned off of the main road and into the road leading to my daughters house, a third car passed, Kevin Gamble with Anna Whitbread, Ian's wife, sitting next to him.

A less naive woman would have suspected something very underhand was going on, three men with women sitting next to them at one forty-five in the morning, that weren't their wives but I was just very confused, call it lack of sleep, call it a foggy mind from lack of sex, whatever it was, I was just more than a little curious.

I walked down to Paula's house, hoping to see Mark's car on their drive but instead, I saw a very expensive sports car with the number plate 'I4N'. I could see through the glass in the front door that the living room light was on, I didn't knock the front door, I walked down the side of the house and into the back yard. Paula had left the curtains wide open and she and Ian were dancing together, the music just loud enough for me to hear out from the garden.

I just stood there in shocked amassment as I watched Paula unzip Ian's trousers, pull his cock out and then go onto her knees and 'perform' an act on him that I had never dreamed of performing on my husband in over twenty-five years of marriage, she sucked him for fifteen minutes before I saw him check his watch, then pat her on the top of her head, "Sorry for spoiling your fun but Kevin will be here in thirty minutes and Maria will give me hell if she doesn't get her full hour."

Paula stood up, looked around the room, "Where?" Ian pulled her to the side of the sofa, turned her so that her bottom was against the arm of the sofa and then he pushed her backwards. As soon as Paula's back hit the seat cushion Ian was in her body while standing at the side of the sofa, I could see his balls slapping against her bottom, Ian fucked Paula in that position for twenty-five minutes before pulling out. "Sorry to leave you empty, but I get to fill your cunt next month." Ian kissed Paula and left her, she stripped off while I was listening to Ian's car pulling off of her drive, Kevin turned up so fast that it almost sounded like Ian had reversed off of her drive and then pulled back onto it again.

Paula was totally naked, she had spread a towel out on the floor and was lying on it when Kevin walked in, he had been undressing from the front door and by the time he got to Paula he was totally naked. There was no foreplay, no kissing, no formality, Kevin just dropped between her thighs and started fucking her like a machine.

"Anna has filled my ball sack good for you baby, I'm going to really flood you out this time, perhaps I'll get the prize for making you pregnant again this year." I stood open mouthed as Kevin bounced Paula into the carpet for about fifty minutes, then I heard him say, "Are you ready baby, ovulating and everything, I do hope so, I'm about to empty my bollocks into you!"

As soon as Kevin pulled his dripping cock out of Paula's cunt, she jumped up, grabbed the towel and threw it over the seat and back of the sofa and then wriggled around on it so that her shoulders were on the sofa's seat and her bottom was up in the air against the back of the sofa, as a passing shot, Kevin offered Paula his still dripping cock and she sucked it deep into her mouth for five minutes before he pulled it out with a plopping sound that I heard out in the back garden. Kevin almost ran from the house picking his clothes up as he went.

Again, I heard Kevin reverse off of the drive and within two seconds another car arrived in its place. This time it was Mark; he came in and sat on the sofa next to his upside down wife, "Did you fill Anna's cunt for her?" "Yep, she's full to the brim." "Do you need to cum again?" "No, you can suck me a little if you like, Anna has a new vaginal wash, so my dick should taste like bananas Paula unzipped Mark's trousers and then she wriggled down the sofa so that her head was hanging off the cushion but her bottom was still up in the air.

Mark rolled off of the sofa and onto his knees, he pushed his cock deep into Paula's mouth, she pushed him away, "No, no bananas, just essence of salty boy." Then Paula sucked his cock into her mouth all over again and Mark began to fuck her mouth the way the other two men had fucked her cunt.

It was after four o'clock in the morning and dawn was beginning to break, so I decided to get out of my daughters back garden before one of the neighbours spotted me. So if I was sexually frustrated before that evening's entertainment, I was almost climbing the walls as I walked home. I passed my neighbour's house just as he was walking out of his front door, "You couldn't sleep either, I was just going for a walk over the fields, want to come along?"

I checked my watch, four thirty, if I went in the house at that time, I'd probably wake my husband and piss him off, so, even though I wasn't suitably dressed for a walk in the fields I decided to go with him. We had been neighbours with Danny since we got married and moved in next to him, Dan was sixty years old, so fifteen years older than me and my husband. We walked along the lane to the stile into the field; Danny climbed over first and then held out his hand to help me over.

I couldn't climb the stile with my coat fastened all the way to the bottom so I had to open the last few buttons, then I realised as I stepped over the top of the stile that Danny saw much more through the very thin material of my nighty than I had intended any man to see, I didn't even flaunt myself that way in front of my own husband.

When Danny saw my bright red tangle of hair through the transparent material of my nightdress, he just smiled, he kept hold of my hand which prevented me fastening the buttons again, "I'll need to help steady you on this part of the path, John ploughed far too close to the path this spring and now it's very dangerous in places."

I allowed John to help me along the field, somewhere deep in my body I realised that it had thrilled me to have my next door neighbour look at my very private area and in my life, I wouldn't have thought it could be possible to be thrilled by something like that.

"Can you remember when you moved in after your honeymoon?" "Yes, of course I can." "Can you remember the first weekend; it was even hotter than it has been this week." "Yes, I can remember that." "And can you remember going out into the back garden in that pretty little black bikini?" "No, I don't think I can remember that." "Well, you did, you bought it on your honeymoon to wear on the beach in Spain and that silly bugger you're married to asked you to take the bikini top off, like you did on the beach in Spain."

I blushed and tried to pull my hand out of Danny's but he held on tight, "I thought you were going to kill him, you stormed off into the house and put shorts and t-shirt on over your bikini, I never saw you wear the bikini in the garden ever again. Why did you go topless on the beach but wouldn't go topless in your back garden?" "I took my top off for ten minutes only and it was on a totally deserted beach, as soon as I saw someone a mile away, I put my top back on."

"That was a dammed shame, I would have loved to see you in the garden more often in that lovely bikini, and I would have loved to see you even more topless." Danny looked into my eyes and smiled. "I usually take the shortcut to the canal towpath through the woods." "I didn't think there was any way from the fields to the canal without going all the way up to the road." "Didn't use to be, but the men who park in the lay-by up on the road and walk the canal path broke through the fence a few weeks back." "Why?" "If I were being charitable, I'd say to find some privacy to take a piss."

Danny pulled me off of the path and led me into the woods along a well trodden pathway, eventually I got my breath back, "And if you weren't being charitable, what would you say?" Danny stopped in a small clearing with four other paths leading off, a huge sheet of black PVC sheeting had been strung up in the trees like a gazebo and beneath it, on the floor was a piece of old carpet, laid out on the ground on top of another huge sheet of black plastic. "If I were being slightly less charitable, I'd say they were bringing their girlfriends here to have sex with them on the dumped carpet." Danny pointed to the margin between the edge of the clearing and the start of the dense bushes, I saw over twenty condoms scattered out around the fringe.

"But if I'm honest with you, most are happy to do it with other men if there are no willing women about." I was totally shocked especially at the number of condoms strewn around. "We could carry on with the walk or we could hang around here for a few minutes." "What for?" "Well, sometimes, the truckers overnighting in the lay-by pop out to see if there are any men 'playing' on their way into work. Either that or, we could just hang out and 'chat' together, if you get my drift." I must have looked very confused as Danny just stepped in front of me and pressed his lips against mine. I did the schoolgirl thing and gasped at his boldness but I didn't pull away from his lips.

It wasn't a long or passionate kiss but it was the first time I had kissed a man on the lips other than my husband since the day we married, then, Danny broke his embrace and looked at my face, his right hand brushing a stray hair off of my face, then his fingers brushed lightly down my face, over my cheek and over my neck, then he stepped back in and kissed me a little more passionately, including pressing his tongue against my lips until I parted them for him.

That second kiss lasted much longer than the first and was one hundred times more passionate and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, his fingers slipped onto the buttons holding my coat closed, this time Danny didn't break his kiss until my coat was totally open and as he stepped away from me again, he eased my mackintosh off of my shoulders and dropped it onto the carpet, I looked down, the nighty I had worn to illicit some action from my husband without success, was having that effect on Danny, as I looked to the front of his trousers I saw the tent form as his cock grew in them.

After I had looked at the bulge in Danny's pants, I looked down at my own body, my nighty so transparent that my dark brown areolas were both very clearly visible through the thin nylon mesh of my nighty. My nipples, bigger than I could remember ever seeing them since I finished breastfeeding Paula, and further down, my bright red bush showing through the nude colour of my nighty.

Okay, I have to say now that I do blame my actions on lack of sleep, reading a pornographic book that belonged to my daughter and spending over two hours, watching my daughter fornicating with two of her old school friends before I watched her husband fucking her in her mouth but I just stood there with my arms at my side allowing my long time neighbour to look at my body obscured by just a wisp of material.

The world seemed to stop for over an hour but in reality it was only a minute or so, there was a sound off from the direction of the canal, my eyes shot in that direction, then Danny took my hand and whispered, "Look at me, you're perfectly safe, just concentrate on me, there is nothing out here that can hurt you." Danny kissed me again, then he let my hands go and skid his hands down my body over the outside of my nighty and when he reached the bottom hem, he began to pull my nighty up.

This time Danny only broke the kiss to slip my nighty off over my head, as soon as he threw it on top of my coat on the carpet, his mouth covered mine again as his hands explored every inch of my naked body, he kissed around to my ear, then he whispered, "Are you feeling comfortable?" It took the longest while and the sounds of snapping twigs just ten feet away from me was a cause for concern, "I promise you that I won't allow anything to happen that you don't want to happen, I think it's time we all had a little bit of harmless fun together."

A little bit of harmless fun, that sounded good to me. Danny eased me onto the carpet and then he pulled me down onto my knees, he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor. I found myself looking straight at Danny's cock, at least a half as big again as my husband's cock which I found surprising as Danny was twenty years older than my husband. I just knelt there staring at his cock, "You don't have to touch it if you don't want too, I just thought it would be fun. Have you ever sucked a cock before?" I shook my head, "Feel it!" I reached out and took his cock in my hands; I was shocked at just how heavy Danny's cock was.

I'm ashamed to say it but in all of my forty-five years on earth, this was the first time I had held a flaccid cock in my hands and felt it grow to full size just because I held it. "open your mouth," I did, Danny gave me the few rules involved in falatio and he eased his cock into my open mouth, I became a little frightened as I had seen this act performed only twice so far and both times the man had been very aggressive while fucking my daughter's mouth. Danny wasn't pushing in either way, he was very content to let me just fumble through my first attempt.

I stiffened as hands reached around my body from behind me, "Relax, this is just Pedro, a friend of mine who drives lorries from Tunisia to England once a week and stops off here over night looking for a friend for a few hours." Pedro began by massaging my breasts, from time to time his hands left my body and I would see his shirt or his vest or his trousers being thrown over to the corner of the carpet. When I saw his underpants hit the pile of clothing I realised that now we were both naked and there was only one next step.

Pedro had contented himself with massaging my breasts and upper body to that point, that and kissing my neck, shoulders and upper back, now his right hand dropped down between my legs, I was reasonably closed because of the way I was kneeling down but as soon as his fingers touched the outer fringe of pubic hair, Danny stepped away from me and held out his hand for me so that he could pull me to my feet and once on my feet, Danny began kissing me while Pedro began to massage between my legs, easing first one, then two and finally three fingers up into my cunt.

For me, the trail to my orgasm was usually a long and hard one, often sex with my husband didn't result in an orgasm which could explain why I didn't bother too much if I went without it for long periods but this was so far out of my normal life's experience that as soon as Pedro's fingers entered my body, it was like a switch being flicked on, I began an instant orgasm and as Pedro increased the speed of his massaging I began to cry, laugh, scream, whimper and swear at the top of my lungs.

Pedro said something in Spanish, something like "ella va a salir a chorros" and as he said it, Danny started to shuffle me over to the edge of the carpet and then off onto the mud, "esto es major." Danny laughed and then stepped away from me slightly. I had thought that Pedro's hands were moving as fast as humanly possible before but as soon as he had me standing, legs wide open, over the mud, he sped up his massaging to double the speed, I felt like I was about to faint and then I was taken by surprise once again as a little jet fired out from between my legs, I looked down to see the naked Pedro squatting at my side, his hands both soaking wet as were his forearms, then another jet, much greater volume and it fired further away from my body, "allí ella sopla."

I had no idea that a woman could spurt in that way but it was obvious that both Danny and Pedro knew that it was possible. Danny stripped off while Pedro worked the last drip out of my body, then we all got into the centre of the carpet and sat down. If I hadn't been trying to get my breath back so much I would have laughed at the thought of me and two men sitting out in the open air, stark bullock naked together. Danny and Pedro were chatting together in Spanish, every so often Danny would translate something Pedro had said for me and when I said anything, Danny translated it for Pedro. Then out of the blue, Danny said, "Pedro is asking if you're ready yet and if he needs to wear a condom?"

I repeated, "A Condom?" More as an exclamation than a reply but before I could make a move, Pedro had me on my back on the carpet, it took him just two seconds to roll the condom down his dick and he covered me in a flash, Pedro was like an animal, he fucked me like a starving man at his last supper. Pedro fucked me like I had never been fucked before; the waves of pleasure that washed over me caused me to black out from lack of oxygen and sensory overload.

When I came round, Danny was on top of me, fucking me slowly and languidly, he smiled down at me, "Hi sleepyhead, you faded out under Pedro, it seemed a shame to waste a warm, wet hole, when I've cum, Pedro will finish off in you, if you can stay awake that is."

It took Danny an age to shoot and when he did I realised that I actually felt him shooting up into me. I gasped, "You're not wearing a condom!" "No, you didn't tell me too, you only told Pedro too wear one." Danny rolled off of me and Pedro already had a fresh condom on his cock, he replaced Danny before I could make a run for it and once he began to give me orgasm after orgasm I didn't want to run anymore.

After five minutes of frenetic fucking Pedro put his arms under my legs and lifted them up, almost folding me in half, it was only the discomfort of being folded in half that diminished the pleasure enough to stop me passing out again. Pedro grunted like a rutting pig and gasped out loud as he filled the condom stretched over his cock, he looked over to Danny and said, "el tráfíco aumenta en el camino tengo que ir en un momento!" Danny slapped Pedro on the back, "Bueno para verle viejo amigo, hasta la próxima vez!" Danny passed me my nighty and said, "Pedro has to go, the traffic is building up on the main road, I'll let you know the next time he's stopping over on the lay-by, you can spend the night with him in his lorry if you'd like."

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