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First Published: 14 February 2016

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My Next Door Saviour Part 1
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Romance, Masturbation

Our house stood on a huge seventies housing estate, two bedrooms so they weren't designed for large families, usually people moved in, had their first child after a few years and then moved out for a larger house with a larger garden and most importantly, that third bedroom.

The build description was called 'System Built'; they came up with the idea to save money and speed up construction. The houses were all built on a raft of concrete rather than deep foundations and the inner walls of the house were built in a factory just like huge packing cases, a framework of timber beams with a thin skin of plywood and then plasterboard or as the Americans would say, rock wall or dry lining boards. Rockwool was pushed into the spaces between the frames and then the whole thing was wrapped in a plastic sheet before a brick outer skin was built around the house. Our houses were built at the transition between building all brick houses and the new system built style and they really didn't have any expertise in the problems of living with the design, things like insulation, they had really put thought into thermally insulating the outer walls but the gaps between the houses, well, they expected both houses to have their heating on and so wouldn't need insulation so they saved eight hundred pounds and left it out. The upshot of that omission was that I could sit in my living room and hold a conversation with my next door neighbour and neither of us had to raise our voices.

Johnny, my husband and I were reaching our seventh anniversary together and it looked like we were spiralling into the doldrums, we had started arguing about stupid things, fighting for no reason at all. I, of course, knew the underlying problem was sex! I'd never been that keen on sex, I didn't get that much out of it if I were being honest. I never liked the condom idea, I hadn't had a baby so I couldn't have an IUD fitted, I'd tried the pill but I couldn't get on with it and I kept forgetting to take it so when the offer came round for birth control implants I jumped at it.

Sunday evening Johnny asked me for sex, we'd been in bed ten minutes and he started kissing me and rubbing my body, I pushed him away and told him that I wasn't in the mood, he got the sulks and things really blew up the next morning because I'd ironed his blue shirt for work and not his white shirt. We only had a quick ten minute fist fight because he had to go to work. I could have spent that ten minutes ironing his white shirt but because of the way he went off about it I just thought, 'Fuck him, he can iron his own shirt!'

I had a full hour left before I had to go to work; I only worked three hours on a Mondays. I decided to iron Johnny's bloody shirts before I went to work because if I brewed on it all day and then came home to iron them I'd probably run them through my food blender. I had just started ironing the two blue and one white shirt that were waiting to be ironed when Sandra, my next door neighbour knocked on the kitchen door. She didn't wait to be invited in, she just knocked and walked in, "Do you have time for a coffee?"

"Yes but only if you make it, I've got to iron his shirts before I go to work."

Sandra put the kettle on and stood watching me ironing Johnny's linen shirts and it was bloody hard to get the creases out of linen! "Another fight this morning? Does that make it the fifth in seven days?"

I shook my head, "No, it can't be that many!"

"Trust me, you and Johnny have had five blazing rows in the past week."

"I have no idea what brought it on this time, why does he need a blue shirt today and not a white one?"

"It's the other way around, Johnny works in the office on Mondays and he goes out into the factory on Tuesdays, he needs a white shirt when he's working in the office and the blue shirt doesn't show the dirt so much when he's out on the factory floor on Tuesdays but the fight wasn't anything to do with his shirt and I think you know that!"

"What do you mean?"

"Johnny was angry because you turned him down last night when he wanted sex!"

I did my impersonation of a motorboat, "What...what...what...what!"

Sandra stopped me, "I know that Johnny wanted sex last night and you said no for the same reason that I knew you were both watching that film on BBC-two last night, well, Johnny was watching the film and you were knitting. Didn't you ever work it out that the wall between our bedroom is just as thin as the wall between our living rooms?"

I was shocked to say the least, "We haven't heard you and Johnny have sex more than three times in two years, probably since you went onto birth control implants!"

I stopped ironing Johnny's shirt and just stood there staring at her.

"Look Vicky, I'm not taking sides but the two of you are struggling, I'm sure that you both love each other and it'd be a shame to see you guys split up over something that can be fixed so easily."

"Has Johnny said anything to you or Rob?"

"No, but he doesn't have to, we can hear everything through the paper thin walls. I had exactly the same problem when I started out on the implants, fortunately I could go to my brother for help and now, we don't have any problems with sex."

I was confused, "I've never heard you two doing anything!"

"No, well you wouldn't, I'm not an exhibitionist, I don't want the two of you listening on me when I lose control, no, Rob and I pop up early while you two are watching TV, we hear when you turn your TV off and that's when we stop fucking."

I sat down and sipped at the coffee Sandra had made for me. "Are you happy to go on the way things are?"

"There's nothing I can do about it can I, Johnny wants sex every day of the week but I never seem interested at all these days."

"Johnny will get worse and worse until he has sex with you or with someone else and when he discovers that other women are willing to have sex, that's when he'll cut his losses and leave you!"

Sandra had just put into words something that had been in my mind for a long while but that I'd been too afraid to form into words. "I guess you're right but what can I do, if I don't feel like sex, what should I do, just let him use my body whenever he wants, then I'll be the one resenting him and I'll leave, I can't see any way out of the situation."

"Well, like I said, me and Rob were there two years ago but I was able to talk to my brother about it and he helped me out a lot!"

"How, what did your brother do?"

"Well, legally he couldn't do anything because he's my brother and he isn't my GP but he is a doctor and he is into research and his field of expertise is the reproductive system, he usually helps women to get pregnant. What time will you be home today?"

"I'll be home by two o'clock but I don't want help to become pregnant!"

"Do you want me to try and get you some help?"

I was blushing now, there were few things worse than your neighbour finding out that you're having marital problems and one of them was probably having it brought out in the open to strangers as well. "I need help if there is any!"

"Come to my house at two o'clock, I'll see what I can do. I'd better get off and get the housework done and...look at the time, you'll be late if you're not careful."

It was on my mind all the rest of the day at work, what could Sandra or her brother do to make me want sex, I just kept shaking my head all day, nothing, nothing at all!

I didn't recognise the car on Sandra's drive, I went in home and changed and then I went around the back to Sandra's kitchen door and knocked. Sandra introduced me to her brother David or Dr. Fletcher as he would be called at work. I was somewhat amazed at David, if he had stuck two balloons up his shirt and put on a wig, he would have been Sandra. They were twins but obviously not identical twins as one was a man and the other a woman.

Sandra made coffee as Dave asked me to fill in a form for him, I was a little confused, no, I was very confused. "I'm not your doctor, I think I can definitely help you, I'm sure of that but legally I can't do anything unless you're a subject in our trial, these papers are needed for my records and I'll have to ask you a lot of questions to satisfy my administrator. The other women in the trial had all been asked to keep a diary leading up to joining the trial so that we could get a good history of the subject, I don't suppose that you keep a diary do you?"

"Well, not anything in depth but I do note things down, well, did, I mainly used my diary before I went on birth control implants, now there are only four important dates in a year so I don't really need to keep a diary.

I fetched a few of my old diaries and Dave had his laptop running by the time I got back. Dave asked a million very embarrassing questions, things like how old I was when I lost my virginity, how many sexual partners in my life, did I practice anal sex, oral sex, sex with multiple partners and on and on and on!

Sandra sat there listening to our conversation in mild amusement, Dave had asked me if I minded his sister sitting in with us and the way that I looked at it was, it was her house, she should be allowed to stay but even if I asked her to leave, she could have gone into my house and still heard the same amount, she just wouldn't have seen my constant blushing.

David's questioning had definitely shown me that my husband had put up with a lot from me with little return, "No, never done anal sex, no, never done oral sex, no, never tried more than one partner, no, I never masturbate in front of my husband, no I never masturbate my husband, no, I've never seen my husband masturbating, no, I've never watched a blue film with a man!"

David sat in-putting all of my answers into his computer, he sat looking at the screen while he finished off his coffee, "The results show that you are within the seventy percentile zone, the normal response of a woman of your age and socioeconomic profile and one of the women that our trial is designed to help."

Well, at least that sounded helpful. "I would say, from looking at your diary that before you started on birth control implants your usual monthly pattern was reasonably static, you had your period, pretty standard three day bleed. Your sexual activity pattern seems to have been pretty stable too, day fifteen shows almost twenty percent of all sexual activity, day sixteen, thirty percent, day seventeen, again thirty percent, day eighteen, ten percent, day nineteen five percent. The rest of the sexual acts are pretty much just noise on the system, birthdays, anniversaries, valentine's day, and Christmas."

I'd never even noticed that there was a pattern to our lovemaking and as David and I went through the list of sexual acts I could almost read through the handwriting and comments I'd made that one fuck had been at Johnny's request and another had been at mine, it was by no means fifty - fifty, Johnny asked for sex ninety percent of the times we fucked but the weird thing was that it was usually day eighteen of my monthly cycle when I initiated things.

"Now you're not going to believe this Mrs. Clarke but I think, from the evidence as it has presented itself shows that your problem isn't low sex drive per say, you're in the absolutely normal sex drive range for a woman of your age, fourteen occasions of sexual desire or availability a year, if I survey one hundred women of your age they would all come out exactly the same."

Sandra went off to make another cup of coffee, "So, if you say that I am available for sex about once a month, how come I haven't had sex in over two years?"

"Your birth control implants have altered your hormonal balance. The thing is, when you were having periods before you went on the implants, when your egg was ejected from its follicle in your ovary to start the trip down to your womb, the empty follicle changes in what we call the Luteal Phase. The empty follicle puts out hormones that trigger your brain to make your womb ready to receive the gamete, it forms a plug of mucus in your cervix that's designed to feed and invigorate any sperm that get that far so that they have the strength to swim all the way to the opening of your fallopian tube which is where it will meet your egg and they do their dance. Do you understand all of that?"

"Well, no one has ever described it in that detail before!"

"No, they never do; now, the important thing is, as well as turning on Progesterone production the Loteal phase produces a few little understood amino acids as well. They do things like make your breasts feel more sensitive, they make you act in a different way, your lips appear fuller and moister to men looking at you and they make you more receptive to sex. Evolutionarily, back in Neanderthal times, if a man went close to a woman before day fifteen of her cycle or after day twenty, she would have fought him off and tried to run away, that's where we get the idea that a man would club woman insensible to have sex with her but if he had approached her in her fertile window, she would happily stand for him to mate with her and that brings the other point, that men would fight to keep other men away from her for those same few days so that only the strongest male passed his genes on in the village."

"So, what you're saying is that my husband should hit me so that he can have sex with me!"

"Well, that would be one answer but I'd never recommend it, no! What we need to do is reintroduce those missing hormones and amino acids that are missing because you never go through the Luteal phase. I can carry out an experiment with you if you are willing; I have ten small bottles of amino acid. You can take them home with these unmedicated sticking plasters. All you have to do is put one drop of the acid from the first bottle onto the pad of the plaster and wear it on your upper arm for twenty-four hours. I need you to note down all of your reactions and I need you to be as honest as you can be in the diary, try to describe any little change that you feel, especially if you get turned on at any point or have sex with your husband.

"Is it dangerous?"

"No, not at all, your body is designed to handle these chemicals; just because they call them amino acid they aren't dangerous. What I need you to do is leave the plaster on for twenty-four hours and then remove it and don't try the next bottle for at least twenty-four hours. The bottles are numbered so start with number one and work through to bottle ten and I'll come here to look through the results next month."

David packed away his stuff; he gave me the small box with ten little bottles and a box of plasters as well as an A-four ring binder with ten data sheets in it for me to fill in and then he left. I had another cup of coffee with Sandra, "And after I've tried all of these ten bottles and it doesn't work?"

"If you're anything like me, it'll work fine."

Sandra pulled her T-shirt out of her skirt at the back, pulled the back of her skirt and knickers down a little and showed me the line left behind by her birth control implant, "My usual implants are on the left and the ones that David made up for me based on the results from the amino acid test is the thinner line on the right."

I looked at my left forearm to see the four track marks from my own implants, the latest one looked well inflated and then the other three were less and less inflated, after a year there was almost nothing to see of the oldest track and that was where the next injection would be given.

"So what can I expect when I put his plaster on my arm then?"

"You never know really but when it happens naturally the chemical is delivered directly into your blood stream and it will reach your brain within seconds, the patch on your arm will be slower because it has to pass through the skin, then the muscle and then the blood stream, after that it will be just like the natural process. It could take up to three or four hours to get into the blood stream. If it is going to have any effect it could take anything up to twelve hours before you feel anything."

"Well, what happened when you took number one?"

"I can't help you there, the bottles are numbered randomly, in the real test, twenty-five percent of the test subjects just get ten bottles of water to take account of the placebo effect, it's a standard double blind system of testing."

Sandra helped me to prepare the first plaster and she stuck it on my shoulder, then she took the ring binder and she filled in the first part of the first page, things like the date and the time that the plaster was applied to my arm.

I went home, slipped the ring binder on my shelf in the book case and the small box of bottles in my drawer of the bureaux then I set about cooking dinner and cleaning around the living room, Johnny got home about six o'clock, as soon as he walked in the door he apologised about the way he acted that morning and kissed me. "Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."

"I'll run up and have a quick shower before dinner then."

Johnny came down dressed in his casual clothes, we ate dinner and he helped with the washing up and then we sat on the sofa together watching TV, I resisted the temptation to knit, even though I found the TV boring and would usually have chosen to knit as a way of taking my mind off of things.

We watched the news at ten as usual and at ten thirty we went up to bed. I had my usual wash before bed and changed into my nighty, everything just the way I always did it, just my usual nighty and nothing else under it. I turned off the light and joined Johnny in bed; he was, as usual totally naked.

We kissed for a few minutes and then Johnny started to pull the hem of my nighty up, it was Johnny's usual mating ritual, he would usually pull the front of my nighty up as far as it could reach and then, with my nighty bunched below my breasts he would roll over on top of me and insert, that is if I let him get that far, all too often in the recent past I would stop him before my knees were uncovered.

I didn't want sex, I didn't feel like sex but I remembered all of the things that Sandra's brother had asked me if Johnny and I did together so instead of rejecting Johnny's advances out of hand, I reached down and took a tight hold of Johnny's cock, as he moved his body over mine I slid my hand up and down his cock, just six or seven times and he fired off all over my belly taking me totally by surprise, him too by the sound of things. I tried to ignore the giggling coming from the wall separating Sandra's bedroom from ours. I thought that Johnny would be mad but he wasn't, he thanked me for giving him a hand and then he crushed me in a tight cuddle as he rained kisses down over my lips.

We lay in silence, just kissing and I heard Sandra through the wall, "Huhh..................huhh.................huhh................huhh...............huhh..............huhh............huh.....huhh....huhh...huhh..huhh.huhhhhhhhhh"

And then all was silent. For the first time in years Johnny and I fell asleep entwined in a cuddle instead of lying back to back.

I was awakened by the feeling of Johnny kissing my collarbone, he kissed up to the side of my neck and started to gather the front of my nighty again in his hands, starting to pull the front up as usual but what wasn't usual was that it was in the morning and already light outside so this was far from usual for us. I still wasn't interested in sex, far from it, I looked over at the clock, it was five forty-five, the alarm clock would go off in just fifteen minutes time. I bit my bottom lip, my nighty was approaching the underside of my breasts, Johnny would move at any moment. I didn't want sex but I lifted my bottom and Johnny pushed my nighty right up to my neck, exposing my breasts.

Johnny didn't roll on top of me as he usually would, he began kissing my breasts and rubbing his hand down over my belly, I opened my legs and Johnny's hand slipped between them, he massaged around my clitoris and dipped his fingers inside my body, opening me up gently and while he was busy down there I eased my upper body up slightly and pulled my nighty all the way off over my head. It was the first time that I had been naked in bed with my husband since our wedding night. I rubbed the back if his head and whispered, "You only have ten minutes left!"

That was the first time in my life that I had ever encouraged the sexual act. My words spurred Johnny on and he entered my body. Johnny fucked me with speed, a ten minute countdown would never be a great inducement to love making but that was all the time he had and he made the best of every minute, filling my belly just as the alarm clock sounded.

Johnny dwelled just a few moments to get his breath back, I hadn't come close to an orgasm but then I almost never did, in fact, every time that Johnny thought he had made me cum during our married life had all been faked on my part to encourage him to finish himself more quickly. "You get your shower and get ready for work; I'll go and get your breakfast."

I pulled my nighty back on to cover my body and as I cooked Johnny's breakfast there were two rivers of semen running down my inner thighs.

Johnny kissed me goodbye and left by the kitchen door, as he opened the door Sandra was standing there about to knock. They passed on the step and Sandra rushed over to me, "I've come to help you fill in today's page, well, todays and yesterdays."

"I don't think I really need any help filling in a simple form."

"Okay, what are you going to say about yesterday?"

"Just that I put the patch in my arm and nothing happened, there was no effect!"

"So, that proves that I have to help you fill in the page, you had sex last night and judging by the spunk dribbling down your inner thighs, you did it again this morning."

I was blushing as Sandra made me go through everything that had happened the previous evening while she noted it all down and then had to blush even deeper red as I had to run through in intimate detail everything that had happened in bed just over an hour earlier. All was noted in the ring binder including the fact that I didn't want the act to take place or receive any pleasure at all from the act. I'd felt no change after testing the first amino acid and that fact had disappointed me a great deal too.

Work was as boring as ever and I reached home at two thirty in the afternoon. I sat with Sandra drinking coffee for an hour before she checked her watch, "Right, you've had that plaster on for twenty-four hours, time to rip it off, go and wash your arm to clean off any chemical that might be left behind."

Johnny came home dirty from being out on the factory floor, we kissed in the kitchen, "How long until dinner will be ready?"

"Twenty minutes, go up and take your shower and remember the back of your neck, it's filthy!"

I had put the dinner plates on the dining table by the time Johnny came back down from his shower but he wasn't dressed in his usual casual clothes, all he wore was his towelling robe and a towel around his neck. We ate and then washed the dishes together again. Johnny settled in front of the TV and cuddled up to me, "Shouldn't you be getting ready for the pub, it's darts practice tonight!"

Johnny nuzzled into my neck, "I don't feel like going out, I just want to stop in and cuddle up to you."

"You know that if you don't turn up for Tuesday practice you don't get a place on the team on Thursday for the match!"

I could see that Johnny was torn, he liked the competitive situation at the pub, not just the darts, that was just an excuse but the camaraderie of long established friendships that leads to competition on more fronts than just the darts. Even a simple joke turned into a competition to tell a better joke or usurp the punch line of another's joke.

"I'll go if you come with me; you've been on my mind all day at work."

It crossed my mind that I was in his thoughts because I'd let him fuck me before breakfast. I let him talk me into going with him to the pub even though I knew I'd be bored out of my mind. I followed Johnny up to our bedroom; I opened my wardrobe doors, "What should I wear to a back street pub for dart's practice night?"

Johnny was hopping around the bedroom trying to get his legs into his cream chinos, when he finally managed to wrestle them into submission he came and stood behind me, he rummaged to the very back if my closet and his hand came back with a pair of jeans that I hadn't worn since before we married.

"God, they won't fit me anymore, I don't even know why I kept them for so long!"

"Try them on at least..." Johnny also pulled out a very thin, white, cashmere turtle neck jumper that was just as old and just as unlikely to fit me. "...and this, I loved to see you wearing these jeans and polo top!"

I stripped down to my panties and bra and was just about to put my leg into the jeans but Johnny stopped me, "What about...well, just this once...Remember I bought you some sexy lingerie one valentine's day...you never did wear them, I don't think you even took them out of their wrapper...would you...just this once...for me!"

As Johnny was talking he went over to my knicker drawer and rootled about in it, he pulled out the bra and panty set still in its cellophane wrapper. There was also a suspender belt in the package but they wouldn't be needed under jeans. I looked into his hand, it seemed to me that I was the one giving, giving way on sex when I didn't really want it, giving way on going out to the pub even though I'd be bored to death there and now I was giving into dressing the way he wanted me to dress. Well, the jeans probably wouldn't fit at all so what was I fretting about.

Johnny watched me closely as I took my panties off and slipped into the totally impractical thong that Johnny asked me to wear for him; Johnny had never paid me so much attention when I was dressing before. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and wished I hadn't. I looked like a whore, no covering over my arse and my tits lifted high and pushed forwards by the bra. I pulled the skinny jumper over my head first, it was tight, hell, it had been tight when I bought it ten years ago but far tighter now. The cashmere was stretched so tightly across my body that I could make out the red silk cups and the black trim of my bra through the weave of my polo neck sweater. I looked at Johnny and gestured with my hands as if to say, 'You really expect me to go out like this?' Johnny just gathered me in his arms, kissed me passionately and whispered, "You look bloody fantastic," in my ear.

I pulled myself away and sat on our bed, slipped my feet into my old jeans and wriggled them up my legs, they were designed to be skinny jeans but this was ridiculous, they were hugging my legs tighter than tights or stockings would have. It took far longer to get my jeans over my bum and hips but once they were in place I was actually able to fasten the button in the waistband and pull the zip up. I could see the outline on the thong through the tightly stretched denim covering my bum and hips.

"Should I wear the blue and white checked Ben Sherman button down or the red polo shirt?"

"Polo I think."

I smiled to myself as Johnny pulled his tight red polo shirt over his head, that was only the second time in my life with Johnny that I'd made a suggestion as to what he should wear, the first time was when I helped him to select the suit that he wore when we got married.

I insisted on wearing a coat for the walk from home to the pub even though it was too warm to need one and once we walked into the pub Johnny took a torrent of abuse from the other dart's players for bringing me along to darts practice, I was the only woman in the bar and I took a table in the furthest corner away from the dartboard while Johnny went to the bar to buy me a port and lemon and his own pint. He was taking a lot of insults like he was under my thumb, he was pussy whipped.

I took my coat off and hung it over the back of the chair I'd chosen to sit on and the room instantly fell silent. I eventually heard someone whisper, "Fucking hell, she's gorgeous!"

I blushed a little and looked at Johnny, I'd expected him to be a little upset at the way his team mates were talking about me and ogling my body because of the way I was dressed but he looked proud of me, he winked at me and blew me a kiss while he waited for our drinks. Johnny was just about to walk to the back of the room with our drinks but he was stopped, "Don't leave that goddess sitting way over there, being her down here to the team table!"

I was shocked at that comment, the dart's players were usually overly protective about their team table, they didn't want anyone else being able to listen in on their 'Boy's Talk'. Johnny put our drinks on the team table and then gestured for me to move down, closer to the dartboard.

I don't think I've ever been flirted with by so many men in my life before and I do mean in my entire life, even when there were fifteen boys in my class at school and every one of them used to flirt with every girl in the hopes that one might crack and go out with him.

I'm not sure if I was flattered by all the attention or embarrassed but I sat through it all evening because Johnny seemed to want me to. The training ended as usual at nine thirty giving the team a clear hour's concerted drinking time before the pub closed at ten thirty. I was being offered drinks from almost every man in the team but Johnny was adamant that we would have to go home early because we both had work early the next day. I'd had two port and lemons and Johnny had drunk just one beer all evening.

I wrapped myself in my coat and we walked out of the pub, "I'm sorry for dragging you away, did you want to stay longer?"

I thought 'Fucking hell, I didn't want to come in the first place, why would I want to stay there drinking for longer?' but I just smiled at Johnny and said, "No, it was starting to get a little rowdy in there as players were finishing their games."

"They all wanted to have sex with you, did you know that?"

"Don't be silly, some of them are happily married, they wouldn't risk messing about behind their wives' backs."

Johnny laughed at my answer, "You'll never know!"

"What does that mean?"

We had stopped walking home at that point, we were right in front of the grocery store, Johnny pulled me into the recessed shop doorway so we couldn't be seen so easily, he pulled my body against his and turned me so that my back was toward the street then he pulled my coat open, slipping his hands inside my coat and starting to fondle my body under the cover of my coat and the recessed doorway.

Johnny lavished several kisses all over my mouth and neck as he slowly eased my jumper up as high as my arms and coat would allow, he eased the front over my chest so the front of my jumper was all rolled up under my chin. He was breathing heavily because he was so excited, me on the other hand, I was terrified, my head was spinning from the left to the right trying to make sure that no one was coming from either direction, "Hold your coat open for me please!"

I looked once more to the left and then to the right before I did as Johnny had asked me and I took the sides of my coat in both hands and pulled it wide open so he could look at my almost naked upper body. I was suddenly taken back fifteen years to my days as an inexperienced school girl standing in a very similar doorway with a boy two years older then me and as we kissed he had taken his cock out of his trousers and had tried to get me to touch it for him. Naturally, I had run a mile as soon as I realised that he had opened his trousers.

Johnny stopped kissing me and stepped back so he could look at my body. He reached out, I was almost at arm's length away from him when he rubbed his hands over my breasts through my bra, then he leaned in and pushed his fingertips under the front chest strap. As he started to lift the front of my bra up I closed my coat and again I looked all around to make sure that I was still safe. Johnny had uncovered my breasts while they were covered by my coat, he didn't ask me to open my coat again, he seemed happy to just play under the cover of my coat but I could see that he was looking at my hands as he massaged my breasts.

I was in an inner quandary, I was a thirty year old married woman, I had a house that was comfortable and safe, almost totally private, only Sandra and Rob knew when Johnny and I were making love. Johnny was still standing back as if he was looking at my breasts still and I could see that massive bulge in his chinos. 'Damned it, why am I being so shy, there's no one about!'

I looked all around again just to be sure and then I slowly opened my coat again and as my coat widened so did Johnny's grin. He bent forwards and began to kiss all over my breasts and chew on my nipples, I fought the urge to let my coat go and cradle the back of Johnny's head the way I had done this morning during sex.

I was suddenly aware of the almost silent sound of a car approaching us from behind with its headlights off, fortunately Johnny heard it too and he stood back up and, because I was frozen with fear Johnny pulled my coat front out of my hands and managed to fasten two buttons in the middle of my coat, he whispered, "Don't try to pull your bra or jumper down as he kissed me on my neck."

"Hello, what do we have here then?"

I almost freaked out, I spun around on the spot, it was a good job that Johnny had not only closed my coat but managed to button it a little as well. A police car was parked nose in onto the little lay-by in front of the shop; it had been parked in the street opposite the shops which is why I had missed it each time I'd looked around.

One policeman was out of his car and walking towards us, the other had opened his door but remained inside the car. The copper was looking carefully at my face as if he was trying to recall me from somewhere, "Hello love and what's your name and address?"

I suddenly developed a stutter as I told him my name and address, "Leopold Street eh? That's the third turning on the left and second on the right?"

"Second on the left then third on the right!"

The policeman nodded his head at that and I heard a slight echo from the driving seat, "Victoria Clarke, sixteen Leopold Street, Kettering, PNC check please!"

I felt my face flush and redden on hearing my name and address being put out over the police radio.

"And you sir, what's your name and address?"

Johnny told them his name and our address again, the policeman in front of us had been writing our details into his notebook, he stopped when he heard Johnny's name and address. "Are you trying to tell me that you are husband and wife sir?"

Johnny had a silly grin on his face and he nodded his head. "Do either of you have any proof of identity on you?"

Johnny patted his pockets, his chinos were so tight that he didn't even have a house key on him, just three five pounds notes in his back pocket in case he needed to buy more beer; I had the keys in my hand bag. The policeman took the three five pound notes from Johnny's hand and inspected them, "Well sir, strangely enough you just happen to have the exact amount that working girls around here charge for doorway hand relief!"

The money was passed back to Johnny, "And you love, do you have any proof of identity?"

I opened my handbag and started to look through, "On the bonnet of the car if you don't mind love."

I emptied my handbag out on the bonnet of the police car and the policeman poked around the pile on his bonnet with the back of his pen, at that moment the driver joined us, "Nothing on the PNC check Gary, anything in her handbag?"

"No condoms, no money. So if we can get some proof of ID we can be on our way!"

The driver of the car looked over at me for the first time since he got out of the car. "Anything in your pockets darling?"

I put my hands in my coat pockets and shook my head. "Could you turn your pockets inside out for me?"

I did as requested, "And your jeans, anything in those pockets."

I carefully lifted my coat to show just how tight my jeans were, if I'd have had a bus ticket in there the outline would have been clearly on display, just in the same way that my panty line was. The two coppers got in a huddle, Johnny whispered, "Don't worry, we're okay!"

I heard things like, "Her knickers look like a hooker but her jeans are too tight for a whore, it'd take too long to take them off and put them back on again between customers."

The other copper said, "But most street workers only do hand and oral around here, too few places to get naked!"

They fronted back up to us, "Right, as neither of you have any means of identification on you we have just two options, we could take you home and you can find some proof of identity in there or we can take you down to the station and call in someone who had proof of their identity to come in and vouch for you!"

Johnny let his arm drop from the small of my back and stepped forward, "We both have out passports at home, we can go there!"

"Right sir, would you like to get in the back of the car please?"

I was busily scooping my things back into my handbag and as soon as I'd closed the snap on my bag again the policeman said, "Come along love, in the car now."

It seemed strange to me that Johnny was being treated with a lot of respect, they kept calling him sir while I was love or darling, they had totally made up their minds that I was a hooker.

I just hoped that none of our neighbours saw us both being dragged home by the police for fooling around in the shop doorway. I was left standing in the living room with the policemen while Johnny ran up to our bedroom to find our passports. It dawned on me that I must have looked very suspicious to the policemen standing in a winter coat in the house on a hot summer's day. Our passports were checked and the coppers were satisfied that we were husband and wife and that I wasn't a known prostitute.

Johnny was still grinning like a fool, "Well, now that's settled, can I offer you guys a coffee or anything?"

I just wanted them out of the house so I could sort out my clothing and Johnny was offering them home comforts. They said yes to the offer of coffee, "Will you go and make the coffee darling?"

Fortunately the two police officers were happy to stay in the living room while I went through to the kitchen on my own; I popped the coffee on and stood with my back to the serving hatch, opened my coat and wriggled my bra and sweater back into place. I took my coat off and carried a tray with four cups and saucers, a jug of coffee, cream, milk and sugar through to the living room.

I saw the coppers look at each other and smile, then they spent the next twenty minutes staring at my tits, well, my sweater and the shadow of my bra that was visible through my sweater.

During our twenty minute chat they explained why they were there on our estate, complaints that young women were working as street prostitutes in the area around the shop, the library car park and the kid's playground. When they saw Johnny and me they had just returned from taking an eighteen year old girl and her customer into custardy, the girl was local and she had given her customer, who came from Wellingborough, oral sex in the same doorway that they spotted me and Johnny in and that's why they were so pissy with us.

I saw the policemen to the door and then returned to the living room; Johnny pounced on me straight away, smothering my mouth with kisses, "God I can't believe how turned on I am right now!"

"Why?"

"Well, I was really turned on when you dressed exactly how I wanted you to and then, in the pub, when everyone was flirting with you and checking you out, I got even more turned on. When you let me play with you in the doorway of the shop I almost creamed my chinos, if those cops hadn't turned up when they did I was going to ask you to wank me off. And the top hat was when they came in here and you came into the room with the coffee, I thought they were going to cream their trousers."

"Have you seen the time?"

"Damned it, it's passed bedtime, come on let's go to bed."

I was about to go in the bathroom and wash and change for bed as usual but Johnny wouldn't let go of my hand, "Do you have to wash and change?"

"Noooooo, what, you want me to go to bed dressed like this?"

"No, I want to undress you!"

Johnny grinned at me like a big kid again so I let go of the bathroom door handle and let him pull me into our bedroom. Johnny stripped off totally as soon as we walked into the bedroom, his cock was half erect but all he needed to do was flick his eyes in my direction and his cock sprang to fully erect again. My sweater was the first to come off and Johnny pushed me onto the bed on my back, it was quite a fight to get my jeans off and then he eased me into the middle of the bed on my back. He spent a few minutes kissing all over my body and then he lined himself up with my body and looked over at the clock, "Damned thing's mocking me!"

He planted a massive kiss on my lips and then said, "It's really late..."

"Yes I know, really, really late!"

"...you know what you did for me last night?"

"Yes."

"Well, to save time will you do it for me again tonight?"

I smiled into his eyes and nodded my head before I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock and started to rub him the way I did the previous evening. "Stop, do it a little slower please!"

As I rubbed his cock a little slower he started twisting his body around and knee walking along the side of my body. As he approached my face the thought jumped into my mind, 'the eighteen year old local girl was giving her customer, oral sex in the shop doorway.' And I remembered how Sandra's brother had reacted when I told him that I'd never had oral sex, he had looked at me as if I was crazy, totally mad. And as Johnny's cock loomed large next to my cheek I thought, "He's going to ask me to suck his cock!'

Johnny was breathing heavily and was beginning to thrust his cock into my hand harder as I rubbed his cock. I'd never actually seen Johnny climax before, sex had always been in the dark and now it looked like it was going to turn into a double first, oral sex as well as sex with the lights on.

Johnny gasped, "Can I cum over your face please?"

'Oral sex or cum over my face, no fucking contest', I just looked from his cockhead up into his eyes, smiled at him and nodded my head. Well, I got to do half a nod before he grunted and achieved splash-down. The first jet of semen hit my nose and ran into my eyes and that was as much of his orgasm as I got to see. I had to clamp my eyes closed to stop his spunk running into my eyeballs. The second jet went into my left nostril and over my lips, the third hit my chin and covered my neck the fourth hit my chest and fell onto my left bra cup.

Johnny was finished, spent, he fell onto the bed at my side gasping for breath, "Wow, that was bloody fantastic darling!"

I was shaking my head and trying to speak without opening my mouth, "God, I'm sorry darling, hold it there, I'll run and fetch a towel."

Johnny gave me a face cloth and a towel to mop his semen off of my face, neck and breasts, I saw him look at the clock again, "Ready for bed now?"

I nodded my head, "Will you sleep with me in the nude please?"

I nodded my head and slipped out of my bra and knickers while Johnny slipped off of the bed and turned the lights off. Once again we went to sleep cuddling face to face listening to "Huhh..................huhh.................huhh................huhh...............huhh..............huhh............huh.....huhh....huhh...huhh..huhh.huhhhhhhhhh" coming through Sandra and Rob's bedroom wall.

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