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Written: 19 October 2018

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Personal Ads

by Isabella

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

John had the bad fortune to be in exactly the wrong place at the wrong time, he was driving from Leicester to Nottingham along the A47 when a thirty ton tipper truck crossed the divide and used my husband's car as a break!

Twenty years of marriage, twenty years of looking after John's house, twenty years of looking after him, twenty years of entertaining him in his bed, ostensibly to make a baby but I just guess that he was a bit of a sex maniac really. John was only home three nights a week, spending the other four travelling around selling various kinds of insurance and on the three nights that he was home, all he wanted to do was fuck.

I was eighteen when I married John, straight from school, I had friends in Newcastle where I grew up but when John got a promotion at the Newcastle Premium Life Insurance Company we had to move to Northamptonshire, John had to set up a new office and start to expand the company's network. John had Leicester, Derby, Nottingham, Northampton and Peterborough in his area, seeking out leads and filtering appointments out to more than fifty salesmen.

In twenty years living in Northampton, I'd never managed to make any friends, as soon as people heard my accent; they closed ranks so now I was a forty year old widow without a friend in the world. I didn't even know if I had any money in the bank to live on but John being in the insurance business, I assumed he'd have life insurance...

I started cleaning house, my husband's job necessitated reading local newspapers to gather addresses, telephone numbers or contact details from 'Births, Deaths and Marriages' or as John called them, hatched, matched and dispatched.

I cleared more than a thousand old newspapers out of John's office. When I returned from the recycling bank I found the latest newspaper from Leicester. I'd have to find out where John ordered that paper from to cancel it. I was about to throw the paper in the bin unread when I realised that it would have been a waste so I sat down with a coffee and started reading.

There was little in the way of news, the paper seemed to be one long stream of advertisements. I stopped at the personal ads; the 'Births Deaths and Marriages' were encircled by personal ads. My eye was drawn to an expensive looking advert, 'Fun loving lady, early fifties, seeks similar for friendship and travel. Box 556!'

My first thought was, 'Just how desperate must a person be to place an advert like that?'

I closed the paper and went to bed; I tossed and turned for hours but couldn't get to sleep. I realised that with John gone, I would have to find something or someone to fill the empty space in my life. I didn't relish the prospect of getting out on the meat-market...or should that have been the meet-market...

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I hauled myself out of bed at four o'clock in the morning and jotted down a quick note...the thing that had me tossing and turning mostly was, what would I put in my own personal advert, how would I describe myself in twelve words or less...I couldn't, I was far too complicated. The natural progression from that first thought was...how would I have answered 'Box 556's' advert. I made six attempts and at six o'clock I had something that I thought I could send. I was really sleep-deprived or I wouldn't have sealed the letter in an envelope and addressed it to 'Box 556, Leicester Mercury'.

I actually convinced myself that with such vague address, my response to 'Box 556' stood very little chance of being delivered so I promptly forgot all about it.

I didn't want to go out, I know that it was crazy but I got the feeling that everyone, even people that didn't know me, were avoiding me and giving me pitying looks. I set about cleaning house...starting from the food cupboards. There were certain foods that John liked, that I ate only because he liked them, I didn't bother cooking any of those. I gathered anything that was unopened and dried or tinned, I crept out of the house at ten o'clock, just before my local supermarket closed and dumped John's favourite dried or tinned food in their 'Food for the homeless' program's collection bin.

I spent two weeks eating out of my cupboards and freezer and was just getting to the point that I'd need to go shopping, I had plenty of money, I got an instant payment of fifty thousand pounds from my husband's life insurance and discovered that even our mortgage had an inbuilt insurance built into it that if either one of us died the house would be paid off completely. I had no idea what I'd be worth in the end because my husband was at work when he died, his company would make a 'Death in service' payment as well as a sum from compensation from the company that caused my husband's death but that would be settled in a court case at some point in the future.

I met the postman on the drive as I was heading for my car to go shopping for the first time since my husband died, he had just one letter for me, the envelope was white and my address was handwritten in copperplate script, 'John's Great Aunt!' popped into my head, she was the only person I knew that took such care when writing a letter. I threw the letter on the front passenger seat and drove to the supermarket. I was wearing a wide brimmed hat with my coat collar turned up so that I was as hidden as possible on my way to the shop and when I got there I popped on big sunglasses, even my own mother wouldn't recognise me but I still felt like people were looking at me, pitying me!

My shopping trip started out okay, I collected a large trolley so that I could replace all of the food I'd eaten over the previous month, I walked through the doors calmly, I selected a bunch of bananas from the fruit and veg stalls. I knew I needed potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, green beans and onions but with just bananas in my trolley I walked on towards the dry goods area, I collected a kilo bag of porridge. I was walking quicker now; I managed to grab a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk before running to the checkouts.

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I was just short of hyper-ventilating by the time I put my meagre shop into the boot of my car. I drove home and made a pot of coffee and sat in the living room to try and get my breath back and suddenly remembered the letter from John's Great Aunt, still sitting on the front passenger seat of my car. I couldn't face going back out to the car, 'The letter will still be there in the morning!' fired off in my head and even though it was only four o'clock in the afternoon, I went to bed. I wasn't physically exhausted; it was more emotionally tired and mentally exhausted. I did feel a little guilty at leaving John's Great Aunt out in the cold but John had been dead for a month now so one more day before her condolence letter is read wouldn't hurt.

I slept in short bursts, thirty minutes sleeping and an hour staring at the ceiling, it had been over a month since I'd stared at the ceiling with John on top of me, I used to try and hold off my orgasm as long as I possibly could even though I really enjoyed sex and the orgasm but just before I married John my oldest friend got drunk on my 'Hen' night and told me that if I wanted to make sex sessions last longer after my honeymoon I had to hold off my orgasm, "Once the shine has worn off his new toy, he'll do you until you climax and he'll follow you straight away thinking his work is done for the night..." My friend chose that moment to slide off the bar stool and onto the floor of the bar.

I woke again at one thirty in the morning; I'd been in bed for almost ten hours but had only actually been sleeping for around three and a half hours. I woke to find that I was actually rubbing my breasts through my nighty and in a half dream I rubbed my hands down over my ribs towards my pussy, as my fingers reached my pubic hair through my gossamer thin nighty I realised that I'd absentmindedly dressed for John...

Whenever John was working away from home and I knew that he wouldn't be home I would go to bed wearing a thick winceyette night gown that reached down to my ankles, I would also wear my bra and knickers to bed and in the winter I also wore long bed socks but on the nights that John would be home or even if he could be home, I'd wear one of my very short nighties and nothing else to bed. I'd absentmindedly worn John's favourite nighty when I went to bed at four o'clock and I was dressed as if John was coming home. I was just about to run my fingers down between my thighs and I jolted myself to a stop, I'd never masturbated in my life before and I was just about to do it for the first time in my life.

I dragged myself out of bed, I was still tired but I needed a walk to try and clear my head and walking around the village at two o'clock in the morning at least I shouldn't bump into anyone else!

I slipped my feet into wellington boots and headed for the front door, I caught my reflection in the hall mirror as I opened the door and stopped myself...I really did have cotton wool where my brain should have been, I'd really dressed for John in bed, My shortest nighty, white tulle that was totally see-through, the nighty came with frilly knickers as a kind of 'Baby-doll' thing but Johnny threw the knickers away because he didn't like me wearing knickers in bed, even if they were see through.

I used the now open door to shield myself from anyone that might be looking in my direction, I could get dressed but I was only planning on walking the mile around the outskirts of the village and then I'd be going back to bed to try and get some quality sleep. I had an Australian 'Drover's' coat, it was ankle length, water-proof with a short cape collar, it had four layers of waterproofing over the shoulders and double waterproof layers over the rest of the coat. There was a long vent slit up the back of the coat with a two button patch just above the backs of my knees that could be unfastened so that the coat could be worn whilst riding a horse. I pulled the coat on and fastened the front, there was only six buttons down the front, the bottom button was just about level with my crotch, again, designed for riding a horse.

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The street was in darkness and once I'd turned off my own hallway light, the only point of light in the street was from the living room window across the road. I'd never spoken to the couple that lived in that house but John and Paul were on regular speaking terms. I could see Paul sitting on his sofa watching TV on his own. My house had a short drive but Paul's house fronted straight onto the street so standing on my front step, I could see every detail in Paul's living room, I could also hear Paul's TV because all of his windows were open as it was such a warm night.

I turned left at the end of my drive, the street lights in the village went off at midnight, we'd been told that if we'd agree to having the 160 Watt MBTL lamps that illuminated our village swapped for the more usual 35 Watt SoX lamps, we'd get more lights and they'd be left on all night but people in the village preferred the brilliant blue/white light that the blended mercury lamps gave out over the dull orange glow of the sodium lights. So, even though the village had sixty lamp posts, at two o'clock in the morning, it was totally dark.

I'd only walked a few hundred yards when I saw a car's headlights in the distance, a car was heading for my village and I didn't want to be spotted by its driver so I sidestepped through the gate and into the small village park at the back of the Village Hall. The gate gave a little squeak, little louder than a mouse's voice.

I heard a female voice a few feet away in the darkness, "What was that?"

"Just wind in the trees...come on Gail, let me fuck you, it is my birthday after all!"

"Gavin, I've already told you that Paul's expecting a fuck tonight...it's the only reason he agreed to let me go with the girls to watch the 'Chippendales' show in Northampton and the last thing he wants to do is find your deposit in me when he fucks me!"

"I've got a condom!"

"Gavin, I'm not going to let you fuck me tonight, Paul's working the two till ten shift tomorrow, you can come round to my house as soon as you see him leave, he'll go around one-thirty."

A sudden shaft of moonlight shattered the dark from a small hole in a large summer storm cloud, fortunately the shaft of light only illuminated Gail and Gavin, I recognised Gail, she was the wife of the Paul that lived across the road from me and she was standing kissing Gavin, the young man who lived at the end of our street, before he went to university, he was our paperboy, he delivered eight newspapers to John every evening and he always came to the back door and handed the papers over to me or to John so they weren't creased up by going through our letter box in the front door.

Gavin was pulling at a bow tied at the side of Gail's dress. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stop my gasp becoming audible. Gail was wearing a simple wrap over dress that was only held closed by a simple bow tied over her left hip. Gavin was holding her dress wide open; I could see her underwear, a very lacy white bra, thong and suspender belt. My view was blocked as Gavin slipped his arms behind her back inside her dress, as he kissed her it looked like he was fucking her as they stood there. Gail twisted her body and pulled away from him, "I told you 'No!' Gavin, I'll give you a hand job tonight but that's all!"

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"What about a blow job instead?"

"Paul would taste it in my mouth or smell it on my breath; it's just a hand job or nothing!"

"I can do that for myself."

I saw Gavin pulling Gail's body against his again and once again Gail pushed him away as he seemed to be trying to fuck her standing up again, this time I saw Gavin's cock, Gail was pulling the thin string that formed her thong's gusset back into place, "I said no and I mean it...why don't you go and visit Anna, she's madly in love with you?"

"She's too young for me."

"She's two years older than you."

"You know I prefer women who are closer to my mother's age."

"Why don't you give the Widow Clarke a knock, according to my Paul she was always at it with John before he died, she's been on her own for a month now, she must be climbing the walls by now!"

I had to hold back another gasp as I was looking at Gavin's vigorous cock in the shaft of moonlight. There was something about a nineteen year old's cock, especially when he's being told by a lover to try to get sex out of me...

"What makes you think she's sex mad like that?"

"Well, Paul had borrowed her husband's socket set at Easter and he saw John arrive home from work and ran over to give it back to him. John hadn't been in the house for ten seconds when Paul got to the kitchen door. He said that he was about to knock the door when he thought he heard the sounds of sex so instead of knocking at the door, he looked through the kitchen window. Victoria was bent over the kitchen table, face down, her dress was hanging over her head and she was totally naked under her dress and John was giving her one from behind and he was still holding his briefcase in his hand as he fucked her."

"Perhaps I'll call round in the morning, see if Mrs Clarke needs anything doing around the house...I might not need to bother you tomorrow afternoon after all!"

"Don't you bleeding dare, fuck her in the morning if you like but you'd better be in my bed by two o'clock or there'll be trouble!"

Gail pulled away again, "I have to go, Paul may have seen the minibus go past after it dropped us all off at the pub."

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Gail ran away and Gavin reluctantly put his cock back in his trousers and followed her down the path. I was standing on the grass and Gavin passed me just a foot away, fortunately I was still shrouded in darkness. As Gavin and Gail had both walked towards my street I walked the other way, I would go past the Village Hall and then turn towards the church and go back to my street from the other direction.

I heard a deep gruff voice shouting from the direction of my street, "Just you wait until I get my hands on you...you little bastard!"

I froze as the sounds of heavy footsteps came up behind me on the path through the park. There was a collision, Gavin was being chased from our street and as he ran he was flailing his arms. When he crashed into me his left arm caught my left shoulder and his chest hit my right shoulder. Gavin wrapped his right arm around me and clung on hard to stop himself falling. His left hand had a grip on my left breast and his right hand was on my stomach. There was a mumbled apology and I felt his chin against the back of my neck, he seemed to sniff up my scent.

"Sorry Mrs, are you wearing 'Peach Blossom' perfume."

I didn't answer, I was trying to push his hands away from my body, his left hand slipped from my breast but he pressed his right hand against my stomach even harder. He brushed the flat of his hand across my buttocks through my coat and nighty, he soon found the vent up the back of my coat and his hand slipped inside my coat through the vent. I heard him chuckle as he discovered just how little I was wearing under my coat, the back of my nighty was lifted out of the way and as I wriggled and squirmed to try and get away from him his hand slipped between my thighs from behind and he stabbed two fingers up my vagina.

I heard a squelch as his fingers dipped into my soaking wet honey-pot, there was a little pain because he'd entered me so roughly as I tried to fight him off, "You're ready for a good fucking aren't you...you bitch...are you in heat today darling?"

He kissed my neck and he rammed his fingers in my pussy deeper. A hand came out of the darkness and grabbed my collar; "Got you...you bastard!" it was the same gruff voice that I'd heard earlier.

The fingers left my cunt and Gavin was on his toes again, I was left in the solid grip of another of my neighbours and he was shaking me. Just at that moment the shaft of moonlight hit the path on the park again and he suddenly saw who he had a hold of, I saw him as well, he was in pyjama bottoms and vest and his feet were bare...

"I'm sorry Mrs Clarke, I thought that you was that bleeding pervert that keeps peeping in on my wife, I was just going to the toilet when he reached in through the window and took a hand full of my wife's...well, a hand full of what he shouldn't have grabbed.

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I recognised the man, one of the larger Victorian houses had been converted into flats and he had moved into the ground floor flat a year earlier. I shook my shoulder to get his hand off of the little cape collar and this time I walked back towards my road. I hadn't said a single word, not to Gavin or to the man who had just grabbed my collar.

Paul's living room light was off but his front bedroom light was on and there were sounds of heavy sex drifting across the road from their open bedroom windows. I went to my bedroom which was directly opposite Paul and Gail's bedroom window. I didn't put my light on; I opened my curtain and looked out. My house was a little older than Paul and Gail's, my ceiling heights in the rooms were two feet higher than theirs so my bedroom window looked down into their bedroom. Gail was on her back on the bed and Paul was pounding his meat into her cunt. Gail was still wearing her wrap-over dress but it was open and she was still wearing her underwear, Paul must have just nudged her gusset to one side the way Gavin had tried in the park.

I saw a look of boredom on Gail's face; she was chewing gum as her husband fucked her. I watched as Gail looked at her watch and then she smiled and started to fake an orgasm. Three seconds after Gail started her fake orgasm Paul ran through his own. Paul was bright red and sweating as he rolled off of Gail's body, she on the other hand still looked fresh as a daisy.

Gail rolled off the bed and looked out of the bedroom window, she looked down and to the left and blew a kiss, I looked down and to the right and spotted Gavin at the end of my drive looking up. Gail closed her curtains. The main light wasn't turned on; they'd been fucking using the bedside lights so when Gail closed her bedroom curtains she gave the whole street a shadow display on her curtains as she undressed.

I was asleep in my bed before Gail's shadow puppet show was over.

I woke at nine o'clock in the morning feeling more rested than I had been since John's accident. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge and found the milk I'd bought the day before wasn't there. 'Bloody hell, I left it in the car all night!'

I found a dressing gown to put on over my nighty and rushed out to the car. I grabbed my shopping out of the boot and the letter I'd received the day before with my name and address in beautiful copperplate handwriting from the front seat, as I was bending into the front passenger door of my car I almost jumped out of my skin when, out of nowhere, "Good morning Mrs Clarke...Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!"

I stood upright, it was Gavin, I was struggling to remember if I was supposed to know his name, I'd taken John's newspapers off of him many times but we didn't chat like he did with John. I was still wrestling with my dichotomy when he said, "I'm Gavin, I used to deliver your newspapers...you were my best customer."

"I'm sorry Gavin, I remembered you delivering my husband's newspapers but I was trying to think what your name was...I don't think I ever actually knew it though."

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Gavin manoeuvred himself so that I was trapped in the space between my car's open passenger door and the car itself. Gavin was totally invading my personal space, his face just two inches from mine.

"I'm sorry about your husband Mrs Clarke, I really miss our arguments about football...are you wearing 'Peach Blossom' perfume?"

I shook my head, "Just my shampoo, it's Sainsbury's own brand of floral shampoo, I doubt that they actually know what kind of scent they use in the formulation."

"I was wondering if there were any little jobs that you might need doing around the house or garden now that your husband isn't around anymore!"

Of course I knew what was behind Gavin's kind offer and it was nothing to do with him being kind, he was trying to get in my knickers and he was being very clumsy about how he was going about it, I have to say that I was a little flattered by the attention of a boy half my age, a fit young university 'stud-ent.'

"You looking to earn a little spending money while you're on summer break...erm?"

"Gavin...Mrs Clarke...and I'm not looking for money, I'm just being neighbourly."

Gavin was doing everything short of thrusting his cock at me in the street, mind you, I wasn't really dressed for being in the street, wearing just my nighty and dressing gown...mind you, at least I did have my slippers on which was more than the guy from the ground floor flat had on his feet last night when he was chasing Gavin through the village at two o'clock in the morning.

I heard a door open across the road and looked over to see who had come out into the street. Paul had just stepped out of his front door with a bucket of soapy water and a sponge; he was going to wash his car before going to work. I saw him glance across the road in my direction and it looked like he'd just received an electric shock and he looked down at his car and started washing it trying hard not to look across at me.

I felt Gavin's fingertips brush over the back of my hand, I'd been holding onto the top of the door and Gavin was moving in on me more. Because my right hand was on the top of the door and I had my shopping bag in my left, I wasn't holding my dressing gown closed at the neck and Gavin was moving in so he could get a better look down the front of my dressing gown.

I shook Gavin's fingers off of my hand, "Excuse me please Gavin, I just need to have a word with Paul!"

I'd taken a big step by leaving my house wearing only my nighty and dressing gown but I'd only planned on a quick 'Smash and Grab' raid on my car on my own drive but now I was about to take a massive leap by actually going out into the street and across the road to speak with Paul dressed in the same way.

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I stood in front of Paul as he busied himself with washing his car. I'd noticed it a lot over the past month, People didn't know how to talk to the recently bereaved, they were embarrassed because they didn't know what to say so they tended to avoid the bereaved person totally. Paul was dressed in a vest and jogging trousers, as he bent forward to wash down to the sill under the driver's door, I saw bum-crack, he, like me, was unencumbered by underwear.

"Paul!"

He jumped, he hadn't expected me to cross the road dressed the way I was, his whole countenance was one of embarrassment, he was facing me but trying to avoid eye contact.

"Did you borrow some tools off of my husband earlier in the year?"

"I'm sorry...I did...I borrowed his large socket set to work on my car, I tried to return it to him when I'd finished with it but he was...erm...busy at the time. Then I went onto night shift for a few weeks and by the time I was back on days..."

Paul was a massive man, he was a steel worker and it was hard manual labour, steel work turned out men of steel, his arm and shoulder muscles were massive. It looked so wrong to see such a massive man blushing with embarrassment, I let go of my collar and reached out, I placed the palm of my hand on his upper arm.

"...I was planning on bringing them over to you later in the week."

I patted his arm and then felt his bicep mussel, it was hard as iron, "I don't want the tools Paul, I was just going to say that you can keep them if they are of any use to you!"

Paul's eyes were no longer focussed on his feet, they were higher now, focussing about six inches below my chin, he was looking into the open neck of my dressing gown, I looked down, because my arm was outstretched and my hand was touching his arm the front of my dressing gown was pulled open wider than it was when Gavin was trying to look down the front of it. As I was now looking down I noticed a movement in the front of his jogging pants, I also spotted that the blush in his cheeks was lessening and his sad mouth was curling up at the edges. I let go of his arm and returned my right hand to the neck of my dressing gown, closing off the view of my nighty and upper chest.

In my mind Paul was suddenly covered in fur and his ears were moving from the side of his head to the top and turning into pyramids, he was turning from a steel worker into a wolf. His cock was now fully erect and pointing straight at my pussy, his cock was so massive and strong that it was actually pulling the waistband of his joggers away from his stomach giving me a flash of his black pubic hair down inside his trousers.

The tingle between my legs that had caused me to get up in the middle of the night and walk around the village in a blue fug was nothing compared to the tingle that was there right now. As I walked away from Paul, the friction at the tops of my thighs was driving me mad. I could have widened my legs to reduce the friction but instead I found myself clamping my thigh muscles tighter and my walk turned into that 'Catwalk' stride where your left foot lands on the floor to the right of your right foot, causing even more friction, even deeper vibrations in the pit of my stomach or even lower...

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I walked past Gavin with the back hem of my dressing gown swishing from side to side like a cat's tail. In the kitchen I dumped my shopping bag on the table and checked the milk, twenty two hours in the boot of my car on a hot summer's day had turned my full fat milk into full fat yogurt so it was dumped down the toilet. I stood in my living room watching Paul washing his car with a large sponge, Gavin was standing next to Paul and they were talking together. I couldn't hear anything but then I realised that my net curtains were blowing out of my windows slightly; the wind was blowing from behind my house towards Paul's house.

I was about to go and find something else for my breakfast when my net curtains fell, the breeze had dropped and I could suddenly hear Paul and Gavin talking. Paul said, "Why don't you make yourself useful and take that cloth and wash my car's windows for me!"

Gavin took the cloth out of the bucket and he lifted Paul's windscreen wipers before slopping the cloth down on the window.

"Does Mrs Clarke have a window cleaner?"

"No...John used to wash their windows once a month."

"So...she hasn't had her 'Windows' cleaned since John died then!"

I saw a little light bulb appear above Gavin's head and a furtive look in his eye.

"Just got to run over and see Mrs Clarke again for a minute!"

I didn't know what was going on in my head but I did remember Gail telling Gavin that Paul had watched me and John fucking in the kitchen through the side window by the back door so I rushed through to the kitchen and dropped my dressing gown on the way. I had my back to the window and door as Gavin arrived, I was watching his reflection in the kettle. He raised his fist as if he was going to knock against the back door. The glass in the back door was obscure so all I saw was Gavin's silhouette, he stopped short of knocking, just as I could see the rough approximation of him through the obscure glass, he could see as much of me and he would have seen that I was no longer wearing my heavy blue dressing gown, as I moved around the kitchen he would have seen the mist of white material of my short nighty as it floated around my body.

I saw him slide to the left and he looked through the clear glass of the side window. I worked hard at not looking at Gavin peeping at me through the window as I made a slice of toast and mashed a banana down with a fork onto it. I sprinkled a spoon full of sugar on top of the banana and then used my kitchen blowtorch to caramelise the sugar. I lifted the toast to my mouth and then looked directly at the window and stopped mid bite as if I'd only just noticed Gavin was there.

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"Oh hi Mrs Clarke...again..." I dropped my toast back on the plate and rushed out of the kitchen to find my dressing gown again. I looked at myself in the hallway mirror again, just to check how much Gavin could see of my body through my nighty. Nothing was hidden from view by the thin tulle; I had been as good as naked in the kitchen.

I pulled my dressing gown on and pulled the collar tightly closed and then returned to the back door and opened it. The grin on Gavin's face was in danger of joining up around the back of his head and then the top would fall off.

"I just popped over to ask you if you needed your windows washed, Paul was saying that John used to do them once a month so they probably need doing by now."

"No Gavin, thanks for the offer but I'm planning on getting the local guy to do them the next time he's in the area."

Gavin's look of excitement dropped away, "Oh...oh okay, just trying to be helpful."

I closed the door and almost burst out laughing, I'd always seen my little village as a boring backwater where nothing happened, I had no idea that there was such a massive sexual undercurrent. I rushed back to the living room and watched as Gavin picked up the cleaning cloth again and started rubbing soapy water over Paul's car's windows.

"What happened, she shoot you down in flames?"

"She did but I saw her make her breakfast and all she had on was a see through nighty...totally see through...and another thing, her hair is not a natural dark brown, she's fire engine red down below!"

Paul stopped sponging the paintwork and looked over the street, "I didn't know that!"

"I thought you saw her and John having sex one night."

I saw Paul look suspiciously at Gavin, "Did I tell you about that?"

Gavin nodded his head.

"Well, I was about to take a socket set I'd borrowed back, John had only just got home from work and I saw them screwing on the kitchen table but Vicky was face down on the table so I didn't actually see her pussy."

"Was he doing her up her arse?"

"No...I don't think so anyway...John didn't even get the chance to put his briefcase down when he got in the door, he was still fully dressed and all she had on was her dress and that was over her head hanging down to the floor."

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The postman halted their conversation, he was delivering a letter to the house next to Paul's, Gavin spotted him, "Anything for my house Ben?"

Ben only had two letters in his hand, "One for your mother and the other for Scarborough Villa, that's all I have left for this village."

Gavin threw his cloth into the bucket, "I'll take it over, I need to see Mrs Clarke for something!"

I saw a moment of quandary in Ben's face, Ben had been our village postman for...well since before I moved into the village, back in the day, when the government owned the mail service it would have been a criminal offence for Ben to entrust my mail to anyone else but since the Post Office and the Royal Mail had been sold off it was almost mandatory for people other than postmen to deliver mail so Ben handed over both letters to Gavin and turned on his heels and walked back to his van.

I saw another opportunity to mess with Gavin's head and I ran through the house stripping my dressing gown and nighty off as I ran. I started hot water running into the kitchen sink and was rolling my bar of soap around in my hands when I caught Gavin looking at me out of the corner of my eye. I washed my armpits first and then my neck. I smiled inwardly as Gavin's eyes popped out on stalks and then I started soaping my breasts...really slowly...I re-soaped my hands and washed down over my belly. I was really making a meal out of washing down my body. When I reached my pubic hair I was going to stop...I'd expected Gavin to have knocked on my door by now but he was just standing there watching me wash down over my body.

I made more suds on my hands and started washing over my pubic hair, I opened my legs and started washing down over my labia...I had a massive pleasure jolt as my soapy fingers rubbed over my clitoris, I chose that point to look in Gavin's direction before I took my body too far down the pleasure path.

"Gavin...what the hell!"

Gavin grinned over at me as I grabbed a towel and held it in front of my soapy body.

"I've brought a letter over from the postman!"

I opened the back door a crack and Gavin pushed his hand with my letter in it through the crack. We were just the thickness of the door apart...a glass panelled door...I deliberately let one corner of my towel slip from my fingers as I took the letter off of him. Gavin's eyes popped out of his head again. At that close proximity to the door the obscured glass really didn't work as efficiently as it should have.

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I didn't bother to rinse the soap off of my body; I just dried myself with the towel as I walked up to my bedroom to get dressed. I watched Gavin and Paul talking again; I only caught bits of the conversation as the wind was blustering in different directions but Gavin was telling Paul what he'd just watched me doing. Paul threw his sponge into the bucket and he went back in his house. I looked up to their bedroom window, Gail had closed the curtains after Paul fucked her in the middle of the night but they were open now...Paul must have opened them when he got up. Gail was sprawled out on the bed, there were no covers over her and she didn't wear a nighty to bed. I watched their bedroom door open and Paul walked in the bedroom pulling his trousers down as he walked. I was right; he wasn't wearing underpants under his trousers. Paul rolled Gail onto her back and pulled her legs open wide before jumping on top of her.

I stood there watching Paul and Gail fucking for the second time in eight hours, I saw her checking her watch over Paul's shoulder, I looked at my bedside clock as well, the look on Gail's face was one of boredom as her husband humped into her body. Gail was clock watching all the time she was being fucked...she let Paul have just five minutes before she started wriggling about and faking her orgasm again. He'd finished and rolled off of her before the hand on my clock ticked to the six minute mark.

"Wow...what was that for?"

"I've been talking to Gavin from down the road, he's been peeping at Vicky Clarke and he was telling me all about it..."

"Well, I guess I should thank Vicky or Gavin...not sure which!"

Paul walked to his window; in his hurry to strip off he'd thrown his trousers against the wall under the window. He looked over the road, he was looking up, I had just pulled on my white bra as Paul looked over, I pretended to be looking at myself in the mirror, swinging my body from side to side. Because Paul was lower than me he didn't get the full view of me that I got of him. When I faced the road again Paul was hiding behind his curtains, peeping around the outside edge of the curtain.

I took my bra off again as Gail joined Paul at the window, she was standing slightly behind him and as he peeped around the edge of the curtain, she was peeping around his arm.

Paul said, "Do you think they're real?"

"I hate her, she looks fantastic without even trying but what makes you think they're fake?"

"Talk down the pub, the guys recon John must have forked out around four grand for each of those puppies!"

I found a sheer black bra and pulled that on and started to rock from side to side again as if I was looking at myself in the mirror. I was getting even more turned on by the minute from having Paul and Gail watching me as I dressed in my bedroom. I was looking in my wardrobe, would I put a T-shirt on, a camisole top or a blouse. I saw my cream camisole hanging under a coat hanger that had a black see through blouse over it. I always wore the black blouse as an open jacket over that camisole top but I'd never worn it on it on its own. I pulled the blouse off of the hanger and was about to pull the camisole top off as well when, 'Black Bra' popped into my head, I'd need to change back into my white bra under a cream camisole.

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I looked across the road again; I was still the centre of attention for Paul and Gail so I pulled my see through blouse on without the camisole top under it. I only fastened the bottom three buttons out of the five down the front of the blouse, the first time I'd ever fastened the buttons so they were really tight to get through their button holes.

I heard Paul whistle and I looked out of the window, careful not to look directly across the road at Paul and Gail's bedroom window. I spotted them in my peripheral vision as they both stepped further behind their curtain. I looked like a whore...that or a stripper, half way through her act but I felt damned sexy as I looked at myself. I searched out the little black leather miniskirt that John loved me to wear for him and I suddenly felt a little sad, John had begged me many times to wear the little black leather miniskirt while we were out on official functions or on a special meal in a posh restaurant but while I would wear the skirt in the house whenever he asked me to, I refused to wear it out of the house. John especially loved me to wear that miniskirt around the house with a black lace thong under it or nothing at all...he really loved that...free access all the time...whenever he wanted it!

I stepped into the miniskirt and left my bedroom.

I got into the kitchen and spotted the letter that Gavin had brought over from the postman...'Letter' jumped into my head, John's Great Aunt's letter. I still hadn't opened it. I found the letter and looked at my name on the front of it again, the beautiful handwriting. I used my special 'X-ray' vision to read the letter through the envelope without opening it...

'Dear Victoria, I'm so sorry to hear about John's accident and deeply regret that I wasn't well enough to travel down from Newcastle for the funeral...' or something similar.

I actually felt a little guilty that I'd buried John in the village Churchyard instead of taking him home to Newcastle to bury him next to his parents...

I sliced the envelope open and pulled the letter out. 'Dear Victoria, I was so surprised when I got your reply to my personal advert in the Leicester Mercury...' I was totally wrong footed, it hadn't occurred to me that my letter would have ever reached her.

There was a short section about her, the things she liked, her hobbies, what work she had done and at the bottom of the letter, the final paragraph was, '...I'm rambling on a little and talking of rambling...I do hope that this letter reaches you before Sunday the tenth of June at ten o'clock in the morning as I'm going on a short ramble from the car park at Abby Park in Leicester, I'll be walking along the canal's towpath to a delightful coffee shop just outside the city boundary, around nine miles in total there and back and I was wondering if you'd like to join me, a "get to know each other" walk and a simple lunch together. Kindest thoughts, Sue'

I'd had the wind knocked right out of my sails by that. It was a good job that I read the letter when I did; I still had twenty-four hours before Sue would be walking from the car park on Abby Park to make up my mind to go and meet her.

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I sat in the living room mulling over Sue's letter and as I drifted in and out of thoughts I watched Paul wash his car all over again. I was still deep in thought when Paul drove off to work and two minutes later I watched Gavin running down the street to knock on Gail's front door. Gail was naked apart from her short kimono; I didn't have to wonder about that though because Gavin had pulled her kimono open before the door closed on them.

I dragged myself up to my bedroom and stood at the window watching Gavin and Gail fucking. Gail was a different lover with Gavin, she was climaxing from the moment Gavin's cock slipped into her cunt and Gavin wasn't interested in his own orgasm...not for a long, long...loooonnnnngggggg time. I watched them fuck in different positions, I saw Gail sucking Gavin's cock and Gavin reciprocating on her. They fucked standing up and bent over, Gavin even fucked her against the open window, pushing her upper body out of the open window as he fucked her from behind.

I needed to be fucked real bad, that or take care of myself. Watching Gail and Gavin fucking was doing nothing to help me get over my sexual frustrations so I decided to do something else just to try and take my mind off of it.

I got some boxes and started popping John's clothes in them, the charity shop needed my husband's old clothes more than I did, they were just reminders of what I'd lost. It wasn't really therapeutic but it did take my mind off of that itch between my thighs. I carried three boxes out to the car and managed to fit two in the boot and one on the back seat. I was still dressed like a whore...just the way John had begged me to dress more times than I could remember. I still hadn't even put any knickers on under my miniskirt.

I locked the house and drove into town to the charity shop. I had no idea how many men saw me flash my pussy as I got out of my car or how many more saw my arse as I leaned in the boot struggling to get the boxes out of the boot. An elderly man came out of the charity shop to give me a hand with the boxes. I looked to the shop window and saw his reflection in the glass, he was leaning back and taking a good look under the back of my skirt, he could have no doubt that I had no knickers on under my skirt. I placed both boxes on the pavement and locked my boot. I carried one box into the shop and he picked up the other and followed me in, "Could you take the box into the back room for me please...the door on the left along the passage."

I went to the back of the shop and turned into the room on the left, a small storage room. I hadn't seen the man put his box down as he reached the passage. I did hear him in the store room behind me though; as I bent down I felt the palm of his hand on my bare bottom. My hands were still on the box and I was bending at the waist instead of bending my knees...I'd been told that it was dangerous to put something down like that but I thought it was because of putting strain on my spine or back muscles...not because some dirty old man might put his hand up the back of your skirt!

I remained bent over and looked over my shoulder, "Are you quite finished?"

He'd taken a step closer and he was rubbing his crotch against my bum, unlike Gavin when he'd done it, the elderly man still had his trousers zipped closed.

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He suddenly looked shocked and jumped away from me, he was apologising profusely...momentary lapse of judgement and all that and he begged me to forgive him and also not to report him to the police.

I returned to my car, as I walked through the shop I was going through an internal conversation with myself, I was dressed like a whore...I was probably exuding pheromones or something because I was so turned on. Should I take my final box of old clothes to another charity shop or still give them to my favourite charity?

I took the third box from the back seat and returned to the passageway at the back of the shop. The old man was still in the small store room at the back of the shop. He had his back to the door and...hell, he was jerking off in the little back room. I put my third box down behind him and looked around his side, he was holding a pair of silk knickers in his hand and they were wrapped around his cock as he masturbated himself. I didn't know if some woman had sent them in to the charity or if he'd brought them in for just such a moment!

He was at that point where his muscles were firing off without his control, he jerked backwards and bumped into me, he froze and looked around at me and the apologies started all over again.

His cock was drooping from the shock of being caught but then he looked at the way I was dressed again and it started to grow all over again.

I touched his cockhead with the tips of my fingers; he was generating gallons of pre-cum that was running down his cock all the way down to his balls. I slipped my fingers down the length of his cock until my palm reached his cockhead and then I gripped his cock and started to rub him. He couldn't believe his luck...rather than reporting him for being a dirty old man I was jerking his cock off for him.

It took him two long minutes to work through what I was doing and he got his wits back. He lifted the front of my miniskirt, because it was leather it had a little stiffness and it remained standing up after he let go of it. He explored my pussy mound as I rubbed his cock harder and faster. He worked his way down to my labia and I opened my legs for him, he rubbed his fingers between my legs and as soon as his fingers hit my clitoris I started to orgasm. We gave each other fifteen minutes of pleasure before he fired off...well, fired off was a big word for a little event, he dribbled a half teaspoon of semen into my palm.

I smoothed my skirt down and left him with his flaccid cock hanging out of his pants dribbling his seed onto piles of old clothes that had been donated to his charity.

I drove to a pub that I'd been to many times with John, a pub that was far enough from home that no one would know us but close enough so that we could get home quickly for our fuck after our drink. I'd never done anything overtly in the pub, just my being there dressed in a camisole top or tight T-shirt was enough to get men flocking around me trying their luck. John would just sit there a table away watching the effect I had on the men in the bar. As we drove home faster than the speed limit allowed John would ask me questions about the men that had chatted me up, he always wanted to know which of the men I would have gone to bed with if I weren't married to him. John was always turned on most if I was approached by an African or Asian man. After 'Pub night' our sex always lasted longer and John fucked me harder.

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In the past six months John had been asking me if I'd be willing to go just a little further, go beyond allowing a man to buy me a drink and have a little dance, sit there for an hour while the man flirted with me. "Will you let another man kiss you tonight for me darling?"

"Just put your hand on his knee, rub his upper thigh so I can see you doing it...not near his cock if you don't want to go that far!"

"How about letting that African guy take you out the back for a snog, if you go near to the gent's toilet door I'll be able to watch through the side window..."

I walked into the pub as I did around once a fortnight but his time it was a little different, I was dressed in a far more revealing outfit than I'd ever worn before and John wasn't five paces behind me...or a minute in front of me, sitting at a table with a pint in his hand.

I got a welcoming smile from the barman and he was getting my usual 'J2O' from the cold tray, he shook it and popped the cap off. "Peach and Passion fruit as usual Victoria!"

I opened my handbag and reached in for my purse.

"You don't have to pay for this one, the last time you came in you had four drinks in the till that you didn't drink...I put the bottles to one side on the cold shelf to remind me. I must have missed you three weeks ago...I didn't see you last week either...am I going crazy or are you out of step?"

"Out of step...definitely out of step!"

I took my juice to my usual table and sat down, I looked at John's usual table expecting to see him encouraging me on but his table was empty. I saw the barman in the passageway leading to the cellar; he had his phone in his hand and was making a call. I left my drink and walked to the jukebox just the other side of the wall from where the barman was making his call. I dropped my pound in the coin slot and started reading the records on offer; I could have three records for my pound.

It was difficult to hear the barman but I got snippets, "Yes...I know I told you that she'd be in last week and she didn't turn up but she's here right now...man, you need to see the way she's dressed tonight, I've never seen her dressed so sexily and when she sat down...she's either wearing a ginger thong or no knickers at all and a ginger bush...Frank...Frank...you still there Franklin?"

I selected three love songs and the music started playing as the barman came back into the bar and I returned to my seat. He got another flash up my skirt as I sat down and he smiled over at me. I was rocking in my seat to the first track I'd chosen on the jukebox and as it ended after three and a half minutes the door burst open and a man ran in. I recognised him from five weeks earlier. He was the African guy that John had asked me to go out by the men's toilets to let him snog me. He skidded to a halt two feet into the room and he composed himself and strolled over to the bar as if he had all the time in the world. "Mike, a pint of your best dishwater please and another 'J2O'' for Vicky when you're ready mate!"

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"Right away Franklin!"

Franklin...could have been the Frank that Mike the barman had called on his phone to tell him that I'd turned up after an almost six week absence.

Franklin swaggered over to my table the way that African or Afro-Caribbean men often did, that kind of walk that hinted of a limp, it was meant to convey that their cocks were so heavy that it caused the leg that it was strapped to to lag behind the other or that it was so long that they couldn't bend their knee on the side they dressed.

"Hi darling, I missed you...where you been for the last few weeks?"

I looked up at him as if I hadn't noticed him rushing in.

"Oh hi...I've been a little busy, what you been up to?"

"Just missing you darling,,," he looked around the pub to see if anyone was watching him before he asked me if he could join me...I knew what he was like, I'd spoken to him several times, he didn't like to lose face as he would if he were seen to ask me and get rejected! "...Can I sit here?"

"Feel free, I'm all alone tonight!" I didn't say for the 'First time since I've been coming in here.' which I probably should have.

"May I say that you look ravishing tonight Vicky darling?"

No small talk, no build up, his hand went straight for my knee and he gave it a gentle squeeze. He started to stroke my knee and along my thigh a little as he started the small talk, I looked over at the bar, Mike was standing directly opposite me to get the best view of what Franklin was doing to me. Franklin let my knee go to pick up his pint to take a swallow and when he returned his hand to my leg he just pulled my left knee an inch away from my right.

I looked at Mike's face, he grinned at me...well, he grinned in my direction, he was looking between my knees intently. Franklin shook my knee from side to side to get my attention but when he stopped my left knee was three inches away from my right and I knew that Mike could see my open vagina as well as my ginger pussy.

I looked at Franklin's grinning face, "Sorry, did you say something?"

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"I asked you what time you had to run home to your husband tonight...I mean, last time, we were just getting to know each other and you had to run out on me, I just wanted to know the time-line for this evening, you're a good hour earlier tonight than you were last time you came in!"

Husband echoed through my head, truth or lie time?

I looked at my watch...I looked up at the light as if I was thinking, "I think I could get away with getting home at ten thirty tonight so I'll have to leave here by nine forty-five at the latest."

Franklin grinned at me, flashing a mouthful of brilliant white teeth, all but two anyway; two of his teeth had cosmetic gold crowns that flashed under the pub's lights.

"Can I get you a drink with alcohol in it baby?"

"No, I have to drive and he'll smell it on my breath and know I've stopped off at the pub on my way home!"

I remembered Gail's comment to Gavin on the park that Paul would expect to fuck her when she got home and that was why she couldn't let him fuck her. I could weave a similar lie into my back story if Franklin wanted to go further than I wanted him to go.

My knees were four inches apart and Franklin was leaning to one side so that he could get a better view up under my skirt. His grin widened even more, "It looks like you forgot to put your knickers on tonight Vicky darling."

"That's your fault...after last time, all your flirting and that bump and grind dance you did with me, my knickers were so wet when I got home that my old man noticed when he took them off me. That's one of the reasons I've stayed away for five weeks."

"Does your husband always take your knickers off of you when you get home?"

"Only on a Saturday...he goes to darts with the lads and I come here, he always expects his marital rights on Saturday nights."

"So why do you come in here if you know that your husband will want sex with you after?"

I took a sip of my drink...

"A girl has to do something to get in the mood!"

Franklin looked over his shoulder at Mike and they exchanged knowing nods. Franklin was still looking at Mike when he started his next sentence and as he spoke he turned to look at me, "If I can arrange something with Mike the barman...would you be willing to come with me up into his flat above the pub?"

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I looked at the light again and then I looked down into Franklin's lap, I could see the outline of his cock against his left inner thigh, his jeans were very tight and his cockhead reached almost to his knee. I asked myself the question...'Did I want Franklin to fuck me?'

Actually I was so fucking horny that I would have allowed anyone to do me...even Gavin...just so long as we had a little privacy.

"I can't let you...you know..." I lowered my voice to a whisper, "...FUCK ME..." I returned to my normal voice, "...my old man would kill me if he found something you'd left behind when he climbs on top of me later!"

Franklin looked disappointed for a moment; he slipped his hand a little higher up my leg, his fingertips knocking at the door of the bottom hem of my miniskirt as he thought things through.

"What about if I get a pack of condoms and borrow Mike's flat...can I fuck you then?"

I had to ask myself that question again. I leaned in slightly so I could whisper close to his ear, "I'm guessing that you're so big that that if I let you...fuck...me, my husband would know...I'd be stretched wide open!" as I was leaning in I had to place my hand on his lap to steady myself and the lap that my hand was resting on was his left hand side. My palm on top of his leg and my fingers on his cock.

That disappointment returned to his face again.

"Can I fuck you on a night that your husband isn't going to follow me in?"

"I might be able to arrange a few hours on another evening, not a Saturday that is!"

Franklin shuffled forward in his seat slightly causing me to grab hold of him to stop myself falling forward, I was holding onto his cock in the open bar now.

"If I promise not to try and fuck you..." he looked down at my hand on his cock and then over at Mike again, "...can we go up and play in Mike's flat...you know...at least get to know each other a little better in private and maybe make arrangements for when we can get to play together properly?"

I smiled at him. Franklin pulled me to my feet and handed me my drink before pulling me towards the bar. I thought, 'I do hope that you're watching this John from wherever you are...I'm doing this for you!' as soon as that thought flashed through my head that nagging voice that often popes into your head at inappropriate moments woke up, 'You lying bitch, you're only doing this so you can see his massive cock unsheathed!'

I'd played the nagging voice to myself in John's voice which made me hesitate a moment but Franklin wasn't going to let me have second thoughts when I was so close so he pulled me on after him.

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When we reached the bar Franklin leaned in close to Mike, "Mike mate...you know that favour I asked you for last month..." Franklin looked at me and back to Mike, "...well, can I have it now please?"

Mike opened the till and lifted the coin drawer; he pulled out a single key and handed it to Franklin. We walked past the jukebox and through the door that led to the toilets and the door to Mike's flat. Before the door closed behind me I heard Mike call out to one of his part time barmen who was also a part time customer, "Pete, come over here and spell me at the bar for an hour mate...I'll pay double time!"

Franklin used the large key in the mortise lock to open the door; there were stairs up to the flat just inches away from the door. Franklin kind of pulled me and kind of pushed me so that I started to climb the stairs ahead of him. I stopped and watched him lock the door behind him; he removed the key and put it in his trouser pocket. He then gestured for me to carry on up the stairs.

I waited for him to catch me up on the landing at the top of the stairs, I heard the telltale sound of a key being inserted into a lock at the bottom of the stairs...Franklin heard it too and he said in a slightly loud voice, "To the left darling, the second door on the left!"

I was looking at the door handle at the bottom of the stairs and saw it twitch and then return to the horizontal.

'You do know that Mike is probably on his way up the stairs to help Franklin fuck you...'

I heard a creak on the stairs, if I was going to run for it, it had to be now or never!

Franklin turned the TV on, the sound from the film that was playing drowned out the sounds from the stairs leading up to the flat.

Franklin gathered me into his arms and pulled my belly against his groin, it was a little like the bump and grind dance we'd had six weeks earlier in the bar. Our lips locked together and his tongue slipped into my mouth. If I'd had my eyes open I'd have seen the living room door open a crack but because the door hinges squeaked I heard it. I pulled my mouth away from Franklin's and looked towards the door, now open an inch.

"You do know that if you try to make me do anything against my will, I'll never come back here again, don't you?"

Franklin looked pissed, "Mike you twat, you couldn't just wait until I got her in the mood before you came up could you...well, you may as well come in now, she knows you're here!"

Mike looked shamefaced as he walked in the room, "Sorry Franklin, sorry Vicky!"

"So...what was the plan, were you both going to rape me?"

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Franklin looked hurt, "No, not rape but usually when we get a woman's engine running she'll let us both fuck her...nothing against her will...ever!"

I looked from Franklin to Mike; I could see that the lumps in both men's trousers had started to deflate. I raised my hand to the first closed button on my blouse and twisted it out of its hole, I just stood there looking from Franklin to Mike as I opened all three buttons and wriggled my shoulders until my blouse fell to the floor. I walked over to a confused looking Mike, wrapped my arms around his neck and planted my lips on his. It took Franklin a few seconds to realise that I wasn't going to run out on them and he stepped in behind me and pulled the clasp at the back of my bra open and he eased my bra straps off of my shoulders. Because my arms were around Mike's neck my bra stopped in place covering my tits.

Franklin pulled my left shoulder to turn me to face him. As my arms left Mike's neck I let arms fall so that my bra slipped away from my body, I was now wrapping my arms around Franklin's neck as we kissed. I was expecting Mike to reach around my body to play with my tits or to pop the button and zipper on my skirt but there was nothing, I could hear him moving around behind me so I pulled my lips off of Franklin's and looked back at Mike, he had taken his shirt and vest off and he held out his arms to me. I turned to face him and revelled in the feeling of my tits against the course hairs on Mike's chest. John had no hairs at all on his body...probably something to do with weak testosterone production. Our doctor had tested John's blood, he had pointed out that his low testosterone level would probably mean that he'd keep the hair on his head, even if it wouldn't grow on his chest.

As I kissed Mike again it was Franklin's turn to take his shirt off but as he didn't have a vest on, he'd also stripped his trousers off and when I turned back to kiss him all he had on was his underpants and socks. Mike hopped into my peripheral vision as he fought to get his trousers off.

I pulled my lips off of Franklins and put my mouth against his ear to whisper, "Just because we're undressing you still agree not to try and fuck me...okay?"

Franklin nodded his head and looked at the now naked Mike. I followed his eye line; Mike was much like John in size, just an average cock for an average white man. Now my ear was next to Franklin's lips, "What about Mike, if he wears a condom can he fuck you?"

Now it was my turn to be shocked, I pulled away from Franklin and looked him in the eye, no whispers this time, "You mean to tell me that I won't let you fuck me because of stretching my cunt and getting me caught out by my husband but you'd still want me to go all the way with Mike?"

Franklin grinned at me, pecked at my lips with his and then nodded his head, "I'd love to see you having fun with Mike, even if I can't fuck you after!"

I'd heard something similar from John a few years earlier when we started the compromise of visiting an out of town pub for flirt night and over time how he'd tried to get me to go further than just flirting, "Watching you having fun would give me the greatest of pleasure!"

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Mike walked back in front of me and started kissing me again, his erection pressing into my belly and as we kissed I had my left hand on his neck and my right hand on his cock, rubbing him gently.

I saw Franklin's boxers fly across the room and land on top of Mike's clothes and he stepped in behind me. His cock pressed into my buttocks under my skirt and I had to break my kiss with Mike, "Take my skirt off first, it's real leather and a bugger to clean if it get's spunk stains on it...I don't want my old man to spot stains like that on my skirt."

Between them my skirt was pulled down so all three of us were naked now. We rolled in a kind of mêlée of kisses and fondling bodies from the living room to the bedroom. I sucked both men for a few minutes each and then lay back while Franklin played with my cunt stabbing just one finger in and out of my cunt while Mike rolled a condom down his cock and once he was sheathed in latex I lay back and welcomed him between my legs. A little voice in the back of my head shouted out, "Thank fuck it's happening at last."

Franklin was watching up close as his friend fucked me, I was climaxing from the outset but it didn't seem to bother Mike one little bit, he was trying to hold off his orgasm as long as possible. As we fucked Franklin was licking all over my body. It was the best sex I'd ever had in my life and as I was being fucked by Mike I was rubbing Franklin's cock with my free hand.

I lost all track of time because I was having so much fun, it shocked me when Franklin slapped Mike on the back and said, "Come on man, she has to go home in fifteen minutes, hurry up and cum already so she can look after me!"

Mike filled his condom in just a few seconds and rolled off of me. Franklin rolled over on top of me and he gripped his cock in his hand and rubbed it over my cunt, "Are you sure that you don't want to feel this in your cunt?"

"Sorry baby but if I let that thing lose in my cunt my husband will probably divorce me!"

I used my hands, my tits and my mouth to get Franklin off; it took me twenty minutes to boil his balls for him. We dressed quickly and as we walked down the stairs Franklin asked when I'd be able to come back so that he could fuck me. "Give me your mobile number and I'll ring you as soon as I know."

One last kiss in the parking lot and I drove home. I was home at eleven o'clock and I went straight to sleep a happy woman, happy and drained after an hour long orgasm.

I woke at eight o'clock in the morning, I showered the smell of sex away from my body and dressed in white bra, white knickers and white summer dress, mid length with small roses printed all over it. I pulled 'Bobby socks' on my feet and then slipped them into white trainers. I had no idea how wet or muddy a canal towpath in Leicester would be so I popped my wellingtons in my car as well.

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Leicester was over sixty miles away and I didn't really know my way around, I took several blind alleys before I found the car park that Sue had mentioned. It was a minute or two before ten when I pulled off the road and into the car park. I saw thirty or forty cars in the car park but only one person, a man sitting on the bonnet of a sports car, he was wearing blue jeans and a lumberjack shirt with massive walking boots on his feet. I found a parking space and slipped out of my car.

"You wouldn't be Victoria Clarke would you?"

The voice came from the direction of the man sitting on the car's bonnet, I looked around him to see if Sue was hidden from my view by the man and then I looked a little closer at him, his haircut was short back and sides but his face was soft, far too soft to be a man's face and as he smiled his mouth took on the shape of cupid's bow.

"Sue, is that you?"

The smile got wider and she slipped down off the bonnet of the car. Sue laughed at me, "You're not really dressed for a walk along the canal!"

"I had no idea what to wear, I did bring my wellingtons in case it's wet out there."

"You won't need wellingtons, your trainers will be fine but you should have worn trousers of some sort...the path isn't always as clear as we'd like it to be."

We shook hands and Sue gestured in the direction of the canal. We walked along just chatting, Sue was definitely mannish and she was looking for that 'Very special friend' that all mannish women craved. At first I have to admit that the thought that a lesbian was flirting with me as we walked along the towpath did make my flesh creep but I got to know her, she was funny and caring, she was clever and very well read. By the time we reached Aylestone Meadows, the rough halfway point I had relaxed and was laughing at Sue's jokes and when her hand captured mine as we walked along, I didn't try to shake it off, I let her link her fingers in mine.

"I have to say when I read how long you had been married and how recently you were widowed I was a little worried that you wouldn't be ready to meet a woman like me Vicky."

I managed to stop myself saying, 'What would a woman like you be?' I got a good idea when she squeezed my hand at a 'Crush' gate, designed to stop people riding pushbikes along the towpath and as I stopped in the 'Crush' part of the gate she kissed me on the lips.

As she let me go she laughed, "Well...at least you didn't slap my face or run a mile...that's a good start!"

"My life with John was regimented; I knew exactly what was expected of me every day, every minute of every day. I was lost for a while after he died and when I got your letter yesterday I decided to relax more, roll with the punches and see what life has to offer me!"

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"The coffee shop is just around the next corner...can I kiss you again please?"

I closed my eyes and puckered my lips. The second kiss was longer, deeper, my arms wrapped around her neck and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. We just stood there at the side of the canal in a ten minute kiss and when Sue's lips finally left mine she whispered coarsely, "I have my cell phone; I could call a taxi to pick us up at the back of the coffee shop and take us to my flat...unless you're desperately hungry!"

I smiled coyly and replied, "I had a late breakfast, I'm hungry...but...not for food!"

Sue smiled at me and took her phone out of her pocket...

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