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First Published: 13 January 2016

Prospecting in the Outback
by Isabella

Story Codes: M/F, Shared Wife, Public sex, MM/F, Anal Sex, Romance

When I met my husband he was a normal, fun-loving man, he, like me, wasn't particularly adventurous, sexually I mean but mine was caused by shyness and his was caused by years of studying rocks, stones and gravel. When we met Johnny was working as a Geologist for UK Coal, he worked in the Leicestershire coal field, mapping out the location and potential yield of the coal seams underground. I was always surprised that even after spending all day searching through core samples he could come home happy and pick up his studies. Johnny had his degree but was working towards his Doctorate while working full time and even with all that going on in his life he still made time to take me out on the town once a week and once home from our evening out he would spend several hours making me happy in bed. Actually, he made me so happy that after a night of attention and sex I always drew a little smiley face in my diary to mark the occasion.

Well, that was all in the past, Johnny had managed to earn his Doctorate but at the same time UK Coal closed down the Leicestershire coal fields, well, all but the site at Ibstock where the coal turned up just a few feet below the surface so could be won by opencast mining, at one tenth of the cost of deep mined coal. UK Coal didn't need geologists in Johnny's area anymore so he ended up being made redundant. From that day on he was in very dead-end jobs where he hardly needed spade skills, never mind a doctorate in Geology. Johnny was under-employed at work, bored to death and, well, he was depressed. Perhaps not so depressed that he needed to see a doctor or anything but definitely depressed.

We had gone through fifty-two weeks without a single smiley face in my diary, on Johnny's birthday he went out with his mates after work, came home drunk, made a pass at me and at the crucial moment he failed to achieve an erection which, even though drunk, it just added to his depression. We then had another six months of no sexual contact and I was starting to worry that Johnny was actually reaching a deep enough depression that I was about to tell him to get himself off to the doctor for some anti-depressants and then one Thursday he came home from work with a smile on his face. I was a little shocked, didn't really know what to do or say, I served up his dinner and we sat at the table but he was like a schoolboy on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa Claus to arrive.

"What do you think about Australia?"

Well, that took me by surprise, "What do you mean? I think it's a little far to go for our summer holiday, far away and very expensive!"

"Well, yes, far too far to go for a fortnight's holiday and the summer here would be the winter over there. But I guess going there in the winter would allow some acclimatisation before the summer sets in!"

"Johnny darling, what the hell are you going on about?"

"This..." Johnny dropped a printout of an email that he'd received while at work earlier in the day. I read the email; it was a little difficult to read as it was obviously written by someone who didn't use English as his first language. I checked the senders address, 'Andreas.Simonsen@name.dk' so I guessed that the man was Danish, the gist of the email was that Andreas or Andy as he signed himself at the foot of the email had been issued with a license to explore for minerals in a vast desert area in the Northern Territories of Australia. They wanted to use an acoustic technique that Johnny had explored in his doctoral thesis and as they couldn't find anyone in Australia willing to get their hands dirty in the outback, and they were running out of time to start the project they had come to England to Johnny because they knew that he was already up to speed with the technique but they needed him to start as soon as possible or they would lose their rights to explore.

Johnny had been invited to go to Australia House in London's Strand the following day, there was a list of the things he would need to take with him to speed the process of getting a work permit up. I was trying to work out just exactly what the email meant to us. Well to me, it was obvious that a company called NAME or Northern Australia Mineral Exploration Ltd was headhunting my husband to work in Australia and they were desperate for him to start with undue urgency, leaving us very little time to discuss everything that needed discussing. I was trying to think, I was suddenly not very hungry and as I tried to square the circle I was pushing my food around on my plate, "You not hungry baby doll?"

I looked up into Johnny's face, there was an inner glow in his face that I hadn't seen since they started to close down coal mines in Leicestershire, I was still holding his email in my left hand and my fork in my right. "No, me neither..."

Johnny was on his feet in an instant; he came to my side of the table, grabbed my hand and pulled me from my seat, I was dragged from the dining room dropping the email printout and my fork behind me. As my husband dragged me up to our bedroom I remembered six months earlier when I drew a frowny face in my diary, he had dragged me upstairs on that day too, he'd stripped me naked, got me all excited, turned on, ripe!!! But then he'd failed to get a hard cock, either the drink or the depression had killed his ardour so this time I wasn't getting excited until Johnny delivered the goods.

Johnny gave me an hour of foreplay, just like the good old days, well, no, not at all like the good old days; he only delivered enough foreplay to make me receptive and wet for his cock. After an hour's foreplay and more orgasms than I could count he threw his body down on top of mine and...and...there was definitely no problem with his erection this time. We fucked frenetically for ninety minutes, the only reason that we stopped after ninety minutes was because Johnny suddenly felt peckish so we wandered down to the kitchen in the nude and I buzzed both of our meals in the dreaded microwave oven.

After eating Johnny wanted to go back upstairs to pick up where hunger made him leave off earlier, "What about your interview tomorrow? Don't you need to prepare for it?"

"It isn't a business interview, they just need to list where I've worked, where I went to school and where I've lived for the last ten years, NAME are only asking for a work permit, not for me to emigrate permanently."

Well that was an answer to one of my many questions at any rate, so he wasn't planning on making the move to Australia a permanent. "And what about me, what am I expected to do while you're swanning off across the other side of the world?"

"Well, you have to come with me, NAME have a very strict policy, the project leader can't be any more than three hundred kilometres away from his, or her, spouse and children. They have experienced projects falling apart when the team leader gets homesick and bailed out mid-way through the contract."

We were in our bedroom by that point in our conversation and Johnny was on top of me again. We fucked for another hour before exhaustion got the better of both of us and we went to sleep, the last thing that went through my mind as I dropped off to sleep was that I'd have to mark yesterday down in my diary with two smiley faces.

We were a little late getting up so we were in too much of a rush to talk anymore about my role in Johnny's plan, it was a good job that he had a single folder holding all of his most important documents in his little office at the back of the kitchen, he just had to grab that one folder and stick it in his briefcase. I had to drive him to the railway station, NAME had provided him with a first class rail ticket but he would have to collect it from the ticket office but that meant going into the main railway station in Leicester as they were the only local station that actually had a real ticket office and because he had to travel from the main station there was no free parking nearby and the railway station car park was close to a crime hot-spot, so I had to drive him in to the station.

Johnny spotted a small bookshop on the London Road, "Stop! Stop, I need something to read on the train, I've got almost two hours to kill."

I watched Johnny run into the shop, he grabbed at a magazine in passing from the top shelf, ran to the counter to pay for it and ran out, back to the car, I spotted the title on the front of the magazine, 'A Brief History of Dogging in the USA.' Johnny stuffed the book in his brief case in double quick time and I finished driving him to the railway station.

I went to work, got in a little late but it didn't really matter, I only worked part time and it wasn't exactly a profession, it was just shelf stacking at an out of town store, the kind of job that was easy to pick up and put down as necessary, that wasn't what bothered me about the possibility of traipsing after my husband to the other side of the planet, I'd miss my little bit of independence, the little money I earned and also the fact that it took me out of the house for twenty hours a week. I hadn't managed to get much information about where Johnny would be prospecting but even with my lack of knowledge about prospecting for minerals but even I knew that you didn't do much prospecting in towns or cities.

I got home just after three o'clock and walked into a ringing telephone. "Could I speak to Dr. Clark please?"

The voice was cosmopolitan, not cultured English although his English accent was very good, just a hint of Eastern Europe or Scandinavian.

"I'm sorry; my husband is in London at the moment!"

"Isn't he back yet, we received confirmation that the good Doctor had passed the interview and he'd been in for his medical already, I just assumed that he'd be home by now."

"I'm not expecting him to get back yet, whenever he gets to London he will always stop off at The Geological Society in Piccadilly, he tries to keep in touch with the latest developments whenever possible, I expect he'll be on the five o'clock train from London to Leicester."

"Damned it, oh, I'm sorry Mrs Clark, please forgive me, it's just that we need to see your husband as soon as possible, my business partner is in Copenhagen at the moment but he will be leaving for South Africa to source some of the special equipment that we will need in Australia, he won't be back in Copenhagen for a fortnight, I really needed to talk to your husband to arrange for him to fly into Kastrup Airport tomorrow. It's very urgent that we get the interview process finished as soon as possible."

"Well, if it is important that my husband flies to Denmark tomorrow he will just have to fly out to see you won't he?"

There was a slight chuckle in the earpiece before the caller cleared his throat, "Thank you for that Mrs Clark, the first flight to Copenhagen from Heathrow is just after six o'clock in the morning, there will be two tickets waiting at the SAS desk for you but you'll need to be at the desk by five o'clock to give you time to catch your flight, I'll book you on the last flight home again, just in case."

There were a few pleasantries and then the call was over, I hadn't even managed to get enough of my wits about myself to ask the guy his name but I assumed that he was the man who sent Johnny the email on Thursday.

I picked Johnny up at just after seven o'clock, I'd already made sure that he had a clean and freshly pressed shirt, he had been wearing his best suit all day but because of the time he's have to wear it, smelly or not, I'd planned to squirt it all over with Fabreze to freshen the smell and to press it as best as I could so he'd look reasonable for his interview.

Johnny was bouncing about when he got home, he was so hyper that I worried that he'd never get to sleep, his interview at the Australian Embassy may not have been a job interview exactly but his interview on Saturday most definitely would be and Johnny would really need his sleep so even though he wanted to have sex with me I stopped him and made him try to sleep.

I didn't really understand why I had to go with my husband to Denmark but a free trip to a foreign capital wasn't to be sniffed at. Johnny's outfit for the day was kind of fixed, he only had one good suit, dark and conservative as would be expected at an interview, his Oxford shoes cleaned and polished to within an inch of their lives. Johnny got such a keen shine on his shoes that they reminded me of new patent leather shoes, an ancient memory flashed in my head from my mother, "Good girls don't wear patent leather shoes, boys will be able to see their knickers in the reflection."

Well, I had never seen a boy looking at a girl's shoes to see the reflection of her panties mind you, I was brought up in the era of the maxi skirt, as a young girl the shortest dress I owned was three inches below the knee so no boys ever got to see up my dress. I had no idea what the weather would be like in Denmark and I knew that I could be on my feet for almost twenty hours so, starting at the bottom, no not my bottom, the bottom, I was wearing flat black shoes with ankle socks, I had considered tights but spending twenty hours on the go in tights could turn out to be extremely unhealthy and smelly. I chose comfortable, utilitarian underwear, full sized, white cotton panties and soft cotton bra in matching 'Virginal' white. My dress was lightweight, cotton, mainly white with powder blue, occasional print to break up the glacial effect. The dress was buttoned up the front from my ankle to my chin. It wasn't voluminous and the way I'd buttoned it meant that I wouldn't be able to run but if the wind got up it wouldn't embarrass me either.

Johnny drove to Heathrow and parked in the short term parking lot even though it would be expensive to stay there all day. We found the SAS desk and they were expecting us and had two first class air tickets waiting for us which impressed me a lot, not just the organisational thing but the fact that they had paid for first class travel for us. The fact that we had first class seats was a moot point as the aircraft was a Bombardier dash eight four hundred, it looked just like a coach with wings on, there was absolutely no difference between any of the seats inside the aircraft, all they did was move a short curtain along the row of seats to behind the last seat occupied by a first class traveller. We got free newspapers as well as free alcoholic drinks and we were given free champagne or bucks-fizz while we waited for all of the economy passengers to troupe past us as they boarded after us.

The aircraft had around eighty seats but only had thirty passengers so it was far from full. As soon as the wheels left the ground we were handed a hot cooked breakfast while the people in the rear of the aircraft had a cold continental breakfast. After breakfast and coffee I searched the seatback in front of me looking for something to read to take my mind off of the boredom of a two and a half hour long flight. There was one booklet in multiple languages trying to sell in-flight goods that didn't interest me at all and the other was written in Danish so I couldn't read it at all. Johnny got his briefcase down and took out a sheaf of papers that he'd picked up at the Geological society's offices in London on the latest developments in mineral exploration using acoustic reflections.

"I should have thought about picking something up to read before we left Heathrow!"

Johnny had just started to digest the wad of information he had to get through before his interview but I was getting bored so even though he was busy I butted into his thought processes, "Do you have anything in your briefcase that I could read?"

Johnny stopped reading his research papers and looked me in the eyes, "I've got the magazine I brought yesterday but I don't think that you'll want to read it, it's a top shelf, gentleman's special interest magazine!"

"I'll read anything, even your notes on how to find special rocks amongst a pile of boring rocks!"

Johnny didn't look like he believed my answer but he put his papers down and opened his briefcase and found the magazine I'd seen him buy the previous morning on our way into Leicester. The front cover of the magazine looked innocent enough, just the large lettering proclaiming that the magazine contained a history of dogging in the USA. There were a few pictures in the magazine, naked woman, naked men but they didn't appear in the same picture together.

In the first few stories men described how they loved, no, loved was far too small a word, men who got a sexual thrill, to the point of orgasm, just from watching men look at their wives or girlfriends, those men would dress their women up in as revealing clothing as possible and just watch as men flirted, trying to entice the women into bed. The men in that section of the magazine didn't actually want other men to touch their partners, just to look and flirt and the places of choice for their particular kink were beaches or nightclubs.

In the second section the stories were about men who liked to actually share their wives or girlfriends with their male friends, sometimes even picking up total strangers, befriending them over the course of an evening and then bringing up the possibility of their new friends having access to their partner. The men in this group usually liked just one other man in bed with them and their partners as a threesome, typically they would engage in their sexual kink infrequently, six or twelve times a year on average, something to keep for special occasions.

The men in the third section were exhibitionists, they loved to fuck their partners while other men watched, the third group of men usually didn't want other men to touch their women, they just got a heightened feeling of sexual arousal when strangers watched them fucking.

The men in the fourth section were the most outlandish of all; they would enter chat rooms and invite all comers to join them in a public place, then at the appointed hour they would take their partner along, fuck her and then invite all others there to fuck her too, some used condoms some didn't. This group is where the generic term 'Doggers' came from. Because the men met in public places, often car parks or parkland, the invitees would carry a dog's leash so if the authorities turned up, the men could claim to be looking for a runaway dog.

I had read several stories from each section and although I found it very farfetched I had also turned my husband down when he offered me sex the previous evening, just because we had to leave home at three thirty this morning and now I was very turned on, very turned on indeed. I was just about to read yet another mass orgy story from California, dozens of men watching Greg and Dawn fucking in a beach car park after dark, Greg has just opened a box of ten condoms and invited the first ten men to come up, take a condom and fuck Dawn, his wife while he watched.

I had just reached the point where the first man, a Mexican illegal immigrant had taken the first condom from the box when the cabin attendant announced that we were starting our descent into Copenhagen's Kastrup Airport, "Please close your seatback tray and return your seat to the upright position. The captain will shortly be illuminating the fasten seatbelt signs so please return to your seats now."

I dropped Johnny's mucky magazine back into his briefcase but before I did I took the trouble of slipping my boarding card into the page to mark my place in the magazine, I chided myself for being so greedy, reading so many of those stories instead of leaving myself enough time to visit the toilet and look after the need that the stories had created in my body.

We left the aircraft in silence, passed through passport control; we didn't need to go through baggage reclaim as the only bags we'd taken were Johnny's briefcase and my handbag. Sadly, to get out of the airport we had to pass through customs and as always, that channel was at the end of baggage reclaim. As we were shuffling along slowly at the back of a long line of people waiting to pass through the 'Nothing to Declare' area, it was usually much faster than this but they were checking almost everyone passing through, asking questions, checking through bags.

All the people around us were speaking Danish to each other as well as us, when we responded with an apologetic shake of our heads and a mournful, "Sorry, English," they returned to their complaining to each other in Danish.

"Well, what did you think?"

"Perhaps we should stop being lazy, learn another language, but not Danish, I can't see us coming here very often!"

"That's not what I mean Victoria, what did you think of the magazine?"

I thought that it's a good job I didn't wear tights under my dress or I'd be very stinky down there after reading hardcore porn for two hours, "I thought it was a little farfetched, I can't see any real men wanting to watch their wives with other men!"

Johnny shook his head and grinned at me as we shuffled one more pace towards the customs officer's desk. There were three Danish women ahead of us and one behind, they were all prepared for the heat in Copenhagen at that time of the year, they were all what I would call 'scantily clad', no, 'very scantily clad!' Johnny looked all around us and then nodded his head towards the desks that we could see ahead of us, "I'll bet you five pounds that if we all go through together as a group, you will be one of the only women to make it past the officers without being questioned or have your baggage searched. I'm not saying that you aren't equally as beautiful as those women, you are just around the same age and you have nicer shaped, larger breasts then them but they have put what they've got on display and you've covered yourself up. The customs officers are probably all married and they most probably wouldn't really want to have sex with those women but they will stop them just for an excuse to chat to them!"

As we filtered past the desks, six counters, two had just started checking people and four were in various stages of finishing with their passengers. I saw the first free officer look down the line, he waved two men on, then a young woman that was dressed like me, well, not quite as conservatively but still, conservatively and she was waved past, the free officer beckoned the first of the women over, Johnny whispered, "Look at her husband's face!"

We were all in a hurry, we'd all been held-up far too long and most of us were really pissed off at the delay but as the customs officer was openly ogling the man's wife her husband was standing there with a look of pride on his face. Johnny was partially right; three out of the four women were stopped, the one behind me got through because there was no free table by the time she got there. She followed us out into the arrivals lounge and Johnny slowed me down slightly so that she walked past us, when we took up the same pace as her so that we were just six feet behind her. Men were watching her walk past, they were even stopping after she past then and they turned to look at her arse as she walked on oblivious to their admiring glances. The men would glance at Johnny and I as we cut off their view but they seemed to notice Johnny more than me.

On the road outside a taxi pulled up just as we hit the pavement, the driver was dropping someone off, Johnny waited until the driver emptied his boot of luggage and took the cash from the passenger and then Johnny showed the taxi driver the address on the email that we needed to get to. "Can you take us there please?"

The driver turned the paper a little more so he could see it better, "Yes, you have bags?"

Johnny held his briefcase up, "Just this!"

Johnny got in first and slid across behind the driver's seat, I realised that the driver's eyes flicked over to me just once and then the rest of his attention was on Johnny until we were in the car. I sat behind the front passenger seat; again I saw the driver's eyes flick to me through his rear view mirror and then he concentrated on driving through the airport roads. Johnny leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Do you think the driver noticed you?"

I shook my head and then Johnny leaned in further, he kissed my cheek and then slid his hand behind my back, placed his right hand on my right hip and pulled me across the back seat so that I was right next to him, then he locked his lips on mine and as we kissed passionately I felt his fingers toying with the buttons on my dress, just under my chin, I felt more fumbling and his fingers were getting lower down my dress. I stopped his finger's progress when he was just one button shy of the line dissecting my nipples.

Because of the transmission hump in the centre of the rear floor and the tightness of the bottom of my dress I was sitting on a skew with both of my feet still on the right hand side of the car. Having stopped Johnny's downward progress on the buttons at the top of my dress he moved his attention to the bottom, he unfastened the buttons from ankle height up to six inches above my knees. While Johnny was working his way up the front of my dress he had to stop kissing me, I had the choice of looking at the back of my husband's head or up, into the driver's rear view mirror. All the time that Johnny was unbuttoning the front of my dress the driver never looked back once. Johnny would have unbuttoned higher but I stopped him, then he smiled at me and kissed me again before pulling my left leg over the transmission hump, forcing my feet apart and my dress to fall open, then he pulled the top of my dress open to expose my upper chest and décolletage.

The driver was still not looking into the rear of the car and then Johnny asked the driver if it was very far to the NAME office, Johnny was sitting back when he asked the driver, "Not far, few miles only!"

I saw his eyes flick to his mirror and then back to the road, three two one, his eyes returned to me, I could see that he was staring at the exposed flesh above my breasts and my cleavage. I watched as he squirmed in his seat to get comfortable and then he lifted himself up slightly to look down at my legs. Now he was looking at me almost as much as he was looking at the road ahead. There was a little surreptitious movement and the mirror was tilted down slightly. The driver was staring at my knees now, spending so long looking at me that it was a miracle we didn't crash. I looked at Johnny, he was watching the driver closely, he didn't miss a single glance that the driver gave me.

Johnny leaned in and whispered, "I think he's definitely noticed you now and I have to say that I think it's very erotic the way you've made him so uncomfortable, he keeps rubbing his cock whenever he looks at you and I'm sure that we've been past that building twice already!"

We reached the NAME office just before eleven o'clock and as Johnny got out of the car I spotted that he was sporting quite an erection, so the driver wasn't the only one in the car that was turned on, well, I already knew that but I blamed the fact that I was turned on due to the fact that I'd read those erotic stories.

The office looked like a standard UK detached house, there were twenty nameplates fixed to the wall, ten brass plaques on either side of the front door, the newest nameplate of all was that of Northern Australia Mineral Exploration. Inside the front door was a small reception desk, Johnny strolled up to the reception desk and said, "Doctor Clark, I believe I'm expected!"

I spotted a comfortable chair and dropped into it, there were a few magazines on a coffee table but as expected nothing in English, I couldn't possibly ask Johnny for his pornographic magazine so I'd just have to sit it out and hope that his interview didn't take too long.

The receptionist pressed an intercom button and said something in Danish; I did recognise 'Clark' in the announcement though. A door behind the receptionist opened and a slightly older man walked out with his hand already extended to shake Johnny's hand, he was five foot six inches tall, exactly the same height as me, he was dressed in an Armani suit that was almost silver with a metallic shine to it, he wore a pastel pink shirt with matching tie and pocket kerchief, the ensemble was finished off by brown brogues that were almost as shiny as James' shoes. The man was Andy, his short height and black jelled hair combed back to try and hide a slight thinning of his hair reminded me a little of Del Trotter from Only Fool and Horses.

After an overly long and very ostentatious handshake Andy looked over at me, he rushed over to me and once I realised that he was heading in my direction I stood up quickly, he grasped me by my shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks, he welcomed me to Denmark and told me that he thought I was really beautiful and the perfect image of English womanhood.

Andy released his grip of my shoulders and then slid his hand behind my back, he guided me towards the door he had come through and did the same to Johnny as we passed him. I hadn't expected to be in the actual interview with Johnny but there I was, in the boardroom, Andy telephoned a man called Uri, the last name I didn't catch from the telephone call but it seemed to have an awful lot of X's and Z's in it, there was a pause and then Andy said in English, "Doctor Clark and his beautiful wife have arrived so get your English brain in gear and get over here as quickly as you can."

Johnny and I sat on two seats at the side of the long table in the centre of the room but as soon as Andy put the telephone down he gestured over to a small informal grouping of seats around a low coffee table in one corner, "No, not there, please, please come and sit in the comfortable chairs, my secretary will be bringing us tea and coffee any moment, do you like tea Mrs Clark?"

"Please call me Victoria or Vicky, calling me Mrs. Clark makes me feel very old and yes, I love tea!"

"Well, if you really like tea may I suggest you drink the coffee, we don't get tea that's anything like English tea over here."

I laughed and nodded my appreciation but as I sat down I realised the drawback of the number of buttons that Johnny had opened up from the bottom of my dress, it was very hard not to show off my knickers to Andy as he sat opposite me.

The tea and coffee arrived, Andy's secretary spoke in faltering English that she had ordered a small buffet for lunch as it would soon be twelve o'clock. She asked if she should pour but Andy said something in Danish, the name Uri was definitely woven into the string of unintelligible Danish. Probably something like, "We'll wait until Uri arrives."

Andy started to outline the job, they were setting up a compound in the outback, everything would be mobile, most of the staff would be living two to a trailer, forty foot long mobile homes with a bedroom at each end and a living area in the centre, Johnny's deputy would have a trailer of his own and Johnny and I would have two trailers that were being adapted to stand side by side with a linking passageway from the kitchen to the living room. Our mobile home would have three double bedrooms, two bathrooms, a dining room and kitchen as well as a large living area. We would be expected to take in any visitors that arrived and look after them in our accommodation. There was a separate toilet and shower block for the men a kitchen with a chef and a tented dining room where everyone could eat together.

Uri turned up at that moment, he was so tall that he had to bend down to pass through the doorway safely, he was six foot seven inches tall, he was equally as well dressed as Andy, a slightly darker suit and it wasn't hand stitched but still a quality fitted suit. Uri was Russian; he was totally bald with piercing blue eyes, about the same age as Johnny or perhaps a little younger. Johnny stood up and shook hands with Uri; I stood up, offered my hand but got a kiss on each cheek just as with Andy.

"I've just been organising the toilet block, the water tanker and the mobile shower trailer..."

Andy butted in at that point, "Two separate units, I thought there would just be the one!"

"They said there was no way they could fit ten shower units and the toilets into one forty foot unit, this way we can have a few wash basins in each unit, it won't add much to the plumbing. The generator is already on the road to the camp but once that's delivered we'll need someone on site all the time to stop it going 'Walkabout', I've picked a unit that can be loaded into a soundproofed trailer that will make it a little safer once the trailer is manufactured and delivered to sight."

The buffet lunch arrived and was brought in by Andy's secretary and the women off of the reception desk. Both women were very pretty and they both dressed to their best advantage and the way Andy responded to the women it was obvious that they were performing more than just simple clerical services for Andy. There was a discussion in Danish, something about the size of the finger buffet, the amount of food and the variety, by the time the two women had finished bringing in the food the boardroom table was covered with food. Uri left the room and then other people started to come into the room, Andy started to introduce Johnny and me to each of the company's employees as they came into the room.

Most knew enough English to hold faltering conversations and I wondered how many employees in UK Companys could hold even a simple exchange with a Danish visitor, a fraction of one percent I was sure. Uri came back into the room, we now had everyone in the building in the boardroom, staff as well as other visitors, all invited in to help eat the mountain of food. Our lunch turned into quite a party for an hour and it was obvious that all of Andy's employees were very interested in their newest prospective employee and his wife.

There was lots of flirting, men flirting with me and young women flirting with Johnny, I thought that I'd be jealous if caught another woman flirting with my husband but actually, I saw it through slightly different eyes all of a sudden, I actually got more of a kick from seeing young women flirting with Johnny than I was getting from the young men flirting with me, several times I found a smile crossing my face as a girl brushed her hand across Johnny's chest or arm as they 'Danced' around the boardroom trying to find a space to talk.

Throughout lunch I got the gist of why Andy was in so much of a hurry to get Johnny on board and get him or rather us out to Australia as soon as possible. They had been awarded the license to explore a two hundred and fifty square mile zone in the Northern Territory, in theory the license lasted for ten years but a major condition of the license was that they had to register a previously unknown, commercially viable, mineral source within the first twelve months of issue. Andy had spent four months searching Australia for someone who was free to work for him and who understood the principals of acoustic reflection for mineral exploration. Andy couldn't find anyone in Australia that was suitable and so he had started to explore the rest of the world. Andy had approached the Geological Society in London for help and they had a copy of Johnny's recently 'Published' dissertation that Andy was allowed to read and he was impressed by what he saw, the Geological Society gave Andy Johnny's email address and just one week later here we were in Denmark at Johnny's interview.

Eventually the lunch was over and the room emptied until just the four of us were left. A contract was produced, it was written in English, Johnny was given plenty of time to read it and he eventually signed on the dotted line, there were lots of handshakes all round and both Andy and Uri kissed me on my cheeks again but this time their mouths were much closer to mine than the first time they kissed me in welcome. Andy's secretary returned at that moment to tell Andy that he had a call waiting in his office from his wife. Andy made his excuses and left the room, Uri grinned, "His wife isn't happy that he's in the office again on a Saturday afternoon, if he doesn't take his son to play football he'll end up in the doghouse again. Look, we'd built in enough time for you guys to explore Copenhagen on your own, maybe take in one of our world renowned adult shows together but it's already mid-afternoon, how would you like me to give you a little tour of the best parts of our city and take you to dinner, then I'll deliver you to the airport in time for your flight home."

Johnny looked at me and smiled, I shrugged my shoulders and then nodded my head, "That sounds nice Mr. Erm..." There was no way I could have wrestled my tongue around Uri's last name, "...Uri, it'll save us getting lost in a strange country!"

Uri smiled at me and then he smiled at Johnny, "Well, that settles it then, just wait here, give me a moment to close down my computer and let my girl go, it'll shock her to death getting out of work this early on a Saturday!"

Uri took us into the centre of Copenhagen and gave us the tourist trip around to see the Rosenborg Castle, the Christiansborg Palace, the Rundetarn and the little mermaid. Uri asked if we were interested in art and they had a wonderful museum of fine art and sculpture. We both said that we'd love to visit the museum but it was the sort of place we'd need to spend the day at not dash in at four-thirty in the afternoon.

Uri looked lost momentarily, "I'm planning on taking you to dinner, we could go to a very upmarket restaurant and have a wonderful meal or we could go to a restaurant that puts on a show as you eat..." He looked at Johnny and winked, "...I'm sure you know the kind of show that Copenhagen is famous for, it's up to you!"

Johnny looked at me, he grinned widely, "Well darling, dinner or dinner and a show, it's up to you."

I sighed heavily, I knew exactly what Johnny would chose if I wasn't there with them, Copenhagen was notorious for its sex industry, they did things in public that would never be allowed in the UK, I knew that Johnny wouldn't say anything if I said, "Just dinner!" He wouldn't say anything but I knew that if I did, he would be very disappointed so I sucked it up and said, "Dinner ... and ... a ... show!"

My husband's face lit up when I added the show after dinner. He looked like he wanted to jump up and down just like a big child. Uri smiled at Johnny's reaction and then took out his mobile phone, he spoke in Danish to someone, "Right, were booked in, the meal and show start at seven o'clock, so we have about ninety minutes to kill! How would you like a posh new cocktail dress Mrs. Clark, paid for by the company of course?"

"I don't really need a new outfit Uri!"

"No, you look almost edible the way you are but I'd love..." Uri looked over at Johnny, watching for his reaction, "...an excuse to dress you up for the evening!"

I looked at Johnny's face, well, I looked a lot lower, I saw the little lump jump inside his trousers as his cock inflated at hearing Uri's words. I shrugged my shoulders and began to rue the day that Johnny bought his magazine all about dogging, don't get me wrong, I'd never want him to go back to being depressed and impotent but so much was happening, it was after all just forty hours ago when Johnny first got his magazine and the idea of showing off his wife, but then the thought hit me, showing off wives was only one of the sections in the magazine that I knew of but then I hadn't finished reading the magazine yet, what if Johnny wanted to do more than just show me off to Uri?

Uri took my hand and guided me through the streets to the main shopping centre and then past that and on to a little back street area. I'd have expected Uri to take me to a boutique, a flash woman's outfitters or even a large department store with a fashion department but we ended up at none of those possibilities. There was no name over the front door just the female symbol interlinked with the male one, 'Sex Shop' jumped into my head.

I was pulled through the front door somewhat reluctantly with Johnny following on closely behind us. Just inside the door were shelves full of magazines, bins full of DVDs and videos. A little further in to the store and there were display cabinets full of plastic toys, you know the kind of thing, in fact, things that I had been thinking of trying to obtain over the previous eighteen months while James was going through his blue period but in the UK shops of this kind were very difficult to find. As Uri pulled me through that section I was surprised to see quite elderly ladies openly discussing the merits of one kind of plastic lump over another together, quite openly as if they were discussing onions while they were holding fake cocks by their plumbs.

The third section of the shop was full of leather, leather clothing, whips, boots and fetish shoes. The fourth section was rubber and PVC clothing and the fifth section was nighties and sexy lingerie, stockings and more 'normal' footwear. The sixth and final section was sexy clothing. Uri was searching for one specific item of clothing, "I bought my wife a dress here last week and she loved it, I think you'd look very special wearing the same dress." Uri seemed to be very excited to see me dressed in the same dress that he had recently purchased for his wife.

I saw Uri's eyes light up, he pointed to a mannequin, that's the dress, I hope that they still have all of the sizes left. I juddered to a halt, the dress was very short, the front and back were very deeply scooped, leaving very little to the imagination but that wasn't what made me stop in my tracks. The dress wasn't actually made of material, it was a loosely crocheted dress, obviously handmade and all done in one piece, there were no seams anywhere in the makeup of the dress, not even over the shoulders.

Uri found the dress in my size, it was Icelandic white and looked even smaller in the packet than it did on the dummy, "Here, the fitting rooms are just over there, take everything off, I'll go and find you some stockings and shoes to go with the dress."

Uri wandered away leaving Johnny and me standing in front of the fitting room's curtain; as soon as he was out of earshot I gritted my teeth and whispered, "I can't wear this with nothing under it!"

Johnny held his hands up, he sensed that I was either upset or angry, "Just try it on for me..." Johnny took me over to the dress covering the dummy and slipped his hand up the front of the dress, the crocheting had been done very cleverly, the individual links and been double-doubled and woven into a diamond shape, Johnny's hand disappeared from view at the crucial point and he pointed out that the same crocheting pattern had been used under the very low neckline so that nipples and areola would be shielded from view but the overall effect of the dress was that everyone would know that the wearer was totally naked under the dress and almost every inch of her flesh would be on display. "...see, people will see just as much of your body if you were wearing a bikini on the beach as this dress. If you don't like it or don't feel comfortable wearing the dress just take it off and say no but let me see what you look like in the dress first please!"

Johnny had that 'Puppy dog lost' look on his face, the look he uses every time he wants me to do something I really don't want to do. I punched his shoulder and then started jabbing my finger in the air in front of his face; I kept saying "You! You, you!" The right words wouldn't come to me so I just 'harrumphed', turned my back on him and stomped into the booth to get changed into the macramé dress.

I stripped totally naked, even my shoes and socks off, then I pulled the dress on over my head, okay it was surprisingly soft, the chord that had been used to crochet the dress had been covered in silk. I looked at myself, I could see the bottoms of my breasts through the dress but the patterning under the neck did cover my areola totally. My neatly trimmed bush was all hidden behind the patterned diamond but it was a good job that I kept my bikini line well-trimmed and my bush got a regular 'buzz cut' from my husband's beard trimmer that he bought one year when he decided to grow a beard but never got to use the trimmer because he discovered that he hated the feeling of hair growing on his face so I adopted it.

Okay, it looked very erotic; I would have admired a woman if I'd seen her wearing that dress, admired her body in the dress and admired her courage for wearing something like that in public. I took a deep breath and then pulled the curtain open, Johnny's face split into a wide stupid grin, then he seemed to look beyond me and his eyes opened wider and his jaw dropped, I looked over my shoulder, my reflection in the mirror was, well, far, far worse than the front of the dress. The patterned panel that hid my cunt from view hadn't been repeated at the rear and my bum crack was clearly on display!

I was about to yank the curtain closed again but Uri popped into view, "Victoria, you look wonderful in that dress. I've paid for the stockings and the shoes are size six-wide."

Uri, I can't wear this dress out in public no matter how much my husband wants me to!"

"Why not?"

I turned my back quickly and flashed my almost bare arse at Uri and then turned back to face him. Johnny was now fully erect and it looked like he was in pain because he was so hard in his restricting trousers. "Oh dear, my wife's dress has the same design on the front and the back, put the stockings and shoes on while I look for something different."

The stockings were the self-supporting type, they had reinforced heel and toe and a fake seam up the back and the thin straps on the high heeled sandals showed the stockings off perfectly. I slipped my legs into the new stockings, careful to keep the seams straight and settled my feet into the sandals and looked at myself in the mirror again, I could clearly see the overly ornate tops to the stockings through the wide open mesh of the dress, a sight that usually no one but my husband would usually see.

Uri returned with a skimpy pare of panties, he handed them to me through the curtain and when he saw me in the sandals and stockings through the dress he whistled, then Johnny pulled the curtain out of Uri's hand and then I had two faces peering in at me, Johnny gasped, "My God, you look fantastic darling!"

I took the panties from Uri's hand and pushed both men back through the curtain before bending down and stepping into the panties. I opened the curtain again and turned in front of both men, the dress didn't have a fraction of the impact on Uri or Johnny when they saw the back and could see the white knickers instead of my bum crack peeping through at them. I looked over my shoulder again and saw the vast expanse of white silk material and the lace around the waistband and it was my turn to pull a dissatisfied face. With knickers on the dress just didn't look as special, did I really just think to myself that the dress looked special? Well, I couldn't see myself walking down the street in a sleepy Leicestershire village but in the West End of London or Paris, even Copenhagen, I could see my wearing this dress in public would turn heads and I could see how that effect on other men could turn Johnny on as well. Just imagining walking out in the street in the dress without the knickers on had caused a spurt of lubricant to shoot from my fanny. The dress was special and what made it that way was that men could see that there was nothing on under it.

"I'm sorry Uri, I hope you didn't have to pay for these knickers because it just doesn't seem to work, this dress with knickers under it!"

Uri and Johnny looked at each other, they grinned at each other and then Uri looked back at me, "That's okay, I paid for the panties but I'd rather you just kept them in your handbag for later than wear them to our meal tonight."

Don't ask me why I did it but I did close the curtain to take my panties off and then popped back out into the shop again. Johnny turned me around and both he and Uri admired my bare arse showing through the holes crocheted in the back of the dress, I held out my hand to Johnny, I'll need my mackintosh, I'm not walking through the streets of Copenhagen wearing just this dress!"

Uri and Johnny both looked disappointed but they both understood, Uri looked thoughtful for a moment and then he said, "You can't put the coat on until we've paid for the dress and the shoes though!"

So I ended up walking through the store to the front of the shop, the checkout tills were right next to the dirty books and magazines and that part of the shop was full of men all thumbing through erotic literature and I got a lot of leering looks from those men as I approached the till. Uri had actually picked up a second dress in exactly the same style but slightly smaller for his wife, it got a little complicated at the checkout, they carefully cut the label off of my dress and scanned it, then I had to take the left shoe off so that they could scan the barcode stuck to the shoe's instep. I slipped my mackintosh on while Uri paid the bill using his company credit card and then they scanned the second dress which he paid for with his personal credit card.

I actually felt damned sexy as we left the shop and walked out into the street, even though I had my coat on hiding my body from view but I knew how I was dressed under the coat, Johnny and Uri both knew how I was dressed under my coat and, as I looked over my shoulder and saw five men that had followed us out of the shop to watch us walking down the road, they all knew exactly how I was dressed under my coat as well. I was new to all this sexual freedom thing, I had no idea if the men in the shop had seen us as normal or abnormal, just remembering back to the two elderly women discussing dildos as if they were fruits or vegetables but the fact that five men had followed us out of the shop to watch what two men were going to do with an almost naked woman I guessed that even in the free-wheeling state of Denmark and their cosmopolitan capitol, two men with an almost naked woman in the street was an unusual occurrence.

My old clothes and shoes had all been placed in a carrier bag by the sales assistant, the receipt for two thousand Danish krone had to go into Uri's wallet for the accountant. I couldn't believe that a pound's worth of silk covered chord could cost over one hundred and ten pounds just because it had been tied into a series of knots and the shoes would have only cost twenty pounds back home instead of the ninety pounds just because they came from an upmarket sex shop.

My bag was put in the boot of Uri's car and he drove us over to the club. The Maitre d’ took my coat when we entered the club and even though he worked in an establishment that had live sex shows on their stage his eyes opened wide when he saw just how much of my body was on show through my new dress. We were shown to one of the best tables in the restaurant area, right out in front where I would be on show to all the other diners but Uri whispered something to him and we were taken to a less prominent table. I realised one of the reasons that Uri didn't want to sit at the best table, it had four seats, one on each side of the table, the less good table had a bench seat against the wall and two seats with their backs to the stage.

Uri told Johnny to slide onto the bench seat and to slip along to the far end, then I was pushed in next and told to get as close to Johnny as possible and then Uri squeezed in at my side, the three of us sitting in the space intended for two. Uri started flirting with me as the starter arrived and as we ate two women performed on the stage and by performed I mean the sexual act, the full lesbian sex act on a large rotating bed on the stage. The lesbian act had never really interested me but from the looks on Johnny's and Uri's face told me that they were totally engrossed in watching the sex act on the stage. So much so that they had stopped flirting with me, well, Uri had stopped flirting and Johnny had stopped looking at my body and grinning like a fool.

The lesbian show ended and our dirty dishes were taken away and Uri turned his attention back onto me, "Dr. Clark, would you mind terribly if I kissed your wife?"

Johnny leaned forward, he looked at Uri and then at me, "I say old man, it's a damned bad show to ask the husband if you may kiss his wife without asking her first!"

Uri grinned; Johnny had affected a very posh Old Etonian accent when he had responded, Uri turned my face to his and he looked deeply into my eyes and said in a similar accent to the one Johnny had just used although heavily accented with his Russian gravel, "I say Mrs. Clark, may I kiss you please?"

I couldn't help myself; I licked my lips in readiness for the kiss and then nodded my head. Uri's fake accent was even more wildly pronounced as he said, "I say Dr. Clark, Mrs. Clark would very much like me to kiss her if that is okay with you!"

"Feel free old man but try not to mess my wife's makeup too much."

Uri planted his lips on mine and kissed me, not what I would have called a magical kisser but as he kissed me he began rubbing his hands over the front of my new dress, lifting my breasts and almost spilling them out of the front of my dress, then he kissed his way down my neck and over the swell of my breasts, I thought that he was on the verge of tipping my left breast out of my dress when three plates of food were placed in front of us. Johnny was leaning forward watching what Uri was doing; I was stroking the back of Uri's head, almost automatically and all the time looking into my husband's eyes. Johnny was smiling at me with a look of pride on his face and then the music started again, this time it was a man and woman on the stage putting on a performance on the same double bed that the two lesbians had used during out first course.

Johnny had grown a massive erection from watching Uri kissing me and fondling my breasts through my dress and now, the action on the stage was making him very uncomfortable, I really needed to get Johnny loser trousers if he was going to visit sex shows or watch me fooling around with a Russian businessman on a regular basis.

I quickly cut up my food and then put my knife down and just used my fork to eat with and my right hand slipped down onto Johnny's lap and I unzipped his trousers, took out his cock and gave it a little rub. Johnny climaxed in just a few moments and then I remembered a piece of sage advice that a girlfriend had given me, it was her opinion that once a man had his climax he usually lost interest in sex all together! As I wiped my hand on Johnny's napkin before wiping his cock clean and putting it away for him I wondered if Johnny would be less inclined for me to fool around with Uri in the next interval.

'What the hell am I thinking about? Just twelve hours earlier I had never thought of another man in a sexual way and now here I was, sitting in a foreign capital, almost totally naked, watching two people fucking on stage with a very sexy, very new acquaintance at my side and I was hoping that my husband would still be happy for me to fool around with the man that was his new boss after I tossed him off during the main course.'

Once again the fucking on stage ended and the waiters came around and collected the dishes from all of the tables, I sat frozen, Johnny had his happy ending and now I wasn't sure if my evening of exploration with Uri was over, Johnny leaned forward and smiled at Uri, "I say old man, you turned my wife on so much just then that she gave me a hand job under the table, Thank you very much for getting her motor running, how would you like hand relief before pudding or during?"

Well, at least Johnny wasn't over his excitement, "Well, thanks for that old chap, I was glad to be of assistance, if I could just go back to a little more foreplay perhaps your delicious wife will jerk me off over the Pavlova."

I giggled at the image of me jerking Uri over his sweet but I understood that he meant while he was eating his pudding not over the top of it. Uri got back to kissing me; Johnny disappeared from view as Uri's lips pressed into mine but while Uri went back to nibbling on my neck and the exposed part of my breasts I was looking into Johnny's eyes as he watched Uri. My eyes suddenly opened wider and I looked down, Johnny followed my eyes down and as I closed my eyes and pushed back into my seat Uri had his hand up my dress and was rubbing my clit sand started stabbing his massive fingers into my pussy.

Johnny kept coming into view, he was watching Uri intently as he finger fucked quite hard under the table and every so often I jerked a little harder, opened my eyes and looked at my husband as he watched Uri and me with as much interest as he had watched both of the sex shows on the stage.

I was still climaxing on Uri's fingers as the sweet was placed in front of us and it was my turn to look after Uri's needs while eating one handed and the three of us watched a woman performing with a snake and not just stripping while holding the snake, the snake was taking an active part in the sex act on the large rotating bed on the stage.

The meal and the show ended at nine o'clock, Uri had his happy ending five minutes before that, "Vicky I really wish I had the time to fuck you but I've got to get you to the airport right now! At least my wife will have a fun night once I get home and use all of the excitement you've caused me on her; she will wonder what hit her!"

Uri was laughing as the waiter brought my mackintosh and helped me into it while ogling my arse, yet another man with an erection that someone would need to look after for him. Uri had to drive quite quickly out to the airport so that we could reach there in time to check in for our flight. There was a long kiss goodbye at the side of the road outside the departure lounge, Uri asked me if I'd let him fuck me if he managed to get out to Australia to pay us a visit at the exploration camp. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to join my husband waiting at the door into the departure lounge.

There was no queue at the SAS desk so we walked straight up to the woman waiting for us, she checked our passports and then scanned our electronic ticket. She asked us if we had any bags to check in and then she checked something else on her computer and as she told us to have a good flight she turned her computer off and left her desk through a little door in the back. We had ninety minutes before our flight was due to leave but as we walked through passport checks and security screening there was an announcement in Danish and then again in English, our flight was being announced as a last call. Johnny furrowed his brow, "Must be some mistake but we'd better go to the gate just in case!"

Johnny asked the flight attendant if she was sure that it was our last call, she checked our boarding card, "Yes sir, we're sure, you're here, we're here, the captain thinks that if we get away from here early we'll be allowed to land early and we can get a meal before they close the restaurant at the Heathrow Hilton and we end up eating room service sandwiches again."

So there we were, seventy minutes early, the only two passengers on the aircraft, as soon as the wheels were up the flight attendant came along, "Would you like a hot mean or a cold compilation, you can have as many of either that you like, we have plenty of food and only the two of you."

Johnny looked into her eyes, "No that's okay thanks, we've just eaten!"

"A drink perhaps sir?"

"I'll have a coke on the rocks and my wife would like champagne please."

Johnny couldn't drink alcohol because he had to drive; the trolley-dolly wandered off and returned with a tray, four small bottles of champagne, four small cans of coke a small stack of plastic cups, the top cup filled with ice. She pulled the seat back tray down on the back of the seat opposite Johnny across the aisle, she placed her tray on it and then opened and poured my champagne and passed it to me, then she put a little of the ice into another beaker and poured one of the cans of coke into it and handed it to Johnny.

"I'm going to dim the cabin lights now and close the curtain. I won't disturb you again unless you need something during the flight. We'll be at least two hours before we start the descent into Heathrow."

I can't be positive but I'm sure that I saw the stewardess wink at Johnny before she turned and walked away, back to the galley and she closed the curtain over, then the lights went down.

"What was that all about?"

"I think she got a glimpse of your dress under your mackintosh when we came on board, she probably thinks we'd like to join the mile high club as we're the only passengers on the flight."

Well, never look a gift horse in the mouth, we moved right to the back of the plane, lifted all of the armrests and Johnny pulled his trousers down and I, still wearing my overcoat and dress, straddled his lap and plugged his cock into my cunt and I rode him for twenty minutes until he'd given me a dozen orgasms or more and then I took him over the top. As he climaxed filling my belly he said, "Will you?"

"Will I what?" I panted into his mouth as we kissed again.

"Will you let Uri fuck you if he visits us in Australia?"

I reached another climactic height as Johnny asked me the question, I couldn't answer until my breathing returned to normal, "Well, if he had tried to fuck me in the back of his car on the way out to the airport I probably wouldn't have stopped him, but then, you wouldn't have wanted me to stop him would you?"

Johnny grinned and shook his head. "But, in the cold light of a different day, I'm not so sure; would you want him to fuck me the next time we meet?"

Johnny grinned again and nodded his head, "I'd love to watch you fucking other men, actually, as much as I'd love to watch you doing it, just knowing it was happening would turn me on and then if you told me all about it as I fucked your freshly filled cunt afterwards, that would be as good as actually watching it happen!"

We sat connected together for an age after Johnny's cock had finally slipped out of my cunt, his seed and my love juice running down over his lap, the pilot announced that he was starting his descent into Heathrow airport so Johnny pulled his trousers and underpants up and we both walked back to the front row and our now warm drinks. The stewardess cleared her throat on the other side of the curtain and then pulled it open, she looked relieved to see Johnny and me sitting properly on our seats and both as fully dressed as we were when she left us over the Baltic Sea.

As we disembarked the aircraft the stewardess gave Johnny a warm smile and said, "I do hope that you enjoyed your flight with us tonight and that we can expect to see you come back again soon!"

We passed through the immigration point without problem; we even used the automated desk even though there was no one waiting to be seen at the manned desk. Once again we had to pass the luggage carousel before we could leave the airport building. We passed through the customs area through the green line, there was no one in sight at the customs desk but suddenly a man appeared and asked me to return to the inspection point, We'd just walked past the signs saying no entry so I was pulled back but Johnny wasn't allowed to follow. I was questioned about what I was doing in Denmark, my carrier bags were searched, my dirty cotton knickers as well as the new silk ones were looked at and I saw his fingers rubbing over the gussets of both sets of knickers, then I was asked to take off my coat and he laid it out on the table and as his hands searched all over the coat as if he was looking for something hidden in the lining but as he rubbed his hands all over the coat he was eating me with his eyes.

Eventually he picked up my coat and came around to help me to put it back on but I realised it was just so he could get a closer look at the back of my dress and have an excuse to stand a little closer to me and sniff at my personal odour. The customs officer smiled at me and apologised for holding me up. As I walked through the doors into the outside world Johnny was waiting for me with a wide grin on his face, that 'I told you so' look on his face. My return passage through customs was definitely a different experience from my outward journey where no one even looked at me to the return where a man had rushed out of an office after seeing me on a CCTV monitor and had rushed out to stop me after I'd passed through the exit doors and had pulled me back just so he could have a closer look at me.

We were both very tired on the drive home and went straight to sleep once we got home. On Sunday we slept in until lunch time and instead of cooking lunch we went over to the pub and got a snack meal over there. My Saturday trip to Denmark had certainly been an eye opener, people that I had known for years suddenly looked different to me, well, they looked differently at me. I realised that there wasn't actually any difference at all but after Saturday I was more tuned in; my eyes were looking at things in a different way. Johnny's friends at the pub would come closer to me in the summer when I was wearing slightly more revealing clothes and they stayed further away when I was wearing winter clothes. Before our lunch arrived five of Johnny's mates were swarming around us but I think that was because Johnny had talked me into going over to the pub wearing my shortest skirt and a silk camisole top with no bra under it so all of his mates were getting as close as they could to take a peek down the front of my shirt.

When our meal arrived Johnny's friends melted away to allow us to eat in peace, Johnny was pointing out how his friends were buzzing around us because of my camisole top, he pushed a fork full of food into his mouth and as he chewed he had a thoughtful look on his face and as he swallowed he smiled, "Would you consider fucking any of my mates before we leave for Australia?"

"I think that could be a little weird, I've known most of them longer than I've known you, some all the way from primary one. I think I'd feel happier with people like Uri who won't be around all of the time."

"Yes, you could be right there, just stick to strangers. Anyway, we've got a hell of a lot to do in the next few days; Andy and Uri want me on a flight to Australia in a fortnight's time."

The house was easy; we were paying a mortgage on the property and only had five years of payments left to make before the house was ours, Andy had offered to buy the house from us at ninety-five percent of its market valuation but that option didn't appeal, especially with interest rates at less than one percent or, we could have a rental valuation done and Andy would pay us the equivalent of ninety-five percent of the rental value for the five years of Johnny's contract. We would put that lump sum into our bank account and use that to pay off the mortgage by standing order, because the rent was far more than the mortgage, when we got home after five years there would still be several thousand pounds in the bank. The positive side of things for us was that Andy would pay for landlords insurance on our house to cover any damage that their tenants might cause. So it was a no brainer really, we'd return in five year's time to a house that would be as good as new and with the way the housing market ran in England the house could be worth considerably more than when we left it.

Johnny had to go into work to resign, his contract called for two week's notice and he had four weeks holidays owing to him so he was home by lunchtime on public transport because he had been driving a company car.

We had to put all of our possessions into storage, more than half of our clothes were heavy winter clothes and we wouldn't need any of those in Australia, actually, most of our summer clothing also got put into storage as Johnny wanted me to dress a lot sexier in Oz than I had so far dressed at home and he bought work shorts and lightweight cotton shirts to work in for himself.

The day of our flight caught up with us a lot faster than I thought possible. We had a leaving party the night before and although I snogged with most of our male friends and a few tried to go further I managed to keep control of myself, consoling my husband with a fuck in the passageway behind the bar while all of our friends were in the bar toasting our safe journey to Australia. It was a big enough turn on for Johnny to fuck me in a place that we could so easily get caught by people we knew for him to forget my missing out on sex with one or more of his friends.

We flew into Darwin airport, it took a full day to get there, stopping over in Dubai for two hours while the plane refuelled and the crew changed over. In Darwin airport we transferred into a little aircraft that was little larger than a standard Transit Van with wings. We flew south for close to four hours and the pilot who was sitting just two feet in front of me pointed down at the ground, it looked like a truck stop below us, there seemed to be fourteen forty foot long trailers parked in a rough square around a tanker truck. We spiralled downward to what looked like a dirt road at the side of the camp and the aircraft landed just a few yards away. It was late Saturday afternoon and there was only one man in the camp, he was Peter Wycraft, a fifty something dirt miner who was Johnny's second in command, he came out to give us a hand with our bags.

Peter gave us a whistle stop tour of the camp, he showed us where the kitchen was and the food, the cook was in the nearest town along with the rest of the crew, Peter showed us to the double wide mobile that was to be our home for the next five years. "Well, I'm sorry that the tour was so short but I've got a cold beer and a hot Sheila waiting for me in town! You guys get to know the place while you take your first turn at guarding it."

The last thing that Peter did before he drove off in his Holden Colorado was show Johnny where the rifles were kept and check him out on how to load and fire the weapons. It wasn't quite the welcome I had expected, one man from a crew of twenty waiting for us to land and he flitted off to town within twenty minutes of us landing. Johnny and I wandered around the camp, there were nine mobile home trailers each forty feet long for the crew, each of the vans were identical, each had a bedroom across each end with a living space in the centre. There was a fridge in each of those units and a sink with coffee making facilities and microwave but that was the only cooking facility in the units.

Peter's unit was next to ours; his living room window overlooked our bedroom. Our unit was actually two trailers linked together with a covered bridge. We actually had three double bedrooms and a separate toilet and bathroom, a kitchen and a large living room. In the toilet there were warnings to check under the toilet seat before using it because of a variety of insects, spiders and snakes that could lie in wait for an unsuspecting bottom.

Outside the cookhouse there was a massive gas barbeque I found a large steak and some salad to make Johnny and me our lunch, we were both starving because there was no cabin service on the small aircraft down from Darwin to the campsite. Johnny was looking over the five drilling rigs that were lined up on the edge of the compound. We ate under a canvas awning mounted on the side of our mobile home to keep out of the sun. I'd been on holiday to hot countries in the past but nothing like the dry heat of the desert in Australia. Then I unpacked our bags while Johnny checked out his new computer and got onto his work email account and began to get to grips on his new job.

By four o'clock Johnny had finished what he had to do and I was sitting out under the awning when Johnny came out of his office, "You look hot!"

"No, I'm not looking hot, I am bloody hot!"

"Take a few things off then!" Johnny said with a lecherous look on his face.

"I'm wearing this summer dress, knickers and bra, there really isn't much to take off!"

"Well, that's three things more than you need to be wearing when there's just the two of us here."

In the end we both stripped off, all we were wearing were our massive walking boots and thick socks and you'd never want to walk about in the desert without heavy leather boots on your feet, the list of things that scuttered around in the sand that would bite and seriously upset your day was as long as my arm from scorpions that would sting to snakes that would bite and some were deadly poisonous, the rest of the things on the list were far smaller but still no less upsetting to your system if they bit your feet.

We wandered around the camp naked, Johnny fucked me to my climax on the steps to Peter Wycraft's mobile home but Johnny held himself back, then he took me to his mobile office and fucked me on his desk, again he gave me a wonderful orgasm but held himself back again. we moved on to the shower block, basically an open forty foot long by ten feet wide trailer with twelve shower heads along one side and benches and clothes hanging space along the other side. There were no modesty screens, not even by the presently open doorway, so anyone walking past the outside of the shower truck would be able to see anyone showering or drying inside the unit. Johnny lay me down on one of the benches and fucked me under the spray from several shower heads. Again I had an orgasm and again Johnny held himself back.

Johnny was about to fuck me in the dining tent but I stopped him, "You'll make me too sore if you fuck me in every different area of the camp on our first day, save some for another time. Do you want me to get you off now?"

"Let's go for a walk, you can suck me off outside somewhere."

We walked around our camp site holding hands, still totally naked while Johnny was scouting out a place for me to suck him off. Johnny was carrying a towel, his idea was that I might need something to sit on or kneel on when he found the spot he wanted his blowjob to take place. In the end he settled for the road that our aircraft had landed on earlier, the towel was folded over several times and placed on the dirt surface of the road, I knelt down and started to suck his cock. I couldn't see very much with my nose buried in Johnny's abdomen but I sensed something, his cock seemed to strengthen, grow slightly in my mouth, I let my eyes flick up to his face and he was looking to the north along the road. I was about to pull my head away from his belly so I could see what he was looking at but he held me in place until he'd filled my mouth and my belly with his spunk.

As I stood up I saw what Johnny was looking at, on the horizon there was a ball of dust and it seemed to be heading in our direction at some speed. We walked speedily but without panic to our mobile home, my dress was over the back of a chair under our awning, I shook it out just in case a wee beasty had taken up residence while Johnny and I were fucking. I just slipped the dress over my head but didn't bother with my knickers or bra. I just popped them both into my new laundry basket.

Johnny had slipped his shorts and shirt back on and the ball of dust was getting closer, now there was the sound of a very large and powerful engine on the breeze. We both expected whatever it was to pass us by; it wouldn't have been one of our crew as they were all in the nearest town which was to the south of our camp about sixty miles or more away.

The tractor unit came into view, it looked like a huge American truck, the kind I'd seen in films over the years, as it got closer it looked like it was five lorries driving in a line ridiculously close together. The driver must have seen us standing at the side of the road, I was just about to turn away to stop the dust getting in my eyes when there was a hiss and a squeal of breaks and the lorry slowed to a crawl at our side, he didn't bother to pull over he just stopped in the middle of the road for what it was worth. The driver jumped out of his cab with a water bottle in his hand, the kind of bottle you'd expect to see hanging from a saddle in the wild-west.

"G'day, any chance of a little water mate?"

Johnny smiled, "We have plenty of water, you can have more than one cantina full if you like."

"You guys from England?"

"Yes, we just arrived this morning, well, three hours ago, still trying to get used to the heat and lack of humidity."

"Thought you must be new here, out on this road, sixty miles from the nearest town and water supply folk don't mind sharing a bottle or two but water is worth more than beer out here."

"I'd offer you a beer too if you like but I understand that over here you guys can't drink anything alcoholic if you're driving."

"Too true mate, they'd have my hide if they caught me driving this monster after a drink."

I realised that what I had thought were five lorries were actually six trailers attached to one tractor unit.

"Anyone else here?"

"No, our crew are all in town, we're just getting the lie of the land and looking after the place."

"Pity, I was hoping not to have to go all the way into town, I've got a delivery to make to a place called NAME and it's not marked on my map or in my sat nav."

Johnny looked at me and smiled, and then he looked back at the driver, "Don't tell me that you have two thousand feet of acoustic sensor rods in one of your trucks?"

"I do mate, don't tell me I've hit solid gold and found NAME!"

Johnny nodded his head, "Which trailer is ours?"

It was the truckers turn to smile, "None of the trailers but all of the containers are for you..." He checked his watch, "...stumbling into you guys like this has made me early!"

"How early?"

"Well, my scheduled arrival time is nine o'clock on Monday morning, so I'm a full day early, the only problem is, the heavy lift crane that's coming out from town to drop off the containers won't be here until Monday morning."

Johnny looked over at me and smiled and I knew instantly what was going through his head. He wiped the grin off of his face and turned back to the driver, he held out his right hand and said, "I'm Dr. Clark, please feel free to call me Johnny..." Johnny turned to me after shaking the driver's hand, "...and this is my wife Victoria."

The driver took my hand and shook it, "I'm Antonio, from Italy originally, been here since I was four years old, Tony to my mates but my handle on the truck's radio is Pizza Boy, you know as in Pizza Delivery Boy. I'm pleased to meet you Vicky but you do know that because you're a ginger your crew will all call you Bluey if they're Bogans and Doctor, they'll all call you Johnno or Doc."

I was confused, "What are Bogans?"

"Aussie slang for a redneck Vicky darling...ooops sorry Mrs. Clark, I spend so long out on the road on my own I forget my manners."

"So Tony, what are you going to do with your lorry until Monday morning?"

"Well, I could drop off the trailers here and scoot into town, spend the night in a hotel, my sleep cab is great but it doesn't have a shower back there and getting a meal cooked by someone who can actually cook will be a novelty."

Johnny looked at me again and smiled, then he turned back to Tony, "Well, Vicky could rustle you up a meal, home cooked, might not be quite as exotic as the hotel in town can offer and we have a shower block over there with plenty of hot water on tap and once you've dropped the trailers off of the back of your truck I can get you a cold beer from the fridge."

Tony looked thoughtful for a moment, "Home cooked will beat anything the hotel in town could come upwith, I'll take you up on that offer Johnno if you don't mind."

Tony went to the link between the second and third trailers, set the brake on the third trailer, pulled the pin linking the two units together and then he jumped into the tractor and pulled the first and second trailers through into our compound. Johnny had pointed out where the best place would be to leave the containers after they were unloaded from their trailers.

Tony drove his lorry into an imaginary parking space next to where Johnny had said to leave the containers. Then he set the brake on the second trailer, pulled the pin linking the two trailers and drove the tractor and first trailer back out onto the road, reversing it back onto the hitch of the third trailer. To me it looked like a very convoluted way to juggle the truck and its various trailers but Tony was an expert driver and he soon had the road cleared and five trailers standing in a line side by side at the side of our storage compound. Tony had worked quite hard and has worked up a sweat in the afternoon heat, by the time he moved his tractor unit close to the road out of the way he really needed that shower he was looking forward too.

Johnny showed him the way to the shower room, I watched him walk over and remembered that anyone walking past could see anything that was going on inside. Johnny watched me looking at Tony as he walked away with his wash-bag in his hand. "You think that small towel will be enough for him?"

I looked over at Johnny, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we have a lot of large towels in the wash house at the back of the kitchen block and I did offer Tony a cold beer as soon as he was finished driving, I could take them to him but I'm sure that he'd prefer you to do it."

I found a large towel in the wash room and I bottle of beer in the fridge in our mobile home, Johnny came out of the store room with a box of ten condoms and popped three into the little breast pocket of my dress, "Just in case he wants to fuck you, make him wear a condom!"

"Where did you find condoms?"

"The company supply them for the workers, cheaper to send a thousand condoms out to the camp every month than have to lose time at work sending crew for a three or four hour long trip into town to see the doctor to get a cure for the itch."

I walked slowly over to the shower room, Tony was washing himself as I knocked at the open door, I had taken a good look at his naked body before I knocked at the door but once I knocked I turned away, "My husband thought that you might need a bigger towel and he sent over the beer he promised you as well."

Tony walked over to the open doorway, still totally naked, soap suds falling from his body, tumbling down from his chest, running down his slowly growing cock and falling to the floor in slow motion, "And did Johnno send you over to keep me company in here too Vicky?"

His fingers rubbed over the little pocket covering the nipple and areola of my right breast, he felt the three little lumps in my pocket and slipped his fingers into the tiny pocket pulling one of the foil wrapped condoms out, "At least he gave me three fucks with you but then I have been on the road for five days dragging his equipment down here from the port in Darwin!"

Tony took the beer, took a huge swallow from the bottle and then took my hand and pulled me up the steps and into the shower room, he pulled me under the shower while still wearing the thin cotton dress, he rubbed soapy hands all over my dress covered body before pulling it off over my head and leaving me standing under the torrent of water from two shower heads. I watched, shivering from excitement as he tore the condom open and rolled it down his rock hard cock, not quite as long or fat as Johnny's so it shouldn't make me as sore as Johnny would fucking me again so soon.

Tony fucked me standing up as he rubbed soap all over my body, he wasn't really trying to make me cum but I did none the less because as he fucked me I was looking over his shoulder and Saw Johnny walk past the open doorway, Johnny smiled at me and waved as he passed. I had thought that he would want to stand and watch us to completion but once he saw that we were fucking he was happy to move on and head back to his office to do a little work. It was quite a new experience for me to hear Tony climaxing and to feel his body jerk as he shot off but there was no warm feeling flooding through my body. My first experience of being fucked with the cock covered in a rubber sheath.

Tony pulled his cock out of me and ripped his condom off, then he started soaping his body all over again, I stood there for a while just watching him washing himself, well, I guess that was that, I backed way a few paces, I wanted to run away, I was confused, Tony wasn't one bit like Johnny, Johnny never fucked me without making a fuss of me, foreplay before and masses of post-coital fussing, hugs and kisses. I'd never had sex with a man before who just used me to get off and then dropped me without a second glance.

Eventually I was outside the shower block, naked in the afternoon sun and Tony didn't even know I was gone. I ran to Johnny's office, he was leaning over a huge map table, calculating the optimum positioning of five sites to place the vibration sensors Tony had just delivered. Johnny sensed that I was upset; he gathered my still wet body in his arms and cuddled me into his body. It took me a while to get over to him why I was confused and upset after fucking with Tony. Johnny took me to bed and spent time cuddling, kissing and talking to me. The basic premise was that Johnny was the one who really loved me, he would give me all of the loving I needed, I should just look on other men as exercise, a little fun outside of our normal marital life together.

We spent thirty minutes cuddling and then Johnny asked me if I was ready to cook dinner for the three of us. I wasn't really feeling kindly disposed to cooking for Tony after his 'oh so casual' fucking earlier, Johnny kissed me again, "Come on, I'll help you, we'll have chicken and chips, you can cook the chicken on the Barbie and I'll make the chips. I'm sure that if you guide Tony next time he'll give you more pleasure, I'm sure that if you take him to bed for sex it'll be better than a knee-trembler in the shower."

Johnny didn't just cook simple chips, while I was getting the chicken ready he peeled the potatoes, cut them into overly thick fingers, then he boiled them hard until they were almost totally cooked through. While the chips were boiling he mixed up a thin batter and once he took the chips out of the boiling water, he dried them, then he coated them carefully in batter and shallow fried them in beef lard. As I cooked the chicken I worked something out, most people would have just ripped open a bag of frozen chips and dumped them for seven or eight minutes in a deep pan of boiling vegetable oil but Johnny cooked chips like he made love, he paid attention to the preparation, he carried through the execution impeccably and then, he looked after the chips lovingly until they were ready for the plate.

Chicken broiled over the Barbie, moist, spiced and delicious, a little light salad and Johnny's Rolls Royce of chips. I went to the tractor unit and fetched Tony, he was impressed by the way the food looked and smelled, he fell in love with the chips, he'd never eaten anything quite like them before. After dinner Johnny and Tony drank a few pints of beer, I washed the pots and then went into the living room of our mobile home, I sat reading my book, I could have finished off the magazine about dogging but I thought I would be better off just reading my usual 'True Love Stories', not half as racy as the dogging stories but as I was expecting Johnny to send Tony through at some point during the evening I thought it best to keep my head on an even keel.

At seven o'clock it was just starting to turn to dusk when Tony walked into the living room, he had a childish grin on his face, "Johnno told me I acted like a right drongo in the showers earlier. I'm sorry, I thought that you were just looking for a quick fuck, I didn't realise that I was your first extra marital lover Vicky, I still have two of your husband's condoms if you'd like to give me a second chance."

I was just wondering if I should give Tony a second chance when Johnny walked in, he passed through the living room with a smile and a wink in my direction, from my seat I could see him moving from our bedroom to one of the two spare bedrooms, I saw him carrying sheets and pillows through to the second bedroom, then he put on a lightweight jacket and came back to the living room, he kissed me and told me that he had to do about another hour's work on the maps, he needed to plan where they would be starting their drilling on Monday, Johnny kissed me and before he left the caravan he asked Tony to excuse him, "I'd love to continue our discussions Tony but we're on a very strict deadline to get our first results or my employers will lose their shirts!"

Johnny left Tony and me alone in the living room, I looked Tony over again, he was a few years younger than Johnny, he looked fitter, well-tanned but nowhere near as urbane and witty as my husband, Tony really was just a bit of rough, a bit of Australian eye candy. I put my book down and stood up, I took Tony's hand and led him down to the number two bedroom, I was right, Johnny had made the bed, just a bottom sheet and two pillows but in the remaining heat of the Australian afternoon.

I remembered Johnny's conversation after my earlier disappointment so when Tony was about to rip open the condom I stopped him, took the condom out of his hand and placed it on the bedside cabinet, "A little foreplay first Tony, then you can fuck me and after, I want thirty minutes of kissing and cuddling."

I'd never taken sexual control before and I really needed too, Tony had no clue what foreplay was, he spent his life driving coast to coast around Australia, no wife or girlfriend, just a long string of whores and hitchhikers who he just rooted and left. I got a strange kind of thrill out of teaching Tony what I liked and didn't like in the way of foreplay, I sucked his cock but stopped short of letting him shoot into my mouth, I taught him how to perform oral sex on me, he seemed far less interested in doing it at first but when I taught him how to actually get me off using his mouth he suddenly got very interested, as my juice flooded into his mouth he got very interested indeed. Tony was like a child learning a new skill and once he's mastered it he wanted to do it over and over again. After an hour I had to force him to stop, I handed him the condom and he rolled it onto his cock and began rooting me good and proper.

Tony filled the condom in just fifteen minutes flat, about as fast as he was in the shower, it still felt strange not feeling semen flowing through my body but that was such a small part of the sex act that I was willing to forgo that little bit of pleasure. Tony jumped off the bed as soon as he filled the condom, he ripped the condom off and took it through to the toilet to flush it, he took the opportunity to take a piss at the same time before rejoining me on the bed, climbing on behind me and pulling my back against his belly, spooning with me, nuzzling his flaccid cock into the crack between my bum cheeks. He kissed and nuzzled my neck as he rubbed his hands all over my upper body, fondling my breasts and paying a lot of attention to my nipples, "Johnno said that you like a little rough play on your nipples when you're in the mood!"

We lay together for thirty minutes just kissing and cuddling and suddenly Johnny walked into the bedroom with a bottle of beer for Tony and a cup of coffee for me, it was darker outside than I'd ever seen in my life, it was nine o'clock so Tony and I had been in the bedroom together for two hours. Johnny sat on the side of the bed and he leaned in and kissed me, Tony still palpating my breasts his arm draped over my shoulder while we continued to spoon. With the lights off I could almost have imagined Johnny's visit to the bedroom apart from the kiss and the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

I turned the light on; Johnny wasn't there, just a bottle of beer on the cabinet on Tony's side of the bed and a cup of coffee on top of the cabinet on mine. "Well?"

I looked over my shoulder at Tony, I was confused, "What do you mean well?"

"I mean well, do I get to use the third condom before I leave on Monday morning?"

I grinned at him, "You want too?"

"God yes, I've never had sex anything like that before, I want to fuck you regularly, let you teach me everything you know!"

I took my coffee through to my bedroom, dug my dressing gown out of the wardrobe and wrapped it around my naked body. Johnny was sitting in the living room, "Did you have more fun this time?"

"Yes I did, you obviously told him that he needed to up his game a little!"

Johnny grinned at me, "I did, I told him that if he didn't look after your needs as well as his own you'd never let him play again."

At that moment Tony sauntered through the living room, "Thanks Johnno, thanks for the beer, the food and the...hospitality. And thank you too Mrs. Clark, it was a real pleasure meeting you today!"

Tony walked over to his truck in the dark; the first we knew he was out there was when the light came on as he opened the cab door. I watched him moving about in his cab, he had a TV in there but must have been watching a DVD or video because the truck didn't have a large enough antenna on the roof to get TV so far away from a city.

At ten o'clock Tony closed his curtains and turned his lights out. Johnny and I went to bed as well. As we lay in bed together Johnny asked me to tell him all about my sex with Tony and as I went through the whole thing Johnny fondled my body and kissed me a lot, "I'll bet you're really sore now after all the sex that we had and then twice with Tony as well!"

"Not really, Tony's not as big as you and he isn't as frenetic when he fucks so I'm good if you'd like to fuck me now."

Johnny started the foreplay all over again, over an hour of orgasming from his mouth and fingers before he climbed on top of me and gave me another hour of pleasure but this time, when Johnny finally had his climax I felt every last spurt shooting deep inside my belly.

At Midnight a small truck pulled up in front of Tony's tractor and six members of the crew jumped out, I was totally naked with the curtains open watching the six men standing at the side of the road waiting for something, looking down the road to the south. I just stood there, they couldn't see me because the light was off, suddenly the headlights of other vehicles lit up the area, lit up me too but no one was looking in my direction.

I recognised the Holden Colorado that Peter Wycraft had driven away in eleven hours earlier; there were four other men in the cab section and two on the back and just behind the Colorado was a Toyota Hi-lux pickup truck with another seven men hanging on for dear life. The six men waiting at the side of the road were jumping up and down and shouting "Ford wins again!"

Peter parked up and helped a very drunk man out of the back seat, "Next time Bruce you carry seven men and I'll carry six, we'll see if the ford wins then mate!"

"Who's going to make our midnight snack now? Cookies totally stuffed, we might not even get breakfast in the morning the way he is right now."

I pulled my dressing gown on over my naked body again and walked out of the mobile; I walked behind the men and said, "What do you guys usually have for your midnight snacks?"

My voice coming out of the darkness made several of the crew jump, Peter introduced me to the guys and he turned the perimeter lighting on. "Cookie usually leaves some stuff in the fridge in the kitchen before he heads off to town, it's usually a surprise.

I checked the fridge out and found a mountain of handmade beef burgers and burger buns, so I fired up the Barbie once again and cooked up forty burgers on the massive grill. Every time I moved every eye followed me, just waiting for something to slip out from under my dressing gown, because they were all watching me so closely I did allow a boob to pop out into the open from time to time.

The men were making such a racket as they waited for my burgers to finish cooking that they woke Johnny and he came out wearing just his dressing gown as well. Cookie's burger wasn't eaten because they couldn't wake him up, they just left him sleeping in a hammock until they were all ready to go to bed and his trailer mate put him to bed.

I kept the spare burger warm and offered it to Johnny but he wasn't hungry, he suggested that the noise of everyone going off to bed probably woke Tony up in his truck, "Perhaps he'd like a late night burger!"

Johnny winked at me and pressed more condoms into my dressing gown pocket before turning the perimeter light's off. I walked over in the dark and knocked on Tony's door, I saw Johnny reflected in the light from inside Tony's cab as Tony dragged me up into the truck's cab and turned the light off. Tony and I shared the burger before we got down to mutual foreplay and sex all over again.

I woke ay six o'clock in the morning, the sun was just a thin line on the horizon, as I clambered down out of the lorry I flashed my body but didn't expect any of the drunkards from the previous night to be up and about at that time of the day so it would be all right.

I slipped back into bed with Johnny for a cuddle together as we slept on and off for two hours, waking at eight o'clock in the morning to another red hot day. I chose shorts and a vest top, no bra or knickers, I cooked Johnny bacon and fried eggs for his breakfast while I had a small cake for mine. We were just about to set off when Peter Waklin strolled over to the Toyota that we were just about to take to drive out to the point that Johnny had selected to place one of the sensors, he chose a point seven miles due north of our camp, Peter clambered into the back of the truck to come with us to inspect the spot that Johnny had chosen.

At the first sensor point Johnny and Pete had a conference about Johnny's strategy, one sensor seven miles due north, and then another seven miles on due north, turn East three and a half miles and mark the second sensor site, then another seven miles to the east to mark the third. Then we'd turn around and drive fourteen miles to the west for the fourth site and then another seven miles west to the fifth site.

Johnny's idea was to see how long it took to make the five boreholes, the first machine to finish boring and lowering the sensor boom down to one hundred feet below ground would move to just outside the camp due south of sensor number one and start to drill the charge hole. For the first test Johnny was just going to run one quarter of the search area to try and get something in the computer to look at as quickly as possible. If anything turned up on the trace, any interesting reflections from the ten explosions set off at different depths they'd take core samples using all five drills.

Johnny hoped that he could quickly hit on something to fulfil the licensing requirements to gain the next five years of rights to explore. Johnny would be happy if all he had to report was road grade gravel, any commercially viable mineral deposits at all.

While Johnny was walking from the truck to the last sensor site holding his GPS tracker to get pinpoint accuracy of the required location Peter hung back with me, "Have you ever modelled for a photographer?"

"No, who would want me to act as a model for them?"

"Well, if I'm honest, me. I've been a keen photographer for years but stuck out here in the desert there's little opportunity to photograph women, even fully dressed women. I've got five hundred pictures of assorted sunrises and sunsets and about a half a million 'Interesting' rock formations. My wife used to let me photograph her; I could show you a few that I took of her so you could see what I have in mind if you'd like to see them."

I looked over at Johnny; I wondered how he'd feel about his number two taking mucky photographs of me, he had asked me if I'd be willing to fuck one of his mates before we left England and I'd been the one to say that it would be too weird having sex with someone I'd see every day. I looked again, I knew exactly what Johnny would say, 'Let him photograph you, let him fuck you if he wants too, just treat it as one more experience in your sexual exploration and growth.'

As Johnny drove us back to camp I told him what Peter had asked me, Johnny looked over her shoulder at Peter holding on in the flat bed at the back of the Toyota as we bounced over the uneven ground. "Well, he looks handsome; he looks like he'd know what to do in bed to please you."

"Don't you think it'll be a little too close to home, I mean you two will have to work very closely together and it could be for the next five years, every day. I think it would have been like me having sex with one of your old school friends, just too weird to cope with, we agreed just strangers."

"You could be right but would you pose for him if he wanted you too?"

"Would you like me too?"

"If he gives me copies of all the pictures he takes of you, I think it would turn me on a lot seeing photographs of you!"

On the drive back to camp Johnny suggested that I should let Peter photograph me a few times fully clothed and let him gradually talk me into revealing more and more of my body until I would pose for him totally naked if he wanted me too but that I shouldn't let him fuck me unless I was desperate for sex and if I did let him then we'd deal with any awkwardness if it arose.

It was close to one o'clock in the afternoon when we got back to the camp, Tony's curtains were still closed, he was probably still sleeping but then I had kept him working very hard all night on just one beef burger. The Toyota was parked on the edge of the camp and we walked around the front of our mobile home, the dining tent was full of men, the crew were all sitting around waiting for lunch, men with bad hangovers sitting at tables with their heads resting on their forearms. The cook was just about to dish up when we walked through the fly-screen end of the tent. The cook pointed his serving spoon at Johnny, Pete and me, "You three wash your hands before I feed you..." Then he banged on the table at the side of one of the labourers ears, "...go and invite the truck driver to lunch please Bruce." The labourer bitched but he did as the cook asked, no one in camp would dare to piss off the cook on a long project like this.

Johnny and Pete stood back while the crew collected their meals so I did as well, there were interesting dynamics, four six seat tables in the mess room, five drill operators sat on one table together, the ten general labourers sat on two other tables and the two technicians and Peter would sit on the fourth, there were no places laid for Johnny or me, it looked like we had been expected to eat in our own dining room as we were the only ones who had a private dining area. Johnny collected a plate and some cutlery and he sat on the table with the drillers and that caused a few surprised looks from everyone, well, everyone apart from Peter, he had a good idea that Johnny was more down to earth than most project managers would be. Tony was invited to sit on Peter's table and I asked the labourers if I could join them.

During our lunch one of the labourers swore at another, not violently, just the way these guys normally spoke to each other. There was a sudden apology for swearing, I just brushed it off, "Hell guys, I'm in your workspace, you guys just act as naturally as you would usually do, come in my trailer I'd expect a little different but out here just be natural guys."

After dinner I collected all of the dirty dishes off of my table and took them to the kitchen, then I started to systematically collect everyone else's pots just to help the cook and his assistant out. Johnny was now talking to some of the labourers over a beer and Peter came up to me, "What did your husband say about my asking to photograph you?"

"What makes you think I told him?"

"I'm sure that you'd have told him that I asked."

"You're right, I did tell him, he said that it was yup to me but not to let you talk me into doing anything I don't want to do."

A kick-about started out on the road and Johnny stepped in as well as Tony and Peter, it was too hot at two o'clock in the afternoon to fool about but eventually everyone was involved in the game including the cook and his assistant. There was an industrial washing machine at the back of the kitchen and the cook's assistant was responsible for washing the clothes and other laundry items and behind that area were about three hundred yards of drying lines. That afternoon the lines were full of towels and work clothes drying in the blistering hot sun.

After the kick-about everyone headed off to the showers to get cleaned up after their game but no one had realised that the towel locker inside the shower area was totally empty. Johnny shouted my name and I wandered over from my lounger in the shade. "Vicky darling, can you fetch us towels off of the drying lines please darling."

I gathered thirty towels from the washing lines and carried them to the shower room, I didn't stop at the door, I just climbed the steps and walked into the shower room full of naked men and passed around the towels before leaving. I could hear comments like "Johnno, you're wife's got real balls; most wives would run a mile rather than walk into a room full of naked men!"

"Hell, my wife has no problems with nudity, she doesn't see nudity as a sexual thing."

I smiled to myself as I walked back to my seat under the awning on the side of our mobile home, ''I'd have run a mile a month ago but not anymore!' I was quite proud of myself, the distance I'd come in just a few weeks, I'd strolled into that shower room, sized up all the naked men in a flash and left. Of course they were all flaccid and one flaccid cock is much the same as any other flaccid cock but I had enjoyed seeing twenty fit young men in the nude.

At four o'clock Peter sat in Johnny's empty seat, "Would your husband object to me taking you out into the desert for a photo-shoot Vicky?"

"Not at all Peter, he would expect you to give him copies of any photographs that you take of me, the good ones as well as the spoilt ones, just so he could keep an eye on what I was getting up to with you."

"I take thousands of digital pictures to get one or two good ones!"

"That's okay but Johnny will expect copies of every file, that was his only condition on me modelling for you."

"What will you wear for me to photograph you in?"

"I'll find something, do you want me to put makeup on and do my hair?"

"Not for this session, I'm not planning on close-up shots."

Johnny was in the dining area with a map spread out on the table just staring at the area around our exploration zone, he looked like he was trying to will the location of the minerals out of the ground. "What should I wear for Peter to photograph me in?"

"Pity we didn't bring that sexy crocheted dress that Uri bought you!"

"Well I did pack it but don't you think it would be a bit much for our first session?"

"Would give poor old Peter all the wrong messages!"

Johnny laughed, "What about the thin white cotton dress, the knee length one, wear the white basque, it lifts your breasts and gives them a wonderful shape!"

I brushed my hair and dressed the way that Johnny suggested and stood in front of Johnny, "What do you think?"

Johnny dragged me down onto his lap and kissed me, "You look perfect, you'll drive Peter mad with lust!"

I went to Peter's van and knocked on his door, when he opened it I asked, "Well, will this do?"

"Perfect, you look perfect."

Peter grabbed his camera and equipment including his tripod and we walked off into the desert towards the west, towards the setting sun. Peter used the sun to its best advantage, a dust cloud miles away in the west had turned the sun into a bright red ball and Peter took hundreds of long exposure shots using a narrow aperture to create a moody picture. Just as the sun was dipping below the horizon leaving just a pinpoint of light above the distant hills Peter set up his camera low down and had me standing with my back to the sun, legs wide apart and he had his flashgun in his hand and after opening his camera's aperture for a moment or two he flashed the gun and we both looked at the result on camera. The sunlight behind my dress gave the appearance that my dress was transparent and the quick flash lit my body and face up, I looked incredibly sexy because my irises were wide open, making it look like I was turned on by what I was looking at and because the flash was some way away from the focal plane of the lens there was no red-eye problem on the photograph.

We walked back to camp, the perimeter lights were on and five people were out by the trucks watching Peter and me walk back to camp. There was a sudden buzz, the crew wanted to look at the photographs, Peter told them that he had to show them all to Johnny first and if Johnny said it was okay then he'd show the rest of the crew later.

Peter and I went into Johnny and Peter connected his camera to Johnny's laptop, all of the photographs were downloaded into Johnny's computer and then we looked through them on Johnny's larger screen, nothing rude, a few pictures had the shoulder straps pulled down and the lace around the cups of my basque were on show but that was as rude as it got. When Peter walked out into the cool night air almost every member of the crew were standing out there demanding to see the photographs, Johnny took his laptop out and placed it on the picnic table under our awning and left them to it while he took me inside and stripped me naked and fucked me, as he stabbed his cock into my cunt really hard he said, "Did you want to go further with Peter?"

I gasped through a powerful orgasm and nodded my head and that spurred Johnny to fuck me even harder.

After the fucking Johnny left me in bed and went out to talk to Peter and pack away his laptop, "Were the gang disappointed?"

"God no, I've forced them to look at a million pictures of sunrises, sunsets, deserts and rocks, they all loved looking at the photographs of Vicky, especially the ones showing the top of her bra!"

"She wasn't wearing a bra, she was wearing a basque!"

"Wish I'd have known that, do you think she would have let me photograph her in just her basque?"

"I'll ask her next time she poses for you but perhaps a swimming costume for the next modelling session, a little less provocative than lingerie."

Peter nodded his agreement and then Peter started to 'Suggest' that as Monday would be their first real day's prospecting they should have an early night so that they could get the drill rigs towed out into the field as quickly as possible. I woke at eight o'clock, the space at my side was empty and cold, I pulled my dressing gown on and walked out into the compound, the thing that woke me was the sound and vibration of the heavy lift crane arriving and pulling into the compound in front of our mobile home.

Tony was out of his truck and was guiding the crane into position, showing the crane driver where to place each container. It took less than an hour to lift all five containers off of their trailers and to get the empty trailers hooked back up with the tractor unit. Tony sent the crane back to town after a coffee and he came over to me sitting reading under the shade of my awning. "Well Mrs C, time for me to head over to the zinc mines at Yuendumu and pick up two hundred tons of zinc for the docks at Darwin, I probably won't be back this way for a few weeks, if I do get to come back will I be welcome?"

"I'm sure there will be a spare condom for you the next time you come through this way Tony!"

We kissed and Tony drove south to pick up the road from Alice Springs to Yuendumu, he could use the dirt tracks to head west from our local town because his truck was empty, if he had been pulling two hundred tons from our compound he would have had to go all the way into Alice Springs, stick to the slightly better road until he hit the black-top.

Cookie had provided sandwiches for lunch for the crew so that was what we had too, Cookie and his assistant had spent the morning washing clothes and towels from all of us, well, all apart from Johnny and me, I had mentioned using the washing machine as soon as Cookie was finished with it to wash for my husband and me but I realised that it would take us a month to build up a load big enough to make up a load for washing and far more clothes than we'd taken with us. I spent the afternoon putting laundry marks into every stitch of clothing we'd taken with us, well apart from what Johnny was wearing at that moment out in the field.

It was a long day for the crew, they worked close to fourteen hours, getting set up and starting to sink the shafts that would take the sensor bars. I was able to follow things through the radio, drilling rig number one was down ten feet, it was hard rock and heavy going, rig number two was closer to twenty feet and it was a lot softer ground under it, the other three were all somewhere between one and two. The good thing was that they could have rig number two free to move back to the compound by Friday to start on the blast shaft.

There was very little going on until Thursday, two trucks pulled into our yard asking if we could spare a little diesel, I offered them a coffee and the chance to take a shower if they wanted too, "We'd heard from the Pizza man that you guys were very hospitable out here to us poor long distance truckers. Cookie came over and asked if they were going to stop for a meal and they both looked at each other, "Well, we could make our stopover here, we've only got forty minutes of driving time left."

Cookie looked at his watch, "Well, in forty minutes you won't even make town, dinner will be ready in just over an hour, you may as well make use of our facilities and you can ask the boss if you can have some diesel oil for your trucks."

Johnny was surprised to see two tractor-trailer units sitting on the apron at the side of our mobile home when he turned up. The two drivers were Dunk and Bruce, well, it seemed to me that most Australian workers in the outback were called Bruce, whatever their real manes were. After dinner Johnny and I moved to the little table outside our trailer under the awning even though the sun had set long before we had started dinner. "I think that Tony might have mentioned what he and I had done on Saturday! Dunk and Bruce were both keen to stress that Pizza Boy had told them that we were very 'Hospitable' here at the NAME compound."

"Do you fancy either of them?"

Dunk looks like a monster of a man, looks like he spends most of his time lifting weights but Bruce looks a bit of a weasel, not sure if I'd like playing with him."

Our conversation was cut short by Bruce and Dunk coming over with four beers, Bruce was engaging Johnny in conversation while Dunk talked to me. Dunk's shorts were very baggy and as he spoke, sitting directly opposite me he began opening and closing his legs, it took a few minutes to spot it but suddenly I realised that Dunk's cockhead was almost popping out down the leg of his shorts. Once Dunk was sure that I was looking up the leg of his shorts he stopped opening and closing his legs and started to flex one of his lower muscles so that his cock rose and fell. I caught the smile cross Dunk's face in my peripheral vision as my eyes locked onto his cock head and twitched slightly keeping pace with the rise and fall of his cock.

The crew all filed past wishing us all a good night, it wasn't much past nine thirty but everyone had an early start in the morning and an overly long day, it was Friday and they all really wanted all five sensor shafts to be at one hundred feet deep before the weekend even if the blast shaft wasn't finished so they could all go off and get drunk with a clear conscience on Saturday.

We were soon all alone sitting outside our trailer, Bruce looked up at the awning light, there was about a thousand mosquitoes buzzing around the light, "We should get under cover before those buggers remember they're hungry and start looking for supper!"

Johnny looked over at me and smiled at the fact that my eyes were fixed on the open leg-hole of Dunk's shorts, "Well, we could all move into the living room, close the doors and blinds and they'll have to go looking for their meal someplace else. I could crack another round of beer if you guys are allowed another tonight and still drive in the morning!"

Bruce jumped in with, "Sure, one more won't hurt, especially if we get a little exercise before we go to bed." Bruce winked at Dunk or me, I wasn't sure which of us was the intended recipient. Johnny handed round three bottles of beer, "You not having one with us Johnno?"

"Sadly not, I, like the rest of the crew have to be up before dawn to have breakfast and get out on the drill sites, we're a bit stuck until our other two utes turn up."

Bruce looked at me and then at Dunk, "Well, if you've got to head off to bed perhaps Dunk and I'd better head off too!"

"No, you don't have to do that, Vicky would love to chat a little longer, she'd rather not go to bed this early, the longer she can lie in in the morning the less bored she'll be by dinner time when we all get back."

Johnny kissed me good night and shook Dunk's and Bruce's hands. From my seat I watched as he took a sheet and two pillows into the number two bedroom, he made another trip from our bedroom, a pile of towels and the box with seven condoms still in it. He nodded his head from down the corridor and blew me a kiss. Fortunately I was the only one in the living room that was looking down towards the bedroom.

Bruce waited until Johnny closed our bedroom door before he looked over his shoulder, he could see the closed master bedroom door and he could also see the light spilling out of the second bedroom, he took a big swallow from his bottle and jabbed his elbow into Dunk's ribs. Dunk responded by taking a swallow from his bottle and I took a huge swallow from my bottle of beer.

"So, Vicky, how long have you been playing with strangers?"

The question took me by surprise, I stammered out a, "Only five weeks, I put on a little show for one guy five weeks ago, gave him hand relief, you know, not much to talk about and then last weekend I met Tony, I assume he told you all about me at some point during the week."

Bruce and Dunk both grinned at me and nodded their heads. "So, how many men have you had sex with during your life so far Vicky?"

"Just Johnny and Tony so far!"

"And now here we are, why don't you just stand up a minute for me Vicky love?"

I lifted up and Bruce followed me to my feet, he pulled my dress off over my head and Dunk pulled my knickers down, Bruce had my bra off a second after my knickers were pulled down,

"Do we do it here of in the bedroom Vicky and I assume that me and Dunk will need rubbers, where are they darling."

I walked down the passageway to the second bedroom holding Bruce's hand and Dunk following after us. We didn't close the bedroom door behind us, I was expecting to see the opened box of condoms on the bedside cabinet but I was wrong, the box was nowhere in sight but there was a little pile of seven condoms waiting there for us. Dunk was naked in a flash and he picked me up like I was a ragdoll, as my body twisted in the air I saw Bruce, naked and rolling a condom onto his cock, I seemed to drop towards the bed in slow motion, Bruce was already moving in as I hit the mattress. I sank into the springs and began to bounce back up but was stopped by Bruce's body covering mine; his cock was all the way in my body before I stopped moving.

Bruce was like an energiser bunny plugged into the mains. I'd never felt a man move so fast in my life, his cock felt like a vibrator rather than a cock it was moving so fast and then Dunk's cock moved in close to my face, I thought he was going to break my jaw his cock was so big and he was fucking my face so hard. With the speed that Bruce was fucking me I had expected him to blow-off in one or two minutes but Bruce wasn't the first of the two of them to climax, Dunk exploded into my mouth first, so much spunk flowed from his balls that I couldn't swallow it all and it spurted down my nose and from around my lips Bruce seemed to shoot only after he was sure that Dunk was filling my throat.

I hadn't had my foreplay but at least Dunk and Bruce weren't going to shoot and run, I actually got fifteen minutes of...well, I could describe it as foreplay even though it was after sex. Both men spent fifteen minutes fondling and exploring my body while Dunk got his erection back, then Dunk rolled a condom down his cock, he was so big that the condom ran out of latex before he ran out of cock. I was rolled onto my back and Dunk had to force his way into my body, I hadn't felt such pain since my first sexual experience.

Dunk fucked me slowly and languidly, I hadn't spotted the time that we'd walked into the bedroom together but it was now eleven o'clock. Bruce pushed his cock into my mouth, after the size of Dunk's cock in my mouth it felt like a child was screwing my mouth. Because Bruce had used a condom a few minutes earlier it tasted disgustingly of latex but I just put up with it and let Bruce fuck my mouth. At eleven thirty Bruce pulled his cock from my mouth, "Okay Dunk, time to roll her over!"

Bruce stepped away for a moment and as Dunk rolled over on to his back I spotted Bruce rolling a condom down his cock, Bruce had such a small cock that if he had wanted to he could have fitted his balls into the latex sheath as well as his cock. Bruce knelt on the bed and pushed my knees into a position that could only be described as 'Jockey in race position!' and it was only when I felt Bruce spitting between my arse cheeks that I realised what he was about to do, Dunk pulled my mouth down onto his before I could complain and tell Bruce to stop and by the time our kiss was broken it was too late, the energiser bunny was up my arse.

I'd never felt anything like it, two cock's fucking me at the same time, Dunk's cock stretching my cunt way beyond anything I'd felt in my life before and then the cock that was little fatter than my index finger up my bum and both working together in my body to turn the pain of insertion into pleasure.

It was after midnight when the two men filled their latex in unison. We had another rest together, hugging and kissing for thirty minutes and then Bruce pulled me and pushed me into place so he could fuck me in the doggy position, starting in my cunt but then transitioning into my arse quite quickly because Dunk had stretched me so wide open that Bruce could hardly feel my sheath around his cock. This time, even though I realised that Bruce was lining up on my arse hole I didn't complain, I just repositioned myself slightly so that I could suck life back into Dunk's cock while Bruce fucked my arse.

Bruce filled his third condom at one thirty in the morning and I'd given Dunk another hard cock so I rolled the condom down on to Dunk's cock and as Bruce slipped out of my arse I clambered up onto Dunk's lap and I fucked him, not long and languid strokes but frenetically, a little less speed than Bruce used but close and fast enough to finish Dunk off by two o'clock in the morning.

There was just one condom left on the bedside table when I guided Dunk out of the bedroom, I was still totally naked but Bruce and Dunk had both dressed. I took them to the back door, kissed them both goodbye and locked the door before returning to the second bedroom. I'd need to strip the bed and turn the mattress but that would wait until the morning. I turned the light out and crept into my bedroom and slipped as quietly as I could so as not to disturb Johnny.

As soon as my head hit the pillow Johnny scooped me into his arms and snuggled into my back, "How was it?"

"Mind blowing, sorry I woke you up."

"That's okay; did I hear both of them fucking you at the same time at one point?"

"Yes."

"Did it hurt much?"

"No, fortunately Bruce went behind, I think it would have killed me if Dunk had tried to get in back there."

I felt Johnny's hand behind me, he was rubbing his cock against my bottom, "I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a woman in that hole but daren't ask you before,"

I pulled myself away slightly, pulled my pillow down the bed and put it under my hips before rolling onto it, face down with my knees pulled up either side of my ribs, "Want to try it now if you're not too tired?"

Johnny rolled onto my back, he plugged his cock into my arse easily, he muttered how tight I was a half a dozen times before he splashed down. Feeling spunk shooting into my bowels from behind was really different and made the whole anal act much better than it had been with Bruce, mind you, Johnny being so much bigger than Bruce made a difference to the feeling as well.

It had taken Johnny less than five minutes to cum in my bum and we both went to sleep wrapped in each other's arms. I slept until ten o'clock. I had to strip both beds, the spare bed was stained from sweaty bodies but that was all, my own bed was filthy because Johnny had filled my bum and all of that had leaked out in the night and really messed the bed badly. I pulled both mattresses off of the beds and stood them both in front of open windows to dry out.

I took the sheets and pillow cases as well as some of our dirty clothing over to the back of the kitchen to toss them all into the massive washing machine. I'd just walked back through to the mess tent, Cookie had poured me a coffee, my preferred breakfast in the Australian heat when the delivery lorry from town pulled across in front of the kitchen. The driver handed me a pile of mail, one of the tasks I'd taken over was as camp mail boy. I sorted through the post and walked the contents to the various trailers. There was a package from a mail order catalogue that was addressed to Peter Wycraft so I left that in Peter's mobile home.

I got onto my lounger under the awning at the side of my trailer and went to sleep until Cookie woke me at twelve-thirty with sandwiches and coffee for my lunch. I could see my sheets like huge flags out on the drying lines, I apologised to Cookie, "I was going to deal with all of that Cookie, I'm sorry I fell asleep."

"No problem Mrs. C. Only took me and the lad a few minutes to hang it all out, I think he enjoyed getting his hands on your lingerie if I'm honest with you."

"I'm not going to have to rewash any of my knickers am I?"

"No, I think he borrowed the little silk pair but he'll wash them again before he sneaks them back in your laundry pile."

Some of the crew returned early from the field, their shafts dug and would now wait until Monday morning before they had to start to assemble the sensor rods as they lowered them down into the shafts. Peter turned up at five o'clock, he went to his trailer and then returned to me with the unopened package, "This is actually for you, Johnno suggested our next photo session should be a swimwear shot so I ordered a few things from Bright Life for you to model for me."

I ripped open the package; there were three separate outfits inside the wrapper, a French-cut one piece swimsuit made of shiny silver Lycra, the leg holes were very high cut and the front very low. The second outfit was a bikini, little and black this time and the third was a full lingerie set including stockings.

"Johnno suggested the one piece for the next photo session but there's no harm in planning ahead is there!" Peter said with a lecherous grin on his face.

At dinner Johnny said that Peter wasn't going to town for a drinking session on Saturday, "He wants to spend the day out in the desert with you photographing you in that new swimming costume he bought for you."

A shiver ran through my body, okay, there was no intention to let Peter fuck me but I had discovered that showing my body off was almost as much fun as actually fucking sometimes. The other thing that was strange was knowing that my husband would see those pictures, metaphorically seeing my body through another man's eyes and then there was the rest of the crew, they had quietly flicked through several hundred photographs of me in a thin cotton dress with very little on display, how would they react to seeing me in a skimpy swimsuit.

Peter drove six of the crew into town in his Holden, the Ford and the Toyota followed in convoy with seven men in each, Mike Patterson was a very happy little drill rig operator, he was rostered to stay in camp on that Saturday to act as guard, everyone had to take it in turns to babysit the equipment, it was a condition of the insurance on the compound that at least one person was there at all times of the day or night. Mike was on the back of the Toyota because Johnny had volunteered to look after the camp that day.

Johnny watched as I got ready for Peter's photo session, I put the swimsuit on and Johnny pointed out that the crotch of the swimsuit was narrower than my usual knickers and there were signs of ginger bush poking out of both sides so I had to re-do my bikini line and while I was cutting new lines I ran the beard trimmer over the rest to flatten it down to a smooth sword, a little like a ginger billiards table. Johnny watched as I did my hair, making suggestions as to the style he thought suited me the best and then he made me use stronger colours for my makeup, encouraging me to use more liner around my eyes, more mascara and deeper colours on my eye shadow, blusher and lipstick. It was quite a kick to have my husband prepare me for another man to photograph.

I was ready, wearing the one piece swimsuit and a thin cotton dress over it; I looked quite conservative as I wandered around the camp waiting for Peter to get back from town. I'd expected Peter to take me back out into the desert the way he had the week before but he didn't. Peter asked Johnny if he minded Peter using the camp compound as the photographic studio. And of course Johnny didn't mind one little bit.

Peter took me out onto the drilling rig that was set up in place to drill the explosives hole. I posed in my dress for a hundred photographs whilst clambering all over the drilling rig and then I took my dress off and posed draped over the rig in various places. Peter dragged a tungsten drill head over the edge of the platform and had me pose all around it, the final picture in that series had me pressing my crotch against the massive drill head, then Peter had an idea, he knocked the head off of the drill shaft and he had me press against the drill shaft so that it looked like the fist-sized drill head was actually inside my cunt, he took several pictures like that and then he said, "What about pulling the crotch of your swimsuit to one side so it looks like the drill shaft is in your pussy?"

I looked over at Johnny; he looked like he was working on a large map on a picnic table at the side of the drill rig, he looked thoughtful for a moment and then he nodded his head. I pulled the gusset of my swimsuit to one side and then acted as if I was being fucked by the drilling rig. Peter, probably mindful of having to show the photographs to Johnny afterwards was very careful that my pussy didn't actually show on the photographs, my hip bone covering the critical point of interest.

At twelve o'clock Johnny called an end to filming and called Peter and me to the mess tent, Johnny had cooked up bacon and eggs for us for lunch. We sat in the mess tent eating, I was still in the swimsuit, Peter asked if he could have me for another hour but in the bikini this time. Johnny followed me into our trailer, he didn't give me a chance to get as far as the bed room or to take off the swimsuit, he just pulled the gusset to one side and fucked me bent over the back of our sofa. Johnny pumped about a gallon of spunk up my cunt, "That will be leaking out for the best part of an hour; it'll show up on the gusset of the bikini bottoms."

Johnny grinned at me and passed me a towel to clean up the worst of the semen running from my body and then he turned up with a brand new, large sponge, he cut it in half and then roughly rounded the corners off before forcing it all the way up inside my body to stem the flow of his spunk.

I changed into the bikini and this time Peter had me posing on various items of furniture around the compound, laying back on one of the dining tables, sitting on a dining chair the wrong way round so that my labia were slightly on display either side of the gusset of my bikini bottoms. I posed in the kitchen, in the office, in and on Peter's Holden and out at the back of the cookhouse hanging washing on the washing line.

The light began to fade and Peter was ready to carry on but using his flash gun but Johnny called a halt, Peter downloaded three thousand photographs into Johnny's laptop from the five hour long photographic session and then Peter went back to his own trailer to empty his camera into his own computer, Johnny and I were in our bedroom looking through the masses of photographs of me when we noticed Peter in his living room, Johnny closed his screen so our bed room was in total darkness, Peter was looking through the pictures of me as well and suddenly I realised that he was masturbating while looking at photographs of me and Johnny was behind me with his cock entering my back passageway slowly.

I watched Peter splash his spunk all over his belly as Johnny filled my bum with his spunk. How I wished we had a bathtub rather than just a shower, I would have loved to soak in the bath for an hour while Johnny's spunk found its various paths out of my body.

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