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Written: 04 December 2018

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Shopping at 'Parisian Talonneur'

by Isabella Shopping at 'Parisian Talonneur' by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, m/F, MM/F, Oral, Public Sex, Underage Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Infidelity

It had been longer than I could remember since my husband had visited my bedroom for a night of passion...sorry, ten minutes of pleasure. Saint Valentine's Day was approaching, if we didn't have sex all year we did it on Saint Valentine's Day. I'd booked the restaurant before Christmas to make sure of a table and my in-laws had agreed to have the kids for the evening so I was all set...all I needed now was a new dress, suitable lingerie and a nighty that was guaranteed to ignite a fire in Johnny's belly and passion in his heart.

I caught the bus into Wellingborough instead of driving in because of parking problems in the small town centre, there was a shop in the town's Market Place called 'Parisian Talonneur', that was just short of a sex shop, not far short though.

As I walked across the market, devoid of stalls because it wasn't a market day, I spotted four young men, they were all students from my son's school, I checked my watch, I'd arrived in town at exactly twelve o'clock, not the best time for shopping but that bus would give me two hours in town before the return bus back to my village. When I realised that one of the boys was Kevin Ball, my son's best friend at school, I was glad that Peter wasn't with the group as it would have meant that he was breaking school rules, being out at lunch time. I was sure that Kevin should have been in school for lunch too but he was someone else's problem!

Kevin spotted me instantly and he drew his friends' attention to me as I walked towards 'Parisian Talonneur', the clothes shop I'd been heading for. I spent thirty minutes walking around the shop, collecting samples in my size to try on so I could get a feeling for what I'd look like for my date with my husband in a few days time. When I got to the changing room I realised that I must have been extremely sexually frustrated after so long without sex, the clothes I'd picked out were so extreme that even a whore would have thought twice about wearing them.

Part of me wanted to dump the lot on the returns rack and make a more sensible selection from the shelves but then I changed my mind. There had to be a reason that Johnny hadn't visited me in my bed for a year so I decided to try the clothes on to see if I could still carry them off.

When I turned around to close the curtains across the changing room entrance, I noticed Kevin Ball by the stockings rack; he was stroking the sample stockings, feeling the different grades or deniers of stockings, especially the lace patterning on the thigh bands of the hold-ups. I closed the curtains over and met the usual problem with small fashion shops; the curtains were never big enough to cover the whole of the opening. I set the curtains so that the gap was on the left of the opening and limited my floor area to the right hand side of the cubicle.

I took my blouse off, my skirt and my tights; I stood looking at myself in my old, boring white knickers and bra. I'd brought in a lingerie set, if I opened the package in the changing room, I'd have to buy them, even if I didn't like them...just for hygiene's sake.

I stood in just my bra and knickers looking at the bra through the wrapping...I was sure that it would look stunning on so I pulled at the...what was that...I thought I saw a flash of movement in the mirror, I checked, I was looking out of the gap in the curtains reflected in the mirror, all I could see was the fire exit to the left of the changing rooms, I must have imagined the flash of movement. I pulled the seal open on the top of the lingerie package. I felt the lace in the bright scarlet bra, knickers and suspender belt for the first time. In the package and in the pictures, the lace had looked very stiff and starchy but when I got my hands on it in the flesh so to speak, it felt like candyfloss.

I unfastened my bra and dropped it onto the bench seat before putting the new bra on. I saw movement again in the reflection in the mirror, this time I caught more of the reflection, I had my back to the curtain so in my mind I was okay but of course; I was facing the full length mirror. The image I caught in the mirror was of burgundy serge, burgundy with gold trim. Burgundy was the colour of the blazers at my son's school and prefects had gold piping sewn around all the seams. Kevin Ball was a prefect for my son's year, of the four boys I'd seen in the market place, Kevin was the only one wearing a blazer with gold piping.

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I should have stopped getting changed if I'd had any sense but when I looked in the mirror again there was no one there. I pushed my knickers down and stepped out of them, there was another flash, this time, not a flash of burgundy serge, it was a flash of light, my eyes flicked to the mirror and I saw an arm, a hand and an iPhone pointing into the changing room.

Kevin didn't jump out of my view this time; he just stood hidden by the curtain with just his forearm, hand and phone showing around the edge of the curtain.

I suddenly got a flash of inspiration or a moment of clarity, he'd photographed my reflection in the mirror, a photograph of me standing there wearing just a very sexy bra and nothing else. I let my eyes drop to my lower abdomen, at least I looked reasonable...because I knew I would be trying lingerie on I'd shaved my legs, trimmed my pubic mound and cleaned the brash off of my labia...there was no point in my blowing my top at the boy, he'd already snapped me and probably filed the picture on the cloud.

I shook the new knickers and then stepped in them, pulling them into position. I looked at the reflection in the mirror again, my own reflection as well as the arm, a hand and a mobile phone pointing at me, there was another flash of light from the phone, Kevin had snapped another photograph of me but this time, at least my pussy was covered.

I stepped into the suspender belt, pushed the suspenders down inside the knickers and then smoothed the black stockings I'd chosen onto my legs, I'd picked out five denier stockings with reinforced heel and toe as well as a thick black seam running up the backs. The stockings were so sheer that I couldn't actually feel them against my legs once they warmed to my body heat.

There was another flash. I fought the urge to turn around and look into the phone's lens.

I put the dress on over my new sexy lingerie, the dress was the same colour as the lingerie, it was tight and far too short for me...well, far too short for Johnny rather than me...my husband would be uncomfortable going out with me wearing a dress that was so short. He'd also be uncomfortable with the material of this little scarlet dress; it was an open lace Lycra dress, up close I could see the lingerie set underneath but because the colours were exactly the same, from a distance it would all look like one garment. I'd picked the dress up from the section of the shop that was reserved for playsuits or bedroom wear so probably not intended for wearing outside.

I'd been looking at myself all over in the mirror. I kept seeing Kevin looking through the gap in the curtains. I took an executive decision, I needed to see what the dress would look like in heels, even if I wasn't planning on buying the dress, and the shop had a selection of fantasy footwear to select from.

I headed for the main shop, I asked Kevin to excuse me because he was blocking my exit from the changing cubicle. Kevin followed me through the shop, I saw his three friends hanging around the knickers, they were holding up thongs and laughing at them. I was quickly joined by the sales assistant, asking if there was anything he could do fo me.

"Do you have the scarlet six inch stilettos in a five and a half?"

He went to the store room, leaving me standing in front of shoes and boots that could only be described as 'Fetish shoes'. Kevin was just a few feet away from me watching every move I made. The salesman returned with two boxes of shoes, "I took the liberty of bringing five inch stilettos as well as the six inch ones you asked for...I think you'll find the slightly lower heel will help you wear the shoes for longer..." he looked all around to make sure that no one else was listening from the company, "...and the five inch heels are twenty pounds cheaper because there's less engineering built into them."

I tried the six inch heels on, walked up and down in front of the mirror, careful not to stray off of the carpeted area.

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My toes were cramped because my weight was being transferred through the shoe to them, it was like a ballet dancer being on point, the shoes were heavy and after a few steps I could feel a pulling on my hamstrings, I could also feel pressure on the backs of my knees and lower back. I could see that it would be very fatiguing to walk or try to dance in those shoes. The effect on my body though...that may well have been worth all the discomfort. I could see that my legs had a better shape than I'd ever seen before, my bottom kind of stuck out a little at the back but it looked more pert and my breasts stuck out more in front and looked bigger and more shapely. I suddenly felt a dampness between my legs, I was so turned on that my body was 'Juicing up'.

I stepped into the slightly lower shoes, the shoes were lighter, my toes not so cramped, there was less pressure on my hamstrings and lower back but my legs, bum and tits all looked the same as they looked in the higher shoes.

I thanked the sales assistant and handed the shoes back, "Now all I need to do is chose between the scarlet, the blue or the black dress before I chose the shoes to go with it."

I returned to the changing room with Kevin a few steps behind; his three friends had passed through the bra displays and were closer to the changing room now. I checked the time, my voyeur would have to return to school shortly...

I was planning on trying the black dress on next but changed my mind; I stripped myself down to just my stockings and suspender belt with Kevin watching every move I made. I was almost dancing to a tune playing in my head as I looked at my reflection in the mirror; I danced away from the mirror until I felt the curtain against my back. I felt something else as well, Kevin's hand...

Kevin reached around the curtain and his hand pressed against my ribs on my left side, he slipped his hand up to my breast and he lifted the weight of it, slipping his hand under my breast until he could grip my erect nipple between his finger and thumb and he rolled it as he pinched.

There was a jostle; Kevin's friends were trying to see what Kevin was doing with his arm so far in the changing cubicle. Kevin was now in the cubicle with me and three faces were now watching what Kevin was doing to me in the mirror's reflection. Now that Kevin was in the room with me he turned me slightly and pushed me up against the right hand wall, his lips crushed mine and his right hand stroked down my body, his knee forced between mine to open my legs and he rammed two fingers up my cunt.

I was looking into the eyes of the three boys watching Kevin finger fucking me as I rocketed through a massive orgasm. Kevin let go of my breast and his left hand fumbled between our bodies as he took me to greater heights of pleasure. His fingers left my cunt to be replaced by his cock; he was trying to push his cock up me in place of his fingers. I managed to come to my senses and stop the boy fucking me; I managed to lift his cockhead away from my vaginal opening and stood it up against my pussy mound and pressed it against my neatly trimmed bush.

"Kevin...we've got to go or we'll be late for school."

The voice was from one of the other boys watching Kevin trying to fuck me. Kevin suddenly started humping between my hand and my pussy mound, he must have decided that any climax was better than fighting to get his cock up me and having to leave unsatisfied. Kevin took just thirty seconds to spurt against my stomach. The four boys ran from the shop, leaving me naked and with semen dripping down from my belly over my bush.

I wiped myself on my old knickers and dressed again in the scarlet knickers and bra, this time I pulled the black dress on, the scarlet lingerie really glowed through the black lace dress, Johnny would really get a surprise if he saw me dressed like this. I walked back to the shoe section and tried on black five inch heels, the sales assistant asked me if the boy that had been following me around the store was my son.

I shook my head, "I think he was in the shop when I came in, I thought that the boys were with another customer."

"I think they followed you in from the market place, I would have sent them packing if I'd known that they weren't with you...I'm sorry that I allowed them to bother you..."

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"They were just boys being boys...I have a son of my own that's the same age as them, same school too I think...I'm sure he's no angel either."

My phone rang, I excused myself to run back to the changing cubicle and took the call. It was Johnny telling me that he was going to be stuck in Scotland for a few more days.

"What about Saint Valentine's Day...I've booked a table and everything!"

His lame reply was that we'd just have to have a late celebration meal next week.

I took the black dress off but kept the lingerie set on under my old dress. I took the three dresses back to the sales assistant and paid for the lingerie set that I was still wearing. I apologised for taking so much of his time up for such a small purchase.

"It has been my pleasure to serve you madam...cum again any time!"

The smile on his face showed me that the double entendre was meant. He even rushed from the counter to open the shop door for me.

I was mightily frustrated, it had been a year since my pipes were last cleaned out by my husband, the climax I'd just had on the fingers of a school boy, although very nice wasn't anything like a good fucking from an adult man's cock. I caught an earlier bus home, I was lucky that the driver was in a good mood, the earlier bus was an express service and I only had a return ticket for the rural bus.

The bus was almost empty, I saw three men already on the bus, one at the front left hand side who was talking to the driver, another about half way down on the right and the third was sitting on the back seat on the left. I would have usually picked the closest free seat to the front of the bus but that would have been the seat behind the driver and I would have been in the chat zone of the man talking to the driver and I didn't feel like listening to inane chatter...not as frustrated as I was at that moment.

I walked a few rows back and then looked at the man I'd be sitting close to, he looked as miserable as I felt, I scanned the face of the man on the back seat, he was looking down the bus at me and had a grin on his face. Now...they say that misery loves company but I didn't want to add to the feeling of depression in the middle of the bus so I walked to the back row of seats and took the seat on the right of the bus.

The man greeted me like an old friend entering his house rather than a total stranger sitting opposite him on a bus.

"Do you go all the way?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you go all the way to Milton Keynes?"

I shook my head, "Just as far as Emberton."

"Oh...lovely, you live in Emberton...a lovely little village."

I shook my head again, "I get off at Emberton and then walk to Weston Underwood."

"Weston Underwood sounds idyllic."

Because he was talking to me I turned sideways a little, resting my back against the side window and turning my knees to the left. He smiled at me, "I see you living in a little cottage with roses around the front door."

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When I first sat down I noticed that his eyes flashed from my face to my breasts and back to my face as a rotational thing. I realised that the scarlet of my bra was showing under the light material of my dress...I had chosen white underwear when I left home so that it wouldn't clash with my dress but now, with my new scarlet bra it could be seen faintly through the front of my dress. When I turned sideways on to him I spotted that my breasts were dropped from his eyes rotational route, now it was my stocking clad knees to my face and back again.

My inner frustrations whispered in my ear, 'Make his day, give him a little flash!'

I shook my head, he looked back to my face and as I said, "Not really, it's a seven bedroom monstrosity of a house." I parted my knees, just to give him a flash up as high as the dark thigh band of my stockings.

His face split into a 'Cheshire Cat' grin and he moved two seats to the left.

"I go all the way...whenever I can."

His grin widened...another double entendre. He was now sitting just one seat away from me on the long back seat.

The little devil voice in my head made me blurt out, "You must need plenty of protection if you go all the way so often!"

He opened his jacket and reached into the inside pocket, he pulled a small box into view, "I'm fully protected!"

I read the word 'Durex' across the top of the box...we'd moved out of double entendre and into solid meaning. I bit the inside of my cheek to try and stop me over reacting to seeing his box of condoms; I turned to face the front and closed my knees. I thought that my closing the door as it were might cool things down a little but it didn't, he just slipped one more seat to his right and settled down in the seat right next to mine.

I was starting to regret my experiment of flirting with my fellow passenger. He raised his right arm and draped it over the back of my seat; his fingers curled around my shoulder and pulled my upper body away from the window and against his ribs. He sat like that as he talked to me, just a string of jokes and off colour comments before he moved his left hand, his fingertips against my right cheek, turning my face towards his. He kissed me, just a quick peck to gauge my reaction and when I didn't slap his face or scream out loud his lips crushed into mine harder, harder and longer.

Once he was happy that I wasn't going to pull my mouth away from his, his fingers left my cheek, dropped to my collar bone and then stroked down over my right breast. His hand stopped there palpating my breast for twenty seconds before rubbing down over my ribs to my right thigh. He felt for my suspender snaps through the thin cotton of my dress and then he rubbed down to my knee, slipping off of my dress about six inches away from my knee. He gave my leg a gentle squeeze just above my knee before starting the return journey up my thigh but this time, under the hem of my dress...rather than on top of the material.

I found myself opening my thighs as his fingertips slipped off of my stocking and on to the bare flesh above. The bus engine started up at that moment and the doors closed. I pulled my lips off of his and looked down the bus, there was still just the five of us passengers and the driver on the bus. Because it was the express bus it would make very few stops on its way to Milton Keynes. The first stop would be Little Irchester, on a good day with little traffic that should take less than ten minutes and that would be the first time anyone might leave or get on the bus...today wasn't a good day and not a good time on a bad day...people going back to work after lunch were causing a congestion issue.

His fingers were easing the gusset of my knickers to one side before we'd managed to get out of the town centre and I was climaxing under his fingers as we crossed under the A45 with the Milton Road bus stop in Little Irchester in sight. There was no one waiting for the bus at Milton Road so our driver didn't even slow down.

The second stop would be at Wollaston, again on a good day it would take around ten minutes to get from Little Irchester to Wollaston but as we passed the last house in Little Irchester, we were stopped in a traffic queue for road works that were way away beyond Wollaston...this would be no ten minute trip to Wollaston. I was just thinking that I might have made a mistake taking the express bus...in thirty minutes my usual bus would be leaving Wellingborough but it wouldn't be travelling along the A509 with its heavy traffic and road works, it hopped along the back roads from village to village and would probably beat the express bus to my village.

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His lips left mine and he told me to ease up out of my seat. I stood up with my hips pressing against the back of the seat in front of mine. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he slipped over into my seat. He opened his trousers and flopped his cock into view. Not the longest cock I'd ever seen...if anything it was an inch shorter than my husband's cock but where it might win out was in its thickness. His cock was twice as fat as my husband's.

I watched as he rolled a condom down his cock, he held the condom in place with one hand while lifting the back of my dress with the other.

He whispered, "Sit on my cock baby."

'Last chance to cut and run girl...'

I slowly lowered myself down onto his cock. Kevin had knocked at my front door thirty minutes ago after finger fucking me and the man behind me had just masturbated me for ten minutes so I was well juiced up and even though his cock was the thickest I'd felt in my cunt I slipped down its length easily.

As soon as my labia reached his root...the widest part of his cock by his balls...I went a little crazy and bounced up and down on his cock hard. He pushed me up to stop my speedy action, "Slow down...you'll make me cum too fast."

I slowed down and just fucked him at a leisurely pace and as I fucked him he slipped both hands up under my dress, he took one breast in each hand and lifted my bra up over the top to get fill access to my tits. We fucked all the way to Wollaston. He climaxed as the bus turned left into Cobbs Lane and stopped. There were three passengers waiting at the bus stop, a temporary stop to prevent the bus causing a hold up in the road works. The bus didn't usually leave the main road but because of the road works the bus company had diverted the route slightly.

Two women got on the bus and sat behind the driver two rows from the front of the bus, I was still sitting on his cock, he'd filled his condom but his cock hadn't actually deflated, it was still standing proudly in my cunt. The third passenger was a man, he held a discussion about his ticket before walking down the bus and taking the seat that the man fucking me had been sitting in when I got on the bus.

He gave us a casual glance; my sitting on the man's knee must have looked suspicious. He smiled over at us and said "Hi...the bus is very late today!"

I was still coming down from my orgasmic high and the man fucking me was still rubbing my tits under my dress. Because his hands were under my dress the sides of my dress were higher than my hips and the new passenger looked over and down, he could clearly see my knickers and stocking tops.

I was looking at him, worried that he might report what he could see to the driver. At first he looked confused until the man under me lifted me slightly and dropped me back onto his cock. The new passenger must have seen the flash of pink latex encasing the cock slipping back into my body. The look of confusion changed through realisation and then to lust.

"Having fun Missus?"

I smiled...typical man...I thought to myself...opportunist!

"Any chance of a share?"

My partner moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "Shall I give him a condom or would you prefer to give him a blow-job?"

The whisper wasn't quiet enough to go unheard on the other end of the back seat. The look of lust changed to a bright and happy smile. He opened his trousers and pulled his cock out and I was pushed sideways. My body ended up across the aisle seat, I was on my knees on the bench seat with the new man's cock on my mouth and the old man in my cunt. If the driver looked over his shoulder he would have been left in no doubt exactly what we were doing at the back of his bus.

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We drove along Cobbs Lane and turned right into High Street. Because of all the shops on the High Street, lots of people could see into the back of the bus as it crawled along the High Street slowly. Even though my face was buried in a stranger's crotch as I sucked his cock, if I lifted my eyes, I could see people in shops looking into the bus. There was every chance that they saw nothing of what I was doing and what was being done to me on the back seat of the bus. Mind you, if they saw what I was doing, there would be no way that they would recognise who I was.

We turned left into London Road and after a few yards London Road took a sharp bend to the right. After about a mile London Road joined the A509 again, to the right was the Strixton turn and I could see the road works that had held up the traffic for so long. The detour had probably saved more than forty minutes of queuing at the road works and because of the hold up the bus was able to turn straight out onto the main road.

The next stop would be Bozeat village if there were passengers to get on or off the bus and I actually brought the second man off with my mouth just before the signs marking the village boundary and as he gasped through his orgasm my man filled his condom for the second time.

We didn't stop at Bozeat so there were just two stops before mine, Warrington and Olney and then my stop in Emberton village. I had just ten minutes to compose myself before I had to stagger down the bus on unsteady legs. I passed the two women and they stood up behind me, they were getting off at my stop as well.

"Just look at her...I'm telling you that she was fucking those two men on the back seat and she's a mother of three young kids too!"

I took a deep breath, I didn't recognise them but they obviously recognised me.

"No wonder her Johnny is carrying on with that tart from Glebe Farm whenever her husband's out of town!"

My ears pricked up at that comment...I knew the tart of whom they spoke...the tart at Glebe Farm was Johnny's brother Paul's wife Angela.

As soon as the bus stopped I was off like a cork out of a champagne bottle and I never looked back.

I ran all the way home and fired up my PC, I entered the farm's cloud to check Paul's diary, he was at a livestock auction in Wales, he was selling six long horn cattle that were ideally suited to life on the Welsh hills. Two full days had been blocked out of his calendar for Friday and Saturday and today's page said that he was free until three o'clock. And at three o'clock the entry said that he was meeting the vet to get a transport certificate to move the cattle.

I would usually ring Johnny on his mobile phone if I needed him but I picked up the phone and called the hotel in Aberdeen that he'd booked into.

"Hello, could you put me through to room two-one-six please?"

"I'm sorry madam, that room is vacant at the moment."

"Oh, I thought my husband was in that room, Jonathan Clarke...what room is he in please?"

"Mr Clarke checked out this morning madam...is there anything else I can kelp you with this afternoon?"

"No...thanks...nothing else thank you."

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I heard the front door open, the school bus had obviously changed its route too, Sarah, Dawn and Peter were never home this early usually.

Because I was in the study instead of the kitchen where I would usually be I heard some of the conversation that would usually be hidden from me.

"How can you go to Uncle Peter's party with Brian...mum might let you but dad definitely wouldn't."

"You're forgetting that Uncle Paul's party is on Saint Valentine's Day and we're always packed off to Grandpa Ron's house so mum and dad can party together and Grandpa won't stop me going and he won't tell mum or dad either."

The kids stamped up tp their bedroom like a heard of elephants...in the study you could be forgiven for thinking that they were thirty kids and not just three.

I went to the kitchen and started dinner. Sarah was the first one changed and down stairs, she wandered into the kitchen to get her milk and cookies before dinner. Three glasses of milk and three side plates of cookies were sitting on the side waiting for the kids to get down.

"Any plans for the weekend Sarah?"

She stopped mid dunk of her cookie, "What do you mean...I'm going to Grandpa and Grandma's house for the weekend aren't I?"

"Not this year...your father's stuck in Scotland until Monday probably so you don't have to go over to the farm this year."

Sarah looked devastated.

"So, I'll ask you again, what plans have you got for the weekend?"

"I was hoping to go to Uncle Peter's party."

"Who with?"

"Brian."

"Brian Goodwin from your class at school?"

Sarah blushed, "No...not that Brian...Brian Clarke asked me to go with him."

"Your Cousin Brian?"

Sarah nodded her head.

"Your nineteen year old first Cousin Brian?"

Sarah's blush deepened, it wasn't just her face that was red now, the heat had spread down her neck and over her upper chest as she nodded her head again.

"Okay...just remember that it would be very dangerous to risk pregnancy by your first cousin...I'll get you some condoms tomorrow just so that you're safe if he hasn't bothered to get any."

Sarah gasped..."Mum...I'm only fifteen years old!"

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"Are you telling me that you're still a virgin?"

Dawn walked through the kitchen door at that point, she heard my question about Sarah's virginity and turned on her heels and headed back out of the kitchen.

Sarah had stopped breathing, I could hear the gears in her head grinding as she tried to give me an indignant answer, she suddenly deflated and shook her head, "No, I'm not still a virgin!"

"So, I'll get you a box of condoms and you make sure that Brian uses one when he screws you. Now take Dawn her glass of milk and her cookies for me...she needs her snack after school."

I cooked dinner and we all ate in the dining room. I sent them all to their bedrooms to do their homework and while they were busy working at their books, I slipped out, I drove out onto the A509 to the petrol station, they had a small shop that sold bread and milk, newspapers and tinned food...they also had a good range of condoms, I bought a box of ten condoms for Sarah and then I bought another box, the same size for me.

I took a circuitous route home via Glebe farm, Johnny's car was hidden behind a barn at the back of the farm. I parked next to it and walked around to the back door of the farm. I'd guessed that Peter would have taken his dog with him but even if he hadn't, it wouldn't have barked at me, he knew my smell too well.

As I'd expected, the back door was unlocked, I opened it carefully so as to not make a sound, I needn't have bothered though, the sounds of sex from above would have drowned out any sound I could have made.

I walked up the stairs and opened the master bedroom door. The master bedroom was empty, Johnny and Angela were fucking in the spare bedroom. I pushed the partly open door open all the way and stood there watching Johnny and Angela fucking very enthusiastically.

I cleared my throat and they froze mid thrust, "I brought you some condoms over...I'm sure that Peter doesn't want to bring up one of your children!"

Panic hit Johnny, he jumped off of Angela's body and I offered him a condom but he suddenly didn't seem to need one as his erection had shrunk to the size of a clitoris. He was apologising profusely but I stopped him, "I'm not angry darling, just disappointed because it's obvious that Angela is having more fun out of my marriage than I am. So don't bother apologising, just be home in time to take me to our planned Saint Valentine's Day dinner tomorrow, you don't have to come to my bedroom after dinner, you can come back here to fuck Angela."

I thought about it for a moment, "No, that's not fair on Angela...I'll ring the restaurant, see if they can fit a third person at our table, that way Angela can enjoy a nice meal before she has to put up with you in bed after."

I left two people totally speechless.

6,117 Words.

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