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Published : 17 April 2020

Already seen After a Typical Saturday, click here to read Part 1, Typical Saturday or here to read Part 3, Later on Sunday or here to read Part 4, Monday Morning or here to read Part 5, Monday Afternoon or here to read Part 6, Tuesday or here to read Part 7, Tuesday Night

After a Typical Saturday
by Isabella Story Code: M/F, M/f, Oral, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

I was on edge for the rest of the day, when John brought Sarah home from her dance classes I couldn't stop myself blushing when he arrived home and when he came to me for our usual kiss I actually turned my head away from him so he ended up kissing my cheek instead of kissing me on my lips. Sarah was exhausted from an hour of dance training with only a fifteen minute break in the middle so she sat on the chair next to Dawn to rest and eat a snack.

I compared the two girls, Sarah was two years older and was an inch taller but Dawn had larger, more shapely breasts...Dawn was far more voluptuous and while Sarah wore a bra but didn't need one, Dawn didn't wear one even though she definitely needed one. Anyone coming across the girls for the first time would have put Dawn as the older of the two girls.

I was treading on eggshells for the rest of the day in case I gave something away...for the first time in my life I'd allowed a total stranger to have casual sex with me. I'd been faithful to my husband since we married almost twenty years earlier, I'd never even wondered what it would be like to have sex with another man. I wouldn't say that sex with Paul had been fulfilling in any way but the experience had been unbelievable.

I couldn't really understand what had made me be so reckless today...I couldn't explain why I'd just stood there and watched Dawn suck Paul's cock...not just that but she'd done it for money...and not only did she suck his cock but she let Paul fuck her throat hard, took his cock in her mouth deeper than I believed I'd be able to and she'd swallowed every drop, she didn't spit his spunk out of her mouth as I would have done if I'd sucked John's cock to his orgasm.

I called the kids to dinner and as Dawn walked in there was a definite swish to her tail that hadn't been there before she met with Paul...or was it meeting Kyle and Gavin, having them both pay her fifty pence each to look at her pussy. It could have been that because I'd noticed that after flashing her pussy as the boys had paid for, Dawn happily pulled her dress over her head to flash her tits at them as well and it was after flashing her whole body that Dawn had gone off with Paul to suck his cock for twenty pounds.

During dinner I realised that Dawn was actually flirting with her younger brother as well as flirting with her father...causing great confusion in both men or rather man and boy...the kids didn't really fight with each other, they tried to live as separately as they could while stuck in the same house. Dawn actually helped Peter, she even volunteered to wash the pots and not the usual, 'I'll wash if Sarah dries and Peter puts the pots away.'

John had a standing Saturday appointment at the pub to play darts. I didn't usually go with him, I hated pubs, hated darts, hated the boisterous atmosphere in the pub when men competed with each other.

I guess I felt guilty about committing adultery with Paul earlier because I asked John if he'd like me to go with him to the pub, John pulled me into his arms and insisted on kissing me on the lips, "You'd hate it darling and the guys are already depressed enough, they wouldn't want to see you there if you were being miserable."

"Do you think the guys really need a lift?"

"They do...the spark seems to have died in the village in the last few weeks."

"What if I dress up for you, you know...my best slinky dress...paint my face...do my hair and promise to smile throughout the match."

"Would you do that for me?"

"You said last week that you'd been two games up in the competition but you lost last week because the team had no focus."

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"Yes, last week they only had a lack of focus, this week they're all so down that they'll probably get walked over and we'll end the competition in a draw and if that happens they'll have to go to the number of individual games won or lost and we've lost more individual games than our leading competitor so the trophy will be snatched from us on the last match if we can't pull ourselves together!"

So, in an effort to make amends to my husband for betraying him earlier, I showered and made myself look a million dollars to accompany him to the pub, leaving the kids with strict instructions to be in bed by ten o'clock at the latest and a warning that the neighbours on both side of our house were keeping an eye on them, any issues and they'd phone the pub to tell us.

I hadn't worn the dress since before Sarah was born, it was definitely out of style for today...or was it...it was actually so old that it could well be back at the height of fashion any year now. Micro short, garish pattern and wild colours, the dress had a high neck, almost a choker collar with a long zip that went from the neck to the bottom hem and the zipper's pull was very decorous, tooled silver coloured pendant that looked really heavy but was in reality very lightweight. I couldn't wear tights or stockings under the dress...well, I could have worn dancers tights but I didn't have any in my size and Sarah's tights would have been too small for me...much like the dress if I were being realistic with myself.

I started to walk down the stairs, just as John stepped out of the living room, he looked up at me and gave me a wolf whistle, "Very sexy darling...it's a good thing you won't have to walk down the stairs in the pub dressed like that...I see you kept your 'Granny knickers' on though!"

I stopped myself saying not kept on, that would be the kind of slip-up that could have got me caught out. When I first got up I'd put bikini-brief knickers on, white cotton ones, John had seen me putting them on as he was getting dressed but fortunately for me he hadn't remembered exactly which knickers I'd put on because I'd left them on the path from the park to the tennis club.

I reached John and he kissed me, "I can see your panty line through the dress, it looks like you have one of those 'Slave' chains around your waist!"

I looked at myself in the hallway mirror, "You're right, this dress is too tight, I've got to go and change!"

"No time for that, just change your knickers."

I shrugged my shoulders, "The only clean knickers I have at the moment are all the same as these."

"Pity...hey, you know that Dawn often tries to go to school without any knickers on...you always spot it and make her put some on..."

He left the comment hanging, "You suggesting that I go to the pub commando in a dress this short?"

John didn't answer that, all he said was, "You aren't wearing a bra under the dress..." and he raised his eyebrows and grinned at me like a loon!

I pulled the door to the living room closed behind John and pulled my knickers off, "Just remember...if I get into an embarrassing situation...you asked me to take my knickers off."

John took my hand as soon as we left the house and held it all the way to the pub...not totally unheard of but John wasn't usually demonstrative in public, he even kissed me before we entered the pub.

There was something really wrong, usually on a Saturday night the volume level in the bar felt like a wave hitting you on the beach but not today, there wasn't even any music playing on the juke-box...it sounded like someone had swapped the pub for the library it was so quiet. So quiet in fact that I overheard a whispered conversation while John was signing in with the scorer and collecting our drinks.

"That's her I think...Gavin recons that her youngest daughter is getting ready to take over from the woman at North Cottage!"

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"Christina you mean?"

I looked over my shoulder, the two men discussing my daughter were players for the other team, visitors from the town just a few fields away from our little village. One of the two men was nodding his head at the other.

John called over to me and pointed at a table at the other end of the bar I went over to him but not before I heard..."Looking at the way her mum is dressed, do you think the daughter is just following in her mother's footsteps?"

I chuckled as I walked to John's chosen table and thought, 'If only they knew!'

I was the only woman in the pub, well, with the exception of the barmaid but she never set foot out from behind the bar. It took a few minutes for things to warm up and when the game got started men started flirting with me and they seemed to perk up no end because I was there. Dominic Purvis won the final match of the game that meant our pub won the game by one match, and in doing so, won the league trophy for the year.

Men were jumping up and down all around the bar...well, half the men were at any rate. Our visitors weren't so happy. At least a few of the village men were lifted emotionally for a few minutes.

Dominic was grinning at John, "Well John...when I was lagging behind in that final match you told me that if I could pull a win out of the bag..."

"I know...I know what I said to you, it was just my attempt to give you something to play for!"

Dominic gave John a superior look and gestured with his head towards me. John had the look of a man who had the wind knocked out of his sails as he walked slowly back to our table.

"Looks like it's time to go baby!"

"Why darling?"

"Well, stupidly I told Dominic that if he won he could have a kiss with you...I'm sorry darling but Dom was one hundred points behind when I made the offer...I never dreamed that he'd win the game, we'd better go before he starts taking the piss out of me!"

"You can't go yet, your team won, you'll be expected to celebrate for at least an hour!"

"But I can't stay...you don't understand, Dominic will milk this situation in front of the whole village!"

"There's an easy answer..."

"What's that?"

"I'll just have to let Dominic kiss me."

"But he's old and ugly!"

"I'd better kiss him in the dark then so I can't see his face."

"Would you really let Dominic kiss you?"

"It's only a kiss, it isn't like I'll be doing anything behind your back is it...look, I'll go out the back and wait in the yard, you send Dominic out to collect his kiss...how long should I give him...you know...to kiss me?"

"Ten minutes...no, five minutes...forget that...just one kiss and no more than fifteen minutes!"

I tousled John's hair, kissed him on his cheek and left the pub by the back door to wait in the dark outside.

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I realised that the yard at the back of the pub wasn't as dark as I'd thought it would be, the windows from the bar and the smoke room lit that small area so I moved further away, I went out into the unlit car park at the side of the pub and that's where Dominic caught up with me.

"I was sure that John would chicken out and drag you off home as soon as the match ended...I'm really surprised that he actually asked you to let me kiss you...even more surprised that you didn't just slap his face and storm off."

I was grabbed, Dominic was sixty years old but he had been a farmer all of his life and when he grabbed me I knew I'd been grabbed, he had a vice-like grip and he really mashed his mouth against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I felt his right hand slip onto my left breast through my dress, his hands felt massive, it felt like he could totally encompass my left breast in his hand.

As Dominic made free with my tit he pulled his lips away from mine and said, "Do you like to suck John's cock?"

I shook my head but if course Dominic couldn't see that so I had to say, "I don't really like sucking him, he goes a little berserk and hurts me a bit and I hate the taste!"

As I was saying that Dominic was pulling the zipper down on my dress, all the way to my belly-button. He slipped his right hand inside my dress and mauled my tit...I have to say that I was starting to wonder if Dominic ever had sex in his life before this because he certainly wasn't acting like he'd ever been with a woman before. He bent his knees and started to kiss my breasts, biting at my nipples as I looked all around to make sure that no one was heading home, especially not the visiting team, they all had cars in the car park and Dominic and I would have been totally exposed if anyone had turned a car's headlights on in that car park.

I actually got a shiver...something akin to a mini orgasm from having my breasts eaten so hard and then I said, "Dominic...when was the last time you were with a woman?" I knew that Dominic wasn't married, he'd been single for as long as I'd lived in the village.

He pulled his mouth off of my tit, " Christina North, the day before she left town, now play with my cock for me please!"

I went to pull his fly down but he'd beat me to it, his cock was already out and as his hands had been busy since he grabbed me, he must have took his cock out as he walked through the pub's yard. He was rampant if disappointingly small. I started to rub his cock for him as his hand slipped down my ribs towards my pussy before I stopped him in his tracks. Kissing him was okay, playing with his cock was okay as well, even having him eating my tits was okay but I didn't want to commit adultery twice in one day!

I started rubbing his cock with my right hand, it was awkward because we were so close, in the end he pushed his cock and my fist against my belly, his cock was now above the point that he'd pulled my zip down to so as he pushed into my fist his cockhead was rubbing against my bare belly. Dominic had his right hand on my left tit and his left hand pulling my face into his kissing me hard. I actually had to stop his hand going down for my pussy three times during our kiss and then suddenly out of the blue...or should that be the black, a voice called out, "You out here Dominic...The Bishop's Mitre team are getting ready to leave and Ben Clarke sent me to find you, he wants to thank them for the game."

The voice had come from Alan Purvis, Dominic's younger brother, he was standing just two feet away from us, so close that I could almost feel his breath on my cheek as he called out and having his younger brother so close behind him had kick-started Dominic's orgasm, all over my belly and my right hand. Dominic pulled his mouth away from mine and he said, "Coming Alan!"

Dominic turned on his heels and walked towards his brother and the pub's yard. I hadn't taken my shoulder bag out with me so I didn't have any tissues to clean myself up, all I could do was try to wipe my stomach as best as I could with my right hand which was difficult as my right hand was already soaking wet with his spunk. It was really difficult to zip the front of my dress up with one hand so I gave up once the zip was high enough to cover my breasts.

I looked towards the path to the pub's back yard, I didn't want to follow Alan and Dominic into the pub through the back door so I walked through the car park to the road and went in through the front door, I did manage to shake a little of the spunk off of my hand as I walked through the car park but my right hand was still wet as I entered the bar so I clenched my fist and hid it behind my back as I walked through the bar. John was standing by his cousin Ben in front of the dart board until he saw me enter and then he met me at our table. I slipped my left hand into my shoulder bag as surreptitiously as I could to grab a tissue to wipe my right hand. John had spotted the movement and he smiled at me.

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John leaned in to whisper in my ear and stopped, he pulled the left side of my collar open and looked at my neck and whispered, "Looks like Dominic bit your neck all the way to your collarbone...was it okay out there?"

I nodded my head as John kissed my neck. Dominic hadn't actually bitten my neck or my collarbone, all that damage was down to my meeting with Paul Gamble that morning. I'd spotted all the bite marks earlier and had covered them with concealer and put my only posh dress with a high neckline on to try and hide my indiscretions of earlier in the day. Fumbling with Dominic in the car park must have rubbed all the concealer off of the bite marks so John had assumed that all the damage was done by Dominic.

Someone was standing at the side of our table, the captain of the Bishop's Mitre team cleared his throat. John stopped nuzzling my neck and looked up, he was still holding the neck of my dress open so the man standing at the side of our table had a perfect view down into my dress and could see all of my left breast, he grinned at what he could see and he offered John his hand, "Thanks for the game mate..." he looked around the room and then back at my exposed breast and whispered, "If you'd offered me the same prize that you offered the guy I was playing...the outcome of that game would have been very different!"

He leaned over John and kissed my cheek, "Pleasure to have met you my dear...hopefully I'll see more of you in the future!"

John watched the Bishop's Mitre team's players leaving the bar before looking back at me, John looked at my left breast, he was still holding the neck of my dress open but now he let it go so that it fell back over my breast. "I was talking to Garry earlier..."

I butted in with, "Garry who?"

"Garry...erm, don't know his last name, Bishop's Mitre's number three player, he was asking me if I knew where Christina North had moved to. I told him that I didn't know Christina but he didn't believe me...apparently all the Bishop's Mitre team players visit North Cottage all the time and he thought all of our players did too..." John leaned in a little closer to whisper in my ear again, "...Gary told me that a young girl in the village is looking to take over from Christina, he's been asking all the local boys if they have any idea who the local girl could be because him and his mates want to get back into it as soon as possible."

Well, I had an idea who the young girl looking to step into Christina's shoes might be but I didn't fancy breaking that news to my husband.

We heard the noise out in the car park as the Bishop's Mitre team players all drove home. The rest of our team were still drinking when John pulled me out of my seat and towards the back door into the pub's back yard...Dominic smiled at me as John pulled me past him.

John stopped in the yard, turned and kissed me passionately.

"Is this where Dominic kissed you?"

I shook my head, and then looked around at all the windows throwing light out into the back yard, "It was too light here and people could see me through the windows so I went out into the car park."

"Show me!"

I took John's hand and pulled him along the path and out into the car park.

"This is where I brought him for the kiss."

John kissed me, he was very excited as he kissed me, "Did Dominic want to fuck you?"

I nodded my head and remembered from earlier, John wouldn't be able to see me in the dark so I said, "he did but I stopped him."

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"Why did you stop him?"

"Because you gave Dominic a kiss as a prize for winning the match...not a fuck!"

"So, what diid you do with him?"

I took John's left hand and put it on the pull for my zipper and using John's hand I pulled my zipper down to my bellybutton and opened my dress, then I pulled John's mouth down to my left breast, "I let him do this to me!"

John kissed and nibbled at my nipple and with his mouth still down at my breast he said excitedly, "Is that all you did?"

I pulled John's head back up to kiss me on my lips and undid his zipper, I pulled his cock out of his pants and started rubbing him and then as we kissed I stepped in closer and rubbed the head of John's cock against my stomach as I rubbed his cock with my right hand.

"You let Dominic do all this and still didn't let him fuck you? It's a pity you didn't let him, it would have cheered him up no end to have fucked a woman, he's been miserable for weeks now!"

There was a bark and a sudden shaft of light from the direction of the road, "Rex...here boy!"

John moved quickly to cover my exposed body with his before the beam of light hit us. I hid behind my husband, zipped the front of my dress up and then quickly put his cock back into his trousers before zipping him closed as well.

We walked down towards the man with the torch, John exchanged a few words with him while I fussed Rex and then we walked towards home...well almost...at the end of the road with our pub on it, we should have turned left but John pulled me to the right, towards the park. John pulled me to the right again, the park gates would be locked after dark but the tennis club gates never closed. John pulled me down the side of the tennis court and along the wider path into the park, he pulled me to a stop at the exact spot that Paul and Dawn had stood while Dawn gave Paul a blow job and where I'd allowed Paul to fuck me with a condom on.

John kissed me again and pulled my zip down, not to my bellybutton this time, he pulled it all the way open, pushing the sides of my dress behind my back. John was like an eager puppy trying to mount someone's ankle. The trouble was that John was so much taller than me that he couldn't actually manage to line his cock up with my cunt while we were standing up. I obviously knew how we could make it work...I'd done it with Paul Gamble just a few hours earlier in that exact spot...All I needed to do was to turn my back on John and bend forward slightly and John would have got easy access to my body.

I stopped John humping his cock against the hairs covering my pussy mound...I was just about to turn my back on him but then I changed my mind. All through our married life John would beg me to suck his cock but he always got too excited if I did and he always hurt the back of my throat so I was generally reluctant to do it for him.

"We're never going to make it work this way...would you like me to suck you instead?"

John's gasp said it all and I slid down into a squat. I took his cock in my mouth and as soon as his cock was in my mouth he started to fuck into my face. I gagged and coughed...'Dawn did Paul so easily, Paul's cock was exactly the same length as John's so how come it was so easy for her?' POSITION! screamed out in my head.

I kept my mouth on John's cock. Dawn had her legs straight and her forehead was against Paul's abdomen, that must have formed a straight line between Paul's root and her throat...so I straightened my own legs and pressed my head against John's abdomen. There was a popping sound that I could actually hear inside my head as John's cock jumped the last inch into my throat and he went a little crazy for a minute, firing his seed directly into my throat.

I didn't need to spit his foul tasting seed from my mouth for the first time as he injected it directly into my stomach...the first time I got the bad taste was as his cock shrank, leaving my throat and dribbling the remnants of his juice onto my tongue.

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I kissed the head of his cock and stood up to receive another kiss from my husband...he was enthusing about what I'd just done for him, the fact that I'd offered to suck him and the fact that I'd managed to take him all the way in, managed to swallow every drop of his seed without spitting his spunk out, "I doubt that Christina North could have given a man a better blow job than that...no matter how much they paid her!"

John popped his dick back into his trousers and zipped up, I pulled my dress from behind my back and struggled to get the little bar at the bottom of the zip into the slider mechanism in the dark when John stopped me. He pulled my dress behind my back again and guided me down the path towards the road. John was getting all excited all over again as I walked at his side almost totally naked down the path to the road.

We stopped two feet short of the road and John let go of my dress so that I could zip it closed again. I heard a whine and turned my back on the road as I struggled to fasten the zip closed. John said, "Hello again Rex, still dragging your owner around the village in the dark?"

While I was struggling to close my dress John had a little chat with the man, "Isn't it hard walking Rex around the village like this in the dark?"

"I used to walk across the fields to Giles Farm...you'd be surprised at what kinds of things you could get to see over there...but that was last month, that walk is a lot less fun these days...I miss it." And then he laughed.

I finally managed to close the zip and turned back to face the road. I wished Rex and his owner a good night and I got a "It's made me happy to see so much of you this evening Victoria!" as we walked away from him and I could hear him chuckling as he walked.

"John...do you think he saw how I was dressed when we reached the gates?"

"I think so, he was really close to the gate when we got there, I think Rex was taking a piss against the gate post."

We walked along the village roads with our arms wrapped around each other, giggling like a couple of kids.

When we got home it was close to midnight and we went straight to bed, John went into our bedroom while I checked on the kids. Sarah and Dawn shared a bedroom, they had twin beds but as usual when I looked in, there were two heads on one pillow...as usual, Dawn had slipped into her sisters bed with her and they were spooning, Dawn behind Sarah.

I closed their bedroom door and then moved on to Peter's room, no head on his pillow, he was upside down on his bed, a torch in his hand and his sleeping head on a football magazine. I turned his torch off, pulled the magazine out from under his head and covered his body as best as I could...no point in disturbing him too much just to make him sleep conventionally in his bed, so I just made him warm and closed his door as well.

I crossed the passageway to our bedroom, stepped into the room, John said, "Kids okay?"

I looked over at him, I saw bare shoulders, my eyes flicked to the chair in the corner of the bedroom, John's pyjamas were neatly folded on the seat of the chair, and under his pyjamas was my nighty, neatly folded and under his pyjamas instead of under my pillow, where I'd left them when I got dressed this morning.

I went to turn the lights off but John cleared his throat, "Erm...could we leave the lights on a little please?"

'So...playtime isn't over just yet then?' flashed through my brain.

I took my dress off and threw it towards the pyjama chair...I only missed by inches, my dress slammed into the corner of the room and slid down the wall to the floor.

I climbed into bed with John and he traced his fingers down the line of bite marks...in the last hour, the bite marks that Dominic had placed all over my left breast has started to develop into small purple circles.

"Bloody hell, Dominic's an animal...isn't he?"

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I was agreeing with John as he placed his mouth over the largest bite mark on my left collarbone and he started sucking and biting right on top of it. He pulled his mouth away and said, "Is that how he did it?"

I nodded my head, John kicked the duvet down the bed, exposing us both fully and then he rolled on top of me. John fucked me hard for well over an hour...a record for him...but then he didn't usually fuck me twice in one session. We actually fell asleep with John still lying on top of me and the light still on at around two am.

The bedroom door burst open and Dawn rushed in, "Mum, the milkman is at...the...front...door!"

John rolled off of my body and suddenly realised that he was naked and our fourteen year old daughter was looking at him. Usually Dawn would have run a mile in that kind of situation but this morning, all she did was fight off the smile as she looked at her father squirming to hide his cock from her.

"Damned it, I forgot that it was the last Sunday of the month...what's the time?"

Dawn said, "It's eight o'clock!"

John asked me if I wanted him to go down and sort the milkman out.

"No, it's okay, he's an hour earlier than usual today!"

I pulled my dressing gown on, just a simple light cotton gown with a belt to hold it closed at the waist...I didn't usually wear it around the house, it lived on the back of my bedroom door...just in case of a fire or something and I needed to evacuate the house in the middle of the night and wouldn't have the time to dress properly.

I walked down the stairs to the front door, "Morning Alan...you're very early this morning!"

"Sorry Mrs Clarke...I usually stop off for a coffee at the house before yours on my route but no one seems to be living there any more!"

"I didn't know we had an empty house on our street!"

"No, not on this road, I don't deliver to many people here in the village, the house before yours is North Cottage."

I smiled to myself...'North Cottage seems to be popping up a lot and before yesterday you hardly ever heard the name!'

"So, you've missed out on your early morning cup of tea have you?"

Alan nodded his head.

"Well, I need to find my purse..." I turned my head and called out to Dawn who was in the kitchen, "...Dawn darling, put the kettle on please."

Alan offered me my pint of milk but I didn't take it, instead I gestured with my head, "Pop it through to the kitchen for me please Alan, I'll just find my purse and make you a cup of tea when the kettle boils."

I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, John was now covered by our duvet but still in bed.

"Have you seen my shoulder bag?"

"No...I don't think you had it when you came to bed last night!"

I suddenly remembered that I'd had to use both hands to sort Peter out last night so I must have put my shoulder bag down in his bedroom. I turned and crossed to Peter's bedroom, I knocked on the door but it wasn't latched closed so as I knocked the door swung open, Peter was whacking himself off on his bed while looking at a glossy magazine...he was gasping for breath and so had missed both my knock as well as his door swinging open.

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"Sorry darling, I just need my bag!"

Peter stopped mid spurt, his hand still holding his erection but no longer flashing up and down his cock but as soon as his eyes fixed on mine there was a massive fountain out of the little eye on the end of his cock.

I bent down and picked my shoulder bag up, "Sorry again darling but your door wasn't latched closed!"

I took a crafty look at the glossy magazine, expecting it to be a girly magazine, all tits and bum but I was wrong, it was actually a football magazine and my son was looking at the section devoted to women's football..so no exposed tits and bums but fit young women in football strips.

I was searching for my purse as I left Peter's room, I had a sudden thought as the sound of the hettle whistling in the kitchen reminded me that Alan was in the kitchen.

I popped my head in my bedroom, "I've offered Alan a cup of tea...he's early because he didn't get his hour with Christina and cup of tea this morning so I offered him a hot drink...should I get dressed first?"

"You'll need a shower before you can get dressed after what we got up to last night...you look just fine as you are!"

I nodded my head and ran back down the stairs, the kettle whistling its head off, Alan was sitting in the dining room talking to Dawn, he was sitting at the dining table and Dawn was standing at his side, as I walked in the kitchen Alan's hand dropped away from Dawn's hip. He had his arm around her waist and he was pulling her body against his.

"Tea or coffee Alan?"

"Tea please Mrs Clarke."

"Coffee for me please darling!"

John had just walked through the dining room door, I thought, 'It's a good thing that John didn't see the way Alan's arm was around our daughter's waist or he may have a better idea who the trainee whore was in our sleepy little village.

John sat opposite Alan while I made the tea and coffee, I could hear the conversation going on between them, Alan said, "I heard about last night's match John...I always thought pub darts were boring...I never realised that players could get such wonderful prizes!"

"Who were you talking to?"

"Garry Dorset from the Bishop's Mitre...he said that you offered the guy he was playing a little private time with Vicky if he beat Gerry...naturally, Gerry thought that it was a joke but he said that the guy won the match and took your wife out into the car park for half an hour...I'd play darts if it got me thirty minutes with your wife."

I carried the two cups into the dining room, I thought that I'd find John angry or upset but all I found was John grinning like a loon. He looked up at me and said, "Dorset...remember I told you about someone telling me about the young...John cleared his throat...I told you that his first name was Gerry but couldn't remember his last name, he's Gerry Dorset."

I smiled at the way John's mind worked and then I looked at the leering face of Alan the milkman, "So, what do we owe you this month Alan?"

He opened his ledger, "Twenty pounds this month Mrs 'C', you had half a pound of butter last weekend and a pint of double cream the week before."

I searched my purse for the money and leaned across the table to hand the money to him, as I leaned across the table I realised that my dressing gown had fallen open, exposing my left breast to Alan...John noticed the look on Alan's face and at where Alan's eyes were focussing before he chuckled and said, "I only offered Dominic a kiss with Vicky because we were desperate...the Bishop's Mitre team would have finished fifth in the league if they had beaten us and we would have ended second...so I needed to spur Dominic on to win his game and the match.

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Alan was touching the twenty pound note but wasn't in a hurry to take it from my hand...holding me bent over the table for as long as possible so that he could keep looking at my breast.

Alan said, "You know John...just between you and me...I've been known to do a little bartering in my time...you know, a little milk for some personal service, like the guy that cuts my hair, I give him twenty-five percent off of his monthly milk bill, the guy who washes my windows gets the same deal...the prize you gave to Dominic Purvis last night would be worth a month's milk bill!"

Alan actually let go of the money at that point and I stood upright again with the twenty pound note still in my hand.

I gave John a sideways look, he had a grin on his face as he pondered Alan's meaning.

"But it was dark last night when Vicky gave Dominic his KISS. It's broad daylight now!"

Alan looked from me to John, "I'm sure that you have some dark corner around here John!"

John looked over at me and then back to Alan, "Only the shed at the end of the garden...that's dark and out of the way!"

Now both men were looking at me, nothing was said but I got the picture and I put the money back into my purse, I bent down to kiss John and put my mouth right against his ear so that I could whisper, "What have you got planned darling?"

John smiled at me and then he kissed me again and he pushed me towards the kitchen as he said, "You'll find it in the top drawer by the kitchen sink darling!" and then he winked at me.

I opened the drawer, I knew exactly what was in there, John had put the stash of condoms that we'd been given when I went on the pill in that drawer. When a woman goes on the pill our local health department handed out thirty free condoms to keep the woman safe from pregnancy for the first month while the birth control pills took effect...John had only used four of those thirty condoms during that month...testament to how infrequently we usually had sex!

The condoms were in one large bag, I just took a handful and popped them in the pocket of my dressing gown and I headed down the garden towards the shed at the very bottom of the garden. I looked through the dining room window as I set off down the path, Alan was just finishing his cup of tea and was still chatting to John as I went down the steps thirty feet from the house. There was actually a lane at the back of our garden so it had a public right of way across it. The shed against the fence separating our garden from that lane had often been a target for thieves and vandals so John had actually emptied it a few years before...now all that was in the shed was a bench and a mountain of spiders webs.

I picked up the stiff bristled garden broom on my way to the disused shed. I was sixty feet from the house when I heard the back door close, I looked over my shoulder and saw Alan following me down the path.

I opened the shed's door and quickly swept the cobwebs away as much as I could, I was sweeping the workbench as Alan came up behind me. I was pushed into the shed and the door was closed behind us. Alan's mouth found mine and he almost ripped my dressing gown open. Alan tried to lift me but I stopped him, I opened his fly and rolled the condom down his cock as he kissed me...once I had him sheathed, I allowed Alan to lift, me, my bum eased up over the edge of the bench and I was drilled for fifteen minutes.

Alan's wrist watch burbled, "Fuck...John said I only had twenty minutes in the shed with you for the twenty quid...just a pound a minute...actually better value than a sex phone chat line."

Alan gave me a last kiss and he peeled the condom off of his cock, threw it on the floor before leaving the shed. John was right outside the door and as Alan stepped out, John stepped in. I was still perched on the edge of the work bench when John stepped in, he closed the door and then changed his mind and opened it again so that he could see me.

John eased his cock in me and then he spotted the condom on the floor, "Did he fill the condom?"

"No, he needed longer than twenty minutes!"

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"You should have told him to keep going!"

"You were the one who told him he only had twenty minutes...I wasn't in her for my own good, I was in here because you sent me here!"

John kissed me even harder and said, "I love you...Would it be weird if I put electricity in here and maybe pop a bed in as well...the kids are used to it being empty so they don't come near it. If I set it all up while they're at school, they'd never know!"

"You can't do anything like that, the shed will get hot in the day time and cold at night, if you put a bed in here it'll likely get mouldy and the electrics would probably blow from the damp."

"The shed is a ten by twelve footer, lots of room inside, I could knock up a false wall inside and insulate between the two walls...that should take care of any damp issues...if you take the kids out for a treat after church, I could get started on the project this afternoon."

"Why do you want to convert the shed into a love shack?"

"Well, I think we could do with a little private space where we could make as much noise during sex as we like without waking the kids!"

"Is that really all?"

"Well, that and there are so many men around the village going crazy because they have no outlet for sex...I thought that you might look kindly on a few of them...Alan's desperation gave me the idea."

"Desperation?"

"What else could you call it when a man actually asks a woman's husband if he can have sex with that wife, right out in the open like he did?"

"He asked you to have sex with me out in the open? I thought that he went around the bushes a little!"

"Well, he did but the intent was clear, and when I didn't rise to his first suggestion, he offered us a free month's worth of milk just to have a kiss from you!"

"A kiss? I thought that you wanted me to let him fuck me...that's why you told me to go to the top drawer by the sink?"

John smiled at me..."I did...I'm just getting used to a few new emotions...when I heard the noise that you were making in here, I wanted to rip the door open...not to stop him fucking you but to watch what he was doing to you!"

"You're forgetting the local thugs and vandals, if they think you have anything nice in here, they'll break in and if there's nothing to steal, they'll just smash everything up!"

"My dad has an old solid oak door at the back of his garage, I could fit that in place of the shed door and then screw the old shed door over it so that everything looks the same but there would be a higher security level in here!"

John filled my pussy and I hopped down off the bench. As I stepped out of the shed John laughed at me.

"What's so funny darling?"

"The black line on the back of your dressing gown, you'll have to wash it now, the first time you've warn it in ten years and you get it filthy!"

We returned to the house leaving the shed with it's used but unfulfilled condom on the floor. We were arm in arm as we walked along the garden back to the house and John said, "I was hoping that the condom had been full of Alan's MILK...I was going to empty it all over your tits!"

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I pushed John away from me and punched his arm playfully, "You dirty fucker!"

We went into the bathroom together even though Sarah and Peter were both in their bedrooms. We showered together for the first time in our lives, I gave John oral sex under the cascade of water...remembering about lining my throat up with his cock the way I had done the night before on the path to the tennis club.

Last night John had climaxed within seconds of his cockhead entering my throat because it was his first orgasm of the night but this time, he had only just fired off one salvo of semen so it took a whole lot longer to cum deep into my stomach. It took him so long that I'd gone way beyond the discomfort point to a place where having his cock trapped beyond my uvula felt unnaturally normal to me. I even think that the amount of sex that John had in the last two days had actually caused his cock to grow a little, the mushroom behind his cockhead had actually passed the constriction of my uvula's muscle and when he finally pulled out, there was a slight twang resounding in my head as the head of his cock rapidly widened my uvula again on the way out.

I was drying my hair and John was rooting around in my wardrobe, he surfaced with a white cocktail dress. Very short, very thin, the top of the dress was made of two oblongs of material that was pleated and sewn into the waistband of the skirting part of the dress. There was something like a small epaulette on the top of each shoulder that gathered the pleating as it ran over the tops of the shoulders. It formed a nice deep 'V' at the front and back of the dress...just perfect for a night on the tiles but not really the thing to wear to a small village church.

John said, "Would you wear this dress to the church for me please darling?"

The design of the dress meant that I couldn't wear a bra under it...I didn't mind though, I quite liked the freedom of not wearing a bra. John went from my wardrobe to my underwear drawer, he pulled out a dozen pairs of granny knickers.

"Is this really all you have?"

"Try the next drawer down, you bought me a pack of thongs about ten years ago...a Valentines Day present that you bought for yourself but gave to me...you never asked me to wear them though in all that time, so they are still in their cellophane packet!"

John smiled, "Cellophane...don't you mean plastic?"

"Really old...it felt like cellophane to me when I put it in that drawer!"

John pulled the packet out of the drawer, he looked at the fracturing packet crumbling in his fingers, "Cellophane!" he nodded his head, he tried to open the packet without making too much mess but he failed, the package fractured into a million pieces.

One red thong, one black thong and one white thong. I crossed my fingers hoping that John didn't want me to wear the black or red thongs as either one of them would show through my thin white dress.

John handed me the white thong, "Here, put these on, see if they fit you!"

I pulled the thong up my legs, they felt loose to me and I looked at John and shrugged my shoulders.

"I think that the sides of the thong should reach up higher...the label said 'French Cut Thong'."

I pulled the thin straps at the side of the thong up and over my hips and suddenly everything tightened up and felt great.

I pulled my dress on over my head and looked at myself in the mirror. I had to fan out the pleating over my breasts to make the dress look half decent. I could actually pull this look off in church. I could actually see the thong through my dress when I pulled the material against my body...white matched the dress but it was counter intuitive...I didn't need white knickers under the dress, I needed nude knickers, a colour closer to skin colour, it was better to look like no knickers at all than prove that I was wearing a thong!

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The kids were all dressed and looking smart by eleven o'clock, Peter gave me a strange look because of the way that I was dressed. We walked to the church as a family and, as usual, I sat with the kids while John helped the vicar get ready for the service.

While we were waiting for the service to start Dawn was moving around the congregation flirting with all the boys around her own age or older as well as most of the men...but not all of the men, I soon realised that Dawn was only flirting with the men who were usually very happy-go-lucky but, who had in recent weeks turned into miserable buggers! As soon as the organ 'Muzak' changed to the rousing religious kind of music, Dawn slithered into the pew at my side.

When the service actually started, John and Graham King walked in front of the vicar from the entrance to the church and down the central aisle of the nave. Graham and John were dressed in white surplices, carrying long poles with small gold crosses on the top. They would sit on the front two seats, one either side of the aisle while the vicar continued to the alter.

Graham took the first reading and John the second, then both men took the collection and the vicar, flanked by John and Graham walked through his congregation and through the outside door. All three men stood just outside the main door and waited so that the vicar could thank his flock for going, shaking men's hands, kissing women's cheeks, ruffling the kid's hair.

I stood at the end of the drive, watching everyone leaving the church...We'd gone through this ritual every Sunday for more years than I could remember...in the past, one or two men might say hi to me in passing but most would just walk straight past my little family group while waiting for John to finish his duties but today, most of the men that Dawn had flirted with earlier stopped and talked to me and Dawn. There were lots of veiled comments about the prize-giving at the darts match at the pub last night.

It seemed that most of the men that I assumed were using Christina North's services before she left the village were hanging around me and Dawn by the gate...John was looking in our direction as we stood there talking to eight men sniffing around us. I could tell from the look on John's face that he was enjoying the way that men were sniffing around me.

I watched a whispered conversation between John and Alan Purvis as the vicar was shaking the last few hands, then Alan Purvis marched down to me and said, "John was wondering if you'd like a lift into town for a KFC lunch and a trip to the cinema!"

"Are you going into town then Alan?"

Alan hid the grin that was fighting to cover his mouth, I could almost read his thoughts, 'I'll go to the end of the country to get the chance to sit next to you in a darkened cinema for two hours!'

John disappeared into the church to hang his surplice up and put the gold cross away and then joined us from the direction of the vestry's rear door. He draped his arm over Colin Cooper's shoulder and moved him a few feet away from our family group. There was a moderately long conversation and then Colin walked past my little family group and off towards his workshop. Colin was a recently divorced builder...or rather a carpenter and sheetrock installer. I wondered if John was arranging a little help with his shed project or even if he'd just been asking Colin for tips on how to alter the shed.

John hugged me into his side while eight men were standing in close. He whispered in my ear, "Sarah and Peter would like to go to the Vue multiplex after lunch, they would like to see 'Stargirl' in Screen five but Dawn would like to see 'Adventure Boyz' in screen six...I'm not sure which film you'd like to see but Alan Purvis is willing to drive you into town, the kids are old enough to be on their own if neither of those films float your boat, you can go into a different film if you like...I think there is an American 'XXX-Rated' film playing in the studio screen."

So, while John walked home alone, I went to Alan Purvis' car with him and the kids. As we approached the car Dawn said, "Shotgun! I'm not going if I have to sit in the back of the car with Sarah and Peter!"

That made me smile, Dawn had spent the night spooning with Sarah but she didn't want to sit in the back of a car with them. Then it dawned on me, Dawn hated the hump seat and there was always a fight over who sat by the door, Peter and Sarah always complaining that if they weren't close to the window it made them feel sick in the back of the car. So, even though I was the biggest of the four of us, I ended up in the hump seat in the back of the car.

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Alan drove reasonably fast between our village and Bedford, not the closest town to us, not the closest cinema either but the Vue was the cinema that had the American porn film showing!

It took us fifty minutes to drive to Kempston, the closest KFC to the cinema in Bedford. Alan paid for lunch and I paid for the five cinema tickets, two for 'Stargirl', one ticket for 'Adventure Boyz' and two tickets for...well, all we knew was that it was playing in 'The Studio', no name mentioned out in the cinema's foyer.

I walked with Peter and Sarah to screen five and then took Dawn to screen six, I looked into the auditorium ,just to be happy that it was mainly children in there. Screen six was packed to the rafters and as noisy as hell but it was ninety percent children in there. I told Dawn to behave herself and left her to find her seat.

As soon as the door to screen six closed, Alan grabbed my hand and pulled me to the studio. I'd expected the small screen to be packed just like the auditorium in screen six but rather than noisy kids, with a load of dirty old men but I was wrong, there was just one or two men dotted around the room...I was right about them being dirty old men though.

Alan pulled me to the back row and before I got the chance to sit down, Alan's hands were under my dress pulling my knickers down. I sat on the seat and found that Alan had pulled the back of my dress up so that my bum was directly against the rough, industrial material that the seat was made out of.

Alan kissed me just as the lights went down and within seconds I heard the seat on the other side of Alan being pushed down...I wondered if one of the men in the auditorium was gay and had come over to make a pass at Alan. The film started and a voice to the right of Alan said, "Mum, I couldn't stand the noise in screen six and the only seat that was free was right up close to the screen...it was Dawn, if it had been Sarah or Peter I would have taken them out but I'd already seen that Dawn was sexually active and had already migrated to men rather than just boys of her own age.

I realised that Alan was sitting with one hand up my dress and the other up Dawn's...Alan leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Would you mind if Dawn sucked my cock?"

I looked past him to Dawn and realised that she already had his trousers open and his cock was in her hand.

"If she's happy to do it...I'm okay with it!"

So there I was, watching a low class porn film...the kind that I could find a million times better...or worse depending on your point of view, on the internet, any day of the week. Alan was masturbating me while Dawn was sucking his cock. She didn't take him to completion but instead, she slid over to me and whispered in my ear, "Do you have a condom in your bag?"

I remembered moving a few condoms from the pocket of my dressing gown into my shoulder bag before I threw the gown into the wash earlier. I passed a condom over to Dawn and watched as she rolled it down Alan's cock. Dawn was looking into my eyes when she climbed up on the seat with Alan, she was facing him with one knee either side of his hips and lowered herself down onto his cock. Dawn fucked Alan slowly for the whole of the rest of the film and as she fucked him, the other men in the auditorium gravitated to the small area that we were sitting in, some to watch Dawn fucking Alan, some to touch her from behind as she worked on his cock and some to touch my body under my dress.

We got a few funny looks from the cinema's staff as we left the studio, fortunately the way Dawn looked, her body shape, the way she was dressed and her hair and makeup, she could pass for eighteen or nineteen years old. We gathered Sarah and Peter and Alan drove us home. We walked around the back of the house to the fragrance of freshly sawn pine and piles of saw dust on the patio up by the house. John was in the kitchen with Colin Cooper drinking coffee, John detailed the kids to various tasks around the house and then he came over to give me a kiss, as he kissed me he pressed a condom into my hand and said, "Why don't you let Colin show you what we've done to the old shed so far darling!"

I knew exactly what the secret gift of the condom meant and so I walked down to the shed with Colin. The door to the shed was wide open, Colin flicked a switch just inside the door and a light turned on high in the roof of the shed. The whole shed had been framed out and one side had insulation matting between the new frame and the wall of the shed, there had also been a bed frame made into one corner, it had two four inch thick legs, one at the foot of the bed and the other half way down the free side of the frame, the other side of the bed frame was screwed into the wall framing along the side of the shed and the head of the bed was screwed into the framing of the new back wall of the shed. Colin lifted a sheet of three quarter inch plywood and laid it on top of the bed frame.

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Colin sat on the plywood and gestured me to join him. I showed him the condom and he smiled at me, "Yes, John told me that I'd need to use a condom."

Colin took the condom off of me and then he pulled his trousers down. I looked towards the open door and spotted John just a few feet away from the open door. I thought, no wonder they've put the lights up before they've boarded it out and as John watched, I pulled my dress off over my head and Joined Colin on the plywood mattress.

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