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First Published: 22-Sep-2002

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Tracey part 3
by Rose Eastmann

I had spent the week travelling to Northampton, it took me almost three hours to get to work on the first morning and two hours to get home, that meant a thirteen hour day for me. I found the motorway terrifying the first time I drove on it and very intimidating, my Vauxhall Corsa being one of the smallest cars on the motorway. My plan to get on the motorway, get in the left most lane and stop there until I had driven the ten junctions worked well for me though.

I used a few lunch breaks that first week looking at bed and breakfast options, the hotel closest to the Northampton office, the hotel that everyone in the company that stopped over-night used was a basic hotel but charged one hundred pounds a night. The only advantage as far as I could see was that it was close enough to walk to work. On the first Thursday though I saw a large house around a half mile from work where I could get bed and breakfast for twenty-five pounds a night, with evening meal for thirty pounds, all of a sudden it made the 'break neck' drive seem pointless. I could stop Monday to Thursday for the price of one night at the large hotel. Friday evening was a major pain, the radio traffic news informed me that the queue of traffic went from junction fifteen to junction twenty-eight, it was ten pm when I got home that night and Harry was more than a little worried when I eventually got home.

I had spent so long during the week travelling and working that I had been too tired for sex all week and now I had started my period which didn't please Harry at all, it would be Tuesday the following week before Harry would want to have sex with me, he was definitely not one for 'messy sex'. I slept most of the day on Saturday and on Sunday I cooked a nice meal, I gave Harry hand and oral relief, it wasn't, after all, his fault that I was so tired from travelling and work.

Harry was in a little better mood after I relieved him and he asked if I would like to go to the Conservative Club for a drink. I declined; I knew that I would have to face the 'traffic from Hell' on Monday morning so I had decided to leave at five am to get a head start. Harry left me alone and went to the club anyway. My mobile phone rang; it was Dell.

"Everything okay with you?"

"Yes thanks Dell, how are you?"

"I'm a little bored, I waited until your old man left before I called is that okay?"

"Yes."

"Can I come over?"

"Where are you?"

"Across the road, on the footpath."

I put shoes on and left the house. I walked to Dell and he walked away from me until we were both out of sight of the houses, then he stopped and turned towards me, he kissed me tenderly and thanked me for coming out to him.

We walked along the path towards the clearing in the wood with the fallen tree, as Dell held the branch up I told him that I couldn't have sex with him as I was on my period. Dell and I kissed for a while, he pressed his erection against me each time our lips met to show me just what he could give me and he kept saying over and over again, "I really miss you!" I told Dell about my early start in the morning and he was very disappointed that we wouldn't be able to 'fool around' a little. I decided that I had given Harry relief and that I could do the same for Dell, he was very happy when I knelt before him on the pathway and gave him a blow-job.

I was in bed sleeping when Harry got home from the club and he was sleeping when I left for work. I was in the office by six-thirty, the motorway was so quiet at five in the morning that I was able to do eighty miles an hour all the way. I decided to use the two and a half hours of extra work I did on Monday morning as a way of leaving early on Friday.

Tuesday saw a horrific accident reported on the Motorway, I was already on the motorway when the first reports began to come through on the radio. I joined the motorway at junction fifteen and was stationary before junction 'fifteen-a'. The traffic didn't turn a wheel for thirty minutes, there was a powder blue Audi 'A-six' at the side of me, the driver, an African or Caribbean man, had wound down his passenger window and was trying to attract my attention. I was a little distracted by the sight of the temperature gauge rising into the red zone. I didn't understand the mechanics of the internal combustion engine but I had to assume that the red zone meant bad news rather than good.

A small object hit my window, it was a Pezz or a Tic-Tac, the driver of the Audi was desperate to attract my attention, I was stationary at the side of the marker indicating one hundred yards to the exit at junction fifteen-a.

"Hey, are you going past junction twenty-one?" The guy said as I wound down my window. "Yes up to twenty-five", I said.

"The accident is just before twenty-one, nothing can get past, we could be here for hours!"

I checked my watch, I had already been on the road for over an hour and I had travelled less than five miles. I nodded my head in agreement, he told me that he had 'Traffic Master' and he had two routes to Nottingham that were running slow but still open. I couldn't see what that information had to do with me though.

"If you pull into the hard shoulder for a hundred yards, I'll follow you, overtake you on the slip road and then you can follow me to junction twenty-two and the other side of the blockage".

I objected... being a new driver I didn't want to break the law.

"It'll be okay, we could be here another hour just getting that one hundred yards, and all the time the traffic going on the alternate routes is growing!"

I made a decision, I was beginning to overheat because I was sitting in the jam so I pulled into the hard shoulder and the powder blue Audi followed me. As I descended from the motorway towards the A43 the Audi passed me as if I were standing still. I worried that I would stand no chance of keeping up with him but I needn't have worried, the A43 was extremely busy too. We drove less than a mile and turned right towards Tiffield, now we were on very minor roads indeed but at least we were able to drive at a reasonable speed. I followed for thirty minutes and suddenly the Audi pulled off the road, I began to panic, the man, six foot two inches tall and around twenty-two stones in weight, approached my car, he was talking on his mobile phone. I locked my door and wound down my window, "Sorry love, a lorry has hit a low bridge ahead of us, there is no chance of going north now, I'm on the phone to Hotel Finder, do you need a room too?" I nodded my head.

"Make that a hotel with two rooms please, okay I'll hold on", he said into his mobile phone.

"Nothing to do now but wait for them to call me back if they can find us rooms."

We made small talk for twenty minutes, until his phone rang.

"Hello, Woodrow Green, yes, uhuh, yes, thanks."

Woodrow hung up his phone and beamed out a huge smile as he said, "We have the last two rooms in the Midlands".

I walked to Woodrow's car with him and watched as he punched the postcode of the hotel into his Traffic Master unit and to my amazement I watched a route display on the small TV screen. There was a red line as part of the route, Woodrow pressed a different button, a second route was displayed, this also had a red section to the route.

"One more time", Woodrow said as he punched a second button, this time the route was much more convoluted but it was green all the way.

"Follow me" he said, we drove twenty or so minutes along roads that looked like driveways to people's houses and eventually we came out of a single-track road right at the side of the hotel. The road was gridlocked with traffic in both directions, Woodrow just pulled on to the footpath for the ten yards to the entrance to the car park, and I followed him. It took a while to find a parking space as the place was packed to the gunwales with cars.

As Woodrow and I walked across the car park three men abandoned their cars and ran in to reception ahead of us, Woodrow's face split into a broad grin, his teeth were almost dazzling they were so white. Woodrow had a small case with him, I looked at it in disbelief.

"I have been stuck on the road many times, if you do the journey often you too will keep an emergency bag with a clean shirt, pants, socks and wash kit in your car".

In the reception, the three men that had rushed in to the hotel in front of us were behind four other men all arguing with the reception staff.

"I'm sorry sir but we have no rooms left" the receptionist said over and over again, a second receptionist was on the phone to the hotel chains central booking office, she put down the phone and announced.

"I'm sorry, we don't have a single room this side of London in any of our hotels. We waited patiently at the back of the queue until Woodrow caught the fraught receptionist's eye.

"Woodrow Green, I believe I have a reservation?" Two keys were placed on the counter and Woodrow filled in both registration cards. He passed me my key and led the way through to the stairs. I asked why he hadn't let me fill in my own registration form.

"I have booked the rooms through my company; I wouldn't be able to explain your name to the accountants would I?"

"Well I intend to pay for my own room", I said.

"You can pay next time", Woodrow said with a face splitting smile.

I decided not to have a shower and freshen up. I didn't have clean underwear to put on so it was better that I just carried on smelling than have to put on day old panties on top of a clean body. Plan number one, shower before bed, rinse my draws out and put them on the radiator to dry over-night, that way at least in the morning I would have reasonably fresh knickers to put on, I felt much happier now that I had that plan to work too. Woodrow met me in the bar, he had already downed half a pint of beer, he offered me a drink and I asked for a 'Britvic orange' and lemonade.

"Barkeep, a Saint Clemens for the lady!"

I watched as the barman squeezes three oranges into a cocktail shaker, then two lemons and crushed ice; he topped the drink off with a small measure of lemonade and shook the cocktail. Being tea-total as I was, I thought that I had tried every combination of orange and lemonade going, but this one was certainly different, it actually lifted my spirits. I decided to use the pay phone in the lobby instead of my mobile to ring Harry and tell him the bad news. I was very surprised with Harry's reaction to the news that I was stopping overnight in a hotel, he told me that he had been glued to the news24 channel watching the various clips from the five or six bad accidents that had conspired to cut the country in half. He thought that I might end up spending the night in my car on the motorway; the hotel was definitely preferable to that.

I paid for dinner, it was the least that I could do, Woodrow was a very interesting person, he was born on the island of Jamaica and moved to the UK when he was eight years old. I had to admit that he was the first Afro-Caribbean person that I had ever spoken to in the flesh. He made a bad joke about him being on his best behaviour, that he wouldn't turn me into a zombie or anything as I slept.

"I thought that zombies were from the island of Hispaniola not Jamaica", I said.

The evening was very pleasant and I was really glad that I had finally finished my period earlier in the day. I felt much better today than I had since Friday and also because I wasn't so tired and not having driven all the way home I actually felt a little turned on.

"Pity I'm eighty miles from Harry or Dell I thought to myself. At eleven o'clock I decided it was time for bed, Woodrow and I walked from the bar and through reception together. There were two policemen in reception with a young couple who had a baby and a three-year-old toddler with them. The receptionist was being very apologetic but she knew for a fact that there wasn't a room to be had in the county, the couple's car had broken down in the traffic jams and the police had rescued them to prevent them spending a night in a cold car. Woodrow grabbed my arm.

"If I promise not to be a bad boy all night, would you give your room to that couple and bunk in with me?"

My heart melted, not only because of the young couple and two very young children but also because of how huge Woodrow's heart was. I nodded my head.

"Have you left anything in your room?"

I shook my head, I didn't have anything to leave in my room. Woodrow walked up to the woman who was trying to pacify her baby.

"Hey, when's your birthday?"

"In two months time, why?"

"We'll call this an early birthday present then!" he said as he pressed the key to my room into her hand.

My hotel room had been a double room like Woodrow's, my room had two single beds with a cabinet between them so that they were fixed as two singles; I was expecting Woodrow's room to be the same. As Woodrow opened his door I got a shock, his room had a double bed rather than two singles.

"Would you like to use the bathroom first?" Woodrow asked me, I nodded. I washed my panties out with a little of the hotels shampoo and laid them on the radiator, they would probably be stiff as card in the morning but at least they would be a little cleaner. I had a quick shower, while the water was caressing my body an idea came to me. I could re-make the bed while Woodrow was in the bathroom, take the bottom sheet and fold it so that it became like a sleeping bag for one half of the bed and the same with the top sheet on the other side, sorted!

I dried myself feeling a lot happier, I wrapped the towel around my body and folded the top over and tucked the open side in using my breasts to hold the whole thing like a strapless wrap-over dress, 'Hotel chic by Tracey'.

I couldn't believe my luck, if it wasn't for the bad kind I would have no luck at all today, I didn't get a chance to re-make the bed, there was a small notice on the bedside table. 'Dear Guest, we are experimenting with duvets in some of our rooms, if you would prefer to have the bedding replaced with sheets and blankets please feel free to contact housekeeping.' I believed the note but still peeked under the duvet to prove that there were no separate sheets to make the bed safer.

I could have phoned housekeeping but it was already midnight and who knew how long it would have taken to get the bed changed at that time of night. I decided that I would just have to keep my designer, towelling dress on all night. I turned the light out, the room was illuminated with the red glow of the hotel sign outside the window; I checked that the curtains were closed properly and they were. My room would have been far more suitable for Woodrow and I to have shared, two single beds, the dark side of the hotel, I smiled at myself for that thought, the dark side of the hotel, and here I was about to spend the night with the darkest man I had ever met.

Woodrow walked slowly from the bathroom, his eyes were obviously taking time to accustom to the darkness while mine had plenty of time to adjust to the dark. There was no doubt about it, the rumours that I had heard about the way some Afro-Caribbean men were built was certainly true in Woodrow's case. His cock was gigantic; it looked just over half erect, at least nine inches long and thicker than my wrist. As he walked his member swung from side to side, in my mind I could hear the swishing sound that would have accompanied the movement in a cartoon.

Woodrow slipped into bed at my side, he patted my backside and said "Goodnight".

Then he grasped the top edge of the towel, just between my shoulder blades and tugged upwards.

"You can't sleep in this, it's wet, I promised to behave all night long didn't I?"

The power of Woodrow's arms were amazing, that simple movement had lifted me off of the bed and spun me almost one-hundred and eighty degrees, I was now totally naked and facing Woodrow. His smile lit up the bed; he seemed to have teeth that had their own internal lanterns.

"Anyway, pity to hide such a fine body as yours under heavy towelling".

I turned to face away from Woodrow once again, if he had asked me I would have opened up to him totally but my middle-class, socially and sexually repressed upbringing forbade me from making the first move. Woodrow settled down in the bed, he was facing me, he slipped his left arm under my pillow and placed his right hand on my right hip, he pulled me back towards him and I felt his cock, now fully erect, pressing against the tops of my thighs. It was an autonomic reaction, my legs parted slightly and the head of Woodrow's cock slid between them, tracing an ark in damp pre-cum through the valley of my buttocks and ploughing a furrow between my labia. At the crucial point in the arc of his cock's progress I eased back a little more to trap the monster at the gateway to my love.

"Now then woman, you want me to break my promise to you, I said I'll be good all night long and I meant it, now settle down and go to sleep!"

Woodrow's cock continued on its arc, it hit my clitoris and made me jump a little and then it was clear of the danger zone. I couldn't believe that I was spooning with this man who I had met only a few hours before, his cock was so long that it was peeping out between my thighs, I reached down and felt the huge head of the beast on my side of the bed and although a little relieved, I was a lot disappointed as I fell asleep.

I woke early in the morning, five am was bloody early by any standard, Woodrow was in exactly the same position as he had been when I fell asleep, the only difference was that his monster phallus was sleeping now. I could feel it still, resting against my buttocks; there was a heat in the thing that stood out against the background heat that Woodrow's body naturally generated.

I needed the toilet, as I invariably did when I first woke up. I eased my bottom away from Woodrow and as his right hand fell from my hip his left arm raised up, turning me back towards him. His smile opened up first followed by his eyes and then as he said, "Where are you going?" Another part of his anatomy woke up too.

"Toilet, I need the toilet" I replied.

I sat on the toilet, last night I would have happily succumbed to Woodrow's advances but in the cold light of the day I wasn't so sure. The door opened, Woodrow padded into the bathroom, still totally naked, he opened his wash bag and took out a blue tube. Woodrow stood studying the tube for a while and then he put it on the vanity unit by the sink.

"If I have to be a good boy this morning as well as last night, just you leave the tube lying where it is. If not, you bring it back into the bedroom with you!" Woodrow left me with a dichotomy, all I had to do was leave that little blue tube where it was and he wouldn't touch me, take it with me and, and, and!

Woodrow was the first black man I had met socially, I wouldn't say that my parents were racist, they had never met any black people either but they did pass on all of those negative stereotypes that abounded when they were growing up, there weren't so many stereotypes as I was growing up but those that were, were mostly negative. Woodrow had turned out to be totally against my preconceptions, I wasn't, for instance, already part of an Arab Sheikhs harem, I had not been sold into slavery, I hadn't been raped, drugged or beaten. In fact Woodrow had behaved impeccably the previous evening; even when I made it clear that he could, if he had wanted to, fuck me, and he had stood by his promise to be good all night. There was the other question too; there was one stereotype that Woodrow measured up to exactly, the whole size thing. Could Woodrow even get his monster inside of my body, I actually doubted if he could.

I had finished my toilet, wiped the parts that needed wiping, washed those parts that needed washing and now I was standing there in a quandary, on my left, almost clean knickers and on my right an innocent looking blue tube, the tube was around the size of a toothpaste tube. The tube looked brand new, there weren't the indentations in the sides that would indicate that Woodrow had used this tube ploy before, but then I would be fooling myself if I thought for one moment that I would be the first married woman that he had charmed into a hotel bedroom.

I returned to the bedroom, still naked with one hand behind my back, that hand carried the blue tube. I jumped quickly into bed while trying to keep the tube hidden from Woodrow but he had seen the flash of blue as I hit the sheets. I felt his manhood grow against my back and then Woodrow reposition himself so that his monster dick was pressing into the fleshy mound of my buttocks.

"Would you like me to try without lubricant first Tracey?" Woodrow asked.

I nodded in response; Woodrow put his powerful right hand onto my thigh and positioned my body, as he wanted it with ease. I still had my back to him, still had the blue tube in my hand and now I had a huge phallus pressing between my thighs too. I had, once again eased my thighs apart to allow Woodrow slightly easier access to my cunny. I wasn't sure if Woodrow was a poor aim, a tease or a pervert but his cock was actually knocking on the wrong door for a few moments, I reached back and used my hand to guide his pleasure stick to the opening that I wanted him to aim for.

Woodrow was kissing my neck, his huge hand covered my breast easily, he was a little rough in his handling of my delicate breast but the whole package that was Woodrow was reasonably gentle. The head of Woodrow's cock was engaged between my labia, it pressed at the opening to my womanly flower and with each kiss on my neck Woodrow pushed a little harder. His cock-head wasn't actually entering my body though but it was lifting me higher up the bed all the time.

I wasn't actually in pain but then Woodrow hadn't actually managed to enter my body.

"Would you like to try it with me on top?" Woodrow asked.

I was at the point where I would have endured any amount of pain just to feel that magnificent cock inside me so I nodded. Woodrow was able to move me like a rag-doll or the fully pose-able Barbie-doll; he just positioned me on the bed and climbed between my thighs. I took a deep breath as Woodrow pinned my body to the bed, his spear was at my opening and he was putting every ounce of his weight into the task of gaining admittance to my body.

I began to slide up the bed once again, even with Woodrow's weight pressing my body deep into the mattress the force of his entry attempt, the huge size of his weapon and the comparatively tiny size of my pussy meant that I acted like the cork being pressured out of the neck of the bottle. Woodrow even tried placing his hands on my shoulders, either side of my neck and tried to force himself in but to no avail.

"I'll have to give in and use the lubricant, that's if you want me to continue!"

I was almost out of my mind with the pent up frustration of it all and he dared to suggest that we could, if I liked, just stop now, ' No fucking way José ', I wanted, needed, to feel that thing inside of me. I looked down my body, Woodrow had rested his erection along my stomach, it looked so wonderful, just lying there, balls resting on my pubic mound and cock-head well past my navel. Woodrow opened the blue tube and used a point on the top of the cap to pierce the metal seal on top of the tube. This lubricant wasn't like the stuff my husband used on me it looked more like water than gel, it flowed out of the tube without the need for the tube to be squeezed. I watched as Woodrow used the tip of one finger to ease a little of the slick liquid around the top of the tube and then the tube was inserted into my vagina.

Woodrow pushed more than half of the tube into me, I was almost climaxing just from that little attention but then the tube was emptied into me, Woodrow used both hands to ensure that the tube was totally empty and it was thrown across the room. My legs were repositioned, feet flat to the mattress and knees raised, Woodrow was waiting for something, I could see almost as well as he could, there was a thin bead of lubricant oozing its way out of my body.

Woodrow gave it a few seconds until the lubricant looked like a collar spreading outwards over my labia, then Woodrow placed his huge hands behind my knees and raised them further, lifting them towards my breasts. The new position was designed to reduce the flow of lubricant from my vaginal cavity but the increased pressure caused by my body doubling over caused the pool to spread a little further. Woodrow waited patiently, something was going to happen and it did, the pool suddenly stopped growing and started to recede. "Your cervix is now drinking in the lubricant", Woodrow informed me and with that he began to move in closer.

My head and shoulders were tilted forward on four pillows and my lower body almost folded double with my knees pressing hard against my breasts. Woodrow's cock was now pressing against my labia, he rubbed his cock-head around in the residue of the lubricant, he was being extra careful not to allow the lubricant to get on his fingers, my guess, from how slippery his cock-head felt on my labia was that if he got any on his hands I might slip out from his grasp. I felt his cock-head engage, watched in awe as his huge helmet eased my lips wider and wider and then he was there, he eased forward slightly, there was a blinding pain and I watched a half inch of head disappear from view. Woodrow held his new position for a few seconds.

"Has the pain stopped yet?"

I was panting, something akin to child birth, I actually felt like I was giving birth but in reverse, both events needed the vaginal canal to expand well beyond the norm, both caused a great deal of pain and both, on completion would feel absolutely wonderful. I nodded my head to indicate that the pain had receded slightly and that I was ready for the next push. Another half an inch of black cockhead disappeared inside my body, now all that was left outside my body was long black cock-shaft.

The pain had increased exponentially and I had to press the palms of my hands against Woodrow's chest to stop him pushing further into me for a moment while I grew accustomed to the pain. I was panting hard now, my body's own defence had kicked in and I was entering the first stages of Oxygen Narcosis, my head had become lighter and the pain was drifting away all by its self. I eased the pressure that I was using to stay Woodrow's progress and he inched in a little further.

He was now being guided totally by the pressure of my palms pressing against his chest and the further he entered me the easier it became. There was a sudden spurt of lubricant firing from the point of our union.

"I must be at your cervix now." Woodrow said.

Up to that point the excess lubricant had been forced into my womb now his cock-head was covering the entrance to my womb and so the fluid had to find another release point and it had found it along the junction between cock-shaft and vaginal sheath. I was disappointed; less than half of Woodrow's enormous cock was inside of me and he was telling me that he was in as far as he could go.

The pain had now completely abated, I was waiting for Woodrow to begin the actual act, the anticipation was driving me to bursting point. I had stopped panting now due to the pain, the panting that I was doing mow as due to excitement. Woodrow began rocking my pelvis back and forth while he held up a constant pressure of his cock against the bottom of my vaginal sheath. I began a slow climb to my first climax, it was certainly an unusual way to be fucked, Woodrow keeping his body totally still while rocking me back and forth, in a way, using my body to masturbate himself, and, don't get me wrong, me too.

I was watching the whole thing, it was the first time that I had really been able to watch myself getting fucked, a smaller man would have got in the way even in this 'open' position, Woodrow was exactly the right man, fucking me in exactly the right position for me to see everything. My back was beginning to hurt a little from my awkward position but I could see my clitoris, alternately pressed down onto Woodrow's cock-shaft and then released, as my climax built up I could see the small appendage growing a little deeper red as the blood was pumped into it and it grew a little in size too.

"Just rest your palms on my chest again girl," Woodrow told me.

I looked puzzled but moved my hands back on to his chest, I was very comfortable with his size in me now, there was no way that I would be trying to stop his progress now. The tempo of his rocking built up slightly to match my point of climactic scale; slightly faster rocking took me slightly closer to my final release. I was absolutely ready for Woody to push me that little bit harder and finally tip me over the edge and on to my full-blown orgasm. My breathing was increasing in pace and shallowness, so close now to that final moment, that volcanic release, ' please, Woodrow, please just a little harder! '

As I reached my climax there was a sudden pain accompanying the absolute pleasure. I had closed my eyes as my climax finally washed over me but they were catapulted open by the pain, I was glad that Woodrow had told me to push against his chest again because I was able to hold him back slightly. I saw his cock move another inch into my body; I was panicking, if he was as deep in me as he could be before then how come he had just slipped another inch into my body.

"Don't be scared little girl, your inner flower just opened for me that's all!" Woodrow said.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"The lubricant has worked its way into your womb making the entrance slippery and when you climaxed your cervical muscle went into spasm and it allowed me to get inside, the pain will subside shortly and then you will get the fuck of your life!"

Woodrow had now released the pressure on my legs allowing them to fall back slightly and taking the strain off of my lower back. I eased the pressure on his chest slightly and he pushed forward slightly until I stopped him again. This went on for around twenty minutes, eventually I could feel Woodrow's balls slapping against my labia and he was inside of me more completely than any person had been in my life. As I waited for the final pain to subside Woodrow moved one of my hands to my stomach, I could actually feel the movement and then he tensed and relaxed his buttock muscles causing his erection to bounce slightly inside my womb.

The relaxation period over, Woodrow began to move a fraction of an inch back and forth, I hit my second orgasm in seconds, then Woodrow increased his pace slightly, he was in no hurry, he wanted to keep my pain to a minimum and my potential pleasure to an absolute maximum. He told me that if he slipped out of my cervix that he wouldn't try to get back inside again he would simply finish himself off in my vaginal sheath. Woodrow was extremely knowledgeable about my anatomy, more so than I was myself, certainly more than any man I had ever met before.

There was now a slow fucking rhythm, his cock was leaving my body by about two inches and then slipping back in until scrotum hit labia, and then the movement was repeated, I was boiling through a third and fourth orgasm. My climaxes were now chained together, one starting before the previous one ended. If I hadn't been so 'out of my head', so sexually driven, I might have wondered exactly what Woodrow was getting out of the time he had invested in getting me ready to take him totally. And then I knew, Woodrow was now building his tempo up, he was talking 'dirty', well I should say he was verbally encouraging me on to a higher plateau of sexual fulfilment.

My body was being rocked; I shook like a rag-doll on a stick, a human stick, my body and then my world were rocked totally. I began to fall into semi-consciousness and as soon as Woodrow realised that my body had passed beyond feeling he picked up his pace to a frenetic pounding, I was all climaxed out, all I could do now was watch as Woodrow enjoyed himself with my body. Sweat was falling from Woodrow's magnificent body, falling on my body like rain; there was no longer any gentleness or consideration in his actions. Woodrow was an animal and he was taking his bestial pleasure out on my limp and unresponsive body.

As I drifted into a higher conscious state I took pleasure in watching Woodrow's face as his body tensed up, his breathing momentarily stopped, his gleaming white teeth clenched hard and he pressed my body deeper into the mattress. Woodrow was finally climaxing, his seed was being placed against the lining of my womb, I knew that if it had been my time I would have been pregnant after this fuck. Woodrow fell against my body, I couldn't feel his jizz as it boiled from his balls directly into my womb but I could feel the 'after-shock' as his volcanic eruption rippled along his cock-shaft.

We lay there, locked together as Woodrow's cock deflated, it reminded me of a dog tied to his bitch until his knot receded enough to allow their uncoupling. It took Woodrow around ten minutes to shrink enough for his cock-head to egress from my cervical canal and pop back into my vagina and then the act was complete, Woodrow eased his body off of mine and he pulled me to my feet with both hands.

"Thank you Tracey, that was the best fuck I have had in years!"

I giggled, blushed and looked away, it was the first time I had been complimented in quite that way, my mind said, ' Yes, sure, I'll bet you say that to a different woman every week. '

"Trust me Tracey, I have had a few encounters in my time but most women run a mile when they realise what I am trying to do to them, you didn't and it made it so special for me, I hope that I made it special for you too!"

I looked at the clock, it was nine o'clock already, and I was officially late for work, and I was still god knows how far away from work. Woodrow went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, I needed one badly, I took a few steps and then I got a terrible stomach cramp, fluid was running out of my belly, spunk mixed with super slick lubricant were running from my body as if I was pissing myself. I trod on the discarded tube and picked it up, I checked the printing on the tube, I couldn't read it, not because of poor printing but because it was printed in a foreign language, at that moment Woodrow emerged from the bathroom.

"It's from Amsterdam, I pick it up when I'm over there on my monthly 'fun' trip, it's crazy but they aren't allowed to sell it in the UK but they can sell it in newsagents over in Amsterdam!"

I walked towards the bathroom, I needed to shower, I stank of sweat and sex, Woodrow stopped me at that point and kissed me on the mouth, I quickly did a rewind in my mind, from the moment I climbed into bed following my toilet at five am Woodrow had only kissed me on my body, he had kissed most of my body but only on my body, I asked him why.

"Sex is just sex, anyone can fuck anyone else, it means nothing, less than nothing but a proper kiss, a soul kiss, that means a whole different kind of thing", he said.

Breakfast had to be skipped unfortunately, as Woodrow signed for the bill the young couple emerged from the lift with their two offspring, the young woman thanked me for my kindness, I stopped her mid-sentence and thanked her instead, as I walked to my car I looked back and saw a very confused young woman fighting with a baby and a toddler as she watched me 'swagger' to my car, I wasn't walking, it was more like floating, I was defiantly the cat that got all the cream and to prove it the cream was even then pooling out and into my M&S double cotton gusset.

I was almost two hours late for work, my colleges spotted instantly that there was something wrong with me, well something different at least if not wrong. I knew that I was glowing far more than I had ever glowed in my life before. Even the simple act of sitting at my desk reminded me of my early morning foray into a very different world of sex. I had just spent six days suffering with the cramps and other pains caused by my menstruation, which I found to be a trial each and every month and now, here I was suffering almost the same pains, the same cramps, the same dripping from my lower orifice but this time it had been caused by pleasure, and extreme pleasure at that.

All through the day I couldn't help myself, I kept rubbing my stomach, I had to keep rubbing my stomach, each time I pressed my palm against my lower abdomen I remembered the feelings, I closed my eyes and I could see the whole thing over again. Watching myself that way had been a blast in itself but watching as Woodrow opened up my body, feeling as he almost split me in two, the pain and the pleasure, it was almost unbearable to live those minutes and hours over and over again, knowing that I would never feel anything quite like that ever again.

Each time the phone on my desk rang I almost jumped out of my skin, my body may have been sitting in my typists chair, behind my nasty Formica and chipboard desk, in front of a computer screen that had remained black all day but my mind and my heart were both in a hotel room, in a small village, just five miles from the back of beyond. When my cell-phone rang I jumped even higher, Harry, my husband, was the only person I would have expected to ring me on my cell-phone during the day.

I checked the screen, I didn't recognise the number I saw flashing out at me.

"Hello!"

"Hi, Tracey."

Just two words but it conjured up a whole colourful mosaic in my mind, I instantly saw a huge grin of brilliant white teeth, hands that were both immensely powerful and at the same time gentle.

"You there?"

"Hi Woodrow, how unexpected, how did you get my number?"

"Well little girl, or should I say not so little girl today. I stole it from your phone while you took your shower!"

Woodrow was calling to see if I was okay, he told me to make sure and check to see that any fluid that was leaking out was clear, any signs of blood and I had to get to A&E immediately, he had been talking about me to a friend of his from the JH Club and he reminded him that there could be complications caused by a woman's first time.

"You told someone that you did that to me, I thought you were more of a gentleman that that Woodrow!"

"Baby girl, we always tell each other everything, the whole point of the JH Club is to let everyone know there may be a new 'camp follower' out there."

I so wanted to ask what the hell the JH Club was but I knew that I had to hang up the phone and then turn it off for the rest of the day, just to make a point to Woodrow that he had overstepped the bounds.

I dialled a number on my desk phone almost absentmindedly.

"Hi!"

I recognised Sandy's cheery voice.

"Hi it's me Tracey."

"Hi Tracey, I didn't expect this call, I thought that you would forget all about us now that you have a job 'down south'!"

"No, I have just been a bit rushed off of my feet, that's all."

"Dell has been missing you like crazy."

"Has he? Sandy, I phoned to ask if you have ever heard of a club called the JH Club?"

"No, never come across that one."

I thought for a few moments, I wanted to go into every detail of the mornings entertainment with Sandy and then it hit me, I had known Sandy for less than a month and I wanted to tell her everything, not so much to brag but to share with someone before I burst. Woodrow had probably known his friend for years and he had done exactly what I would have just done, that is before I had just acted so petulantly to him.

"You still there Tracey?"

"Sorry, I got a bit distracted, just wondered if you had ever come across that club that's all, we'll have to get together at the weekend for a drink if you have a spare five minutes!"

I hung up the phone, I felt strangely confused, now I wanted to turn my phone back on, wanted to use the recent call facility on my cell-phone to get Woodrow's number and call him back to apologise, but there was still a part of me that was shocked and embarrassed to find out that men are as big gossips as women.

I managed to leave my cell-phone switched off until five o'clock, I only switched it back on as I placed it in the hands-free cradle in my car. I had driven less than five miles when it rang, I recognised Woodrow's number as it flashed onto the screen; the phone was set to auto-answer so I had no choice but to talk to him.

"Hi baby, we got cut off earlier."

"Yes sorry, I was in an open plan office and there were too many ears around".

We talked about nothing at all for over an hour, I was most of the way home and because I had been chattering to Woodrow the whole way it made the journey seem to go past in a flash.

"I'm almost home now Woodrow."

"Call me Woody," I giggled.

"Would that be a descriptive noun?" I said and Woody dissolved into fits of laughter.

I told Woody that I had arrived at home, even though I was a mile or so from it and told him that he couldn't ring me again.

"Can I call you on your way to work?"

"Okay, but not until after seven o'clock".

I drove the last mile home with the phone turned off. Harry was waiting for me when I got home, he had been trying my mobile for almost an hour and he got a busy signal all the time, I told him that I had my phone turned off all day but that didn't cut any ice with him, he knew a busy signal when he heard one.

I made my own supper, Harry had been trying to call me to see if I wanted him to wait until I got home to eat but as he couldn't contact me he had decided to eat alone. ' Petulant child ' ran through my mind, his plate was still warm in the kitchen when I got home, so he would have only had to wait a few more minutes for me and we could have eaten together.

I heard the house phone ring, I froze, what if Woodrow had searched through the list in my address book and found the entry for home, that could be him phoning me now. I 'cocked an ear' to listen to what Harry was saying, he was telling someone that I was busy, he couldn't call me to the phone but he would take a message, I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the word Sandy, it was Sandy calling not Woody, perhaps to organise that drink at the weekend. I washed all the pots, Harry's and my own and then joined him in the living room.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Wrong number!"

I had distinctly heard him say Sandy and that I was busy and couldn't be disturbed, well I certainly was disturbed now. Harry went to the toilet a short while later and I dialled one four seven one, to get the number of the last person to call our phone, it was Sandy's number. Harry came back into the living room and I went to the bathroom, I took my cell-phone with me and while my bath was running I called Sandy.

Sandy had been talking to a friend of hers in London who had heard of a club called the JH club but she didn't believe it really existed but there was an email address that she had been given if I wanted to try to contact them which was 'jh_club_london@yahoo.co.uk'. Rumour had it that the club had been set up as a support group for men who were particularly well endowed but who had difficulty finding lovers who could satisfy them totally.

"I wouldn't think that a man with an above average sized cock would have any difficulty in finding partners willing to try!" I quipped.

"Well yes, I mean, Size isn't everything and all that but imagine if you were a man who had a monster of a weapon and you could only find women who, although willing, could only take half or less, how frustrated would you be?"

Was Sandy's reply, my hand went instantly to my own belly and I closed my eyes to relive that mornings sexual encounter.

"Mmmmmmm, yes", I said.

I used the notepad facility on my cell-phone to store the email address that Sandy had given me, I wasn't sure if I would want to contact the club, that was if it existed at all. Before I let Sandy go I asked her if she had phoned me before and left a message for me with Harry.

"Yes a few times" was her response.

"Thanks Sandy, I'll remember that drink at the weekend, catch you soon".

As I soaked in my bath I played things over in my mind, I was far from the perfect wife, and getting further away all the time but that still didn't excuse Harry vetting who I could talk to and who I couldn't. Harry had proved himself not to be the perfect husband as well, I didn't know if he had been playing away from home as I had been for the past few weeks but I believed that what he was doing to me was actually worse, mental cruelty rather than physical cruelty.

Harry was in bed waiting for me when I finished my bath, he obviously expected sex from me as it was a few days since my period had finished, the time of my monthly cycle where he felt it was safest to have sex with me and not risk my falling pregnant, even though his treatment to turn off his sperm production was almost at an end and he was almost totally safe himself. I'm not usually vindictive but as Harry made his move I told him that I had a headache and turned my back to him. If Harry had been woody I think I would have felt a hot snake of man flesh probing me from behind, if Harry had been more like Dell I think I would have felt soft caresses of loving fingers at my temple trying to sooth away my pain. Harry "Harrumphed" and turned his back to me, the word 'petulant' kept running through my mind over and over again.

Breakfast was a fast affair, I managed to shower, make coffee and toast, eat the one and drink the other and was walking out of the front door as Harry walked down the stairs, I waited for a kiss at the door but Harry waked straight past and into the kitchen, "Bye then!" I shouted, I heard no response; I didn't expect to, I closed the door as gently as possible so as not to break the spell. I checked my watch, six forty-five, I would just about reach the motorway by seven o'clock, I would turn my phone on at one minute to seven and I expected to hear the ring tone at exactly seven.

I switched the phone on at two minutes to seven; I was dropping down the slip road leading from the A 52 to the roundabout that formed the midway point between the A 52 and the M1. As soon as I reached the Motorway I would need most of my wits about me, I wouldn't be able to turn the phone on so easily.

"Good morning baby."

I was concentrating so much that I missed the ringing of the phone completely; it was a good thing that the phone was set to auto-answer. I checked my clock before I responded, exactly seven o'clock.

"Hi Woody, how did you sleep?"

"I missed you, did you miss me?"

"No not one bit!" I lied.

"Oh so you let your old man in last night then?"

"No!"

My response was an automatic reaction, I chastised myself inwardly, there was no reason to tell Woodrow anything about my home life, what my husband and I did or did not do together.

"So you need a little love this morning then?"

"Why you on the motorway between Nottingham and Leicester right now then?"

"No, but I could be at Junction fifteen in an hour!"

"Well there would be little point, I can't be late again this week, I would only have five minutes at the most so there is no point in either of us getting our hopes up", I said.

There were a few breaks in the conversation, usually as I went under a bridge or passed from one cell area to another that was too busy to handle the extra traffic but basically Woody and I chatted for the whole time that I drove southward, as I left the Motorway at junction fifteen I noticed a large, powder blue Audi A6, parked in a lay-by just off the motorway slip road. My reactions were a little slow and I almost missed the lay-by altogether, I just managed to squeeze on to the last six feet of safety zone.

Woody drove along the lay-by so that he was right behind me. I was fighting furiously to fix my makeup, I wasn't expecting to see anyone until I got into the office and usually I would fix myself up in the car park just before going in to work. Woody opened my door and helped me out of my car; his kiss was passionate in the extreme, but then so was my response.

"Come with me to a hotel for an hour"

Woodrow asked me, I checked my watch; I had fifteen minutes to be sitting at my desk.

"I can't be late again, I'm sorry but not this time". Woodrow kissed me again.

"Yes, sure, I understand."

I saw the disappointment in his eyes, he had driven from London to Northampton, fifty miles or more, and after our brief encounter he would have to drive all the way back, I stood a chance of being a few minutes late at most but he would be around ninety minutes late or even more.

I saw disappointment turn into mental triumph across Woodrow's face.

"Tell your husband that you have decided to stop over in Northampton tonight and drive down to London to my flat and spend the night with me."

Woody's plan was very simple, very appealing and I though a definite case of poetic justice on Harry for his petulance.

"Let me think about it and I'll let you know before five, and don't phone me while I'm at work either!" I said.

We kissed until the last minute possible, my back pressed against the door of my little Vauxhall and I had to quite literally tear my lips away from Woody's to enable me to get to work on time. If I did agree to go to London to spend the night with Woodrow I would at least know that I would have a real man to share the night with. I could have phoned Woody as he drove south to London, I was ninety-nine percent sure that I would be phoning Harry later to tell him the bad news, that I would be stopping over-night in a Northampton hotel, but then it wouldn't do to give too much to Woodrow too quickly, meat that has had time to stew in its own juice all day would be the tenderest meat of all.

After meeting Woodrow I decided that keeping a small bag in my car with a wash-bag, blouse, skirt, underwear and makeup in it would be worth the effort, just in case I had a breakdown and had to stop over somewhere, I had planned to sort it out on Saturday. I would need to buy a small, soft sided, case and a wash-bag with everything I may need for an overnight stay but now I was contemplating stopping out for reasons other than a breakdown or traffic problem or even because I needed to work late and I hadn't actually had a chance to sort my case out.

I phoned Harry on his cell-phone around eleven in the morning, one of his colleagues answered his phone, Harry was out in the factory, they didn't allow cell-phones to be taken into the main chemical works area as it could be a potential explosion trigger, I was glad in a way, I wasn't looking forward to telling Harry that I wouldn't be home, in fact, I didn't feel like talking to Harry at all if I could help it.

"Okay, thanks, could you tell him that his wife called please, and that I'll send him an email later."

I hung up the phone and went into a blank few minutes, Harry's work-mate had said something that I could have misunderstood, misheard or anything but it sounded like he had said.

"Okay, Sarah I'll let him know".

'Sarah', it isn't like Tracey could be mistaken for Sarah, Harry had been married before but her name was Dawn and he didn't work at Boots back then.

Twelve o'clock came rapidly, I jumped into my car and drove into the centre of Northampton, I needed a M&S of a BHS, I didn't need anything fancy, just a few bits of ordinary work clothing, navy skirt, white blouse, white bra and panties, a wash-bag and face-cloth, soap and box to hold it in, toothpaste, toothbrush, deodorant, talcum-powder, lipstick, eye-liner, mascara, face powder, simple compact with mirror in the lid. It took the whole hour to find everything I needed, including the small case to hold everything. I did deviate slightly from the merely practical and picked up a thong as well as the usual M&S white cotton double gusseted knickers that I would usually buy, the skirt I picked was shorter than I would usually wear, the blouse a little sheerer but I picked up a camisole top to put under it for work. I also picked up a pack of five tan tights and one pair of self-supporting stockings. I was late back from lunch which didn't go down well with the line manager but I made him laugh when I said that I had nipped home for dinner and the traffic was a little heavy on the way back.

I wrote my email to Harry, it just said, "Traffic very heavy this morning, late for work once again, decided to stop over in Northampton so I will be on time in the morning" I received a reply a few moments later asking for the name of the hotel but I chose to ignore it. I phoned Woodrow at four o'clock to tell him that I would be turning left at junction fifteen instead of right, it took him a few seconds but when the penny dropped he dissolved into laughter, his image immediately flooded my mind, that huge, round, black face of his rent asunder with the most perfectly white, perfectly formed teeth I had ever seen. He gave me directions to a multi-storey car park, which was close to Staples Corner and a safe place to park my car overnight; he would pick me up from there at six-thirty.

The afternoon had dragged by but that last hour between four and five o'clock went by in the twinkle of an eye and there I was, approaching junction fifteen of the M1 and planning to turn left and head south for London. The car park was, fortunately, easy to find and there were directions inside to a special overnight parking area which was a cage on the bottom floor, just behind the security officers room and had a floor to ceiling gate that would be locked between ten pm, when the car park closed and six o'clock in the morning when it re-opened again. I took a deep breath at the ten pounds it cost to use the overnight facility, the attendant told me that I could leave my car in the general area for five pounds but it wouldn't be protected, I paid the extra. Woodrow was fifteen minutes late, ''Traffic" he said as I eased myself into his passenger seat and threw my bag onto the lap of a man sitting in the back seat.

"Oh My God, I'm so sorry", I blurted out.

"This is Gary, my flat-mate," Woodrow explained.

Gary and I shook hands after Gary moved my new bag over to the empty seat by his side. Woodrow leaned over and kissed me long and hard while all around him people were papping their hooters to show their anger at the place he had stopped to pick me up. It took almost an hour to get to Woody's flat we seemed to crawl along main roads through 'pinch points', like railway lines or rivers and then drive at frenetic speeds up and down side roads to avoid the crawl along the main road and then join in the crawl again for the next 'pinch point'.

Flat was rather a misnomer for the space that Woody and Gary shared, well the space that Woody, Gary and Leroy shared, I met Leroy when we arrived, he was cooking the evening meal and he acted just like a stereotype wife, 'What time do you call this, why didn't you tell me there would be another for dinner, you could have called, we'll be lucky if it isn't all ruined'. Woodrow whispered to me, "I'll get my own back tomorrow... It's my turn to be the bitch tomorrow.

I needed to use the toilet and drop my bag off someplace, I could have just put it on the floor in the cavernous space that was the living area of the flat, it was an open plan area that encompassed the kitchen, living room, and study but was around three hundred square feet of pristinely clean, totally uncluttered space, definitely along the minimalist line.

I had placed my bag on the floor originally but it simply screamed out 'untidy' as it sat there all alone. I held my bag up towards Woodrow and said I need the toilet and a place to put this, Woody pointed to a flight of stairs half way along one wall, again open plan, I looked up and there was what seemed to be a mezzanine floor with a three foot high divider to stop people in the living space seeing beyond. The mezzanine floor took up around half the space that the main living area took up and the kitchen/dining area was situated under the mezzanine floor.

I have to say, the shock I got from finding that Woodrow lived with two other men was as nothing compared with the shock I received when I reached the top of the stairs, the mezzanine floor was also open plan, there was a three foot high wall dividing the sleeping area from the bathroom and all three beds, all three double beds, were in one large open plan room. Shock number two came from seeing Gary, standing in his boxer shorts, hanging his suit in his wardrobe. The look on my face must have been very telling as Gary said. "I do hope you're not the shy kind, Woody said that he thought you would be open-minded enough to cope with this!"

I didn't answer; I knew that I had turned the colour of 'Lobster Thermidor' from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Gary gave me a slightly impatient look, the kind a father might give a child after the fiftieth time of explaining something.

"You can have this if you need it", he said, pointing to a Japanese screen. The screen was freestanding, around eight feet long and was currently being used to screen a computer table from the rest of the sleeping area. I did manage to get a good look at Gary though, he was definitely a sportsman, he was six foot two tall, around fifteen stone and there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. I had heard of men with a perfect 'six pack' in my life and I had believed that I had met one or two but seeing Gary I realised I had only ever seen runners up before. Gary pointed to Woodrow's bed and I dropped my bag on it, again it shouted out 'untidy' but this time I left it there.

I still needed to negotiate the bathroom, I walked through the opening with two, three foot high, louvered swinging doors, mocking a western bar entrance. Gary was watching me as I walked into the bathroom area, I could have made a big thing out of it but I decided to just begin the squat and pull the drawers down when I was sure that I was low enough to be hidden from Gary.

It was very disconcerting sitting on the 'crapper' and still being able to see the bedroom and the still almost naked Gary, we even chatted while I sat there, I found it very difficult to do even a number one, never mind the number two that I wanted to do. I had noticed that as I entered the bathroom area a powerful fan had started silently to draw up any miscreant odours that may have emanated from anyone using the bathroom and there was a kind of cowl that gathered the fan's efforts, like a huge cooker hood. ' I'll leave the number two until later, when I'm alone on the mezzanine floor, ' I said to myself.

The meal was surprisingly good, despite Leroy's bitching about it being ruined because everyone was so late, Leroy was the shortest of the three men that were sharing the flat, he was five foot six tall, dressed is very stylish clothes, looked like a model, even half way through cooking an elaborate meal he still looked amazingly well turned out.

The conversation over the meal was sparkling, the three men were obviously very well educated, Gary, the white guy, lived in Yorkshire at the weekends, he was married with two children and lived in London because that was the only place he could find work, his wife simply refused to move to London so the weekly commute was all that Gary could do. Leroy lived at the flat all week, he was consummately single as no woman would put up with his neatness obsession, he was the reason the flat was so pristinely tidy. When Leroy went to the oven to bring the sweet through Woody whispered, "He actually gets off on tiding up, if he is down I deliberately spill flour on the floor and then go to the pub, when i get back he is as happy as Larry!"

With the meal over Woodrow took my hand and led me to the stairs, I was totally full from the meal and if I had thought for one minute that I would be dragged up to the bedroom immediately after the meal I might not have eaten so much. In my mind it made sense, with the room being so open if one of them wanted to 'entertain' a friend it would be better while the others were downstairs watching TV than when the three beds were actually occupied. I was of course wrong, Woodrow simply wanted me to have a shower and get changed so that he could take me out and show me off.

The shower screen was clear plastic, naturally, I could be seen in the nude from any point in the sleeping area, naturally, Gary came up the stairs while I was half way through my shower, naturally. Gary and Woodrow were busy chatting about something while I was finishing my shower. I called to Woodrow for a towel, which was the first time that Gary actually looked around in my direction, he nodded his head, he was impressed with what he saw and didn't mind showing me that he appreciated the fact that I wasn't squirming down, trying to keep out of sight, he seemed to instinctively know what a major step forward it was for me not to try and hide myself.

Woodrow had opened my bag and taken out my thong, the rest of the things he simply placed in his wardrobe. He had a new deodorant for me, he told me that he had smelt it the day after he met me and he knew that the delicate scent in the deodorant would suit me perfectly. I looked at the fact that the only thing he had left out in the clothing line was my thong panties.

"Is that all I am going to be allowed to wear?" I asked.

Woodrow shook his head; he had a rugby shirt which Gary had donated and a black leather belt that was borrowed from Leroy. The Rugby shirt was an understatement of clothing while the belt was an exaggeration of every belt in the world, it was three and a half inches wide, had an ounce of silver in the buckle, I actually thought that some girls would have worn that belt as a skirt and chuckled inwardly. I was amazed at the length of the Rugby shirt; it was shorter than any dress that I would have been tempted to wear and with the belt on it was even shorter. Woodrow had asked me to go braless, again something that I wouldn't usually consider, wouldn't have considered three weeks ago anyway but now it seemed okay.

Woodrow and I left the flat, me in a lilac Rugby shirt, belt and thong and Woodrow in beige Chinos, white silk shirt, Alligator skin shoes and a gold chain around his neck that would bend the back of a lesser man. Woodrow had organised a taxi to take us into the city, it wasn't the usual Ford Sierra that we would have found in Nottingham, not even the traditional 'black cab' that London was renowned for but a sleek, black, Mercedes limousine. I got a little shock when I sat in the rear seat; the leather was very cold on my bottom which only served to point out just exactly how short my sporty dress was.

The pub looked like any other from the façade, it was called the Lion and Unicorn and standing outside the front of the building I began to wonder what we were doing at this particular pub. I could see through the windows that the pub was full of older men, and I could hear from the cacophony of sounds that the customer base was predominantly of Irish extraction. Woodrow led me to a side door, there was a flight of stairs that passed the bar and up to a room above, the door was marked 'Private Party'. The room was large, not as large as Woodrow's flat but still large; there were five men in the room already, a small bar in one corner of the room and a buffet on a trestle table on the opposite side of the room to the bar.

Woody remembered my preference for soft drinks and ordered me a St. Clements, it wasn't half as good as the one he had ordered at the hotel the first time we met but it was still refreshing. The room above the Lion and Unicorn public house was a theatre, a concept that we simply didn't have in Nottinghamshire, they could put on small plays or show films or have parties, the seating had been stacked at the end of the room opposite the stage so the floor was totally uncluttered, well that was apart from the carpet which was very cluttered with the detritus of many years of abuse.

The room began to fill up around ten o'clock, there had been sporadic music played on an old sound system. Hardly disco, but the music was slow and the dancing was interesting. At ten fifteen the lights were turned down to a glimmer, usually at a disco, even with the room lights out there is still plenty of ambient light given off by the disco lighting to see reasonably clearly on the dance floor, this place was different. No lights meant that the dance floor was in almost total darkness, the windows had the blackout curtains, used when showing films, closed and I began to feel quite intimidated by people bumping into Woodrow and I as we danced.

I was guided to the side of the room by Woodrow, we stood talking as best we could over the noise of the music.

"Why have they turned the lights down so much, it's dangerous?" I said to Woodrow.

"Well, new people don't like people seeing them", he replied.

"Seeing them do what?" I asked, I was led to the stage end of the room, Woodrow was searching for something, then he found it and he positioned my hand onto something that was lying in the stage. A pile of clothes, I could make out the course material of a sweater and much softer material of a woman's knickers, then a pair of men's trousers.

"Are they dancing in the nude?"

"Yes, and in thirty minutes or so the lights will go up one notch."

"Why?"

"To allow the new members to get use to dancing in the nude with each other while others are watching them".

I had never heard of anything like this, but then something struck me, I was new, well, not just new to this place, new to the whole 'free sex' lifestyle and really to Woody, we had after all only known each other for three days. I felt Woodrow moving about at my side, he wasn't dancing, then I realised that he was undressing.

"Am I supposed to undress as well?" I asked.

I have to admit to being on the one hand annoyed that I was being taken for granted and on the other hand being mildly turned on by the thought of couples dancing in close proximity to me in the nude.

"No little girl, you don't have to do nothing that you don't want to do, never."

Woodrow took me by the hand into the corner created by the end of the food table and the front of the stage, I was bumped into by someone, my hand brushed against very soft flesh, a woman had collided with me, her hand touched my bottom at the same time that mine brushed against hers and she withdrew quickly as she realised that I was fully dressed.

Woodrow and I danced for twenty minutes or so, most of the dances were slow, some were bump and grind, because of the fact that Woodrow was so much taller than I, the fact that I only had my one inch high work shoes on and the fact that Woodrow was particularly well endowed and hard as a flag staff, while we danced the bump and grind dances I could feel the tip of Woodrow's cock brushing the underside of my breasts through the course material of the Rugby shirt.

A buzzer sounded in between two records

"Well it's time to go I guess", Woody said.

"I thought you said that the lights would go up a notch, why is it over?"

"After this record the lights will go up a little but we will have to go first!"

"Why? Is it because I am still dressed?"

"Yes, but this isn't to pressurise you in any way, the whole point of these evenings is to 'acclimatise' new members into the club at their own pace, so it is perfectly okay for us to go now and maybe try again another time!"

"Do I have to be totally nude?"

"No, for the next stage you can keep your panties on, we could dance for another thirty minutes and then go before the lights are turned up more".

I unfastened the large silver belt buckle and placed the mockery of a belt on the edge of the food table, the Rugby shirt was next to be discarded, to join the belt at the end of the buffet. I watched as a few couples left the room and then the lights went up to quarter brightness. I could see that there were already people fully nude, mostly the men but a few of the women were too, many more dancing in their underwear.

While the lights were out the room had filled slightly, there were around twenty couples dancing on the main floor and a few single men standing chatting in three small groups. The thing that was most noticeable about all of the men that I could see clearly was the fact that they were all incredibly well endowed, not all as well as Woodrow but all bigger than I was used to seeing. The next record started and Woody moved in on me and started the rhythmic movement that was dancing, very slow dancing, very close and personal dancing.

Woodrow's cock felt even harder now as it pressed against my stomach during the close order dancing. We spun and swayed and eventually danced our way out of the corner and into the main body of the room, there were no accidental collisions now, there was enough light for everyone to avoid each other.

Half way through the third record a white man wandered over to Woodrow and I, he had been standing talking to three other single men but he had been watching Woodrow and I for two of the three records. He walked right up to the back of Woodrow and placed his right hand on Woodrow's left shoulder, Woodrow looked back and said, "Hi Jerry."

Then he turned back to me and said, "Tracey, this is Jerry, Jerry this is Tracey!"

Jerry had taken the opportunity of the introduction to peer over Woodrow's shoulder and have a good look at my semi naked body, he made no attempt to hide the fact that after taking in every inch of my frontal elevation he shifted position slightly so that he could look down my back. Jerry had begun to match our rhythm, still with his right hand resting on Woodrow's shoulder and at a point in the record where the more flamboyant dancers had spun their partners around Jerry spun himself around and now he was standing behind me, facing me and he was taking up Woodrow and my rhythm again.

I felt Jerry's right hand now resting on my right shoulder and his left hand on my hip, Jerry and Woodrow were now forming the bread and I the filling in a human sandwich. I could feel Jerry's cock pressing into the small of my back, he was four inches shorter than Woodrow and his member wasn't quite as long so it felt quite odd to have the head of one cock touching up under my breasts and another feeling like it was eight inches lower pressing into the small of my back.

Woodrow kissed up my neck until his mouth was next to my ear, "Are you okay?"

I nodded my response.

"I think Jerry would like to dance with you."

I pulled my head away from Woodrow and looked puzzled, Woodrow pulled me back so that my ear was back in contact with his mouth.

"You can say no, you can stop anything at any time, this is your night, but it would be nice if you had a little dance with Jerry as well as me."

If I was at home in Nottingham, at a normal disco, with normal people, dressed normally, I would have thought nothing of dancing a few dances with Harry's friends. The main difference was that I was fully dressed at a normal disco and everyone knew that Harry was quite a jealous man and would be watching every step to ensure no liberties were taken.

That record finally stopped and in the dying chords Woodrow spun me in a slow pirouette on the end of his finger, when I stopped turning I was facing Jerry, I knew I could have said no, but I got the feeling that this was all part of Woodrow's generous nature, willing to share everything, but did that include me?

Fortunately the fourth record wasn't a bump and grind, but it was still a slow dance, Jerry held me tight to his body, I could feel his heat pressing against my stomach.

"What was it like?" Jerry asked me.

"I think it's quite nice here", I lied.

"No, not here, what was your first time with the Woodster like?"

"What?"

"You don't have to be shy here, the whole point about this place is total openness, did Woodrow manage to get right inside you?"

I knew that I was blushing once again, I also knew that over the last few weeks I had blushed less and less at more and more extreme situations, I was becoming desensitised to sexual situations but Jerry coming out with questions like that out of the blue was still able to turn me momentarily scarlet.

"It's not that easy for a guy as big as Woodrow to make it all the way in without help!"

"What kind of help?"

"Well like Ray over there, ten inches long but his cock is as thin as a pencil, lots of guys ask him to go first, after he has paved the way they might ask me to go second, I'm not as long as Ray but I can open up the passageway for someone as big as Woodrow!"

I felt the blush rising once again as Jerry continued.

"I'm really impressed, not many women could take Woodrow from a standing start like you."

I pushed Jerry away from me, "How come you know all about it?"

"Woodrow was really proud about you, couldn't help himself, he went straight on the web as soon as he got in his office and boasted about you."

"My God, how many people know about me?"

"Everyone in this room and all the members that don't come to introduction evenings like this, probably four hundred men altogether country wide."

Woodrow rescued me from Jerry at the end of the record and we danced the next record alone.

"I'm a little peed off with you!" I said.

"Why baby?"

"You told everyone what we did the other day in the hotel."

"I told you that I had told my buddies at the JH Club. It's a sharing thing; some of these guys only get to go once a year if they are lucky. Everyone thinks it's so wonderful to have a huge dick and the girls fall over themselves to get between the sheets with you but believe me, more turn and run than stop to try and those that do try less than half make it happen."

I remembered that he had told me that he had told his mates, but I hadn't realised that he had told, like four hundred men about us, I did feel a little guilty that I had been a little terse with Woodrow and very sharp with Jerry too. Woodrow was pulling back now, we seemed to be heading back into the food corner, dancing closer to my, borrowed clothing.

"Would you like to call it a night now?" Woodrow asked.

"What time does it go on to?"

"Late, very late."

I took a hold on Woodrow and began to dance again, "I quite like dancing with you", I said.

"Well it's more a sharing experience, tonight that is, were not just here to dance, well dance and get naked, it all about sharing our bounty with those less fortunate!"

I didn't fully comprehend what Woodrow was getting at but I knew that he was a little on edge and then there was the buzzer again and the last record of the set.

I noticed that the single men that had been standing around in groups were now making a beeline for different couples on the dance floor, Jerry had begun to walk towards Woodrow and me but the icy look on Woodrow's face had turned him away and he was now being introduced to another new female member by her escort.

"Am I really going to hate the next part of the evening so much that you have to run me out of here?"

"Probably."

"Why?"

"Well, the way we met, what we did, the way you were up for trying it before we went to sleep in the hotel bedroom. Well, let's say that I thought you were further along your life's journey but now I don't think you are quite ready for the ultimate sharing experience yet!"

Woodrow was searching for his Chino's on the front of the stage, it took him only seconds to be fully dressed, it took me even less time. As we walked toward the door Jerry said, "Sorry you're going, the evening's just about to brighten up!"

Woodrow rushed me out of the room as the lights went up to full brightness, I managed to see that a few of the single men were busily helping to undress the female half's of the couples and more, then the door closed and the scene vanished completely.

We hailed a black cab and Woodrow took me home to his crazy flat, his two flatmates were in the process of getting ready for bed, Gary said, "Wow you're home early" as he looked at his watch.

"Maybe another time", Woodrow said.

I followed Woodrow up the open plan stairs and into the open plan sleeping area, I sat on the open plan toilet and Leroy wandered in while I was sitting there and he began to brush his teeth, I gave him one of my best 'disgusted' looks, I really wasn't use to sharing the bathroom with others, especially strangers.

"What you looking at, never seen a body brush his teeth before?" Leroy said in his campest voice.

I joined Woodrow in his bed, I was a little uncertain that he actually still wanted me to, Gary had placed the Japanese screen around two sides of Woodrow's bed so that for the most part the bed was un-overlooked. Leroy had very nice pyjamas on for bed but Woodrow and Gary both slept in the nude, Gary was definitely not a member of the JH Club. I still had my thong on when I hopped into bed, Woodrow turned to cuddle me.

"Do I have to promise to be good all night?"

"Why?"

"Because we are not alone!"

"Well I'd prefer not to have an audience… But!" I whispered.

Woodrow fumbled in the dark for his little blue tube of lubricant, I was propped up against a pile of pillows and I felt him empty the tube inside of me, just as he did before, he lifted my knees against my breasts, as he did before. There was a slight difference this time though, the last time it was daylight and I could see everything, this time it was black as pitch and I could see nothing. I listened to the sounds of Gary and Leroy, it sounded like they were both sleeping, well from the rhythm of their breathing it did, I doubted if I cared one way or the other in all honesty, not seeing what Woodrow was doing was spoiling things for me so I whispered, "Can you put a light on or something?"

"Aren't you worried that someone might see?"

"No!"

Woodrow turned on the bedside lamp and I blinked as I tried to get accustomed to the light again. I loved seeing Woodrow kneeling between my thighs, even though my back was bent double again and I knew that would soon become uncomfortable.

As soon as the light went on I realised that Gary at least wasn't actually asleep and Leroy was probably still awake. I also realised that the way the screen had been positioned meant that I couldn't see the rest of the room but most of my body would now be visible to both of the room's other occupants. I had thought, and usually it would have been right, that it would have been the top half of my body that was in danger of being overlooked, as the rest of me should have been snugly covered by the king-sized duvet but now, because of how Woodrow had positioned me only my head was screened from view.

Woodrow was waiting for the lubricant that was leaking out of my vagina, forming a ring spreading out over my labia to suddenly recede, telling him that the lubricant had worked its way into my cervix and begun the process that would allow him full access to my body. Woodrow looked like a proud, black, stallion poised as he was on his knees between my thighs with his flagpole of a cock in his hand, slowly pulling his foreskin back and forth, his cock-head a scant few millimetres from my womanly flower. Woodrow leaned forward as the ring of lubricant began to fall back into my body and he began to massage his cock-head through what was left of the lubricant, it felt so nice, just teasing the entrance of my pussy that way and was a pleasant reminder of the previous time he fucked me.

I was waiting expectantly for him to push his huge cock deep into my body, that would signal him releasing my legs so the pressure on my back would ease too and then the rocking to allow him entry into my inner sanctum but he didn't do it like that this time. After his cock-head was covered in a generous amount of lubricating fluid he moved his cock down slightly and began to press it against my anal muscle, he wasn't actually trying to penetrate me there, he was just transferring the lubricant from one place to the other using his cock as the carrier.

"What are you doing there?" I whispered.

"Just seeing if you like it" he said.

I didn't know if I would like it or not, only one man had ever fucked that place before and he was tiny.

"Mmm, it's nice and tight, if I take it really slow you'll enjoy it, and if you ever get pregnant it will mean I can still have fun, that's if you would let me try it in there!"

In the past I had been dead against the whole concept of anal sex but I had offered to let Harry do it to me just a few days earlier and I had allowed a total stranger to fuck me up there after Harry fucked it up. As Woodrow's cock pressed against that most dirty of places all kinds of bad things were running through my mind but mostly because of Woodrow's size. I was amazed at how casually Woodrow was approaching the prospect of engaging in anal sex with me; he hadn't told me he was going to try anything like it. He hadn't even asked me where I stood on the whole idea of anal sex or even if I had any kind of objections to him trying.

There is something about a new affair, a new lover, you, kind of don't want to say or do anything to stop your new love from doing something that he obviously wants to do, so long as it isn't something that you have a firmly held belief is wrong. I didn't have that strong a feeling one-way or the other, just the worry about the pain and the dirty aspect of it all. I gritted me teeth, metaphorically speaking, at the first sign of pain I would call a halt, if it all got too messy I would call a halt, if I suddenly felt too grossed out to continue I would call a halt. Failing all the above I would allow Woodrow to pleasure himself and at the same time, hopefully, pleasure me too.

I was being hyper critical, each twinge that I felt I asked myself if that was pain or not, I almost wanted it to hurt so that I could call a halt and get back to the serious pleasure of being monstrously fucked by Woodrow's monstrously large dick. Woodrow was, as I expected he would be, gentle and considerate in his attempt to invade my ass, I watched as just the absolute tip of his cock-head was being massaged against my anal muscle, I watched as the lubricant worked it's magic and began to part the brown sea and open my anus a little more with each pleasant press of his cock-head into my anal muscle.

And then he was gone, the suddenness of his departure came as a shock, he was back though within a second, he had a colourful box in his hands, something called a 'butt plug' according to the box, and yet another little blue tube of lubricant. "This would be much better if it was being done for the first time by someone like Ray from the club" Woodrow said. I remembered seeing Ray, he had a long cock but it was very thin, I could imagine how someone like that would be a boon for a first timer to anal sex.

Woodrow pressed the tube against my cunny lips and emptied half into my pussy again and then he placed the tube against my anal muscle and fired the rest into that orifice. He worked very fast to put the rubber stopper into my bottom, I caught only a quick glance at the prosthetic, it didn't look anything like a man's penis which is what I expected it to look like, it was more like a baby's pacifier but without the traditional ring to fasten a ribbon through to pin on to a baby's clothes or around its neck. The plug was as thick as Harry's cock but a lot shorter and it was pinched in at its base with a broad, flat, flange, to stop it continuing into the anal tract, further than intended.

Woodrow once again jumped from the bed, "Stay in that position if you can baby girl", he said as he left me momentarily.

I heard water filling the sink in the bathroom area and when Woodrow came back he was drying his cock with a towel, he had only pressed his cock-head into my bottom a fraction of an inch and he had washed himself before he tried anything else, I was very impressed.

Woodrow did everything from that point onward almost exactly the same as he had done the previous time we had sex, pushed himself into me as hard as he could, I watched the lubricant fire out from between his cock-shaft and my vaginal wall, this time it wasn't half so impressive, I must have looked disappointed as Woodrow said, "You are a little looser this time, I have already stretched you once, that's why we didn't get the same jet as before!"

Woodrow wasn't whispering, I realised that there were now four people involved in our sexual act, two enjoying the feeling, the participation, the joy and two just taking voyeuristic pleasure in the darkened room beyond my sight, beyond the slight cover of that ornate Japanese screen. Woodrow released his hold on my legs so that the strain was taken off of my lower back and a little comfort restored to me. I was waiting for the rocking this time, it didn't take me by surprise this time, didn't want to make me giggle inwardly, I had felt the pleasure that Woodrow could inflict with his rather unique method of entering me so totally and completely, it was no laughing matter, it was pleasure of such a high magnitude that it demanded to be taken seriously. I even found myself reaching my climax faster than I did before, my body knew what would happen as my cervix went into spasm during my orgasm and it was driving me on all by itself, trying to force the issue and allow Woodrow's cock to begin its wonderful journey into my womb.

My climax washed over me, and suddenly there was a pop, almost an audible pop, it was Woodrow's cock breaking into my cervix, his cock suddenly jumped an inch and a half further into my body, where the previous time it entered that final tract in quarter inch steps that took almost an hour from first contact to 'balls against the bottom'. I thought that if it hadn't been for the fact that Woodrow had to reposition himself to continue his progress inwardly he might have jumped further into me than he did. Total penetration took only a few minutes instead of the hour a few days earlier and then Woodrow and I rested. My legs were placed down on to the bed, I didn't want to lower them, I would have preferred to have hooked my heels over the small of Woodrow's back and let him ride me in that position.

My new position felt strange, and it meant that I couldn't watch Woodrow fuck me as I did before and the straightening out of my body altered the pressure dynamic on my lower body, the junction between cock and pussy. Woodrow placed the palm of my hand onto my own stomach and then he began to move in and out a fraction of an inch, the movement was transferred to the palm of my hand, it felt like my stomach was being invaded by Woodrow's cock and I could feel the subtle movements transferred to my palm. It took just a few delicate movements of Woodrow's cock in my pussy to drive me over the edge of my next orgasm.

Woodrow was fucking me almost the same way as a much smaller man would, he wasn't concerned if he pulled back too far this time and slipped out of my womb, I realised that if he did he would be able to get back into his target without any difficulty. I was being driven to higher and higher climactic states, I was making far too much noise and the more noise I made the more Woodrow increased his speed and power, my head was shaking from side to side, I had lost most of my reason and was close to losing my consciousness too when Woodrow suddenly slowed down and allowed me to catch my breath.

I lay panting; the slow climb down from such dizzy climactic heights took a long time and as I climbed down Woodrow was just moving slightly so that our skin contact was allowing his cock the stimulation it would need to keep hard, to keep delicious contact inside my body. We had been fucking for twenty minutes although it seemed like an hour.

"Well baby girl, you ready for me to wash you out again?"

"Oh yes! Please fill me up totally," I said.

Woodrow began to fuck me, he built up his speed and was pistoning into my body, his bedsprings were complaining bitterly as he pounded into me. I had one, then two, then three and finally four orgasms in rapid succession before I had a system overload and my mind re-booted itself and all faded to black.

I woke up as Woodrow carried me from his bed and into the bathroom, my eyes fell on Gary and Leroy, they were sitting up in bed, I could see that they both had huge mounds in their duvets right over their hard cocks. Woody carried me still connected to his cock, it was growing soft now and I could feel it slipping out a little with each step he took. He just managed to hold me over the toilet as his cock finally slipped from my body and, because of the way I was being held as soon as my vagina was vacated I watched as a flood of cum and lubricant ran out of my pussy.

Gary slipped in behind Woodrow and I felt his fingers fumbling around my bottom, I was way past caring what happened to me, I had just had my brains fucked out of me. Gary pulled the plug from my bottom with one swift movement and I watched as a brown liquid poured from my bowels, I knew that it was mainly the lubricant but I still watched as my body expelled it. Woodrow kissed me tenderly, "Would you like to make Gary's night too?" he asked.

I could hear that Gary was washing the rubber plug, cleaning all the detritus off of it, all I was capable of was a nod of my head and Woodrow turned around, I had my arms linked around Woodrow's neck and my legs around his waist. Gary moved up behind me and I felt his average sized cock press against my anal muscle and my body offered him no resistance at all and he slipped his cock into me in one fluid movement. I looked toward the half height wall with Leroy's bed beyond, he was sitting watching me being ass fucked and he was masturbating himself as he watched.

I had melted into Woodrow's neck as Gary fucked my arsehole, he wasn't gentle but it didn't matter. I felt Gary stiffen up, he was grunting obscenities, he was very close to filling my bottom just as Woodrow had done to my womb a few minutes earlier. I didn't exactly feel Gary fill my ass with his hot cum, there was a feeling but that's all, a feeling like being washed over, like a filling, a pressure but different, I guess that the first time a girl gets her ass filled it is hard to separate all the feelings and the emotions, as Gary pulled his cock out of my bottom he quickly replaced it with the rubber plug.

From getting into Woodrow's bed to play to getting back in it to sleep was over in ninety minutes, the only one who hadn't had a wonderful fuck was Leroy and I had watched him wash his duvet in man juice at the instant that Gary flushed my bowel with his own hot enema. And finally sleep fell upon me like a great weight, pinioning me to the mattress of Woodrow's bed.

The morning was a mad dash; there is no way that I could keep doing the whole late night thing, even if it was such a delicious late night as I actually had.

My blushing began with walking toward the bathroom and seeing Gary sitting there doing his business, he was in the nude, I had the Rugby shirt on that I had worn the night before, Gary was totally comfortable with me seeing him on the loo and I was mortified. I even went to turn back and scuttle to the relative safety of the Japanese screen.

"Don't be silly, come back and do whatever it is you need to do," Gary said. I stopped and considered things. If I was right Gary and Leroy both watched as I was fucked during the night, the only thing that had been hidden from them was my face, I was being silly, it is only a body; I was certain sure that Gary had seen a thousand in his time. I showered, every so often I had the reminder that I wasn't alone, Leroy followed Gary on the toilet, Woodrow brushed his teeth and then climbed into the shower with me and shared the water stream with me, we even fooled around a little in the hot water, Woodrow ploughed a tiny furrow in my pussy while he soaped my breasts from behind.

I wanted him to climax too but he told me there was little chance of him reaching his orgasm from a quick 'stand up' in the shower. I felt a little bad because he had given me my pleasure and I wanted to give him is in return but even my offer of hand relief was turned down. "It'll keep until the next time we can be together", Woodrow said. Well that goes most of the way to explaining why the morning was a rush, in more ways than one.

I was dropped off at the car park near Staples Corner, handed over my ticket to the guard who opened the large mesh gates so that I could collect my car in time to fight my way north on the motorway. My phone rang within minutes of me entering motorway mode, that state where, hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the blood stops flowing. Your eyes stop blinking, just in case something happens in that split second that your eyelids are down. Your foot turns to lead and your accelerator and break peddles act like on and off switches, or rather stop and go buttons.

I chatted to Woodrow for the whole of my journey to the office and Woodrow congratulated me on getting there on time. I hadn't had a chance to look at the clock so I didn't know if I was late or early, I assumed late because of the rush out of Woodrow's flat and the crawl of the traffic from Woodrow's flat to Staples Corner. I blew kisses down the phone at Woodrow and hung up on him. As I walked through the main entrance, thirty seconds to spare, my phone rang again.

"Where the hell have you been?" the voice barked out of the earpiece.

"And good morning to you too Harry, how are you today?"

Harry was furious, he had wanted me for something the previous evening and because I didn't have my phone on and I hadn't let him know where I was staying he wasn't able to do some mythical thing. In my mind I just thought, ' he wasn't in control of me, that's what his problem was '.

I worked hard all day, I noticed a text message on my cell phone when I broke off for lunch, it said, "Hi baby girl, come and play at my flat tonight again, love Woody."

I sent my reply, "Orders from he who thinks he is the boss of me, I have to go home tonight, he has a fig up his ass!"

I expected a response while I ate my lunch but didn't get one.

I spent the whole afternoon checking to see if I had received a response to my text to Woodrow but nothing came, at four-fifty in the afternoon I sent an email to Harry, "Sorry darling, pressure of work means I have to work late this evening and start early in the morning so I'll be stopping over in the same hotel as last night, love Tra."

I knew he still didn't know the name of the hotel I had supposedly stopped in the previous evening and I knew that within seconds of receiving the email Harry would be on the phone to me, so I turned my phone off.

I used all of my powers of recollection to work my route back to Woodrow's flat; it took me far longer than it took him to get from Staples Corner to his flat which meant that it was almost eight-thirty by the time I reached it. Boy was I in for a shock, the first of two as it turned out, Woodrow, having been told by me that I would be going home and it being Thursday night and he having little or no work to do in the office until Monday had decided to slope off early and head up north to spend a long weekend with his family. "Shit", was about all I could say, I turned and walked back to my car even though Gary and Leroy both urged me to stay.

It was midnight by the time I got home, I couldn't park on the drive as there were two cars on the drive already, because of the road we lived on, I couldn't park outside over-night either, I had to find a space in the road at the back and walk along one of the many footpaths that cut through from the estate behind us.

The house was in total darkness, the sink was full of pots, someone had cooked a lavish meal, I didn't tiptoe up stairs exactly but I didn't put the light on or do anything that would be a tell-tale to the fact that I was home. I could make out the sound of sex coming from my bedroom, easing the door open slightly I caught sight of Harry's arse pounding up and down as he screwed a woman in our bed. I couldn't play the righteous indignation card, I had, after all been fucking my way around quite a few men recently myself.

It was fortunate that the couch was so comfortable, I slept well, better that the previous night, but then the previous night I had plenty of entertainment so as not to notice the lack of sleep so much. I woke with the dawn light streaming through the living room window. It was only five thirty so I decided to be a good wife and wash the pots and cook a nice breakfast. I had heard the bed creaking when I fell asleep and I woke at three am to the sounds of tired bedsprings complaining of their over working, I had assumed that the fucking had been uninterrupted and also assumed that after a night of bedroom Olympics both Harry and his guest would be ravenous by breakfast time.

I don't know who was more shocked, Harry or his friend, when I walked in with a large tray with two cooked breakfasts, tea and toast, marmalade and butter. I left the room with as little fuss as possible, Harry, on the other hand managed to tip the breakfast all over the bed in his rush to get out of bed, into his pyjamas and out of the room after me in the shortest possible time.

"Tracey, Darling, it's all a..."

I stopped Harry mid-sentence, "Harry, that poor woman gave her all last night, the least you can do is have breakfast with her and not embarrass her while you try to placate me by explaining that it meant nothing!"

Harry was stunned into silence. I went to the kitchen and ate my breakfast, I didn't usually have a large breakfast but I did like to make guests feel welcome and push the boat out for them. Harry was in the bathroom when 'the other woman' came into the kitchen with the breakfast tray.

"Oh, you needn't have bothered, I'd have brought that down later", I said.

I watched the woman's eyes scan the sink and draining board, she realised I had washed their dinner pots. She blushed a little as she said, "I have to say you're taking this much better than I would have."

I thanked her, I couldn't do any other, I wasn't fuming, boiling up with jealousy or rage. It was, after all, just sex.

There was a long pause, the woman was obviously in need of something, I thought coffee, usually does the trick but in fact I think she was waiting for the fight that she thought she deserved. We both spoke at the same time, I asked if she wanted more coffee and she told me that her name was Sarah, she extended her hand to me, the way new acquaintances would while shaking her head in response to my question on the coffee requirements.

"How long have you and Harry been friends?" I asked.

"Not long." Was the reply, not long, but long enough for Harry's friends at Boot's to think that she, rather than me, was married to Harry.

"You sure you don't want a coffee? I was going to have a sit for ten minutes before I go to work", I said.

"Oh okay then if it isn't too much trouble" Sarah said.

There was something to be said for Sarah's demeanour, she was the 'other woman', she was caught out and now she was going to take her punishment, funny, I was going to say like a man but it was obviously like a woman as the man in this equation was hiding himself, keeping out of the line of fire.

"I was expecting you to scratch my eyes out," Sarah said after blowing her coffee into the middle of next week.

"Why?"

"It's not every day a woman comes home in the morning to find another woman in her bed with her husband".

I smiled my sweetest smile, nodded toward the dishevelled couch, "I came home last night", I said.

Sarah went the exact shade of red that I was thinking of painting the living room wall which the sun his most during the day, pity I couldn't drag her off to a Dulux Colouriser machine and get a gallon of paint mixed to match her face.

"Oh my god, that's much worse."

"Why?"

"Well..." I stopped Sarah.

"It's okay, really it is, I thought you did admirably up there, I doubt that I could have managed over three hours in one position with Harry the way that you did and still sound, convincingly, like I was enjoying it".

We sat in silence until six-fifteen, I stood up, Sarah jumped to her feet as if in readiness for the eruption that a wife was expected to achieve with her husband's 'bit of fluff'.

"Time for work", I said.

Sarah relaxed visibly; Harry was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs.

"I'm off to work now darling, if you get home before me tonight could you make a start on cleaning the guest room out for me!" I smiled my best smile at him as I pecked him on the cheek.

I was at Leicester, junction twenty-one at seven o'clock when my phone rang, I didn't recognise the number on the screen but as the phone was set to auto answer I just said "Hi, who's that?"

It was Woodrow; phone problems had meant that he couldn't phone me as we both drove northward the previous evening.

"Where are you now?" I asked.

"At my mother's for the weekend."

"So you don't have a Mrs. Woodrow tucked out of the way up north?"

"Well my mother is actually Mrs. Woodrow" I told him all about finding my way to his flat the previous evening, he apologised for not being there and I stopped him from explaining why he wasn't, then I told him about catching Harry, 'in-flagrante-delicto'.

"Does that mean you can come up to my mother's for the weekend?"

I explained that I wasn't going to use this situation as a stick to beat Harry with, after all we were both guilty of fracturing our marriage vows. "But I'll be free any night during next week if you want to invite me down sometime." I said.

I had just turned into the car park at work, "I'll expect a message from you if you want me to sleep over with you one night", and I hung up the phone.

It took two minutes to walk from the car park to the office and as I walked through the outer door my phone sounded to tell me that I had received a text message, I stopped to read it, "Tracey, please come to my flat in London on Monday after work, Woody." My phone beeped to say I had new messages all the way to my desk, the message was exactly the same except the day changed, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and on and on until the SMS memory on my telephone overflowed and my cell phone died.

My strategy plan was formulated quickly, I had been putting four hundred pounds a week into my special car fund, that money was the excess travel expenses that my company was paying me so that I had the choice of travelling every day between Nottingham and Northampton or to stop over-night in a hotel, I was receiving five hundred pounds a week and the petrol cost me around fifty pounds so every week I was putting the excess into a new bank account to pay, eventually, for a new car. For the first time in my life I actually had enough money to do things that I wanted to do on a whim. I telephoned talking pages from work, "I know it's there, it's a small company, 'The Bed Shop', or 'Bedfordshire', something like that, yes, Arnold, it's in Nottinghamshire. I know it's not a lot of help but it's all I know, it's about the third shop in on the left on Cross Street". I eventually got the number, I ordered a bed, there was a double bed for one hundred and fifty that they could deliver today, I chose one for seven hundred and fifty, my new car would have to wait two weeks, I offered to pay extra if the bed could be delivered at six o'clock, the assistant told me that it would be their pleasure to deliver the bed at six pm.

My day flew past; I wasn't doing much work, more planning what I needed to do. I worked through my lunch and left at three o'clock for the slow crawl back to Nottingham, because I was a little earlier than usual I actually arrived home just after five. I basically de-junked the spare bedroom into the box room and by six o'clock there was enough floor space for the delivery men to squeeze the new bed into the smaller of our main bedrooms. It was a squeeze too, the bed had a huge headboard, "Part of the package madam" the delivery driver said, let that be a lesson to me, don't buy anything over the phone without knowing exactly what it is you're getting. On its own the headboard looked hideous but when the divan base was installed it looked a little less out of place and with the mattress on it looked almost okay.

"Excuse me, What are the cables for?" I asked the delivery man

"Heated pad and massage", he said.

"Heated pad and massage!" I repeated.

"All part of the package madam" was his stock response.

I realised why the bed had to have the overly large headboard with built in cupboards, it needed someplace for the 'environmental control centre', the heated pad control and the 'Therapeutic enhancement module', the massage unit. There was also an alarm clock radio/CD player unit too and a built in light on each side, the complete sleep centre for the person who wants to get everything to do with bedtime in one package. I dressed the bed before finishing off the de-cluttering. It was seven o'clock and Harry still wasn't home from work, I guessed it was either cowardice, his inability to face me after I caught him out, or more like he didn't want to have to tidy the spare bedroom, he expected me to get home at around seven and he would turn up at a quarter past.

I had a small bet with myself, if I won, I'd go out for a night on the town, if I lost I would let Harry fuck me tonight. Fourteen minutes past seven, fourteen minutes and fifteen seconds, my watch was mocking me, its second hand was turning so slowly that each second was surly a minute. Harry's key turned in the lock at the same instant as she second hand swept on to the twelve. I burst out laughing; it was frightening how predictable Harry could be.

Harry was amazed at the transformation I had made in the spare bedroom, my bedroom from that point on. Harry was all apologetic, 'one off thing', never happen again, all the old crap.

"I do hope you're wrong Harry!"

"What, why?"

"I hope you're wrong about it all being over between you and Sarah, I quite liked her, she looked like she was enjoying herself under you, you should keep her, I think she's good for you". I eased Harry out of my room and closed the door, ' what a pity you were so predictable Harry, your loss! ' I thought to myself.

I phoned Sandy to see if she was up for a night on the town, no baby sitter unfortunately, but she did know of a party that should be good, it was starting at a small back street club in the city centre and it would eventually move on to a disused warehouse.

"Aren't those things illegal?"

"Sure, but legal usually means no fun, where as illegal is usually fun to the max."

"Do I need a ticket?"

"No, I'll ring up for you and leave your name on the door," sorted.

As I showered and changed I thought back, just a few weeks ago I wouldn't have gone out to the shops at night alone, all the experiences I had over the past few weeks and now I was willing to go to a city centre party, totally alone, and with the prospect of not finding anyone at the party that I knew. I actually thought twice about going, I would probably not meet anyone I got along with either.

I was standing at the bus stop still arguing with myself about not going, I could just get off the bus at the White Horse, I was sure to meet someone in there that I knew, have a quiet drink and then home to bed for an early night. So why was it that I had already hobbled past the White Horse on my ridiculously high heels? The small club adjective wasn't lost, the place was certainly a club, and it was extremely small. It was what I would describe as a closed club, not that it wasn't open, you had to have a ticket to get in, it wasn't a place that anyone could just walk into off of the street, I mentioned my name to the doorman, he checked his list and opened the door for me.

The sound system almost knocked me off of my feet as the door opened; wow this would give me a headache if I stopped in too long. ' Just a quick drink and I'll head off home ' I said to myself. The room was packed, thick smoke hung in the air, it wasn't just cigarette smoke either, it was far too thick and far too sickly sweet, weed, ganja, skunk, reefer, everyone was openly smoking cannabis resin, okay, maybe not a quick drink, I'd be better off just going.

On my way to the door I was grabbed by an Afro-Caribbean guy, he didn't ask, he just pulled me onto the dance floor and began to dance with me. Women were definitely in the minority at this club and women on their own seemed as rare as rocking horse shit!

After the music ended my self-appointed escort led me to a seat, he almost pushed me into the seat, which was a long, padded bench seat that was open at one end and against a wall at the other. The table was out of the way of the main room, a dark corner with few people around, unlike the dance floor which was packed like sardines in a can. The guy was making small talk but not necessarily to me, he just liked the sound of his own voice, he was constantly scanning the main room beyond our little corner, looking for someone or something important.

Suddenly, my escort leapt to his feet, he went through all that 'tribal' ritual greeting that one Afro-Caribbean man does when meeting one of his 'homies'. I tried to use the distraction to make a move and slip out behind the man but he must have had eyes in the back of his head as he had my wrist before I got three feet away. He introduced me to his friend, Simon, he didn't introduce Simon to me though and Simon didn't seem interested in knowing my name, I managed to pick up on the fact that my captor's name was Isaac, just from his conversation with Simon.

"You wan-a drink?" Isaac asked, I didn't answer, I didn't know his question was aimed at me as he wasn't looking in my direction. I only realised that I was expected to answer when the grip on my wrist tightened, I said, "No!" but this was obviously the wrong answer as the grip again tightened, "St Clements please" I blurted out.

Simon was dispatched to the bar to fetch the drinks, I watched him as well as I could, I saw him have a laugh with the barman and both of them looked over at me and had a good belly laugh once again. I was eased into the seat once again, there were two places and it was quite comfortable but when Simon rejoined us he also sat on our side of the table which suddenly became squashed and uncomfortable. I took a few sips from my St Clements and Isaac began to empty small bags from his pockets, there was a sudden rush as people were clamouring to buy something from Isaac, I guestimated that three thousand pounds crossed the table in around fifteen minutes and a hundred or so little bags went the other way. Simon did absolutely nothing the whole time, he just sat with one hand inside his jacket the whole time. Isaac told me to drink up, he still hadn't looked at me and Simon stood up and stood in front of Isaac and I, best estimate I could make was that Simon was the shop door, and the shop was now closed. I did however notice that when Simon stood up there was something very large and black under his jacket, ' My God, it was the grip of a gun and Simon was now standing with his hand resting on it '.

I had never been involved in anything like this before, my head began to spin and even though I was drinking my St. Clements I was feeling thirstier not less thirsty. I knew that Nottingham had both a drug problem and a firearms problem and that the two were synonymous with each other.

Isaac pulled my arm, he was already standing and I hadn't even felt him move. I began to follow him, well I felt that I was following him but I still hadn't moved, eventually I was pulled bodily from my seat. Isaac was on one side of me, and Simon on the other. I was guided out of the club and into the cold street beyond.

A sleek black BMW Alpina pulled up at the curb-side as soon as the three of us stepped out of the club. I was bundled into the back, Isaac got in by my side and Simon in the front next to the driver.

I was totally awake, fully aware and was taking everything in, my cell-phone rang after the car had been driving for five minutes, I went to take it out of my handbag to answer it but my arms wouldn't do what my brain was asking them to. I tried to speak, to ask, "What the fuck was going on?" But even my mouth wouldn't work.

Isaac said, "Simon, what say we check out what's under her hood?" There was a flash of white teeth spreading out of the darkness as Simon took up on what his boss had just said. There was a flurry of arm and hand movement from Simon and his hand suddenly stopped in the space between me and the driver, his hand now suddenly still, holding a metal object around seven inches long. The pause was for menacing effect but it was wasted on me, I had no idea what he held in his fingers until the button was pressed and a six inch blade fired out of the handle. ' Oh, that's what a flick knife looks like ', I thought to myself. Isaac took the blade in his left hand, turned towards me and pulled the waistband of my skirt towards him. The blade of the knife was touched against the material of my skirt and it melted through from waistband to hem like a hot knife through butter. Isaac laughed, "Nice taste in skirts but even my gran wouldn't be seen dead in those knickers eh! Simon?" Simon looked over his shoulder and nodded in agreement.

"Marks and Spencer have a lot to answer for, that's why my woman's not allowed to shop there!" Simon said.

Isaac put his fingers into the waste of my knickers and said, "Well let's see if what's inside them is more appealing then."

I watched as the knife blade inched toward the flimsy cotton but the car drew to a halt outside a rather noisy club. The sounds, bright lights and lack of motion of the car took Isaac's attention away from cutting my panties off.

"I would say sit quiet Conchita but I doubt you will be able to make a peep for a few hours!" Isaac had touched the blade of the knife to my jaw as he spoke, there was no pressure, if the blade actually touched my face at all it was like the kiss of a butterfly wing against it but as Isaac handed Simon his knife back I noticed a spot of blood developing on the edge of my jaw line.

Simon exited the car first, his hand resting on the grip of the gun under his coat before he scanned the surroundings for threats and then when satisfied opened Isaac's door. The two men were soon out of my line of sight, the only things I could actually move were my eyes. The driver waited a few minutes to ensure his boss was well ensconced inside the club before reversing back ten yards or so where we sat with the engine running.

During the next fifteen minutes my phone rang three times, it remained unanswered each time and then there was a feeble click, 'the battery must be flat' I thought. The phone clicked a few more times until the driver suddenly gunned the car's engine and leaped to the kerb-side to collect his boss, the engine sound drowning out any further sounds from my dying cell-phone.

"Where were we?" Isaac asked of no one in particular, the flick knife was once again produced from Simons, arsenal like jacket.

My panties were cut down both sides as the car moved swiftly down the road, the driver spoke for the first time, "Do you want me to take the river road boss?"

Isaac slapped the back of his head, "We've got business to take care of first my man, this bitch ain't goin' no place till we're ready to let her!"

The knife pressed to the material at the neck of my top and once again it slipped effortlessly from top to bottom. My top opened like a blouse and the knife was used to slit from cuff to neck on both sides. I was almost nude now, just my lace bra between me and total nudity. Isaac lifted the front of my bra on the edge of the knife, the extra thickness at the point where both cups of my bra met made it resist the knife a little but even that gave in no time, the two thin straps were gone in a fraction of a second.

"Well there, that's what I'm talkin' about, I knew her tits would be worth all the trouble homie, just look at them melons boys!"

The car stopped at a bar, Isaac placed his face menacingly close to my own face, kissed the place where he had cut me the at the previous stop, he pulled his face away so that I could see my blood streaking across his lips and then he kissed me, leaving a thin film of my own blood on my lips. As Simon opened the door this time Isaac wiped his lips on his handkerchief and I was left cold and frightened on the back seat of that powerful car.

The driver repeated his mantra of the previous stop, waiting a minute or so and then reversing thirty feet back along the road. This time though there was a car in the place that the driver wanted to use so he just double parked while he waited. I heard the weak clicks from my phone again once the powerful engine had quietened to a purr.

The driver seemed spooked as a large black Lexus crawled past on the other side of the road. I watched as his hands gripped and released the steering wheel over and over again, there was sweat now, forming all over his forehead as tiny beads. I felt his tension step up another notch as the same car cruised past slowly from behind us.

I saw Simon on the steps leading from the bar, the driver gunned the engine and caused the car's wheels to scream in protest, Simon also reacted on instinct, I saw his gun for the first time, I didn't know much about guns but a gun like that was so common on TV that I doubted that there was anyone in the world who wouldn't recognise an Uzi nine millimetre. When Isaac and Simon got into the car the driver got a crack across his skull for causing tension needlessly. The front of the bar was suddenly crowded with punters all trying to see what had caused the commotion but apart from the most fleeting of glimpses as the door opened no one could see my nudity through the blackened glass of the BMW.

Isaac took a few minutes to compose himself, then he returned his attentions to me, he lifted my left leg, his hand behind my knee, I was telling my legs to close but he was able to 'pose' me as he willed, he grasped the cut edge of the material that had once been my skirt and pulled it towards him, I slid along the seat effortlessly, leaving my right leg where it was. I was almost doing the splits at this point but it wasn't at all uncomfortable. Isaac placed his hand in the small of my back and eased me forward until my bottom was only just on the edge of the back seat. "Now let's see just how tight this bitch is eh boys?"

Isaac jabbed his fingers against my vaginal opening and all four disappeared inside without resistance.

"Fucking bitch, she's a whore, you can have her if you like Simon but I'm not trying a well-trodden path like that!"

Simon shook his head and I saw the drivers eyes open wide through the rear view mirror, I had obviously been downgraded to drivers treat because of Woodrow's huge cock and the way it stretched my womanly flower open.

We pulled up at another bar, as Simon was running through his ritual of checking for threats before opening Isaac's door Isaac told the driver, "Hey gumbo, keep your eyes and your mind on the job, soon as you drop me and Simon off she's all yours, just don't fuck up in the meantime homie!"

As we reversed the customary thirty feet I noticed the front of the Lexus that had already passed us twice, it was parked in a side road opposite the entrance of the club. The driver was much too calm to have noticed it, he divided his time between looking at the door of the bar and at me through the rear view mirror. My cell-phone was clicking like mad now and the driver suddenly heard it over the purr of his engine. He turned and reached over into the back of the car, straining to try and reach my bag. If I had any control over my muscles I would have jumped out of my skin as the barrel of a pistol appeared out of nowhere and pressed into the back of his head, the words, "Armed police don't move" where whispered into his ear and the driver was eased out of the car and moved off by unseen hands.

A police officer in Kevlar helmet and body armour sat in the driver's seat and turned the engine off, I could see that his eyes were flicking from the bar to the rear view mirror, "It'll all be over in a minute madam", he assured me.

I watched as the officer found the button on the ignition key fob to lock the cars doors, then a second press and the doors were double locked and a light blinked on telling the driver and anyone passing that the engine immobiliser had been engaged.

I watched Simon step out of the bar, his attention swiftly focused to the fact that the sleek BMW hadn't leaped to his side, the police man began to turn the ignition key, the engine was turning but not firing up because the immobiliser was on. Simon had once again removed his Uzi from under his jacket and he began to run up the road toward the car. I could see from the look on Isaac's face that he suddenly felt vulnerable, alone on the steps leading down from the bar. As Simon reached the BMW, hurling abuse at the driver for 'fucking up' I watched two men who had been enjoying a quiet drink on the doorstep of the bar turn to Isaac and press their pistols against his chest. Simon suddenly realised that something was very wrong when he couldn't open the passenger door of the BMW, he raised his Uzi towards the window and then he slumped to the floor, he fell before I heard the crack of a high powered riffle somewhere way behind me.

Isaac was protesting his innocence; he had nothing to do with the BMW, nothing to do with the guy that had just been gunned down in the street. I was being wrapped up in a blanket by a female police officer still sitting in the back seat while they moved an ambulance up for me, I managed to whisper, check his handkerchief as I breathed out. The woman looked at the small cut on my jaw-line and the dried blood on my lips and she shouted to her colleagues to check his pocket for a handkerchief. There in Isaac's breast pocket was a linen handkerchief with his initials embroidered on one corner and my blood smeared across another.

I had left the house two hours earlier looking for a little excitement; I had a club and a party in mind, not a club, a rape and a shootout. I recovered in hospital, it took around two hours for me to regain my motor skills after the antidote to Rohypnol, the date rape drug had been injected into me. Sandy was at my side for around an hour of that two hours, she was apologising over and over again, she had felt guilty for setting me up with a free pass into the club and the party that I never got to go to but in her defence, when the doorman from the club phoned her to tell her that he had just seen Isaac and Simon slip me something and take me out of the club, she didn't hesitate but call the police and gave them all the information they needed to trace my cell-phone and to give them a few possible stops on Isaac's route.

Sandy drove me home from the hospital and I spent my first night in my new bed in my new bedroom. Harry was in the marital bed fast asleep and I managed not to wake him.

I was woken on Saturday morning by coffee and toast in bed, I had a pounding headache which Harry put down to drinking too much, I almost bit his head off, in all the years he knew me he had only seen me drink alcohol twice, once when we got engaged and the next time on our wedding day.

When I finally made it into the living room Harry was glued to the local news on TV, a spotty faced youth was being interviewed, he had been standing only fifty feet from the car, he thought it was a black Mercedes or an American car that looked similar.

"I saw this black guy point a gun through the car's window and then the police shot him" the youth said.

He was asked what type of gun the suspect was holding and the youth just shook his head, he had no idea. ' Typical of the younger generation, they don't watch enough TV these days ', I thought to myself.

I mumbled, "It was an Uzi nine millimetre" under my breath to no one in particular.

Harry looked over at me, "Don't be so melodramatic, it was probably a replica cow-boy gun. There'll be all kinds of trouble later on today when the boy's mother goes on TV to tell everyone that her son, a prominent, church going, choir boy or alter boy was just passing a child its toy through that window!" He said.

"Simon was no choir boy" I responded.

"News just in, the young man involved in the shooting outside Bagpus's bar in Nottingham's Saint Ann's district at eleven o'clock last night has been named as Simon Winston. A twenty-five year-old Jamaican gang member wanted by police on various charges of drug dealing aggravated assault and prostitution. Winston recently moved to Nottingham after 'Operation Javelin', a metropolitan police initiative drove several major drugs gangs out of the capital. Two other suspects were taken into custody at the scene of the shooting."

Harry looked over at me, "How did you know the dead man's name was Simon?" He asked.

"Lucky guess!"

I was on my fifth cup of coffee and third pain killer proscribed by the hospital when Sandy arrived; she had offered to drive me into the city to give my statement.

"Good morning, you look like shit!" was Sandy's greeting to me.

"Thanks, love you too!" was my response.

Sandy insisted on helping me to get ready, I didn't feel like dressing up or putting make up on, "I'll bet you haven't even showered yet!" Sandy scolded at me.

I was forced through the shower, quite reminded me of my school days, thirty girls all trying to avoid going through the shower after net-ball and almost being herded through by the gym mistress. Sandy picked out my clothes and helped me to apply my makeup. Harry gave out a wolf-whistle as I walked past him, "Where are you off to all dressed up?" He asked, "Town", was all I said.

I started to recite my recollections from the previous evening as a young police officer wrote the whole thing out freehand, the senior officer in charge was Inspector Baker, he was asking me questions and getting me to clarify points as the young man wrote furiously with a cheap Bic ballpoint pen.

I mentioned that at some point the driver asked if he should take the River Road turning but that Isaac had told him that they had to finish the business before they could have their pleasure. Inspector Baker stopped the hand of the young officer who was writing my dissertation. "We don't have a road in Nottingham called River Road; can you remember where you were when the driver said that?" He said, I nodded my head, "I think so".

The statement taking was suspended at that point and Sandy and I were placed in the back of the large Lexus that I had seen many times during the previous evening.

"Here! It was here, I think when the driver asked if he should turn into River Road" we pulled over and the driver of the car and the inspector both checked a street guide.

"Look, second on the right, the road heads toward the river but stops about a quarter of a mile short, but the old factory units carry on right down to the river" the driver said.

We took the turning, at the end of the road was the disused factory site, the fence and gates seemed intact and the driver of the Lexus was about to turn around when Inspector Baker stopped him. "Go and check that the gate is actually locked."

We watched as the driver turned the padlock's body and the chain fell open. The gates were pushed open, there was a rough mud track the other side of the gate that carried on toward the river, we drove along the track slowly, the Lexus, though powerful and comfortable, wasn't designed for off road use. The driver was about to carry out an 'S' shaped manoeuvre to avoid two potholes when the inspector called out "Stop!"

The two police officers studied the extreme right hand edge of the drive, I heard Inspector Baker say, "Could that be a BMW tyre track?" The driver nodded his head, "Right young man, seal this section of track off, contact SOCO and get a cast of that tyre track made. I'm going on to the river on foot". Sandy and I jumped out of the back of the car and followed the Inspector down the track, he tried to make us stop by the car, could be dangerous and all that. I pointed out that I had come close to death the previous day and that this was almost a walk by the river in comparison. We were still quite a way from the river when the inspector stopped, he pushed Sandy and I against a gatepost, "Don't move from there!" He walked on carefully into the gateway, I could now see what he had spotted from the drive, there was a pile of clothing dumped under the hedgerow at the side of the deserted factory fence. A pen was used to carefully lift the edge of what looked like a skirt, I realised that I could see the belt buckle and zipper, both still closed, the skirt had been cut down the front with a sharp knife.

"Hello, Inspector Baker here sir, I'm calling for a major incident response at the Industrial estate off Colwick Road, I think we need all the SOCO teams we can get, as many feet on the ground too and the helicopter should be in the air, just in case!"

Sandy and I had to remain where we were for a while, we couldn't walk back to the car in case we disturbed crucial evidence. Inspector Baker couldn't leave because he had just declared the whole area a crime scene.

Several officers were rushed to our side, fast tracked in our exact footsteps, following the tracks that our three pairs of shoes had left in the dusty track. The helicopter had made three passes overhead and we could hear the directions being relayed out of many radio loud speakers. Police officers dressed from head to toe in white paper overalls were fanning out carefully to the suspicious spots indicated by the helicopter spotter.

Sandy and I both jumped when the first whistle sounded, we looked out over the field, it looked like a strange crop of semi-human looking flowers dotted around the knee-length grass and weeds An officer was standing with his arm raised in the air blowing a whistle, everyone's attention was on him now, he spoke into his microphone, we clearly heard "Female body sir, badly decomposed", Sandy grabbed me and pulled me closer to her, there were already tears filling her eyes, we just hugged as a second whistle sounded, a little further into the field.

The main search team finally arrived at our position, there were five police officers standing sentinel still, one arm raised to indicate the location of a female body. They dare not move further in fear of disturbing vital evidence around each body. As Sandy and I were lead away small tents were being erected over the location of each body.

At the Lexus, we sat and waited, the track behind us was now blocked by around fifty police vehicles. A huge pantechnicon lorry, converted into a mobile police station was just behind our position. We watched as dog handlers walked past, the track leading to the old factory was like an obstacle course; each remotely significant thing found on the search toward the field of death had been fenced off for later, more thorough examination. Everything and everyone that was needed at the end of the track had to weave its way along that grotesque slalom.

The statement was forgotten about for the time being, there wasn't a police officer in Nottinghamshire that wasn't now involved on the search of the industrial estate, the police had cancelled leave to bring in the off duty officers to maintain law and order on the rest of Nottingham's streets. Sandy and I managed to get dropped off at a pub in the city centre, I had a brandy, I needed something to settle my nerves. There was a TV on in the bar, the local news was making a big thing out of the unfolding events. All scheduled programs had been suspended as news began to trickle through the various agencies.

"This is the BBC news team; unconfirmed reports are coming in that two female bodies have been recovered in the Colwick Park area of Nottingham!" Then a third, a fourth, a fifth and a sixth. There was even a shot on TV, taken at the side of the incident room showing Sandy and I being led from the Lexus to a waiting Police car and the shot of the car racing away from the scene with 'blues and twos" in operation, fortunately the camera wasn't there to record us walking from the car to the Queen's head, a dusty little back street pub. One of the old codgers looked from the image of Sandy and I on TV to the actual Sandy and I standing in the bar next to him but he didn't say anything, people don't in Nottingham, just live and let live.

Sandy's cell-phone rang, there was a problem of some sort at the doctor's surgery where she worked and they were looking for someone with a key to open the building, she explained that she wasn't at home and hung up the phone. Seeing Sandy on her phone reminded me that I had switched my own cell-phone off when I was giving my statement to the police and had forgotten to turn it back on again.

I switched the phone on and typed in my pin number, as soon as the phone had finished working through its set up ritual it rang.

"Hello" I said.

It was Woodrow, "How are you?" there was a lot of tension in his voice.

"I'm okay thanks, what's wrong?"

Woodrow was flabbergasted by my casual demeanour.

"You and some other woman are being splashed over the news every fifteen minutes up here as the probable thirteenth victim of the Colwick Ripper!"

Just then I heard the news item in my telephone earpiece as I saw the newsreader delivering the same news item on the TV in the bar.

"Nottingham drug dealer was found hanged in his cell at Nottingham's central Police headquarters this afternoon. Isaac Newton, a thirty-year-old Jamaican man suspected of dealing in crack cocaine and heroin. Newton is believed to have been arrested late on Friday night and was expected to have been released earlier today when a development in another case resulted in a delay in his release".

There was no photograph of Isaac on the screen, just a picture of the outside of the police station where I had been earlier in the day. The next news item was delivered from the side of the mobile police station in the Colwick area of Nottingham, I heard Woodrow's voice in my ear again, "The bit with you in it is about to be shown again!"

"I know, I'm watching it now", I said.

Police Inspector Baker was standing in front of the incident room's steps, I heard him say that they believed they were looking for twelve bodies, eleven had so far been found hidden in the grounds and outbuildings of a derelict factory unit. The picture of Sandy and I walking past the incident room hugging each other was then shown with a voice over "It is believed that one of these two women was the Colwick Ripper's, intended thirteenth victim. And that it was her evidence that had led Inspector Baker to this spot and its grizzly secret".

Woodrow was all for driving down and picking me up, he wanted to protect me, he told me that he had gone cold at the thought that he had come so close to losing me.

I just said. "I'll see you on Monday at your flat if you're going to be there."

It wasn't good enough for Woodrow but he knew better than to push me further.

The news coverage had been on every station, it was all over the front page of the Evening Standard, little wonder then that my cell-phone battery was drained of power in less than twenty minutes from all the people ringing me up to see if I was really the woman on the TV and in the newspaper. A message was singularly missing from Harry though. I got home and found it empty, Harry arrived an hour or so later, he smelled of sex, he really should have had a shower before leaving Sarah, well I hoped it was Sarah, I would hate to think he was two timing her. It turned out that Harry had followed Sandy and I out earlier and hadn't seen any news items during the day. I had to smile inwardly, the most important news in Nottingham's history since the death of Robin Hood and Harry missed it all.

Before bed I laid out the new ground rules for our marriage, "No I don't want a divorce, unless you want one. I intend to stop in Northampton during the week and come home on Friday evenings until, either Sunday night or Monday morning. If you want to have sex with me it is okay to ask, and if I feel like it I will accede, in your bed but returning to my own bed after. I'm totally happy if you want to move another woman into your bed at any time and I expect the same consideration. I will no longer be your domestic engineer, you mess it you clean it, you use it you replace it. I'm willing to split the Mortgage fifty-fifty but all other bills will be, at best two ninths from me and seven ninths from you."

Harry just sat listening, in the end he actually began to cry, he couldn't work out what had suddenly gone wrong between us, he was trying to intimate that the Sarah thing was just a one off thing and wouldn't ever happen again. I knew at that point that I was right, Harry was a lying bastard, even after being caught out he still couldn't tell the truth.

I was sitting in my bedroom reading when I heard a stone hit the window, I looked out and Dell was standing in my back garden. Harry was in bed, I assumed he was sleeping, there was no light on in his room so I tiptoed past, not so that he didn't know that I was going somewhere just as a courtesy, not wishing to wake him up.

I pulled my mackintosh over my nighty and met Dell in the back garden. Sandy had told him that I had moved into the back bedroom so he decided to risk throwing a small stone at the window when he saw my light was still on.

We walked across the footpaths around Bestwood Park, talking about everything and nothing, the summer night was warm, very dark still over the park, no lights in sight from the urbanised sprawl all around us.

"What do you want to do?" I asked Dell,

"I want to sleep with you again!" was his simple answer. He was a different person to the rough and callow lad who had expected my body as his right a few weeks earlier.

I told him that I might not feel the same to him anymore, that I had a new boyfriend, I almost choked on that word, how come even if the significant other were a man in his eighties he would still be a boyfriend. Dell didn't care, wrong word, Dell had done a lot of growing up in a short time.

"Your body, your right to do what you want with it", he said.

All Dell wanted was to share as much of me as I was willing to let him, on my own terms. I pulled him to me and we kissed.

I ended up at Dell's house, just before midnight, Carol was already in bed, Dell made me a coffee and asked me to wait in the kitchen for him. I didn't, I stood at the bottom of the stairs and heard Dell waking his mother up, she willingly vacated her double bed for her son's room and his single one. I felt guilty but not guilty enough not to take the double bed if it was on offer.

Dell was very tender, there wasn't much of my clothing to remove, just an old Mackintosh and a boring old nighty, no bra or panties. Dell spent an hour exploring my body, when his fingers finally slipped into my pussy he realised what I had meant about feeling different. Dell brought me to several climaxes with his mouth and his fingers and then before he climbed on top he asked me if he should use a condom, I thought about it, no, do it without, I'm going to get birth control on Monday, if anything happens I'll have to deal with it.

Dell was wonderful, he did everything he could to give me an orgasm while he fucked me but he couldn't manage it, there was just too much hole and too little Dell but after he filled me with his cream he used his fingers once again to give me a final orgasm before we fell asleep in each-other's arms.

I had a realisation after sex with Dell, Woodrow, while a fantastic lover would ruin my body for anyone else, so I had to make a decision, did I want to be Woodrow's lover on a permanent basis or did I want other lovers, hell I was being a little precocious now, did Woodrow see me as anything more than a quick fuck or did he have intentions of a more permanent nature. Something to talk about with the big fella on Monday evening.

I was in my own bed by the time Harry woke up on Sunday morning, I had only been in it an hour though. Harry came in and tried to cuddle up to me, "No way!" I said forcefully.

"You're not fucking me ever again until you tell me the truth and I want to know everything!"

I met Harry in the living room to listen to his version of the truth; it was unfortunate for him that I had so much information at my disposal about him that I would probably know more about his truth than he knew himself. Half way through his confession Harry was distracted by the TV news; the initial coverage of the previous day had been scaled down to a bulletin inserted into each scheduled news slot instead of updates every fifteen minutes, as they were the previous day.

Harry recognised Sandy first and then me, mainly because I was dressed so differently to my norm, even though he had commented on the way I was dressed when I left the house. Harry wanted the low-down on what had happened on Friday night.

"Well if I believe your version of the truth I may tell you, if not, well we won't be talking enough for me to tell you anything!"

I went around to Sandy's house on the off chance that she would be in, I just wanted to get out of the house, Harry was still missing a large portion of his truth and I decided not to challenge him on the lack of truth.

Sandy was in, I asked her if it would be possible to get a quick visit with one of her doctors, if I went early in the morning she would add my name in to the front of the appointments diary so that it looked like it had been there all week. We had a coffee and I told her all about Woodrow and what he had done to me, Sandy wanted to see, well feel. She had an intimate knowledge of my anatomy from a few weeks earlier.

"Wow, you have been stretched, I need to meet this Woodrow". I told her about the introduction to the JH Club evening.

"You mean it really does exist?" I nodded my head.

I sipped my coffee and then said, "I was in a room with twenty or more men all with above average appendages.

"Mmmmm, can you get me an invite, I want to try that!"

Sandy was still touching me between my legs; "You know that you made Dell a happy bunny again last night?" Sandy said,

"My God has that news item spread around already?" I joked.

"Clare couldn't wait to tell me, so she left a text on my mobile".

Sandy was idly toying with my clitoris, it was the first time a woman had touched me in such an intimate way, she wasn't trying to make love to me or anything, she had just forgotten herself, as I caught my breath she suddenly realised what she was doing and blushed as she apologised.

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