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Birthday
By Isabella

In the first eight years of our married life, sex wasn't particularly good, James was quite immature when we married, he was a religious fanatic but that didn't really come to the surface until after we married, my mother loved him because he was an 'old fashioned gentleman' but that was just his odd religious beliefs and practices.

We had three children, sex for James was a simple biological process, when we were ready to have a child, we had sex, then we had sex until I became pregnant and we stopped having sex until James wanted the next child. Sex wasn't a pleasure for either of us, James insisted on being in bed, the lights being off, missionary position and both of us correctly dressed for bed, we could have gone out in the street the way we dressed for bed. I had two children, daughters, in two years, James left me alone for fifteen months, then told me he wanted to try for a boy, I told him that I didn't want anymore children at that time but James just said I was being selfish, I had, after all, got my daughters, so I had to give him at least one son, the result of the argument was that he totally lost his temper and raped me.

I complained to the police but James's priest and confessor begged me not to pursue the rape charges. James didn't rape me again but the damage was done and nine months later, William was born.

The lack of sex and the fact that neither James nor I had ever seen each other naked didn't bother me too much, I had been brought up to be incredibly shy by my mother even though, sometimes I had wished that James would help me to come out of my shell a little.

One of life's major truisms: Be careful what you wish for!

James had been stuck in a Harrogate hotel for a week, the children missed him a lot and I missed the little help he gave me around the house. I had been talking about taking an Open University degree course but as it needed a PC and the internet to be able to complete the assignments, James had put me off doing it, suddenly, a week away in the hotspot of the north and James had the computer in the back of his car and he had booked the phone company to provide the internet connection.

James started spending time on the internet, he had discovered chat rooms and 'inappropriate' web sites, the first thing I noticed was that James wanted sex, nothing unusual about that but usually when James wanted sex it was simple, he wanted children, the sex wasn't for fun or pleasure, it was to make babies, we had only ever done it in the dark, missionary position and we were always dressed for bed, James would simply pull my knickers to one side and slip in, never longer than thirty seconds and he would be finished.

Everything changed after that Harrogate trip, I checked my diaries from our wedding day, in the eight years we had sex just thirty times, after the Harrogate trip we had sex five times in a week, three times were the usual pattern, the fourth time, James took my knickers all the way off and he lasted several minutes, the fifth time, James asked me to remove my nighty and bra as well, I didn't, that made him mad, my problem was that I was painfully shy, I needed James to understand that and help me not just demand things on the spur of the moment. From the day we married I had hoped that James would help me over come my shyness, it was my greatest wish in the world that I could be like a 'normal' women, not being frightened all the time of someone seeing my body, but not like, well 'cold turkey'.

My period started on day six so there was no sex, I had no idea how James knew when I was on my period but as I started my bleed James stopped playing with me, on day three of my period, I usually had a four day bleed, James's parents turned up out of the blue, His mother was deeply religious like James but his father was more like me, no particular feelings for religion one way or the other, June was there to look after William, Ron had been asked by James to sort out a problem for him!

Ron took my hand and led me out of the house, it always made me a little uncomfortable being alone with Ron as he was quite a flirt and I was sure that the only reason he didn't go too far was that there was always someone else close by.

"Where are we going?"

"James has asked me if I can help him with a small problem!"

"What problem?"

"I can't tell you!"

"Am I the problem?"

My heart was beating so fast, I couldn't understand why Ron was taking me away without telling me where we were going. We arrived at a large detached house on the outskirts of Luton, there was a brass plaque by the side of the front door but I didn't get a chance to read it. Inside the house we were greeted by an overweight Asian gentleman, he had huge sweat stains under his arm pits, a strong BO problem as well as the strong smell of Asian spices. Ron and I were taken through to a room that looked like a hospital consulting room.

"Now my dear, I have to ask a few questions and then a little examination and we'll be all done. When was your last period?"

I was shocked at the sudden and very personal question.

"I'm on my period now!"

Came out in an almost whisper.

"Has your period been normal, normal flow, normal duration, did it come at the expected date?"

I nodded to each question, I knew that my face was bright red, I kept looking over at Ron, the look on his face showed that he was getting a kick out of my embarrassment.

"Right now, please undress and lay upon the couch!"

My mouth dropped open, total shock and surprise, Ron had a Cheshire cat grin across his face and his eyes were wide open.

"But he's not my husband, he's my father in law!"

I protested.

"That's fine; it isn't uncommon for the father to act as chaperone in these circumstances!"

"Maybe not in India or Pakistan, but in England, the father in law never gets to see his son's wife naked, and neither do total strangers!"

The Asian raised his shoulders and moved his hands as if to say 'what the hell is going on here?' Ron looked a little uncomfortable.

"Issy, pull the screen, undress and lay on the examination couch, this man is an eminent doctor, nothing improper will happen!"

Then Ron asked the doctor if he had a sheet, he explained that I was shy and that not even his son had seen me naked before, he added yet, emphasised, as if it were in quote marks. I was given a thin cotton sheet to cover myself and went behind the curtain. I undressed and climbed on the couch, covered myself totally in the sheet, neck to toe.

The curtain was pulled to one side so that Ron could see everything the doctor was doing, my breasts were examined through the sheet as was my stomach and abdomen, the doctor apologised that the final part of the examination would involve touching me, an internal examination, he asked my permission, I looked nervously at Ron, but before I could agree or disagree, the doctor had folded the sheet so that it was a few inches below the 'hairline'.

"I only need to uncover to here!"

I nodded my head in agreement, my legs were lifted into the stirrups and great care was taken so that nothing more than absolutely necessary was on display. I had received several internal examinations in my life, they were always painful, both physically and emotionally, this time I hardly noticed, I was looking at Ron as the doctor slipped his fingers inside me, there was even something, something strange, as I felt fingers invading my most secret place, Ron smiled at me and my breath quickened, there was a brushing of latex covered fingers across something deep inside of my body, high up on the roof of my vaginal cavity, I gasped and my back arched in response, Ron and the doctor both smiled.

"Nothing wrong with madam's reflexes!"

The doctor said with a smile on his lips, as he withdrew his fingers he allowed them to make contact with my magic button, long and slow, with just a little pressure, causing my skin to vibrate slightly as the latex dragged across, I hit a level of pleasure, far higher than any that my husband had ever given me, short of an orgasm but not far short.

"There doesn't look like there is anything wrong with madam's equipment, I can give it a full certificate of competence if one is needed!"

Again, the doctor had a grin across his face as did Ron. I was allowed to get dressed and then rejoined Ron and the doctor.

"Are you right or left handed?"

"Right!"

The doctor took my left arm, he had a syringe in his hand that looked to me like a turkey baster, I pulled my arm away from him, the wide smile of earlier turned to a look of exasperation, he looked at Ron with a look that spoke volumes, Ron should obviously be able to control me better than he was doing. Ron's face changed also, to a look of apology, then he took both of my hands and pulled me around so that I was looking directly at me.

"Issy, you have to trust me here, this man has perfected a way of performing this particular procedure in an invisible way, I could tell you all about it but if I do you will tell James and that would ruin everything, I am the only one in the family who will actually know whet we are doing here today, and what we will have to do every three months from now onward until you want another child, you can guess at what it is but you won't know for sure, and you must never mention it to James OK? Now, you have to trust me, let the doctor do his job for us!"

At that moment I felt an incredible pain in the back of my left arm, the slightly loose pocket of skin that on older women would be called her 'chicken wings', it hurt like hell for a few seconds but a spray was blasted all over my upper arm taking away the sting in seconds.

Ron handed over a quantity of money and we left the house. In the car Ron told me that it was a pity that I hadn't let him see the doctor examine me properly, he told me that he would have given me a lot more pleasure than the doctor had after the examination. I blushed a deep red, didn't know where to look, my father in law was flirting so badly with me, then he shocked me even more.

"We can pull over in a lay-by on the way home if you want me to finish off what the doctor started if you like!"

A shiver ran through my body, stronger even than the shiver that the doctor had caused with his fingers deep in my body, I just looked away but noticed that my shiver had caused Ron to smile at me as he started to drive away from Luton.

Ron, or rather James indirectly had paid the Asian doctor for something I guessed I could get from my local doctor for free, the problem was, at our health centre there was no such thing as patient confidentiality, the doctor or his staff had a direct link to the parish priest and as James was a cornerstone of the church, he couldn't afford for anyone to find out that I had broken Catholic dictate, neither Ron, nor the doctor, had said that I had just been given a birth control implant, I had worked that much out for myself, but like Ron said, I didn't know for sure and so wouldn't feel so duty bound to say anything to James.

My period finished as usual after four days, it came on me like a lion and left me like a lamb, the next day James's hand was inside my knickers the moment we got into bed, he wanted sex but I still had the bloated feeling, I decided, instead of making him mad, I'd just explain that I still felt a little delicate and asked if he could just wait one more day. James shocked me totally, he pulled down my knickers and rubbed me gently between my legs, just allowing his finger to dip down over my clitoris occasionally, and as his fingers were working on my pussy mound he started to press his cock against my hip, he pulled my nighty out of the way and then began to fuck himself against my hip, trapping his cock between our bodies, he gave me a little climax, just before his own came along and he spurted all over my hip and side.

This latest development in our sex life was shocking to me for two reasons, the first, that James had in effect, masturbated himself off, granted he hadn't used his own hand, he had used his abdomen and my thigh, but still, for a Catholic as devout as he was, he had allowed his seed to fall on baron ground, the other reason it was shocking for me was that he was talking to me as he massaged between my legs that he wanted to see me in the nude, he wanted to turn the light on right then while I was lying on my back with my nighty up over my breasts and my knickers down round my ankles to look at me and at the point of his climax he gasped out that he wanted other men to see me like that too, he wanted a man to watch us when we fucked or he wanted to watch me with another man. I was in a way hoping that it was just his climax talking but the things he had said actually kicked me to a higher plane of excitement than his fingers were doing on their own, leaving me so breathless and content that if he hadn't actually climaxed over me I would have pulled him on top of me to let him fill my insides, the tenderness in my womb forgotten totally.

Over the next few days, when James left for work he would leave a story on my computer screen, most of the stories he was reading came from a site called asstr-mirror.org, the stories he left on my pc were all of a similar genre, husbands sharing wives, wives committing adultery, wife swapping and, something new to me, dogging!

At first I would just close the site and get on with my Open University course work but as the days went by I started to read the stories and started to spend most of my day turned on from the erotica, then James turned up at lunch time, he dropped William in his playpen with a bunch of toys and dragged me up to bed, he closed the curtains but the room wasn't totally dark. For the first time in eight years I would say that James actually made love to me, he undressed me and himself, getting us both totally naked before he started to have sex with me, kissing my naked breasts for the first time, biting my nipples, they didn't respond as he had expected them too from the stories he had read, but then most of the women who write that kind of stuff hadn't breastfed three children for the best part of five years nonstop.

James kept saying 'wow' and 'fantastic' over and over again as he looked at my body for the first time, still not totally light but he could actually see all of me for the first time.

The stories I was reading were a huge turn on for me but James telling me that he wanted another man to watch us fucking and that he wanted to watch me being fucked by another man sent me into a sexual whirl, every time that James mentioned his fantasies to me I got a heightened sexual kick and even reading those stories too I found myself extremely sexually receptive to James, and the nudity thing, gradually the curtains opened so that James and I were totally nude together in full daylight, then we moved on to having sex in the living room.

James's parents even started taking the children out for the day so that James and I could be free to have sex, openly, anywhere in the house, I even started walking around the house in the nude whenever James and I were alone and we were having sex in every room, including half way up the stairs on one occasion.

After a few months of sex or at least sexual contact every day James ratcheted things up another notch, he came home from work with a borrowed digital camera, it took him most of the evening to persuade me to allow him to take my photograph with my t-shirt off. The next time James's parents had the children James brought home the camera again and this time he also had a string bikini, he talked me into taking off my t-shirt for a few pictures of me in my bra, then he talked me out of my skirt and took pictures of me in bra and panties, then he used his fingers, on the outside of my knickers, brought me off with an earth shattering orgasm telling me that the friend he had borrowed the digital camera from had liked the pictures of me in my bra.

I was totally blown away at the thought of a stranger looking at pictures of me in my bra, at the crucial moment, the gasping, trying to push James's hand away to let me breathe, James asked me to put the bikini on. I actually left the room, James had seen me naked lots of times at that point but I still left the room to change, it would have been easier if James had just undressed me and handed me the bikini but I guessed that James waned to give me the chance to say no.

As I put on the string bikini I realised that James had taken me to an earth shattering orgasm without even touching himself, James had changed so much it was unbelievable. I returned to the room with my left arm covering my breasts and my right hand over my bikini bottom, James had mounted the camera to a tripod and took me to the sofa, I sat, sideways on while James set up the camera, there was a trailing lead, James kissed me and moved my arm away from the bikini top, there was a sudden flash as James used the remote cable to take our photograph.

He took about a hundred photographs of me and us in various poses, then he got up and left the room, when he returned he had a Vodka and Orange in a large glass, we just sat talking and kissing as James encouraged me to drink the rather large, rather strong, drink.

As I put the empty glass on the floor James pulled the end of the string back strap of the bikini top, as it fell onto the floor and I got a fit of the giggles there was another flash, James had taken a photograph of me topless, we kissed a little more then James started pulling at the string sides of my bikini bottoms.

"Put the camera away first please!"

I told him, James threw the remote cable onto the floor, I could see that he was upset that I was still resisting but he was trying very hard not to show it, I was naked in a flash, then James climbed on top of me, he slid his cock into me very slowly then pulled back again, just as slowly, he kept up this torture treatment, giving me just a hint of pleasure, for almost thirty minutes.

"Let me take a picture of you in the nude and I'll fuck you so hard that your eyes will pop out of your head, if I can't then I might as well take Jimmy his camera back now!"

"Take the damned picture!"

James moved away from me slightly, as I was starting to close my legs to preserve at least a little modesty he fired off the camera taking a picture of me totally naked with my legs wide open, he took several more pictures as my legs closed, then he began to masturbate me as he fired off several more pictures, then he pulled my legs open again and climbed between them, he fucked me hard as he could, I was totally blasted into orbit, I even ignored the several flashes that the camera made as James fucked me until I passed out from lack of oxygen.

It's amazing how different a relationship can be when the sex is good, before I couldn't say that I loved James, we had three children together and I respected him, we were married and I wouldn't have dreamed of being unfaithful to him but after he discovered sex and taught me how to appreciate it, now, love was far too small a word for it, I had begun to worship him.

James's birthday was approaching and I had asked him what he wanted for his birthday present, his reply was rapid, he had obviously been thinking of what he wanted for some time, I was hoping that he didn't ask for his own digital camera, having him take photographs of me every week or two with a borrowed camera was one thing but if he had his own he would be snapping me all day and every day.

"I want you to go to the pub for me!"

I was very confused, did he want me to pop down the pub now for him and fetch him some alcohol to drink, no, James explained that he wanted to take me to London on the day of his birthday, he wanted to take me to a beauty parlour, give me a full body treatment, then take me to a Carneby Street boutique and find me the sexiest outfit he could, then he wanted me to go to our local pub and have a good time while he waited at home for me, then I had to tell him everything about the evening while we made love.

I got a kick out of James's idea for his birthday fantasy, I would love being pampered all day long and the evening in the local pub, that would be a trial but as it was our local pub, everyone in there would know me, know that I was married to James and had three kids, I actually doubted that anyone in the pub would even talk to me, never mind act inappropriately towards me so I would just enjoy the day and think up something when I got home to turn James on and finish his birthday treat with a bang.

Just before James's birthday his father took me for my first return visit to the doctor in Luton, James told me that his father had offered to pay the doctor's bills if I wasn't as shy as the previous visit and as it was one hundred and fifty pounds a visit the doctor wasn't cheap, this time I didn't hide from Ron or the doctor during the examination, after the doctor gave me the internal examination, he returned to his desk to make his notes while Ron used his fingers to expertly finish off what the doctor had started, I felt a little uncomfortable having my father in law masturbating me but that feeling was soon replaced by my gasping, earth shattering orgasm.

I got my second implant, again, nothing was mentioned about the fact that it was birth control but the doctor asked if I had any periods in the previous three months or any phantom periods but as neither had occurred, the implants were working perfectly.

James's parents took our children away at seven o'clock in the morning on James's birthday, a taxi took us to the railway station in Bedford to catch the early commuter train to London, James took me to an 'off Harley Street' beauty clinic where he paid for me to have the works, we entered the clinic at just after nine o'clock in the morning and after having, facial, hair treatments, steam, pedicure, manicure, full body wrap, hair style, make-up makeover, leg wax and full body massage, we didn't leave the clinic until almost five o'clock in the afternoon, leaving little time in the boutique.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, James had already put a lot of planning into what he wanted me to wear, he had already picked everything out, he just needed me to try it all on for size. Starting at the bottom, or rather my bottom, he had picked out a lacy thong, bra and suspender belt set in virgin white, the bra was only half cup and as my areola was particularly dark from breastfeeding for so long, he covered the bra with a white cotton blouse, the kind that was so thin that they always put patch pockets over the woman's breast only this blouse didn't have the patch pockets, every stitch of the lacy bra was visible as well as the dark brown, half-moons of my areola showing above the half-cup.

The thong was covered by a black Latex mini-skirt, not obscenely short but designed to show that the woman wasn't wearing panties, or in my case, that the panties were skimpy, lacy and expensive, black stockings, so sheer that they looked like PVC and red, six inch high heeled shoes to finish the outfit off.

At least James allowed me to put a jacket on while we crossed London to the train and for the journey home but once in our own village he took the jacket from me and pointed to the pub.

"Go and have as much fun as you can, then come home to me so that I can have my real birthday present!"

I had actually missed out on the normal 'growing up' process, I never had an opportunity to go out and meet boys or men, my mother kept me close to her apron strings, taking me to school and bringing me home every day, I was in an all girls school too, even when I worked, my mother had to drop me off at work and fetch me home again every day because there wasn't any kind of bus service. I hadn't even actually met James in the usual way, James had seen me at work, seen that my mother kept her eye on me, one day he asked her if he could ask me out, he hadn't even said hello to me before my mother gave him her permission to date me, so here I was, walking to the local pub with absolutely no experience of how to conduct myself in this situation.

I had expected the pub to be empty, most days there were four customers or less in the bar at night, the trade at the pub was so bad that it had been through four owners in six years, so imagine my surprise when I opened the door and found the bar crowded, there were ten men that I recognised as local villagers and ten men that were strangers, it was just my luck that James had chosen to have his birthday on the day of the darts tournament.

At the bar I asked for a Vodka and a bottle of Orange 'J2O', the barman placed both in front of me and walked away, I called out to him how much he wanted, he looked up the bar, nodded towards a guy.

"It's OK love; he's paid for it for you!"

The guy who had brought my drink for me was one of the dart players from a nearby village, the local men, as I had guessed, hardly gave me a second glance, they all knew James, all knew that I had three kids, if I had been dressed as I usually would be, I would have been totally invisible to them all, as it was, I got a few approving looks, and more than a few lecherous looks too before they remembered that I was married to one of their friends.

"Hi, hope you don't mind me buying you that drink!"

I smiled nicely and thanked him for the drink.

"I hate darts, it's so fucking boring, sorry, it's boring as hell, can we have a chat while I wait for my turn to lose?"

I let myself be guided to a table at the back of the bar; everyone was crowded at the bar or around the players leaving the tables untouched.

"Why do you play darts if you are going to lose and you hate it so much?"

"I'm not really a player, one of the team is ill, I'm just here to make up the numbers and stop the team being fined for not fielding a full team, but it is worth it, because I've met you, I'm Tim by the way!"

I had actually never been 'chatted up' before, James's father often flirted with me but I never took him seriously, Tim was very experienced at chatting a woman up, he was clever, funny and attentive, I realised that he was keeping his eye on the game, watching for his turn but he never did it overtly, as far as I could see he was concentrating on me totally, it didn't look like his eyes ever left my breasts, the last match before his was in the 'end game', they had tried for double top, hit twenty, went for double ten and his ten, then went for double five and missed.

"It's my turn next, how about a kiss for luck?" As I was saying that I couldn't, Tim's lips locked onto mine, my eyes closed automatically as I melted into Tim's kiss, then I remembered where I was and my eyes snapped open, I managed to scan the twenty other men in the room, only the barman was watching and he had a broad grin on his face, I pushed Tim away, he thanked me for the kiss and got up to take his turn at the dart board.

I wanted to run away, I would have felt uncomfortable having my husband kiss me like that in public never mind a total stranger I knew that my face was bright red and the kiss had made me breathless, pushed my pulse rate to over two hundred but James had asked me to do this as part of his birthday present so I stayed put.

The kiss must have been lucky for Tim, he quickly dispatched his opponent and took the total to six games to four against my village, that got me a few dirty looks from my fellow villagers as I was sitting, and giving comfort to the enemy.

When Tim returned to the table he had another Vodka in his hand which he tipped into my glass, I tried to stop him when I realised that the new drink was for me, I really wasn't a drinker. Tim sat at my side again, there was a light supper handed around which I didn't take part in, nothing available was less than a thousand calories a mouthful, everyone took seats while they ate, two of Tim's friends sat with us and suddenly I was the centre of attention of three men, a huge boost to my self confidence, I was getting the hang of taking compliments without blushing too much,

Tim slipped his hand onto my knee under the table which didn't go unnoticed by the other two men at our table, I blurted out that I was married with three children, within a second, Tim and I were alone, my confession didn't dampen Tim's ardour and his hand started stroking up and down my thigh, getting as far as the hem of my skirt before returning to my knee, but each time his hand slid back up my leg it got a little higher, he was easing my skirt a fraction of an inch higher with each pass, all the time he kept up the barrage of flirting and jokes, even when his hand slipped off of my stocking tops and onto exposed bare flesh I didn't react. Whenever anyone came close to the table I would simply lean forward so that they couldn't see what Tim was doing to me under the table.

As soon as Tim felt the warm bare flesh at the top of my thighs he stopped sliding his left hand up and down my leg and started to slip his fingers down between them, I had my thighs clamped tightly together. I was amazed, Tim's fingers were still inches away from making 'intimate' contact with me but I was already starting to slide along the path to an orgasm, then Tim leaned into me again, his lips covered mine, my eyes closed, I didn't care who was looking now, I gasped as Tim pushed me a little higher along my excitement ladder.

Tim's tongue started to press against my lips and eventually he overcame my resistance, as his tongue entered my mouth, his left hand slipped down to my knee, his right hand rapidly replaced his left, he pulled my right knee towards him, I tried to turn so that my legs would stay together but my left knee hit the table leg and stopped.

My legs were now open a little too wide; the Lycra of my skirt was stretched to its limit preventing Tim opening my legs further.

He slid his right hand up higher, his finger tips brushed against the gusset of my thong, he smiled into my mouth as he felt the wetness, he brushed his fingers up and down a few times sending me finally over the edge and into a mini orgasm, then the kiss was broken, I was meowing like a kitten and breathing heavily, as Tim's face moved away from mine I opened my eyes and looked at the faces of around half of the men in the room looking over at Tim and me.

"Sorry baby, I hate to leave you on the edge like this but it's my turn!"

Now I really did want to run, I had something to tell James, I even had the soaking wet gusset between my legs to prove it, I rolled my skirt back down to cover myself properly and as I started to slip out from behind the table two of Tim's friends came over with another Vodka for me and they sat either side of me blocking my escape.

Again Tim won his match which ended the contest at ten games all, there was another round of drinks for everyone, apparently a draw was the best result our pub had for years so they were all over the moon.

Tim returned and his friends left to collect their drinks and enjoy friendly banter at the bar, Tim was extremely buoyed up from his win, or should that be wins, he won his game at a crucial time but he had also won with me before he played his game, he had felt my wetness and had given me just enough of an orgasm to keep me on edge, not enough to leave me satisfied so that I wouldn't 'NEED' another climax.

Tim placed both hands on my knees, using all of his strength, he pulled them apart, this time he wasn't kissing me, this time he was looking straight down at the hem of my skirt as it rolled itself up, my stocking tops coming into view easily, the doubled over black band, then the glowing white flesh and white lace of the suspenders hanging from the suspender belt, Tim pulled harder, now my thong was on show too, just an inch or so.

"Mmmm, lovely, virgin white!"

Tim leaned in again and kissed me, his hands slid along the inside of my thighs and started to play with my panty covered pussy again, I realised that we had now become a spectator sport, the game was over so the men were no longer concentrating on the dartboard but looking over at Tim and me, I had to push Tim away and block everyone's view up my skirt.

"Let me take you someplace private!"

"No, you can't!"

Tim asked me why I had come to the pub dressed the way I was if I didn't want 'IT', the big 'IT'. I explained that it was my husband's birthday, I had agreed to allow him to dress me the way I was and spend the evening at the pub, then I had to go home to him, not somewhere private.

"The pub closes in ten minutes; my husband will be expecting me home then!"

"Is he going to fuck you?"

I just blushed at his question, I knew that he was going to fuck me, his birthday present to himself was going to be me, for as long as he could control himself, he would fuck me, he had arranged for the kids to 'camp out' at his parents for the night so that there would be no distractions or disturbances.

"Let me take you home then!"

"No way!"

Tim took my hand and pulled me from my seat, he handed me my drink, it must have still had at least a double shot of Vodka in it, Tim tipped the drink down my throat in one go, then he pulled me along behind him and out of the pub.

"You want me to fuck you in my car out here in the car park? I'm sure that your husband would get a kick out of opening his present and finding my milk in there waiting for him!"

I shook my head; I was blushing so hard now that I thought I was in competition with the street lights at lighting up the village.

"Which way to your house?"

I didn't answer him.

"Well that's OK, my car is right here, I'll just leave my present to your husband inside of you so he can find it when you get home!"

I pointed along the lane and Tim took a good tight hold on my hand and started to lead me along the village road. We walked right up to my front door and could clearly see James sitting at the PC, he was reading an erotic story, he wasn't exactly masturbating but I could clearly see that he was playing with his cock through his trousers.

I opened the door and begged Tim to leave me there.

"This is his birthday present, if you come in he'll go mad and his birthday will be ruined!"

"I think you are wrong, I think having me here will make his day!"

"Tim pushed me through the front door and into the living room, I went to close the curtains but Tim stopped me, he pulled me over to the sofa and forced me down onto the seat.

"I don't suppose you'd get me and your wife a coffee? I think she has had a little too much Vodka tonight and needs a little help to sober up!"

James almost jumped to his feet, I could see that he was fully erect even through his trousers, he left the room and went into the kitchen, Tim started to kiss me, his hand was on my breast in a flash, massaging me through the ultra thin cotton blouse.

James returned and sat opposite us, Tim was making love to me very slowly, I was torn between what James was thinking and what could be seen through the open curtains, even though it was late and there wouldn't be many people around at this time of night.

We drank our coffee, then with James watching us closely, Tim began to unbutton my blouse as he kissed me, I was stripped very slowly down to my thong and stockings and suspender belt.

"Have you ever sucked a man's cock before?"

I shook my head.

"Hey, hubby, you want her to give you a blow? If you do open your trousers!"

James unzipped and his cock slipped out, it looked longer and fatter than I had ever seen it before, Tim took a handful of my hair and pulled me off of the sofa and onto the floor on my knees, he dragged me along the ground until my face was directly over James's cock, I didn't want to suck it, James had never asked me to suck him and if he had done I doubt if I could have actually done it voluntarily.

Tim pushed my head down into James's lap, forcing me down even after I tried to resist, James's cock was forced into my mouth and Tim kept pushing my head down harder, I could feel movement through Tim's hand as it was pushing down, I realised that Tim was actually undressing himself as he pushed my head down.

"When hubby's cock hits the back of your throat start swallowing as hard and as fast as you can, it will hurt a lot at first but if you keep it up you'll start to like it!"

James's hands slipped over Tim's, then James took over pushing me down even harder on the back of my head, Tim finished undressing and then started to pull at the back of my thong, I felt the shoestring sides snap and then the heat of Tim's cock as it pushed the backs of my thighs apart, forcing its way into me, Tim knelt behind me and started to fuck me hard and fast, I felt James's cock jerk in my throat as he lost control and blasted his sperm into my stomach.

Tim lasted longer, he gave me three orgasms with my head buried in my husband's lap, then he pulled me back to the sofa, he sat down and pulled me back on top of him facing James, Tim's cock forced itself deeper into me, my legs were wide apart and James had a perfect view into me as Tim's cock invaded my body.

"Hey, hubby, have you ever licked this lovely woman's cunt?"

James didn't need to answer him, I shook my head.

"Get over here and do your job old man!"

James knee walked over to us and his head went down between my wide open thighs, I tried to stop him, I didn't want to stop the pleasure that Tim had mapped out for me but the thought of James accidentally coming into contact with another man's cock as it slid in and out of me turned my stomach a little.

James concentrated mainly on my clitoris, the position Tim was using to fuck me was such that my clit was totally exposed, the pleasure climbed so fast that it knocked my systems off kilter and I blacked out. When I came too I was lying on the floor in the foetal position, James and Tim were naked, the curtains were still open which worried me only slightly.

"Want me and your old man to take you to bed and take turns at fucking you all night? You might even like a little one up your ass so we can double up on you!"

Tim was still there the next morning when Ron brought the kids back, the three of us still in our double bed as three overly excited kids bounced on top of us, Ron just stood in the doorway with a smile on his face.

Prologue: James bought us a super king-sized bed even though the bedroom was a little small for it, Tim spends most weekends with us and the kids are use to him, they call him uncle Tim, they are also use to Uncle Tim's camera set up on a tripod at the foot of the bed, you might have guessed it, Tim was James's friend who used to lend him the digital camera to take my pictures for a payment of letting Tim keep the photographs, now Tim films James and me as we fuck or James films me and Tim or they film me as I masturbate for them, I'm not shy anymore, and as a special treat I let Ron fuck me four times a year as he takes me to have my birth control implants.

Other children, well, when my three have grown a little more I'm coming off the implants, I'm planning on three more children, one for James and one for each of Ron and Tim, but that's in the future.

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