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First Published: 12 February 2016

Crazy Time
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, M/FF, Anal, Exhibition, Voyeurism, Teens Playing

Just how bored do you have to be to give up doing a big weekly shop every Friday evening so you'll have something to look forward to each day for twenty minutes going to the village shop to pick something for diner?

It was on one of these afternoon shopping trips that I spotted Gary Heaver for the first time, he was so tanned that he actually looked Asian, tall, salt and pepper hair, very well dressed in a Savile Row suit and climbing into the driving seat of a gleaming BMW X-five. I didn't actually know who he was until after I asked the owner of the shop. Gary owned a large private members club in Kettering, he was filthy rich and often passed through our little village on his way from his mansion in the country into Kettering to visit his club, I almost said work in his club but it was obvious from his perfectly manicured fingernails that he'd never done a day's work in many years. Married, no children and his wife was actually a Euro MP so she was away in Brussels more than at home in their mansion.

I was star-struck, if I hadn't missed my opportunity already I would have asked him for his autograph. I was actually so star-struck that I forgot half the things that I'd gone to the shops for and had to return to fetch those items later.

Over the next few weeks I bumped into Gary Heaver several times, our 'relationship' was a growing one, the first time he opened the shop door for me to go through, the second he nodded in my direction, the third he nodded and said "Good afternoon", the fourth time he said, "Hi" and "Looks like rain any minute!"

It got to the point that if I saw Gary it made my day, if I saw him to speak to it made my week and if he spoke to me it made my month. One day, on my way to the shops I spotted Gary's BMW parked down Brook Street, I didn't walk down Brook Street very often, and never when I was on my way to the shops because it took me way too far out of my way but because Gary Heaver's car was down there I found myself walking the long way to the shops. Gary's car seemed to be parked outside the house of one of my son, Peter's, friends, Mark Walker and his two older brothers, Mark was almost a year older than Peter but they both played on the under ten's football team together, Mark would soon be ten and he would move into the under twelve's team. I walked ten houses past the Walker household and stopped, I bit my bottom lip, I was acting like a thirteen year old school girl, I was far too old for this, too old and married, I shouldn't have a schoolgirl crush on an older man.

I'd talked to myself very sensibly and I totally agreed with myself that I was being ridiculous and that I should just carry on and go to the shops by the long route now that I'd started out going this way, so why was it that I was now walking back towards Gary's car. I let myself lie to me; I was obviously closer to that end of the road so it would be a shorter walk to go back to my usual route. Five houses passed the Walker's place I stopped again; I turned and looked at Gary's car again. I heard voices and saw Kerry Walker opening her front door, I walked back towards Gary's car again just as Gary stepped out of Kerry's front door, he kissed Kerry on the cheek and then had to run towards his car because yet another summer shower sprang up out of a clear blue sky.

I was somewhat caught out by the sudden shower, no coat or umbrella and wearing a white knee length cotton dress, perfect for a sunny afternoon walk but totally no good in the rain! Gary jumped into his car and before he closed the door he called out over his shoulder, "Hey Vicky, you heading for the village shop?"

I was a little shocked, I had no idea that he knew my name; I pulled myself together enough to shout out "Yes" as droplets of water the size of teacups started hitting me painfully. I was told to get in round the other side, by the time I reached his passenger door the rain was no longer in drops, it was in sheets and I was drenched to the skin as I jumped up into the seat and slammed the door closed. I was shivering, I'd gone from twenty eight degrees centigrade to two point eight degrees and my white cotton dress had become totally transparent from collar to bottom hem.

I sat there with my bra and knickers on display, Gary looked over at me, he smiled and said, "Very pretty...do you dye your hair brown?"

"My God, is the colour running?"

"No..." Gary nodded down towards my lap, "...the ginger is showing through!"

I looked down, my white knickers allowed the hint of ginger to show through but what was even more telling was the straggles of hair poking over the top of my panties. Gary put the heater on in the car to try and help dry me out but he didn't turn on the air conditioning. As we drove to the shop the inside of the windows began to fog over, starting with the window in the door on my side of the car and moving slowly across the windscreen in front of me, within minutes of stopping outside the shop Gary and I were totally hidden from view by the steamed up windows.

***

I was visiting Kerry Walker, I saw her from time to time, she had been a lap dancer in my Milton Keynes club fifteen years earlier, as usually happens with so many lap dancers, she fell pregnant at quite a young age. The problem was always the same, young girls, older men with money, the further a girl let the customer go the bigger the tip she got and even though the house rules were always that the customer wasn't allowed to touch with his hands, most girls didn't fall pregnant from the man's hand. Hell, I could be Richard's father, I screwed Kerry often enough in the year before she finally told me she was pregnant and by the time she told me it was too late, she'd passed week twenty and week eighteen was the absolute latest an abortion could legally be performed.

Kerry married Richard Walker, he was thirty-two years old, twelve years older than Kerry and married her with just two month's to go, they named the baby Richard to try and quell the rumour mill that was hinting that Richard probably wasn't the father. Kerry and Richard had two kids together before he walked out on her and divorced her, well, I say they had two, again, I could have been either child's biological father, I visited Kerry a few times a year and we always had great sex, just like today, we fucked for two hours so that I'd let her have my club in Kettering, the Warehouse, for Mark's tenth birthday party in four weeks time. We'd finished fucking and were getting dressed when I saw the woman that I usually bumped into at the village shop most days.

There was something different about the woman today though, she was wearing a very pretty white summer dress that was so thin that I could just make out her bra and knickers through it, I'll bet that usually she would wear a full slip under it so why not today? It was warm, it was a lovely mid-summer's day. I was a very good business man and one of my skills was reading people, she wasn't the kind of woman to show off like that in the street so what was different today. I thought back, I didn't see her for four days in a row about two weeks ago, and two weeks before that was the first time that she spoke to me before I spoke to her. A pattern was there, I racked my brains back to six weeks earlier, well, I was away for a few days but two days after I got back I'd missed seeing her at the shop again, a definite pattern, I'll bet that she's in the middle of her fertile period, her subconscious mind is putting her on display to attract a mate and even though I'd just had very energetic sex for two hours I wouldn't turn down an offer, even if it was a subconscious one.

"What can you tell me about her?"

Kerry looped her arm over my neck, "That's Vicky, Vicky Clarke, she's the same age as me, three kids, Peter is a year younger than Mark and she has two daughters, eleven and thirteen I think, the thirteen year old might interest you, she's very athletic and a great dancer, you might be able to use her in your club, you know, special customer lap dances or other things."

"Are you inviting her kids to Mark's party?"

"Well, Mark will ask for Peter to go but there probably won't be any girls invited!"

"God, Mark must be Richard's kid, I'd lost all interest in playing with boys by the age of ten. I was totally focused on girls by nine years old if I remember."

"Vicky and I were at school together, 'The Lesbian Brides of Christ School for Young Ladies! I guessed that she must have soaked up all their crap while I rebelled against it."

"She married?"

"Yes, married to the Pope...not the real Pope of course, the real Pope is far less religious than her husband."

"Happily married?"

"Well, this is the second time she's walked passed your car and looked into it, I always thought that she was happily married but...have you been working on her?"

"No...not at all...we're just nodding acquaintances when we bump into each other at the village..."

"She's stopped just up the road, she looks confused, she can't make up her mind to walk on to the end of the road or walk back again!"

"Finish getting dressed quickly!"

I knocked the window so that my wedding ring 'Tinged' off of it and Kerry and I ran down the stairs, Kerry opened the front door and stepped out into her front garden, by the time that I was out Vicky was two houses away from us but walking in our direction. Rain suddenly sprang up and I ran to my car to try and keep dry. I invited Vicky to get in my car if she wanted a lift to the shop.

By the time that Victoria got in the car her white dress was totally transparent, her bra, also white, wasn't transparent, that would have needed a whole lot more rain on it but her knickers were just wet enough to start to become transparent and when she sat in the front seat and her soaking wet dress pressed down on her knickers they finally turned to frosted glass.

I knocked the AC off and cranked up the heat inside the car, I needed the windows to steam up so that I could have a little privacy with Victoria before the rain stopped. I realised that Victoria would need a valid reason to stay in my car with me once I started flirting with her, she was a well brought up young lady and saw herself as a pillar of the community but I had obviously piqued her interest on some level and would have to work quickly to get under her defences.

I engaged her in small talk until the windows finally fogged over giving me the privacy I needed, I started slowly, started by turning in my seat to face her, my right hand resting on her knee and I whispered some small piece of bullshit to make her lean in closer so I could steal a kiss. God did she look shocked, her eyes were fixed on my right hand rubbing up and down on her bare knee, I only went up as far as the hem of her dress, just rubbing that skin that was on display, I didn't want to frighten her off too quickly.

***

Gary put his hand on my bare knee and started stroking my exposed upper thigh, why had I put a dress on that was so thin and so short? Hell, I had no idea, I sometimes did things out of character but not often, I called it my crazy time, the time that I did things out of character, the time that I often lost whole hours out of my day and never knew what I'd been doing. He whispered something, I leaned in to hear him better and he kissed me. I pulled myself away from him, jerked my upper body against the car's door, he smiled at me and just carried on talking as if nothing had happened, carried on talking and rubbing my thigh. Because I'd leaned against the door my body was more on show through my wet dress and Gary was spending a lot of time looking over what was on display.

I should have pushed his hand away from my knee but I didn't want him to throw me out of his car, the rain was slowing down but I still couldn't go out in the street with my dress so see-through. I wanted to ask him to take me home so I could get dried off and change into something more sensible for a woman in my position, a decent wife and mother respected in the village. I looked all around, no one in the outside world could see me and Gary in his car, his fingertips were pushing at the hem of my dress, exposing a little more of my thigh, I leaned forwards in the seat to hide a little of my lower body and as soon as I did he kissed me again. I didn't stop him; I was excusing my lack of action with the fact that I needed to stop in the car long enough for the rain to stop and my dress to dry enough for me to be covered up enough to go out in the street.

I closed my eyes and soon relaxed into Gary's kisses, I even found myself responding to him much against my will, my body was acting on its own. Gary's hand left my knee, he rubbed his hand over the top of my dress and up to my breasts, he was palpating my breasts through my dress and bra. I broke our kiss and pushed his hand away from my chest, I looked down, my dress was almost back to hiding my body again, I looked over at his dashboard clock, "I've got to go, the shop will close soon for lunch."

Gary smiled at me and then he leaned in and kissed me once again before he turned his engine off, "Well, Let's hope the rain has stopped long enough for you to get home, or would you rather I wait and give you a lift home after you've finished your shopping?"

"I'm sure I'll be okay, the sun has come out again now!"

***

I thought I'd made my move too quickly, when I kissed her she almost crashed through the car's door, she hit it so hard with her back as she jumped away from me, I berated myself for moving so quickly but on the plus side, her body was more on display to me because of the way she was sitting and the hem of her dress had jumped an inch higher so there was more thigh for me to play with. She didn't have a bad body for a woman with three kids in her mid-thirties. Her dress was drying out quickly, she wouldn't be able to placate herself for much longer that she was only sitting in my car with me because her dress was too see-through to be in the street or the shop so I had to push things on a little, even though I really wanted to take my time more over winning her affections.

I gritted my teeth and eased her hem a little higher with the tips of my fingers, her reaction was again instant, she rolled her upper body away from the door and leaned forwards, I snatched another quick kiss but this time, although I sensed her reluctance she didn't pull away from me so my quick kiss turned into a longer kiss. I tried to get my right hand under the hem of her dress but she stopped me so I took the overland route, up over her dress on the outside until I reached her bra covered breast. I'd really have preferred my hand to be inside, flesh rubbing over flesh but I'd take what little victories I could get and to my surprise, as I rubbed and squeezed her tits through her dress and bra she started to respond to my kisses, even opening her mouth so my tongue could slip into her mouth.

Everything was going along better than I could have ever expected, I was getting much further than I expected. I knew that my time was coming to a close though; her dress was so thin that it was drying out very quickly and I couldn't see her panties through it any more so she would soon have no excuse to stay in the car with me and she'd be gone. I needed to push her a little more so I started to unfasten the small buttons down the front of her dress, I'd need at least three buttons open to get my hand inside, if I could get my fingers under her bra cup and get a firm hold of her bare breast I'd be ninety percent there, actually, the kind of woman that Victoria was, I could be more than ninety percent there. If I could breach her defences to that extent she might let me take her home and once inside her house she'd be lost and I'd be in her marital bed between her thighs.

She suddenly moved taking me by surprise, she knocked my hand away from her breasts and pulled her mouth away from mine, she looked over at the dashboard and said, "I've got to go, the shop will be closing for lunch any minute now."

I gave her a smile, I'd have to be satisfied with how far I'd gotten, I did offer her a lift home, ever hopeful, I knew from the way she had reacted to my kisses that if I could once get through her front door or get her through mine she wouldn't be able to stop me fucking her. I took one last try as she was working the door handle to open her door; I reached out, turned her face to mine and kissed her once again. She responded to my kiss and returned it for a full minute before pulling herself away again and slipping out of my car.

I started the engine, flicked the air conditioning on, the windows were clear of their fog in seconds and I watched as Victoria rushed around the shelves picking her groceries up. I noticed that the two buttons that I'd managed to open in the front of her dress were still open, her dress was gaping open slightly at that point, just a little peek of her cleavage showing through. She was definitely way off kilter, there was an underlying issue and I was hoping that it was her hormones fucking with her head because if that was the case, I might get another crack at her tomorrow but if not, Mark Walker's birthday party was four weeks away tomorrow so if Vicky was under hormonal control today then she probably would be in four weeks time as well and in four weeks time I might have the chance of getting her through my front door.

"Telephone on...Kerry Walker!"

I heard the tones that made up Kerry's telephone number coming out of the loud speaker built into the car's dashboard and then the ringing tones before, "Hello, Kerry Walker, how may I help you?"

"Kerry, when you invite the guests to Mark's birthday party make it open to the guest and siblings, tell Mark he can invite everyone from his class at school and his usual friends as well, I'll put on a finger buffet for a hundred and fifty kids and I'll provide the cake so Mark can have a great party and it won't cost you a penny for the room or food."

"What about the drinks?"

"I'll give you free pre-mix soft drinks for all the kids and two alcoholic drinks maximum per parent but for that you'll have to do something for me!"

"What's that?"

"Work on Vicky Clarke for me, talk her into coming along to the party, tell her you might need a hand with the younger kids or something, try to get her to bring her daughters along as well!"

"Okay, you've got a deal."

"Thanks Kerry, love you, bye!"

***

I desperately wanted Gary to drive away, I was hanging out in the shop as long as I could, the owner wanted to close his shop up so he could get his lunch, he kept asking me if there was anything else I needed, I watched as Gary spoke to himself inside his car, probably on the telephone, hopefully on the telephone. I really needed him to drive away, I don't know what came over me earlier but I was...well, let's say I'd allowed things to go far too far and I was afraid that I was in one of my crazy moods, those times when I became a little reckless and lost track of what I was doing, I was worried that if I stepped out of the shop and Gary offered me a lift home I wouldn't be able to resist him. I'd really enjoyed kissing him, he was a brilliant kisser, far better than my husband, I'd allowed him to open my dress, I only slipped out of my madness when I'd felt him trying to push his hand through the buttons he'd opened and he was on his way to unfastening a third button when I stopped him. I doubted that I'd have the strength to stop him going even further if he got hold of me again before I got my feet back on the ground and slipped back out of my crazy time.

I paid for my groceries and reluctantly walked to the shop door, my hand was on the handle and I was pulling it open when Gary drove off. I heaved a sigh of relief or was it disappointment but at least I was safe to walk home, I'd need to be careful, crazy time could last three or four days and I really didn't want to put myself in danger from Gary.

Saturday I had the kids with me so however crazy I went I'd be shielded by the kids, I walked Peter to his football match, it was really cricket season but the under ten's played football all year round because so many winter matches were cancelled due to inclement weather. Kerry saw me standing on the touchline and made her way around to me.

"Hi Victoria, I've got an invitation for Peter to come to Mark's birthday party."

"Thanks, God, is it that time of the year already?"

"Yep, seems to come around sooner every year."

I opened the envelope, "Oh, Peter and siblings! I doubt that Sarah or Dawn will be interested in going to a ten year old's birthday party!"

"Oh, that surprises me; I thought Sarah would kill to get in the Warehouse!"

"What's the warehouse?"

"The big club in Kettering, half of it's a disco, the disco for young people in a fifty mile radius, the other half is a club, some kind of casino, you know, gambling, roulette, blackjack, slots. I think they even have an adult cinema and pole dance stage but that'll all be closed while the party is going on. I was only going to invite the usual twenty or thirty of Mark's friends but the disco building holds something like a thousand adults so thirty kids will be lost in there. I was hoping to ask if you would be free to help give me a hand if we get some younger kids."

I was once again a victim of 'Abraham Maslow' and his hot button motivators, my personal button was the need to help, the need to be useful to others so I found myself saying that I'd help out if I could. My problem was that if my daughters didn't want to go I'd have to stay at home with them and the chances of Dawn and Sarah wanting to go to a ten year old boy's birthday party were very remote, Dawn would want to be at home reading and Sarah would want to practice for her ballet exam, I have no idea which exam, there seemed to be one every month or so, all I knew was that it cost me twenty quid for each exam.

Sarah was thirteen years old so legally she could be left home alone if my husband was working that Saturday but she couldn't be left in charge of younger siblings so if Johnny was working I'd have to take Dawn along with me at least, mind you, so long as I let her take a book with her, she'd be happy to read anywhere.

Because Kerry was standing next to me we attracted four of the fathers that were watching their kids playing football, I found myself chatting rather than watching Peter playing. Kerry was definitely the centre of attraction for the men; she was divorced and friendly, very friendly, if you know what I mean. The men made jokes behind her back, like the fact that she was the village 'ball-boy' and if the men thought that no one else could hear then they usually added, "And oh boy can she ball!"

There was a lot of shouting from the other side of the pitch, the parents of the opposing team were shouting at their kids to get back, I looked over the shoulder of the man standing in front of me and saw Peter steamrollering down the wing, Peter was a defender so he never got to play in the opponent's half of the pitch, he crossed the half way line and his coach was screaming for him to pass the ball to one of the forwards, at the edge of the penalty box Peter crossed the ball to his centre forward and turned and ran back to his position at full speed, the centre forward shot at the goal, he was an inch wide, the ball clipped the corner post and spiralled off into the woods that ran down the side of the pitch.

Another ball was thrown into the goalkeeper so that he could kick the ball back into play and a voice from somewhere called out "Ball boy, we need the ball fetching from the woods!"

Kerry was talking to Brian Glover, he patted her shoulder, "Wanna come find the ball with me Kerry?"

I saw Brian wink at Kerry and saw her smile back at him and then they walked over to the main pathway into the woods to look for the lost ball. I was left talking to three men as the match progressed. The ball was being moved by the opposition down towards Peter and the goal he was protecting, Peter ran into the opposition's forward player, Peter hit like a train, the ball flew thirty feet into the air and off over to the woods once again. Yet another ball was thrown in for the opposition to do their throw-in, the coach called out, "Last ball in play guys, we need someone to go and find the second ball or we might have a hold up in a minute."

One of the dads that I was talking to looked into the two other men's faces and then he looked at me, "Would you like to come and look for the ball with me Vicky?"

I looked at the other two men; they were both smiling but had no intention of going into the woods on a ball hunt. "Okay, I'll help!"

I noticed all the other fathers of our players watching as I walked along with Ruben Greenburg towards the path into the woods. We were only a few feet in when I spotted Kerry Walker and Brian Glover off to one side, Kerry was bent over, the back of her dress had been flipped up to her neck and Brian was standing behind her with his trousers around his ankles, Kerry suddenly stood upright, "Stop, someone's coming!"

Brian looked over in our direction, "Don't worry, it's just Ruben and Vicky coming to look for a ball just like us!"

Brian then pulled the front of Kerry's dress up to her chin exposing her bare breasts, she'd gone to the match braless but the strange thing was, it looked like she was still wearing her knickers so how was Brian doing what he was doing to her? Then I realised that her knickers were all front, she was wearing a thong so there was no back or real crotch to get in Brian's way.

Ruben put his arm over my shoulder and he kissed my cheek, "Come this way, well find a little more privacy over here!"

I let Ruben pull me into another side path that led to a dead end in the bushes, I was stupidly looking for the ball still when Ruben pushed me against a tree and started to grope me through my clothes as his mouth attacked mine hungrily. Ruben seemed to have eight hands; every time I pushed one away from my body another seemed to appear from out of nowhere. I realised that the same thing was happening with Ruben as happened with Gary the day before, I wanted to fight him off, my brain was telling me to fight him off but my mouth was returning his kisses and my hands weren't pushing his hands off of my body with any conviction and I felt the bottom of my dress moving up above my hips.

Luckily for me Kerry suddenly entered my sightline and seeing her jerked me out of my crazy zone, Kerry smiled at me, she could see Ruben was pulling my knickers down, my bush was half exposed when I finally heaved Ruben's body away from me and I dropped under his arms as he tried to reacquire me. Ruben would have caught me and dragged me back but his trousers and underpants were around his ankles. Kerry had both balls under her arms, she looked a little confused at me being at her side, "You didn't have to stop, if one of us finds both balls we always leave the second one at the end of the path so the others can bring it back out onto the field.

Both balls were dropped at the coach's feet but Kerry held me back on the other side of the field. "What's your problem, I watched you long enough with Ruben, you've really confused him now, you were over there flirting with all four men, you go into the woods with the guy, he's really nice, he goes a lot longer because he's circumcised, he's great fun to be with and I saw that you really wanted him to fuck you until you saw me at the end of the path."

I had to admit that I didn't know what had come over me, "I'm not like that Kerry, I've never been unfaithful, I don't know what came over me, sometimes I just go a little crazy but I really don't want to have sex with another man."

"Well, if you had been dressed properly you would have been fucking before I finished and you'd have got it all out of your system!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like me, I never wear a bra on match day so the guys can get at my puppies more easily and in less time and the thong means that they don't have to take them off, just pull the string to one side and they're in. Much better too because they don't have to strip you off totally, so long as your dress is loose enough they can fuck you and it can all be over in just a couple of minutes, nothing to pick up of the wet grass and you can cover up quickly if anyone stumbles into the woods after you."

I was shocked, I was shocked that I'd seen Kerry fucking Brian Glover in the woods and not run a mile, even more shocked that I'd allowed Ruben to drag me into another secluded spot, more shocked still that I'd allowed things to go so far and grateful that I'd come to my senses when I saw Kerry at the end of the path.

Kerry shook my shoulder, "I said, leaving your bra off is the easy part but do you have any thongs or G-strings?"

"What, what...no, I don't own a thong or G-string!"

"You should get a pair, they don't cost much, you can get a pair from Asda or Primark for under a tenner and the cheaper the better when it comes to a thong."

I couldn't believe that I was standing there listening to Kerry telling me the best way to commit adultery with the fathers of our junior football team, then there was another wild kick and a ball flew off into the woods again, Kerry watched the trajectory of the ball, "I'll go and get it," Kerry called out as she jogged off towards the path into the woods, I watched the men, again, all men were looking, Ruben Greenburg followed her into the woods and as soon as both of them were out of sight the men went back to watching the match.

I was still in crazy mode, I sauntered over to the path and wandered into the woods, I spotted the football at the end of the path that Ruben had taken me down, I stopped at the ball and looked down the path, Ruben was standing, well rocking back and forth, with his back to me, his trousers and underpants were around his ankles and Kerry was bent over in front of him with her dress up around her ears, she didn't seem to look back but as Ruben was gasping through his orgasm Kerry said, "You got any tissues in your handbag Vicky?"

I froze momentarily, "I've used mine up already, I'm going to need something to clean myself up before I can go back out onto the pitch!"

I found my packet of tissues and held them out in my hand.

"Well, bring them here for us!"

Ruben's body was still twitching and jerking through his orgasm when I reached them. Kerry took two tissues and as Ruben's cock flopped out of her cunt he put his arm over my shoulder and kissed me, "I'm sorry Victoria; I thought that you were in on our little game that we play every week. Kerry's put me straight though, perhaps next week eh?"

Ruben took a tissue from me and wiped strings of spunk from his cock with it before he handed it back to me. Kerry was straightening her dress down, "You take the ball out Ruben, we'll be out in a few minutes."

Once Ruben was gone Kerry took his sticky tissue from me, "We always have to remember to take any tissues or condoms away with us, people walk their dogs here and we don't want them to be attracted to used tissues!"

Kerry opened her handbag, she had a freezer bag in her handbag and she popped the three tissues into it with a small ball from her earlier expedition.

"Hey, you have a full packet of tissues in there!"

"Yes, but I needed an excuse to get you to come over to us, seeing us fucking and seeing Ruben's cute little circumcised cock is all part of getting you ready to play next time, or perhaps the time after that!"

We walked side by side back to the sports field; just as we were leaving the woods Kerry stopped me, "Next week try just leaving your bra off, wear that lovely white dress that you were wearing yesterday, that shows your charms off wonderfully."

"I don't usually wear that dress out in the street, not without a full slip under it."

Kerry pulled a face, "Well, okay, wear it with a slip under if you like but try leaving your bra off, see how the men respond and react to you...you don't have to do anything, if you don't want to be fucked just stay out of the woods."

'There's no way on this earth that I'm even coming to the football next week, Johnny can bring Peter, he's due to be off next Saturday anyway,' ran through my head as Kerry and I rejoined the other parents on the touchline. The match ended in a draw which was a good result for our team, Mark Walker had been the star player on our team and in four weeks time he'd move up to the under twelve's team and Peter's team would lose their star player.

Peter and I walked home; we collected Dawn from the library with her arms full of library books that she'd taken out on loan and got home to the sound of the windows shaking because of the volume Sarah had the music player turned up to. Sarah was dancing around the living room, she'd pushed all the furniture out away from the middle of the room to practice leaps and bounds as she danced and almost crapped herself when she pirouetted out of a leap and spotted me standing at the music player hitting the quiet button.

"Peter's been invited to Mark Walker's birthday party in four weeks time."

Sarah looked around to see if I was talking to anyone else as she pushed the furniture back into place, she realised that we were alone in the room, "Why are you telling me?"

"Because they've invited siblings as well as Peter."

"You can't make me go!"

"No, you're right, I'll have to take Dawn though because it's too far away to get there and back while the library is open so you'll be on your own all afternoon but you'll probably prefer it that way I guess."

I made Peter a snack to rebuild his energy reserves, Sarah came into the kitchen to get a biscuit and she spotted the invitation stuck on the front of the fridge, "Mum, this says that Mark's party is at the Warehouse, You...Can...Not...Leave...Me...At...Home, not if everybody else is going to the Warehouse in Kettering! Mum, that place is supposed to be phenomenal, my dance teacher has been trying to rent the place on a Saturday afternoon to put on a show for months, they just don't rent it out to groups in the day, how did Mark's mum manage to get them to let her book it?"

"I think that Kerry was a dancer at one of the owner's other clubs before Richard was born!"

"Richard, Richard Walker! Will he be there too?"

"I have no idea, he's that bit older, he could actually look after his other brother so Kerry only has to take Mark but I don't know for sure! So do I say Peter and Dawn will be going or all three of you?"

"Can you ask her if her Richard is going first?"

"If I do that she might wonder if you or Dawn has an interest in him!"

"Don't be a silly mummy, Richard is the school hunk, he's a fifteen year old man, far too old for Dawn and anyway, he wouldn't even know that I existed...you'd better not ask Mrs. Walker if Richard is going, just say that all three of us will be there!"

Johnny got home from work, he was tired out, it had been a hard day for him. He had a bath instead of his usual shower and that usually meant that he had over strained his muscles in some way. We all waited for him to come down from his bath before we ate dinner and I was 'nice' to him for the rest of the evening, he had one drink and fell asleep in front of the TV before the kids went to bed even. At eleven o'clock I woke him and we went to bed, I wore my sexiest nighty and I left my bra and knickers off, that would usually be enough of a hint to my husband that I would be receptive to his bedtime advances but he was fast asleep before I got into the bedroom.

I tossed and turned until three o'clock in the morning without managing to get to sleep and at three o'clock I slipped out of bed, I went through the house, my book was lying on the arm of my chair in the living room so I could sit and probably finish my book before anyone stirred in the house. I trailed my hand over the back of my chair; perhaps I could have a hot milky drink, that might make me sleepy. I wandered through to the kitchen, I got a pan out of the drawer, placed it on the stovetop and went to the fridge for milk, I saw the pretty white dress that Kerry had suggested that I should wear the following Saturday to the football match that I had no intention of going to. I wasn't wearing a bra or knickers when I went to bed last night and I still didn't get any fun.

My little white dress had been washed, hung out in the sun for two hours to dry; all it needed before I could wear it again was a rubbing over with a hot iron. I returned to the cooker without the milk and took the pan off of the stovetop and as I squatted down to put the pan away I was surprised to see that I wasn't wearing my pink, almost see-through, nighty but had somehow changed into my little white and wrinkly dress.

I had told myself not to go out in the street in the dress again without my slip on under it but here I was, stepping through my back door wearing just my dress, no slip under it or bra and as a gentle breeze blew past my legs and up a little under it too. I suddenly realised that I was walking down my garden path with just a dress on and nothing under it at all, not a stitch.

I was wandering aimlessly up and down village streets for thirty minutes before I found myself on Brook Street, the longest road in the village. I got about half way down the road when I noticed that Kerry's living room light was on, I stepped off the road and onto her path, I spotted Kerry kneeling on her sofa with her back to the window, she was humping her body up and down which looked a little strange to my sleep deprived brain until it resolved another pair of legs sticking out from under her bottom, very naked and very hairy legs. Then I saw a very shocked face looking over Kerry's shoulder. I saw his lips move and then Kerry looked over her shoulder in my direction.

Kerry lifted her body and I saw the man's cock fall out of her cunt as she backed away from him. She ran across the room to her front door and stepped out, closing the door behind her. She whispered, "Are you okay Vicky? You look a little spaced out!"

"Just couldn't get to sleep, too much going on in my head I guess!"

"You want a coffee?"

"I couldn't, you're busy in there."

I nodded my head towards the naked man sitting on her sofa with both of his hands covering his cock and balls. Kerry looked over her shoulder, she smiled at the man and waved to him, "He won't mind, come on, I could do with a coffee, been a busy night, usually is when it's a full moon! You can make the coffee while I finish up with Paul, or is he Robert? Hell, who cares, a cock's a cock!"

Kerry took my elbow, she put her finger to her lips, shushed me, "Don't wake the kids!"

I followed Kerry into the living room, she stopped just inside the doorway and she closed the curtains, I just stood there like a lemon looking at the man with his hands hiding his, much reduced in size, cock. Kerry pushed me forward, "You can either go into the kitchen and make three cups of coffee or I'll go in the kitchen and you can take over with...erm...him over there!"

The man smiled and his face suddenly brightened up and his hands started to be pushed away from his groin by his cock growing fat and long once again. I jumped forward and almost ran into the kitchen to make the coffees. I spotted a PC in the little room at the side of the kitchen that most people used as a dining room, I pushed the mouse while I was waiting for the kettle to boil, the screen popped into life, Kerry had been in a chat room, it looked like Kerry's character in the chat room was 'notty-girl-KW' and the status said busily fucking 'Bedford-Dog', back any minute.

I scrolled back through the messages and read through the messages leading to Kerry changing her status, she was telling one chatter that she was waiting for 'Bedford-Don' to turn up, that chatter was asking if he could get an invite over to her house and Kerry had told him that she would invite him over if 'Bedford-Dog' couldn't keep his end up.

"Are you finished with 'Deputy-dog'...sorry, 'Bedford-Dog' already Kerry?"

I jumped away from the screen, moving the mouse and reading through the messages must have triggered something that said Kerry's computer was now active.

"If 'B-D' is finished with you Kerry can I come over now please?"

I popped my head around the living room door; Kerry was totally naked and was bouncing up and down on the man's cock, the man I assumed was 'Bedford-Dog'. "I'm sorry Kerry, I touched your PC and there are messages coming in for you now."

Kerry kissed the man, "I'm sorry darling, you know what the chat room's like if someone thinks I'm ignoring them."

Kerry eased herself off of the man's cock again, she rushed past me and as she entered the dining room she said, "Go in and keep him entertained, you don't have to let him fuck you, just keep him happy for a few minutes."

I walked into the living room tentatively, I looked back over my shoulder at Kerry typing away furiously on her keyboard. I stopped well short of the sofa and just stood there looking at the man, he wasn't trying to hide his cock this time and when he realised that I wasn't going any closer he stood up and walked over to me, "Come on, get a hand full of the Bedford-Dog!"

He took my hand and placed it over his cock, he formed my hand around his cock shaft and pulled me into his embrace and as he kissed me he humped his cock into my hand. He seemed to be more excited fucking my hand than he had been while fucking Kerry. He started heavy breathing as he humped and then began massaging my breasts. I just stood there not moving, well apart from my traitorous mouth which was actually encouraging him to kiss me more passionately. He gasped and jerked and I felt warmth spreading across my belly through my dress and then down the back of my hand.

"I'm sorry but when Kerry told me that you were a faithful wife and wouldn't let me fuck you, well, it's so unusual in this day and age for a woman to be such a pillar of society and yet take risks like you have been taking. It was just too much of a temptation; I had to cum over you!"

He grinned at me and then Kerry walked in carrying a tray with three cups of coffee on it and we all sat around chatting, Kerry and her friend still totally naked and me, sitting there with my dress covered with his spunk all over my belly. Kelly was trying to talk me into taking my dress off and sitting on the sofa with them in the nude as well, "It'll help you to get over your shyness, you know that...thingy here won't want to fuck you so soon after he's just emptied his balls, he won't get hard again for ages."

I spotted the tell-tale signs, my brain was issuing orders not to take my dress off but my hands were already reaching for the hem. I forced myself to my feet and even though my cup was only half empty I made my apologies and left the two of them there together. It was totally light now outside, six o'clock and about the time that my kids would usually wake up. I'd been frustrated when I left home and I was frustrated, disappointed and covered in a stranger's spunk on my way home.

I should have changed my dress but instead I curled up on the sofa and had a catnap. I was really hoping that my crazy time would end soon because I'd taken way too many risks in the past few days.

Well, nothing happened out of the ordinary for the rest of Sunday, Monday I saw Gary at the shop, he asked me if I'd like a lift home and I found no problems at all in turning him down. On Tuesday I stood outside the shop and had a twenty minute conversation with Gary but once again I turned him down when he asked me if I'd like a lift back home in his car.

I had slipped back into my usual pattern of looking forward to bumping into Gary but being too shy and too scared to get into his car.

Mark Walker's party was rapidly approaching, on the Friday before his big day I went into town to buy his gift that would say it was from Peter but everyone would know that I'd actually bought it, wrapped it, written the card and licked the flap on the envelope. My son would be as surprised as Mark would be when Mark opened the gift the following day.

I had no intention of going into Primark but I found a Primark bag in my hands when I got home, I peeked into it with trepidation, just as I thought, the crazy time was back, in the bag was a pair of thongs, bright red silk triangle front and black lacy shoestrings for the back and sides, it looked familiar to me, it could have been because I had seen them when I bought them in Primark but then it dawned on me that they were the same knickers that I'd seen Kerry wearing a month earlier when I saw her being fucked by Brian Glover and Ruben Greenburg. It also dawned on me that the thong perfectly matched the red dress with black floral design that I was wearing when I went out that morning so my mind could have been on seeing Kerry fucking in the woods and that prospect worried me slightly or it could have been that I'd bought it to match my red and black summer dress which would have been far less worrying.

***

I had pulled back a lot from trying to get into Victoria's knickers, the next time I saw her after the day I had her in my car and got so close to getting my hands inside her dress she ran a mile, I'd made a note in my diary, I'd put a note against the Friday and because I had a theory that Victoria's openness on the Friday was probably due to the fact that she was in the most fertile part of her monthly cycle, I flicked forward twenty-eight days and put a question mark against that Friday and I added 'VC-Sexy'. Then I had another thought and flicked back fourteen days and put '? VC-Missing' because if I was right and the change I'd seen in Vicky was due to her periods then I probably wouldn't see her for three or four days while she was at the worst point in her cycle.

It took a few days to get Vicky to talk to me at the village shop but she rejected every attempt I made to get her into my car or anywhere private. I also noticed that her lips looked less kissable; there was less of a spark in her eye and no 'Swish' in her tail. She still looked beautiful but not quite so desirable or as I would say, 'Fuckable'!

I missed Victoria two days on the trot at the shops and I checked my diary and the day before was marked with '? VC-Missing', mental note to self, 'Make sure that you're in the village as much as possible on Monday, see if Vicky turns up!'

I was spot on, on Monday I saw Vicky walking towards the shop, I slowed to her pace and wound down the passenger window, "Hi Vicky, can I offer you a lift to the shop?"

"Thanks for the offer Gary but I really need the walk, been stuck in home all weekend!"

"Can I walk with you then?"

"If you like!"

We walked the quarter of a mile to the shop just chatting about nothing in general, we walked around the shop together still chatting and I let Vicky go through the checkout before me, I thought it would be a test, if she ran off home as soon as she got out of the shop it would mean that deep down inside she probably didn't want to have anything to do with me but if she hung around outside the shop for me to get out then there had to be some interest in me at some subconscious level. Vicky was still outside the shop when I got out and I gave her an appreciative smile. We walked back to my car, again chatting about nothing in particular, I was trying to restrain myself but at my car I had a moment of weakness and kissed her on her cheek. She was shocked, she pulled away from me and looked all around to see if anyone was watching us, I kept it light, just chatted for a few moments innocently and then said my goodbyes.

And that was the start of Victoria's new monthly cycle, now all I have to do is keep behaving myself for two weeks and when Mark's birthday comes around I'll get to have my birthday as well. I'd have to make sure that the stage was really set, make sure that there is a clean sofa in my office, then I remembered what Kerry had said what Vicky's daughter was like, a super-fit thirteen year old girl that was mad on dancing and Kerry had already confirmed that Vicky was bringing all three of her kids with her, Kerry's son Richard hadn't been keen on going to his brother's party but Kerry told him that I had something I wanted him to do for me on the day so he had reluctantly agreed to go.

I had told myself that on the Friday before Mark's party I should try and stay away from the village shop, if Vicky was in her fertile period I doubt that I'd be able to keep my hands off of her and if I overstep the mark I might not get her into my club and my clutches on Saturday. I didn't manage to keep away from the village and I did see Victoria but she didn't see me. I was four hundred yards away from her as she was running to catch the bus into Kettering that was standing at the bus stop on the village green.

I didn't need to get closer than four hundred yards to know that I was right about her fertile period having already started, I could see from the way that she was dressed that she was. She was wearing an ultra-short summer dress, it had a high belt that cinched her dress in tight under her bust and then the rest of the red silky dress flared out from that point. Red imitation silk with black floral print over and as she ran for the bus I could see her tits bouncing which proved that she wasn't wearing a bra under the dress and also as she ran there was a flick in her hips that caused her hem to fly up slightly showing the backs of her legs almost up to her knickers.

Now I really was excited, I changed direction and instead of going to the shop I visited Kerry in Brook Street and I fucked her senseless!

****

I was walking around on eggshells for the rest of the day, if my crazy time had come again so soon after the last time I could do anything, like wander absentmindedly out of the house wearing just a skimpy dress and nothing else in the middle of the night, I'd come so close that day to letting Ruben Greenburg fuck me and I'd looked on as Kerry fucked three different men in one day, I'd held a stranger's cock while he used my hand to masturbate himself all over my dress and belly. I'd actually come so close to allowing that man to fuck me that it frightened me, if Kelly hadn't already told the man that I wasn't ready to fuck he might have used my cunt to masturbate himself into.

Saturday morning Sarah was going crazy, she had tried on every dress, every skirt and top combination, every pair of tights, leggings and socks she owned and that was before she considered shoes and handbags or hairstyles. Dawn was going crazy too, trying to work out which of thirty books she was reading simultaneously to take with her. Peter was trying to keep well out of the way in case I made him have a shower and brush his hair. It was a Saturday and for Peter that meant he would be dressed in his usual football strip all day, party or no party.

I was wearing my pretty little white dress, I walked into the kitchen and Sarah's face drained of all colour, "Mum, you can't go out dressed like that!"

"Dressed like what?"

"Mum, you either have to change your white dress for your red one or you have to change your knickers to white ones."

Peter's head shot round and he grinned when he saw the way I was dressed. I ran to my room and forced off my crazy, rose tinted glasses, and looked at my reflection critically, I was as shocked as Sarah had been, I was wearing the red thong under the pretty white dress and I could see the thong though the thin material of my dress. I kicked the thong off and put on a pair of white bikini brief knickers, I could still see my knickers if I looked closely, I could also see my areola showing through the top half of my dress if I pulled it tight. I had a moment of clarity when I told myself that I needed to put a bra on under that dress or better still a bra and a full slip under it but Sarah was calling up the stairs, "Mum, the bus will be here in five minutes and if we miss this one the next bus will get us into Kettering thirty minutes after the party has started.

I grabbed my bag and ran for the stairs, all clarity lost in the swirls of my crazy panic. People were looking at the four of us on the bus, we must have looked a sight, Sarah was dressed for the stage, overly made up, extravagant hairstyle and wearing one of her costumes from a stage musical she had taken part in. Dawn may as well have been wearing her pyjamas; she often slept in the soft cotton shorts and T-shirt that she was wearing on the bus, in fact she might well have been wearing them in bed last night. Peter dressed in his football strip and he'd even managed to smuggle a football out of the house with him so we must have looked a right quartet of chavs to people on the bus.

With the vagaries of rural public transport the bus we managed to catch got us into Kettering an hour before Mark's party was due to start, the next bus would have got us into town ninety minutes later, thirty minutes after the party was due to start. I was happy to wander around the town centre looking in shop windows even though I seemed to be attracting men's attention wherever we went.

Splot, splat...it was only two lumps of rain but it suddenly turned cool and the wind sprang up, I looked up, I couldn't afford to be caught in another summer shower, I remembered how it had looked the last time when I was caught in a shower wearing that dress and I'd been wearing a bra to give me extra coverage that time. I gathered the kids and we took a run to the Warehouse, hoping that it would be open by now. The front door was closed and there were no signs of life.

Splat, splot, splat...three huge lumps of rain fell, there was definitely a summer shower about to empty over our sleepy little town, I spotted the driveway leading to the rear car park behind the club. The signs all said that the land was private and no public right of way but if I was going to get soaked in a summer shower I wanted to be out of sight of the shoppers out on the main road so we ran around the back of the club. The left half of the building was the disco where Mark's party was being held, we checked all of the emergency exits on that side of the building but they were all buttoned up tight. Sarah pointed to the far right of the building, "There's a light on over there and it looks like the door is propped open."

We reached the open door just as the rain pounded down 'Safe!' shouted out inside my head. Sarah was ahead of the line entering the building, she was passing an open door on her right and she stopped dead in her tracks, Peter walked into her but she didn't react, well not in the way I'd expected her to react. Usually if Peter had walked into her so carelessly like that she would have flipped and her arms would have wind-milled in his direction but this time Sarah was just stationary, her jaw had dropped and her face had lit up. I caught up with her and looked in the open doorway. It was a very small room by commercial property standards, around thirty square feet, mirrored walls all around and a small stage against one wall, the stage had a mirrored floor and in the centre of the stage was a chromium plated pole rising up to the ceiling which was also mirrored.

A man was on the stage in stocking feet and he was polishing the pole, then I spotted a reflection, behind the door but in front of the stage was a plush leather seat and Gary Heaver sitting in the seat watching the cleaner.

"You have to reach up higher than that, I can still see finger prints and I want this room to be perfect today John!"

Sarah touched the door and the hinge squeaked drawing Gary's attention to the open doorway, "Hello, who do we have here."

Gary walked over to the door and opened it fully; he looked at the four of us standing in the darkened hallway. Gary looked at Sarah and gestured for her to turn around, "Well, graceful as a swan, supple as a snake and beautiful as a rose..." Gary offered Sarah his hand to shake but instead of shaking it he turned it over and brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of her hand. "...So you must be the famous dancer Miss Sarah Clarke!"

Sarah blushed and she melted into a puddle of embarrassment on the floor.

"And this, studious, intelligent, serious, insightful...how many books have you brought with you today Dawn?"

"Five!"

Gary turned his attention to Peter, "I heard that you came close to scoring a goal the other week but your coach made you pass it and your centre half fluffed it at the last minute, you have to be Peter Clarke the best full back in any of the Northamptonshire under ten's teams!"

Graham shook Peter's hand and then returned his attention to Sarah who was fixated on the little stage and the pole in the lap dance room, "You can have a go if you like but you'll have to take your shoes off first, if they have grit in the soles they'll scratch the mirrored floor."

Sarah was like a one hundred metres runner out of the blocks when the starter's pistol was fired.

Gary looked into the room, one of Sarah's shoes was in the passageway, the other was half way to the stage, "John, can you let Sarah have the floor for a while, put some dance music on for her..." Gary turned to Peter and Dawn, "...You two could share the seat, it's wide enough for you both."

I was still standing in the passageway as Sarah began to dance and once the music started to play she was well into her stride and she seemed to know exactly how to use the pole to make her dance movements as sexy as possible. Gary closed the door slightly and then he reached for my wrist, pulling me beside him and then pushing my back against the wall so that my back was to the lap-dancing room. Gary moved his body so that he was half in front of me but still able to see into the room.

Gary started fondling my breasts through my dress, no bra to get in his way this time, I just stood there looking into his face as he was making sure that my kids were all still engaged in the room dancing or watching, well, Peter and John were watching but Dawn had already got her book out and was ignoring everything around her.

Gary moved his head to the right and his lips covered mine, just a quick kiss but full on the lips. His right hand slipped off my breast and rubbed down over the front of my dress, he bent his knees slightly and his palm rubbed over my pussy mound and I still didn't do anything to stop him. I felt his fingers touching bare flesh between my legs just above my knees and Gary stood up again, he took another look into the room before covering my mouth with his again and he forced his tongue into my mouth as his fingertips rubbed over the front of my knickers.

He pressed his right knee between my legs forcing my legs apart and as soon as his fingers got access they rubbed between my legs over the gusset of my knickers. He moved his lips off of mine and looked into the room again, "Everything is safe."

Gary started rubbing upwards against my labia, because of the double gusset of my knickers the pressure of his rubbing was attenuated slightly but he still drove me rapidly to my orgasm even through my knickers. Gary took a step to his right so that he was now directly in front of me and the only way that Gary could see what my kids were doing was to work out an angle he could use to get their reflection from the mirror and he was now kissing me more than looking at what was happening in the room.

***

I spotted the reflection in the mirrors while I was checking down the sides of the arms on the lap dance seat. My cleaner John was polishing the pole, it always took ages to get all of the sweat and fingerprints from my lap dancers, actually he had more trouble cleaning the fanny-juice off of the pole from when the girls would simulate fucking the pole to turn the men on.

I flirted with Vicky's elder daughter and she responded exactly the way thirteen year old girls usually did, she loved having a man flirt with her. Dawn I could tell wasn't the slightest bit impressed with my approach so I didn't milk the point and Peter, he was totally impressed that I knew his playing position on the football team and the fact that I'd known about his match from four weeks earlier.

Vicky was so desperate to be loved that she put her own blinders on, she let me fondle her breasts through her dress, no bra was a major improvement on the way she dressed four weeks ago, some of Kerry's suggestions had seeped through her confused brain but not all, it would have been so much nicer to have found that she was wearing a thong like Kerry had suggested a month earlier.

Vicky was so hot for me that I had to assume that she hadn't had sex in the past month perhaps more like two months or even three, she was so desperate that even after she knew that I could see her kids by looking at the reflections in the mirrored walls she still wouldn't let herself see that if I could see her kids then by simple physics they had to be able to see us if they had just looked in the right direction. She was even so far gone that when I gave her the first orgasm of the day she even missed the fact that John was talking to Sarah about her dance, John had been around my lap dance bars around the country for so long that he knew what made a good dancer and he was giving Sarah tips and pointers on how to 'Make love' to the pole to turn her customers on and when John told Sarah to transition into the lap dance I had to kiss Vicky and increase her orgasm so that she wouldn't pay attention to John and Sarah.

Vicky didn't even hear when John told Sarah that she would usually be naked by the time she transitioned from pole dancing into lap-dancing and he was telling her to rub her bottom against Peter's lap the way a professional lap-cancer would do. Peter being a nine year old boy and having his sister rubbing her backside on his lap he went to push her away but John stopped him, "Any man touching a lap dancer with his hands automatically gets thrown out of the club and faces a membership ban as well."

I'd got the front of Vicky's dress up above her waist and my right hand down the front of her knickers so now I had a hand full of her fanny and was buzzing her clit, middle finger directly against her clitoris. John walked through the door, Vicky looked up into his eyes before she shuddered through yet another orgasm, my left hand was lifting the front of her dress even higher, John got a good look at her tits before he turned his back and walked along the corridor towards the front of the building.

I had asked Vicky to hold her dress up under her chin for me and she just did it, raising both hands to hold her dress up and looking down at her own body dancing on my middle finger as I drove her further up her orgasmic mountain. My left hand was now working on my own trousers; I was just exposing Vicky's pussy and easing my cock against her hairy cunt when we heard voices coming from the direction of the propped open fire exit. Vicky stiffened; she dropped the front of her dress and pushed me away just as Kerry, Richard, David and Mark Walker walked in dripping wet from the sudden shower. I managed to turn my back on the four people coming through the door, if I had realised that it was only Kerry and her family I wouldn't have bothered, they had all seen me naked many times, I'd often driven their mother to such a peak of pleasure that the noise she made would wake her sons.

The voices from the passageway brought Sarah, Dawn and Peter out of the lap dance room and we all wandered through to the disco area. I unlocked the front door and let a tide of party guests in slightly earlier than on the invitation.

The Disk Jockey was in position in his booth and had started the music and the sound to light system and we soon had wet kids running and dancing around trying to dry them out. I took Richard Walker to one side and said, "I need you to do me a little favour, Sarah Clarke is a good dancer, you know how lap dances work don't you?"

"Yes."

Well, I want you to ask Sarah for a lap dance, I don't want you to push her or anything, just see if you can get her to go with you into the lap dance room, encourage her to go through the motions, if she undresses for you and gives you a proper lap dance that will be great, if she dances fully dressed, I'd be happy with that too, either way, I'll give you twenty quid for your time."

"You want me to fuck her?"

I had to think about that but I nodded my head, "If she wants you to but don't press that, I'd rather have a happy and compliant thirteen year old girl than a distraught teenager crying on her mother's shoulder...and don't get caught taking her through to the club. I'll tell John to let the two of you go through but stop anyone else going down there."

Richard went through to the dance floor where Sarah was busting some moves, throwing some shapes and vogueing or as us oldies would say, striking a pose. Richard wasted no time in striking the same pose as Sarah and then started dancing with her and talking to her as best as he could under three kilowatts of sound amplification.

I spotted Sarah's sister Dawn sitting in the breakout area, the room furthest away from the noise of the disco, the space that dancers could come to when they met someone new that they wanted to treat to a quiet drink and a chat and perhaps go to the doorman of the club and rent a room for an hour or two. It was harder to spot Vicky though; she was in the disco area, in the dark, standing alone as far away from the other guests and parents as possible.

***

I had no idea how it happened, one minute I was standing watching Sarah dancing and the next Kerry and her sons were coming in the fire escape and I was standing almost naked holding the front of my dress under my chin and Gary was rubbing his erect cock against my vagina. I pulled myself together and pushed Gary away from me, I managed to cover myself up just before Richard Walker came through the door, Gary wasn't so lucky; he had managed to turn his back though so he could cover himself up before my three came out of the small room to join the crowd in the passageway.

I hid in the corner of the dark disco lounge, I had to pull myself together, crazy time was one thing, I usually ended up laughing about it once the craziness had ended, well, laughing until my stomach cramps started a few days later and I had four days of hell when I could hardly pass through my own front door. I'd been reckless, very reckless in the past, like popping into Kerry's house at four o'clock in the morning and spending two hours in her house while she was fucking a man, a stranger to me and I was sure to her as well, she couldn't remember his name, only his chat room handle. I'd come so close on that day to letting him fuck me and here I was doing it again just a month later.

Kerry was the first to spot me, I saw her talking to Gary at the bar, there was a steady stream of parents and kids arriving and they were all being directed into the huge disco area. There were four raised platforms with tables and chairs that the parents were slowly filling up staking a claim on a small area of comfort. Kerry walked over to me, Sarah and Kerry's son Richard ran behind her as she approached me, it looked odd to see Sarah holding a boy's hand as they ran through the darkened room.

"Hey Vicky, you okay?"

I managed a smile even though it was mainly pointless because of the darkness, "I'm okay, just watching the comings and goings and the kids dancing, Sarah was really enjoying herself until just now."

"Gary Heaver has asked me if I can help set out the food or if I can co-opt someone to help him because I'm still greeting the guests...any chance of you giving him a hand? We'll look after the kids for you while you're busy."

I looked over at Gary, he was the last person in the world that I wanted to be close to at that moment and then things changed, Rubin Greenburg walked in the room, he kissed Kerry on her cheek and sent his son, Daniel onto the dance floor. Ruben spotted me just behind Kerry and he sauntered over to my side, in the darkness his hand was on my bottom and he was pulling the back of my dress up, he leaned in to kiss me but I ducked out from under him and headed off to the bar to see what Gary wanted me to do. If I had to run the risk with a man today I'd rather it was Gary than Ruben or Brian Glover who had also just turned up.

"Kerry told me that you needed a hand!"

"I do, Kerry would have been a good helper but I'm glad that you're willing to deputise for her. All the food is in one of the small rooms by the fire escape that you came through."

Gary led me back down the dark passageway towards the now locked fire escape, the door to the lap dance room was still open and the music was playing in there again, I stopped to look through the door, Sarah was dancing in the stage and Richard was sitting in the leather chair, he was talking to her as she was dancing, he had his mobile phone in his hand and was using the club's wi-fi to find a u-tube video clip showing a professional lap dancer working her customer. Sarah jumped down off the stage to sit on the arm of the chair and watch the lap dancer on the small screen, as Sarah sat there watching the clip Richard Walker put his hand on her thigh and asked, "Is it okay for me to touch you, they have rules..."

"Yes I know, customers not allowed to touch with their hands...but at the moment we're just watching a video and I'm not lap-dancing."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Can I touch you?"

Sarah leaned forward and closed her eyes and Richard pulled her face down to his and kissed her and then they both went back to watching the video clip. Richard put his hand on Sarah's bare knee and began rubbing his hand up to the hem of her skirt and back to her knee. It instantly reminded me what Gary had done to me four weeks and a day earlier. I moved to go into the room but Gary pulled me back and locked his lips against mine, my eyes closed automatically and Gary pulled me further towards the fire escape, there was another room behind the one Sarah and Richard were in.

The mirror on the wall behind the comfortable seat was one way glass and the room that Gary pulled me into ran the fifteen feet depth of the dance room but was only half as wide, just wide enough to fit a small double bed and somewhere for someone to sit and watch the lap dancers working their customers, either that or for the customer to move into with the dancer if she does the trick for him.

Gary turned me to face into the room with Sarah and Richard in, Sarah and Richard kissed for a while and Richard's hand climbed a little further up Sarah's skirt, I heard him say, "Well, are you going to do me a lap dance or not?"

"You really want me to dance for you like the woman in the video clip?"

My dress cut off my view of the room for a moment as Gary pulled it up and over my head, I was standing in that small darkened room watching my daughter performing a sexy dance for Richard wearing just my knickers as Gary's hands massaged my breasts from behind and he was kissing the back of my neck. My knickers were being pulled down and I could feel the heat of Gary's naked hips pressing against my now naked buttocks. We were both naked in two minutes flat and Gary put his left hand between my shoulder blades, his right hand on my abdomen, he pulled me back with his right hand and pushed me away with his left hand. My breasts pressed into the one way glass and I watched as Sarah danced and as she danced two things happened, Sarah pulled her T-shirt off over her head and Gary pushed his cock into my cunt from behind me.

I'd orgasmed a million times by the time Sarah dropped her skirt to the floor and kicked it away. She did her full range of pole dancing routines wearing just her powder pink knickers including rubbing her pussy against the pole as she squatted down to the floor with her legs wide apart. Sarah actually gave herself an orgasm against the pole and then just sat for a few moments to get her breath back.

"Do you mind if I don't go all the way?"

"I'm more than happy with what you've already done Sarah, you were fantastic, we can stop now if you like!"

"Oh no, I want to do the lap dance but can I keep my knickers on?"

"Anything, anything you want to do is fine!"

I had another orgasm as Sarah walked over to Richard, she stopped just short of his knees, "Do you want to take your 'Thing' out before I carry on?"

"Do you mind?"

Sarah shook her head and Richard pulled his trousers down. I was behind the seat so I had to look away and find the reflection that would show me Richard's cock. It was bigger than I'd imagined. Sarah started dancing again, she turned her back and wriggled her bum in Richard's direction and as she wriggled and danced Richard masturbated himself. I was pulled away from the glass and Gary threw me onto the bed and as he entered me again he pulled my knees right up, I could hear Richard's heavy breathing and his whispered "I'm close!"

Sarah slipped backwards and rubbed her panty covered bottom against Richard's cockhead and he gasped as he tipped over the top and splashed down over the back of Sarah's knickers. Sarah stepped away from Richard and she looked over her shoulder to see the darker patch on the back of her knickers where Richard had deposited his spunk.

Gary started to fuck me harder and I had one massive orgasm as his seed flooded deep into my body. Sarah was fully dressed by the time Gary finished spewing his seed into my body and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch Sarah and Richard walking out of the mirrored room holding hands.

There was only one thing that I had to wipe Gary's spunk out of my cunt with and that was my knickers. I wiped and tossed my knickers into the bin at the side of the bed.

I pulled my dress on over my head; it took Gary significantly longer to get dressed. I helped him to carry boxes of food through to the breakout room and we set it all up on a row of tables. Gary signalled to the DJ to announce the food had arrived and about a hundred screaming kids flooded out of the disco area.

Gary pulled me to one side and whispered, "The DJ loves oral sex, why don't you go down to his kiosk and suck his cock for him?"

I rarely gave that service to my husband but I found myself slipping through the little door into the DJ's booth and sucking his cock. Sarah turned up and asked if the DJ had any One Direction tracks, my eldest daughter was just the thickness of a door away from me but I didn't let that stop me sucking his cock. I never actually saw his face just sucked his cock and swallowed his spunk. As soon as Sarah went back to the dance floor to dance with Richard I backed out of the DJ's booth and when I turned around I saw Gary talking to Brian Glover and Ruben Greenburg, it didn't look good especially when Gary gestured for me to join the three of them at the end of the bar in the disco area. Sarah and Richard were the only two on the dance floor; all the other kids and parents were at the food table in the breakout room so Gary pulled me against his body and kissed me. I pulled away and looked over towards Sarah, she just grinned at me and waved before turning her back on Gary and me as Gary pulled my face back to his and kissed me again.

Gary put his mouth against my ear, "Ruben likes anal sex, have you ever tried it before?"

I shook my head, "That's a pity, just remember to relax when he goes in for the first dip and it shouldn't be too bad."

Gary kissed me again, "You know where to take Brian and Ruben, check under the bed at the head end, there's a little bag with lubricant in it, it's up to you to use it or not though, Ruben would rather do it without!"

I must be totally mad; I was walking along holding hands with both Brian and Ruben, guiding them through the club half of the building and into the little bedroom behind the lap-dancing room. I quickly found the lubricant as Gary and Ruben undressed themselves before pulling my dress off over my head, I just managed to rub some petroleum jelly up my bum as Brian Glover lay on the bed on his back and he pulled me on top of him, at least I'd be kissing Brian, he was definitely the better looking out of the two men and then I felt Ruben behind me and OH MY GOD! Ruben just rammed his cock up my virgin arsehole. Both men got into a rhythm where they both pushed their cocks into my body and they both pulled out at the same time so my body was stationary as the two men fucked me simultaneously.

There was a crackle from the left of the room as Brian was keeping my mouth busy with his so I couldn't see who had opened the door into the lap dance room but I recognised Gary's voice, "Did you enjoy dancing for Richard?"

Then I heard Sarah's voice say, "Yes."

"But you didn't undress all the way for him?"

"No!"

"Will you undress all the way for me if I say all I want this time is a pole dance?"

"If you want me to but you have to stay down there while I'm dancing."

I tried to pull my mouth away and scream at the top of my voice for my daughter not to dance for Gary but I was too late, the music had started and it was too loud for me to hear their voices or for Sarah to have been able to hear mine...

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