I was starting to get a little bored and that was making me very short tempered with Johnny. Sex on his birthday had been unfulfilling, in fact I only climaxed because I made up my mind that I'd go to the next girl's evening out and let a man pick me up, I climaxed as I was imagining what the stranger might do to or with me and in a perverse kind of way, that act with a stranger would hopefully improve my sex life with my husband as it had with so many of my friends. I was bored and pissed off because on the last two possible evenings for fun I'd been tied up with family events that I couldn't escape and now I'd just read the email that set the date of the next night out for my birthday so I wouldn't get the chance to go again and I was really hoping to get in the practice before my next fuck with Johnny.

On Saturday morning we had been invited to a humanist naming ceremony in the city. A woman from our class at school who moved away to the city and lost touch with us had invited us out of the blue to go and witness the naming of her son. It was early in the morning on a nature park, no alcohol and only vegetarian food in the form of a picnic in the park after the ceremony.

The park had no toilets and by lunch time I was a little uncomfortable. We made our apologies and dashed for the bus to get back to our town. As the bus pulled into our town I spotted the shopper's car park, "Is the old toilet block still open?"

"No idea, I've never used it in my life."

I stood up and pressed the bell-push to tell the driver that I needed the next stop, I was hopping from one foot to the other I was so desperate to use the toilet. As soon as the bus stopped I ran from the bus and across the car park towards the toilet against the back wall without looking back to see if Johnny was following me. The toilet block was kind of strangely placed, it seemed to have been built with its back to the world, when the toilet was planned out the designer realised that if the toilet doors were placed where you would expect them to be they would have been facing the main doorway into the church so they kept the original design and just turned the plan around.

As I ran I had little squirts of pee leak out and boy was I glad that the toilet door was open when I got there. The lady's toilet was empty, the end closest to the main door was taken up with washbasins and hand dryers, there was a half screen blocking the view down the room to the individual stall doors, two on each side of the room. I pulled my dress up as I stepped through the stall doorway and dropped my knickers onto the dirty floor, stepping out of them as I shuffled over to the toilet bowl. As I let lose a steady stream of piss into the bowl I kicked my knickers to the corner of the stall behind me, there was no way I was carrying my piss soaked panties all the way home.

As my eyes acclimatised to the darkness I looked around me, someone had written in broad-tipped permanent marker on the melamine dividing wall. The message was very simple, "FOR THE BEST SEX IN TOWN VISIT STALL TWO IN THE GENT'S TOILET!"

I used a handful of toilet tissue to wipe between my thighs all the way down to my knees and stood up. Now that the pressure on my bladder was lifted I shivered with the cold, outside it was twenty-six degrees centigrade but because there were no windows in the toilet block and the door was facing north out onto a six foot high garden wall the inside of the toilet was far cooler and all I had on now was a thin summer dress with no bra under and now no panties either. I washed my hands and used the hot-air hand drier before stepping out onto the gravel path that led behind the toilet block linking both toilets to the car park.

Johnny was standing at the corner of the toilet still in the sunlight, "Did you say that you've never been in the Gent's toilet?"

"Yes I did, I've never been in there in my life before, why?"

"Well, there's something written on the wall in the Lady's toilet, I'd like to know what's special about stall number two in there, go and look for me."

Johnny sauntered off down the path; he passed the Lady's toilet and slipped into the Gentleman's door. He was out again in a second with a grin on his face.

"Well, what was it?"

"There's a huge hole in the door of the second stall!"

"You liar!"

"Honestly, the holes bigger than my fist!"

Johnny clenched his fist by way of an example. I was confused, why would a woman write a message in the Lady's toilet if all that there was in the second toilet stall in the Gent's was a hole in the door? I looked at Johnny's face, "There must be something more than just a hole in the door!"

Johnny shrugged his shoulders, I was torn, I looked all around the car park, five cars, all parked on the other side of the car park and no one else in sight, I moved quickly and ran down to the Gent's toilet, if anything, the men's toilet was even darker than the women's inside but the layout was similar, washing area close to the door, a half screen blocking the view from the open doorway, the other side of the screen had two toilet stalls on the left but on the right there was just a slab of glazed porcelain glued to the wall with a trough sunk into the floor at the bottom of the porcelain slab to take the pee away and I have to say that as there were no modesty screens along the length of the urinal it seemed a little barbaric to me.

Johnny was right though; there was a hole in the door to stall number two, about thirty inches from the floor. I pushed the door open just as Johnny joined me in the toilet. It was difficult to read but the white melamine side wall of the stall seemed to have a story written on it in black marker pen. I stepped into the stall to try and read the writing and then I heard the sound of footsteps on the gravel outside the toilet block, I froze for a moment and then looked out of the stall towards the door, under the divider that was designed to stop people walking past from seeing into the business end of the toilet and I saw the shadow of someone stepping into the toilet.

I jumped back into the stall and closed the door, locking it behind me. I heard Johnny's footsteps entering stall number one as the sound of the stranger came closer. I sat down on the toilet seat in the darkness. 'Okay, I'll just have to sit it out, wait until after the man leaves and then get the hell out of there!'

I was becoming used to the darkness and could resolve writing on the back of the toilet door, that writing didn't look as coherent as the story written on the melamine divider but I started to read it.

I was overly horny so I decided to look for a little fun, my usual first choice would be a woman but they were harder to get interested in casual sex unless you were paying a hundred pounds for thirty minutes of their time. All I really needed was a little help to climax and I happened to know that the toilet in the car park at the back of the shops in my town centre was often populated by men who were willing to wank another man or suck on his cock until he cums.

I thought I heard movement as I entered the toilet, feet shuffling, doors closing, there were at least two of them, I felt a little guilty gate crashing their party but my needs were as great as theirs. I stood at the urinal looking over my shoulder; I saw movement through the hole, a face bobbing up and down so I turned to face the door rubbing my cock in my hand as I walked slowly towards the door. I was expecting to be invited to put my cock through the hole in the door but didn't get it. Usually the man in the stall would push his index finger through the hole, no movement, just push his finger through and then withdraw and wait to see if a cock follows his finger.

I stood with my cock almost touching the door, then I realised that I could feel his breath on my cockhead, his mouth was right there, just the other side of the door, waiting to suck a cock, any cock, 'My cock!'

Even though I hadn't been invited to put my cock through the hole in the door I did it anyway. It took rather a long time for him to act, I was about to pull back out again when he grasped my cock in one hand and as he rubbed my cock his mouth slipped over my cockhead. I'd never been sucked off quite like this before, his mouth working my cockhead gently while his hand was rubbing my cock furiously I felt other movement and he eased my balls through the hole as well and began fondling my balls as he worked me up close to my orgasm. Actually, even though all I'd gone there for was to get off as quickly as I could he was giving me such a great amount of pleasure that I wanted to reciprocate before I finally climaxed into his mouth or even perhaps up his arse. I'd only buggered two men in the past but it was almost as pleasurable as fucking a woman if his arse hole was tight.

I gasped, I was so close now but I managed to control myself enough to pull my cock and balls back out through the hole. I pushed my finger through the hole and waited for him to push his own cock through the door but he didn't, he was still sitting on the toilet seat looking at my cock through the hole so I whispered, "Stand up!"

He did, "Let me see you, come close to the hole!"

I was crouching down at the hole now, I saw his abdomen nearing the hole, saw his pubic hair but no cock, then I realised, I hadn't been sucked by a man, it was a woman in the stall!

Someone was coming in, Vicky quickly stepped into the toilet stall and closed the door, I saw the little flag turn from green vacant to red engaged, I had to move quickly, I could either move over to the urinals and pretend to be pissing or I could dash quickly into stall number one. I chose the latter, as soon as I closed the door I realised that there were holes in that door too, the holes were all smaller than the door of stall number two and all about five foot off of the ground, as I locked the door I put my eye against one of the holes, he walked in and stood at the urinal, he kept looking over his shoulder for five minutes, he was staring at the hole in the door where Vicky was hiding and then he turned around and stood wanking himself off as if Victoria was watching through the door.

He walked over to the door and stood with his cock almost touching the door. I moved my focus and noticed that there were holes between the stalls as well as through the doors, I moved position, I could see Victoria was reading something on the back of the door and suddenly his cock slid through the hole, all nine inches of his meat. Vicky jumped back a little, then I saw her eyes flick towards stall number one where she knew I was hidden. She was still looking in my direction as she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his cock; she started masturbating him through the door.

Vicky was still looking in my direction as she leaned forward and opened her mouth, slipping her lips over his cockhead, I'd felt her doing that to me many times in the darkness of our bedroom but this was the first time I saw exactly what she did with the combination of her hand and mouth, her left hand was unoccupied and as if my thought was telepathically linked through the wall to her she began to use her left hand to ease his scrotum through the hole as well hauling the sack until all of his meat and two veg. were in her stall with her.

I watched her; she worked hard on his cock with her right hand and mouth as she fondled his balls with her left hand. I saw his feet shuffling under the door and his knees were bending and straightening as he closed in on his climax, I began to wonder if my girlfriend was going to swallow his seed as she did for me when she performed oral sex on me or if she would pull her mouth off at the last minute. I heard him gasp and he pulled away from the door, withdrawing his cock back through the hole in the door.

Victoria looked disappointed that he had escaped before he had filled her mouth; I saw the index finger of his right hand pop through the hole in the door. He seemed to be expecting something but Victoria just kept alternating between looking through the hole at him and then over towards the wall separating us. Her stall lit up a little and then I realised when I saw twenty spots of lights in two rows of ten on the door above her head that her stall had an airbrick somewhere high on the wall and as the clouds uncovered the sun her stall brightened up considerably while mine, with no air brick, remained in darkness.

I changed to looking through the hole facing the urinals and saw him crouch down and try to peer through the hole in the door to look into Victoria's stall. He told her to stand up and step closer to the door and I guess that she did because he did a double take and moved in even closer to the stall door, I guessed that Victoria must have done what he told her to do. I moved back to looking through the hole in the wall and saw Vicky standing close to the door, her dress was gathered up under her chin, I could see her bare breasts even though he couldn't.

I saw her body jerk backwards suddenly and spotted that he had pushed his hand through the hole in the door, pushing her away; she put her right foot up on the toilet seat. I couldn't see what was happening very clearly but it looked like he was finger fucking her. Vicky reached her orgasm in just thirty or forty seconds and he pulled his hand back. He whispered, "Turn around and come closer to the door again."

Victoria complied and pulled the back of her dress up as the front dropped back down to cover the front of her body. He whispered again, "Bend over for me!"

I saw my girlfriend bend over and pressed her hands down on the toilet seat. She suddenly jumped forward, she looked up at the wall where I was watching her and then over her shoulder, "Not that hole!"

She reversed back up against the door again, wiggling her bum against the thin melamine door. Her body jerked again and then her head fell forward, there was a rhythmic banging of the door in its frame, straining the bolt on the locking mechanism, 'Fucking hell, she's letting him screw her through the door!'

I was confused, I was watching my girlfriend of seven years letting a total stranger fuck her through a hole in the door of a gent's toilet and I was getting a hard-on while watching them. He reached his endgame rapidly. Her body was shaking, her breasts swinging with the fractional movement as his cock pounded into her and then he growled through gritted teeth as he verbalised his orgasm and at the moment that I knew he had splashed down inside my girlfriend's belly she turned her head towards the toilet wall separating us and smiled, then her eyes closed to a squint and her body shook through a petite orgasm as he pulled his cock out of her cunt.

I looked through the hole in my door again, he was wiping his cock clean of their combined juices, he threw the tissues down on the tiled floor and whispered his thanks through the wall. I hadn't touched my own cock but I discovered that the insides of my underpants were soaking wet, I'd climaxed at the same instant that Victoria had just like some bleeding 'Pavlovian Dog' salivating at the sound of a bell. I always orgasmed as soon as I heard Victoria climax apparently even when we are separated by a half inch thick melamine wall and two feet of free space.

I heard the man thank me through the door and then the sound of him stepping through the main door and out onto the path leading to the car park, after the fifth or sixth crunch I unlocked my door and stepped out into the main toilet at the same moment that Johnny did as well. I jumped on him, pushing him up against the toilet wall, my mouth crushing against his and my hand scrambling down the front of his trousers and finding only disappointment, just a flaccid cock and underpants full of spunk.

I was a little put out, my dalliance with the stranger through a toilet door had been a great appetiser but the climax it delivered wouldn't sustain me for many minutes and now I needed a main course. Then it dawned on me that Johnny would never have masturbated himself, not while his cock was inside his trousers so as his underpants were full of spunk he must have climaxed just from watching me being fucked.

One last kiss and then, "Go and check the path darling, make sure it's safe outside!"

He walked off towards the outer door. I was glad that his reaction to seeing me fucking another man had been to cum his cocoa in his trousers without even touching his cock. I hadn't planned anything, well, I had planned on trying another man like so many of my friends did to see if I could pick up tips on new ways to get pleasure from sex with my husband and if not it would have been just a way of having my own fun and resetting my 'Boredom' clock. Apparently those friends that admit to doing it say that fucking one new man a year makes up for the rest of the year of boredom with their husband or boyfriend.

When the man's cock slithered through the hole in the door I was shocked, my usual character, 'Timid Toad' tried to take over but my day had been dominated so far by my usually more suppressed character of 'Reckless Rat'. From the moment I woke up to go to one of the most boring events I could think possible, instead of choosing a sensible and restrained summer dress I had chosen my short muslin dress, white, very thin, very short, very see-through and with shoestring shoulder straps. The second reckless thing I'd done was to leave my bra off so the straps of my bra wouldn't dominate the flimsy straps of my dress. I had chosen to wear white panties under the dress though and even though both were white my knickers could, like my dark areola, be clearly seen through the thin material of my dress.

All morning on the park during the naming ceremony and picnic, men, both friends and strangers, were spending hours just staring at my little brown targets gleaming through the front of my dress. I hadn't realised just how turned on I had become from having so many men lusting after my body but I had been. As I sat in the toilet cubicle and slipped my mouth over his cock while looking to see if I could make out Johnny's eye against any of the many holes in the wall between our hiding places it did cross my mind that he could have become very jealous, violent even but if that had been the case I wouldn't have got the chance to let the stranger fuck me because Johnny would have stormed out of his stall and thumped the guy. I knew that it was a gamble on my part, that fucking a total stranger in front of my long term boyfriend could have been the end of our relationship but then, boredom would have split us up eventually anyway.

I realised that Johnny was standing in front of the doorway gesturing for me to follow him. I jolted myself into action and followed him out onto the gravel path. When we emerged out into the car park a gust of wind pushed my dress against my body, Johnny's eyes popped out a little, "Vicky, where're your knickers?"

I looked down to see how bad it looked but just the act of bending forward moved my dress away from my body and turned off the view that Johnny had just had.

"I pissed myself as I ran for the toilet; my knickers were soaked so I threw them away in the Lady's toilet!"

"We'd better go the back way home and hope that as it's a nice day our neighbours have all gone out for the day!"

I smiled at him, my inner 'Timid Toad' was agreeing with Johnny and I was about to follow him down the footpaths that would take us close to our flat hidden away from people as much as possible bit 'Reckless Rat' stamped his foot down and forced me to pull Johnny back, "I want to go down Main Street!"

Johnny shrugged his shoulders and allowed me to pull him out through the car park and onto the main shopping road through our town. I was hanging onto Johnny's arm as we walked along, the first man that walked towards us did what men had been doing all day, his eyes went to my breasts and when he realised that he could see my areola through the thin material he smiled and then he looked down and suddenly his eyes popped out of his head and he walked into a lamp post as he couldn't take his eyes off of my red bush peeping through the front of my dress with each and every step I took.

That scenario was repeated a dozen times and with each man who took delight in looking at what I was showing I got a little more turned on. I was disappointed that I still hadn't seen what I looked like for myself and as we walked past our small department store I suddenly changed direction. I dragged Johnny reluctantly through the front door of the store. The lady's department was on the third floor and I knew that there would be a full length mirror up there somewhere.

I had a feeling that we were being followed as we walked up the stairs to the first floor and I was right, the man who had been walking towards the car park when we left it was right behind us as we reached the full length mirror, I pulled my dress tight against my belly and looked at my reflection. I saw a perfect triangle of red at the junction of my torso and my legs and then my eyes flicked past my own reflection and I saw the man who had walked into the lamp post because I'd distracted him so much.

I looked around the shop floor. In the heyday of the shop this would be a bustling sales area, every display would have had an assistant to look after it and give customers advice but now, the only people on the whole floor were me, Johnny, the guy who was following us like a dog on heat and one sales assistant standing close to the stairs guarding the cash register.

As my eyes scanned the massive floor area I spotted the fitting rooms, well, that was a slight misnomer really, the fitting rooms were actually seven curtains against the far wall, three benches, three full length mirrors and three coat hooks, everything held in place with a flimsy metal frame to form the room shapes. Three curtains were held on rails so that they could act as the doors to the three changing areas and the other four curtains were fastened in place with Velcroed tapes around the frame in three places on each side.

So I had my where fixed in my mind, the fitting rooms and now I needed an excuse to go and use them, I spotted a froth of tulle on a display counter; it was a peach nighty that had been unceremoniously dumped on top of the counter. It was a little on the small side for me if I were being honest but then I didn't want to buy it, just use it as an excuse to go to the fitting room.

Johnny looked disappointed that I was looking at a nighty as neither of us dressed for bed so I had to drag him over to the fitting room. I sat Johnny on the chair on the left, three fitting rooms, three chairs for three husbands to sit patiently waiting for their wives to change into their new dresses and reveal themselves for their husband's approval! I looked beyond Johnny as I opened the curtain to the left hand fitting room, I'd expected to see the man standing somewhere behind Johnny in case I opened the curtain to flash myself in a see-through nighty but he wasn't. It took me a second to spot him; he was standing behind the middle seat about two feet back.

I was puzzled until I started to close the curtain over behind me, Johnny disappeared from view when the curtain was just over half way closed, my stalker though was still visible when there was only three inches of a gap left between the edge of the curtain and the support pole. 'Reckless Rat' took over again and stayed my hand leaving a three inch gap in the curtains. In the reflection in the mirror I could clearly see both of his eyes drilling into my back as I pondered my next move.

Having a 'Reckless Rat' day was one thing but I needed to plan a little more, Johnny hadn't said anything yet about watching me fuck a stranger in a men's toilet but he had cum in his pants just from watching me with the other man but what about now, would he still be turned on a second time within an hour, I needed to swap characters, move from being a 'Reckless Rat' and more like an 'Artful Owl' but I had to be careful that 'Timid Toad' didn't slip back in charge as I changed over, 'Timid Toad' had after all looked after my interests quite well over the past twenty-three years.

My plan was fully formed, first step was to take my dress off, I pulled it over my head and my eyes found the stranger, he was definitely hooked, he wasn't about to move from his vantage point. I could have stopped right there, the amount of excitement I felt at being naked in such a public place would have tied me over for months. I'd been looking at his eyes for five full minutes; his eyes on the other hand were fixed on my arse. 'Now what the fuck do I do?'

Now I'm not sure which of my inner beasts took over but I knew sure as hell that it wasn't 'Timid Toad' because instead of pulling my dress back on over my head I started to turn very slowly in a circle, pretending to look at my backside in the mirror as the excuse for my strange action. I spent almost ten minutes to make the full circle. I really wished I could send a telepathic message to the guy watching me, to tell him to come over and fuck me. 'Oh wouldn't telepathy be great, if only I could listen into Johnny's thoughts perhaps I could see what his fantasies are, perhaps there would be some common ground there to work on.'

Well telepathy didn't work for shit so I pulled the nighty on over my head and opened the curtain, I posed for Johnny and then I looked over at the man standing just a few feet away, it took a while but eventually he looked at my eyes, I smiled at him and then gestured with just my eyes to the fitting room next to the one I was in, there was a look of surprise on his face.

I looked over to the cash desk, the only sales assistant was still there and her head was buried in a magazine. Johnny had seen the exaggerated eye movement and slight gesture with my head and he looked over his shoulder to see what or rather who I was looking at.

The man with the massive grin on his face looked around desperately for something to pick up to act as a pretext for going into the fitting room next to mine, he grabbed a blouse, it looked enough like a shirt for his purposes. As he moved around to get past the chair in front of the fitting room I bent down, checking once more that the cashier wasn't taking an interest in the only three customers on the shop floor and that if she did look in our direction she wouldn't see what was going on. I pulled the Velcro straps that wrapped around the steel frame to hold the side curtain wall down, I looked over at Johnny, I'd left the front curtain wide open so I could see him and he could see me. I moved up to the strap that was three feet off the ground and parted that strap too.

I took a deep breath and pulled the nighty off over my head before squatting back down in front of the side curtain again. I'd seen his shoes under the curtain, he was standing up close to the curtain, I flipped it back and unzipped his trousers, unfastened the top button and pulled both trousers and underpants down. I looked in Johnny's direction as I slipped my mouth over the stranger's cockhead and began to rub my right hand up and down his shaft from my lips to his balls as I worked hard with my mouth over his cockhead.

He stood there for a full ten minutes before he pulled back sharply as a splash of pre-cum hit my tongue. 'Well that was a surprise! I thought I was in charge, I was looking forward to getting a mouthful of his spunk.'

He stepped out of his trousers and underpants and stepped through the wall that should have been separating us, he reached down and lifted me to my feet, he locked his lips against mine and his left hand grabbed at my right breast as his right hand slipped between my legs, he finger-fucked me for several minutes as we kissed, I managed to catch a look out at Johnny as I shuddered through a little climax, Johnny was just sitting there almost impassively, if it wasn't for the bulge in the front of his trousers I would have thought that he wasn't enjoying the show I was putting on for him ... okay, I was doing it for myself but Johnny must have liked what he saw because he was hard so I saw that as no harm - no foul!

As soon as he felt my orgasm start he rapidly turned me to face the solid wall and pushed me down towards the bench which I grasped with both hands as he rammed his hard cock towards its goal. For the second time that day I had to redirect operations as he seemed intent on raping my back passageway just like the guy in the toilet had done earlier. 'What is it with these guys and the dark realm?'

I reached back between my legs and pulled his cock down and pressed his cockhead against my vaginal sheath so that his second thrust would be more fruitful for me. I moved my body slightly so that I could see Johnny's reflection in the mirror and so that he could get a better view of me being fucked from behind. It was hard to tell if Johnny was enjoying himself or not but when I saw his hand rub his cock through his trousers I guess I had my answer and then I was forced to close my eyes as a much larger climax ran through my body. He climaxed in eight minutes but didn't withdraw straight away, he rested himself for a few moments before stepping away, his cock now totally flaccid. He kissed me one last time and stepped back through the curtain wall and into his trousers, he was about to leave but stopped, he took a business card from his wallet and handed it to me as he looked over at Johnny he said, "Here, use my mobile number if you're out looking for fun again!" He nodded his head at Johnny and then he smiled at me again and left.

I pulled my dress back on over my head before reaching into my handbag for a tissue to wipe between my legs and mop up the semen and my own lubrication juices that were running down my inner thighs. I picked up the nighty from the floor and dropped it over the clothing rack at the end of the row of fitting rooms, something for the shop assistant to put away when she wasn't busy. I kissed Johnny and checked that he was still hard. I guessed that cuming in his underpants once already was enough discomfort for him for the time being.

I linked arms with Johnny as we walked across the store to the stairs down to street level. As we descended a man coming up did a double take when he caught a flash up my dress, he expected to see knickers but instead he saw a well fucked gash with signs of cum tumbling out.

Once at the street level I kissed Johnny again and whispered in his ear, "Looks like I have another admirer..."

Johnny looked over his shoulder and saw the guy that had seen up the front of my dress was now standing awkwardly just a few feet behind us looking very sheepish! Johnny's eyes opened wider, he hadn't looked at the man properly as we were going down the stairs but now that he looked at him in daylight he recognised him. The man saw Johnny's reaction and suddenly he jumped a little, "Johnny Porter? Is that you?"

I pulled Johnny's ear against my mouth again, "...are you ready to fuck the arse off of me yet or do you want me to play a little longer first?"

Johnny switched positions so his mouth was next to my ear, "That's Gary Lord, we were great friends at the Comprehensive school eight years ago!"

"Well, it looks like he wants to fuck me now!"

"How have things been going Johnny? You're still in the old town I see! Is this beautiful lady your wife?"

"Great thanks. Yes. My girlfriend since I left school. How was university?"

"Well, I hated having to go so far away from home, if I'd pissed about less at school and got slightly better grades I could have gone to London and only been forty miles away from home rather than two hundred and forty miles. I'm just visiting my old mum for a few days. Want to go for a drink sometime while I'm down here?"

'SPLOT!'

All three of us looked at the pavement between my feet. There was a solid lump of jellified semen splattered across the flagstones. It could have belonged to either one of the two strangers that had fucked me in the last ninety minutes, more probably the first man as the last guy's spunk wouldn't have had time for the lighter fractions to have been absorbed by my inner body yet.

Gary Lord's face cracked into a huge smile, he reached out his hand and offered to shake mine, "I'm Gary Lord, I'm sure that Johnny meant to introduce us!"

"I'm Victoria, I didn't really know Johnny or any of his friends at school, you remember how they tried their damnedest to keep boys and girls apart!"

He was still shaking my hand and grinning at me, he'd been away to university in Exeter and had worked while studying for his degree and he'd just stopped down there after finishing his degree.

"I'm sorry that I lost all of my ties back here, my school days were the happiest time of my life. I've missed being your friend especially Johnny!"

'SPLOT!'

We all looked down again at a second lump of jelly that had just fallen on top of the first, this time because the pavement was already wet from the first lump, the resultant splot this time splashed up all over my shoes.

"Well, I really need to go home for a bath, why don't you boys go to the pub for a drink, brag about old times..."

I kissed Johnny on the lips, pushed my tongue into his mouth and then I whispered in his ear, "... Remember that my motor is running hard, I've got great expectations for later on! Think about it, your friend obviously wants me, if he was a very good friend you might like to watch him fuck me!"

I walked off leaving Johnny and Gary to walk across the road to the pub while I walked home alone. I walked into the kitchen and collected a plastic turkey baster from the kitchen drawer before going to the bathroom and soaking in the bath for a while. I used the turkey baster to irrigate my vaginal cavity. Before today, Johnny was my only sexual partner; he only ever wanted sex at bedtime so I'd never experienced the need to get rid of semen from my cunt before. It seemed that after sex my body just absorbed his spunk over the six or seven hours that I was asleep, it was a novelty to have to wash my fanny out.

While I was messing about down there I felt around my bum-hole, of the three men I'd had sex with so far in my life, two of them had headed straight for the dark-side as their opening gambit.

It was a bit of a shocker to find myself face to face with one of my old school friends, I was heading into the lady's wear section of the smallest, crappiest most dismal department store in the world, I was going to buy my mother a new bathrobe for her birthday. Okay, I know that I was a crappy son, I'd headed off to university and as it was so far away I'd only been back home four times in seven years. I was back for a few days and one of the days was my mother's birthday so I needed a quick present.

I'd seen a foxy lady on the stairs arm in arm with a bloke, I didn't look at him for a second, even over twenty feet away I could see her nipples were erect and her areola were clearly visible even over that great distance, suddenly the front of her dress flipped up and I saw her bright red bush, I got such a good look at her pussy that I even made out that she had shaved her labia and had cut the forest to sharpen up the sides and top of her triangle.

On the second flash I could see that her inner lips were coral pink, another sign that she was turned on and then a drip, she was leaking either semen or she generated more lubrication than any woman I'd ever known. As soon as they had passed me I stopped, I looked up at the sales floor and then at her arse as she wiggled it with every downward step.

It ran through my mind that she had recently been fucked, quite possibly by the man on her arm and very possibly in the fitting rooms at the back of the Lady's Department. I turned on my heals and followed them, it could be that he hadn't been the one who had just fucked her and she could be looking for a place to fuck him and if that were the case then I'd have to be in a position that I could peep at them!

As I stumbled through the doorway I almost walked into the couple, they had stopped so that she could lick his tonsils. She must have told him that they were being followed because the guy suddenly looked over his shoulder at me; he looked angry or was it surprised, then it dawned on me that I knew that ugly bastard! I was in the same class as him at the comprehensive school. He recognised me a few moments after I recognised him and we shook hands, I fought hard to look at Johnny but the woman at his side was exuding sexual energy ... and more, there was an audible splat on the pavement as a lump of old semen fell from her cunt and hit the flagstones.

We all looked at the wet patch between his girlfriend's legs and after she looked down she looked straight into my eyes, I had expected her to blush but not a bit of it, she locked eyes with me and grinned at me.

We stood outside the department store's doors for a few minutes chatting and after a second lump of spunk fell from her cunt she suggested that Johnny and I go for a drink together and she would leave us to it as she needed a bath.

Johnny and I had never been to a pub together, I'd moved to sixth-form college after the comprehensive school ended when we were sixteen and he had gone straight into work so while I had a load of free time but no money he had money but no free time. We went into the Wetherspoon's pub, it was basically an unemployment refuge, cheap beer and often close to the local benefits office because they knew their market.

I bought the first round and started the conversation, "So, how long have you been with Vicky?"

"Victoria! Seven years, we met on the last day of school and got a flat together when we turned eighteen!"

"And you've been with her all that time ... any plans to get married?"

"Yes, we've been together all seven years but no plans to marry, too many people split up after they tie the knot."

"Yep, same with my friends down in Exeter, they seem to live together perfectly happily for years and as soon as they marry they can't seem to stand the sight of each other anymore."

We carried on chatting around relationships and friendships. I caught up on all the local gossip but really wanted to ask Johnny why his girlfriend was out in the middle of town on a Saturday afternoon almost naked and dripping spunk all around the place.

Johnny wasn't really easy to talk to, his world view was very narrow, he could easily make me a pair of shoes with his bare hands but shoe manufacturing was about the limit of his experience. I offered to buy another round of drinks but he checked his watch, "I'd better get off, my shift pattern starts at six o'clock in the morning!"

I checked my watch without really listening to what he had said, it was nine o'clock and we'd been drinking slowly but steadily for four hours and then my brain processed what he'd just said, "It's Sunday tomorrow! How come you're at work on a Sunday?"

"We're on strange rotors at the moment, we work three twelve hour days and then have two days off, then we work three twelve hour nights and have two days off and then three midday shifts and get a week off."

"Wow, how come you're doing such weird shifts?"

"We're working for an Italian company at the moment, we make the shoes here and send them over to Italy, they polish them and box them over there and stick a 'Made in Italy' label on them and then they ship them out to America."

"Isn't that cheating?"

"All within the EC rules, if they perform any part of the process they can class them as made in their country, no matter how small a part of the process they do."

Johnny finished his drink and turned for the door and stopped, he turned to me, "Are you stopping at your mum's house?"

"Shit, I meant to ring her..." I checked my watch, "...She'll be in bed by now, I guess I'll have to find a hotel for the night."

Johnny was in a quandary for a moment, "You could stay at our house for the night, save you the price of a hotel room at least."

"Gosh, that's damned descent of you Johnny, won't your girlfriend mind you bringing a friend home?"

I knew why I was smiling but I couldn't fathom out why Johnny had a smirk on his face. We left the pub together and Johnny turned to the left, I had to stop him, "My car's in the car park at the end of Main Street."

Johnny turned and we walked together to the car park. I spotted two cars parked close to the toilet with men sitting in both of them, they were parked in a sixty-nine position with their driver's windows wound down and the two men were chatting to each other. They stopped talking when they spotted me and Johnny walking through the car park. I think that they were eyeing Johnny up, he looked like a body builder, very muscular and tanned while I looked a little weedy standing at his side and my face was more pallid.

Well, Johnny may have had a better looking body for the gay men in the parked cars but my three month old BMW M-five Saloon made them sit up and take note of me!

I followed Johnny's direction to his flat; it was a purpose built block that was three floors high with an external stairway and patios in front of the flats. Johnny had insisted on carrying my case as I had to lock the car up and because of the weight of my case I actually beat him to the stairs and up to the patio in front of his flat. I went past the front door so he could unlock it and as I was waiting for him I looked through the living room window and spotted Victoria sitting on the sofa opposite the window watching TV. All she was wearing was a bathrobe and she was lounging on the sofa, I could see her right hip exposed to the 'Tree Line' and her left nipple was peeping out of the upper part of her dressing gown.

Johnny opened the front door but I really didn't want to leave my post, the view was far too good where I was and the moment Johnny walked in she was bound to cover up properly, especially once she was told that I was right behind him.

I was behind Johnny as he opened the door into the living room, "Hi darling, you want a coffee or a glass of wine?"

Vicky checked the clock above the TV, "We don't have time for coffee or wine, it's bed time, you've got work at six o'clock, the bus will pick you up at five thirty."

"Well, the thing is I've offered Gary a bed for the night, it was too late for him to call his mum when we realised what the time was..."

I bobbed my head to the side of Johnny's and waved my hand above his other shoulder, "Hi Victoria, hope it isn't a problem, if it is I can easily find a hotel with space."

'Get ready for the great cover-up now that she's seen me!'

"...I'm sure that Gary won't be ready for bed yet, I was thinking that you could have a drink with him until you're ready for bed."

Well, she did cover up a little; she just pulled the top of her dressing gown over an inch to cover her nipple but still left an acre of bare breast on show as well as her thigh and the edge of her red pussy bush.

Vicky leaned slightly to one side to see me a little better and said, "What would you prefer Gary, coffee or wine?"

"Well, I was drinking Chardonnay all evening in the pub so if you have something cool and white that would be great!"

Johnny raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend and she smiled, "There's a bottle of Niersteiner in the fridge darling."

Johnny left the room and headed down to the kitchen, Vicky looked me in the eyes, "How much did Johnny have to drink?"

"Only three pints of beer and he had pie and chips at about seven o'clock!"

"Okay, that's okay; if he has too much to drink he's useless in bed!"

I sat on the comfortable seat and Johnny was soon back with two glasses of wine, he handed me a glass and placed the other on the side table next to the sofa at his girlfriend's side. He looked over at me and said, "I've put your case in the guest bedroom, the door next to the bathroom."

He said goodnight to Vicky and kissed her, I'd expected him to take that opportunity to cover his girlfriend up a little but he didn't he, just slapped her thigh and left the room. Vicky took a gulp of her wine as the sound of a shower running came through the wall, the shower soon turned off and Victoria looked over at me, she smiled again and then pushed herself up off of the sofa, she walked past me dropping the TV remote in my lap, "Excuse me a moment please, find something worth watching on the TV if you like, I'll be right back."

I muted the TV and heard the sound of rapid and very physical sex coming up the passageway, just five or six minutes and Victoria was back in the living room with me.

Johnny brought Gary Lord home with him, I'd already resigned myself to the fact that I probably wouldn't be able to put my 'Artful Owl' plan into play because it was so late but at least he'd brought Gary home with him and he was leaving us to drink wine and chat while he went to bed early. I didn't really need sex again today but I had been torturing my boyfriend earlier by fucking strangers while he looked on so as soon as I heard him leave the bathroom on his way to bed I excused myself and followed Johnny down the passageway.

Johnny looked surprised when I opened our bedroom door and dropped my dressing gown on the floor. "I had hoped that you'd have come home an hour earlier tonight, especially after the fun I'd had in the toilet and the department store and the fact that it was obvious that Gary wanted to fuck me as well..."

I straddled Johnny's hips and pushed his cock into my cunt, I started to fuck him slowly and gently, "...after I've sorted you out I'm going to let Gary fuck me all night long if he wants too!"

Johnny pushed me over onto my back and he started fucking me like an animal, this was different for Johnny, he was very powerfully built and was usually very careful when fucking me so that he didn't hurt me unduly. It was a lovely experience for me to get such a pounding but it was a good thing that I'd already had sex twice in the day because Johnny was over in a flash, well before I was ready to climax.

I lay there for a few moments as he got his breath back and I kissed him and then rolled out from under him, "Come in and wake me before you go to work in the morning!"

I picked up my dressing gown and trailed it over my shoulder as I walked out of the bedroom. I popped into the bathroom and used the turkey baster while straddling the toilet to wash Johnny's spunk out of my body and then I dried myself off. I stopped short of the living room doorway, I could just walk in naked as I was and make the offer but I thought that was a little too much like the kind of thing that a council estate girl would do so I stopped long enough to put my dressing gown back on before I walked in to the room.

The TV had been muted so he had heard the fact that I'd just entertained my boyfriend in our bedroom, he probably didn't hear what was said, just the sounds of energetic fucking. I walked through the door, crossed the room and pondered, to sit or not to sit? I picked up my glass, took a swallow and looked over at Gary, "Well, we can watch TV, sit and chat, listen to music or we could take our drinks through to the guest bedroom and get comfortable together in there!"

I guided Gary into the bedroom and dropped my dressing gown the way I had for Johnny, Gary dragged himself against me and as he was kissing me he was fighting to get his cock out of his trousers, he was about to try and fuck me standing up and face to face, "Whoa there, we've got all night, get undressed and get into bed."

I lay in bed and watched him strip naked, he was about to turn off the light but I told him to leave it on, I wanted to see him.

"Doesn't Johnny mind you taking other men to bed?"

"No idea, I haven't asked him yet! We've been together for seven years and I decided that things needed shaking up a little."

Gary suddenly looked very worried and backed away from the bed.

"If Johnny does mind he could kill me!"

"Don't worry, I told him that I was going to fuck you after I fucked him and he didn't say anything."

Gary climbed into bed with me and I bent over him and inspected his cock for any irregularities, "How many sexual partners have you had?"

"Ten in the last seven years."

"I can fetch you a condom if you like!"

"No, I prefer to do it bareback."

I dipped my head forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, just a few seconds and when his hand caught the back of my head I pulled away, "I only take the head, I have a phobia about taking a cock in my mouth too deeply!"

"Okay."

He removed his hand and put both of his hands under his head as I got back to sucking him off. I used my usual technique, mouth covering just his cockhead, lots of suction, lots of tongue action all over his glans while my hand massaged his shaft from my lips to his balls and with my left hand fondling his sack. I kept up the action for a few minutes and listened to his breathing change and got the first little spurt of pre-cum in my mouth and then I pulled my head away and stopped rubbing his cock.

"How long does it take for you to get hard again after you cum?"

"Usually twenty to thirty minutes."

I returned to my ministrations of his cock and brought him rapidly to his orgasm, swallowing greedily until I'd emptied his balls. I rolled my body around again and lay on my back with my legs open, my knees raised and my feet flat on the bed. I looked over at him, a smug smile on his face as he lay there basking in the afterglow of his climax. I took a handful of his hair and dragged his head between my legs and forced him to perform cunnillingus on me until his cock re-inflated and once he was hard again I pulled him up my body and plugged him into my fanny.

We fucked for thirty minutes in earnest; he lasted for so long because he'd already climaxed in the previous hour. I went to sleep a very happy woman after twenty minutes of cunnilingus followed immediately after by a thirty minute fuck.

I heard Johnny's alarm clock go off at four fifty-five and woke Gary again and had him fuck me again. I kept stopping him whenever he closed in on his orgasm to hold him back and when Johnny walked in on us to tell me that he was going to work Gary finally filled my cunt with his seed, flooding my vagina completely.

I slipped out from under Gary, jumped off the bed and wrapped my arms around Johnny's neck, "Come on darling, you have five minutes before you have to go, fuck me here and now!"

Johnny and I fucked standing up, he had simply opened his trousers and he didn't actually need the full five minutes that he had to spare and he was walking from the house with a wet patch on the front of his trousers.

I got back into bed with Gary and we slept until seven o'clock and I made him fuck me again before kicking him out to go and see his mother while I spent an hour relaxing in the bath tub and used the turkey baster again to wash Gary's spunk out of my cunt.

'I'm going to have to talk to Johnny when he gets home, see if he enjoyed the weekend as much as I did and find out how often I could get away with doing it in a year?'

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