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Written: 11 September 2019

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Marriage Guidance Pt 2
by Isabella by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Public, Exhibitionist, Voyeurism, Anal, Incest, Under Age, Cousins, Bro/Sis

I was like a housekeeping tornado, I did all the jobs I had to do around the house in just two hours, I went back to John's office, he'd finished the accounts for the farm and was still totally naked as he sat at his desk, he'd taken off his accountants hat and was now wearing (metaphorically) his architect's hat and was looking at plans for a new barn.

"I was thinking of taking a walk...do you need anything before I go?"

John looked over at me, he smiled at me as I stood at his office door dressed in just my thin housecoat...the smile transitioned into a lecherous grin, "I'd love another coffee...like the one you made me earlier please!"

"What...exactly the same as the one I brought you earlier?"

"Well...probably not exactly the same...I think there was a little too much dressing on that first coffee earlier!"

I went to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. While I was waiting for the coffee I thought through what I'd done since my visit to the marriage guidance councillor...I changed totally in my outlook on life and sex in just under twenty-four hours but John had changed even more.

I stopped just out side John's office and took my housecoat off so that I took John his coffee in the nude, "Like this you mean?"

"Almost...but you need to kneel here to make it perfect!"

I knelt where I had done earlier to give him his first ever blow-job and took his cock in my mouth to give him his second just two hours and a few minutes later. I lifted his cock and took it in my mouth, this time. I sucked him and rubbed his shaft with my right hand, instead of just sitting there in shocked silence, John started stroking my head, running his fingers through my hair as he applied downward pressure on the back of my head...pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I felt him getting close to his end game and as he closed in on his climax he asked me where I was going for my walk.

I knew that he was really close and his question was just pre-orgasmic rambling...I could have brought him home and then answered but instead I pulled my mouth off of his cock and looked at his face. The look of pleasure that had been painted there suddenly changed to look more like Edvard Munch's 'The Scream'.

"I was planning on walking down to the river, along the river bank and then crossing on the bridge and coming back down Kettering Lane into the village...why?"

I returned to sucking duties again and started his climax elevator from the basement again towards the penthouse. He was close again when he said, "It's just...my dad might be out on the road later on."

Again I stopped sucking, popped my mouth off of his cock and looked at his face. This time, he had a serene smile on his face, "What do you think...your father might try to get at me?"

Again I returned to sucking, he was on the ground floor this time rather than the basement when I restarted, I began to call his semen to the penthouse again.

"Would it be a problem if he did?"

I stopped sucking again, "I'm not sure...would you be happy if he tried something?"

I took his cock again, he was on his way down again but this time I caught his lift on the first floor when I got in.

"Only if you told me all about it after...I think that you should just wear that white summer dress with nothing on under it when you go out!"

His talking was getting more and more ragged as he spoke, I could have brought him to a stop again but I felt that it was about time I let him fly so I carried on to the penthouse and swallowed as much of his semen as I could...what I couldn't handle was spilt all over my breasts as I knelt there.

Because of the way that John had suggested that I wear just my light cotton summer dress with nothing on under it, it only took me thirty seconds from wiping his excess spunk off of my tits to walking through the front door. I still had the taste of John's spunk in my mouth as I almost skipped down the street.

It's a funny thing but, a few days ago I thought the weather was dull and cold...one day of sex and suddenly it looked sunnier, felt warmer...the season had swapped from autumn to spring in my head. Another unusual thing...in the past I walked around looking down at the ground and missed everything that was going on around me. The first thing I spotted as the new me was that Mr Fisher was sneaking out of the back garden of Mrs Patterson's house and we all knew that Dan Patterson was in prison on assault charges. I looked up at Mrs Patterson's bedroom, she was opening the window and dragging her mattress over to stand it in front of the open window. This wasn't just housework though...unless Elizabeth Patterson did her housework in the nude!

"Morning John!"

John Fisher almost jumped out of his skin...he wasn't expecting anyone to be around and about at that time of the day in our sleepy little village.

"Oh...good morning Mrs Clarke!"

"Call me Victoria or Vicky please..." I looked up at Elizabeth's bedroom window, she had heard me call out to John and was looking out of her bedroom window, still totally naked. "...how's work going John?"

John looked up at the window behind him, he grimaced at Elizabeth and she suddenly stepped back into her room and out of sight of the window.

"Nothing much about at the minute...no one's having their houses decorated because of the recession!"

"Must be hard without your partner!"

John looked at the Patterson house again, he wasn't really trying to look at Elizabeth, he was trying to hide his smile at my accidental double entendre and for the first time in my life I actually got the fact that I'd done it. I also realised that I'd seen John sneaking out of Elizabeth's house before, but the last time I saw him doing it, it was really early...not like this morning where it was almost ten o'clock.

Suddenly I realised that I'd seen John Fisher sneaking out from behind Dan's house before...lots of times actually but...the difference, if Dan's car was on the drive I'd see John leaving by the front door, he'd swagger out of the house down the footpath in the middle of the front garden, if Dan's car wasn't on the drive then John would sneak out of the back gate, trying to keep as close in to the private hedge as possible to cover his exit. The old me wouldn't have given it a second though but now I know that something was going on...and that something was sexual and I'd just added another two to my imaginary count.

We met at the end of the drive and I had to step to the side a little to prevent a crash. John kind of sniffed the air close to my body...he was scenting me like a dog would. John Fisher grinned at me, "You've changed your perfume Vicky, a little more musky than your usual 'Flowers' by Kenso. John got in even closer as I tried to work out what he meant and then it dawned on me, I hadn't showered this morning and I'd had a whole lot of sex in the previous twenty hours. I decided on a little white lie to cover my slightly ripe odour, "I've had a hard morning's housekeeping, I was planning on taking a long walk before I showered...I wasn't expecting to bump into anyone out on my walk this morning."

We walked along making small talk and when we reached John's house, humorously called, 'Anglers Rest', because his name was John Fisher, he said, "Could I offer you a cooling drink Victoria?"

Now usually, I would have refused an offer from a single man to go into his house with him for a drink out of hand...but the new improved me...I just thanked him and followed him up to his front door. I guess that the cocktail of drugs I'd been given and the sex...the wonderful sex of the past few hours had changed me.

John closed his front door behind me and stopped me heading for his kitchen, his back was against his half glass front door, "There's something different about you today Vicky."

There was a bit of a shocked look on his face, he stepped back a half pace and looked down, I looked down as well, I saw one hand pulling his jogging trousers away from his belly and another hand slipping down the front of his trousers, I thought, 'How rude, he's talking to me and playing with his cock'.

His hands came onto my hips but the other two hands were still playing with his cock...'Oh, he isn't playing with his cock...he's playing with...'

John was pulling the front of my dress up slowly and as fur popped into view below the bottom hem of my dress his look of surprise turned into a salacious grin.

"I was surprised when you greeted me this morning; we've bumped into each other in the street a million times before and you never initiated a conversation before. I've always had to wish you a good morning or afternoon or whatever and you've always responded calling me Mr Fisher and never John...and you've never invited me to call you Vicky before!"

I was still looking down at my hands working to their own agenda, my left hand had pulled his trousers down to his knees and now his cock was out in the open as I rubbed his cock with my right. When Mandy had told me to count a one for every time I imagined what it would be like to fuck a man I'd discounted her out of hand, I'd never imagine having sex with a man, not even my husband John and suddenly I had to add a one to my count because I wondered what his cock would feel like in my mouth and then another one when I wondered what his spunk tasted like.

I was about to go down in front of John when he looked over my shoulder, my dress had been pushed up almost to my breasts when John said. "Damned it!"

"What?"

"Fucking postman, he'll see us any minute!"

I still had John's cock in my hand when I turned to look at the postman, I wasn't pushing John's hands off of my dress or letting go of his cock, I was just watching the postman walking up John's path, "It's Ben delivering the post today!"

The opaque panel at the bottom half of the door had hidden my body from the outside world but the closer Ben got, the more chance he would see my body. I looked at Ben's face, then I had to add one to my count because I wondered what his body would look like undressed and then another one as I wondered if he would want to fuck me or get a blow-job off of me...damned it, a third as the thought of blowing him changed to wondering what his spunk would taste like as well. Five more points on my list in just two minutes...not counting the points I'd need to add for standing there with John's cock in my hand and his hands pushing my dress up to my tits.

John dropped my dress and pulled his cock out of my hand, "Why don't you go into the kitchen and put the kettle on for me?"

I walked down to the kitchen as John pulled his trousers up. There was a knock at John's front door. As John opened the door he was verbally assaulted by Ben, "John you bastard, I was going to pop Liz this morning only to find that you got in last night and now she's not desperate any more..."

The assault tailed off as John walked away to join me in the kitchen, leaving the front door still open for Ben to follow him. I could tell that Ben was suspicious of John's behaviour and when he reached the kitchen his facial expression changed to one of, 'That's the old dog's secret!'

The kettle started boiling and John took over making the drinks, I had been offered a cooling drink and so John made me a white wine spritzer and he made himself and Ben a coffee each.

I was standing at the work surface, leaning my bottom against its edge and John pulled two dining chairs away from the table, he placed them facing each other a few feet apart and he and Ben sat sideways on to me, facing each other making small talk while looking at me as if I were a field mouse and they were foxes. They were making small talk using a kind of boy's code and I got the feeling that I was the butt of their conversation.

The talk became less encoded when John said, "I think that Vicky has discovered the pleasure of free sex after eighteen years of being married to the Pope...isn't that right Vicky?"

I didn't really understand the full meaning of what John was saying but it had the word sex in it so I nodded my head.

Ben said, "Have you discovered the pleasure of giving head yet Victoria?"

As I was nodding my head, John chirped in with, "She has the smell of spunk all over her tits...she either gave someone a wank or a blow-job a few minutes ago...which one was it Vicky?"

I'd expected to be embarrassed by the question, especially coming from a man I only had a nodding acquaintanceship with and in front of a man that delivered post to my house but I didn't...I had found that I liked masturbating people and I loved sucking my husband's cock so I lifted my chin in pride and said, "I sucked my husband off a few minutes ago, just before I left home!"

"Did you swallow all of his jizz or did the Pope want to splash his spunk over your tits?"

"I tried to swallow it all but there was just too much for me and some escaped."

John jumped in with, "Was it your first time sucking him off?"

"No, I'd done it before."

Ben asked, "If you guys had done it before, how come it was too much for you this time?"

"We've only really been playing for a day so I haven't done it all that often and while I was sucking him before I left home, he kept asking me questions and when I answered him he kind of went off the boil a bit...I guess that he just built up too much pressure."

John grinned at his friend, "Did you wash your tits off after his jizz spilt on them?"

I shook my head, "I just used a tissue to wipe it off...I was in a hurry to get out!"

I saw John raise his eyebrows to his friend and then he gestured towards me with his head.

The postman nodded his head and then jolted out, "Oh...we'd really love to see where your husband splashed down on your tits!"

I just stood there looking stupid..."What do you mean?"

John stepped in, it was feeling a little like a tennis match to me as I was looking from one man to the other as they took it in turns to talk to me, "We'd really love it if you pulled the top of your dress down so that we could see your tits."

My dress wasn't a step in kind of dress, the neck was only just wide enough to fit over my head so there was no room to pull the dress down from the top..."I can't pull the top down, I have to pull the dress off over my head."

John's friend said, "Is that a problem for you?"

I thought about it, all they wanted to see were my tits, it wasn't their fault that I was wearing a dress that didn't work that way. From my limited experience of having men look at my tits, I realised that I quite liked letting them look. Well, I couldn't pull the front of my dress down so I gripped the bottom of my dress and pulled it up and off over my head.

The two men looked at each other and smiled, John beckoned me to go to him, he reached out and felt the tops of my breasts, "You did a good clean up job, I can't feel a trace of your husband's spunk on your tits!"

Ben said, "Come here, you can't use your finger tips, they aren't nearly sensitive enough."

Ben pulled me in front of him and as he did, John pressed his hand against my right hip, pulling me so that I was between the two men's knees. Ben didn't use his fingers to feel for the remnants of my husband's spunk, he used the tip of his tongue, he licked up my left breast from my areola to my neck and then back down my right breast to my nipple which he sucked into his mouth.

John pulled me down onto his lap and prodded my buttocks with his hard cock through his jogging trousers. As he prodded he whispered, "IF you want to feel this in your cunt...you'll have to pull my trousers down first!"

I felt that heavy reinforced steel door starting to close in my head and suddenly a grain of sand fell in the doors path causing the door to jam and that grain of sand was, 'He didn't ask to fuck me, he told me that if I wanted to fuck, I'd have to pull his trousers down and I'd already done that when I wanted to see what his cock looked like and felt like!'

I reached back and pulled at the waistband of his trousers, he lifted his bum up off the seat and I pulled his trousers down past his knees. He kicked his feet free of his trousers and then pulled me down on his lap. I gasped with pleasure as he filled my cunt from behind. Ben stopped my gasps though by pulling my face down onto his cock and I was sucking one while fucking the other.

It only took me five minutes to be swallowing Ben's cum and as Ben jerked through his climax it drove John Fisher to his orgasm in my cunt.

Ben left John's house just ahead of me, it took me a little longer to leave because I had to wipe fish slime out of my cunt before I could leave. Ben was just leaving John's drive as I stepped out of John's front door. John was right behind me at the front door telling me to come back soon, he was still trouserless, that wouldn't have been a problem but for the young boy across the road looking over at us with a shocked look on his face. The boy was a distant relative, Dionysis Antoniadis, or Donny as he liked to be called.

I was surprised to see Donny standing across the street because he'd been on holiday with my mother-in-law to her villa on the island of Kea and she wasn't due to return for another few days. I toyed with the idea of pretending I hadn't seen Donny but he met me at the bottom of John Fisher's drive, "Hi Cousin Vicky...you look nice today!"

He took my right hand in his and gave me a weird handshake, he didn't lift and lower my hand, he just gripped it and brushed the tip of his middle finger over my palm and grinned at me.

"I thought that you were on Kea with your Aunty June!"

"June took me over to Kea but I was stopping with my fiancée's family."

"Fiancée, how old are you, I thought that you were in class with my Dawn?"

"I was in class with Dawn but I'm engaged to Mary Antoniadis from my parent's village, when she turns fourteen I'll go back and marry her."

He was looking at my hand, the fact that while he was rubbing the palm of my hand, I was just holding his. "Don't you do Greek Vicky?"

"I can cook most Greek dishes that my husband likes to eat, your Aunty June taught me just how the family liked their food."

"Doing Greek doesn't mean cooking Vicky, it's more a way of fucking! The Greek way...it's less like loving and more like...just looking after a family member who's in need!"

"You shook Sarah and Dawn's hands like that at the last family party!"

Donny laughed out loud, "I did, unusually, Sarah knocked me back and if Dawn hadn't accepted, I'd have probably tried you or Aunty June if I couldn't get Greek off of one of my other cousins!"

So you usually do this Greek thing with Sarah but last time you did it with Dawn?"

"No, last time I did it with my Fiancée, last night, but at that party I did it with Dawn!"

"So...what is Greek?"

"It's hard to tell you...much easier to show you!"

"Okay...show me."

"You'll have to come to my house...I have to take this bottle of milk home for my mum anyway!"

"Your mum is at home?"

"She is."

I let Donny lead me to his house, I didn't think there would be much of a problem going home with a fourteen year old boy if his mother was home."

We walked down the side of the house and in through the back door, Sophia, Donny's mother, was in the kitchen waiting for the milk, she didn't speak much English but she recognised me from various family events, she ranted at Donny in Greek, Donny let go of my wrist and he patted my bottom and jabbered back at her, I heard him say Greek and John. Sophia shrugged her shoulders and Donny grabbed my wrist again and pulled me behind him through the kitchen and out into the hall, all the while holding a loud conversation with his mother where 'parádosi', the Greek word for tradition popped into the conversation a dozen rimes.

When we got to Donny's bedroom I thought, 'Typical boy's bedroom!' but then changed my mind. Peter was two years younger than Donny and like Donny's bedroom, Peter's bedroom walls were covered with posters of footballers and rugby players, Donny's posters all came from the centrefold of gentlemen's magazines and small Polaroid type pictures of young girls. I stood at the foot of Donny's bed looking at the pictures. I spotted several cousins, most were topless and then I had to take a closer look because there was a picture of my daughter Sarah kneeling on Donny's bed topless. While I was leaning in to see if my daughter was just topless or if she was fully naked, Donny lifted the back of my dress and flicked the back over my shoulder so that the whole thing slipped over my head and fell onto Donny's bed.

I looked from the Polaroid picture of Sarah to my dress now covering Donny's bed and the thought crossed my mind that there was something wrong with a forty-one year old women being in her fourteen year old cousin's bedroom with his mother just a few feet away.

Donny pushed me forwards; I had to put my arms out to stop myself crashing onto his bed on my face. I looked over my shoulder, the first thing I saw was the hormone patch on my upper arm and a reminder popped into my head that I'd need to put the fresh patch on in two hours time, then Donny came into sight, he was kicking his football shorts off, his T-shirt was already gone and Donny was as naked as I was and before I could worry what Sophia would think about her son taking a woman three times his age up to his bedroom she quite literally came into view, she was holding a tray in her hands as she walked into Donny's bedroom behind us.

Only the Greeks could cater an orgy, Sophia had brought two small glasses of retsina wine, a plate of olives in oil and flatbread triangles. I went to stand upright but Donny slapped his left hand down between my shoulder blades to keep me in place.

Donny picked up two olives from the tray his mother was holding, he popped a fat juicy stuffed olive in my mouth and the other in his own. Donny looked at his oil covered index finger, he was about to suck the oil off of his finger when he changed his mind and shoved his finger up my bum. The assault was so sudden that I didn't really register the pain. Donny pulled his finger back out and dredged his index and middle fingers through the excess olive oil and returned his fingers to my bum. Sophia just stood there watching her fourteen year old son buggering me with his fingers, far from being horrified at what was going on, she actually looked proud of her son and what he was doing to me. He rubbed more olive oil on his cock and then he pushed that up my bum, "This is what they call doing Greek baby!"

Sophia patted Donny's shoulder and left us to it, leaving the tray with the wine and olives on Donny's dressing table.

"How come your mother wasn't going mad at us for fucking like this?"

"I told her that I was doing it for Cousin John, breaking you into Greek sex for him because his cock was too big to get you started!"

It only took a few seconds for Donny to cum up my bum because I was so tight and after he fired off in me he was about to start kissing and cuddling with me, "It'll only take me five minutes to get hard again and we can do it again but more the conventional way!"

I couldn't see a problem with letting Donny fuck me again...well, apart from knowing where his cock had been and I wanted to go and talk to Sarah and Dawn about what they'd got up to with Donny in the past so I excused myself and pulled my dress back on and left.

Something had changed in my life, as I walked from Donny's house towards the farm. I'd started walking like a catwalk model, it wasn't me acting sensual or anything, it was just the feeling of having a full bum, it was me trying not to let anything fall out and I remembered seeing Dawn and Sarah walking like that a lot and I'd just put it down to them practicing their dance steps. Perhaps I didn't have to ask Sarah and Dawn about their previous encounters with Donny, it was obvious that Dawn and Sarah had been practicing anal sex for a while.

I saw Robin Fisher, John Fisher's nephew and the son of a neighbour who lived directly across the road from us. Robin was walking down the footpath from the village to our family's farm. Robin was jogging and I was still walking with my arse muscle clenched tight so I was like a catwalk model still and unable to move any more quickly. I saw Robin stop at the back of the house and he shouted Sarah's name, Sarah opened the window and called down to Robin to just go in and up to the bedroom.

"What about your grandparents?"

"June is still in Greece and Ron is out in Kettering somewhere!"

I thought, 'More out on the Kettering road by the river if I know anything!'

Robin ran in through the kitchen door. So now that I knew what bedroom Ron had put Sarah in, I followed Robin through the back door. I wasn't moving anywhere near as fast as Robin was but I still got a surprise when I reached the open bedroom door and found Sarah and Robin totally naked on the bed with all the sheets scattered around the floor. Sarah was face down and Robin was behind her, I guessed that is what Donny and I would have looked like to Sophia as he was explaining to me what Greek sex was all about with the aid of a practical demonstration. Sarah was talking about a dance recital, a dance routine which I thought was strange until I opened the door wider and spotted Dawn on her face as well, naked like Sarah but the monkey on her back was her brother Peter, fucking Dawn the same way that Robin was fucking Sarah.

That little voice that I often heard in my head telling me how bad things were was saying, "At least Dawn and Sarah can't get pregnant doing Greek sex!"

Peter looked over at Robin and said, "Don't cum in her yet, swap over for a bit!"

Robin clambered off the bed, he was walking around the bed while Peter just jumped from Dawn's back and onto his eldest sister's back and started fucking again straight away. Robin was looking down at the pile of sheets on the floor, he stepped carefully over one lump of bedding and looked further, he stopped moving when he saw Wellingtons next to his trainers in the doorway, he looked up and saw bare legs, then the bottom hem of a white summer dress and then his eyes jumped up to my face, he gasped...Dawn looked at the doorway and said, "Fuck!"

Sarah looked over her shoulder and bounced her bum in the air, throwing Peter off her back.

There was a moment of frozen trembling, a bit like when you see a colony of rabbits playing on your lawn, a door opens and the rabbits all freeze, they all look in the same direction and tremble for a second before running for the safety of their warren. All four kids looked like they were about to dig their way out of the bedroom because I was blocking the doorway out of the room.

I was just wondering why the kids looked so frightened, they weren't being naughty or anything, just following their Greek heritage, doing what other Greek kids did...perhaps it was their English half that was terrified!

Strong hands gripped my shoulders from behind and pulled me from the bedroom doorway, a whispered, "The kids aren't doing anything wrong, just getting ready for when they go on holiday next month to Kea with me and their grandmother!"

As Ron pulled me away from the bedroom door, Peter climbed back on Sarah's back again and Robin picked his way round to Dawn to get back into contact with her.

Ron took me to the bathroom, "Sophia phoned and jabbered away at me, something about Donny, you and Greek so I assumed that Donny's introduced you to the joys of anal sex...did Donny tell you to empty out after he filled your bum?"

I shook my head and Ron pushed me into the bathroom, "Take a dump while I ring John!"

I sat evacuating my bowel while Ron stood talking to my husband on his phone, "...I found her, she caught the kids playing at my house...I'll bring her home for a shower and a change of clothes...if you want to see him with her, just phone him, see if he has a lunch break any time soon!"

Ron drove me home and as he drove he said, "When you went out for your walk this morning John phoned me and told me to meet you on the Kettering Road and take you over to Rushden Lakes to play with Winston...John was really upset with me because I told Winston that he couldn't fuck you, he really wanted to see that monster black cock splitting you in two!"

"And now?"

"Because I couldn't find you John changed his mind, he wants to watch you being fucked by Winston so he's inviting Winston over for lunch and if he isn't free for lunch, John will try for dinner time!"

I got in home and found John where I left him in his office, still naked. I offered him a coffee but he said that he'd make it because I needed to get showered and change my hormone patch because Winston was on his way over for a little afternoon delight.

5,503 Words.

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