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Pin Money
by Isabella

Published: 30 September 2009

Story Code: M+/F, F/F, Voyeur, Exhibition, Incest

November, two thousand and eight was a very bad time for us, the recession bit first in the retail sector, my husband, James, had been a regional manager for the east of England for a nation wide retail chain, their response was instant, 'decimate' the middle management, James got almost a years salary and a testimonial, even a promise that if things picked up again before James found another position then he would be taken back.

James was ever the optimist, "Can't last longer than six months, I'll use the time to brush up on my business skills and by May at the latest I'll be back in my old office with a bunch of great new ideas.

We had a good holiday, paid off some outstanding credit card bills, we didn't officially have a mortgage, officially we paid rent to James's parents but that was a way of protecting James if we ever got divorced, James's father Ron had taken out a mortgage on our house and James paid it off every month, and a six bedroom house with swimming pool in a sleepy Northamptonshire village didn't come cheap.

By July, things had, if anything, got worse, the company that James was pinning his hopes on to rise rapidly from the doldrums laid off another ten percent of its staff, closing twenty shops outright. James was forced to admit defeat, was forced into the clutches of the job centre, he, or rather we, didn't qualify for financial assistance as James had received a years salary and should have managed things more carefully, we would have to go through to November before we would get any help.

I had to cut right back, we had three children, the girls had been going to ballet lessons twice a week, swimming lessons, pony club and music, in one swift movement all were cancelled.

Sandra McCubins, the mother of one of Amy's class mates, Matthew, caught up with me as I waited for Amy and Laura outside the school gates, at first the conversation seemed innocent enough, "How are Amy and Laura getting on in Ballet?" I said, "So, so!" but was blushing so much that Sandra asked what was wrong, I didn't give her my full life's history but left her in no doubt that we were basically too broke to send the kids to all the lovely 'middle England' things that they used to love so much.

Nothing more was said until the following week, on Thursday evening I got a phone call from Sandra, all I heard was, "Money making opportunity!" And I was all ears, "Not over the telephone darling, come round for a coffee tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and can your husband take care of William for the afternoon?"

I turned up for coffee in a state of real excitement, I hadn't worked for eight years and when I did work it was very low skilled, low paid work. "Is James a jealous man?" I shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea. "Does he like you to dress up sexily?" Same response, "I have never dressed up sexily in my life!" "What about on the beach?"

I thought for a long time, I needed money, we weren't exactly destitute but we had given up every luxury and now we were paying only the interest on the mortgagee and nothing towards the capital.

"I dress as I am now on the beach!" "What no bathing suit or bikini?" "I own neither bathing suit nor bikini!" Now it was Sandra's turn to sit silently mulling things over in her head, "I'm sorry Isabella, I think I've got your hopes up needlessly, I was looking for, well, an 'experienced' woman, a woman with your looks and body to help out but it's mainly glamour work!"

Sandra could tell that I didn't understand what glamour work was or meant, "The most you would be expected to wear would be a skimpy bikini, and the best money goes to women who are prepared to go further!"

I almost ran from Sandra's house, James was surprised to see me back home so quickly, "What about the job?" "She made a mistake, there's no opening at the moment!" I lied, of course I lied, if I had told James what Sandra had in mind for my job he would have locked me in the house until he could arrange a move to a new village as our village would have been too polluted to bring children up in.

I don't know if Sandra was avoiding me but I didn't see her at all for two weeks, but then I often didn't see her for weeks at a time. I did see her from a distance twice in the third week and then on Thursday of that third week Sandra was waiting for Matthew and I stood next to her, there was a very awkward silence for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry I ran out on you the other week!" "No problem, don't think anything of it!" "No I'm really sorry, I acted like a child, you were being very kind and it's not like I don't need the money, I can't really afford to be too precious about these things!"

I could see Sandra running things through her head, she was about to say something but then changed her mind, she just shook her head, she must have thought that I was a real pratt, or worse. "If something else comes up I'll let you know, OK?" I nodded, "How did it go, that last job?" "Not too good, I was one woman short, as I told you. I got two grand in my hand for the five days but it was harder because I was short handed!"

We stood in silence for a while, "Erm, what was the costume?" Sandra hadn't been able to say before the show how the women would have to be dressed, "Bikini!" I blushed remembering that I had run out at the thought of being asked to wear a bikini in public, I swallowed hard, "What, erm, what kind of bikini?"

There was another patch of silence; Sandra was eying me up out of the corner of her eye, pretending to be looking at the doors to the school that would burst open, spilling children out on the unsuspecting world at any moment. "Very nice, tasteful, designed by Versace studios just for the launch, the bottoms were a little skimpier than usual and the top was only half-cup but we were far enough away from the punters for a change!"

My mouth went very dry at the thought that I might have been part of that for a week if I hadn't run like a child. Was I worried that I might have let Sandy talk me into doing something like that or was I really disappointed?

I had thought that I was happy being the wife of James and mother to my three children, I had settled into a routine, and for routine please feel free to read in BORED!

It had been so long since James had, well, you know, approached me, (for sex)! We usually had a standing arrangement for his birthday, my birthday, Christmas and our anniversary but this year all four had passed without 'incident', thinking back, the four 'occasions' the previous year had also passed, 'incident' free because of the stress of a shrinking margin and tough competition for the few pounds that were still trickling over the counters, in fact, I hadn't been 'bothered' by James since before William had been born, probably since William's conception.

I was about to say something else when the school door opened, not with a crash and a bang of a stampede of children but the calm opening of a single child, Matthew McCubins, and the opportunity was lost.

Rough guess, Sandra would be in home, having boiled the water, made herself a cup of coffee and it would have been cold enough to drink before Amy and Laura finally turned out of the school, I was the only mother still standing there waiting.

When I finally got home James was on the phone, I saw him standing in front of the window in the living room, as I walked into the room I heard him say, "I'll tell her, yes I'll be sure to mention that, goodbye!"

"Who was that?" "Your friend, Matthew's mother, you remember she thought that she had a little work for you the other week!" "And?" "Oh, if you are interested, she might have something on tomorrow, just for one evening, but she told me to tell you that it's not important, if you don't think you'll be strong enough for it she can handle it on her own!"

I suddenly received a shot of adrenalin through my system, I was about to leap in the air and kick my heels together and make a loud whooping sound but instead I put all the energy suddenly released by the chemical coursing through my body to start to make dinner, clean the dining room up, tidy the kitchen, I was just about to mop the floor, if you had given me a shovel I could have moved Mount Snowden to a prettier location on my own.

"Funny though, she told me to be sure and tell you, emphasise one part, that if you didn't feel strong enough it wouldn't be a problem, she could handle it all on her own!" James pulled a strange face and returned to his important job of reading the financial pages and scanning through the jobs page, "Hey, here's something you might be able to do, the King's Head is looking for cleaners, it's only six quid an hour and only part time but something to keep in mind!"

Six pounds, two hours a day, the bus would cost three pounds each way, James may have been a great business man but, well I had to put it down to being out of practice.

"Did Sandra want me to call her?" "No, just turn up at her house by four on Friday if you think you'll be able to do the job, and that if you did go, I would be looking after the kids all night!" "Night, are you sure that she said night and not evening?"

"Night! She didn't know what sort of money there would be, just whatever there was, would be split two ways.

I was in a quandary, less than twenty-four hours, there was no way that I was strong enough, not to do what Sandra wanted me to do, I phoned her house, Don, her husband told me that she was out, "Out, she just phoned here a few seconds ago!" "Mobile phone, she rings people up as she drives along between jobs!" SHIT!

I was a wreck all evening, I had asked Don to get Sandra to ring me as soon as she came in, when he told me that she would probably be in after midnight I changed my request to get her to ring me if she is home before ten o'clock.

James noticed that I was on edge, he was giving me all the, "I've worked at stuff I didn't particularly like over the years, didn't like it but there were things I had to do for you and the kids!" And, "I didn't think you would shy away from hard work!" That kind of comment all night long.

At ten o'clock we went up to bed as usual, as James changed in the bathroom and I got ready for bed in the bedroom, that's a mark of how shy I was, I stripped and changed for bed every day, the same thing, I put on clean knickers, bra and a neck to toe nighty, usually heavy cotton or winceyette, while James, in the bathroom, put on clean underpants, vest and pyjamas.

We had never actually seen each other naked in all of our married life together, when we made love, on one of the four nights of the year when it was likely to happen, that was the same too, in the dark, in bed, and James would lift the front of my nighty to just above my waist and pull one leg of my knickers to one side and line his cock up with the 'Y' of his underpants and the opening on his pyjamas and my body.

I decided to give him one last chance, he turned the light off, kissed my cheek and turned his back to me, as usual, "She said all night! Surely you don't want me to be out working all night do you?"

"Lot's of women work nights, you can have a sleep in the afternoon just in case, I'll take William with me and pick up the girls from school, if you cook their dinner I'll feed them and bath them all, read them their stories and stick them in bed, you can just forget us and concentrate on getting that job!"

In my head I just said "Right!"

I slept much better than I thought I would, I had put the decision on to James's shoulders and he had told me that he wanted me to do whatever it took to get that job with Sandra.

I left home at three forty-five, I turned back three times and got as far as the driveway of Sandra's house each time before returning to my own drive, on the fourth outward journey I had a stern talk to myself as I walked along, "James had said it himself you silly girl, we needed the money and I needed to do anything I could to get this job with Sandra!" I was five minutes late knocking on Sandra's door, "Oh, it is you, I thought that you had bailed out on me again!"

I stood there on her doorstep, I could really do with Sandra making things easier for me rather than chiding me for being late, there was no way that Sandra could have any idea just what it took for me to be standing here like this!

There was a long silence as Sandra looked me up and down before she stood aside and let me into her hallway, "You look like a mother of three today!" "I am a mother of three, everyday!" "I know that but no man is going to pay the kind of tips that we need to be served his drinks and nibbles by a mother of three!"

"I shrugged my shoulders, "Well you knew what I looked like before you asked me here!" I could see that Sandra was starting to wonder why she had invited me to help her out, her mobile phone rang.

"Yes she is here but I'm still not sure, perhaps you should cancel one of the tables!" Sandra listened intently, then she held her mobile against her stomach, "Are you here to work tonight or just to ask me what I expect you to do first?" "I'm here to," I stopped and thought for a moment, "James has told me that I have to do whatever I need to do to get a job from you!" "Whatever?" "Whatever!" "Even if you think I'm asking you to do too much?" "Whatever!"

Sandra lifted her phone back to her ear, "OK! Three tables, if she flakes out on me I'll just have to handle all three tables myself!"

Sandra lifted the hem of my skirt, just up to my knees, I would normally have stopped her doing something like that but now I just closed my eyes and waited, "When the fuck was the last time you waxed your legs?" "I've never waxed my legs, ever!" Sandra shook her head, then she looked at my forearms, "Never waxed there either?" I shook my head.

Sandra pulled the arm-hole on my T-shirt down and looked at my arm pits, "I see you're a founder member of the 'Tufty club' too!" I was passed a plastic wrapped bikini and an industrial sized tub of Veet, "Use the bathroom in my bedroom, any hair that can be seen outside this," Sandra said tapping the wrapped bikini, "smother in this," tapping the tub of Veet, "leave it at least five minutes and then wash the cream off in the shower!"

Sandra pulled my T-shirt out of my skirt at the back and pulled the back of my skirt down, "Remember that the small of your back is also in on the no hair routine too. OK?"

"I can't see my back to put the cream on it!" Sandra pushed me in front of her, up the stairs, she told me to take my T-shirt and skirt off, when she saw me standing in my bra and knickers she shook her head, "You got so much going for you but you have no idea how to present it, how to gift wrap it!"

Sandra pulled the back of my knickers down and rubbed Veet all over my lower back, right down to the crack of my bum, "Take my word for it, just take off your knickers, grab a hand full of Veet and rub it in, all over your cunt area, and don't forget down between your legs, OK?"

I blushed at the word, 'cunt' but nodded my head; Sandra turned me to face her, "Right down between your legs and all the way up to your belly button!" She was about to turn away but stopped, "Legs, all over, including the tops of your feet, all of your arms and the backs of your hands, and your pits too!" She looked closely at my face, rubbed the tip of her index finger above my top lip, "There too!"

I was all alone in Sandra's en-suite bathroom, I stripped naked and started to do as Sandra had told me, the Veet stank to high heaven as it started working on the hair on the parts of my body that I had covered, the instructions said to wash off after five minutes but the Veet on the small of my back had been on there at least twenty minutes.

I showered and all of my body hair fell away with the water jet, it felt really grim as chunks of hair fell over my feet and got trapped in the plug-hole, after showering myself I had to fire the jet of water directly into the plug-hole to try and blast the hair down and allow the water to run away.

I dried myself, wished I had realised that I was going to need a shower, I would have brought my talcum powder and scent, there was a knock at the door, Sandra asking if she could come in, I hadn't locked the door, but then I realised that there was no lock on the door anyway.

"You look a million times better!" I smiled at Sandra for her comment, then I looked at her, she was already in her bikini, the top was half cup, I could clearly see the top of her areola, forming a half moon above the top of the material. The bikini bottoms were, well, nothing short of spectacular, Sandra had said that they had been designed by Versace, the sides were very thin and rode very high on Sandra's hips, the front came down to a point, too low really, I could see the beginning of the valley leading to her sex, she turned around, the back of her bikini bottoms went in a deep 'V' too, far below the start of her bum crack.

"Men don't really like this kind of thing do they?" Sandra laughed out loud, "You bet ya!" I pulled the plastic bag open and took out my bikini top and slipped it on, my areolas were much larger than Sandra's, much darker too, and a lot more of them were visible over the top of the material. I wanted to say that I couldn't possibly be seen in public like this, then I heard James's voice in my head, "Anything that you have to do to get this job, we need the money!"

I took a deep breath and pulled the bikini bottoms on; I had to put a lot of pressure on pulling the waistband, or top of the 'V' over my hips, if I didn't pull them high enough over my hips, they just fell down again.

The thin material was cutting in between my legs slightly, I looked in the mirror, standing on tip-toes, Sandra led me out to her bedroom where she had a full length mirror, I gasped, there was even more of my vaginal valley on display, and I seemed to have more between my legs than Sandra, the material was being pulled right up into my gash making the carefully designed Versace 'V' look more like a 'W'.

"I'm sorry; it's too late to do anything about that now!" Sandra seemed genuinely surprised that my bathing costume had turned out so tight and so different looking to her own. "You want a drink or 'something'?" Sandra picked up two bottles, a litre of Vodka and a small bottle of pills, shaking both in front of my face.

"What are the pills?" I only asked because alcohol made me very sleepy, and I only usually touched wine, never hard liquor. "Valium!" She said, turning the bottle to look at it as if to confirm to herself that it was Valium. "You must be the only woman in the village who isn't already on the stuff," I held out my hand and Sandy dropped two tiny pills into my hand, "The Chemist has to dispense so many of these in this village that all I could get were half strength pills.

I threw both pills to the back of my throat and looked in vain for water to wash them down, "Sorry, no drinking water up here!" Sandra handed me the bottle of Vodka and I took a really small sip to send the Valium down.

"Right, ostensibly we are here sun bathing, right?" I nodded my head, "Don has organised a poker game for tonight, there will be twenty-four men playing at three tables, all you have to do is let the men see you in that," Sandra said, pointing at the bikini, "I will be expected to serve the men drinks, every half hour or so, when the sun goes down, you have to decide if you are here to work or if you are getting dressed and heading for home and a safe, boring, life, if you do go then we will know that the job is not for you, you can even keep the bikini and we can all still be friends, at least you will have proved to yourself that you can do something more than be a mother and wife!" Sandra finished her speech off with a wide smile, then she found me some extremely high heel shoes.

Sandra spent five minutes back-combing my hair and sprayed it with strong lacquer, she put a light brushing of blue eye shadow around my eyes, "With eyes, I find that less is definitely more, but lips need time!" Sandra said as she applied seven layers of lipstick, each a slightly different shade of red to the last, the eighth layer was a hard gloss, 'Clearly Kissable' proudly displayed on the bottle.

"Before I let you see yourself, one piece of advice, when I'm made up for work, I'm not Sandra, Don's wife and Matthew's mother, I'm Sandy, single, footloose and fancy free!" That reminded me of something, "Where is Matthew?" "He's with Don's mother for the weekend, there will be too much noise with all the guys here playing poker, anyway, stop butting in!" I didn't like to tell her that I could hear strange noises down stairs, like the party had already started, "Anyway, before you so rudely interrupted me, when you see yourself in the mirror try to forget you are Isabella, mother and wife, give yourself a brand new name to go with your brand new look!"

Sandra revealed the new me, all I could think was that Amy would love to see me like this, "Well what do you think, who are you?" "Amy!" Slipped out of my mouth, I quickly corrected it to "A-J!" Sandy smiled, "Very good choice!"

Sandy took my hand and led me out of the bedroom; we had to wait at the top of the stairs as two men were coming up, each man carried what looked like two huge heat lamps on expandable stands, the first man stopped at the top of the stairs, checked a piece of paper, "You sure you want two this time?" Sandy nodded her head, "Where do you want them?" "The two larger bedrooms please!" Sandy pointed to her bedroom and down the passageway to the rear of the house.

A small box was sticking out of each man's pocket, "We've set them to channel ten and eighty-eight, far enough apart to not interfere with each other and out of the way enough to not be stumbled on accidentally!" Sandy nodded her head as if she knew exactly what the guy was talking about. "You want me to set them up as usual, leave them on and everything?" Sandy nodded her head, as soon as the stairs were clear she pulled me after her again.

At the back door I hesitated but only slightly, "You feeling OK?" Sandy asked, I followed her into her garden, "I'm on top of the world!" I had a silly grin on my face, I felt drunk, totally smashed out of my head but unlike normal, or should I say, unlike Isabella, A-J was totally wide awake and drunk.

There were two sun-loungers on Sandy's small patio, from them I could see into her conservatory, the huge sofa that was usually the main focal point of her huge living/dining room was now in the conservatory with its back towards the garden.

The back wall of the old dining room had been completely removed when the conservatory had been added, in place of the wall there were eight, double glazed, doors, they slid across the back of the house in a track, four on each side, when they reached each end of the track they slid back so that when fully open there was only one panel visible at each end, leaving an opening that was about thirty feet wide, there were three huge round tables, each with eight folding chairs around them, all in the living/dining room and still room to move about in the room. The things, the clutter and nick-knack's, the furniture that usually filled the huge room was all missing apart from the huge sofa.

Sandy made sure that I was settled on the lounger, checked that I was sure that I didn't want a Vodka, then she went into the living room, I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, it looked like she was playing with their forty-eight inch plasma screen TV, the picture on it kept lighting her body up, then she nodded to herself and turned the TV off again.

I heard the doorbell chime and Sandy went to the front door dressed in only her skimpy bikini, she led a man into the living room, I heard the man ask if he was the first, Sandy told him that he was and for being early he deserved a treat, then she leaned into him and gave him a very passionate kiss, I watched feeling very much like a voyeur, the man's hands were all over Sandy and when she returned to the garden she was pulling the sides of her bikini bottom back into place and giggling as she did it.

"That's Paul Maitland, he's my current favourite!" "What about Don?" I asked shocked, "He's Sandra's husband, he's OK! But not a patch on Paul, there are several men due to come tonight who are far better lovers than Don!" Sandy was giggling again, like a school girl, she looked down at the crotch area of her bikini, it was several shades darker than it had been when she left me to go into the living room.

The sun had very little power, it was after all almost six o'clock but it felt so good, it was the first time I had ever felt the sun on my body and legs, there was a lot of coming and going, the two men who had met us at the top of the stairs came out, into the garden, Right, all your stuff is on the lorry, we'll bring it all back when we fetch the tables and chairs tomorrow, Sandy kissed both men, not quite as passionately as she had kissed Paul Maitland but still more passionately than I had ever kissed James.

"They not stopping to play poker?" "I find it very off-putting, having my brothers here when I'm working!" I blushed again but also let out a girlish giggle. "Brothers, I don't kiss my husband like that!" "Yes but I've been kissing them a lot longer than I have been kissing Don!"

The poker room filled rapidly, less than fifteen minutes from Paul arriving to the last one walking through the door, Sandy looked at her watch, "It's show time!" she said theatrically. I sat there looking through the window at all the men; there was one man who stood out head and shoulders above the rest, as Sandy hauled herself out of the lounger she saw who I was looking at, "Tom Bryce, you like the look of him?" "He looks scary, he's huge," I looked down at his hands, they looked like they were the size of snow-shovels, and his feet, he looked like he had canoes on the end of his legs.

"Look at the size of his feet, they must be size fifteen at least!" "Mmmm, you know what they say about the size of a man's feet don't you?" I didn't know, so I looked blankly at Sandy, "The bigger the man's shoe size the bigger his cock, it's usually a load of balls, but not in Tom's case, he's fucking huge, ruin you for other men after!" Sandy was starting to head for the house, I called after her, "You need a hand with anything?" Sandy looked back at me, she smiled sweetly, "Not this time, you just sit and watch what happens, see how I do it!"

I watched as Sandy took a large tray of drinks into the poker room, the glasses were all half pint, tumbler style, glasses, not more than half filled with beer, as Sandy walked around the tables she was regularly groped by most of the men, I heard one ask her if her friend would be joining the party, Sandy looked over her shoulder at me, "A-J is only here to do a little sunbathing with me, she's been keeping me company this afternoon!"

Several men turned round to look out the window at me. I got a sudden case of the 'shy's' having so many men looking at me while I was so scantily dressed. "Try to talk her into hanging around, I'll bet she would be great at making tips!" Sandy smiled at him, "I'll try but can't promise anything though!"

I saw Sandy stop at Tom Bryce's side, she whispered something to him and he looked round at me, his eyes were boring into mine, then there was a smile, Sandy had obviously said something that Tom liked the sound of because his smile turned into a lecherous grin.

Sandy crashed down on her lounger, it was six forty-five, there wasn't much of the sun left to bathe under, "Well, you have about forty-five minutes to decide exactly what you want to do, you have proved that you can handle bikini for small groups of men and I can recommend you to my employers for those kinds of jobs but they don't come up very often!"

I looked at her seriously, "James told me to do whatever it took to get work with you, and I'm willing to try whatever is asked of me!" Sandy smiled at me; she patted my knee like a mother would pat a child for being good or trying hard.

I watched the men playing poker, it was serious stuff, big pots were being won and lost on all three tables, Sandy checked her watch, "Right, you just watch me again, I don't want you to come in the room and run off like a scared kid, we have a reputation to consider! You need a drink or another Valium?" I shook my head, at seven o'clock, Sandy took a huge jug of beer into the poker room, she bent over the table at each man's side, picked up his glass, then added beer until the glass was around half full again.

Most of the men touched Sandy up as she served them, I noticed that when Sandy walked into the room Tom Bryce had looked round, seeing Sandy, he looked out at me, he had a very disappointed look on his face. As Sandy was serving the last man I heard Tom say, "Hey everybody, all chip in a ten, see if Sandy can't get A-J to come in at seven thirty with her!" I watched as all twenty-four men threw a chip onto Sandy's tray.

Sandy came back out to me, again she flopped down on the lounger, she put her fingers to my lips and pushed something in my mouth, I felt the two tiny round pills, followed by a glass of cold beer, "I said I didn't want..." Sandy stopped me, they have all chipped in, there is two hundred and forty pounds waiting for you if you give me a hand to play hostess for the rest of the night. You only have thirty minutes, you can get dressed and head home to your 'loving' husband and beautiful children or you can stay and have your life turned upside down forever!" "I told you, whatever it takes to earn money with you!"

Seven thirty came round faster than I thought possible, I was buzzing from the two pills that Sandy had pressed on me, smashed out of my mind but still functioning as if I were sober. Sandy gave me a pitcher of beer, she took one herself.

You start with Tom, he'll touch you up, if you really don't like it, just walk on to the next player, if you are happy for him to touch just stand still for four or five seconds, not too long, you serve Tom's table, take your time and when you get back to Tom serve him again and meet me in the kitchen!"

Sandy served both tables while I served only one, all the men touched my body, each man seemed to have a favourite place he wanted to touch but nothing got touched that was covered by bikini.

When we got back to the kitchen I was on a high, not a climax or anything like that, just nicely on a sexual high. Sandy looked at me and smiled, "You OK?" I nodded and made a sound like a kitten purring. Sandy handed me a large bag of crisps, "Right, fill the crisp bowls up on the middle table first, then Don's table and finish off at Paul's bowl and meet me in the kitchen again!"

It took a full thirty minutes to finish filling up all of the bowls again, and again the men only touched flesh that wasn't covered.

Sandy had finished her round with peanuts well before I finished with the crisps, as I got to the kitchen again I was breathless, Sandy looked down at the front of my bikini bottoms, I was visibly soaking, there was two trails of my own lubrication running down my inner thighs, Sandy passed me a hand towel, "Wipe, then take the beer to Don's table first, then the middle table and finish off at Paul, OK?" I nodded; I was already wiping between my legs, shaking my head and giggling out loud.

I was on a non-stop high, Sandy and I didn't stop once until nine forty-five, Sandy took me into the kitchen, she sat me at the table with a beer, I just sank it straight down, I was covered in a film of sweat, almost gasping for breath from the excitement of all those men touching me and me showing off my body.

"Right, I think that you have really proved yourself, no problem now in my recommending you for work but I think it really is time that you got dressed and went home, OK?" "Why?" "At ten o'clock Don will put on a blue film for thirty minutes, you ever seen a blue film?" I shook my head, "Well take it from me, the kind of film that the men expect on poker nights can be very sick, things sometimes get out of hand after the film, the 'only touch what's on show' rule often gets broken!"

We were still in the kitchen when Don called a halt to proceedings, "Time for the blue film guys!"

I was confused, I had seen for myself that the guy's were really serious poker players, "It's like this, a break can change a players luck totally, a losing player would call an early break, a winner wouldn't want a break at all, so to keep things friendly there is an official break at ten o'clock and again at two am when the guy's watch blue films!" "Can we watch them too?" "Trust me; you don't want to watch the kind of film that the guy's are into!"

There was a very loud "Fuck" from the poker room, Don stormed into the kitchen, "Fucking Abdul at the video shop has given us the films that we had last time, now what the fuck do we do?"

Sandy looked a little concerned, "Isabella, you better get dressed and go home now!" "Isabella's not here, just me, A-J" Sandy was called into the poker room, I stood in the kitchen doorway, Sandy was being pulled from one man to the next, all were whispering in her ear, she kept looking over at me, her expression was looking more and more worried.

Don walked in again, closing his mobile phone, "Fucking Abdul is already closed, there's no way we can get the films replaced now!"

Sandy pulled me into the kitchen, "The guy's are offering us two hundred and forty pounds to put on a girl/girl show for them!" I nodded my head and giggled, "You know what girl / girl means?" I shook my head, still giggling, "One hundred and twenty pounds each if we have sex together and let them watch!"

I looked blankly at Sandy, "Whatever it takes, James said! But you'll have to tell me exactly what you want me to do as I don't have a clue!"

Sandy ran up the stairs, she came down a little slower; she was carrying a large storage box covered with an oversized bath towel. I had only looked away from the poker room for a split second to watch Sandy as she placed the box on the floor and spread the huge towel over the sofa in the conservatory, when I looked back at the poker room there were twelve seats in a semicircle around the open doorway and the men were using, naturally, a deck of cards to 'win' the best seats and the seating or standing order.

Sandy took my hand and guided me to a point in front of the sofa, right dead centre of the crescent of seats, the men took just two seconds to get in their assigned places and while they were milling around Sandy told me to just relax, "And if I do something to you that you like, you do it back to me, if the men like it, and believe me, you'll know if they like it, keep doing it until I tell you to stop, we have just twenty-six minutes left, it's not enough for me to do everything to you that I'd like to do but it's not for our pleasure, it's for the guy's!"

Sandy reached up and started to run the fingers of one hand through my hair while stroking the nape of my neck with the other, I looked at the men and smiled, Sandy pulled my face back to look at her and then she kissed me on the lips. 'WOW!' It totally blew my mind, the softness of her touch, the gentle guiding and then her soft mouth and the tip of her tongue playing against my lips and 'encouraging' my lips open even though I had never kissed like that before.

Sandy was rocking back and fourth as if dancing to a tune that only she could hear, she gradually turned me so that my back was to our audience, kissing me and tongue wrestling with me all the way. Her hands moved to hold my head, rubbing around and over my ears, then they slipped down over each side of my neck, so slowly, so softly, so gently, so lovingly.

Her hands spread out over the tops of my shoulders, then her hand's journey halted imperceptibly as she picked up the shoulder straps of my bikini top and then started moving again over the tops of my arms and then around my back, all the time her tongue was in my mouth or she was sucking my tongue into her own, then I felt the back strap of my bikini top slacken off and the top slipped down onto the floor. There was a great cheer from the twenty-four men watching as my top slipped off of my body.

I wanted to look round, look at the men to see if I could see what they were cheering at, then Sandy started to turn me round, kissing my neck, shoulder and nape of the back of my neck so that I was facing the men for a few seconds, the cheering turned instantly into clapping, stamping feet and wolf-whistles, I felt on top of the world, no one had ever wolf-whistled at me before. As I was continued on my three hundred and sixty degree turn by Sandy something was nagging at me, gnawing at the back of my mind, and then, surprise, surprise, there was Sandy again.

Sandy kissed down the left side of my neck, along my collar bone and down over my upper chest and onto my breast. She took my nipple in her mouth, she kissed it, sucked it, nibbled on it, then she bit down hard and pulled her head back as far as she could before the elasticity of my nipple gave way and it snapped back into my areola again, and again there was a massive cacophony of appreciation from the men!

'Oh yes, that's it, I should do it to Sandy if the guy's or I liked something!' Suddenly slipped into my mind, I was faster and more clumsy as I slipped the shoulder straps of Sandy's top over her arms and there was no practiced, fluid, movement as I un-snapped the fastener at the back but the sound made by the men was still as much of a boost as if I had been as expert as Sandy.

I started to kiss my way down Sandy's chest but she pulled my head straight to her nipple and then looked at her watch. I was left just a few seconds playing with Sandy's nipples with my mouth, which the men appreciated in the usual way, noise and whistles.

Sandy was doing the turning dance again so that all the men could get to see as much as possible of our lovemaking. My head was pushed away gently and I stood upright, I was sideways on to the two men on the right of the room, Sandy kissed her way down over my stomach and abdomen until her mouth was at that point, where earlier, there had been a wild thatch of honey blond hair, then she made her tongue into a point, knelt down and started to rub the point of her tongue over and along the little valley above my vagina that was visible above the Versace 'V', Sandy walked on her knees and turned me through the arc of visibility from the men.

When I was sideways on to the two men on the left of the room Sandra placed her hands on my hips and touched the thin straps digging in to the soft flesh above my hips and my bikini bottoms catapulted down at high-speed onto my feet.

Sandy stood up again and started to turn me again as she kissed around my neck and chest, carefully standing to the side so that no part of my body was obscured from the men. As I faced her again, with the deafening sound from the men still ringing in my ears I reached out for Sandy's bikini bottoms and lifted the straps off of her hips, her bottoms didn't fire down as mine had done, in fact, she had to wriggle her bottom to make them fall to the floor.

I wanted to kiss Sandy as she had kissed me on my pussy mound but she checked her watch and stopped me. I was pulled a little to the right and Sandy pushed me down on the sofa, then she lifted my legs and turned me so that I was sitting along the sofa, the men were silent, I watched as they all moved forward slightly, then Sandy moved so that she was slightly behind me and she pulled me down onto my back, then she knelt at the side of my head and swung her body over mine, as her head dropped between my thighs her knee crossed over my head and she sat on my face rubbing her soaking wet pussy against my chin and mouth as she simulated fucking my face.

I almost went wild as her tongue worked between my legs, she found my pleasure centre and worked on it hard with her teeth and tongue, I didn't have much opportunity to reciprocate as she was very 'animated' in her fucking of my face, she drove me through countless orgasms something that James never did, in our lives together he had only given me three orgasms and they were nothing like the intensity of the climaxes that Sandy was driving me through.

She stopped to look at her watch and I took the opportunity to clamp my mouth over her clitoris and replayed exactly what she had done to me, she kept whispering for me to stop as we didn't have the time, but in reality, if she had wanted me to stop all she had to do was lift her leg over my head and she would have been beyond my reach. As it was she allowed me to give her two climaxes chained one after the other.

As she slipped off of my body she was a little shaken and the men were wild with appreciation of the act so far. Sandy went to the box and took out a solid rubber dildo with straps attached, she was about to step into the tangle of straps when she looked at her watch and threw the dildo back into the box. The boo's and jeers of disappointment from the men were palpable, I looked from the men to Sandy, I was a little confused, I had worked out that the dildo was a strap-on so that Sandy could fuck me as if she were a man, don't ask me how I knew about the strap-on, it just came to me in a flash of inspiration.

Sandy tried to quieten the men down slightly; she kept tapping her watch to indicate that there wasn't the time to do everything they wanted. They stopped their complaining when Sandy took a giant tub of Vaseline, removed the top and placed it on the floor in front of the box, then she took two hair-pieces, the kind that a woman would weave into her hair to make it look longer, one was light blond and the other dark blond, as she placed them over the edge of the box I was suddenly confused, there appeared to be a small, black, hard rubber, handle attached to both sets of hair.

Two powder-puff looking objects also with matching rubber handles were placed at the side of the hair, then what looked like two leather, braided, whips were placed on the edge of the box as well, guess what, same handles as on the other four things.

Sandy then took two vibrators out of the box, a huge black, twelve inch long, six inch diameter, rubber one and a pink hard plastic, six inch long, three inch diameter one. I was given the rubber monster to hold and Sandy re-positioned me on the sofa, leaning my back against the back of the seat, my bottom right on the edge of the seat and she lifted each of my legs in turn to force the heel of my shoes in between my bottom and the bottom of the seat with my knees wide apart.

It took Sandy a few seconds to get into the same position on my right hand side, she was so supple that she put herself into the same position that she had helped me into, I would never have managed it by myself, Sandy turned the pink vibrator on and nodded at me so I did the same with the black one, Sandy was holding the vibrator in her left hand and it was buzzing like an angry wasp, I did the same, Sandy whispered, "The other hand!"

The black monster now in my right hand was growling rather than buzzing, it was faster, louder, and the tone was much lower, suddenly, in one fluid movement the six inch vibrator was five inches deep inside my pussy, Sandy's left arm across my right thigh, I was trying to arch my back but the position that Sandy had placed me in made that impossible, and I was unable to thrash about as I wanted too do either, I was in the middle of my climax before I realised that I was still holding the black vibrator pointing at the ceiling instead of inside Sandy so I tried, and missed, and missed a second time, missed each time until Sandy took my hand and aimed the fucking thing herself, she checked her watch again and shrugged her shoulders.

Eventually I lost count of the number and strength of the climaxes that Sandy was giving me with that artificial cock but I only managed to give her one, but it was a big one and it caused Sandy to roll over and kiss me on the lips again even though the men complained that she was blocking their view, quick look at her watch again then Sandy slipped off of the sofa, she turned me sideways again, managing to keep the pink vibrator in me and the black one in her.

She lifted one of my legs so that one knee was turned up, the other leg was flat on the sofa, Sandy was holding the black vibrator in herself, then she climbed on top of me and put her pussy directly against my raised thigh, her own thigh was pushing the end of the pink vibrator into me deeper, no hand on the beast now, she rode my thigh hard, rubbing her pussy up and down my thigh and forcing all twelve inches if the black cock inside her, the six inch inside me was painful as she forced it all the way in me, Christ knows how she took the twelve inches in herself without apparent problem.

We were only in that position for two or three minutes when Sandy looked at her watch, she showed it to me, we had been performing for twenty-two minutes, then she rolled off of me, took both vibrators, turned them off and tossed them on the floor by the box.

Another new position, I was placed on my knees, right on the edge of the sofa facing away from the men, Sandy knelt next to me and as she fell forward, placing her breasts carefully against the top of the back of the sofa, she pulled me down after her and held me there.

"Just relax, for Christ sake, even if you think the pain is going to kill you, just remember that it won't, just a stinging for a few moments and then you will get use to it, just take it calm as you can please!"

I thought that I was more relaxed at that moment than I had been in my life before, I had a few issues around infidelity, was I being unfaithful to James if I was following his instructions to the letter, and, as I was fucking with a woman who couldn't get me pregnant, would that be infidelity at all, the thought flashed through my mind, 'perhaps I should go with James on Sunday to church, go into confession and tell the priest exactly what I'd done and ask him if I had committed adultery or not!'

Don was talking now, "Right gentlemen, all we have available tonight is, Pony, Bunny or Doggy, so I've taken out the other options!" I looked back, Don had a pack of cards that children played pairs with, my son William had exactly the same pack, four matching pictures of each animal that you placed face down and kept turning them over until you had a pair, then they were your cards.

Don shuffled the remaining twelve cards; he fanned them out and offered them to the man sitting next to him to pick one card. "Pony Girls!" Twenty-four voices shouted out in unison.

It meant nothing at all to me; Sandy put her arm over my shoulders and pushed me down, "Relax, for God's sake, Relax!" I watched as a conventional pack of playing cards were shuffled and one card dealt to each of the twenty-four men, "Any aces?" Paul Maitland held up the ace of spades, there were four aces in a pack so they were using the convention from Bridge; Spades were high suit, so the ace of spades was the top card, two men had Kings but Tom Bryce had the King of hearts which beat the King of clubs, "You two have been soding lucky all evening!" was grumbled by more than one man.

Paul was allowed first choice of hair pieces, he picked up the honey blond, Tom took the dark blond and rushed to Sandy, I changed sides where I was looking, I just caught a glimpse of Paul swishing the handle of the hair piece around in the Vaseline jar before I followed Tom, he was standing to the right of Sandy and my eyes opened wide as I watched him push the handle attached to the dark blond hair into Sandy's arse hole, one push, no resistance, Sandy didn't even flinch, then my eyes opened even wider as I felt my own arse being plugged by what I now realised was meant to be a Pony tail. Paul was a little gentler with me than Tony had been with Sandy but it still hurt like fuck as he twisted and turned it, pushed and pulled it, until it was all the way in my arse.

"Relax!"

There were tears in my eyes from the pain, I was also gasping for air, trying to work off the pain using extra oxygen. By the time I came to my senses and looked back again the men were all seated at the tables playing poker again. I went to pull the thing out of my arse, "We're Pony Girls now, until the end of the evening, or when you go home, you have to keep the Pony tail in, until a man takes it out, and trust me, what he puts in you if he takes the Pony tail out, you don't want to know!"

The pain was so bad that I was walking on the tips of my toes, Sandy took me into the kitchen and handed me a jug of beer, "Come on Pony Girl, and fill up them glasses!" And with that Sandy pushed me into the poker room.

By the time I had emptied my jug of its beer the pain had gone, I noticed that when Sandy served beer to a man she swished her bottom and flicked the man with her tail which went down really well so I decided that on my trip round with the crisps I would try the same.

From the end of play at ten o'clock to the end of my performance with Sandy it had taken exactly thirty minutes, not twenty-nine or thirty-one, the theory went that luck could change owners during the thirty minutes break and superstition made it that even if Sandy and my performance had over run the game would have started exactly on time.

We rushed around serving drinks and nibbles until one fifteen, then Sandy pulled me into the kitchen, "OK, you've proved yourself, and you did a fucking good job with me for your first lesbian show, well done; now you should really go home to James and your kids!" "Is the game over?" "No, but I don't want you here for the two o'clock break!" "Why?"

Sandy took a deep breath, "It's called the fifteen minutes of heaven lucky dip!" "And?" "Just go home; it's much better if you leave the game to me at two o'clock!" I felt hurt, "I'm doing OK Aren't I? I'm letting everyone touch my tits and pussy now that they are uncovered aren't I?" I flicked my tail and felt a satisfying thwack across my bottom as the Pony tail whipped me softly, "See, I can even do that flick now as well, I'm trying really hard to please everyone!" "Yes, you are, the men love you, Paul Maitland especially, he wants a proper date with you one day!" "So, why can't I stay until the end?"

Sandy got an exasperated look on her face, she took me up stairs, into her bedroom, either side of the bed were the two heat lamp things that Sandy's brothers had taken up, the room was in darkness, Sandy pointed to a little box with what looked like an eye pointing at the bed. Then Sandy took me into the back bedroom, it had been set up exactly the same way, one red lamp on each side of the bed and the small box, Sandy pointed to a ten on the side, "TV Channel ten!" that means the other one is channel eighty-eight, Sandy turned the TV on in the bedroom, tuned it to channel eighty-eight and suddenly there was a bed on the TV screen, it was in black and white but it looked bright as day in the room, Sandy left me watching the screen and returned to the room, she popped a towel on the bed and I could see her doing everything.

She rejoined me, turned off the TV and took me to her bedroom, to prove that the room was still in total darkness. "The game is, the guys draw cards, like they did for the Pony tail thing, the winner comes up here and can do whatever he wants to me for fifteen minutes, well thirteen actually with all the messing about, and that happens twice to make a thirty minute break, as you are here, they have set up two rooms, that makes it lucky dip, we draw the room in the same way that the men pick who is going to come up. They won't know who is in which room, the man with the highest card has first pick of the room!"

The concept of an anything goes dark room didn't worry me half as much as the fact that the rest would be watching the action in glorious black and white, "So which room will the men be watching downstairs?" "Both, I've set the TV up with picture in picture; each room has half of the screen!" "So you planned on me doing it with you?" "I had too, if Don thought I was trying to talk you out of this he'd kill me, if you tell him he'll fucking go ape shit on me!" "I'm here under orders from my husband, to do 'EVERYTHING' that I have to do to get the job, 'EVERYTHING'!"

We returned to passing out beer and nibbles until Don called a break at two o'clock, he called out, "Fifteen minutes of heaven!" I took a deep breath and Sandy and I went up stairs, we stood at the timer that would stop the action and Sandy offered me a choice of two cards, I got the low card, Sandy picked her own bedroom and I went into the back room.

I heard the men climb the stairs. The sound of men undressing outside in the hall and then the light shining under the door went out and the door opened. The bed bounced and I felt hands on my tits, "First bit of fucking good luck I've had all night!" He whispered, I had planned to just lie there and let it all happen to me but as soon as I felt his cock in my cunt I went wild, he was there to fuck me but it turned out that I fucked his brains out until the bell sounded and he started to climb off the bed, I was trying to stop him, I wasn't close to being finished with that boy.

Sandy called me out to the bathroom, she was sitting on the bidet, as the water squirted up her fanny there were huge chunks of a man's cum falling out of her, she stood up and wiped herself, then she pointed to the bidet, try to keep your tail out of the water, I copied her, my first ever time on a bidet.

We drew cards again, I asked Sandy why she just didn't keep her own room, it's supposed to be a lucky dip, for us as well as them. I won and she told me that I had to go into her room, as I lay on the bed there was a huge wet patch right in the middle of the bed which made me cringe, the men came up again and again I heard them undress, the light went out and the door opened, the man was far rougher than the first, he definitely fucked my brains out.

Sandy and I washed the cum from our cunts again and went down to serve beer again, four of the men had gone home, Don looked disgusted, the four that left were big losers, they lost money and they didn't get anywhere close to heaven, "Right, we can play with three fives if you like or try to squeeze ten on two tables!"

Paul Maitland thought about it and offered a different arrangement, "Send the girls back up to the bedroom, we draw, two highest go one room, next two go to the other, sixteen play poker for thirty minutes, watch a little TV while they are at it!" The last comment caused a laugh from the other men.

There was a general consensus of opinion that Paul's plan was brilliant, the sixteen still playing could keep a tally and the four highest winners of the half hour would take over in the bedroom and the four lucky winners would take their seats.

Sandy was pulling me up the stairs, I was trying to stop her, "Can't you tell them that they should do fifteen minutes each instead of two men together?" "We are really just entertainment on a poker night, I tried to tell you to go home, now it's too late, just suck it up and get ready to lose that Pony tail Pony girl!" Sandy was smiling as she said it but I could tell that while sex with one stranger had been fun, two strangers together could be more of a problem!

The timer on the landing was reset to thirty minutes and we drew cards for the room, I got the back room. The first two men came into my room a little before two thirty-five, five minutes lost from their time with me but worse for me, five minutes of planning time.

They came in fast, four hands feeling my body to see who they had 'won' then I was manhandled out of the way, one man on his back and I was pulled back on top of him, he started fucking my cunt like a steam hammer, the tail was eased out of my bottom and the second man slipped in behind me, I struggled a little but it didn't get me anywhere, there was still a second cock in my arse hole, the two men took it in turns to actually do the fucking but both enjoyed the feeling of the other's cock just the other side of the thin perineum separating my arse and pussy.

I was a little disappointed that the bell rang out on the landing before I was totally ready for it, the parting gesture from both men was a kiss each and the Pony tail being inserted once more into my bottom.

Sandy rushed me out of the room and into the bathroom to wash out my pussy, "What, didn't they do you in the arse?" I looked at Sandy, her Pony tail was missing, "No, they did, but they put it back in after!" "The trick is, in the dark, try and lose the dammed thing under the bed or something!" I watched as Sandy washed out both fanny and bum on the bidet.

The door opened at the bottom of the stairs, Sandy just pushed me towards her bedroom, we didn't have time to cut the cards even, this time the men were less in sync, there had been no planning, I was pulled about a lot, I did oral on both men, one at a time, while one fucked my pussy I sucked the other and they changed over about half way through, my first ever taste of semen, first ever cock in my mouth, they let me know what I was doing wrong and fortunately for them and me I was a fast learner.

They came faster than before, no time for Sandy and me to meet in the main bathroom, whoever was in the front bedroom used the bidet in the en-suit while the one in the back bedroom used the family bathroom, we had stopped cutting cards, Sandy just occasionally swapped over rooms with me to make it appear random.

At six o'clock Sandy caught hold of me, what time will your kids wake up?" On a Saturday morning, sometime between seven o'clock and eight!" Sandy ran down stairs and told her husband that I had to go home for the kids, she was willing to carry on, but she would be on her own!

I dressed in my mommy clothes and Sandy brought me an envelope, "Everybody chipped in forty pounds, here's almost five hundred for one night's work!" I smiled, I wanted to tell her to keep the money as it would have made me feel like less of a prostitute but I knew that James would be more impressed with the money and more inclined to let me go out on another poker night if I was invited.

"You know why they came through so fast don't you?" I shook my head in a no, "They weren't counting their pot to see who had done the best, that would have been very bad luck, no serious poker player counts during a game, they did the first draw and then just took their turn from that first draw, between us we have fucked every one of them!" She had a wide smile as she let me in on that secret.

Sandy blushed a little, "I'm sorry that you didn't get to try out Paul or Tom, I got both of them, but on the plus side, I got my old man too so you were spared him at least," Sandy took me to the front door, still totally naked, she kissed me on the mouth, long and passionate, tongue and all!

"Oh, and when my old man rings you up to blackmail you into sex, and he will, it's up to you, you can play his game or let me know if you aren't interested, just remember it's all a game, you don't have to play if you don't want too! Oh and another thing, don't show your old man all the money, give him half and keep half for yourself!"

As I walked down the drive to the road, Paul Maitland stepped out from behind two parked cars, "Can I walk you home?" "No!" "Please!" "No, it's a small village and people will be up and about already, I can't afford for people to see me walking home at this hour with a strange man!"

"I wanted to see where you lived for when we have our date!" I kissed him on the lips and said goodbye. "I was really disappointed that we didn't hook up tonight, perhaps next time we play poker you'll let me have a special party with you, you'll love what I can do with my cock!" I smiled over my shoulder at him and waked home alone.

I desperately needed a bath, desperately needed sleep and the spunk from two men was leaking out of my bald pussy as I walked but instead of a bath or bed, I tuned the TV into channel eighty-eight and watched as four men fucked Sandy until my kids woke up.

I gave them breakfast and dragged myself off to the bathroom, I hid the bikini, I would have to wash that when James wasn't around and I put half of the money in the same hiding place.

I'd had the foresight to rough up the bed in the spare bedroom to make it look like I had been sleeping in there for a little while, James was waiting for me when I got out of the bath, it was a good thing that we didn't have the kind of relationship where we ever saw each other naked, there were bites, cuts and bruises that would be difficult to explain to my husband, oh, and the little matter of a totally bald pussy mound too.

When James saw the envelope with A-J written on the outside and two hundred and forty pounds in it he was ecstatic. "All that from one night's work, that would take you more than a week to earn that in a normal job, and I mean full time, not part time, I'll bet that would take a month to earn that doing part time at Tesco's, and you'd end up paying tax and national insurance on that too!" There was a slight pause, "Is she going to give you more work?" "I don't know, the work is very sporadic, and I might not be suitable for every job!" James waved the money in front of my face, "You have to try, just look at all of this from one night, this could be the answer to our problems!"

James's face did drop a little when I told him that I was going to bed and that he would have to take the kids out so that I could get some sleep, he wasn't happy but he looked at the pile of money again and took the kids to his parents for the day.

Things didn't exactly become strained after that Friday night, things weren't good before, it's just that I hadn't recognised how good things could be but that poker game changed me totally; I had been two hundred percent 'up-tight', almost anal in my attitude to life, the human body, well my body, and my marriage.

Meeting a group of people, twenty-five counting Sandy at one time and in one place, and they gave the impression that in their world it was normal to be naked in front of others, even strangers and I couldn't face being naked in front of my own husband, well twenty-five people had seen me naked and worse, much worse, I could use the excuse that Sandy had drugged me, that the drugs and the alcohol had made me act against my 'norms' but the truth was, I loved it, all of it, as I tried to sleep in the house on my own, going over everything that had happened just a few hours earlier I made the decision, no more hiding from James or the rest of the world!

Apart from sleeping in the nude, which I have to point out, James didn't even notice for two nights, nothing really changed until Wednesday, I know that isn't a million miles away from Friday but it was a long time for me, alone as I was most of the day with William, Amy and Laura at school and James out all day looking for work.

I bumped into Sandy at the school gates waiting for Matthew, "Hi Sandy, how are you today?" She turned to me with a cold look on her face, "Sandra please, when I'm not working, I'm Sandra! I'm fine thank you Isabella; I hope that you didn't have any trouble when you got home because of the changes we made to you!" There was a warmth again in her face. I shook my head, "No, James hasn't noticed anything yet!"

Sandra looked surprised, I had kept doing my hair the way she had styled it, on Saturday afternoon I had taken the bus to Bedford and spent a little of the money that I had held back on a little make-up, just the things that Sandy had used to change me into A-J, I had also bought a little sexy lingerie too, coloured bikini panties instead of my usual white full passion killers from M&S, a couple of new bras too, again, not white, and not all encompassing cup either, not as revealing as the bikini had been but still better than my usual style bras.

"I have an opportunity this weekend if you are interested!" I nodded my head, "What is it?" "Friday to Sunday around the south coast!" "What, away all weekend, not coming back in between?" Sandy smiled to herself, that one statement had hauled my true colours up my flagpole, I wasn't really A-J, I was only just Isabella, boring old mummy to three kids and wife to an unexciting man. I bit my lip as soon as I said it, I was trying hard to find the right words, the words to excuse me without making Sandra lose even more respect for me.

Matthew was out of school way ahead of the rest of the pack, I started to speak, Sandra held up a hand to stop me, "We'll talk again in a few days!" That was it, I was dropped and Sandra walked away holding Matthew's hand as Matthew excitedly chattered about his day at school. I thought to myself that as there was only one day between now and Friday when the job was, and Sandra had said she would talk to me in a couple of days, Sandra would be finding someone else to help her on her weekend job.

As usual, my two were dead last out of the school, even most of the teachers had left, I tried to engage the girls about their day but neither wanted to tell me what they had been doing, stark contrast between my children and Sandra's son who went through his whole day without even being asked. Matthew was also a very bouncy, confident, outgoing boy, the same age as Amy and in the same class but Amy was less, just less, less everything, they could have been years apart in age or from different continents, that might go some way to explaining the difference, but there was only one difference, their parents!

It took an age to drag the girl's home; James was on the telephone, chattering away animatedly, it sounded to me like he had a job offer or at least a call back to an interview or second interview. When he finished the call he came out to the kitchen, "That was Matthew's mother again, she's apologised for the short notice but she has three days work if you're interested, problem is, it's an all weekend job on the south coast. She thinks that you might not be interested in doing it because of leaving me and the kids all weekend but there could be up to seven hundred and fifty quid in it if you can tear yourself away from the kids all weekend!"

Sandra had played a master stroke, hit James's vanity and greed in one phone call, there was no way I could get out of doing the job now, James would have carped on about the money for months if I missed an opportunity to earn that much, the equivalent of a months worth of unemployment and all the other benefits that we received because James was unemployed.

I finished up dinner while James talked on the phone to his mother, he came in with a smile on his face, "My mum will look after the kids for me, well the kids and me for the weekend, it turns out that it's just the perfect timing, my dad, the lucky bugger, has been asked by his boss to go with him to look over a boat he's thinking of buying, he wants my dad to check out the engines and other running gear for him!"

I just nodded my head, "Yes, perfect timing!" I phoned Sandra, Don answered, "No sorry A-J, she's out working tonight, but I think she has left something for you in case you called round!" "What?" "You have to come here and pick it up, or if you don't trust me, you can wait until Friday morning to see it, I assume that James will talk you into doing the weekend job with her!"

After the kids had eaten and I had bathed them all while James studied the daily papers and was even now keeping abreast of the breaking developments on the world stage via news twenty-four, then I put all three to bed and read them a story each, I decided to go and see if Sandra was back from work or at least see what she had left for me.

James barely registered that I told him I was going out to Sandra's house, it was nine o'clock and way past dusk, all James said was, "Who's Sandra?" "Matthew's mum!" "Oh great, you going to talk to her about Friday?" I was already out of the door, I was far too honest, a direct question had to be answered truthfully, no questions asked, no truth given, I ducked out before I told him that Sandra was probably out and that her husband, Don, probably just wanted to get me on my own at his house to blackmail me into sex.

There's a funny thing about sex, you can go all your life with no sex at all and be happy, you can have a really crap sex life and be really happy, so long as no one ever shows you what really good sex is like, after that, you will never be satisfied with crap sex or no sex at all, you will always crave good or great sex after your first taste.

The walk to Sandra's house took just a few minutes, her car was gone, I envied her the fact that she had her own car; I didn't even have my own driving licence. I had a very strong feeling that Don would make his move and try to blackmail me into sex as Sandra wasn't home, I expected it and quite looked forward to it if I was being honest with myself, he had so much experience, he had 'Sandy', and she wouldn't have stayed with him if he was crap in bed, Sandra might, like Isabella, but I was sure that A-J wouldn't stay long with a crap lover and I was very sure that Sandy was more, just more of everything than A-J could ever become.

I was so sure of what was waiting for me at Sandra's house in fact that before I left home, I had taken a quick shower, done my hair and make-up, put on new red bikini panties and one of my new, sexy, bras, it was also red but didn't match my knickers.

I took a deep breath, walked up to the front door with a swish in my step that flicked the sides of my thin summer dress up dangerously high with each step, a Pony girl would have been whipping herself across each buttock with her Pony tail if she had one I thought to myself and smiled.

Ron invited me in, huge grin all across his face, he offered me a drink, then held his hand up to correct himself, "I remember, you don't drink because it makes you sleepy!" Don left the room and went into the kitchen, when he returned he had a long glass, plenty of ice and a thick slice of lemon in one hand and a very small package in the other.

"Take a good swallow A-J, you'll love it!" I sucked a mouthful up through the straw; it was so cold that it felt hot on the back of my throat; I had hardly got the liquid into my belly when Don was pushing the bottom of the glass up to my face, "Bigger swallow than that girl, you hardly tasted it that time!"

I took an even larger draw on the straws, filling my mouth so much that my cheeks looked like a hamster getting ready for winter; I swallowed it down as the first swallow finally hit my stomach, it felt like it was scalding hot down there and there was even more following it down.

"Unusual isn't it, so very cold on the journey down but once there, a fire in the pit of your stomach!" Don was smiling, not just with his mouth, but he seemed to be smiling with his whole body, "It's called a 'Russian salt mine', freezing cold on the way there then hot as hell once it starts working!"

"What's in it?" "One hundred percent Vodka, don't worry, James won't smell Vodka on your breath, not Vodka this pure, and it won't leave you with a hang over either!" "Vodka and what?" "Ice and lemon, just Vodka, ice and lemon!"

I looked at the glass; I had swallowed about a half of the glass full, maybe a quarter of a pint and mostly Vodka. "I'll just fall sleep on you in a few minutes!" "You won't, I've popped a couple of these babies in there!" he said, holding up a bottle of pills, "What are they?" "Don't know, but students use them if they need to stay up all night, problem is they have a very derogatory nick name on the streets, 'Female Viagra', just an unfortunate side effect for girls needing to stop up all night studying, they tend to stop up all night 'not studying' at all if you know what I mean?"

My head was buzzing; I looked in the bag he had given to me with the drink, the smallest triangle of flesh pink material I had ever seen with noodle thin pink straps and back, thong was far too big a word for it. Then the buzzing that had started in my head moved to my pussy, it started out as an annoyance but moved quickly on to a need.

"Why don't you try them on? See if they fit, give Sandy a day to so something about them before Friday!" It occurred to me that Don had changed tack, Sandy had warned me that he would blackmail me into sex, and to do it if I wanted too or tell him to piss off if I didn't, but she hadn't warned me that he might try Chemical warfare to get into my knickers!

I actually wanted him to fuck me but because he had tried this on me I was really pissed at him, so pissed, and at the same time, pissed at him that I decided to bite my nose off to spite my face and go home, "I stood up, "I'll try them on when I get home and let her know in the morning if they don't fit!" I actually understood the item of clothing well, the whole point is that they wouldn't fit anyone over the age of six, "Any top to go with this?" Don just shook his head looking miserable and very frustrated, but not as frustrated as I felt!

I was back home by nine forty, James was busily watching TV, in exactly the same position as he was when I went out. I punched his shoulder playfully, "Hey you, want an early night?" James seemed to calculate the date in his head, not Christmas, it was late summer, both of our birthdays and our anniversary had passed us by without the usual, pathetic, fumble of a fuck but James wasn't a man to do things at the wrong time or the wrong place.

"Early night love, erm, why?" "I just fancy an early night that's all!" Early night as everyone knows is married folk's code for fuck, I was hoping that James was on my wavelength or the fucking drugs that Don had given me earlier might just drive me mad.

There was a military procedure for bedtime, James's mother and father had the same routine, I was sure that was where it came from, ever since James and I married, including the first night of our honeymoon, I was sent up to bed first, I used the toilet to do whatever was needed and when I flushed the toilet, James would come up and into the bathroom.

I would move on to the bedroom, passing James on the landing, then in the bedroom I would undress, put all of my clothes in the washing basket, then put on clean knickers, bra and neck to toe nighty turn the lights off and hop into bed. James would use the bathroom while I was getting ready for bed; his clean under pants, vest and pyjamas would be in the airing cupboard, he would change in the bathroom and turn the landing light off before he opened the bedroom door so that we never actually saw each other at night, dressed for bed. We seldom saw each other in the morning either, I was usually up before six o'clock in the morning because young children can't tell time, James hardly ever left the bed before eight, unless he had an early meeting.

I altered the routine this time; first I took all of James's pants, vests and pyjamas out of the bathroom and hid them in the spare bedroom, then I flushed the toilet and went into the bedroom, I stripped naked and got into bed, I heard the, "Isabella, where are my clothes?" "In the wash!" "What, all of them?" "Yes, stop shouting and come to bed!"

James came to the door and knocked it, "I don't have anything to wear in bed dear!" "Well then, come to bed naked!" "What?" "It won't kill you to come to bed naked once!" There were a few minutes delay, I had left his dressing gown in the bathroom so that he could get undressed in the bathroom still and come to the bedroom relatively decently dressed

The door opened and a hand slipped through the three or four inch opening between door and frame, the hand turned the light off, I heard James run across the room and almost leap into bed, just in case I had developed night vision in the few minutes since he last saw me.

James kissed me on the cheek, said, "Good night!" And turned his back on me, I turned to face him and kissed his back, then I moved closer to him and pressed my body against his as I kissed his neck, "My god, you're naked, why?" "My nighties are all in the wash too!"

I was rubbing my abdomen against James's bum, then I reached my hand over his side and started to stroke his chest, rubbing my fingers around in circles around his tiny nipples., then my hand travelled down over his slightly paunchy belly, James's hand shot down to stop me going any further down but I shook him off.

As my fingers curled around his cock he said, with a shaky voice, "My god woman, what are you thinking of?" "I'm thinking that if I can get you interested, I might have a little fun with you!" James was trying to prevent his cock getting hard but it took only seconds to make his, very average, cock to wake up. I pulled James on to his back as soon as I got his little soldier to attention.

I lifted my leg and straddled James's hips, he started to say something but as I lifted his cock and sat down on it his protestations turned into just a string of spluttering. I realised that it had been a big shock for James, it was the first time in eight years that I had made the first move and now I was on top of him for the first time.

I was so fucking horny I couldn't believe that it was possible to be so abandoned and because of the position I was in and the feelings it was giving me, added to the infuriating itch between my legs but I was almost instantly climbing to a climax.

I would guess that I was about half way to my orgasm when I heard James's breathing change, "Don't cum yet!" I almost begged but James being James, he fired off just before I reached my climax. Being turned on to the point that you would do anything to have a climax is one thing, in one way bad but at the same time good as well but nothing can feel worse than being so turned on that you would fuck a dog in the street, getting close to your goal and then the cock deflates.

I wouldn't say that I had ever been angry with James before, not as angry as I got when he slipped out of me after I got so close, and leaving his teaspoon full of cum inside of me. I had washed teacups full of cum out of me a few nights earlier, especially when the men doubled up on me, how could one man make a mountain of cum and another generate just a teaspoon?

I was so mad with James and frustrated, that I stormed out of the bedroom, still naked; I found a thin summer dress in the washing basket and slipped it on, no bra or knickers, all I really wanted to do was storm out of the house, slam the front door behind me to show James just how much he had upset me.

I didn't pick up my handbag; I wasn't planning to be gone for long, and I didn't need keys as we lived in a small village and we never locked the doors unless we were going to be away all day, and I didn't need money as the only place in the village that was open at that time of night was the pub, and I wasn't about to go in our local pub dressed the way I was.

I walked until I reached the last street light before the unlit road leading to the next village, that took just about seven minutes, I turned and walked back, five minutes later I was standing at the end of the road leading to home, I was still too angry to go home but mostly I was still shaking with frustration, I carried on for another ten minutes, that was again the last street light in the village, this time the unlit road was slightly wider and led to the main Bedford to Milton Keynes road, that was it, the entire length of my village and I could walk it in around fifteen minutes.

I didn't want to walk along the unlit road, and knew that if I went home I might just do something I might regret to my useless husband. It had taken almost twenty minutes of walking for the trickle of sperm that James had placed in me begrudgingly to reach my shoes but it had actually stopped leaking out of me at the top of the stream, I looked down, 'Mmmm, that's what a teaspoon of spunk looks like' I thought to myself.

When I looked up there was a car across the road, the driver had stopped and wound down his window, "The last bus has gone you know!" It took me a while to realise that he thought that I was waiting for the bus to Bedford, for no apparent reason I said, "Damn!" "I live in Bedford, I'd be happy to give you a lift!" I was so mad at James that I decided to get in the car and to hell with the risks!"

As I got in the car the driver turned the interior light on so that even after I had closed the door the inside of the car was still well lit, as he drove to Bedford he kept looking over at me, spending as long as he dared to, trying to see more of me than the dress should reveal.

The dress was very thin, white background with a few Rose heads splashed all over it, I guessed that if I still had any hair between my legs it would have probably shown up under his stare.

In Bedford the car pulled into a large car park behind a block of flats, the driver turned to me and said, "Well, how about a little kiss and cuddle as payment for the lift?" I leaned forward to kiss him as a thank you, his right hand shot over my breast and squeezed roughly through the thin material, "Come up to my apartment for a bit!" I smiled at him, then I looked all around the car park but saw no one.

"Push your seat back!" I should have told him to turn the light off but it didn't occur to me. I told him to open his trousers, he eagerly wrestled his little soldier out of his trousers and I bent forward and took it in my mouth, I gave him the best blow-job I could considering that it was only the fourth time a man's cock had been in my mouth.

The first time I had sucked a man off I had thought the taste was absolutely the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted in my life, the second man was a little more bearable and by the third man, I realised that each man tasted slightly different and then I really enjoyed the fourth man's cum in my mouth. This man, as soon as I got the first shock of pre-cum I took off, I went mad sucking, licking and rubbing with all my might, and then there was the pay off, delicious cum juice filling my mouth, and a huge quantity of it too, I swallowed it all greedily.

I extricated myself as soon as he had finished bucking his hips up into my mouth, headed for the path out of the car park before the driver came to his senses and dressed himself properly. As I reached the start of the path I saw a sudden red light flare up as a man, standing in the bushes, drew a lung full of air through his cigarette.

"Hi honey, how much did you charge him for that?" "What?" "That rather 'professional' looking gobble you just gave him!" I thought for a second, if I had taken a taxi at that time of night from my house to Bedford it would have cost about fifteen pounds, "Fifteen quid for hand and twenty-five for oral!"

I suddenly worried, if he had been a policeman I would have been in deep shit, the local paper had been full of articles about the police clampdown on street prostitution and curb-crawling. "I'll give you fifteen quid for hand!" "Where?" "Here, no one can see us in here!"

I stepped into the bush with him and opened his stable doors, then as I gently fondled his cock and held out my hand for the fifteen pounds, then as he was counting out his money he changed his mind and counted out twenty-five. And I took the money and went down on my knees in the dirt.

I gave him the best twenty-five pounds worth of entertainment he'd ever had in his life, I took him to the edge, as soon as I tasted the salty pre-cum I eased off and stood up, as I gently fondled his balls I pulled the shoulder strap of my dress off of my shoulders and allowed my dress to fall to the floor. "Bloody hell!" he said as he saw my naked body in the faint orange glow of the car park lights, his hands explored every inch of my body before he slipped his fingers between my legs.

I rode his hand for a few minutes, being finger fucked was wonderful but no substitute for a real fuck, then he said, "How much extra to let me fuck you?" I shook my head," "No condoms sorry!" I got as much satisfaction as I could from his fingers and then went down again and blew his mind totally as I used my mouth to vacuum his spunk from his balls, then I stood up and walked off, still naked, and as I walked I pulled my dress over my head, the guy was trying to hop and skip after me with his trousers around his knees.

The edge had been taken off of my frustrations for now but I knew that until that damned drug that Sandra's husband had slipped me wore off I would need to be fucked and not just teased with fingers, my own or someone else's.

The path from the car park led out to the High Street, the chemist who was rostered to be the late night dispenser was just across the high street, I at least had twenty-five pounds in my pocket and so I had the money to buy some condoms, as I waited to cross the road a car drove past slowly.

The car stood out in my mind as it was exactly the same make, model and year as the car that the company that James worked for repossessed less than a year earlier, there were two middle aged men in the front of the car which also stood out as the car was usually driven by much younger men.

The car slowed down and then its brake lights went on, the brake lights stopped me in my tracks, I was about to cross the road to buy some condoms but now I waited. I had seen James's brake lights hundreds of times and these had definitely been modified, the car spun round using a bus stop for its extra width, then it drove back towards me.

There was something wrong with the front grill of the car, again a modification that looked out of place, then it crawled very slowly towards me I noticed the wheels, I had read the specifications for the car when James was choosing his car the previous year, the wheels were all aluminium, there was a choice of patterns for the 'spokes' and a choice of low profile tyres or lower profile tyres but no option for pressed steel wheels, this car had steel wheels and there wasn't even the naff plastic trims on them.

The car screamed trouble, either police or criminals, the passenger wound down the window, "Hello love, looking for business?" I looked him in the eye and replied, "Sorry, what did you say?" "Business, you looking for trade?" "I think you'd better leave me alone before I call for the police!" I started to walk away when the car reversed so that the passenger was by my side again, "Don't panic love!" he said, then he showed me his warrant card, we are the police, can you tell us your name and address please.

I told him my name and address and heard the driver talking on the radio, doing a check on me, I was asked if I had any identification on me, I held up my arms, "No handbag, only one pocket", I took the twenty-five pounds out of my pocket, "enough money for a taxi home when I've calmed down enough!"

I heard the voice on the radio saying that there was nothing outstanding on me, "Come here, I want to talk to you!" I was being told to bend down so that the copper could see me properly, as I bent forward I remembered the summer dress and its low front so as I bent forward I held the top to stop showing more than I should in the street.

I had to explain why I was walking the streets of Bedford at that time of night, with no handbag, ID or even keys, I went through part of the story, I didn't mention Don, just my frustration at my husband and that I had stormed off to make a point, make him worried, and think about how he was treating me.

The copper seemed to accept my story and I had proven that I didn't have the tools of the trade of a prostitute, no condoms in my pocket, "You want to come with us for a coffee?" "At this time of night?" "We know all the places that are open late where a working man can get a drink at any time of the day or night. Get in the back of the car!"

I was driven to a back street on the outskirts of Bedford, what looked like a run down and disused factory unit, the door was knocked and a small window opened in the door, "Ah, DC. Benson and DS. Walker, such a pleasure to see you again, and a guest too!" The door was opened and we all walked in.

DC Benson was Frank and DS Walker was Kevin, Kevin had been the passenger in the car. We went to a table in a darkened corner, "What do you want to drink?" "Coffee, white with two please!" "Not coffee, a proper drink!" "If I have alcohol I'll just fall asleep!" Kevin disappeared and while he was gone Frank and I talked about my little problems at home with James, "You know that the police are servants of the public, if you'd like we could help you out with your little frustration problem!"

I'd have preferred him to offer to beat a little co-operation into James but as I was still buzzing from Don's drugs and I needed to be fucked by someone, I guessed that being fucked by the police would at least help me out in any future problems I might have with the police, having a DC who was a 'friend' was like a get out of jail free card in Monopoly.

"I'd be happy to play if you got a condom!" I could have offered to give him a hand-job or a blow-job but then I would have been looking for a fuck all over again after. When Kevin returned with two beers and a coffee Frank slipped out from behind the table and disappeared into the toilets, when he returned he put a pack of three condoms on the table and told me to join him on the bench seat behind the table.

Frank slipped his hand up my dress and found the lack of knickers, he looked at me with a questioning look, "I told you that I stormed out, I grabbed the dress, didn't have the time to sort through my drawers for a matching bra and panty set, I was mad and not really thinking straight!"

Frank opened his trousers and pulled them down to his knees, I had to roll the condom down his cock, then he lifted me up and pulled me onto his knee, I was so, so, I think the word would be grateful, when his cock ploughed its way into my cunt. I did all the work, my eyes were closed, I really didn't want to see who was around watching, obviously I knew that Kevin was watching but the place was an underground drinking and gambling den, it wasn't full by any means but men were wandering about.

The lights in our area went down a little and then a little more, I looked over my shoulder towards the bar, the man who had greeted us at the door was working switches, turning off lights around our already dark corner, eventually the light on the wall above our table went out and we were in almost total darkness, then Frank lifted the hem of my dress and pulled it off over my head and I was totally naked in a public bar.

Suddenly Frank started to buck his hips up against my body, as I went down he raised up to meet me, our bodies crashing together sounded like someone clapping. Frank started to grunt and gasp and then he stopped, I continued to ride him as I wasn't quite as high up the climactic scale as I needed to be before I could relax and go home to sleep. Frank's cock eventually shrunk and fell out of me, leaving its skin behind, Frank lifted me up and fumbled around inside my pussy to find the rubber, I was humping myself off against his hand until he found the condom.

"Kevin, you have to come over this side, she's still revving her engine and needs some more cock!" Frank pulled his trousers up and slipped out from under me and Kevin took his place, he didn't open his clothing as much as Frank but he did more fucking and lasted a little longer, he took me, thankfully, high enough along my climactic trail to blunt the buzzing in my head and clitoris, at least I would be able to go home and get to sleep, even if I didn't go back to bed with James.

I hadn't noticed that Frank had moved away and was sitting at the bar writing on a witness statement pad. Frank had invented a mugging where my handbag had been stolen by a black, West Indian looking man, he was doing it as a way of explaining away the missing time that they had been spending fucking me instead of doing their police work. When Kevin had finished, he took the condom and tied its neck, then he dropped it in the ashtray next to Franks full condom, then Kevin dragged me to the bar, I was pulling my dress on as I skipped along behind him.

"You have home insurance?" "Yes, for a few more weeks, we paid annually when James was working but we won't be able to afford that anymore!" "That's OK then, we get an excuse and you get to claim off of your insurance!"

I was taken to the local police station, Frank got me a crime number while Kevin photocopied the witness statement that Frank had written for me, then I signed the station copy and it was put on file, "Remember, you have to claim for everything on that statement so that the claim matched the statement!"

I was driven home, Frank and Kevin came in with me, I was worried that James would wake up but not very worried, I didn't really give a damn if he walked in on me making coffee for two policemen. I made the coffee, we sat in the living room and while we were drinking the coffee, Frank held up the third condom from the box, "I think we should draw straws to see who uses this; Kevin told Frank that as he had brought the condoms he should use the last one.

I was stripped again, pulled onto the sofa and my head was put so that it was hanging over the arm of the sofa, while Frank was fucking me hard and fast Kevin moved over my head and slid his cock into my mouth, then he started to fuck my throat as hard as Frank was fucking me between my legs.

If I were in any doubt that Don's drugs had worn off totally, that double penetration session allayed my fears. And as for James coming down and catching us fucking, he didn't but Amy did, and the little madam didn't let us know that she was there; she just stood in the doorway watching her mother taking two men at once until they were just about to shoot their loads, then she cleared her throat causing both men to pull out of me but unfortunately a man on a journey takes longer to stop than an oil tanker, as Amy stood there watching I got one load all over my face and the other all over my bottom, then Frank had to go fishing again for the condom that had again slipped off of his cock.

I pulled my dress on quickly and took the guys to the front door, both looked over my shoulder to make sure that Amy was still in the living room before they kissed me good bye, as a parting comment, Frank said, "If you're lonely any night and you're up on your own, leave the porch light on and the front door open, we often pass by this village on nights!"

When I went back into the living room Amy was standing there with her hands on her hips, "Mummy, you were being very naughty with them two men weren't you?" I just looked shame-faced, down at the floor, "Are you supposed to let a boy put his winkey in your mouth?" Again I didn't answer, I was trying to work out how to say that it was OK if the man was your husband and he wanted to do it but she had just caught me with a stranger's cock in my mouth. "There's this boy in my class, I like him and he likes me, he wants to put his winkey in my tiggey but everybody says that is wrong until you are married, can I let him put his winkey in my mouth before we are married?" The look on her face was almost, 'Just you dare to say no and I'll go up and tell daddy what you were doing!'

I felt that I was being blackmailed by my six year old daughter, but what could I do, "Who is the boy that wants to put his winkey into you?" I didn't really need to ask from the little I knew of our village there was only one boy in Amy's class that would have been forward enough to proposition sex from a girl openly but she said his name anyway, "Matthew McCubins!"

The father was trying to fuck me and the son, trying to fuck my daughter, small world isn't it?

Thursday was uneventful, apart from Amy taking every opportunity to remind me of what she had seen the previous evening, and when she went to bed she turned the porch light on, just to let me know that she had heard Frank's parting comment.

When I was about to sit down James asked if there were clean night clothes in the bathroom, I nodded my head, "And you have your clean night dress?" "No, I've decided not to wear one ever again!" James did a little 'harrumphing', then I had a thought, "Where exactly is your father going tomorrow?" "I think he's going to Chichester!" I breathed a sigh of relief, Sandy and I would be in Brighton, close to Chichester but there was a good safety margin, distance wise, thirty-five miles apart.

Sandra picked me up at eight o'clock on Friday morning, as we drove along she got a call on her mobile phone, it was on hands free so she could take the call even though she was driving rapidly along the motorway, "Change of destination Sandra, one of the customers insisted on an engineer's report so the boat was moved, at the moment it's on the far side of the Isle of Wight having its engines put through their paces, I've arranged for you and your partner to be picked up in Southampton."

It took a while to find somewhere to leave the car for the weekend, then carrying our overnight bags we had to go to the port offices and show our passports and have our bags checked, then we were picked up by an Eastern European looking man in a speedboat. We were taken out into Southampton water where a huge cabin cruiser raced up to us and picked us and the speedboat up.

Sandra and I were taken to a small wardrobe that would be our cabin for two nights, Sandra took thirty minutes to morph herself into Sandy and me into A-J, we had put on the tiny pink scrap of material that was our bikini bottoms and Sandy decided that for our first meeting with the customers we would wear T-shirts to leave a little to the imagination and there was always the chance that one of the men could be like James who would have probably jumped overboard at the sight of two women almost naked coming at him.

Ivan, the guy selling the boat introduced us to six men in the main salon, I breathed a sigh of relief that James's father wasn't among the six men, then the bad news, there was another man but he was looking the engines over, I pulled Sandy to one side, "That could still be James's father, he was looking over the mechanicals of a boat for his employer!" Sandy smiled, "I'm just popping down to meet the extra man in the engine room!"

When Sandy came back she had a broad grin on her face, "It is James's father, but he's just like all other men, he made a grab at me, I'll look after him later, unless he wants you instead!" Then she gave me a very exaggerated wink.

The cruiser was heading to Guernsey, not travelling at anywhere near its maximum speed, I watched Sandy and the guy who had arranged for us to be there chatting in a corner of the main salon, then she took me down to our cabin, "He wants us to do an hour's sunbathing on the sun deck, then serve snacks and drinks in the main salon at around twelve thirty, oh and he is going to suggest to the man who he thinks is most likely to buy the boat that we may like a hand putting on some tanning oil!" "What about James's father?" "You don't think that James's father is likely to be the one who he picks do you?" "No but he could see!"

We went back up and Sandy had another short chat with the owner, "OK, he's not happy but we can sunbathe on the deck above the salon for the first hour, it will be a little windier and the men won't all be able to see us, only people in the wheel house, but he'll take the best prospect up there and make the oil offer to him!"

We settled down to sunbathing, the boat's captain had taken over the wheel so that he was the only person in the wheel house, then we pulled off our T-shirts and settled down to a little topless sunbathing. It didn't take long before we were joined by a balding, fifty plus guy in swimming shorts, he spent thirty minutes oiling our backs and fronts, I noticed that the owner of the boat was in the wheelhouse and from time to time another one of the rich men would make it three voyeurs watching the lucky man.

When the hour was up, Sandy and I pulled our T-shirts on again and returned to the salon and started to serve drinks and snacks to the men, the boat was just about to enter the calmer waters off of the island of Guernsey, as the boat slowed down that's when Ron appeared, I spotted him and tried to keep as many of the other men between Ron and me but I knew that was futile, there were two more days that we would be stuck together on the boat and although the boat was huge we would eventually bump into each other.

No one had mentioned that the oil that had been rubbed liberally into my breasts by the prospective buyer had turned my T-shirt almost transparent, as Sandy's tits were smaller she only got a cursory rub of oil, but my tits being so much larger and my nipples being so much larger and more responsive, I got a lot of attention.

I was being asked for a drink that wasn't on my tray, the guy had to explain how to make the drink, then I turned and bumped straight into Ron, he looked surprised and very happy to see me, "James said that you had a little modelling job, I never thought it was this kind of modelling though", Ron was staring at my breasts, the T-shirt might as well have not been there, "Funny though, I was under the impression that you girls were going to be hookers to try and fuck the sale through!"

I felt my face flush with blood as I blushed at being called a hooker but was rescued by Sandy, she dragged me off to the sundeck and we got down to a little topless sunbathing in front of the salon window, we were there for four hours as the boat slowly cruised just off the coast of Guernsey, I looked at the salon window several times and each time Ron was there looking at me, not us, just me!

The plan was for Sandy and me to escort all the men to dinner, then we would be pointed in the direction of two men who were thought to be the most likely candidates to buy the boat, it would be our job to take the two men off to a casino or nightclub, then, either to a hotel for sex or back to the boat for sex, that was the plan at any rate.

While I was in the shower Ron visited Sandy, he was determined to be my partner for the night, Sandy explained the 'sub-plot' for the evening, that she and I would be sent off with two men that Ivan thought were the best bet to buy the boat, the only way to guarantee having my attention for the night Ron would have to talk his employer into making an offer on the boat before we went out to dinner.

I was kept in the dark about Sandy's conversation with Ron, I had thought that Ron was watching me like a hawk because he didn't like what I was doing behind his son's back, not because he wanted to fuck me and keep me to himself.

Sandy had two identical sheath dresses, they were ostensibly 'one size fits all' but as Sandy was more petite than me, in all areas, the dresses looked totally different on us, my dress was far tighter across the bust and arse than Sandy's so wearing underwear was out of the question for me as every stitch of a bra or panties would show through the tight Lycra of the dress, also, because the dress was stretched tightly across those parts of my body it was far shorter than Sandy's dress,, and because I couldn't wear undies, neither did Sandy, but she did find two pairs of hold ups that made my legs look great.

The meal went off without any incident but with heaps of compliments from all the guys, including Ron, I was so turned on by all the compliments that by the end of the evening there was quite a wet patch on my seat from my internal excitement and anticipation.

All night long Ivan was cosy with two men, it was starting to look like they were going to be classed by Ivan as the best prospects to buy his boat, I noticed Sandy talking to Ron quite a lot too which wasn't exactly pleasing Ivan as Ron wasn't even in the running to buy the boat, just a mechanic brought along for the trip to give the engines the once over.

There was a sudden change though when Ron pushed his boss to stop fucking about, the whispered conversations weren't as discrete as they should have been and suddenly Ron's boss was promoted to prime candidate and Ivan was all over him, as we walked towards the hotel I could hear Ron and his boss squabbling, I was slightly younger than Sandy, I had far larger breasts and apparently I was just Ron's boss's cup of tea but Ron told him bluntly that I was going to be his, "Well, let's leave it up to the girls to choose who they want to spend the night with!" "It's my money that's buying them, why shouldn't I choose which one I'm having?" Sandy pulled me away, "Ron is going to fuck this up for us, Ivan puts a lot of work my way, if your father in law won't let go of this it could cause unhappiness and a man paying around five million for his latest toy needs to be happy!"

When we got to the rooms and we were asked to choose, Sandy said, "Why choose one or the other, why don't we just go in together and take turns?" Both men reluctantly agreed to the compromise and once in the room Sandy sat both men down while I poured drinks for everyone, then Sandy and I put on a show for them, a long, long show, Sandy wasn't kidding when she had told me at the poker evening that there was a lot that she wanted to do to me, and there in that hotel room she did it all, then she whispered to me to go and give Ron's boss a blow job, I was totally naked and Ron's boss was obviously a tit man because he watched my breasts intently until they were hidden by my head as it bobbed up and down in his lap, and then he started to fondle my tits while I did my best to blow his mind with my oral skills.

Sandy invited Ron to step in behind me and while Ron fucked me from behind Sandy took several pictures with a Polaroid camera as mementoes for the men to take away with them, then we settled down to a four in the bed sex session, I lost count of the number of times that Ron fucked me but his boss only had enough life-force in him to do me twice and Sandy once, Ron didn't fuck Sandy at all, all he wanted was to be 'bollock deep' in my body all night long.

In the morning Sandy looked fresh and wide awake, she had, after all, had an easy night of it, Ron looked surprisingly fresh too considering he had as little sleep as I had during the night, his boss looked dead but happy, Ivan looked happy too when we arrived back at the boat, all the other men looked suitably pissed off that they hadn't been pleasured as much as they had expected to be and during the crossing back to Southampton Sandy took on all comers in a marathon fuck fest on the high seas while I let Ron fuck me two more times, he made it clear that he expected to carry on using my body whenever James was away from home, he held up the photograph of me on my hands and knees with one cock in my mouth and another fucking me from behind, Sandy had, of course taken the picture so that the men's faces were not on display, "You wouldn't like James to see this would you?" I agreed that Ron would be welcome whenever I was home alone.

Ron had a few memento pictures from that night, one didn't show my face but I was sucking Ron's cock and Sandy's head was buried between my legs, Ron sent it to James on an email and James popped it on his PC as a wallpaper, any other man would have recognised his wife's body even when her face was obscured by a man's balls but of course, James had never actually seen me in the nude before and by sending him the picture, Ron had guaranteed that James's and my relationship would remain an 'in the dark' kind of thing.

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