There was a stranger in the village, that wasn't unusual, we got ten or twelve strangers in our village every year but usually a stranger would be accompanied by a villager who would usually show a visitor around the village, introduce them to the pub landlord, to the shop keeper and to the priest at the church. This stranger was unaccompanied, I followed the message carefully in my head, a black man was in the village; that was enough to raise suspicions of the people that had seen him.

My telephone rang, the sound of the bell made me jump because I was concentrating so hard on the drums.

"Hello, six...two..."

"Vicky..."

"Oh, hi Colin, what can I do for you?"

"There's a man in the village shop..."

"I've just been listening to the drums...a black man in the shop."

"But that's not why I'm calling you. I'm calling because he's asking if anyone knows Victoria Porter!"

I gasped...that was a name that I hadn't heard in almost twenty years, ever since I married Johnny Clarke.

"Why is he looking for me?"

"I didn't ask...I just said that I thought that the Porters lived in the next village, suggested that he call in the church over there but he said that he'd started out there and they suggested that he widened his search to the other villages in the area."

I thanked Colin for calling me and I changed my wellingtons for trainers, washed my hands and dried them. I left the house and walked to the village shop to buy a pint of milk...buy milk that I didn't really need, milk that my father in law had actually produced and sold to the shop in the first place but I was curious as to why a black man wanted to find me.

I saw him, he was talking to Elizabeth Walker, the chairwoman of the church flower committee, Elizabeth did the flowers at my wedding so she knew my maiden name but I saw her shaking her head and she was directing the man toward the road leaving the village, her hand movements were directing the man to the next village. He turned and I saw his face, he had an immature goatee beard, and fluffy stubble on the rest of his face, he was young, hardly a man, he looked more like seventeen or eighteen years old, he had dreadlocks that were about ten inches long that flopped over his eyes, suddenly he pulled the dreadlocks to one side.

He was looking at me now, his eyes widened, he thanked the woman and headed in my direction. I entered the shop, Mr Roberts welcomed me and nodded towards the road, "There's a black man looking for you Mrs Clarke, I didn't tell him anything...look out, he's coming over here again."

I thanked Mr Roberts and left the shop without buying anything, in the street I was about ten feet from the man, "Victoria...I'd know you anywhere!"

I stopped in my tracks, "I'm sorry...do I know you?"

I knew that I didn't know him, I didn't know any black men and certainly not one with a goatee beard and dreadlocks.

"No...you don't know me...but you know my father."

I was about to say that I didn't know any black men but I realised, he wasn't Asian, he was a mixed race, half Afro-Caribbean and half white so I stopped myself, "Who is your father?"

"Was...unfortunately rather than is...my father shared your face and colouring, he was your brother...Simon."

"Victoria...Victoria...are you okay?"

Mr Roberts was kneeling at my side, he had a vile of smelling salts under my nose and I had a bump on my head.

"I saw you go down like a sack of spuds, what happened?"

I started to come to my senses, I was mumbling, "My brother...my brother Simon!" over and over again.

"You don't have a brother do you Mrs Clarke?"

"I did, Simon ran away from home when I was twelve years old, he was only sixteen and I never saw or heard of him again after that."

The black man knelt at my other side, "Of course...I never realised that you might be married, that you might not be Victoria Porter any more...all my father ever told me was that he had a little sister, in my mind you were still the young girl in the photograph that my father kept in his wallet all the time...no wonder no one in the area knew you."

I was sitting up now, the bump on my head was forming a trickle of blood down my cheek now that I was upright, Mr Robinson was fussing around me with his first aid box, he was trying to clean the gravel out of my wound and stop the blood reaching my T-shirt. I looked at the young man, there was a look of concern on his face.

I managed to clear the fog from my mind, "Why are you here...what do you want?"

"I was at my father's side Aunty Victoria...at his side when he died. He wrote you a letter and he made me promise to come to England and give his letter to you, he wanted me to put his words in your hand and tell you that he regretted having to leave you behind when he left."

In my kitchen, My Nephew Simon, named after his father, insisted that I sat down while he made me a cup of tea. He looked around my kitchen, he gestured to a cupboard. "Did you design this kitchen aunty?"

I nodded my head but had to stop quickly as the bump on my head was now making its presence known loud and clear. He smiled at me, "My kitchen at home is laid out in exactly the same way, my father made his living on Saint Martin fitting kitchens and building furniture...he kept the tea in this cupboard."

He opened the door to the cupboard and looked over his shoulder and grinned at me, "Everything in here is exactly the same as at home, same stuff, just different brands."

I sipped at my tea and he handed me a letter from my brother to me. I caught the acrid smell of body odour from Simon and he stepped back, "I'm sorry, I must smell like a skunk, I only had enough money for my flight from Saint Martin, I've been sleeping rough and walking everywhere to try and find you."

I was about to open the letter but stopped, "How long have you been here...how long have you been sleeping rough?"

"Only two weeks."

"You found me in just two weeks, that's impressive!"

"Not really, I had a good starting point, I found my grandparents..." a shiver ran through my body at the mention of my parents, "...I didn't tell them who I was or that my father had passed away...I'm sorry by the way for the way I dropped that news on you...I guess that I've had so long to get used to it, we had two years warning that his cancer was terminal."

"Two years!"

"My father would have come to England to find you himself but he needed constant medical attention and wouldn't have survived a long flight. He asked several cruise companies if he could book passage with them to England but he couldn't get insurance."

"You need a shower!"

"Yes, I don't think they'll be happy to allow me back on the aircraft smelling like this."

"When are you going back home?"

"I'll ring American Airlines to find their next flight home, I have no reason to stay in England now that I've found you, delivered my father's letter and told you about his passing."

"What about clothes, where are your clothes?"

"I have a backpack and a plastic sheet, I always leave my things hidden in a tree or bush outside of town, makes me look a little less like a hobo, stops the locals calling the police...well, usually it stops the locals calling the police but not always."

"Do you have any clean clothes left after two weeks?"

Simon shook his head, "Everything is as dirty as I am."

"Right, we'll go and rescue your stuff, I'll start washing your stuff while you take a shower."

"What about my father's letter?"

"I'll read that while you're getting cleaned up."

As we walked from my house to the spinney where Simon had hidden his belongings we talked about Simon's mother and his life in the Caribbean. I was surprised to find out that he was actually twenty and not seventeen as he looked, his mother was from Dominican Republic, a Spanish speaker with almost no English at all. It seemed strange to me to find out that my older brother, four years older almost to the day, spoke Spanish most of the time but because of the Island he'd been living on for over thirty years was half French and half Dutch, he was also fluent in both of those languages as well.

My nephew had been taught to speak English by my brother because the island got huge numbers of tourists from America and tourism was the predominant product of the island.

As we approached the spot where Simon had left his bag there were four local men, farm labourers gathered in a huddle, two of them had pitchforks and they looked menacing. Simon didn't look too bothered by his reception committee, "At least they don't have shotguns like my grandparents last week when they chased me off of their land!"

I stepped in front of Simon, "Problem lads?"

"Hi Mrs Clarke, we found a bag on our land left by a trespasser, he damaged the fence so we came over to see him off before he caused any more damage."

I looked at the fence, it had sagged a little where Simon had put pressure on it as he clambered over the previous evening.

"I'll get our farm foreman to send over a crew to replace this section of fence for you if it's irrevocably damaged!"

"No...no problem, we just need to tighten up the tensioner bolt at the end of the run, we just needed to check on how much damage had been done."

"Is it okay if my nephew goes over to get his stuff back then?"

"No need Mrs Clarke, we've got it in the back of the Land Rover, Don can give you guys a lift back home if you like."

"No...no need for that, I'm showing him around, I'll show him our wood, see if he wants to camp there tonight."

Simon hoisted his bag over his shoulder and he retrieved his plastic sheet from the back of the truck. We walked on a little further down the lane and took the next turning, as soon as we were out of sight of Don and his friends, Simon laughed, I can't work out if they really respected you or if they were actually frightened of you."

"A bit of both I guess, over the years I've fixed all of their computers, I know things about those men that even their wives wouldn't suspect...especially their wives should I say!"

We walked a little further, "My husband's family farm starts here and runs as far as the eye can see up that hill, the woodland that you can see is ours as well but we leave it open for anyone to walk in, never found anyone camping in it though."

We walked around the boundary of the Clarke family farm and back to my house, we entered through the boot room, the room that people with dirty clothes and muddy boots used, the washing machine and the tumble dryer were both in there and there was also a bathroom...well, a shower, toilet and hand basin so that people working in the garden could use the toilet or wash their hands without dirtying the rest of the house.

"Are you okay with me washing your clothes or would you rather wash them yourself?"

Simon laughed, "My mother's Spanish, she'd never allow a man to wash, clean or cook so I have no idea how the whole domestic thing works."

I tipped his bag onto the floor, dirty clothes spilled out as well as raw carrots and some fruits and berries, I was about to ask him how he'd survived in England without any money and no cooking skills for the past two weeks. I picked up one berry, "Have you eaten many of these?"

"No, I only found those last night, I was going to eat them this morning."

"Well, good thing that you didn't eat any last night when you found them, the fruit, it's a member of the Deadly Nightshade family, it might not have killed you but it would have made you very ill."

I was looking for his whites, he didn't have any, all of his clothes were dark...very dark. I guess he'd worked out that white clothes would have shown the dirt far quicker than the coloured ones.

"The shower is through there, everything you need is in there, even a bathrobe on the back of the door that you can use, just get undressed and throw out what you're wearing and I'll start the washing machine while you shower."

I dumped all of his clothes into the machine; suddenly the clothes he was wearing appeared at the side of my head. I assumed that Simon had undressed in the bathroom and put the dressing gown on before leaving the room but I was wrong. I turned towards him; he was naked, totally naked, skinny, coffee coloured and almost hairless. In my head I was shouting at myself to turn back to the washing machine but I was glued to the spot.

I started at his face, the fluff that needed shaving from his cheeks, the Spartan goatee on his chin, he offered me his clothes again, there was hardly any hair under his arms, his pectoral muscles were reasonably well defined, he had a 'Washboard' stomach and the hair surrounding his cock was as Spartan as the hair on his chin...'His Cock' resounded in my head, he was totally flaccid but also big. Flaccid, he was bigger than my husband.

Simon gave me a confused look as I rotated my view point from his meat and two veg to his face.

"Is there a problem Aunty Victoria?"

I had to force my voice to work as my mouth had suddenly become dryer than the Goby Desert, "I'm just not used to public nudity!"

"Really...I assumed that you'd be like my father...he was always naked at home and on the beach...wasn't it like that for you as you were growing up?"

"No...definitely not when I was younger and not now, my husband has issues with nudity at any time."

"Really...how do you know when your husband's ready for sex if you're always dressed?"

I was flabbergasted by the young man's ease while talking about sex.

"My mum and dad were always naked at home and whenever my father got excited my mother would look after his needs before he lost the urge."

"You mean she took him off to bed?"

"Not always, usually they just did it where they were."

My eyes were now fixed on the sleeping python, its one eye looking at my trainers. I managed to force my eyes to look at his face for a nano-second, he was grinning at me, grinning at my red face...at the sudden growth in my T-shirt, my nipples growing painfully and fighting with my bra as it tried to hold them in check.

My eyes were back on his cock in a flash, almost before I'd registered his smile and the way he was looking at me. I saw movement between his legs, his cock, although large already...started to inflate, started to lift its head. I managed to get some of my faculties back, even though I still couldn't take my eyes off of his cock.

"You should go and get your shower, my kids could be home soon, don't have the water too hot, when the washing machine starts to fill the cold water pressure will drop and the shower will suddenly get hotter."

His cock was now looking at my knees rather than my feet, he turned to walk to the shower room, he had a lovely slim waist and tight buttocks, he looked over his shoulder, "Any chance of a hand with this Aunty Vicky?"

He swivelled his hips slightly so that I could see that his cock had grown in strength and it was standing out from his body at around ninety degrees, he chuckled and passed through the bathroom door without closing it.

I finished loading his dirty clothes into the washing machine, put the soap in the drawer and turned it on. I heard the shower running, the bathroom door was still open, I should have headed back to my gardening, I still had two trenches of potatoes that needed mounding up but I couldn't resist going to the bathroom door to warn Simon that the water was about to get hotter.

I didn't say anything, I just stood there watching him through the glass shower screen door. Simon was washing his chest with one hand while he stroked his soapy cock with the other.

He must have realised that I was watching him, he looked over at me and grinned. He swished his hips, running his soapy cock under the falling water before turning back to face me, he opened the shower screen door, "Come on Aunty Vicky, give a guy a hand!"

I don't know what came over me but I was slowly slithering closer and closer to the open shower door. I stopped two feet short of Simon, he reached out of the water cascade and took my right hand, he pulled it over to his cock and he wrapped my fingers around his cock and started to use my hand to masturbate himself. I slowly took over from him myself, pumping my hand up and down his cock.

He let go of my hand and as I pumped his flesh his hand rubbed up over the outside of my clothes, he rubbed his fingertips over the front of my jeans, over my pubic mound and then up over the front of my T-shirt, stopping momentarily to pinch my engorged nipples before pressing on to the back of my neck. He pulled my face in closer to his, pulled my lips against his and we kissed. He forced his tongue into my mouth. My husband never kissed me like that. I soon settled into kissing him with his tongue in my mouth.

His hips started to thrust into my hand as I rubbed his cock. He was getting close to exploding and he pulled his mouth away from mine, he grinned at me again and then he applied a little downward pressure through the back of my neck. He dragged my lips down over his chest, down over his 'Six-pack'. He rubbed my chin against the top of his cock and my lips against the soft curls of his pubic hair. I realised what was on his mind...I knew the mechanics of oral sex, not something that would interest my husband; he was far too vanilla for that kind of sex.

Simon pulled my head away from his lower abdomen and he positioned my mouth against his cockhead. I willingly opened my mouth and took his cock in just as he exploded, over filling my mouth and spilling his seed down the front of my T-shirt as I swallowed as much of his spunk as I could.

The front door closed with a bang, my kids were home from school already and they would race each other to the kitchen to get first pickings of the snacks. I had to move fast, I jumped up from my knees and ran for the boot room, I slammed the bathroom door behind me and tried to straighten my clothes and hair. My kids were in the kitchen by the time I left the boot room and joined them in the kitchen. Sarah gave me a hug, "Nice chocolate crispy cakes mum...my favourite!"

"Yesterday coconut macaroons were your favourite."

"Your breath smells funny mum...smells like..."

I pulled away from her, "What does it smell like darling?"

Sarah thought for a moment, "Oh...nothing!"

Suddenly the boot room door opened and Simon walked into the kitchen closing the front of my husband's dressing gown.

"Oh girls...this is your cousin Simon, my brother's son all the way from Saint Martin in the Caribbean."

My kids fussed around their exotic cousin, they had close contact with twenty other cousins but my two were the same age as their other cousins or older, Simon was the first cousin that they'd met who was so much older than them.

I let my daughters fire off a million questions at Simon before I stopped them, "Right girls, off to the living room, get your homework done while I cook dinner."

Dawn looked disappointed, "I've got Spanish homework...I'm going to need help with it so I'll have to wait until you've finished cooking dinner before I'll be able to do it!"

I looked at Simon, "Well, perhaps Cousin Simon could help you, he's half Spanish and speaks Spanish most of the time at home."

Simon grinned and nodded his head.

The three of them wandered off into the living room while I started cooking dinner. Johnny came home about an hour later while I was about finishing cooking. He entered the house through the boot room, he'd been working over on his father's farm, he was accompanying the vet on his rounds. I opened the boot room door from the kitchen, the smell was very ripe.

"You smell a little 'Piggy' darling!"

"Yes, we ended up spending most of the day in the piggery, checking to see if the sows were all carrying, the vet ended up having to re-inseminate three of the sows because the first round had failed."

Johnny opened the bathroom door and spotted his dressing gown was missing.

"Have you washed my bath robe darling?"

"Gosh no, I forgot...my brother's son turned up out of the blue, he smelled worse than you do at the moment so I sent him in to have a shower while I washed all of his clothes. He doesn't have anything to wear so he's wearing your dressing gown while his clothes dry...I'll go and find you another bath robe."

Johnny showered and walked through the house in his second best dressing gown. Johnny offered Simon some of his old clothes to wear while his own clothes dried but Simon turned down the offer as he didn't like to wear other people's clothes. Dinner was noisier than usual and instead of the usual conversation about the girl's day at school or what Johnny had done at work...Simon was the main focus of all interest at the table. Everyone wanted to know about his father and how he got to be living in Saint Martin and married to Simon's mother.

I left everyone talking while I washed the dinner pots and eventually when I told the kids that it was time for bed there was quite a fight to get my daughters away from their cousin, both Sarah and Dawn had huge crushes on their much older cousin.

Once the girls were in bed I made coffee, Johnny had, as usual, retired to his study. Johnny had to do a little research into gothic building techniques; our local church had a small section of crumbling stonework inside that had been traced to a poor repair more than fifty years earlier when modern cement had been used rather than the traditional materials. The stonework surrounding the repair had 'Breathed' as it was intended to do but the modern cement had just kept its shape and that had caused friction at the border between the two materials. Johnny had taken on the job of removing the cement and replacing it with stone work from the original quarry that the stone for the church came from.

I took Johnny his coffee, I expected to find him reading his technical books at his desk but instead he was reading a biography from an eighteenth century explorer, it was a book about the part of Africa that Simon's mother's family had originated from, early black and white photographs of naked men and women standing for the camera like some kind of football team, I read over his shoulder, the explorer was explaining that the tribal chief had offered him his third favourite wife for the night as a mark of respect.

Johnny turned the page, another picture of naked women, this time; it was the chief's daughters lined up for the explorers inspection. I saw a paragraph again, 'As I had refused the offer of the chief's third favourite wife for the night, the next day I was offered my choice of his daughters, they were all of marriageable age and this time, instead of a single night of pleasure, I was offered the girl of my choice to take home to England with me as my wife!'

I left Johnny reading about Africa in the eighteenth century, usually the door to his study would be closed over but not latched fully closed because of the ancient door lock being difficult and stiff. This time, as I left the room I latched the door closed fully and returned to Simon in the living room.

Simon was standing, he was waiting for me almost sitting on the back of the sofa, he was holding the front of his borrowed dressing gown closed until I reached him and then he let go, the front opened a little allowing his erection to pop into view.

Simon grabbed me and pulled me against him, as our lips ground together he pulled my T-shirt out of my jeans, lifting it to get access to my ribs. He started exploring from my waist, up over my ribs until he reached the bottom strap of my bra. He lifted the front of my T-shirt higher, somehow he managed to turn the bottom hem over my shoulders so that my bra covered breasts were fully exposed to him.

He pulled his mouth from mine and leaned back a little, as he leaned back to look at me his cock head rubbed over my belly. "Your breasts look fantastic, much bigger than my mother's and a better shape as well."

He pulled the bottom strap of my bra away from my ribs and lifted it up so that my breasts fell out of their cups and popped into view. Simon smiled at me before he dipped his head down and he started to kiss and chew on my nipples. I was stroking the back of his neck and up to the back of his head, I was encouraging him to eat my tits even harder. Johnny had never shown any interest in my breasts, he didn't really have a massive interest in sex at all if I were to be honest with myself.

It was a massive thrill for me to be bare breasted in the living room, bare breasted and having Simon playing with my tits, looking at my body in the light, the first man to do that in my life.

I felt the waistband of my jeans suddenly relax; Simon had flipped the button at the top of my jeans while I was distracted by him biting on my nipples. Before I could reach, his hands were on my hips, he was pushing my jeans and knickers down. He'd reached my knees before I could stop him, "Take your jeans off!"

"I can't, Johnny could come out of his study at any moment."

There was a sudden flurry of activity; Simon rolled his body out from between me and the sofa. I was about to turn to follow him but he stopped me, he put his hand on the back of my neck, I put my hands out in front of me grabbing the back of the sofa to stop Simon pushing me even lower but I was bent over enough for his plan. I felt Simon easing my bum cheeks apart and suddenly felt the heat of his cock between my upper thighs, he bent his knees, they came into view, I looked down at them and he suddenly stood up. I hadn't thought it would be possible but seemingly without taking aim, Simon had reached his target from behind, entered me and driven his cock all the way up inside me.

Simon put so much effort into entering me that it knocked the wind out of my lungs and lifted my feet clear of the floor. I gasped in pain and fell forward so that my elbows were now holding my upper body away from the back of the sofa. I was just getting used to the fullness of such a large cock in me when it was all over. Simon had taken care of his own needs in just six or seven thrusts but he'd left me high and dry.

Simon was getting his breath back, his cock still jerking in my body as he finished spurting his seed into me when there was a loud clunk from the direction of Johnny's study. Simon just had to step away from me and his borrowed dressing gown fell closed, covering his glistening cock. I had to pull my jeans up and my T-shirt down. I'd missed my knickers in my rush and they were rolled up like an unused hammock around my upper thighs and my bra was still above my breasts. If I'd been facing Johnny he would have seen that my bra was gathered up above my tits but I had turned my back to the passageway and was walking into the kitchen surreptitiously easing my bra back into place.

Johnny was carrying the biography he'd been reading, "Here Simon, I think this explorer visited your mother's ancestral village, this could be your forefathers in this old photograph. Simon grinned at Johnny as I walked back into the kitchen, I was now properly dressed and carrying a cup of coffee for Simon...the cup I'd poured for him at the same time as I'd made Johnny's coffee, the coffee was now cold because Simon had been too busy to want it.

"Would you like another cup of coffee darling?"

"Oh, coffee...sorry, I haven't drunk the last one yet...I was a little distracted by this biography."

Simon blew over the top of his coffee cup, pretending it was too hot to drink, he tilted the book in Johnny's hand towards me so that I could see the men and women posing for the photographer in the nude. "Kind of explains one thing...don't you think?"

Johnny was already heading back to his study.

"Explains what?"

"Well, everyone was naked all the time in those photographs...just like mum and dad at home, and did you see how big all the men's cocks were? Explains where I got mine from I guess, my cock is far bigger than my dad's was!"

Simon suddenly grinned at me again and he nodded his head towards my jeans. I looked down, the denim was ten shades darker between my legs than the rest of my jeans. Simon's spunk was falling from my cunt like rain; the dark patch was spreading downwards along the seam of my inner thighs.

"Looks like Johnny left us just in time!"

"I've got to go and collect his cup, he'll see the mess you left behind in me you selfish bastard!"

"Don't be like that aunty, I only did it that way because if I'd got you off as well, you wouldn't have come to me later tonight after Johnny goes to sleep...leaving you high and dry...well, high and wet at least, you'll definitely want your turn later...won't you?"

I thumped his arm; he ignored the blow and pulled my T-shirt out of the waistband of my jeans again. "If you're quick you'll get his dirty cup out of his study before the tide reaches below your T-shirt!"

I almost ran into Johnny's study, I snatched his cup off of his desk and beat a hasty retreat before Johnny could see that anything was wrong.

I took the cups into the kitchen, Simon grabbed my wrist, "I think I need an early night aunty, will you show me up to my bedroom please?"

I let Simon drag me to the stairs, at the halfway landing, where the stairs split into two, to the left to the old part of the house, the part with five bedrooms and two bathrooms, the right to the new extension, up to the master suite with its massive bedroom, en suite bathroom and dressing room. Simon gestured with his head to the left and then to the right, I pointed left.

The first door on the right had a small sign, 'Sarah's Room', and opposite it one with 'Dawn's Den'. The second door on the right had 'Bathroom' assigned to it. The second door on the left had no sign, "This is your room for as long as you want it."

"And who is in the room is on the other side of mine?"

"That would be my bedroom."

"Don't you mean yours and Johnny's bedroom?"

"No...my husband hates sleeping with anyone...he visits my room when he feels the need but never stays long!"

Simon grinned at me and he pulled me into his bedroom. I was saying no over and over again but it did no good, I was stripped naked and he threw me onto his bed. His body covered mine and he entered my cunt with the sound of wellington boots in mud.

Simon was less selfish this time, he was fucking me with long slow thrusts; he took me to ten orgasms chained together. I had to stop him when I heard my husband's study door open.

"I've got to go, he might visit my bedroom as he's been reading about that Victorian explorer screwing his way through the women in Africa and looking at all those pictures."

I grabbed my clothes and ran for my bedroom, I realised that Johnny was already at the turn in the stairs and was already turning to the left, I didn't have time to run to my bedroom, I only just had time to cross the hallway and into my daughter's bathroom before he would have seen me.

I started to dress as quickly as I could in the girls bathroom, I heard Johnny knocking at my bedroom door and when he didn't get an answer he knocked on Simon's bedroom door, I heard Simon call out, "Come in!"

"Hi...oh, wouldn't you prefer some pyjamas or something?"

"No, I've never worn pyjamas in my life...far too hot in the Caribbean for pyjamas."

"Erm, have you seen Victoria anywhere?"

"She showed me up here and she said that the bathroom was a state and needed tidying up before I could use it."

Johnny pushed the bathroom door open just as I picked a towel up off the floor. He cleared his throat and closed Simon's bedroom door, "I...erm...I...was just...well, it's been a while, I was wondering if you'd like..."

Johnny nodded his head towards my bedroom, I got the picture, I'd guessed that he might come to my room tonight after immersing himself in what was basically a Victorian porn-book. I smiled at him and nodded my head. I'd feel guilty turning him away from my door after committing adultery...adultery and incest...not once but twice...no...no, three times already today.

"I just need to use the bathroom first."

"Shall I give you ten minutes?"

"No, you can just get into bed and wait for me."

I went into my own en suite bathroom while Johnny got into bed, I had expected the bedroom light to be off by the time I'd cleaned Simon's semen out of my pussy, I used a tampon inside my cunt to try and mop up the excess liquid while I changed into my nighty. Usually I'd have kept my bra on but put clean knickers on before joining Johnny in bed, this time, I was still under the influence of my orgasms under Simon and I stripped totally naked before joining my husband in bed.

The light was still on, Johnny was in his pyjamas, the pair that he kept in my bedroom for the rare occasions that he visited me in my bedroom.

I was uncertain, should I turn the light off or not, it had never been like this before with Johnny. I climbed into bed at his side, I lay on my back and pulled the front of my nighty up to my hips, expecting Johnny to roll over on top of me, do his business and hop off back to his own bedroom after five or six minutes but for the first time in almost eighteen years, he didn't do as expected.

Johnny rolled onto his side facing me, his hand slipped under the duvet and onto my belly, it sounds silly but this was more personal contact during sex than my husband had ever had with me. He was rubbing his hand around on my belly through my nighty as he looked at me. I felt the duvet slip a little down my body, exposing my nighty covered breasts, his eyes flicked from my face to the shape of my breasts through my nighty. "Are you wearing a bra?"

"No, I didn't bring my clean laundry up yet...I'm a little out of step because of Simon's sudden arrival...would you prefer it if I go and fetch a clean bra?"

"No...no...not at all, I was just thinking, I've seen lots of pictures of naked African women and I was thinking that the shape and size of your...thingies...look bigger and rounder, fuller...but...like, I've never seen them...not out in the open so to speak."

"Well, you've never wanted to see me naked before...I didn't think that kind of thing interested you."

"Well...I've never really thought...wanted to...well, it's just that after reading those accounts from Africa...back then...back in the late eighteen hundreds. I was just wondering what you would look like out in the open like that...in the nude."

"You want me to take my nighty off now?"

"Well, if it wouldn't freak you out too much, I would like to kind of compaire you with all of those young African women."

I took a deep breath, this was a massive change for my husband...he might just not be able to handle it if he saw me totally naked...I was starting to wish that I'd actually put clean knickers on when I got ready for bed now.

I lifted my back and wriggled the back of my nighty up as high as my neck while keeping my front covered by the voluminous material of my nighty.

"Are you sure?"

Johnny nodded his head.

I pulled the back of my nighty over the back of my head so now my nighty was covering my body like a sheet. Simon had seen me almost totally naked earlier and it hadn't bothered me one little bit but I guess that was because he was used to seeing nudity all the time at home. Johnny had seen a few pictures of naked African women in an old book and now he thought that he wanted to see it in real life as well.

I smiled at Johnny as I lay there, still covered in my loose nighty. I raised my eyebrows at Johnny. He grinned and then he started to pull the nighty off of my body. When I was finally uncovered Johnny gasped at the sight of my naked body. He threw my nighty on the floor at the side of the bed and he started to rub his hand over my body, he started at my navel, rubbed up over my ribs to my breasts up the left side of my body and back down my right side. As his hand and eyes explored my body I slid my left hand over the short gap between us to the front of his pyjamas and rubbed over the bulge his cock was making inside.

Double first, my being naked in front of him...actually a treble first, naked with the light on in front of him and I'd touched his cock with my hand...all be it through his pyjama bottoms...touched his cock without him pushing my hand away.

He finally reached the hairline covering my lower abdomen, a broad based triangle of wild ginger hair that encroached out over my inner thighs as well as covering my pubis. I looked down my body at his fingers as they ventured into hair for the first time ever, I hadn't really taken a close look at that part of my body for a while, I knew that as I'd approached forty years old my personal hair had gone even wilder but I hadn't spotted the ghost of an inverse ginger triangle rising from my pussy hair to a point at my belly button.

My body jolted as Johnny's fingers reached my vaginal cleft, the tip of his index finger rubbed over my clitoris and that jolt emboldened me to slip my hand inside his pyjama bottoms and I gripped his cock, bare hand on bare cock. I eased his cock out of his pyjamas and encouraged him to cover my body with his. The first time I'd taken control of our lovemaking in our eighteen years of marriage.

Usually sex with my husband was fast and frenetic; it was in the dark, his body totally covering mine. There may be a little kissing but not much, once Johnny got started, his face would be down, his cheek next to mine and his lips on my collarbone. Start to finish was never more than ten minutes together in my room. We'd already passed twenty minutes and he was only just getting round to inserting. He was holding his upper body away from mine, looking from my face to my breasts as he thrust into me, the assault causing my breasts to bounce and his mouth to turn into a smile.

He dipped his head down, his lips pressed into mine as he thrust again, just a quick kiss on my lips and he'd moved on, kissing my chin as he thrust for the third time. I looked at the clock as he kissed my neck and thrust for the fourth time. He kissed his way over my décolletage, my breast bouncing against his lips at his fifth thrust. From first penetration to his sixth thrust took as long as the whole sex act would usually take him. My nipple was in his mouth for the first time as he stabbed his cock in me for the seventh time.

The eighth thrust followed a little closer on the seventh and the ninth was quicker too. He pushed his upper body off of mine again, he was just fucking me now, regular rhythmic thrusts, rather than single deliberate thrusts. Lifting his upper body altered the position of his cock as it slid into me, running his cockhead against the roof of my vagina, increasing my pleasure with every thrust. I started my orgasm, another first with Johnny, a real, honest to God orgasm from my husband's cock.

As I started my orgasm Johnny's grin widened as did his eyes. I sensed that he was close to his own release but I didn't want it to end so quickly, I lifted my knees, tilting my hips, increasing the pressure of his cock on the roof of my vagina, bringing my clitoris down onto the top of his cock's shaft at the same time. My movement distracted him enough to restart his internal clock, no bad thing too.

Johnny started his own climb again, he was hitting me harder, faster, deeper than ever, I was baying at the moon, he had to cover my mouth with his just to quieten me down and that was how we finished, he was making almost as much noise as me at the end, as his cock jerked it's seed into my cunt.

I was expecting the usual end to our sex, Johnny reaching for a tissue to wipe his cock clean as soon as it left my cunt, a quick kiss and leaving my room within seconds, leaving his clothes on my floor for me to collect and wash in the morning.

He was still in me as he reached for my bedside table, reached for the box of tissues. He was trying to keep connected but as his cock went fully soft my inner muscles spat him out. He rolled onto his side again, his back to my bedroom door, he'd wrapped his cock in the tissue and was wiping it as he looked down between my legs. My knees were still bent up, the position I'd taken up for part two of our fuck. He was looking at his white frothy spunk extruding from my cunt. He looked from my cunt to my face, made eye contact with me and grinned.

"Did you look closely at the picture of the unmarried women who were looking for a husband..." I shook my head, "...they kind of trimmed, sculpted their hair, on their heads as well as on their..." he gestured with his head towards my pussy, "...down there..." he brushed his fingers through the hairs that were spreading out into the area at the top of my thighs, "...would you ever consider doing something like that?"

Johnny's fingers were approaching my slit all over again, he looked over at the clock on my bedside cabinet. "I'd love to stay a little longer but it's almost midnight and I've got to bring the cows down for early milking tomorrow."

Johnny kissed me and he slipped off the bed, he made sure that his cock was well hidden in his pyjamas and he stopped at the door, he picked up his clothes off of the floor, "I've only worn these for two hours...I'll wear them again tomorrow, save a little on the washing!"

I lay back a satisfied woman, I was in no hurry to move...to break the spell. For the first time in eighteen years...well, in all my life...I'd go to sleep sexually satisfied...satisfied and an adulteress...I didn't know what the noun for someone who had committed incest was. I lay back with my knees still bent up, wide open with my hands behind my head, replaying the last hour or so with my husband...that and the rest of the day since my nephew blew into my life!

I was still naked, my duvet bunched up beyond my feet and my nighty lying in a heap on the floor between my bed and the door. I heard the two squeaky floorboards at the end of the hall and then Johnny going down the stairs to the half landing before climbing to his suite. I managed to gird enough energy to pull my left hand from behind my head to reach up to pull the light switch to turn my light off but I stopped, as the sound of my husband returning to his own bedroom receded a new sound popped in the darkness of the hallway, the sound of Simon opening his bedroom door.

I stopped reaching for the light switch...it was just possible that Simon was heading for the toilet...but I doubted it.

My door opened and Simon's grinning face came round the edge. He stepped in and closed the door as quietly as he could.

"Did you know that you can hear every sound from your bedroom in the guest bedroom?"

"That's why it's the guest bedroom and not either of the kid's bedrooms."

Simon grinned at me, "So you wanted me to hear you and Uncle Johnny fucking then?"

"I had no idea that he'd pick tonight to visit me, I think it was that damned book about Africa that revved his engine up...anyway, if he'd performed in his usual way you still wouldn't have heard anything...tonight was the first time he'd had sex with me like that in our lives together."

"Yes, probably that book, I heard him ask you if you'd ever trim your wild strawberry patch like the young maidens in his book!"

Simon knelt on my bed at my side. I started to close my knees together as he looked between my legs at my husband's semen running out of my vaginal cavity freely. He stopped me closing his view off, pulling my legs even wider apart than they had been. My stomach turned a little as Simon dipped his head down between my legs, his mouth heading for my cunt and my husband's spunk that was running out of my body.

As Simon lapped my cunt clean with his tongue, he shuffled around on his knees until he was straddling my head and he lowered his cock down to my mouth, I knew exactly what he wanted, I opened my mouth and pulled his cock down into place. My first experience of giving head had been over in a flash, I'd just taken his cockhead into my mouth as he exploded, he wasn't at that stage now though, I was taking his cock into my mouth from a cold start.

Simon drilled down, his cockhead hit against the back of my throat, causing me to choke and gag. He pulled back, his cock leaving my mouth. He lifted his body upright onto his knees. "Shuffle down the bed a little more for me please aunty."

I wriggled from side to side as I slithered down the bed a little.

"That's far enough."

Simon lifted my shoulders off of the mattress and he stuffed two of my pillows under me. He pushed my forehead down, the top of my head was now touching my mattress and I was looking straight at his balls as they hung down under his cock. He returned to the 'Sixty-nine' position but before he drilled back into my mouth and started licking he said, "This time, when you feel like coughing, try to swallow instead of cough."

Simon's mouth went back to my pussy and he started stabbing his cock against my lips. I opened for him and he was soon knocking on my uvula. I swallowed as the urge to cough hit and his cock slipped further into my mouth.

I lost track of time as Simon fucked my throat and gave me orgasm after orgasm with his mouth. When he finally got bored of sixty-nine he turned and began fucking me slowly. Long slow thrusts, just like James had done earlier...only Simon's cock being that bit longer and thicker, I was orgasming even from the slow thrusts. I looked at my clock, we must have been sucking each other for an hour in total and now the clock said that it was one-thirty.

Simon changed position at one-forty-five, I was face down and flat out with my legs closed. He was fucking me with just the last inch of his cock as he was so far away. Short, stabbing, rapid thrusts, my orgasm was a clitoral one as so little of his cock was in me, just constant pressure on my clit. Two-fifteen he opened my legs and his body slipped lower causing another inch of his cock into my cunt. Thirty minutes later ne made me tuck my knees under my belly and he was fully in me from behind.

I had no idea that sex could last so long, at three thirty I was on my back and folded in half, my knees were wider than my body and he was pressing them down onto the mattress under my armpits. He was slamming his young body against mine with so much force that it sounded like a slow handclap. I had an earth-shattering orgasm, got out of breath and greyed out a little, when I tuned back into the world the handclap was just a little faster and my orgasm returned at high speed and knocked me out again, blowing my fuses...big time.

I kept going through cycles of pleasure and bust, it was four o'clock, I came back into the world just as the two squeaky floorboards at the end of the hall sounded out an alarm. The slow handclap exploded into a massive round of applauds but I wasn't going back into my orgasm, my radar was on and I was listening for danger. The tread in the hallway could have been Dawn or Sarah heading for the kitchen for a glass of water...but it could have been my husband!

There was a knock at my door, I felt Simon explode in my cunt and as soon as he spurted he rolled off of me to my right, he rolled onto the mattress and continued rolling into the gap between the bed and the window just as the bedroom door opened and Johnny walked into my bedroom.

"I'm sorry darling, I woke early and..."

Johnny stopped, I was now unfolded and I was in the exact same position as I was in when he left me, even the bedroom light was still on. I lifted my head off of my pillow, "Oh...I must have fallen asleep as soon as you left me."

Johnny climbed on the bed, he was kneeling between my feet, "Is it okay...I mean, I don't want to appear greedy but I woke early and I was..."

He looked down at his cock, I followed his eyes, he was hard again. he dredged his cockhead up my gash, he collected a lump of Simon's semen that looked like a lump of jelly rather than liquid semen. I winced in pain, four hours...no, five hours of pounding had rubbed me sore. Johnny pulled back.

"Sorry darling, did I make you sore last night?"

"A little...that and I didn't wash myself out after like I usually do, I just fell asleep."

Johnny looked very disappointed, he was backing away from me and then his face sparked into a smile.

"Darling...in that book I was reading...well, you know...the one about those African women and their sexual customs...well, it mentioned that at certain times of the month...you know, every four weeks...the woman would give their husbands pleasure in other ways!"

He raised his eyebrows twice and grinned at me.

"What...you mean like...using their hand...or, or...mouth? Or did it mention something else?"

"Would you use your hand or mouth on me?"

"I'd do either, what would you prefer?"

"Would you use your mouth?"

I struggled to make my body move, I was bruised and battered but I twisted around and pushed him onto his back. I caught sight of Simon through the corner of my eye, his body was under my bed but his head was turned out into the gap and he was looking up at us.

I wasn't in the right position, sucking Simon off like that would have been no fun for him at all but I could get all of Johnny's cock in my mouth with no problem. Johnny's cock and the lump of Simon's jellified spunk that tasted ten times stronger than it had tasted in the boot room's bathroom earlier.

It took me the full thirty minutes to get Johnny off in my mouth and using my hand on his shaft and balls. Johnny left me a happy man at four thirty to walk up to the pasture at the top of the hill and guide our herd of cows down for milking.

Simon rolled out from under my bed cackling like a witch, he was about to take over where he'd left off in my cunt but I stopped him, "You can't stay any longer, the girls will be up any moment and they don't knock before they come in my bedroom in the mornings!"

I continued my series of firsts, I didn't bother to dress before going down to the kitchen, didn't even bother to put my nighty on, I just wrapped my body in my dressing gown and followed my daughters down to the kitchen.

Breakfast was stranger than usual, Sarah and Dawn were fussing around Simon; he still hadn't collected his clothes so he was sitting at the dining table in his borrowed dressing gown again. I was at the cooker frying sausages, bacon and eggs while the toaster was browning bread and I heard Sarah whisper, "I needed to use the toilet at two o'clock this morning, after I'd been I looked in your bedroom but you weren't there!"

Simon looked at me and I raised my eyebrows at him, wondering what he would say?

Simon cleared his throat and said, "I haven't slept inside a house for ten years, it was far too hot in the Caribbean so I've slept in a hammock on the veranda. I did try to sleep in that bedroom but it felt like the walls were closing in on me so I went over to the woods and slept out there."

Sarah leaned in a little to Simon's side, "Where in the woods were you sleeping?"

I pulled Sarah away from Simon and told her to stop pestering Simon.

Sarah waved her hand under her nose, "Phew mum, your breath smells even more like a boy's willy today!"

I gasped, "How do you know what a boy's willy smells like young lady?"

I could see the cogs whirring in her head and then she snapped into gear, "After granddad's birthday party I helped granny clean the boy's bedroom, that's what their bin full of tissues smelled like."

I fed everyone and sent the girls off to have their showers before school. I had to call them to tell them that the school bus would be here in five minutes. They both ran down the stairs and headed for the front door. Simon was moving in on me but I stopped him, I pushed him away from me with my hand against his bare chest. I'd heard something on the air as the front door closed, I could have been wrong but it sounded just like "Hi grandpa!" and "Morning girls."

I was looking towards the front door, still holding Simon away from me when the boot room door opened and Johnny's father walked into the boot room in his muddy wellington boots.

"Hi Vicky darling, any coffee going?"

"Morning dad, always is for you."

Ron, Johnny's father was a massive flirt but he didn't bother me very much usually.

"And is this your brother's lad?"

"Yes...Simon, this is Johnny's father...Ron."

Ron shook Simon's hand while I poured out two cups of coffee. They stood talking together in the middle of the living room as they drank their coffee. I wasn't really paying much attention to what they were saying but I did get something about the night sky. Because we lived in a village that didn't have street lighting after eleven o'clock at night, Ron could use his telescope to look at the night sky, Simon mentioned that his island had no dark areas but if they took a boat out to sea for five miles or so to go fishing, they had a massive sky so close to the equator.

Ron drained the last of his coffee, "The thing is Simon, I couldn't sleep last night so I took a look up in the eastern sky. I was surprised to see a light beaming out from below; disturbing my view...I lowered my telescope and discovered that the light was a bedroom light...a bedroom with no curtains at the window. I was surprised to see that it was Victoria's bedroom and even more surprised to see that my son was in bed with her..."

Well, my ears were well and truly 'Pricked' now. I looked up at the farm house, it was half way up the hill, there was a balcony outside Ron's bedroom window and there, standing on a massive tripod was a powerful telescope.

"...I was really impressed with my son for the first time in my life. It was so refreshing to see him having sex that I turned my camera on to capture the event..."

I was in the living room now, I took Ron's empty cup from him as well as Simon's and just stood there...all agog.

"...I saw my son leave Vicky's bedroom and ...thinking it was all over...I was about to turn my camera off when I saw her bedroom door open again."

Ron was looking into Simon's eyes now, I'd stopped breathing and was on the edge of passing out!

"I didn't manage to capture all the action...I filled my memory card and had to swap to an empty one...only took me a few seconds though..." Ron winked at Simon, "...didn't miss much, fortunately the action had stopped for a change of position while I swapped over the memory card."

I was expecting some kind of bomb to go off. My husband's father had seen me committing adultery as well as incest.

"I have to say that it was most enjoyable watching my daughter-in-law fucking my son followed by her nephew...you can watch the video if you like Simon. But as enjoyable as it was to watch...it was even more pleasurable knowing that I had a little insurance to guarantee fun as often as I want it in the future with my daughter-in-law."

I dropped the cup that I was washing, it smashed into a million shards of razor sharp porcelain on the floor and Ron laughed at my reaction. "I saw you breaking her into deep throating you Simon my boy...how do you think she would like to be taught how to be spit roasted by two men next?"

Ron was in the kitchen with me now, he moved in behind me and wrapped his arms around me, his right hand slipped inside my dressing gown and cupped under my left breast, lifting its weight, he kissed my neck and whispered, "I always thought that your breasts were magnificent, totally wasted on my drippy son but they are even better than I'd ever imagined."

I let my eyes flick towards the living room, Simon was standing in the doorway, he was watching Ron and he was grinning at me. While Ron fondled my left breast with his right hand, his left hand was busy pulling the knot holding my dressing gown closed. He pulled the front of my gown open and pulled it from my shoulders to drop onto the floor behind me. I was totally naked now. Ron turned me to face him; he pulled my face into his and kissed me.

Normally when kissing I'd close my eyes but this time I was looking nervously towards Simon, his own dressing gown was open and he was rubbing his cock awake. Ron spotted where I was looking, he pulled his lips off of mine, he looked over at Simon and then at the kitchen table. I'd cleared the dirty pots off of the table but had left the stuff that needed putting in a cupboard or the fridge.

"You clear the table Simon..." Ron turned his face back to mine, he leaned in again, I puckered my lips for the kiss but it didn't come, he pressed the tip of his nose against mine, "...while Vicky here undresses me and gets me ready!"

Simon moved slowly and purposefully from the doorway to the table and my view was blocked by Ron's face, he was kissing my ear as he whispered, "Strip me naked Vicky and help my cock get hard with your hands.

The thought of being caught committing a crime with my nephew had terrified me at first but I relaxed when I realised that all it would cost me was sex...sex with a man forty years older than me but just sex all the same. As I unfastened the buttons down Ron's shirt it crossed my mind that I was twice Simon's age and Ron was twice mine, it was one of those mathematical progressions that...I struggled to unfasten Ron's belt without being able to look down at it, I struggled but got it open in the end.

I pushed his trousers and underpants down. He'd already taken his boots off when he arrived so all he had on after stepping out of the puddle of material that had been his trousers and underpants were his socks. The table was clear now and Ron dragged me over to it, I was pushed on the table, my body aligned along the table's longest axis, Ron turned me around so that my shoulders were on one edge of the table and my lower back on the opposite edge.

Ron lifted my legs up in the air and he plugged his cock into my cunt. I was struggling to keep my head up enough to watch Ron's cock enter me. Ron's cock was thicker than Simon's but it was the same length as Johnny's. One cock, two cocks and now three, all different but all felt wonderful as they did their job.

Simon's hand pressed down on my forehead, pushing my head backwards and he fed his cock into my mouth. Ron was fucking me hard and as he did, his chest was stopping my legs falling down and his hands were both mauling my breasts. Ron laughed and his right hand moved from my left breast and covered my throat as if he was trying to strangle me, "Fuck her harder Simon, I want to feel your cock in her throat..." Simon rammed in harder, "...that's much better, do her right and she'll be begging for more and more."

"Not much good to me Ron, I've got to get home to my mum soon so I won't get any benefit from her begging for more."

"Shame that lad...well, she's tried a half black with a big cock, I have a full black African friend who has an even bigger cock than yours, if we train her right my friend Suleiman will love her and as he's a big supplier to my business, I can use Vicky here to win a healthy discount."

Both Simon and Ron laughed and as they laughed Ron started to shoot his spunk into me.

My usual sex life was once a month or less, my husband's normal fuck would usually deliver a teaspoon of jizz into me, last night was a rare exception, he'd fucked longer than usual, fucked harder than usual and when he finally splashed down...it was more like two tablespoons full or more, six times at least more than usual. In less than twenty-four hours I must have taken over a pint of semen in my pussy or mouth and I loved every drop of it.

Once Ron was happy that he'd emptied his balls in me totally he pulled back, he didn't just pull his softening cock out of me, he pulled me away from Simon's cock as well...Simon was close to finishing but hadn't quite turned the corner, I for my part was still sucking at the memory of his cock in my mouth. Ron flipped me onto my front like a grill chef flipping a burger patty on a grill.

Ron squatted down behind me, I toyed with the idea of pulling Simon back into my mouth but stopped when Ron pulled my bum cheeks apart, he jabbed at my anal muscle with his index finger, "She's an anal virgin, perhaps you could help to break the seal back here before you go back to the Caribbean!"

I heard the fridge door open and close, I looked up, Simon had the butter dish from the fridge, he'd took the cover off of it and was offering the butter to Ron, "You could use this to get things started if you like Ron."

I watched Ron dredge two fingers through the cold butter and his hand disappeared behind me again. I felt cold against my bum hole, Ron was massaging butter against my hole...my tightly puckered anus. Ron jabbed his index finger against my hole again, this time the tip of his finger entered a little, just the tip of his finger managed to enter me, more massaging of the butter and another jab. A little more of his finger entered me.

Ron saw the time on my kitchen clock and he slapped my bottom hard, "I've got a meeting to go to."

Ron dressed, he put his trousers on first and as he was putting his shirt on he walked into the boot room. I pushed myself off of the table, I stood next to Simon, he was still naked as I was, he held my hand as Ron went through my Ironing basket, all my washed and dried clothes that were waiting until I had enough time to iron it all. Ron pulled a chemise dress out of the pile, it was a dress that I used as an underskirt under my thin summer dresses, it was very thin and had been designed to be worn over beachwear on holiday on the walk from your hotel room to the beach.

Ron dug down even further and at the very bottom of the basket he found my deep scarlet bra and panty set. I'd bought the lingerie on a whim, I'd worn it once, washed it, dried it and then dumped it into the ironing basket...even though I never iron my bra or knickers.

The set had been described as having bikini-brief panties but when I put them on I discovered that they were closer to a thong with an inch wide ruff of lace above the elastic making up the rest of the sides of the knickers. The bra had cut down cups and the cut filled in with the same lace ruff as the panties. It looked pretty as a peach in the picture, it looked very sexy on me too, I'd worn them on Johnny's fiftieth birthday to his special meal at his parent's house, not for Johnny's benefit but for mine. Wearing it had made me feel totally sexy and got me ready for Johnny's visit to my bedroom after the meal but as I'd walked around wearing it, it felt like my knickers were falling down all the time so I'd never worn them again.

Ron brought the clothes he'd picked out for me through to the kitchen, he handed the three items to me, "Here darling, put these on...Simon's going to take you out...show you off to a few men...just do as you're told and our little secret will stay just that!"

I looked at the chemise; it was so thin that when I'd worn it before I put a dress on top of it, I could see my belly-button through the skimpy material.

"What do you want me to wear over this?"

"Nothing...nothing at all, just the bra, knickers and dress."

"This isn't a dress, it's an underskirt!"

"I think it will work wonderfully as a dress, you'll look very sexy."

I'd never seen myself as an exhibitionist before in my life, until last night my husband had shown no interest in wanting to look at my body and until yesterday morning he'd been my only lover...well, in the past twenty-four hours I'd certainly been exposed a lot...I was exposed right now, standing naked in my kitchen with my father-in-law and my nephew looking at me and I felt very comfortable about it.

I was drawn from my thoughts, Simon had let go of my hand and was leaning over the kitchen table looking at a piece of paper that Ron was writing on.

"So...have you got it, once Vicky is dressed, walk her around the village, let her introduce you to everyone that's out and about and at ten o'clock...take the bus to Kettering. There's usually a thirty minute wait in Kettering for the bus to Market Harborough. Walk her up and down, generate interest in her amongst the men and take the eleven o'clock bus to Market Harborough, get off the bus at the outskirts of the town, there's a huge builder's merchants there called SBS, use the public phone at the bus stop to call this number, just let the phone ring three times and hang up. take her into the store and look at the display of bathroom taps. Okay?"

"Yes, I've got all that but what do I do then?"

"Just see what happens when you're there, play things by ear but catch the three o'clock bus back to Kettering and then home!"

Ron kissed me goodbye and left, I needed a shower, I was all sweaty from hours of sex and my bum crack was filled with New Zeeland Premier salted butter that needed to be washed away. In the shower I remembered the soreness between my legs. When Ron had fucked me with his fat cock it hadn't hurt...I guess that the adrenalin had attenuated the pain from my raw skin...like a soldier in battle who get's fatally wounded but doesn't feel it at the time and keeps on fighting only to collapse once the battle was over and succumbs to his wounds.

The stinging was unbearable as I played the shower's hot jets over my fanny area. I suddenly remembered that when I was breast feeding Dawn, I had a lot of problems with chapped nipples and I'd used bovine mastitis cream to anesthetise and sooth my nipples so that I could carry on feeding my daughter and living on a farm with a husband that took turns with milking the cows, mastitis cream was something that we had all over the place.

After showering I rubbed plenty of the cream between my legs, the soothing effect was instant. I dressed in the way that Ron had told me to, I looked at myself in my mirror. I had flat white shoes on, the chemise that I was wearing as a dress was cream and my very visible underwear was bright red. I turned, it all looked wrong, I should have looked sexy but I looked and felt very flat. I wasn't standing right in flat shoes. I snapped my fingers; I remembered that I had red shoes and a red handbag at the back of my wardrobe.

Four inch high patent leather shoes, sling back with open toe, the shoe's style was nineteen thirties but the high-gloss patent leather that made the shoes pop was pure nineties. I'd paid twenty quid in a charity shop for the shoes and matching clutch purse but the original owner had forked out two hundred and fifty for the set.

I looked again at my reflection, the shoes had the right effect, the bright red base to my outfit improved the colour balance of my outfit and the picture was boosted by the clutch purse, the four inch heels had tilted my hips. popped my bum out a little and lifted my breasts, I suddenly looked very bouncy and ultra sexy. I could still see my bellybutton clearly through the thin material but I didn't care.

Simon gave me a wolf-whistle as I walked slowly and deliberately down the stairs and into the living room. I was walking like a cat-walk model and the friction it caused between my legs was electrifying. We left my house with forty minutes to spare before the Kettering bus was due. There weren't many men milling around the village but those men that were all made a beeline for me so that I could introduce my nephew.

I'd assumed the local women would be disapproving and turn away from me but Simon in his colourful Caribbean clothes drew the local women in too. I was on a sexual high from all the attention that I was being shown and from seeing women that I knew very well...conservative women...flirting with Simon.

I got lots of stairs from men on the bus to Kettering and when I stood up I realised that I'd left a wet patch on the seat of the bus when we got off. Simon walked me up and down Kettering's main street, men stopped and looked, some even took out their phones and snapped pictures of me but strangers wouldn't approach me in the street in Kettering.

We hoped the bus to Market Harborough, crossed the state line so to speak into Leicestershire. As the outskirts of the town came to view so did the thirty-foot high sign, 'SBS'.

Simon used the telephone at the end of the store's car park, he phoned Ron, let Ron's phone ring three times and hung up. We walked across the car park, just before the main entrance it sounded like a fire alarm was starting up but it was just a very loud telephone ringing so it could be heard all over the store.

It was still ringing when we reached the bathroom tap display. The bell stopped mid ring and I heard a booming voice from the office behind me, "Suleiman Building Supplies...hi Ron, long time...I thought you may have found a new suppler...Yes, I see her..."

I turned slightly and looked towards the office, it was just a partitioned off area at the end of the cash desk, a large window looking into the entrance area and behind the counter a smaller window and a door with a glass pane in it. I could hear so much of the conversation on the phone because the large black man sitting at the desk had a massive voice and the office had no ceiling to it, it was open to the main room and the sounds were reflected down off the sloping metal roof.

"...I see Ron. Well, if she's half as good and compliant as you say...it will be well worth a five percent extra discount on your next order..."

A shiver ran through my body, the huge black man was talking to my father-in-law about me and I could feel his eyes drilling into me from his office chair.

"...okay...okay, if she's as good as you say...five percent on all of your orders for the next thirty days...well, if she can do that in time, I'll extend your extra discount to sixty days but one step at a time!"

I caught his movement as he put the phone down. I twisted again and watched as he walked through his office door, he was taller than the door's opening and his shoulders were wider, he had to duck and twist to leave his office. Suleiman lifted the flap on the counter and came out into the store, it was ten minutes to twelve and the shop was almost empty as lunchtime approached. He walked over to me, "Hello Mrs Clarke, finding difficulty in picking out the right taps? I have new stock in my office."

I felt the heat of his hand against the small of my back, he stroked up to my shoulder and rested his hand there, he pulled me and guided me into his office. As we passed the cashier he said, "Martin, make some coffee, make one for my guests too."

Simon was left in the shop as I was pushed through the door and into the office. Suleiman left me standing in the middle of his office while he closed the blinds on the large window out into the store, he moved to the window between his office and the cashier's area, he lifted the string to the blinds but changed his mind. I was looking around his office, large desk, good quality, Mahogany desk with a green leather inset top. He pushed everything from the middle of the desk to the right. He sat in his executive leather armchair and patted the desk, "Come and sit here Mrs Clark!"

I walked over to the desk in my best cat-walk pose, I sat on his leather topped desk and leaned back slightly, my hands on the desk to prop myself up. he placed his hands on my knees, gripped them gently and slid his hands and my dress up, his hands stopped just short of making me gasp, the bottom hem of my chemise was two inches below my knees. He lifted his hands and repeated the action, my bottom hem was now four inches above my knees.

Suleiman made another rotation, this time he didn't grip my knees, he let his hands slide under the material, he rubbed higher this time, his fingertips rubbed over the front of my knickers. He lifted his wrists and the flimsy material of my chemise slid down, exposing my knickers. He rubbed a little more and then his fingers curled over the lace waistband, "Lift up for me!"

I pressed down with my hands and legs and my bottom lifted from the leather. He pulled my knickers down as far as he could and before I lowered myself down he flicked the back of my dress out from under my bottom. I looked at the uncovered window through to the cashier, he and Simon were looking into the office, watching Suleiman and me.

Suleiman pulled my knickers all the way off and he pushed my knees apart to inspect me.

"Ron was right, you're far too hairy..." Suleiman stroked his own head, he was as bald as a billiard ball, "...Ron knows that I have a thing for baldness, he knows that I keep a full stock of grooming products in my office to keep my own hair down, he told me I have a free hand to make any changes that I want to make to you while you're here today."

I was looking at Martin, he took Simon a mug of coffee and returned to the little kitchen area. Suleiman grinned at me, "Take your dress off!"

I moved my hands to the side of my dress and gripped it, the door opened and I froze, my hairy pussy was already on display, I looked over at the door, Martin had a small tray in his hands, two mugs of coffee and a bowl of sugar.

Suleiman touched my knee, "Don't stop, take it off!"

I took a deep breath and pulled my dress up and over my head.

"Bra as well!"

I leaned forward slightly and reached behind myself, unsnapped the clasp on my bottom strap and shook it off.

"You like big breasts don't you Martin?"

"I do Mr Suliman...very much."

"Have you ever seen better breasts that Mrs Clarke's Martin?"

"Not natural ones Mr Suleiman, after breast implants possibly!"

"Do these feel fake Martin?"

Martin put the tray down and stepped in closer, I looked at him as he fondled my breasts, I looked back at Suleiman, his trousers were open, his black rod was exposed, it was slightly longer than Simon's and fatter than Ron's. I did a double take, I was totally happy that I was naked in a public place, anyone entering the building could, if they looked in the right direction, see me sitting on the desk in the nude but Suleiman sitting there in his arm chair with his trousers open in front of one of his employees, that I found a little shocking.

Martin turned my face to his and kissed me and as he did that Suleiman lifted my left leg and pulled it over the right arm of his chair and then he did the same to my right leg. I was pulled off of the table and dropped onto his lap. Having my legs spread impossibly wide apart was uncomfortable, it was a good thing that the arms of his chair were over padded before the leather had been applied or it would have been even more uncomfortable.

Martin slipped in behind me and was fondling my breasts from behind as he kissed the back of my neck. "Lift her up a little Martin!"

Martin's hands were under my breasts and he kind of used them and his own chest to lift me up slightly while Suleiman concentrated on lining his cock up with my cunt.

"Okay, let her go!"

I fell like a dead weight onto his cock. The head of his cock reached parts of my body that I never knew existed. Martin and Suleiman worked together to fuck me, lifting me almost clear of his cock and dropping me down again. I was climaxing from the outset and loving the attention of the two men playing with my body in such a public place. I saw men come into the store and they would pick up what they wanted and then stand behind Simon to wait to be served, Martin left me several times to take the money and return. Those times, the sex just stopped while Martin was working and once he was free we started over.

Trade picked up after lunch and Martin had to go back to work. I realised that if I wanted the pleasure to continue, I was going to have to work out how to do it for myself. I put my hands behind myself on the arms of the chair behind me and I began to do reverse push-ups to lift my body and drop myself. I worked harder than I'd ever done in my life before but I gave myself a massive orgasm on his big black dick.

By the time I got Suleiman off I was just as stinky as I was before I took my shower and I was in need of another shower. Suleiman lifted me up and sat me on his desk again, then he pulled the front of his trousers closed and left me sitting on his desk. He walked out behind the counter and served the next customer, as soon as Martin finished what he was doing Suleiman told him to take his lunch break.

Martin came back into the office and because I hadn't been told what to do, I was still sitting just where Suleiman had set me down. Martin walked up behind me again, he pulled me backwards and he dragged me until my shoulders were on the edge of Suleiman's desk, okay, I'd been in that position before, just a few hours earlier in fact. I opened wide and took Martin's cock into my mouth. I was sucking his cock with gusto when Suliman stepped into the office.

"Martin, is that shower display hooked up yet?"

"It's all ready to go, I left the water tank filling up when I took over the cash desk, as soon as the tank was full the heater would have kicked in, set to twenty four degrees centigrade. It might not be up to temperature but it will work and show people how our new power-shower pump will work even with zero water pressure feeding it."

All that exchange took place without Martin skipping a beat. I heard Suleiman talking to a couple who were looking for a new shower in their top floor flat that had no water pressure. Suleiman turned the shower on and the pump kicked in, little more than a hum. I heard the discussion, the woman was impressed with the pressure from a tank of water that was actually stored below the shower tray and had no connection to the water main.

I listened as Suleiman took the order for the shower and pump. The customer didn't have a plumber so Suleiman gave the couple Ron's business card, "Call this number, tell them that the shower kit is here waiting to be picked up and that I gave you their details, Ron Clarke will give you a ten percent discount on the standard installation price."

There was a short discussion and the customers left, "Martin, your lunch break ends in five minutes, stop making a pig of yourself."

Martin suddenly pulled out, he wasn't finished, he used his own fist to finish himself off and when his volcano blew, it blew all over my face and breasts.

I pushed myself upright. Suleiman had been watching his man from the doorway. "You stink Mrs Clarke, I think you could do with a shower, what do you think?"

I scooped semen from my chin with my index finger before licking my finger clean. ""I could do with one, do you have a shower in the staff changing room?"

"Not in the staff room...no. I do have a shower in the shop though, I've just been demonstrating it for a customer...I passed on your father-in-law's details so that his men could fit the new shower to thank him for sending you to me."

I gestured with my hands to my body, "You mean shower out in the main shop dressed like this?"

"Yes, the shower screen has a modesty screen..."

I thought about it for ten seconds before, "Okay then, I do need a shower!"

I hopped off of his desk, "Well, not just yet, you don't exactly give the best impression; they call me 'Super Bald Suleiman' because of my logo so you being so hairy just isn't right. Sit back on my desk."

Suleiman had a drawer full of hair products from battery powered clippers to after shave and everything in between. I just sat there and watched as he buzzed the main forest down, I watched as he smothered my lower body with shaving foam and grimaced when he took a cut-throat razor out of his drawer. I imagined all kinds of accidents as he wielded the long sharp blade like a sword's man. When he finished with the razor I was totally smooth all over my lower body.

I waited until he'd wiped away the last of the foam with a towel and I tapped him on the shoulder, "Isn't this all a little pointless, you said that the shower cubicle had a modesty screen."

It isn't a massive modesty screen..." he grinned at his own reply, "...and you do have to get from in here to the shower!"

I watched as a plumber walked in the store, "Are you finally going to display your new power-shower pump today or is it still on it's way from Poland?"

Martin looked into the office, "Mr Suleiman, Bill from 'Plumb Crazy' is asking for a demo on the new shower pump, can we do it today?"

"The email said two o'clock, make Bill a coffee while he waits."

Suleiman looked at me, "Your visit is fortuitous, I was going to just demonstrate the new shower as a static display but you need a shower and I need an interesting demonstration!"

I was left sitting with a bath towel around my shoulders as ten men walked in the shop in dribs and drabs. Suleiman went to give an introduction to his new product, he handed out product information on the pump, the heater and the control unit, one of the plumbers was impatient, "Well, thanks for the information Suleiman but we had expected a working demonstration today, you've let us down three times already."

"Sorry about that lads but the EU regulations took longer to adhere to than the manufacturers expected, all down to the low pressure feed into the system, we had the pressure switch on the output side of the pump and the testers usually see it on the input side but it's all sorted now, full SE certification now and we do have a live demonstration here today."

There was a lot of mumbling in the twenty man audience.

"Mrs Clark, if you're ready! Gentle men, may I introduce Ron Clarke's daughter, Ron Clark of Kettering Construction that is!"

The sound level doubled and then tripled. I took a deep breath, made sure that the towel was tight across my breasts and I did my cat-walk, and walked out into the store and walked through the line of men surrounding the shower display. Every man in the audience knew my father-in-law and they were all mumbling about the chance that his daughter would perform in the shop, they were taking bets that I'd be wearing a bikini under the towel.

Suleiman gestured for me to enter the shower. The shower had four glass sides and the water tank under it lifted the shower tray two feet off the floor, the modesty band that ran all the way around the cubicle was just six inches wide, it was designed with men in mind rather than women, it would only have covered their cock and only then if the shower was at ground level.

I realised that my cunt and tits would be totally on display as I showered, twenty customers, three staff memberers and Simon, all watching eagerly. I pulled the free end of my towel and let it fall to the floor to twenty men's gasping in surprise. I got into the shower and just shut the men out of my head as I rotated under the cascade of water from the shower. A thin metal frame that the controller and shower hose were connected to were the only blockage to an unrestricted view of my body through the screen, the modesty band actually hid my belly button totally though.

I turned the water off and thought, 'Well, they've seen everything I've got already so, in for a penny, in for a pound.'

I opened the screen door and blocking the men from my mind again, I did exactly what I would have done at home. I stepped out of the shower and squatted down to pick up my towel, squatted with knees apart, four men got the full on view up inside my cunt as I did.

I dried myself the way I would have done at home, including opening my legs wide open and rubbing the towel over my bare pussy until it was dry. When my body was totally dry I wrapped the towel around my head into a massive turban and walked back to Suleiman's office through the group of men.

I was groped and felt up by several of the men as I walked through the crowd and I didn't bat an eyelid as the men took liberties with me.

I was drying my hair still totally naked as Suleiman walked into his office. Many of the men were still standing there at the counter straining to watch me, "They think I'm going to fuck you now, they've even taken bets on it."

I got a massive grin, his gleaming white teeth splitting his coal black face.

"If you did that, I'd need another shower...anyway, Ron told me he wanted me on the three o'clock bus back to Kettering and that will be here in fifteen minutes..." I leaned my bum against his desk, "...if you're going to fuck me again it'll have to be a quickie!"

"Simon told me that he was supposed to walk you into the centre of Market Harborough, Ron wanted you to catch the bus from the terminus, so you'd better get dressed now, We'll have another play, Ron told me that he aims to have you ready to take my cock up your arse before his thirty day extra discount runs out."

I raised my eyebrows at that revelation. I'd had difficulty getting his cock up my cunt and Ron was planning on getting his friends cock up my arse in just thirty days...'I'd better buy in more butter!' went through my mind.

On the walk into Market Harborough men were tooting their hooters all the way, several of them were plumbers driving works vans. Women in Market Harborough tutted when they saw me and men smiled, some men took smart phones out of their pockets and used the camera to snap pictures of me and the way I was dressed.

When we got home there was a note from Johnny, 'Over the church cutting out the damaged stone, keep my dinner warm for me please if I'm late home. Johnny XXX'

There was an additional note at the bottom of the page, different type of pen, different coloured ink and different hand writing 'Go over to the church to him dressed just as you are! Ron.'

I looked at Simon, "I can't go into the church dressed like this!"

"Shall I ring Ron and ask him what you should do?"

"No...no point, Ron wants me to debase myself and going into the church dressed like a whore is very debasing!"

I walked into the church, there was a constant 'Tap...tap...tap.' Johnny was using a small hammer and a sharp stone chisel to remove the thin facing stone from the damaged pillar. I cleared my throat, "Hi baby, what did you do today? You weren't home when I got in at three o'clock!"

I thought quickly, "I was in town visiting a beauty parlour."

Johnny looked very confused, "Well, you look very beautiful but I can't see what you've had changed!"

"Well, it's covered up..." I looked down at my knickers that were glowing through my chemise, "...well, in bed you mentioned those African girls with their shaved pussies..." I thrust my hips forward slightly, "...so I had my own pussy professionally deforested to see itf you liked me better that way than hairy."

Johnny suddenly looked all around to see if we were being observed, "You mean totally clean?"

I nodded my head.

"When can I see?"

"Right now if you like!"

Johnny was looking all around again, "Should I clear up here and meet you at home...or..."

He left the thought hanging so I felt compelled to fill the silence.

"We don't have to go home for you to see, there's no one here at the moment but us!"

Johnny suddenly looked very excited, he looked around again. "What...here?"

I nodded my head, I looked to the pew at the very rear of the church, "Shall I go up there, if the door to the tower is unlocked I could go into the root of the tower."

Johnny nodded his head wildly.

'Cat-walk time girl!' echoed inside my head as I walked sexily towards the church's tower.

The door was locked, my excitement sank, "I've got the keys!"

Johnny eased past me and unlocked the tower door; I stepped through and turned to face my husband. 'Just a quick flash girl or does he deserve the 'Full Monty'?' I pulled my knickers down under the chemise showing nothing off, I stepped out of them and then took a deep breath and pulled my chemise off over my head. Johnny gasped. The reaction was instant, his trousers tented out. 'once again, in for a penny, in for a pound!'

I unfastened my bra and took that off too. Johnny's hands were dirty but he reached out and stroked my bare pubis. I leaned back against the dusty wall, cobwebs all over my back and I opened my legs. Johnny licked his lips as if he was about to eat something tasty. He stepped into the tower with me, opened his trousers and fucked me pressed up against the dirty wall.

Johnny had gone from a once a month man to an every opportunity man in just thirty hours.

"Mr Clarke...Mr Clarke, are you there?"

Johnny whispered, "The priest!" in my ear.

I pushed his cock into his trousers while he panicked, I zipped his trousers closed and I pushed him out of the tower while I dressed myself.

I heard them talking just beyond the tower's door as I dressed. I stood quietly for ten minutes until Johnny opened the door again, "Bloody hell...that was close!"

The worried look on his face disappeared and he burst out laughing.

"You were cool as a cucumber there, I went to pieces but you weren't fazed at all."

"I don't have any problems with being nude anymore!"

I did wonder if I should tell Johnny all about my exciting day but I thought that he'd changed so much in the sex department that I didn't want to put him off, I'd try to ease him in gently.

Now that I'd got Johnny to fuck me in a public place...especially one he respected as much as his beloved church...perhaps I could arrange for one of Ron's friends to catch us having sex somewhere public, I'd arrange for the man to make a big deal of catching us, threaten to tell Ron what he'd seen, I could then suggest that Johnny let the man join in with us...with me...fuck me while Johnny watched. Johnny could always say no if it was too much for him, I'm sure that Ron would act disapprovingly when he found out about us fucking in public.

"What's making you so happy darling?"

"I was just thinking...wondering really...what would you have done if we'd actually been caught fucking in a public place...say by that stone mason who's carving the new section of stone for the pillar?"

I saw the curl on the corner of Johnny's mouth, just the flicker of a smile but it was a smile and not a frown!

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