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First published: 19 June 2014

Suburban Housewife
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M+/F, Dogging, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public Sex

I'm just a suburban housewife, a fraud really, I married John and we moved into a small village, there was no bus service into town so I couldn't carry on working at my old job but then John wanted me to start a family right away and as he was so well paid he wanted me to become a housewife right away, he also wanted me to become a pillar of the local society.

Things went well for a year or so but when no baby came along I got very bored, there was only so much going on in our small community that I could get involved in, it didn't amount to much more than four hours a week and the rest of the time I was just bored. John's job was getting more and more demanding but the pay was also going through the roof too but it did mean that John was away from home more and more.

I bumped into a retired army officer one day at one of the committees that I sat on, he noticed not only how bored I was but also how wasted my skills and talents were languishing amongst the blue rinse brigade, after the meeting was over he asked me if I had ever thought of becoming a prison visitor. I pointed out to him that I was almost a prisoner in the village, with no driving licence or car, "Well, if you come with me to Nottingham Prison and visit with a few prisoners I'll pay you back by teaching you to drive and maybe more!" I would have become a prison visitor just because it would take an hour to get to the prison and an hour back, so including the time I would have to spend talking to a total stranger, I'd be occupied for at least three hours a week. I was sold and if Major Tom Hackitt taught me to drive on top of that it would mean even less boredom for me.

Tom was almost sixty years old so we would make quite an odd couple as we drove to the prison, Tom was distinguished looking, still looked very military, with a salt and pepper moustache and grey sideburns, while I was twenty-two years old and very blond, five foot six inches tall with thirty-four inch C cup breasts twenty-two inch waist and thirty-six inch hips.

Tom was picking me up from home on the day that I had agreed to try prison visiting, I had put my hair up so that it made me look sophisticated, I had agonised over what to wear for ages, it was a hot day and I had been tempted to wear a thin blouse and short skirt but in the end I opted for a slightly thicker white blouse, with a white full cup bra under, a navy skirt that came down almost to my knees with two inch high navy shoes with knee high white socks and white cotton bikini panties under. As I was about to leave the house I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I looked far too much like a 'school-girl' but Tom had just pulled up outside so there was no time left to change. Tom told me that I looked very nice and thanked me for going to so much trouble on behalf of those men who were unfortunate enough to be incarcerated, as he drove me into Nottingham, Tom was telling me that everything was going to be okay, I was going to be perfectly safe, there was absolutely nothing to worry about, Tom kept up his comforting mantra all the way into Nottingham.

As Tom parked in the small car park at the back of the prison his comforting words on the drive to the prison hadn't calmed me down at all in fact they had the exact opposite effect on me, I was close to panic, my heart was beating very fast and I was finding breathing a little uncomfortable, "Are you okay Rose?" "I think I'm having a little panic attack!" "Oh dear, well you're quite welcome to sit here in the car until I get back if you have changed your mind!" I thought very seriously about that option but I really did need a pastime that would get me out of my small village life and relieve the boredom, I might be panicking but at least I was out and no one could say I was bored at that moment.

"Do you have anything in your handbag that could help to calm you down?" "Like?" "Some women have a hip flask of Gin in their bag others have Valium or something similar!" I laughed at the thought of Gin and drugs in my handbag, Tom opened his glove box and rummaged around in it for a minute, then he brought out a little brown bottle and stood it on top of the open glove box lid, "They are a half strength Valium substitute, if you take one now in twenty minutes or so you will be totally relaxed and calm" he said. I hesitated and then picked up the bottle, Tom reached behind his seat and took out a tiny can of diet Coke, the kind you get on aircraft and handed it to me. I took the pill and washed it down with the Coke. Tom carefully placed the bottle of pills back where he got them from in his glove box and closed the lid.

Tom advised me to leave my handbag in the car, he had a hidden compartment for just that purpose, "Take two five pound notes out of your purse, I see you have a little pocket by the waistband of your skirt, just fold them up small and pop them in there!" Tom took two five pound notes from his wallet and folded them up as small as he could and popped them in a small pocket that was just above his trouser pocket.

We were searched, well a very half-hearted search, because neither of us were carrying anything, Tom had even handed his car keys in at the gate in case anyone needed to move his car while we were in the prison, the search was purely a cursory one. We were escorted into the 'Prisoner's Welfare Officers room, Prison visitors never got to know in advance who they were going to see, that prevented any kind of collusion taking place between prisoners and visitors, Tom told me that I would have had a more thorough search had I been a relative of a prisoner visiting the prison, including sniffer dogs smelling all around me. Officer Tring welcomed Tom and I, "Tom, I have Colin for you to meet today, he's ex-military and hasn't had a visitor in a year, I think he may have a few other problems too but I'm sure you'll spot them!" Then he turned to me, shook my hand and thanked me for taking the time to provide a much needed social service, "I have Richard for you to visit, he's been in this prison for almost three years, he has turned down four visitor offers so far so I'm really surprised that he has agreed to talk to you, he must be feeling 'extra chatty' today or something!"

We were led into a large room that looked like it could have been a dining room; it even had a serving hatch in one of the walls where coffee, tea biscuits or soft drinks could be purchased. Tom and I were taken to two tables slightly away from the rest of the prisoners, the other tables all had prisoners sitting waiting for their loved ones to be let in, Tom's table and mine were empty, Two prisoners were escorted in, one looked slovenly, long hair, unshaven and his bright orange boiler suit was wrinkled and stained, the other had definitely got something about him, straight back, chiselled features, well groomed hair, clean shaven, very muscular body frame with tiny tight waist, I had decided that he must be Colin and that I would be sitting chatting to the 'Hippy of Alcatraz'. I was totally wrong, Colin was the hippy looking man and Richard was the 'Hunk'.

Richard held out his hand as he stood opposite me, I didn't know if I was allowed to shake his hand or not but then I saw Tom shake Colin's hand so I also shook Richard's hand. Richard stared solidly into my eyes for thirty seconds while he shook my hand before we sat down. That was the last time for a long while that Richard looked anywhere but at my chest. We made small talk for a while, Richard was clever, well-educated and witty, it was a pleasure talking to him, Richard managed to drop something on the floor, as he bent down I realised that he wasn't looking towards the floor at all but was looking in my direction, I suddenly remembered that my skirt ended three inches above my knees so I clamped my thighs tightly together and turned them slightly to one side. "Spoil sport!" Richard said with a smile on his face, "I've heard that some of the younger prison visitors leave their panties at home so that we can have a good look and a fond memory of their visit!" I noticed Tom go to the serving hatch, he brought two teas and a small packet of biscuits for him and Colin, I asked Richard if he needed anything, I nodded my head towards the serving hatch, Richard smiled, a very disconcerting smile, or it would have been had I not been mildly tranquillised by Tom's little white pill. "Coffee please and square chocolate biscuits' if that's all that's on offer, or you could save a couple of quid and just pop into the ladies and come back commando! No, I thought not!" Again Richard smiled.

The tea and coffee were very cheap so I couldn't make up my mind why Tom had suggested that I bring two five pound notes in with me, I had tea, I held Richards coffee out to him, instead of taking the cup he took my left hand in his right and then took the cup from me with his other hand, I tried to pull my hand free but he held it tight, eventually I stopped pulling, I didn't want to cause a scene, Richard closed my fingers so that I formed a loose fist with my little finger on the table and my thumb pointing up in the air, then he moved his hand on top of mine, he slid his index and middle fingers into the space between my fingers and my palm and began slowly sliding his fingers in and out of my hand.

"How old were you when you first let a boy touch you 'up stairs outside'?" I blushed and shook my head, Richard continued slipping his fingers in and out of my hand mimicking the sexual act, "Come on, it's been almost four years since I had an opportunity to talk to a woman!" I blushed deeper, I could feel the heat in my face, I wished I had taken two of Tom's little white pills, "Come on, tell me!" "Thirteen!" I whispered, "And 'down stairs outside', how old?" "Same!" "Up stairs inside?" "Fourteen!" "Down stairs inside?" "Fifteen!" "And your first fuck! How old were you then?" "Fifteen!" "Does your husband like it when you masturbate yourself while he watches?" I shook my head, "What, he doesn't like to watch you?" "No, I don't masturbate!" "What, never?" "No!"

The questions went on and on with Richard rubbing his fingers into my closed hand as if he was finger fucking me or something, the questions were all sexual, had I done anal sex? Did I do oral? How many men had fucked me in my life! How many since I married? Tom's little white pill must have still been working because I soon became less worried and embarrassed by Richards questions, it wasn't actually such relentless questioning as I've made out, Richard was still making humorous comments in between the questions, he was just starting a new 'sexual tack' when I noticed Tom stand up, Tom shook Colin's hand and said his goodbyes, I noticed that one of the five pound notes that Tom had hidden in his ticket pocket earlier was neatly folded up and trapped between Toms index finger and middle finger, Colin 'wiped' the money out of Tom's hand, Tom caught my eye and nodded his head towards the welfare officers room and he smiled at me, that started me blushing all over again.

"I have to go now!" I looked towards Tom as he stood waiting for the warder to open the visitor's door leading out of the room, "He's my lift I need to catch up with him!" I slipped the five pound note from my hidden pocket, placed it in the same place as Tom had between the index and middle fingers of my right hand. Richard didn't help me like Colin had helped Tom, he kept a firm hold of my hand, "I need your name and address!" "I'm not supposed to give you any personal information!" "What do you think will happen if I call the warder over and show him what's in your hand?" "You wouldn't!" "OFFICER!" "Okay!" "My visitor is about to leave sir!" I was mad as hell that I was doing something nice for Richard and he was willing to blackmail me to get what he wanted. I told him my name and address, he looked up and then back at me, "I don't think that was the truth!" I told him again, this time I didn't make the deliberate mistake I made the first time. Richard looked up towards the ceiling, then he looked back at me and repeated my address back to me then he said, "That's it, memorised, I'll never forget you now!" "Why did you want my name and address?" "I'm going to send you a visitors order so you can come and see me next week!"

I caught Tom up at the welfare officers room just as Tom was walking out of the room, "So that's it then, You'll try and get Colin some English and Maths classes and I'll try and get his mother to agree to visit him!" Tom stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me, "Rose are you all right?" I was angry with Richard for blackmailing me into giving him my address and my face was bright red, I realised that Tom was staring at my breasts, I followed his eyes down, I was angry but one little bit of my body was giving me away, my nipples were standing out so hard that they were painful, Tom just stood staring with a wry smile on his face.

When we got to the car Tom asked me if I was okay again, I was still beetroot red faced, "I am a little flustered!" "Well you know where the little happy pills are if you would like another one!" I smiled weakly, then made a dive for the glove box, I searched for the little bottle but couldn't find it, the only bottle I could find seemed bigger than I remembered and the pills inside it were much larger and more yellow than white but Tom's smile told me that it was okay to take the slightly different pill, so I popped it in my mouth as Tom found another small tin of diet coke and I used it to wash the pill down. "I would have thought that the first pill would have lasted longer than an hour!" I said, Tom chuckled, turned on the ignition and tapped the clock that lit up on the dashboard, "You were talking to Richard for almost two and a half hours, I don't need to ask if you enjoyed your visit, there were a couple of pointers that told me how much fun you had, both sticking out of the front of your blouse and the fact that you thought you were in with Richard for less than an hour when in fact you were in there for two and a half times that!"

Tom turned the key in the ignition and the engine purred into life, "Rose, do you need to go straight home today?" "No, John's working in London; if he is coming home tonight at all it will be after seven o'clock!" "Would you like to come with me for a walk, I'll show you my favourite spot in the whole of Nottinghamshire!" I turned to look at Tom and nodded my head, "I'd love to go for a walk!" It took only a few minutes, we were still really close to the centre of Nottingham, I noticed the entrance to Nottingham's horse racing track and thought that Tom was going into the track's entrance but at the last moment he took a narrow lane to the right of the gateway, the lane went along the end of the race track and then turned to run parallel to the long back straight, after about half a mile the lane ended in a large car park, there were about twenty cars already in the car park, the sign on the car park entrance said that we were at Colwick Park. The river ran through the park and old gravel pits had been turned into lakes, the park was a haven for water fowl and wild birds of all sorts.

Tom took my hand and guided me along the parks many pathways, he was talking to me as we walked along, I couldn't really understand what he was saying but his voice and tone was very soothing and relaxing. When the path took us in the sun the heat was tremendous, I had wished that I hadn't put on such a thick blouse and long skirt, I was however very glad that I hadn't worn any tights. On the paths that went through the trees the shade made the air feel almost cold, occasionally I looked back along the path, at one point I counted ten men walking within thirty feet of us, I had never seen men on their own walking in the country like this, Tom also looked back often, I wasn't sure if he felt uncomfortable with so many men following us so closely, it was obvious that they were following us, Tom kept taking paths that doubled back but the men were still there.

One stretch of path stood out in my mind, there was a short, very shady and cool path, then a ninety degree turn to the left where a long path, at least five hundred yards long was in full sunlight with tall bushes on both sides, because of the solid wall of high bushes there wasn't a breath of breeze which made that five hundred yard walk the hottest part of the park, at the end there was another ninety degree turn to the left and the whole cycle could be repeated again, which Tom did several times, at the same point in each circuit of the very hot path Tom would stop and look back, I did too, the first time there were eight men in sight, the second time there were seven, we did that particular circuit eight or nine times.

I was beginning to get thirsty and it had been quite a while since I had been to the toilet, "Do you know if there are any toilets in the park?" "No dear, Colwick Park doesn't have anything like that, just a whole lot of bushes and trees!" At the midpoint in the hot path Tom looked back, there were just two men in sight behind us, Tom stood longer this time, looking back at the two men who still seemed to be walking but so slowly that they didn't seem to be getting any closer to us, then Tom reached out and took hold of one of the branches of the bush at the side of us and lifted it up, what seemed like an impenetrable wall of bushes seemed to have a secret pathway hidden behind that single branch, "If you need the toilet just pop in here!" I ducked down and made my way into the gap, I thought that I would be able to squat down just inside the bush but the path was too narrow at the floor, it widened out the higher it got so it was easy to walk, "Follow the path to the end, there is only one way!" I had expected Tom to wait by the entrance to the hidden path but Tom's encouraging words were coming from just a foot behind me all the way to a huge clearing in the heart of the bush, right in the centre of the clearing was an ancient oak tree that provided shade to the clearing which meant that it was really nice and cool in there after the blistering heat of the path outside.

I was a little reluctant to pee while Tom was watching me but it took him only a few seconds talking to me to put me at ease again and I pulled my panties down to my knees and squatted down, I was very unsteady as I squatted down, "You can't get your legs wide enough with your panties around your knees, you have to take them off!" I stood up again, supported myself against Tom while I stepped out of my panties, I started to squat down again but Tom stopped me, "You might get your skirt dirty, you might even pee on it, don't you think it would be better if you just slipped that off too and let me hold it out of the way?" Tom's suggestion seemed to make sense to me, there was a very distant voice in the very back of my head telling me not to do it which was distracting me slightly but Tom's voice overpowered my inner voice easily, then as I was pulling the zip down on my skirt I heard a sound to my left and froze, I started to turn my head in the direction of the sound but Tom's hand caught my chin, "There's nothing to worry about, no problem, just take your skirt off to keep it clean!" The voice in my head was trying to tell me how unsafe it would be to take my skirt off but Tom was managing to convince me that all was safe, all was well, I slipped my skirt off and handed it to Tom, he put it over his left forearm like a waiter would carry a napkin.

I was now standing naked from the waist down, I squatted and started to pee, as the pee started to flow two men came into focus, Tom spotted the look of fear on my face, he started to stroke my head, "You're perfectly safe, there is absolutely nothing to worry about, everything is totally fine!" I did feel a little calmer with Tom's reassurances running in my head. Tom started to help me to my feet, I had actually finished peeing but I had zoned out a little under the soothing words and calming touch of Tom's expert hands.

"Are you faithful to John Rose?"

I nodded my head.

"Is that from choice or just the lack of opportunity in our small village?"

I really wanted to say that it was from choice but instead I just giggled, "There isn't anyone that's ever asked me!" I managed to say through fits of giggles, mostly nervous laughter but also because Tom's fingers were tickling me as he worked hard to keep me on my feet and unfasten the buttons down the front of my blouse.

"I'm guessing that John was hoping to have a child with you by now Rose, are you two still trying for a baby seriously?"

I nodded my head. Tom had finished unbuttoning the front of my blouse and was now pulling it from my shoulders.

"Well, if you're trying for a baby, don't make us wear a condom when we fuck you."

Hearing Tom say the 'Fuck' word was more shocking to me than the fact that he was in the process of unfastening my bra and pulling that off of my body, leaving me standing in the open air, wearing just my shoes and knee length socks. Tom held me up while he dumped my clothes over a low branch on the old oak tree and then he pressed his body into mine and began kissing me.

I never saw him unfasten the stable door and if I were to be honest, I didn't really feel his cock enter me, the only reason I was sure that he was actually fucking me was when he started gasping for air and began to call me names and swear at me. As Tom finished grunting through his orgasm the word 'Us' began to echo in my head, a seed of doubt was forming in my mind and with that seed germinating I felt a hand rubbing my bottom, another hand pressing against my lower abdomen and two hands playing with my breasts and those hands couldn't belong to Tom because he had each of my hands held in his own.

It was just dawning on me that the other two men were fondling my body; I couldn't work out if they were touching me while Tom was fucking me or if they had only started touching me after Tom had filled my cunt with his spunk. Tom was now pulling my hands, he was trying to pull me forwards but the man to my left was stopping me, his hand on my stomach was holding me back so I ended up bent over at the waist with my legs slightly apart, Tom moved to my left and the man on my right who had been fondling my breasts stepped in front of me and as his cock hove into view, Tom pulled my chin down and the man plugged his cock into my mouth.

I started rocking back and forth but it wasn't my doing, the man who had been on my left was now behind me and for some reason he was pushing me into the other guy's cock. The man behind me must have been getting pleasure somehow because after fifteen minutes he began to grunt and gasp for air and was swearing at me through gritted teeth. At that moment the man in front suddenly jumped back, "Fucking hell that was close!"

My world started to turn around for some reason and suddenly I was looking at a different cock, this one was dripping wet, had a long string of spunk hanging from its single eye stretching almost to the floor, suddenly I was rocking back and forth again, my forehead getting closer and closer to the string of spunk with every cycle until I heard the familiar grunting from behind me and my face was finally pushed through the string of spunk and it hit my forehead then my chin and fell in a line between the two points and across my nose and lips.

Tom helped me to stand up and he pushed me, still totally naked, against the trunk of the oak tree, I watched as two men pulled their underpants and trousers on and they were congratulating each other as they walked along the narrow hidden path and on towards the main, sunlit path. Tom let go of me as he started searching through my pile of clothes but as soon as he let me go I started to slip down towards the floor and Tom had to rescue me and use one hand to hold me up and the other to search through my clothes again still hanging over the low branch.

Tom found my knickers; he folded them over so that the gusset was touching the waistband. "These knickers are far too big, next time you visit the prison don't wear any at all and while we're on the subject, always wear stockings, holdups or suspender belt is fine, if you have to wear a bra, make it a sexy one, colourful and lacy but no bra is better and a dress is better than a skirt and blouse, a wrap-over dress is far better, that way you can at least give the prisoner something to look forward to."

As Tom was speaking to me he had folded my knickers over again to make a two inch wide band of eight-ply cotton, then he started to roll them into a cigar and they disappeared from view, his hand was heading between my legs when I last saw it, then I felt a pain up inside my body, "There, at least you won't mess my seats up now with three lots of cum dribbling out of your pussy."

Tom helped me to put my blouse on and my skirt but he actually threw my bra over a higher branch, I watched my bra arc slowly up to the higher branch where it joined six or seven similarly plain bras hanging from that branch, my eyes remained on the bras for a while, "Would you like to know who the other bras belong too? They are all bored housewives who I've introduced to the pleasures of prison visiting and the pleasures of Colwick Park, three of the women come here in their own now looking for fresh cock to pleasure."

The world turned a little blurry for the next hour or so and I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew after the bras hanging above my head was John shaking my shoulders, "Rose, are you okay Rose, wake up darling!"

I felt dreadful, my mouth felt like it had been carpeted, and not with fresh, clean, new carpet either, the carpet in my mouth had spent twenty years on the floor of a well-used pub before being placed in my mouth. There was a loud banging in my head and it felt like someone had put my head in a vice to squeeze my brains out. I was hoping that the whole Colwick park thing was a bad dream, John helped me to my feet and the extra altitude put pressure on my bladder and I had to run for the toilet.

The trajectory of my piss was disturbed and even though I was sitting down on the toilet seat my piss cascaded all over the floor, I had to stop and dig my fingers up my cunt; I found the blockage and pulled it out. When I realised what had been blocking my fanny and realised why it was so slimy I threw it away. My balled up knickers, they hit the wall with a splat and instead of falling to the floor, they hung there momentarily looking like a snail in its shell and then, slowly, very slowly, my knickers started to slither towards the floor and just like a snail, they left a trail of slime behind them.

I was looking down between my legs when I saw what looked like jelly falling slowly from my vagina, the semen of three men with the more liquid vectors soaked into my panties and what was left looked almost like honey as it fell towards the water in slow motion. And the moment was broken by John banging on the toilet door to check if I was okay.

Well, actually I wanted to say no, that I wasn't okay, that somehow I'd managed to allow a man who was older than my grandfather to fuck me in a public place and I had allowed another two men to fuck me, both men older than my father, men who could be near neighbours but who I wouldn't be able to pick out of a line-up of just two people.

"I'm okay, just a little off colour, I think I ate something that disagreed with me," 'probably that cock I swallowed earlier' went through my mind.

I tried to put everything that happened on my prison visiting day out of my head, I tried to busy myself as much as I could and finally, after a month of hard work, I thought I had forgotten all about it. The post was delivered just after John went to work, it looked like the usual pile of bills, all the same brown window envelopes with the name and address typed in the little window, predominantly John's name but not exclusively. The last bill I opened came as a shock, almost an electric shock, no it wasn't an electricity bill, it was a letter from the prison service, it was a visitors order from it confused me a lot, I'd never seen a visiting order before and I had no idea who R. Portious could be, I tossed the letter from the prison into the recycling bin and pushed it from my mind and started cleaning the house.

Just before lunch there was a knock at the front door, I ran to the door with a smile on my face, that smile soon washed off my face though; Tom was standing there with a smile on his face that looked like he'd stolen it off of a Cheshire cat. I tried to slam the door in Tom's face but his foot stopped the door from closing, "Good morning darling, aren't you going to invite me in?"

As Tom's foot was already blocking the door I finally gave in and allowed him to come in. "Did you get the 'VO' from Richard yet?"

I just looked blankly at him, "The what?"

"Richard's 'VO', you should have got it through the post yesterday or today!"

I still looked blankly at him, "A visiting order from the prison, to visit Richard Portious."

That did jangle a chord in my head and I went through to the kitchen and reached into the recycling bin to retrieve the letter from the prison. As I bent over Tom rubbed his hand over my bottom and I jumped upright to try and get away from his hand. "Don't you dare touch me!" I spat venomously at him.

"Don't be like that darling, not after all we've meant to each other in the past!"

"What! You have a damned nerve..."

Tom stopped me before I managed to formulate the words I needed to totally destroy him, he took his mobile phone out of his pocket, went through his contacts list, "You think John would prefer this picture text on his private mobile phone or his business one, I have both stored in my phone!"

Tom turned the screen of his phone towards me, John's name and private number at the top of the screen and a photograph of me, totally naked, my forehead pressing against one, half naked, man's belly and his cock buried deeply in my mouth and another end of my body pressing against the lower abdomen of a second, half naked man. The photograph didn't actually show the second man's cock going into my pussy but there was no doubting that I was the woman being 'Spit Roasted' by the two men.

I was totally 'Gob-smacked', I had never even looked at pictures like that in my life before so to find myself suddenly staring in such a photograph was very mentally disturbing for me. Tom moved in on me, he held the telephone close to my face as he reached down and lifted the front of my dress to feel my cunt through my knickers, "Now isn't that much friendlier, open your legs for me!"

I did notice that the picture message on Tom's phone wasn't quite as it seemed, it had been sent to Tom from someone else and Tom was threatening to forward it on to John. As I spread my legs for Tom I said, "Who took the picture?"

"Oh, I took the photograph on this phone but I have sent it on to a few friends who love looking at this kind of picture, I asked one of them to save the picture and then send it on to me as a new message!" Tom then pressed a button and the picture dissolved into the text part of the message, 'Hi Tom, does this look like Rose from your committee, I came across her picture online today.'

"I didn't want John coming after me with a shotgun for despoiling his wife so I organised my little bit of blackmail to come in from a friend in London who will remain untraceable."

As Tom was talking to me he was pulling my knickers down, "Will I need my telephone again?"

I got the message and shook my head, Tom slipped the phone into his pocket and pushed my dress up, right up so that the front of my dress popped over the top of my head, he pushed the shoulders off over my arms and my dress fell to the floor behind me.

"Your bra is still very ugly, if you don't have a sexier looking bra than that you'll have to go in to see Richard with no bra on at all this afternoon."

Tom dropped my bra onto the floor and then pushed my knickers down to the floor as well, leaving me standing there in front of him in my kitchen totally naked. "I'd prefer to fuck you in John's bed but I'll do you in the back garden if you don't want to defile your marital bed!"

Tom took my hand, "Up to you, you lead and I'll follow!" I didn't want to get myself fucked in my back garden; there was a footpath behind our land as well as four houses that could see in from either side so I guided Tom up to mine and John's bedroom. "Did John fuck you last night?" I shook my head, "When was the last time you guys fucked?" "Six, seven weeks ago!" "John doesn't deserve a fine piece of meat like you, don't worry though, I'll be here to fuck you two or three times a week. Now I want you to undress me, strip me naked and suck my cock for me."

Sex with Tom was very frustrating, he got all of the pleasure, his cock was small and thin and he wasn't interested at all in trying to give me a good time, just fucked me until he shot off into my cunt. The fucking that I had been trying very successfully until just an hour earlier to forget had been frustrating too, the drugs I'd been encouraged to take had meant that I hardly knew that I'd actually been fucked at all.

Tom dressed himself while I lay there mopping his semen out of my cunt with tissues, it crossed my mind that I should really burn the sheets, probably burn the whole bed but if Tom planned on visiting two or three times a week that course of action could prove expensive.

"I'm going out to my car to fetch your dress, you can shower, you can even wash your fanny out this time but don't put any clothes on unless you have black holdup stockings that you can put on."

I did shower and I did wash out my cunt to get rid of his semen from my body. I was drying myself when Tom came back into my bedroom, he was carrying a dry cleaning bag with a pristine white wrap-over dress in it, he also had a plastic container in his hand, it looked like an elongated goose egg with a thin blue chord, the kind you find on tampons.

"Do you have a lady-shave?"

I shook my head, well, how do you shave your legs so you can wear tights or stockings?"

I mumbled, "I use cream to get rid of my leg hairs."

"We don't have time for that, I called the prison while I was out at the car and booked your 'VO' in for two o'clock today so we have to get going. Fetch one of Johnny's disposable razors and shaving foam."

I was pushed onto my bed and Tom pushed my knees up and out, he shaved my labia clean and after wiping the excess foam off of my cunt area he forced the container up my cunt, making sure that the blue string was hanging well down.

"Now, when the warder searches you, she'll see the string nice and clearly, well, let's face it, no one is going to pull a tampon out of a woman's cunt while she's on the rag, willingly."

I wore just three things as I left the house, two shoes, black patent leather with six inch spike heels and the white wrap-over dress that Tom had brought with him. I got into the front seat of Tom's car; it had been around five weeks since the last time I had made the trip to the prison in Tom's car I had been so terrified that first time that I had allowed myself to be drugged by Tom. That time I really didn't have anything to worry about and was literally crapping myself, this time I knew that I was transporting contraband into the prison and was almost a gibbering mess but there was no offer of drugs to calm me down.

Tom was talking to me but I had zoned out in terror at what waited for me at the prison so I wasn't really paying any attention to him. Tom grabbed my arm and shook me, "Pay attention or you'll find that you're spending a whole lot longer than an hour in the prison system, I'll go through it just one more time."

Tom laid out the plan for my hour long visit to Richard; Richard would be on table twenty five, that table was in the corner at the opposite end of the wall with the door that I would be going through when I arrived and the same side of the visiting room as the serving hatch from the kitchen.

"If Richard looks under the table, you will open your legs for him and pull the lower half of your dress wide open so he can see your cunt and, more importantly, he can see the blue string is in place. After fifty minutes, Richard will rise out of his seat slightly to look down into your lap, when he does that; you will open the front of your dress for him and let him look at your body until he sits back down again. That will be your signal to pull the string and get the egg out of your cunt and pass it under the table to Richard with your right hand as you pull your dress closed with your left hand."

"What do I do if one of the warders sees me?"

"The whole point of the exercise is that one of the warders will see you, he will be distracted by your body and his eyes will be on you while Richard hides the egg. There will be a few questions asked but nothing serious, flashing your boyfriend during prison visiting is almost mandatory, happens all the time and the prison authorities turn a blind eye unless you get careless and you're going to get very careless!"

Richard pulled into the warders car park, he pointed at the end of a long line of women standing in line outside the main gate. You have to wait over there with the other girlfriends, just hand in the 'VO' when you get to the gate. Tom walked over to the little door in the main gate and he showed his pass to be let in ahead of the ordinary visitors like me.

Tom would already be sitting with his prisoner long before they opened the gate to the rest of us, I was tenth in line going through the gate, we were all led into an anti-room where there were two female warders, they were searching the women as they went through, not the cursory search that I had gone through five weeks earlier, this was a full body search, the fourth woman was taken through into another room, before the door closed fully I could see the woman going through a full strip search.

When it was my turn to be searched, they had just taken woman number nine through to the strip-search room. I was felt all over through my dress, it was obvious to the warder that I was totally naked under my dress, she looked behind me to see the woman in the small security room was just pulling her knickers down, her search was only just beginning, "Okay, on your way, show your 'VO' to the warder at the visiting room."

My visit went just as Tom and Richard had planned, Richard spent most of his time looking under the table and every time he did I opened my legs just as Tom had instructed me to and as I sat there, legs and dress wide open for Richard's eyes I was looking around the room to see if any of the warders were looking in our direction. The warders weren't looking in our direction at all, apart from the static warder by the entrance door; the other warders were walking round the room looking at the wives and girlfriends who were flashing their tits or up their skirts at their husbands or boyfriends.

I was so shocked and amazed at how many of the women, even some of the over forty year old women were flashing at their husband, seemingly unperturbed at the number of other men who could see them, the women only seemed to cover up when a warder got too close. I was so distracted by my observations of this small corner of humanity that I missed Richards signal, he had to risk tapping my shoulder to get my attention, I looked at him for a second before I realised that Richard had lifted himself out of his seat slightly, my signal to pull the bow at the side of my dress and open it so that Richard could see my body.

Richard was staring down between my legs and at my tits, every few seconds his eyes quickly flashed around the four warders walking around the room, I was looking around too, there were four visitors at the tea counter so the one static warder couldn't see down to our table and I noticed that now four men on the tables in our row were all looking in my direction, they could all see my tits and they could see from the side that I wasn't wearing any knickers.

The amount of attention I was drawing had alerted one of the warders and he was heading in my direction, suddenly I was focussed on Richard, focussed intently on him, almost begging him to sit back down so I could close my dress before it was too late. Richard waited until the warder was just a few feet away from my naked body before he sat down, signalling for me to remove the contraband from my pussy and give it to him. He had left it far too late though, I was pulling with all my might but the egg wouldn't budge for ages, the guard was leaning over my body, my dress still slightly open and my finger looped through the blue string dangling from my vagina.

A prisoner on table twelve suddenly jumped to his feet and made a grab for the man sitting at table thirteen, "Stop trying to look up my wife's dress you fucking pervert!"

The two men were rolling in the gap between the two tables as the claxon started sounding and the prison officer about to talk to me was pulled into the fray to try and stop the fight. Richard reached under the table, grabbed a hand full of my fanny before grabbing the string and using all of his strength to yank it out of my body. I looked around nervously, all over the room; women were passing things over to their men-folk under the cover of the fight that Richard had started with his signal.

The room was cleared in thirty seconds, the prisoners first and then the rest of us, Tom was allowed through the door first and I found him waiting in the car park for me to be released after a stern talking too by the warder who had seen my naked body.

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