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First Published: 06 December 2015

Taxi!
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, MM/F, Interracial, Blackmail, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Unfaithful Wife

School holidays were getting tougher every year, Peter was two, Dawn four and Sarah six, Sarah was at school full time, Dawn had been building up her time at school ready for after the next holiday when she would join the reception class full time and after the summer holidays even Peter would be going to nursery school but between now and then I had to get past the long, eight week, holiday.

James hadn't booked any holiday, he was in management and as a forty-two year old in senior management he was expected to take up more of the slack than the other senior managers, we had managed to get a two week holiday when we married for our honeymoon and the company had given James two weeks off each time I had a child but that was the total holidays that James had in eight years, just eight weeks.

James had started drinking on his way home from work, nothing unusual about that I'm sure but James wasn't the kind of man that could handle his drink well. I had spent the day with the three kids running wild and they had taken their toll on me, as soon as they were in bed I got in the bath and fell asleep, it was unusual for me to go in the bath and not lock the door but it was in the back of my mind that one of the children may wake up and need the toilet or may need me, and unfortunately the only toilet in the house was in the bathroom.

I was woken by the sound of water falling from a height, the bathwater was stone cold, I looked over towards the toilet and there was a stranger standing there peeing in full view of me, he was taking a good look at my naked body too, "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you love!"

I was impersonating the rabbit caught in the car headlights, my head was befuddled due to being suddenly woken up, my eyes were fixed on the point of the falling water, well, not so much a point, more like a tree trunk hanging down from between the stranger's legs.

The piss had finished falling and now the man was shaking his cock, more like masturbating himself truth be told, he wasn't even pointing it at the toilet now, he had turned to fully face me and now his very large cock was growing even more, it was getting thicker and starting to stand away from his body. I had no idea what my husband's cock looked like, we didn't have the kind of marriage where we both looked at each other's bodies, I wasn't the kind of person who was happy to show off my body to anyone, not even my husband but especially not strangers.

Eventually I came to my senses, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I brought your husband home and needed to use the toilet, he directed me up here just before he passed out on the living room floor!"

I suddenly realised that I was still totally on view and had done nothing at all to hide myself from the stranger; I used a face cloth to cover between my legs and my arm to cover my breasts. He stood there still rubbing himself but he had lost most of his visual clues so he gave up and, with a great deal of difficulty, managed to put his cock away.

The bathroom door was left open but that was okay, at least I could hear that he was going down the stairs, I hopped out of the bath quickly and wrapped myself with a huge bath towel, tucking it in as tightly as I could above my bust before pulling on my bathrobe and running down the stairs as fast as I could.

James was the only occupant down stairs, he was face down on the floor, I started to shake, it was so stupid, in the bathroom, I was composed, now that I knew that the only man in the house was James I started to go to pieces, the other man could have been a rapist or anything, I tried to wake James but he vomited all over the floor instead of waking up.

There was a card on the mantelpiece, it was a local taxi company card, there was a little note written on the back of the card.

"Your husband didn't have any money on him, you owe me twenty pounds, ring my mobile number when you are willing to pay!"

I cleaned up as much of the sick as I could manage from around James but had to leave him sleeping on the floor, I made him as comfortable as I could before going to bed. I thought that I would fall straight to sleep; I was, after all, so tired, that I had fallen asleep in the bathtub but I didn't actually fall asleep in bed. My husband and I didn't have the best of relationships, I knew that it was mostly my own fault, I wouldn't allow my husband to see me naked, not even semi naked, we did have three children so anyone on the outside of our house would have been sure that we must have been 'at it' all the time but in reality we had sex no more than five times a year, less some years, but I fell pregnant at the drop of a hat.

I closed my eyes, I could see the taxi driver, according to his card his name was Steve, he was standing there looking at me, apart from a little water around my body I was totally on display to him for several minutes, I kept seeing that monster cock of his growing larger as he rubbed it, pretending to shake the drips off of the end, I thought that I had focussed totally on his cock but his face kept flashing into my head, there was a look of pure lust on his face, I had no idea if James had ever had a look so lustful in his life, I doubted it though.

It kept going over and over in my head, I kept checking the clock, I had gone to bed at eleven o'clock, I had seen midnight roll over on the clock, and now one o'clock had passed by and it was on its way to two o'clock, Peter would be up at five, just three hours time. I had never thought about it before, in all honesty, I had never actually been horny in my life, apart from my wedding night, I had never actually wanted sex before but now, I had a craving that I couldn't understand.

I had never masturbated before but there I was, hand inside my knickers and thinking about Steve standing there in front of me massaging himself, it frightened me so much when I started to climax that I pulled my hand out quickly. It was strange but in just a few minutes I had given myself more pleasure than James had ever given me but masturbation wasn't really enough, I had just used external massage and was missing the feeling of something inside and so I didn't actually get to sleep.

When Peter woke up at five-fifteen I was like a zombie, I took him into the living room and then changed my mind, the smell was so bad, vomit and very possibly bowel movement as well, James was still in the position that Steve had left him in the previous night. I was going to give James a bad time over his behaviour but then I thought back to what I had done, and that I had looked at Steve's cock, he had seen my body, all of it and then there was the little matter of my masturbating myself so I went easy on him.

I woke James, he went off like a mad man, he had meetings all over London, he looked worse than I felt even though he had managed to get a full night's sleep. James showered, changed, shaved and deposited his underclothes in the laundry basket and asked me if his suit could be machine washed rather than dry cleaned, then he noticed that his car wasn't outside, no car meant no lap-top or briefcase. For some reason I hid the taxi card from James, I didn't know if it was because I was paying James back for the drinking, my sleepless night or the extra work in washing piss and shit out of his expensive suit before taking it to the dry cleaners to get it professionally finished off.

James had to run to catch the bus into Bedford and then catch the train into London, then he would have to take public transport to all of his meetings and all without his computer to help him remember things.

I phoned the mobile number on the card and eventually, when it was answered, it was actually Steve's own mobile phone and I had just woken him, he griped that he had only been home an hour and had only had thirty minutes sleep, "Thirty minutes more than I've had!" I said.

I explained who I was and that he had mentioned in his note that James had been unable to pay for his taxi. There was a moment's thinking time from Steve then he said, "Are you willing to come here and start to pay off your husband's debt?"

"What do you mean; start to pay off my husband's debt? I can send the twenty pounds in to your office today"

"Well I've had to put in your husband's money for him, so now that money is owed to me, not the taxi company and I want you to pay it off for him!"

"I can send you the twenty pounds in the post if you'll give me your address!"

"I don't want your money; I want you to come to my house once a week until the debt is paid off!"

Now it was my turn to fall silent for a moment, I was trying to get to grips with what Steve was saying, I really was so naive that I didn't realise that Steve was actually asking for sex in payment for my husband's taxi ride. The 'visit his house once a week until the debt was paid off' bit made me think, so I blurted that out, "Surly it would only take one visit to hand over twenty pounds!"

"It would be really stupid of me to take money in repayment, anyone can give me money, your husband could give me money, what I want from you is for you to come here to my house, on your own, once a week for twenty-five weeks and let me have sex with you in any way that I want to, no holes barred!"

I found myself correcting him, "Surly you mean no holds barred?"

It was stupid of me, I realised as soon as I had said it that Steve hadn't made a mistake but I was so shocked at what he had said, no one had ever asked me for sex before, when my husband and I did it there was never a word, I would just get into bed dressed in my ear to toe nighty, wearing my bra and panties under it. James would slip into my room without even putting the lights on, him in his pyjamas, vest and underpants. James would pull me onto my back, just pull the front of my nighty up, roll on top of me with his cock sticking out of the front of his pyjama bottoms, he would simply pull the leg hole of my drawers to one side and plug my hole. James never spent longer than five minutes in my bed before rolling off of me and heading back to his own bedroom.

I was silent, the picture in my head was of Steve standing there holding his cock in his hand, rubbing it back and forth as he stood looking at my naked body, I had never seen James's cock but I doubted it was half as long or half as fat as Steve's cock. James was the only man who I had sex with in my life and he was perfectly happy for me to just be a vessel, taking his seed but no other part in the sex act, the few times he had managed to get me even close to a climax he had stopped instantly, he just wanted me to lie there and get pregnant every time he put his cock into me.

"Well?" I was jerked out of my 'funk', twenty-four hours without sleep and a day of hyper activity from my three children had made me very woolly headed and now a man talking to me about sex, but not just sex, sex with me and not just what my husband called sex, where I was just something to put his sperm into until it fermented out as a child, it was obvious that Steve would want more from me and I went from terrified to excited in a fraction of a second. I should have said no way and report him to his company but I heard myself asking Steve for his address and when he wanted me to go over.

Steve told me that he wanted his first payment that afternoon, he wanted a few hours sleep and at one o'clock he wanted me at his house in Bedford ready to do whatever I was told to do. It was as an afterthought that I asked if he knew where my husband's car was as James had no idea where he'd left it, Steve told me that he could get me a lift to James's car after he had finished with me but that I would have to come to my own arrangement with the other driver to pay for the lift to get James's car back.

I really needed sleep too, my three had already started bouncing off the walls again and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet, I would need to find someone willing to look after my kids for the best part of a day, one day a week for six months, that would be a big ask, especially during the summer holidays. I phoned around a few of my friends, none of them would make the kind of commitment I was looking for, then I stumbled on, not exactly a friend, a local woman who had once asked me to look after her children, she had four but when she had asked me I was just about to be picked up to go to hospital for a scan, I had been pregnant with Dawn, we had spoken very little since then but I had noticed that she had a lot of difficulty getting someone to look after her four children.

It didn't take long for us to come to an agreement, she would have my three kids one day a week and I would have her four the next day. I took the opportunity of dropping my brood off straight away, there was no doubt that Sandra would be dropping her kids off as early as she could the next day and I had a lot to do.

I took a quick shower, I would have been better off if I had gone to bed for three hours but instead I started to get ready to make the first payment. I had no real experience of courting, what two people did to get to know each other, I had met James while working in the stock room of a department store he had taken over, he never actually asked me out, he met my mother one day when she was waiting to pick me up to take me home and he had suggested to her that he could bring me into work and take me home as he lived in the next village to us with his parents, my mother knew James, everyone in the area knew him, he was either famous or infamous because he had started out on the path to priesthood but had been seduced away by business. My mother was only too happy to give me to James to look after, something that she wouldn't even allow my own father to do.

James didn't even ask me to marry him until after he had okayed it with my mother first and again I was given to him, we didn't even kiss before our wedding day, and the sad thing was that I didn't see anything wrong with that as I had known no difference in my life, my mother had always kept me out of any situation where I might meet a boy socially, even my own brother was kept as far away from me as my mother could keep him right up to the day he ran away from home when I was about twelve years old.

I did my hair as best I could, I didn't have the time or the money to visit a professional hair stylist, I did my finger and toe nails and put on what make-up I owned as well as I could. I did something that I had almost never done before; I stood, naked, in front of the full length mirror mounted on the back of the door in my wardrobe. I didn't look bad, I was only thirty years old but I had given birth to three children in quick succession, I had been fortunate that my stomach had returned to its pre-birth size and shape very quickly and my breasts, while their shape and size was a problem most of the time, looking at myself naked in the mirror, they looked really great. I had seen lots of pictures in magazines and newspapers of women in bikini's and some naked, compared to most, I thought that my breast's shape were about the best I had seen, my nipples were a little worn and beaten from almost six years of breastfeeding but also huge, I actually looked excited even when I wasn't, excited or cold.

I chose my newest bra and panty set, they weren't one bit sexy looking, I owned nothing in my wardrobe that was remotely sexy, I put on a white T-shirt to match my bra and panties and blue jeans, they were from before Peter was born and a little tight but still fit me well enough. I had never driven my husband's car but I did have a driving license, I'd learnt to drive in a small Vauxhall Corsa, it was less than a thousand CC so not the most powerful car in the world but I managed to pass my test in it and the company my husband worked for included spouses on their insurance automatically. It was also fortunate that I knew where my husband kept his spare key to the car so once I found it I'd be able to drive it home.

I was ready by eleven o'clock and really impatient for the bus to come. Standing at the bus stop I felt like a painted woman or prostitute, I was all made-up and it wasn't for my husband, it was rolling through my head, over and over again, I was on my way to meet a stranger, a stranger who was the only man to have ever seen me totally naked in my life and the only man whose cock I'd seen in my life too, if the bus hadn't arrived at that exact moment I would have been heading off back home regretting wasting my time all morning.

It took a while to find Steve's house but I was still there fifteen minutes before Steve had told me to get there, his taxi was parked in the street, I hung around outside until one o'clock and then knocked on the door and rang the bell, I heard Steve shout through the bedroom window, "Just a minute!"

Steve was totally naked when he opened the door to me, he didn't look one bit like he had the night before, only about four inches long and pointing at his feet, he looked so different that I had to check that he was actually Steve. I was led through to a back room, Steve called it his play room, Steve was just totally comfortable with being naked as he walked around, that did impress me a little, the back room didn't though, there was a video camera on a tripod in the middle of the room, pointing at a stool, the overhead lights were more powerful than regular domestic lights too, more like the lights that they have over a stage and most of the light was falling around the stool.

Steve told me to sit on the stool and then he sat at a computer to the side of me, he seemed to be in a chat room with someone and having a conversation, totally ignoring me, I was a little surprised when I suddenly saw myself in a small window on Steve's computer screen, then Steve stood up and gave me a sheet of paper, "Look into the camera and read what's on the paper!"

I read through the paragraph on the page in my head before looking at the camera. "My name is Victoria Clark and I am here of my own free will!"

Steve took the paper off of me, then he started to stroke his fingers through my hair, I turned my head slightly, it looked so stupid on the computer screen, me fully dressed and a totally naked man at my side, I watched on the screen as Steve moved in to kiss me, then the computer disappeared as Steve's face blocked my view. The first kiss felt awkward, I was in no doubt that I had come to Steve's house for sex but I hadn't imagined that he would want to kiss me, that he would want to 'make love' rather than just fuck me. James wasn't a 'foreplay' kind of guy, he never made love to me, he simply made access with as little touching as possible, climbed on top of me and did it until he fired off his sperm, then he was off of me almost before he had finished spurting.

I felt Steve's hand cupping my breast, I could feel him searching out my nipple, then he found it and began to pinch it through my clothes, I broke the kiss and looked at the computer screen again, Steve's hand on my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple, it was almost like an on-off switch, turning me on. Steve then pulled my face back towards his and kissed me again, I felt his hand leave my breast and start to tug my T-shirt out of the waistband of my trousers, his tongue was forcing its way into my mouth, the tongue and the feeling of cool air around my now bare midriff brought me down a little, I pulled back again and looked at the computer screen, I watched as Steve pulled the front of my T-shirt up, as my bra started to show I stopped Steve pulling my T-shirt up.

I felt Steve's anger at being stopped and his frustration too, I was still looking at the computer screen and as Steve was telling me to fuck off out of his house I noticed that his cock had grown by at least two inches, just from fondling my breast and starting to un-wrap me, then I remembered why I was there, "Can't you turn the camera off please?"

"No! Fuck you, you piss off, get the fuck out of my house, you can wait for Harry in the street to take you to your loser husband's car!"

"What time is Harry coming?"

"Three o'clock, and you better just hope that I don't phone him and cancel, you're not worth the trouble, now get the fuck out!"

I watched Steve walk around the camera, as he walked I noticed his cock swinging from side to side, the extra two inches in length had stiffened his cock up, not enough to make it stand away from his body but I could see a little of what I had seen the previous evening in my bathroom, he sat at the computer and started typing again, I could see that he was looking at the picture of me from time to time, "You still here?"

"I want to be here with you but I just want you to turn off your camera!"

"Just get the fuck out of here; it's my house, my rules, if you can't accept that, just piss off!"

I just sat there I could see that his cock was starting to deflate a little more, he looked over his shoulder and shouted, "Get your fucking T-shirt off now or get out!"

I jumped slightly at the volume and anger in his voice, then I reached down for the hem of my T-shirt, as I started to pull it up slowly I noticed that Steve's cock had started to grow back to its earlier size and state and then a little more, as my bra came into view on the screen his cock began to lift slightly off of his lap. Steve watched me on his computer screen until I had taken my T-shirt all the way off, I sat holding my T-shirt in front of me for a few moments before Steve got up and walked around his camera to my side once again.

As Steve got to my side his cock had grown another two inches and was looking more like it had the previous evening, Steve began kissing me again and as I yielded to his kisses he pulled my T-shirt from my hands and threw it onto the floor on the other side of the room. Steve broke away again, he stood back looking at my bra covered breasts, then he looked over at his computer screen again, "You have to read out the statement again, sorry!"

Steve handed me the paper and once again I read out loud my name and that I was there of my own free will. Steve returned to kissing me again, he cupped my breast again this time through just my bra, he was being careful that his body never got in the way of the camera so that I was still on display to the world, as he rolled and pinched my nipple again I stiffened and shivered, Steve put his lips against my ear and whispered, "I want to take either your jeans or bra off next, which would you prefer?"

I thought about it for a few moments, I had committed myself to doing what Steve wanted me to so I couldn't really say neither, I whispered, "jeans!"

Steve kissed my ear and again whispered. "You know that I will want your bra off as well don't you?"

I nodded my head; there was another kiss against my ear and then my neck as he pinched my nipple even harder driving another shiver all through my body.

"Stand up!"

I did, instantly, Steve moved behind me, Steve was slightly taller than me and his cock was almost at full mast now, as he moved against me I felt the heat of his cock pressing against the small of my back as he reached around to unfasten the belt and top stud of my jeans, he pulled the zip down and my jeans suddenly fell to the floor, I was looking at the computer screen again and could clearly see my erect nipples pushing out in the material of my bra cup, I looked further down, I had full knickers on, pulled up tight, I could just see wisps of hair poking out from the leg holes on each side.

Steve was kissing my shoulders and he bent his legs slightly and rubbed his cock down over my bottom, "Take your foot out of your jeans!" Steve said patting my left leg.

I lifted my left leg and shook my foot, then I repeated the process with my right leg, my trousers were kicked over to lay on the floor next to my T-shirt and I was now standing in just shoes, bra and knickers, I went to look over to the computer screen again but was stopped, Steve pulled my face round away from the side of the room with the computer on it, he kissed my mouth and filled it with his tongue, then he kissed across my cheek, down onto my shoulder and he bent his legs to lower himself, he kissed down my back slightly and thrust his abdomen against my bottom and when he stood up again his cockhead pressed against my inner thighs and forced its way through.

I managed to look at the computer screen, I could see myself with the head of Steve's cock poking through, making me look like one of those 'lady-boys', I watched as hands wandered all over my body, almost down to my knees, then up, over the front of my knickers, causing my legs to buckle slightly and then on, up, up over my stomach and onto my bra covered tits, feeling it was blowing my mind, watching it, that took things to a whole other level, I was on the edge of a climax and nothing had actually touched my bare cunt yet!

My head was again pulled to the side, the side away from the computer and Steve began to kiss me as his hand began to wander again, down over my abdomen and back to my breasts, this time I felt bare skin on my breasts, Steve had slipped both of his hands up inside my bra, as he played with my breasts, the feeling was wonderful, he was rubbing his cock back and forth between my thighs, pressing up against the gusset of my knickers and pushing up against my labia and eventually massaging my clitoris. My legs went weak as I climaxed, Steve was driving me to heights of pleasure that I had never reached before and all that, without actually making skin on skin contact.

"Take your bra off!" It was only just above a whisper and I almost missed it as I was gasping for air so hard, I was looking at myself again on the computer screen, Steve's hands were almost completely covering my breasts, he was alternating between squeezing them hard and then gently, the cups of my bra had ridden up and weren't actually covering anything so I reached back and unfastened the catch on my bra and let it fall onto the floor, Steve had stopped sawing his cock between my thighs while I complied with his instructions and I started to climb down slowly from my climactic peak.

As soon as my breasts were bare Steve started to rock his cock back and forth again between my thighs, using even more upwards force and I went off like a Roman candle into an instant, high altitude, orgasm. I was still watching myself on the screen, Steve had started to roll both nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, then he pinched and pulled hard, as his fingers slipped off of my nipples they turned bright red, and then my face followed suit as I realised that I was looking at my own breasts on the screen and then my eyes closed as an even bigger orgasm quaked through my body.

I was just wondering when Steve was going to take my knickers off or rather when he was going to ask me to take them off for myself when the doorbell rang and made me jump almost clean out of my skin, "Who's that?" I asked rather stupidly.

"I don't know, perhaps it's Harry come early to collect you! Why? Don't you want to go now?"

I looked over at the computer, trying to see the time at the bottom of the screen, it was two-thirty, I had been with Steve for ninety minutes already but it felt like it had been only seconds.

The bell rang again, "Go and answer the door!"

I was shocked, OK, I realised that I was more dressed than Steve was but he seemed to be perfectly happy with walking around his house in the nude and even answering the door in the nude but this state of undress was unusual for me, I staggered forward on unsteady legs still weak from the pounding that Steve's cock had given to my clitoris, I started to bend down to pick up my T-shirt as the bell rang for a third time, "Go now, as you are, get the fucking door!"

I almost jumped out of the door because of the sudden volume that Steve had used, I walked gingerly to the front door, my arms folded across my chest trying to hide my tits from anyone I may meet on the walk, at the door I called out, "Who is it?"

"It's Harry, stop fucking about and open the door!"

I twisted the latch and jumped back, then I got a deep shock that took my breath away! Harry had to actually duck down as he walked through the door, he was over six foot six inches tall and his face was as black as coal, he had a chest that looked like a beer barrel but his hips were average size and his stomach was far slimmer and flatter than I had expected. While I was checking out Harry's body he was checking me out too, he was nodding his head in appreciation and had a broad grin on his face.

Harry held out his hand for me to shake it, I slid my left arm so that it covered both breasts and took Harry's right hand in mine, "I'm Harry!"

"Victoria, pleased to meet you!"

I went to pull my hand back but Harry didn't let it go, he swapped my hand into his left hand and then pulled me through the house, "I assume that Steve is in the play room!"

I was told to sit on the stool and both men sat in front of the PC, I had my arm across my chest still as I sat there starting to feel bored, well, bored and stupid, "Put your arms by your side!" Steve said, without even looking away from the computer screen, I sat for about ten minutes, I had definitely gone right off the boil, when Harry turned up I had been worried that I was about to be raped by two men, and one of them was an African, I wouldn't say that I was overtly racist, but I had been brought up in rural England, there were no black or brown girls at the school I went too, no coloured people in our village, actually, when I was growing up, very few 'other' races in Bedford city at all.

"Make two coffees, both white, one sugar in one and two in the other!"

I assumed that Steve was talking to me but I just sat there on the stool, being bored.

"Two coffees now!"

Steve had raised his voice considerably, he seemed to have a very short fuse but the increased volume made me jump off of the seat, as I stomped off into the kitchen it was going through my mind that I wasn't here to make coffee, to fetch and carry, I was here for well, there's the rub. What did I come for, apart from to find the location of my husband's car? I looked over my shoulder at Steve, sitting naked at his computer, his cock was still fully erect, as I entered the kitchen I knew why I was there, I wanted to feel that inside of me so bad that I would walk barefoot over broken glass to feel it, I was already doing something that my mother had beaten out of me when I was just five years old, I was walking around the house when I was not fully dressed.

The coffee was drunk and I was told to sit back on the stool, Steve and Harry seemed to be chatting to someone on-line, I started to 'clock watch', there wasn't much time left if I was going to retrieve my husband's car, pick up the kids and get home before James got home. Steve and Harry both stood up at the same time and walked towards me, "Stand up!"

I stood, hands at my sides, Steve started kissing me, mouth, face, neck, then his head moved down to my breast, he took my nipple into his mouth and as he held my nipple between his teeth he said, "She seems to like having her tits played with a lot!"

Harry's hand reached up and began playing with my other breast. Steve kissed his way back to my neck, "Harry's a big boy, bigger than me, you want to see his cock?"

I shook my head in a no, "You're a lying bitch, open Harry's trousers and take out his snake for him!"

I opened his belt, popped the stud and unzipped his trousers, I expected his trousers to fall to the floor the way that mine had earlier but his thigh muscles were so large that his trousers just stayed where they were, "Go on push them down for him!"

I had to bend down slightly to push Harry's boxers and trouser down, Steve's hand was on my stomach to prevent me squatting down, I came face to face with Harry's sleeping monster, I didn't want to touch it but once I saw the size of it as it slept between his legs I just reached out my hands and took hold of it, it easily weighed the same as a bag of sugar but as soon as my hand touched it, it started to grow.

Steve wasn't lying when he had said that Harry's cock was larger than his monster, there wasn't much in it but Harry was both longer and fatter than Steve. I was being held so that my legs were straight and I was bent forward looking at Harry's cock, Steve began sawing his cock between my legs again, in my bent over position I could feel the head of Steve's cock trying to push its way through the gusset of my knickers but the angle did cause greater pleasure on my part. I felt Harry's hand on the back of my neck and he shuffled slightly so that I was sideways on to the camera and then his cock pressed against my lips.

I had once, and only once, tried to give my husband oral sex, I was slap bang in the middle of my fertile period, I had Sarah and Dawn, Sarah was three and Dawn fifteen months old and the last thing I wanted was to get knocked up again, I had mistaken my husband's attempt at sex with me as him being horny, I didn't realise that it was because it was time to put baby number three in my belly, so naturally he refused my offer of oral pleasure and just forced himself on me and Peter was the result nine months later and the thought of oral sex had gone from my mind totally.

"Open your mouth!" I shook my head, "Open!"

Harry forced his cock hard against my face, I couldn't go backwards as Steve was behind me pushing his cock against my panty covered vagina, eventually I opened my mouth and Harry's cock popped inside, "Keep your teeth out of the way!" Harry growled.

I was soon experiencing jaw ache from the massive thickness of Harry's cock but because of the pleasure being delivered from behind I didn't give a damn. At first there was almost no taste to Harry's cock at all but as he fucked my mouth there was suddenly the most bitter taste imaginable leaking from his cock's eye.

Harry tapped Steve's shoulder and Steve quickly stepped out from behind me, if my mouth hadn't been so full of cock I would have cried out 'NO!' But I couldn't, Steve disappeared from behind me and Harry forced me to squat down in front of him, I was still valiantly trying to keep contact between my mouth and his cock but that wasn't Harry's plan at all, he pulled back slightly and took his cock in his own hand, he was masturbating himself hard and fast with his right hand while his left hand gathered a fist full of my hair and held my face in place as he fired his spunk all over my face and after about a pint of his cum covered my face he redirected his cock so that the final three or four jets were deposited all over my tits, I looked up and found Steve with the video camera in his hands filming the black cock spewing all over my face and body.

My natural reaction was to reach up and try to clear as much thick spunk from my face as possible but Harry stopped me, "Steve must have told you that you would have to pay for your ride to pick up your husband's car, well part of the payment is to leave my cum on you until you get your old man's car back!"

It was really hard not to clean his spunk off of my breasts never mind my face, "Right it's time to go, get dressed!"

I went to the pile of clothes, my bra was nowhere in sight, when I asked where it was Steve just shrugged his shoulders, I stepped into my jeans, I had thought that Steven hadn't actually finished off as he rubbed himself against my panty covered cunt but I found a little package dripping down off of the gusset of my knickers as I pulled my jeans up. I looked over at Harry, he was rubbing from the base of his cock up to its head, drawing a ball of spunk up to form at his cock's little eye. He seemed to be offering it to someone and when I looked around I was surprised to find another woman in the room with us. I'd been so focussed on Harry that I hadn't noticed that another woman had joined us in the room, she was totally naked and she was bent over, her hands on the seat of the stool that I had been sitting on, Steven was behind her fucking her from behind and she let go of the seat and shuffled slowly forward to take Harry's cock in her mouth but without Steve falling out of her cunt.

"Have you managed to fuck her in the arse yet?"

"Yes but it takes me ages to get in, she's only been coming to me for six weeks, I've only just got her used to flashing her body in public, I was half way through our session today when Vicky turned up for her first training session."

It kind of answered the question as to why Steve hadn't bothered fucking me, that was a big disappointment but he had given me more of an orgasm than my husband had ever given me so I guess I shouldn't complain too much. I picked up my T-shirt and Harry said, "Be careful putting your top on, I want to see my spunk still on tour face and in your hair after it's on!"

I pulled my T-shirt on carefully trying to follow Harry's instructions to the letter. I managed to get my head through the neck hole of my T-shirt without disturbing any of the semen that Harry had deposited in my hair and over my face but as soon as I pulled the rest of my shirt into place it splodged down onto the lines of spunk he'd sprayed over my breasts and the white cotton of my T-shirt became instantly transparent.

Harry took my hand and pulled me from Steve's playroom, I was still looking back at Steve and the other woman fucking, I would have said before today that if I'd stumbled across two people fucking that I'd have been disgusted and I would have stormed off but after seeing it for the first time in real life I found myself fascinated by watching the act and was regretting Harry pulling me away because I wanted to watch more.

Harry took me to his car, he worked for the same taxi company as Steven, as soon as we got in the car Harry pressed a button on his meter, then we drove across the city to a pub called the Feathers, when we got there Harry pressed another button, the screen of the meter read ten pounds, I opened my handbag and took out my purse, "I don't want the money, I want the same deal that Steve gave you, you pay me off at the rate of one hour of sex for every fifty pence you owe me. I'm not like Steve though, I won't push you, I think that you'll want to pay off your debt to me willingly so no force from me, if you want to pay me off we'll work something out."

I was getting very cold towards the idea of men 'Owning' my body, men setting the value of sex with a woman at just fifty pence an hour; it did cross my mind that I'd been given more pleasure in just ninety minutes than I'd had in my life to that point, I'd seen and done things I never thought I'd be capable of doing.

"We're here Vicky, here, write your address in the back of my receipt book, if you're free and want sex, just put a small plant pot, upside down, on your windowsill. If I'm passing and I see it I'll stop and knock on your door. It's up to you though; you don't even have to put your real address if you don't want too."

It did cross my mind to write a fictitious address in his book but all he had to do was ask Steve and he'd know. Harry was right; I was the kind of woman that would honour a debt however crazily that debt came about. I'd also just remembered how excited I'd felt at the prospect of sex with Steve, especially after I saw just how big he was. At that exact moment in time I might not be interested in sex with Harry but who knows how I'd feel in a day or two after the effect of a mind blowing orgasm wore off.

Harry drove off leaving me to work out how my husband's car worked, I'd only ever driven a manual car and the BMW seven series was an automatic, I could get the key in the lock but it wouldn't turn past the AUX position, the radio burst into life but not the engine. Harry had already driven off or I would have asked him how to get the stupid car working. I saw my reflection in the mirror, there was dried and scabbed semen lines all over my face. My hair was matted in places also due to dried up semen. Car or face, what needed working on first?

I checked my jeans pocket, no tissues there, opened my handbag, no tissues there either. 'What kind of a whore are you? Couldn't even work out that you'd need tissues if you went to a man for casual sex!' ran through my mind. Then another thought hit me, and I felt between my legs, the splodge of spunk that Steve had deposited on the crotch of my panties had seeped through into the outside world. It was strange that Harry's spunk had all dried up while Steve's semen was still wet, my crotch felt decidedly soggy and my jeans were significantly darker in that area than anywhere else. 'Ever thought that your own juices could be the deciding factor...DUH!' I was going to have to look for a less sarcastic inner voice if I was going to play the unfaithful wife! A shiver ran through my body at that thought.

Neutral, perhaps the car needs to be in neutral for the key to turn. The gearstick was in park so I grabbed it and pulled it back but it wouldn't budge, the car was stuck in park. I went back to the ignition key, turned the car off and on again, still nothing, now I lost my temper and started stamping my feet and hitting the steering wheel and suddenly the car burst into life. I'd managed to stamp on the foot brake as I turned the key and that seemed to be all that was needed. Seat belt on, check the rear view mirror, just like I was taught and look over my shoulder to make sure it was safe to pull out and pull the gear lever back into drive. DAMNED IT! The gear stick still wouldn't move, I looked around again, I couldn't see anything extra and then I remembered that my foot on the brake had let the key turn so I pressed the foot break again and the gearstick moved.

The car leaped from the kerbside, I panicked and took my right foot off the gas and hit the break with my left foot, the car had only got up to around twenty-five miles per hour but I swear that I hit the break so hard that the rear wheels almost left the road. That set the course for the next half mile, bounding from a dead stop to twenty-five and back to a stop. Eventually I worked out to tuck my left foot out of the way and just use my right foot to swap from gas to brake and things smoothed out greatly after that.

I drove home and parked the car diagonally across the drive somehow. Then I fetched the kids from Sandra's house. James didn't come straight home and once again the last bus had passed through the village so if James was coming home he'd have to get a taxi again. At eleven o'clock I heard the sound of a car outside, a Bedford Private Hire Taxi was parked across my driveway. I recognised Harry the moment he got out of the driver's seat, I panicked slightly, James could be home at any minute, what the hell was Harry playing at calling round like that, I immediately looked down at the windowsill, had someone put a plant pot on it upside down without my noticing it. I saw Harry opening the rear passenger door and spotted a body slumped in the rear seat.

I pulled a dressing gown on over my nighty and rushed out into the street to help Harry drag my semi-conscious husband out of the back of the taxi. Harry was about to drop James on the sofa but I remembered the mess form the night before, "No, don't leave him down here, help me get him up to the bedroom!"

"Pity, I was hoping to use that area!"

My face reddened and I shot Harry an angry look, James didn't look very conscious but how could anyone know just how much he could take in even in that state. We carried James over to his bed and Harry helped me to get James's trousers and jacket off, Harry looked round the room, he was holding James up as I stripped his suit off of him, "Which side of the bed do you sleep on?"

I looked up at Harry; I wasn't going to say anything but as I looked from my husband's underpants, the front of which looked totally empty and I spotted the bulge in the front of Harry's trousers I changed my mind, "I sleep on the left but not in this bedroom, I have my own room."

Harry's black face opened into a massive grin of white teeth, we dropped James into his bed and I rolled him onto his side facing the wall before propping one of his spare pillows under the small of his back to try and keep him on his side. My dressing gown was open before I had finished prodding the pillow into place. I looked down; coal black hands were massaging my breasts through the thin material of my night dress as I was bending over my husband.

Harry was kissing me and had my dressing gown off of my body before we'd left James's bedroom, I had enough of my wits about me to grab a hold of my dressing gown before it hit the floor, it would have been difficult to explain something like that in the morning if James woke to find an item of my clothing on his bedroom floor.

I let Harry keep kissing me as we tumbled from James's bedroom door to my bedroom but slapped his hands away as he tried to take my nighty or knickers off as we journeyed from one room to the other but once I closed my bedroom door behind us Harry had me naked before we reached my bed. I was thrown onto my bed and Harry dived on top of me, it looked really strange looking at the way Harry's skin contrasted with my own. Harry kissed his way down my body and I took the opportunity to turn the lights off, Harry laughed, "I guess you'll need a few more trips to Steve's playroom to get over your shyness! Steve's great at breaking women of their inhibitions, six months with his training and you'll be happy to fuck in front of your parents in the street."

Harry pulled my legs apart and bent my knees and then his head sank between my thighs and he started to perform oral sex on me. He gave me ten minutes of pure, or rather impure pleasure, giving me feelings that I never dreamed possible, then after ten minutes he squirmed his body around on top of mine until his erection closed in on my mouth, this time there was no reluctance on my part, as soon as his cock was close enough I grabbed it and took it into my mouth. This time there was no reluctance, after all I'd done it before already and the only issue I had was a little jaw ache, even the jaw ache wasn't so bad the second time. I sucked hard, used my hand to massage the part if his cock shaft that I couldn't get into my mouth.

I got the bitter squirt of pre-cum as I increased the pleasure that I was delivering to Harry through my hand and mouth, then a second spurt and a third followed in quick succession before Harry jerked his hips back and I lost hold of his cock. Harry rotated his body again and as his lips pressed against mine his cock pressed against my labia. I felt my body stretched so totally, the last time I'd felt anything quite like as stretched was while I was giving birth. Harry spent a few minutes easing his cock into my body but as soon as he'd worked his way in until his balls were touching my bottom he seemed to go a little crazy and fucked me like his cock was the drive piston on a steam train.

The pleasure and the pain of my bodily invasion took me by complete surprise as did my reaction, for some reason that I had no idea why I found myself hooking my legs up over Harry's hips and linking my feet behind his back while raking my nails deep in the flesh of his back. Harry uncovered my lips and started to bit my neck and I started baying at the moon, far too loud as it turned out because my bedroom door flew open and Sarah rushed in, "I heard a noise that woke me up and I didn't get a goodnight kiss off of daddy before I went to bed."

I froze at the sudden appearance of my daughter. It was the first time that I had been naked in the same room as her, the first time I'd been having sex and been disturbed by one of my children, actually it wouldn't have mattered if she had walked in on James and me fucking because, even if the light had been on she wouldn't have actually seen anything because James always insisted that we were both dressed at all times, especially those few times that we were intimate.

Sarah bounded over to the bed and bounced up onto it. Harry had stopped fucking me as the door burst open, he had been on the outward stroke when we were disturbed, the only movement he made after the door opened was to slowly lower his body back down on top of mine slowly plugging my body once again. Sarah wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and pressed her lips against his, even in the darkness I could see the contrast of Harry's dark hand on the outside of my daughter's nighty as he stroked her bottom through the thin material.

"Sarah honey, you'd better slip off back to bed, daddy and I have private things to talk about Darling."

Sarah giggled as she jumped down off of my bed, "You're not talking, you're making a baby, I know, we did baby making in Mrs. Cooper's class last week."

I had to call Sarah back to close my bedroom door before I'd allow Harry to restart his engine and begin stoking my inner fire all over again but this time I was careful not to make too much noise as I reached climax after climax. From Harry dragging James's body through the front door to Harry filling my belly with his spunk took just an hour, Harry classed it as his lunch break from taxi driving, he'd dragged me down to the front door with him, he wanted a kiss on the doorstep and he wanted me naked as I did it.

Needless to say as soon as I'd closed the front door I used the throw rug off of the back of the sofa to hide my body as I ran back up to my bedroom. I slept like a baby all night long. The kids were making a racket in the kitchen which woke me up. I walked in just as Sarah was saying, "Mummy and daddy were making a baby and I walked in and saw daddy's winky going into mummy's tiggy and when daddy is making a baby he turns all black and his hair get all crinkly!" to her brother and sister.

Peter looked troubled, "It better be another brother because I'm fed up of you girls ganging up on me."

'Making a baby!!!' How stupid could I be, I'd come close to allowing Steve to fuck me the day before and I had actually allowed Harry to fuck me to completion last night and the thought of a baby being the outcome hadn't crossed my mind. I rushed to my handbag, flicked the pages of my diary open and worked backwards to the first page with a red asterisk in the top right hand corner. Twelve days, twelve days were a little inconclusive, not definitely inside my safe period but, well, like I said, inconclusive, I could easily fall pregnant, I was on the very edge of my fertile part of my cycle.

I woke James with coffee and toast in bed; I dragged my monsters with me around to the doctors to book an appointment to see a doctor as soon as possible. I was going to have to admit to having unprotected sex with a stranger so that I could get the morning after pill, the last thing I needed was to have three milky white kids and one milk chocolate one.

As we walked back home from the doctors I was given Sandra's four kids so she could go off and have a day of fun for herself. I was going to have to talk about some form of semi-permanent method of birth control if I was going to keep up seeing Steve once a week and I'd need to find a small plant pot that I could stand on the windowsill when I was free for Harry to visit me for sex again. Forbidden fruits, naturally I'm going to carry on having fun now that I've discovered the kind of pleasure that sex can be with the right man or even the wrong man come to think of it.

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